If the motive is good all wrong is moral.

Pratima- playing Chaya

"Very well then I have lots of important tasks to do. I shall... See you, when I see you. If you need anything, don't bother me. Help yourself." The Prince left the cabin in a rage but I was grinning.

How did I like this boy when I first saw him? I even fantasised about kissing him. He was not what I imagined him to be. He was just like others, selfish and mean. He did not bother about anyone's feelings. What benefited him and yielded him profit was all he cared for. To his advantage, he wore a mask of a conservationist who hid his dirty deeds. I pitied the people who loved him.

If Chaya's father was using her for his financial gains people like this Prince encouraged his vile acts. How I wished I found someone half as handsome and rich as him but a heart that was warm and filled with love.

I turned on the computer and a welcome note popped on the screen. A cartonised picture of me with a welcome banner and lots of hearts. It was sweet and I was smiling ear to ear.
I wanted to call Chaya but she advised me until it was an emergency I should not contact her while I was here. The entire unit was covered with cameras and the Prince was very sharp. He was a tech genius and the last we wanted was him exposing our little secret in case the office devices were examined.

'Frame advertisements?' I laughed at the task given to me. Wasn't that what I was doing since I was fourteen? I did it for our Airbnb and now doing the same for these articles should not be tough. If I quickly frame advertisements I could visit the finance department and learn something that would help me.

I read the elaborate brochure and other details provided until my stomach grumbled. I had not brought lunch with me. The factory was in the outskirts and I doubted there was any restaurant close by.

I enquired and found that there was a canteen in the East wing. When I came to the floor where the Prince's cabin was, I thought to tell him but then he had asked me not to bother him so, I went on my own. After walking almost a kilometre I reached the canteen all exhausted. I ordered a lunch meal for my self. I was craving a basic meal. The yearning for fancy food was slowly diminishing.

I could sense many eyes on me. They must be thinking how could a princess sit there and have food? Time to change social norms.
A plate with two chapatis, rice, plain dal and mixed vegetable looked decent and the taste was good. I had it happily enjoying my me time and after a little strolling here and there, reached my cabin where the Prince was waiting for me.

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Chaya- Playing Pratima

Granny and I shifted to a room not bigger than a bathroom. I knew Pri's parents were doing it on purpose. Granny was old, she needed fresh air and a little more space. How could someone be so inconsiderate towards their mother?

"I am sorry Granny. My foolishness landed us here." I felt terrible that because of me she was away from the home she loved so much.

"It's not your fault you silly girl. If only, I could keep you away from all the problems or taught you how to tackle them better. What's done is done. Time we have some fun. Let's be Jerry and kick the ass of Tom." Granny's eyes had a mischievous shine like that of a little girl.

I was always up for some fun. I gave her a high five and we made a plan to trouble Pri's parents. Though granny warned me not to do anything against Badal.

It was time to meet the Cumulonimbus a.k.a. BADAL. I still needed to find what he did with Pri. I couldn't ask her directly but I could dupe that stupid boy. One flirty smile should work well.

"May I come in?" I asked knocking on his cabin.

"I would definitely like to cum in," Badal commented and laughed.

I understood what the pervert meant but I just smiled pretending I didn't. To teach him a lesson was my mission now. He must have done something bad with Pri when she was young. The thought of abuse gave me chills and fury raged in me.

"So, Badal, where should we start?" I asked him in the same tone.

"Wherever you want." Badal replied and spread his legs a little wide.

A gesture even a fool could understand but I ignored him again. I knew Pri's parents were blinded by his money and if I said anything they won't acknowledge it. I needed to expose him with proof.

"Should we start with studying the proposal?" I was a literature student and didn't know much about financial terms and legal matters. But since I always wanted to study business, I learned a few concepts out of curiosity. Guess, reading and learning new things always pays off.

"Proposal? Uh! Pri, forget work. Let's enjoy. Do you wish to see the construction site?" I knew what going to a construction site meant.

"Badal, we can enjoy later. For now, lets just work. Give me the papers." I asked and he forwarded me the papers brushing his hand with mine.
Bastard!
I was going through the proposed deed of the conversion of the motel to the hotel. It was too lucrative to be true. Badal was the one investing and therefore his profit share should be higher but it was equal. I wanted to know the depth of the deed.

Reverting to Badal's flirtatious and cheap comments was an easy option. The moron would blurt out the truth but I wanted to find an alternative solution.

Pri's father and mother kept a check on us. Was it out of concern for Pri or was it to check she was behaving? Either way, it was good. Badal was in control. He was eyeing me like a vulture. I wanted to shoot him.
He went out of the office to attend to an emergency so I decided to investigate for more proof. I checked for any cameras, and found that there were none.

