A noble lifestyle

Mira's eyes sparkled as she spun around the grand hall of their new mansion. The polished marble floors reflected the glow of the chandeliers overhead, casting a warm, golden hue across the spacious room. "Wow, I didn't expect that we would get this mansion for being a noble!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with awe.

Tanvi chuckled softly, watching Mira dart from corner to corner, exploring the expansive space. "I didn't either," she admitted, glancing around at the luxurious surroundings. "But I suppose this is what happens when the queen grants you a title and ties you to the royal family name."

Mira paused for a moment, catching her breath, then looked at Tanvi with a grin. "Still, it's a lot, isn't it? From running a humble sweets business to being invited to noble parties. Can you believe it?"

Tanvi smiled thoughtfully, leaning against the wooden railing of the staircase. "Life has changed so much. But honestly, Mira, it's all been a whirlwind. Business is booming, sure, but there's so much more at stake now. The nobles, the politics, the expectations—it's another world entirely."

Mira nodded, her expression softening. "Well, whatever it is, we're in it together. And if I get to live in this mansion while learning all the intricacies of noble life, I'm not going to complain."

Just as they shared a quiet laugh, a knock echoed through the grand entryway. The butler, ever discreet, hurried to open the door. Standing at the entrance was Mahesh Gupta, the wealthy businessman, accompanied by a young man—his son, tall and striking, with a sharp, confident smile.

"Lady Tanvi," Mahesh greeted her with a bow, his voice dripping with exaggerated politeness. "I hope this isn't a bad time. We've come with a humble proposal."

Tanvi raised an eyebrow, curious but cautious. Mahesh was known for his shrewd dealings, and she had long suspected that he bore a grudge against her success in the sweets business. "Please, come in," she said politely, though her guard was up. "What brings you here today, Mahesh?"

Mahesh entered with a measured smile, his eyes surveying the mansion with an air of envy barely masked behind his charm. His son, following closely behind, maintained a confident posture, offering Tanvi a polite nod.

"I would like to offer my son," Mahesh began, his tone smooth and practiced, "as a potential match. You see, my family is well-established, and it would be a mutually beneficial union."

Mira, who had been standing nearby, immediately caught on to his intentions. She suppressed a laugh, unable to help herself. "We have enough workers, Mahesh. We really don't need any more," she quipped, her sarcasm cutting through the tension.

Tanvi nearly choked on her laughter but managed to maintain a composed face. She leaned over to Mira, whispering in her ear, "He's not offering a worker. He's here to marry off his son!"

Mira's eyes widened, and her smile faded as she shot a glance at Mahesh and his son. "Oh, no. No, no, no," she muttered under her breath. Then, with a firm but polite tone, she turned back to them. "We're not interested in any offers of that kind, Mahesh."

Mahesh's smile faltered for just a moment, his carefully constructed façade slipping. His son, standing beside him, stiffened slightly, clearly unaccustomed to rejection.

"Are you sure you won't reconsider?" Mahesh pressed, his voice a touch more insistent. "This union would bring great advantages to both our families. Your reputation has grown, yes, but a solid alliance—"

"Thank you, but no," Tanvi interjected, her voice calm but resolute. She met Mahesh's eyes directly, a subtle power shift hanging in the air between them. "I'm quite happy with the way things are, and I don't think we need to rely on any alliances through marriage to secure our future."

Mahesh's face tightened, though he quickly masked his frustration with another false smile. "Very well," he said stiffly, bowing his head ever so slightly. "I shall not press further. But do keep us in mind should you ever change your perspective."

With that, he turned to leave, his son following in silence, clearly embarrassed by the outcome. As the door closed behind them, Mira burst out laughing, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Can you believe the nerve of that man?" she said, wiping a tear from her eye. "Offering up his son like he's some kind of gift."

Tanvi chuckled, though her mind was already racing ahead. "Mahesh is desperate," she said thoughtfully. "He's always seen me as competition. Now that I've been elevated to nobility, he's trying to keep me within reach, either by an alliance or…"

"Or what?" Mira asked, her smile fading as she sensed the seriousness in Tanvi's tone.

"Or by trying to sabotage me," Tanvi finished quietly. "He's not the type to give up easily."

Mira frowned, crossing her arms. "We'll keep an eye on him. But for now, let's enjoy the fact that we're living the noble life. Speaking of which, I heard you've been invited to a noble's party tomorrow?"

Tanvi nodded. "Yes, and I've been attending more of these gatherings recently. It's been an eye-opener. I've learned a lot about the noble class, how they think, how they maneuver. These parties aren't just about socializing—they're about power, influence, and knowing who to trust."

Mira raised an eyebrow. "Sounds exhausting."

"It is," Tanvi admitted, smiling wryly. "But it's also an opportunity. The more I understand the people in these circles, the better prepared I'll be when the time comes. Knowledge is power, Mira, and we need all the power we can get."

