Rich Brat: Sweet Revenge Of A Lazy Princess

Charan stopped the car and hesitantly sat there outside the hotel. It was as intimidating to enter it as it was the first time he came there. At least, the first time he actually had an invite but now he did not even have that. He did not even know where he was supposed to go. So he was more nervous this time around.

S corp. had a vast array of business but the Imperial Hotel is Shreya's crown jewel. This building came under her direct control and supervision and she had almost 51% ownership of the hotel personally and rest of the ownership vest with S corp. So each and every staff here knows Shreya and most of them had actually met her even. So figuratively speaking, this was her palace and she was it's Queen.

His nervous tapping on the steering wheel stopped when the security guard from outside the hotel approached his car and tapped on his windows. Charan was sure he was going to be kicked out even before having a chance to go in. After all, his car stood out like a sore spot in front of the extravagant fountain.

But to his surprise, the staff bowed at him very respectfully and offered to park his car. And as soon as he handed him his keys, another person came and escorted him to the reception.

"How may I help you, sir??" The receptionist asked very politely.

"Uhm… Hi, I am Charan… I… I don't know if you noticed, but I was just here some time ago dropping Shreya… Ms. Shreya Srivastav off… I was wondering if you could take me to her or maybe call her up and say I am here. She left her phone with me…" Charan said. Even though he did not stammer, his voice still cracked here and there. Now he was sure he was going to be kicked out. If someone had told him what he had just said in that tone, even he wouldn't be able to believe him. He neither looked the part nor talked the part. He looked like a miserable loser trying to speak himself into a hotel.

But then weirdly enough, the staff braced her spines and somehow looked at him more politely and excused herself to make a call. He was asked to wait a couple of minutes in the lobby.

So Charan just went and sat. Exactly 5 minutes after, a guy wearing a manager tag came and bowed to him.

"We are very sorry sir, Madam is not picking up the calls…" The manager told him politely.

"oh, okay. It's okay… I will be going then… Can you just make sure to give this to her??" Charan said defeated. He knew no decent hotel will ever reveal personal information on customers and Shreya was not even a normal customer. SO there was no way they were going to give him the room number.

But then he was surprised once again when the manager said, "It's okay sir. I will take you to her if you are okay with it!!"

Thus both of them rode the elevator with a very confused Charan. Why did he suddenly feel as if he was being treated like a royalty or something??

"Is it really okay for you guys to take me to her??" Charan voiced his confusion without being able to hold back.

"Yes, sir. Absolutely. Madam made explicit instruction to make sure you have everything you need whenever you visited!!" The manager said with a polite smile.

"Oh…" That was all Charan could really manage. So he could just walk in here and order everyone around at The Imperial Hotel!!!

Instead of exciting him, this piece of information actually made him scared and something flipped at his stomach.

They came to a standstill outside a very extravagantly fancy-looking door. The manager buzzed the bell and waited patiently.

But then even after 5 tries, nothing stirred. Charan sighed defeated. He was just about to walk away when the manager took out a key and handed it to him and left. He just gapped at the guys back before cl.i.c.k.i.n.g the doors open and walking in.

"Shreya…" He called out.

The room was huge. It was humongous. He did not even know if he could call it a room. It was bigger than her apartment and looked sickeningly luxurious. But before he could look around, he heard a noise from somewhere on his right. He walked towards the noise and found Shreya there dangling off of a chair in the bedroom.

She was sitting in the chair by the bed. Wait, that's not accurate. Using the word 'Sitting' will be over-exaggeration. She was a minute away from falling face-first on to the floors.

When Charan went to straighten her up, that's when he noticed the bedside table. There stood a half-empty bottle of some strong Whiskey.

When he went near her, he could smell the booze on her. Charan shook her several times but Shreya did not even stir. So he just lifted her up and laid her on the bed as carefully as he could. And then made sure she was comfortable.

Just when he was about to get out of the bed, Shreya wailed so loudly in her sleep that it sent a chill down his spines. She cried out like a wounded animal pleading for life. She paused for a few minutes. Charan heaved in relief thinking it was over but then her cries filled the walls all over again. Charan couldn't take it anymore.

But when Charan tried to wake her up, she did not wake. She just kept trashing and wailing all over the place. Cold sweat dripped all over her as she restlessly tossed and turned on her bed. Charan quickly comforted her by c.a.r.e.s.sing her head and face. But that did her no good. She did not calm down.

So he climbed up beside her and held her tightly in his arms. She struggled at first but then eventually stopped and snuggled in.