INTRODUCTION
I am Arnav Singh Raizada; Women have described me sexy and desirable. I take that with a pinch of salt as I know that my Wealth is a key part of my attraction. Always lived life on my terms and did not give a damn for anyone except my Di Anjali.
No one dared to question my authority or me. No stupid emotions and feelings clouded my judgment ever since I became aware of how heartless and cruel the world was. My silence was because I did not need to speak or share my thoughts with anybody. color .My life's path was well charted and seemed to be on course till I ran into a loose cannon ball named Khushi Kumari Gupta.My experiences with her have defied logic and common sense and therefore I felt the need to share them with someone.
I am Arnav Singh Raizada and cannot let anyone peek into my innermost thoughts. After all knowledge is power and no one is allowed to have power over me.So my dear Secret Diary, all I experience with that unknown entity Khushi Kumari Gupta will be recorded in your page
Starting today.
Page 1.
Today was a high point in my personal life.
I got back Sheesh Mahal, my family home. Decided to celebrate my happiness by holding a fashion show to showcase my new collection.
All was well till this girl gate crashed the show and ruined the evening.
Actually she fell of the ramp and straight into my arms.
If the show was not my own, I would have been able to be charitable and describe the girl as innocent and pretty.
However, she was definitely a creature from low class who was paid to ruin my show.
My security staff quizzed her for hours but she refused to tell us who she worked for. She said she entered the show by mistake.
I remember damaging her outfit in a fit of rage and the annoying girl let her long black hair down to cover her exposed back.
She claimed it was her sister's wedding and that she had to be back at her home and that the marriage was in danger of being broken.
I told her that girls like her sister always found another man to replace the one that got away.
She began crying and asked me how I would feel if someone said such hateful things about my sister.
Her statement about my sister caught me off guard and she made a quick getaway from that place.
Damned reporters and television crew.
I ordered Aman to keep all this nonsense from appearing in the newspapers or television.
to be continued
65