Who is this guest in our house?
Mansi was going crazy thinking the same thing again and again.
But the biggest confusion was—why were her parents talking so lovingly to that girl?
"Nidhi, did you like the surprise? Are you happy?"
Raghav asked warmly, but before he could finish his sentence, his eyes fell on Mansi standing there. He looked shocked.
"Mansi? Weren't you supposed to come tomorrow afternoon? How did you come today?"
Hearing her father's words, Mansi was sure now—this garden wasn't prepared for her. It was for this new girl.
But she couldn't understand why her parents were giving so much importance to a stranger.
She assumed the girl was just a guest, so she smiled politely and said,
"Mom, Dad… I came back early from my friend's place. Who is she?"
Raghav hadn't expected Mansi to arrive today, but he quickly smiled and said,
"You came at the right time. Let me introduce you."
He pointed toward the girl.
"This is Nidhi… your sister."
"Sister?"
What sister?
Mansi's mind froze.
Was she some distant relative?
But the girl named Nidhi was wearing very simple clothes—nothing like someone from their rich family.
All their relatives were wealthy and high-class.
These thoughts kept running in Mansi's mind.
Raghav didn't notice her expressions. He turned to Nidhi and said,
"This is Mansi. We told you about her. She has just finished her exams, and since it's summer vacation, she'll be staying with us."
Mansi politely greeted Nidhi with her bright eyes.
"Hello, sister."
Even though she called her sister, Mansi didn't take it seriously.
In her heart, she was already judging Nidhi as a poor relative.
Just then, Raghav said,
"Let's go inside. The clothes and shoes we ordered have arrived. The brand manager himself came to deliver them. He's waiting inside."
Raghav and Kavita started walking inside with Nidhi.
Mansi stood there, stunned.
What? Are those clothes and shoes for this girl? Why?
Who exactly is she that my parents are treating her like this?
When they reached the hall, the brand manager was already standing there respectfully.
"Good afternoon, Mr. and Mrs. Singhania.
I'm Anil, manager of Prior Fashions."
He gestured toward the items.
"These are our brand owner Queen NB's latest works."
"I heard you customized these for your daughter?"
Kavita smiled with satisfaction while looking at the clothes, sandals, and bags.
"Yes. Queen NB's work is truly impressive."
Then she turned to Nidhi.
"Nidhi, take a look. Do you like them?"
Anil also followed her gaze and looked at Nidhi.
His smile froze instantly.
The girl standing in front of him was beautiful, cute, with clear, bright eyes.
But the shocking part was—
She looked exactly like his boss.
Three years ago, Nidhi had started the brand Prior Fashions under the name Sejal.
She hid her real identity and led the brand as Queen NB.
Every dress, every bag, every shoe—
Nidhi designed everything herself.
Each design was unique, and only one piece of every item was produced.
Because of its exclusivity, the brand quickly became popular among rich and elite families.
Within three years, Prior Fashions won several international awards.
Many luxury brands wanted to buy Queen NB or merge with Prior Fashions.
But the public was always told that the designer didn't want to appear in public or meet anyone.
Those brands didn't know one thing—
Nidhi didn't need money.
That's why Sejal ruthlessly rejected every offer.
Raghav said gently to Nidhi,
"Take a look. If you don't like anything, you can tell Anil. He's the brand manager."
Anil handled all the external affairs of Prior Fashions.
"Ma'am… what should I call you?"
Anil asked, confused.
"My name is Nidhi," she replied coldly.
Anil didn't understand anything, but one thing was clear—
No one here knew that Nidhi was Queen NB.
How can my boss be the daughter of one of the richest men in India?
If she was always this rich, why did she launch her own brand?
And isn't Mansi Singhania the only daughter of this family?
Nidhi had planned not to design anything for at least six months.
The brand already had enough stock, and she wanted to focus on pharmaceutical research.
But she was shocked—
Her own parents had bought the entire stock.
Even some of her old designs, which she considered outdated.
"Miss Nidhi, your name sounds very similar to our founder's,"
Anil said carefully.
"Don't you know our boss?"
"No."
Her answer was clear and firm.
That confirmed it—
The elders of this house had no idea about Queen NB's identity.
"You're very lucky," Anil said honestly.
"Your parents love you so much. These designs are personally created by Queen NB. They're perfect for someone as beautiful as you."
Nidhi casually picked up one outfit.
Raghav pointed at a red dress and said,
"This will look really good on you. Queen NB's designs are amazing."
Kavita held up a skirt and imagined it on her.
"I can already see how beautiful you'll look wearing this."
"And look at these shoes," Raghav said warmly.
"They're perfect."
"This bag looks like it was made just for you," Kavita added.
"I'm sure it'll suit you."
On the other side, Mansi's face slowly turned pale.
She was beyond shocked.
What am I seeing? What am I hearing?
Her parents' love for Nidhi was making her panic.
She felt uneasy.
I was away for just one month… and everything changed.
"These are all your size," Raghav said gently.
"If you don't like anything, we'll order more."
"There's no need,"
Nidhi said calmly, her eyes shining.
"I think they're all fine."
Then she turned to Anil.
"What's the total cost?"
Anil panicked.
"These are Queen NB's classic pieces. Even the cheapest one costs around three lakhs."
But the truth was—
Raghav had paid in crores.
Anyone could tell these were top-tier luxury designs.
"And the total?"
Nidhi asked, raising her eyebrow slightly.
Anil swallowed and said,
"Mr. Singhania paid 50 crore 55 lakh rupees to Prior Fashions yesterday."
Nidhi hadn't expected her parents to spend so much on her—
On the very first day of her return.
To be continued....