His Queen

Chapter TWENTY FOUR

Malice.....

Author's POV:

Rajvansh stood at the entrance of the Oasis Hotel, a grand structure exuding luxury and opulence. The gleaming marble floors reflected the soft, ambient light from the chandeliers above, casting a golden hue throughout the lobby. The air was filled with a subtle blend of expensive colognes and the faint scent of fresh lilies, carefully arranged in large vases around the room.

He took a deep breath, adjusting his crisp navy suit, and walked towards the reception desk. His assistant Amrit and his bodyguard, always by his side. The receptionist, a young woman with a warm smile, greeted him. When she realised who he is her lips parted and ear tips became red. She looked at him with awe.

"Good evening, sir. How may I assist you?" she asked coyly. Rajvansh didn't even glanced at her. His mind wandering with tedipation if he should or not meet Prithviraj.

"We are here to see Mr. Prithviraj," Amrit replied, his voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of tension.

"Of course, sir. One moment, please," she said, her cheeks flushed, dialing a number on the phone. After a brief conversation, she looked up. "Mr. Prithviraj is expecting you in the penthouse suite. Please take the elevator to the top floor."

Amrit nodded. Rajvansh made his way to the elevator. As the doors closed, he stared at his reflection in the mirrored walls. Despite their shared blood, he and Prithviraj had their fair share of differences. But today was different; today, he needed his brother's expertise.

The elevator doors opened directly into the penthouse. The suite was lavishly decorated, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking view of the city skyline. Prithviraj stood by the window, his silhouette framed against the backdrop of twinkling city lights. He turned as Rajvansh entered, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

"Rajvansh. To what do I owe the pleasure?" Prithviraj's tone was as sharp as ever.

"I need your help," Rajvansh began, refusing to let the sarcasm affect him. "I need a rare diamond. The rarest you can find."

Prithviraj raised an eyebrow. "And why would I help you with that?"

Rajvansh took a deep breath. "I'm planning to propose to Aparna. I want it to be perfect. And you're the only one in India known for acquiring the rarest diamonds and pearls."

Prithviraj's expression Grimm slightly, his eyes calculating. "A proposal, huh? Well, well, who would've thought?"

"Can you help me or not?" Rajvansh pressed, trying to keep his frustration in check.

Prithviraj sighed, walking over to a sleek mahogany table, and halted in front of Rajvansh. Rajvansh's bodygard become alert, keeping one hand on his gun holster. Prithviraj gazed at him, amusement shining in his eyes. He stares back at his twin.

"Are you in love with her? What is it about that commoner? I have met her once and that was enough to know that she is a total chaos. Her personality contradicts yours.
I have always believed that you are well suited for becoming king because you know how to leash your emotions and last thing I could have ever imagined was for The Rajvansh Singh Rathore to be in love. I know we are not in good connections but consider it a little tip from your brother, Raj, love will make you weak. She, will make you weak. You will not longer be able to enjoy your power over others without any fear once they will know about your weakness. Love only makes you weak, powerless and fearful." He spat the last words with the cold, almost pitying look. His eyes were shining with a mix of earnestness and bitterness.