Raavi - When The Crowned Princess meets The Mafia King.

The Sandhu's

India, Last few days of November

"Raavi." Daman called out her 22 year old daughter from the living room as Ekansh Sandhu, her husband was busy dicing the tomatoes nicely for the puree.

"Go, your mum's calling you." He told after removing the airpods out of Raavi's ear while she was whisking the cream cheese for the cheesecake.

"Okay, Oh, there's tomatoes on the... Dad is that a hickey on your neck... again? Oh My God.. Just... No, don't tell me." Raavi said scrunching up her nose at having caught her mom's mark on her father twice in one week that she had been home for the holidays. She had confused the redness with tomatoes, which on rubbing revealed the true nature of its existence as her father tried to pull back.

She was in MIT, top of her class and already bringing laurels to the family. She would be done with her post-graduation in six months and she had no idea what she would do after that. As a child, She wanted to take a job, or maybe join her dad's weaponry side of the business since she had studied a lot about them and the laws of physics they work under. Her mother would never approve but weapons had always fascinated her.

She had been always clear that she will settle in her own little kingdom, but these days it didn't sit well with her. Her plans were drifting.

"Yes, mom." She said wiping her hands on the towel, walking out to look up and see her mother in the arms of her elder brother.

"Tejjjjj..." she shrieked running to him as their mother slid aside, and Tejas lifted Raavi in her arms and twirled her around. "You're home."

"I am home, princess" He said placing her down as Ekansh ran out after hearing her daughter scream to meet his prodigal son. Tejas ran to touch his feet and hugged him, looking exactly like the picture of his biological father from his days in military.

"Making us and the country proud?" Ekansh asked, skipping the confidential details of his work.

Tejasveer singh Ghuman worked for RAW, and his identity was kept hidden most of the time, with changed names and different passports as he worked undercover. He had been in Turkey for over a year now and the only contact was the coded mails that he sent to the headquarters and other fake ID's used to connect them as they were forwarded to his family. But he had no way of hearing back from them, to protect his cover.

"Anything less and they would question my genetics and my parenting." He said, as heavy footsteps ran towards the stairs as Tejpartap singh slid down the connecting metal handrails in the most unroyal way possible.

"Very sophisticated, Kunwar ji." Tejas joked as the younger Tej hugged his elder brother as Tejas sniffed him. "Were you in our shooting range?" he asked smelling gun powder, as he shrugged.

"Blowing off some steam." He said with a shrug, as Tejas pats his back.

"And who's the one that has you so hot and bothered." He teases his younger brother.

"Is it a girl? Partap, you are too young for..." their mother intervened.

"Mom, you had met dad at 21. You can't put an age-cap on love." Raavi spoke protecting his twin as the two brothers and her father turned to look at her puzzled.

She was the one to throw her siblings under the bus and watch them get scolded. When did this happen?

"What?" she asked, as Ekansh looked at Tejas, as he nods.

"Tejasveer singh Ghumaan, Tejpartap singh Sandhu, your asses better mind their own business." She said, with the authoritative tone of her mother, as both the elder brothers, flinched at the command.