Chapter 1
The Princess Of Heaven
In a quiet little town stood a beautiful house, nestled among lush gardens and blooming flowers.
The driveway was lined with several shiny cars, hinting at the comfort and luxury within.
Inside the house, three boys—each around ten years old—were lost in their world of play.
Their laughter echoed through the halls as they ran from room to room, causing a ruckus and knocking over anything in their path.
In one corner of the house, a teenage girl was sitting at a desk, watching a movie on her iPad with her headphones on.
She was fifteen years old—the daughter of the house owner—and seemed completely unbothered by the chaos around her.
Meanwhile, at the dining table, another girl was seated, holding a phone to her ear and yelling at someone on the other end.
The girl yelled into the phone, “You idiot! I asked you for a part-time job—how could you send me to look after a bunch of naughty kids?”
The boy on the other end laughed. “Can’t you handle small kids?”, he teased.
Just then, a loud crash echoed through the house—the sound of glass shattering.
She winced, her face twisting with irritation, and muttered, “They’re not kids. They’re buffaloes.”
The boy laughed and said, “I think this is the only job that pays ten thousand for just one day. So, please hang in there—only five more hours to go.”
Before she could protest, he ended the call.
A second later, another crash echoed from the kitchen—the sharp, jarring sound of plates shattering.
She closed her eyes and exhaled slowly, clenching her jaw.
Moments later, the noise of chaos faded. The three boys, who had been running wild through the house, now approached her quietly.
She looked up from her desk. “What’s the matter?”
One of the boys shuffled his feet. “We’re bored. Tell us a story.”
“Yeah,” another piped up. “Tell us a new one. Not the dinosaur story again.”
She groaned and waved them off. “Go back to your game.”
But they didn’t move. Instead, they stood there like little statues, eyes wide and hopeful, waiting.
They had clearly decided—they weren’t leaving without a tale.
The girl finally gave in with a sigh. “Alright, I’ll tell a story—but no interruptions. And I’m not starting unless she joins too,” she said, pointing toward the girl still watching a movie.
The boys quickly convinced their sister to join, and soon all four of them were gathered around her, waiting eagerly.
She crossed her arms and smirked. “Okay then. Listen carefully…”
The girl began telling the story.
“In this world, there are many people who believe that God exists, and some who refuse to accept it. But everyone believes in death.
After death, people go either to hell or to heaven, depending on the life they led on Earth.
Many know about hell and its horrors. But heaven is different.
In heaven, there are many angels who rule over it. They are the ones who receive those who have done good deeds.
Those angels welcome the souls into a peaceful realm and show them a world more beautiful than anything they ever saw on Earth.”
An angel, ancient and wise, ruled over heaven. His name was "Augustin."
He was married to another angel named "Sofiya", graceful and kind.
Together, they had a daughter—a radiant soul whom they named "Daisy Augustin."
Daisy was the princess of heaven, destined to carry on the legacy.
But she wasn’t like the others. She was unique—curious, bold, and full of questions.
Though she appeared to be around twenty years old, age worked differently in heaven. One year in heaven was equal to ten years on Earth.
By earthly time, Daisy was already 200 years old. Her parents, Augustin and Sofiya, were both over 1700.
Daisy worked as an administrator in heaven—a role of great responsibility.
Her task was to read the lives of people who had died on Earth and decide where they belonged in heaven.
She held this position because she was next in line to become the Queen.
But Daisy was different from the other angels. While most of them remained distant and compassionate, she had grown increasingly detached from Earth.
After reading countless life records filled with cruelty, lies, and suffering, she had started to dislike the human world.
Still, she knew more about Earth than most angels. She kept track of its happenings and understood its ways far better than she admitted.
Like all angels, she possessed many powers—mind-reading, levitating objects, and more.
Daisy, as usual, was enjoying her peaceful life in heaven—unaware that something was about to change.
That night, an unexpected visitor arrived at the royal quarters. It was "Thomas, the former king of heaven. "
When Augustin and Sofiya saw him at their doorstep, both trembled with unease.
Thomas stepped forward, his voice calm but heavy with meaning. “I believe you remember,” he said, eyes fixed on Augustin, “that Daisy is about to turn twenty-one. Have you forgotten the true purpose of her birth?”
Sofiya’s face grew pale.
A quiet sorrow filled her eyes as she stepped forward and pleaded, “Please… she’s still just a girl. Let her be.
She’s already living a life filled with duty—duties she never asked for. Other children her age are free, enjoying their lives in heaven.
Why must she carry this burden?”
“It’s all my fault,” Augustin said quietly. “But if we don’t let Daisy fulfill her purpose… she’ll die.”
Sofiya shook her head, her voice breaking. “Even if we send her, she’ll still die. Either way… we lose her.”
Thomas stepped closer, his expression firm. “You must gather your strength. The day we’ve been waiting for is tomorrow.”
Sofiya looked up, confused. “Why tomorrow?”
Thomas turned to one of the other administrators standing nearby. “Freya,” he called. “Bring the book.”
Thomas opened it slowly and began to explain everything, his voice echoing with the weight of old secrets.
The next day, two souls arrived in heaven—a boy and a girl, both twenty years old.
Thomas stormed into the chamber, his voice sharp and accusing. “Daisy, how could you make such a mistake?”
Daisy turned to him, startled. “What mistake? What did I do?”
Thomas held up a glowing scroll. “You brought a girl named Anjali Anand to heaven. She still has forty years left to live on Earth.”
Daisy’s face dropped. She snatched the scroll from his hand and scanned it quickly.
Her eyes widened in disbelief as she saw the truth—Anjali’s name was indeed there, marked clearly with a remaining lifespan of forty years.
From across the room, the girl in question stepped forward hesitantly. “Am I… the girl you’re talking about?”
Sofiya could only nod, her expression grim.
The room fell into a tense silence. Thomas, Augustin, and Sofiya struggled to remain composed, though the weight of the situation hung heavy in the air.
Anjali’s heartbeat quickened. She looked around, confused and frightened.
Daisy stood frozen, the scroll trembling in her hand.
