His sukoon : His junoon

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Sorry for the delay as I had some lectures to attend .

Here is the 3rd chapter. enjoy♡♡

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Isha's POV

I was packing my bag. It had been two weeks since I received the news of my scholarship, and now Ishaan and I were preparing to move to Mumbai. I was planning to apply for a position as a research assistant in the psychology department of a hospital. This job would allow me to support myself financially while I pursued my PhD.

Ishaan was brimming with excitement, as if he were embarking on a moon tour. I, on the other hand, felt a profound sense of relief. The thought of leaving this place behind was like a breath of fresh air. The toxic environment I had endured for so long had taken a toll on my mental health, and I was eager for a change of scenery.

My mother had married my father, a humble salaryman working a 9-to-5 job to support our family. But her friends had introduced her to gambling, and her short temper, which had existed even before marriage, only worsened over time. After my father died from a heart attack when I was just nine, overwhelmed by stress from work and the loans she took for gambling, my grandparents took care of the insurance money to fund my education.

But after my grandparents passed away when I was thirteen, the money fell into my mother's hands. Despite this, I managed to continue my studies thanks to the influence of my father's former boss, who had occasionally visited our home. However, once he moved abroad, our connection was severed. By then, I had become adept at handling my mother's erratic behavior, a skill that had helped me survive all these years.

Now, with a scholarship for my PhD, I was relieved to be moving out of this environment. I had promised myself I would take care of my mother as best as I could, even if she was abusive. I was determined not to let her make me into someone bitter and resentful, just as my father would have wanted.

Ishaan had recently told me about an interview he had for a job in Mumbai. It was a promising opportunity, and I was glad that things were finally looking up for him as well.

Our train journey was scheduled for the day after tomorrow, and I was certain that once I left, I would never look back at this place again.

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Rajput Palace

It was morning at the Rajput Palace, and the servants were bustling around the kitchen preparing food under the watchful eye of Maharani Maya. Maharaj Manik Singh, standing behind her, was fanning her with a worried expression.

"Why are you even in the kitchen? You had fasted yesterday for that fridge!" he said, his voice tinged with concern.

Maya glared at him, her irritation evident. "Aap chale jaiye ya apne tarike se bhejein," she snapped, making him look like a kicked puppy as he walked away.

"Aap unse lagte his kyu hai papa" His daughter Janhvi spoke looking at her father sitting on the dining table while servants started bringing the food out. His eyes went towards staircase where Rudransh Singh Rajput descended the stairs, wearing a three-piece suit that fit him perfectly with a rolex watch on his right hand.

"Ek biwi milegi to pta chalega kyu" Rudransh sat on the center chair where the king resides. Looking at his father he looked at the food getting served by his mother.