The Minister's Daughter

Tara woke up with a grin plastered on her face. She had a beautiful dream and her heart was singing melodies. Being a born romantic has it's own perks. Anything subtle can make her smile and today's grin was attributed by the sizzling dream about her perennial crush, Sushant Saxena, the King of Romance.

Damn.... that man has looks and wits to kill for.

As the butler handed her the bed tea, she scurried to the adjacent room. She needed to share her hot dream with Lata. It was her habit to begin the day with her twin but her smile was replaced by a frown as she was welcomed by her sister's unslept bed. Lata was a party hopper, unlike her. Tara devoted her time spreading literacy and making mom and dad proud while Lata gave them nightmares by becoming Page 3 gossip every now and then. Being the daughter of the Home Minister of a State had it's own perils but who could make her stupid sister understand that?

Dismissing her agitation Tara was just about to return to her room when the phone rang.

It was Lata.

First she decided not to take the call but by the third ring she was worried about her sister and by the fifth ring she took the call in a panic stricken condition.

"Kiddo... where are you? Why are you calling this early? You okay?"

Her questions were greeted by a soft sob but Lata didn't reply. Tara was about to ask more questions when she heard a man's voice in the background,

" Stop sniffing girl. You ended up in my bed and caused so much trouble for me and now you are crying ? And what the fuck , are you calling someone? Damn you woman, drop the call or I will strangle you... as if that semi nude photo flooding the Social media is already not enough".

And then the line went silent.

Tara shuddered.

Where was Lata? And was the man really threatening to kill her sister?

Forgetting her tea Tara rushed to open her laptop.

Social media was indeed flooded....

ROMANCING THE PRINCESS TO BAG THE ELECTION TICKET.....

KING OF ROMANCE FALLS FOR THE QUEEN OF HEARTS....

THE OTHER FACE OF THE MINISTER'S DAUGHTER....

CAUGHT IN ACT...

The list went on.

But the photos were not tagged under Lata's name . Her identity was mistaken.

A single picture in a dim lit room was used in all the articles and it was hard to figure clearly whether it was Lata or her .

But the man was unmistakable.... the one and only Sushant Saxena.

Tara didn't know how to react.

Did Lata really sleep with her crush!!!!

She felt her heart bleeding in envy and knees going weak. She grabbed a table to stabilize herself as she revisited all the available information. Lata was a social butterfly but not a slut. And if the voice on the phone belonged to Sushant Saxena, they were nowhere close to bedding each other.

Bigger things were at stake.

Damn... it was a political mud smearing.

After a moment of calculation she rushed to her dad's room. She needed help. And her sister needed to be rescued. And she would never let that man lose his party ticket .....

DAAAAAAAAAAAAAD..... Tara rushed down the stairs shouting her lungs out.