The next day, news of Veer and Pari's postponed marriage spread like wildfire throughout the kingdom. Most of the populace wasn't shocked—most believed that the prince was simply finding excuses to avoid marriage altogether. Yet, the idea of him actually pursuing this union left them bewildered. Why would he break his own palace for a woman? people whispered amongst themselves. The palace was the finest in the kingdom.
In a dimly lit corner of a bustling market, Niya reveled in the gossip. That foolish girl really thought she would marry the prince, who seemed intent on finding a way out of their engagement. A sly smile crept across her lips. The prince I could never have will be taken from her. Hmph! Her satisfaction was palpable, and she felt a surge of glee at the prospect of Pari's disappointment.
Reyan, too, found joy in the unfolding drama. He had always viewed Pari as unworthy of his brother. Is she really fit to be a part of our family? His heart sang as he entertained thoughts of her being left alone. He savored the idea that the foolish girl would be left without a love of her own, just as his brother always seemed to be.
Meanwhile, Pari's family wasn't distressed at all. They recognized Veer's genuine intention to marry Pari. Why else would he demolish his palace for? They had faith in the prince's commitment, seeing the way he valued Pari's ideas; it was clear he wanted her to be happy.
In the days following the engagement announcement, Pari presented her ideas for the new house to the people sent by Veer. They were taken aback, impressed by her creativity and vision. Her design was unique; it reflected not only beauty but also practicality. The respect they held for her grew tenfold. This girl is no fool, they thought. She knows exactly what she wants.
With new excitement bubbling in her chest, Pari decided it was time to embark on another venture: starting her own business. She knew she needed trustworthy people to work for her, as well as supplies to get started. So, she ventured into the market.
As she walked through a narrow alley. Suddenly, a figure brushed past her, moving too quickly. In an instant, she caught his wrist, pulling him to a halt. The surprise in his eyes was unmistakable. For him, this was a first—being caught while attempting to steal. In an effort to flee, he struggled, but his attempts only made the situation more precarious.
Pari was swift. Before she could even catch her breath, she felt a sudden rush of air behind her. She dodged just in time, avoiding an unexpected attack. Glancing around quickly, she saw herself surrounded by a group of young, ragged individuals—mostly teenagers, their clothes tattered and filthy. They looked hungry, desperate to survive.
"What do you want?" one of them sneered, but there was fear in his eyes.
Pari took a deep breath; she knew she had to act bravely. Drawing her dagger from her belt, she held it to the throat of the man she had caught. "If you want to save him," she warned, "give me your money."
"No, don't!" the caught thief shouted. "Run! Don't care about me!"
Taking a moment to gauge the situation, the other young thieves exchanged glances. After a moment's hesitation, they pulled out their meager earnings, placing them in front of her.
Pari smiled triumphantly, sensing an opportunity unfolding. "I will release him if someone is willing to die in his place."
Without a second thought, a few young faces stepped forward, stepping closer in front of their captured friend. Their loyalty spoke volumes. Pari couldn't help but admire their courage. They care for each other; they are willing to sacrifice for one another.
"Very well," she said, gently lowering her dagger. "You can all go. But I have an offer for you." She pointed to her money pouch . "I will give you two options: take this money and go on your way, or work for me."
A thick silence enveloped the alley as she watched them, each one seemingly weighing the options she presented. They have potential; they are sharp and strong enough to help build my business.