Do princesses and ogres exist in our modern world?
Hello everyone! Pleasure to be here today with ye all. Going back to that opening question, what would your answer be?
I’m not talking of Fiona and Shrek or the really magical Prince Charming stuff. But real life – how many women out there are looking for that elusive charming man?
Take, for instance, Diya Hemant, a self-made young entrepreneur who owns her interior design company at just twenty-four years old. A girlie girl at heart, her dream has always been to fly of her own wings...and to find love. Aka, Prince Charming.
So you thus have a modern-day princess, and you think that, not being a royal, she doesn’t have stuff like protocol to deal with? Wrong, because Diya is of Indian origin. Meaning – there’s always some tradition, customs, mores, and values to abide by. Her mother will be pressuring her to get married ASAP to a proper suitor (like all good ‘queens’ would). A horde of aunties would be there as Fairy Godmothers (or even as Maleficent-type hags!).
And speaking of the suitors, a veritable parade of idiots will be launched before her.
But rebellious princesses have a way of breaking free and escaping the confines of their castle (Diya lives alone in a traditional society that hoards kids until marriage), and of course, in the world out there, they meet...Ogres.
Take Trent Garrison, for example. The worst kind of savage. Absolutely no manners, an irascible temper, and the man rarely, if ever, comes out of his lair. Too bad this lair happens to be the flat next door to Diya’s.
When trying to escape the ogre’s vicinity, this modern-day princess plunges into the dark forest and comes across a shining suitor on a black horse. They say he’s a Big Bad Wolf in disguise...but princesses rarely pay heed to anything except their hearts, right?
In the end, will the ogre prove he is the real knight in shining armor before the princess ends up getting hurt?
Find out in the upcoming Light My World, Book 2 of The Island Girls Trilogy by Zee Monodee
It is a truth universally acknowledged that to find a prince, a girl has to kiss a few frogs along the way. But what happens when a modern-day princess comes across…an ogre?
Diya Hemant is done with her mother’s relentless matchmaking and the pressure to get married ASAP. Hadn’t anyone told the old generation that this is Mauritius in the twenty-first century, and not the Regency era? She yearns to find her Prince Charming, yes, but she’ll find him on her terms. After all, she’s armed with the definitive list of requirements that paragon of hunkiness has to possess.
When her path crosses surly British widower Trent Garrison’s, Diya is sure she’s found an ogre of the worst kind, and one who can never be turned into a frog, let alone a prince.
But hate at first sight can be a powerful emotion, stronger even than instant attraction. Fate keeps pitting them against one another. Could this be a clue that both Diya and Trent need to find what lies in their, and each other’s, hearts?
Pulling herself out of the dejected thought, she concentrated on the conversation, if any talk with her mother could be called a conversation, at hand. “How are you doing, Mum? And how’s Daddy?”
“Oh, you’ll never believe this!”
Diya braced herself for the assault on her eardrums as the outburst continued.
“There were prayers today at Ruby’s place, and everybody was talking about your interview in WideView.”
WideView, the monthly lifestyle supplement of one of the local papers, had featured a three-page slot on a house ALIDA had decorated. The project had been their first break, commissioned by a friend of Ange’s mother, who had seen the scheme the two girls had done in the Marivaux family home in the inland, posh area of Floréal.
The interview in question amounted to nothing more than a few lines here and there in the body of the article. “I gather you’ve seen it, too. What do you think of the house?”
“Simply marvellous, sweetheart. It made me so proud to tell everyone my little girl had done all of it,” the older woman gushed, before she went quiet.
Something bad was coming. Her mother hadn’t buttered her up for nothing.
“You know, Vimla’s nephew just came back from England. He’s got a PhD in Econometrics from the London School of Economics….”
And he’s looking for a girl to marry. Diya didn’t need to hear her mother say the words. Good grief, when would this sick matchmaking game ever stop?
“Mum, it’s no. Full stop. I’m not interested.”
The line went quiet, before she heard a huff.
“Fine, suit yourself. Just don’t say you never had a chance when you end up an old maid.”
She rolled her eyes despite the fury building up inside her like steam in a pressure cooker.
“What’s so wrong with that? It’s your generation that needs a man for everything, Mother. Not mine.”
Annoyed at having lost her temper, and ticked by the quiet coming from the other end, she snapped, “Oh, forget it. I’m going. Kiss for you, love to Daddy.”
She pressed her forehead against the cool glass in the side panel of her front door.
Would her mother ever stop irritating the hell out of her? Not likely. Gayatri Hemant lived for torturing her daughters into culture and conventions.
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