I opened his drawers but except for some condom packets nothing major. One of the drawers was locked and I was sure there was something in it. Well, all the movies said that locked drawers have the treasure.
I used a Bobby bin like 'Betty' in 'Riverdale' and it opened.
I was thrilled! I was so talented.
But the contents of the drawer made me numb.

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Pratima- Playing Chaya

"Where were you?" The Prince questioned as soon as I was in my office.

"Ask softly, maybe I decide to answer." I sat on my seat after scolding the Prince for his tone.

He gritted his teeth, looked at me with rage then exhaled heavily.

"Chaya, where were you?" He asked very softly.

I bit the inside of my cheeks too hard to stop smiling. "See, it's not that difficult to talk nicely. I went for lunch."

"In the canteen?" He asked.

"Is there another place here?" I enquired. I might explore it tomorrow.

The prince looked at me in disbelief. He opened his mouth to say something, then didn't. "Why didn't you call me for lunch?" He reframed his question I knew.

"You asked me not to bother you? Remember? Besides, it's not like you would have taken me somewhere else. Oh! I hope you didn't plan an impromptu date for us, under one of those trees?" I was speaking in a decent sarcastic tone. It was good enough for my satisfaction and to blow off his ego.

"I got lunch for both of us. Homecooked." The Prince replied and banged his fists on the desk.

I was scared and rolled my tongue on my dried lips. "Sorry. I didn't know you owned a place you call 'home'."

I started typing furiously. Whatever came to my mind. The keyboard made noise more than required and I missed home. Badly. The remarks I was making and the behaviour I was portraying was not my nature. I was missing myself.

The prince was speechless. He didn't say anything further.
Did he realise his fault?

"As a matter of fact, I do have a place I call home. It comprises of my sister you call your best friend and me you call your, I am guessing, enemy?" The Prince was absolutely calm while answering, making me feel guilty about my comment. It was me who was quiet now. "This is your tiffin, packed with love from Ragini. Eat it or throw it away your choice."

I was now alone in my office with a tiffin. It was packed in a bag which had a tag 'all the best, bestie. Love Ragini.' I opened it and it was a simple meal. Just like the one I had in the canteen. I was full and couldn't eat it. So I packed it again and resumed my work to distract myself.

When the clock struck 6 everyone was packing their stuff. I was tired too and wanted to leave but did not want go to the palace. Why hasn't Ragini come to visit Chaya even once if they were such good friends? I chucked the thoughts aside and packed my stuff. My eyes fell on the tiffin. I didn't want to throw it. So I decided to take it with me to the palace.

When I was alone in my room I opened the tiffin and had the food. Tears brimmed in my eyes. 'Homecooked' food had its own flavour. It tasted delicious. It filled my stomach with satisfaction and content.
I don't know why, but I messaged the Prince, "Thank you!"
If he understood good, if he didn't, bad.
He read the message but didn't reply. I didn't expect a reply too. He was so egoistic and probably couldn't tolerate me answering back.

My new parents weren't concerned about my first day at work. They were happy I wasn't thrown out on the first day and the Prince had no complaints.

I decided to explore a princess's room. Chaya had a balcony in her room. If any fairy tale came true someday a prince charming would climb through it. Kiss in the full moonlight and confess I love you.
I realised I was probably PMSing. These wild thoughts and emotions were a result of hormonal changes.

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Chaya- Playing Pratima

The doorknob twisted and I quickly closed the drawer.
Shit!
Being 'Betty' I didn't realise how will I lock the drawer? Bobby pins only open, they don't close.
What do I do?
Eh!
Think Chaya think.
Badal was talking to someone outside. I needed to act quick.
What do I do?
I was nervous and searching for a key or something that would divert his attention.

Badal entered the room and I bent down a little. Like I was searching for something. He looked suspicious. But the view he had was enough to cause a diversion and give him a sleepless night.
A sexy view of my cleavage was all he saw.

"Looking for something?" Badal asked approaching towards me. He bent down for a better view but it was my show and I decide what the audience saw.

"Got it!" I got up faking a lost earring.
Hindi movies!
You were a saviour.

"Oh! I thought I could help." Badal looked so upset the show was over.

"Maybe some other time." I gave him a sly smile and he fell for it. But, the drawer was still unlocked and he might get suspicious. "Badal, how much more do we work? I am tired." I stretched my hands and Badal immediately shut down his computer.

"Not a minute more. Let's go for dinner." He locked his drawers and I sighed in relief.
Thank God!
He didn't realise his locked drawer was open too.
I did the same and gave the key to Badal. I saw where he kept the keys. Next time, no being Betty.
Use the correct way to do the wrong things with a good motive.

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Dear Readers
Reference:
Betty, Riverdale: A character from the series Riverdale
Chaya is on a mission to expose Badal and punish Pratima's parents. She has found something in Badal's drawers. What?
Pratima is also on a mission to expose the royals and punish them.
Will the girls be able to do what they wish to?

Find out!

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Lots of love