Mira grinned, her playful spirit returning. "Well, you've always been the smart one, Tanvi. I'll leave the noble politics to you. I'll just focus on keeping us well-fed and entertained."

Tanvi laughed softly. "I think I can handle that. But trust me, things are just getting started."

As the sun set behind the horizon, casting a warm glow over their new home, Tanvi knew deep down that her journey was far from over. The world of the nobles was treacherous, but she had risen to every challenge so far. And with Mira by her side, she was determined to face whatever came next—be it alliances, betrayals, or even the schemes of men like Mahesh Gupta. She would carve her own path, and no one would stand in her way.

It was a clear, crisp morning when Mira walked into Tanvi's new studio, her eyes immediately drawn to the array of rich fabrics and elaborate designs draped across the room. The studio was filled with the soft hum of sewing machines, the gentle rustle of silk and satin, and the murmurs of assistants working tirelessly on Tanvi's latest creations.

Mira, always direct, walked over to where Tanvi was meticulously examining a new gown, its deep emerald fabric shimmering in the light. She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. "I just have to ask," she began, her tone playful but inquisitive. "When I suggested we start a clothing business months ago, you dismissed the idea without a second thought. But now look at you! This whole empire of fabric and fashion. What changed?"

Tanvi looked up, her expression calm but focused. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she stood back to admire her work. "Back then, Mira, we were selling to common people. Sweets, spices, simple things they needed. Starting a fashion business at that point wouldn't have made sense," she explained, smoothing the fabric of the gown with a careful hand. "No one would've bought expensive dresses from two women they didn't know or trust. They wouldn't have cared."

Mira tilted her head, still curious. "But what's different now? Why dresses? You've already made a name for yourself in the sweets business. Why not stick with that?"

Tanvi's eyes gleamed with the quiet confidence of someone who had thought this through. "People only want to wear something extravagant if they see the wealthy or famous wearing it. Fashion, especially high-end fashion, is driven by status. We weren't part of the noble world then. Now, we have their attention. The moment a noble or royal wears one of my designs, it's no longer just fabric. It becomes desirable. And with the title I've been granted, I have the connections to make that happen."

Mira took a step closer, eyeing the gown Tanvi was working on, its intricate gold embroidery catching the light. "And it seems to be working," she remarked, her voice filled with genuine admiration. "This is stunning, Tanvi. You've outdone yourself."

Tanvi smiled, a hint of pride in her expression. "Thank you. But this is just the beginning. I've already had inquiries from nobles in other kingdoms, and they're willing to pay large sums for exclusive designs. Weddings, royal festivals, grand galas—they all want to wear something unique, something no one else has. And that's where I come in."

As if on cue, an assistant entered the studio, carrying a letter sealed with a royal crest. "Lady Tanvi, a message from the Duke of Rajgarh. He's requesting a custom gown for his daughter's wedding next month."

Tanvi took the letter, breaking the seal with a swift motion. She scanned the contents quickly, her smile growing wider. "See what I mean?" she said, holding up the letter for Mira to see. "The Duke himself wants one of my gowns for his daughter's wedding. This will spread like wildfire. Once the nobles from other kingdoms see her wearing my design, it'll open even more doors."

Mira nodded, impressed. "I can't argue with that. You've really thought this through, haven't you?"

Tanvi laughed softly. "I always do. Fashion is about more than just clothes. It's about power, influence, and image. The right dress can elevate someone's status, make them feel like they belong at court. And I want my name on those dresses."

The sound of more footsteps echoed in the studio, and another assistant approached, this time holding a small, ornate chest. "Lady Tanvi, these are the payments we've received today for the wedding orders. Nobles from the neighboring kingdom have already placed their requests."

The chest was filled with gold coins and fine jewels, payments for Tanvi's custom designs. Mira's eyes widened at the sight. "You weren't kidding when you said they'd pay a lot," she said, shaking her head in disbelief.

Tanvi closed the chest with a satisfied nod. "They're paying for exclusivity, for something no one else can have. And as long as I continue to deliver quality and creativity, they'll keep coming back."

As the days passed, the buzz around Tanvi's designs continued to grow. Nobles from far and wide sought her out, requesting gowns for their daughters, wives, and even themselves. Her designs were becoming the talk of every high-society event, from royal weddings to lavish festivals. The bright colors, intricate patterns, and elegant silhouettes of her dresses set her apart from the traditional tailors in the kingdom.

At one of these events, Tanvi's name was on everyone's lips. A noblewoman, draped in one of Tanvi's signature gowns, caught the attention of the queen herself at a royal celebration.

"Who made your gown?" the queen asked, her tone curious but approving.

The noblewoman beamed with pride. "Lady Tanvi, Your Majesty. She's been creating the most marvelous designs. Everyone is wearing her work now."

The queen nodded, intrigued. "I see. Perhaps I should consider her for my own wardrobe."

