("A crown may be heavy, but a coffee-less morning is worse." — Princess Trisha Singhania)
Singhania Palace- Jaipur
Golden domes. Vintage chandeliers. A marble fountain gurgling in the courtyard. Servants in beige uniforms moving gracefully. The Singhania Palace in Udaipur was elegance served on a platinum plate.
Cut to: Inside the palace kitchen.
Head chef: "Rajma should not smell like revenge, Raghu! Where's the saffron?!"
Chaos in the kitchen? Always. But the palace ran smoother than the Rolls Royce in their garage.
Now pan to: The heart of the home. The breakfast table.
Swadamini Singhania aka Dadi with Sass was already seated, sipping her saffron chai, flipping through her iPad like a stock broker.
Ranveer Singhania, Trisha's father, dressed in a silk kurta and modern specs, checked his smartwatch.
Raghav (Chachu) and Nandini (Chachi) were giggling over some old reel on her phone.
Arjun aka Monty, 25, Trisha's partner-in-crime, her cousin and closest ally, was adjusting his cufflinks while walking down the royal staircase in a beige suit.
"Why do I feel like I'm overdressed for breakfast?" Monty grumbled.
"Because you are, darling," came a voice from behind.
Cue soft instrumental jazz, the camera pans up to reveal...
Trisha Singhania aka Trixie, the boss. Black tailored suit, crisp white shirt, Rolex on the left, gold bracelet on the right—her late mother's last gift. She walked in like she owned the air.
Everyone: "Good morning, Trixie!"
Trixie (winks): "Morning, Royals."
She slides into her chair, grabs a croissant, and takes a sip of black coffee.
Chachu Raghav flips the newspaper and smirks. "Guess who's nominated with you for the 'CROWNED: The New Age Icons' Awards?"
Trixie raises one eyebrow: "Is it... Princess Khanna?"
Monty chuckles: "Your virtual rival."
Trixie, mouth full: "Virtual rival?? I haven't even met the girl in person."
Ranveer smiles: "Also, you don't count her as a rival, do you?"
Trixie: "Because I don't want to. She runs her empire. I run mine. Rivalries are for people with free time and no crown."
Everyone hums in agreement.
Khanna Mahal- Jaipur
Jaipur's pride. The Khanna Mahal glowed in rose-gold marble. Soft Rajasthani folk music played in the background. Their staff was in classic navy uniforms, precise and proper.
Inside the dining room:
Swarna Khanna, the queen of calm, placed freshly cut papaya and pomegranate on the table with grace.
Rajeev Khanna, the father who could've been a stand-up comedian in another life, adjusted his cufflinks, looking mischievous already.
Saanvi Khanna aka Saanu, 24, messy bun, oversized tee, sipped her iced coffee like she owned the kingdom.
Enter Reeva Khanna aka Reeves. Burgundy saree, hair in a neat bun, heels clicking against the marble floor. Graceful, but don't mess with her.
Saanvi: "Ugh, how are you so elegant in the morning? You're giving 'bride-to-be' energy."
Reeva rolls her eyes and sits.
Rajeev folds his arms dramatically. "Reeves, guess who's nominated with you?"
Reeva, picking up a toast calmly: "Princess Trisha?"
Rajeev (grins): "Yes, The Royal Singhania Blood."
Saanvi: "She's hot, though. Haven't seen her in person, but I stalked her Insta last night."
Swarna: "She does look like she was dipped in charisma and dressed in royalty."
Rajeev: "Reeves, you should consider her."
Reeva coughs on her coffee. "What do you all mean?"
Saanvi (smirking): "You know exactly what we mean."
Swarna: "Just meet her and feel the vibe."
Reeva stands up, adjusting her blazer: "Oh God, y'all are insane. I'm leaving for the office."
Rajeev: "Tell her we said hi!"
Reeva (rolling her eyes): "I haven't even met her yet!"
Saanvi (shouting behind her): "Manifest it, babe!"