A short royal story...
It is a tale where fate, love, and secrets collide, challenging bonds and rewriting destinies. A journey through unspoken emotions, unexpected alliances, and an unravelling truth that changes everything. Step into a world wher...
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One month had passed since Shehnaaz's wedding. Slowly but steadily, she had carved a special place for herself in her new family's hearts. Rajmata and Maharani had long ago ordered her to drop their titles, insisting she call them Dadisa and Maasa instead. Their warmth, along with that of the entire household, made Shehnaaz feel like she truly belonged here.
Unlike the half-hearted affection she received from her Kaka and Kaki, who had never been able to view her as their own, here, she felt the unconditional love of a family. It wasn't that her Kaka and Kaki were unkind—after all, they had allowed her to study at the library when they couldn't afford school fees beyond the fifth grade—but she had never experienced the kind of closeness and acceptance that surrounded her now.
Shehnaaz found a home. Yet, amidst all this happiness, a quiet sadness lingered in her heart—her husband.
Yuvraj remained an enigma to her, as distant now as the stars in the sky. He spoke little and avoided her completely, leaving early in the morning and returning late at night. On some nights, he didn't return to their room at all, opting instead to sleep in his study. And on the rare nights he did come to their shared bedroom, he would lie on the far edge of the bed as though even the slightest contact would burn him.
Shehnaaz tried everything to bridge the gap. She performed her duties as a wife with utmost care—keeping his belongings organized, ensuring he was well-fed, and watching over his health. But despite her efforts, he remained a shadow, a stranger.
The Sidhant she had met before their wedding, who had spoken so kindly and promised a friendship between them, seemed like a figment of her imagination. His silence weighed heavily on her, yet she didn't let it show. She busied herself with the bonds she had built in her new family.
Her days were filled with love and laughter. Rajmata shared stories about Sidhant and his twin brother, who was still in London handling business matters but would soon return to settle permanently. Maharani, or Maasa as Shehnaaz now called her, showered her with kindness, making her feel truly like a daughter.
Then there were the three younger siblings—Abhimaan, Rajveer, and Nandini. They were her joy, her solace, her companions. She loved how they affectionately called her Bhabhi Maa and treated her like their confidante. They often came to her with their troubles, resting their heads in her lap until they felt comforted.
Nandini, in particular, had found a best friend and elder sister in Shehnaaz. Despite being a princess, Nandini had always felt isolated, surrounded by people who treated her with reverence but never sincerity. Shehnaaz scolded her when necessary, encouraged her when she was down, and became the sister Nandini had always dreamed of.