Word of this conversation quickly reached Tanvi, and within days, she received an invitation to the royal palace. It wasn't just the queen, but several members of the royal family who wanted her designs. The momentum behind her business was unstoppable now.

One evening, as Tanvi and Mira sat in their mansion, going over the latest orders, Mira leaned back in her chair, sighing contentedly. "I never imagined we'd be here," she said, shaking her head. "From selling sweets in the market to becoming one of the most sought-after designers in the kingdom."

Tanvi smiled softly, her eyes scanning the list of names waiting for her next creation. "It's been quite the journey," she admitted. "But we're just getting started. There's so much more to do, so many more people to reach."

Mira chuckled. "You're not satisfied with being the most popular designer in this kingdom?"

Tanvi shook her head, her gaze steady. "Not yet. I want my name to be known across every kingdom, not just for my dresses, but for what I've built. People think of me as just a woman with a talent for business or a clever mind for strategy. But I want to prove that I'm more than that. I want to show them that I can create something lasting, something that will outlive us all."

Mira raised her glass in a toast. "To the future, then. And to making our mark on the world."

Tanvi clinked her glass against Mira's, her smile filled with quiet determination. "To the future," she echoed, knowing that her path to greatness was just beginning.

It was an unusually quiet afternoon. Tanvi and Mira were lounging in the garden of their grand new mansion, the soft rustle of leaves and distant chirping of birds the only sounds breaking the silence. A gentle breeze fluttered through the trees, and the scent of blooming flowers filled the air.

Tanvi, lost in thought, sipped from her cup of tea and suddenly furrowed her brows. "Mira," she began, her voice low but inquisitive. "Have you noticed? Rahul hasn't visited us in a while."

Mira, seated on the opposite end of the garden bench, looked up from the book she had been flipping through. "Now that you mention it," she replied, her face thoughtful. "He hasn't been around for some time. It's strange. You'd think with all the attention you've been getting lately, he'd at least come by to congratulate you."

Tanvi tapped her fingers on the armrest, her eyes narrowing in concern. "Exactly. It's not like him. Do you think he's upset that I've become a successful businesswoman? Maybe he feels... overshadowed?" She let out a sigh, her mind racing with possibilities. "Or maybe something else is going on. It's not like Rahul to just disappear."

Mira shook her head, her expression mirroring Tanvi's confusion. "He's not even in his shop. I checked the last time I was in the market. The place was closed, no sign of him or anyone else working there."

Tanvi's worry deepened. "So where did he go?" she muttered, more to herself than to Mira. Her fingers drummed faster on the chair as she tried to make sense of it. "He hasn't said anything to us. Not a word. It's been weeks now, hasn't it?"

Mira nodded, closing the book and setting it aside. "Almost a month, if I'm not mistaken. The last time I saw him, he was at home healinghis injuries. But now, nothing."

Tanvi stood up abruptly, pacing back and forth on the garden path. "This isn't right, Mira. Rahul never just vanishes like this. What if something happened to him? Or—what if he's in trouble?"

Mira tilted her head, watching Tanvi's restless movements. "Do you really think he'd keep something like that from us? He's always been upfront. Even if he were in trouble, wouldn't he have come to us for help?"

Tanvi paused, turning to face Mira. "Maybe. But what if this time it's something he feels he has to deal with alone? You know how men can be sometimes, thinking they need to face things on their own, without help from anyone—especially from women."

Mira raised an eyebrow, a teasing smirk playing on her lips. "Ah, yes. The typical male ego. Too proud to admit they need help, even when they're drowning."

Tanvi managed a small smile at that, but her worry quickly returned. "Still, it doesn't feel right. We need to find him. I can't just sit here and do nothing."

Mira leaned forward, her eyes scanning Tanvi's face. "Do you really think something's happened to him, Tanvi? Or is there another reason you're so worried?"

Tanvi hesitated for a moment, her gaze softening. "I don't know, Mira. Maybe it's just because he's been with us through so much. I hate the thought that he could be in danger, or worse... And we wouldn't even know."

Mira stood up, placing a reassuring hand on Tanvi's shoulder. "We'll find him," she said firmly. "If he's in trouble, we'll help him. But let's not jump to conclusions just yet. He could be off on some errand or... maybe taking time to himself."

Tanvi nodded slowly, but the unease in her chest didn't lift. "You're right," she said, though her voice lacked conviction. "But something tells me we need to start looking for him. Let's ask around the market, see if anyone's seen him recently."

Mira agreed, her usual lightheartedness replaced with a quiet determination. "Let's go then. We'll find out where he's gone."

As they prepared to leave, a sense of urgency settled over them. Tanvi couldn't shake the feeling that something was off—something that went beyond just Rahul's absence. There were questions she didn't have answers to yet, and an unsettling silence that had fallen over their lives.

And as they stepped out of the mansion, Tanvi whispered under her breath, "Where did you go, Rahul?" The wind carried her words away, leaving behind only the echo of her unanswered question.