The girl who was never allowed to be free

🕊 The Price of Protection

Chapter 3 – The Girl Who Was Never Allowed to Be Free

(Khushi Singhania – Age 18)

POV: Third person, gentle, emotional, a touch poetic

> Khushi had learned to smile on cue by the time she was eight.

Learned to sit still in long speeches by ten.

Learned to hide her fear by twelve.

And by eighteen, she had mastered the art of appearing perfect.

Because when your father is Devraj Singhania—a Cabinet Minister with eyes on a Chief Minister’s seat—your life isn’t your own.

It’s a performance.

A tightly-wound script.

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🌸 About Her

Age: 18

Nature: Soft-spoken. Intelligent. Obedient on the outside. Curious and rebellious within.

Looks: Shiny black hair to her waist, almond-shaped eyes, fair skin, naturally graceful, beautiful and full curvy waist, a little belly pouch, hips wide, and perfect.. 

She was perfect but her mother always said her that she was too fat and made her very insecure about her body...

Secret habits: Reads romance novels hidden under political science books. Draws in the margins of official files. Escapes to a café her father doesn’t know about every Sunday.

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> Khushi wasn’t weak.

She was contained.

Like fire inside a glass lantern—glowing, but trapped.

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💼 Her Family Life

Her father loved her—but the way kings love their crowns.

She was valuable. Delicate. Political gold.

> “You will marry who I say,”

Devraj had told her once, after she refused a match with a business tycoon’s son.

“Not because I don’t love you… but because your last name is Singhania. That comes with a cost.”

Her mother—once vibrant, now dimmed—rarely spoke up.

She simply laid out Khushi’s sarees, taught her how to walk like a future minister’s wife, and reminded her to smile.

Always smile.

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🕊 Inside Her Head

> Sometimes, Khushi wondered if she’d ever been truly free.

Not “supervised but safe.”

Not “protected and privileged.”

Just… free.

Free to be angry.

To shout.

To wear ripped jeans.

To love someone not picked by her father’s secretary.

She wanted to dance in the rain without a thousand security guards.

She wanted to kiss someone just because her heart told her to.

She wanted… more.

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🍵 What She Didn’t Know

Every Sunday, she’d sneak out to a quiet café on 42nd Street.

She’d order masala chai, open her tattered romance book, and let herself dream.

She never noticed the man who saw her once and never forgot her.

> The man who had buried more than hundred bodies

…but still remembered her smile.

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> Khushi Singhania didn’t know she was already living in a hell.

She didn’t know the life was yet to come—

Wrapped in a man’s arms.

Cloaked in obsession.

Disguised as protection.

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This is a story of every  girl who is seeking happiness in life.. All she ever want is to be happy.. she wants to have a love.. she wants someone who would love her like his world.. Yehhh some people would call it made but it is true and it's totally okay... never be ashamed of telling what you like or not.. we may not say it loud but we have always wanted it...

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