ABHIMAAN RUDRANSH SINGH RATHORE , THE KING ( RANA SA ) OF RAJASTHAN AND KING OF MAFIA WORLD . MAN of few words , NO one dares to take his name, AGE - 28 , height 6'0 . A man with perfect body with 8 pack abs and perfect jaw line , black eyes , rude...
Ishita's hands flew across the table, smoothing out wrinkles, adjusting the flowers, and ensuring every little detail was perfect. Her heart raced with anticipation as the grand charity event for the orphanage she had devoted her life to was finally here. The excitement in the air was palpable—guests were arriving, the ballroom was glittering with chandeliers and fresh roses, and the children, all dressed in their finest, were ready to showcase their talents.
But there was one person who could change everything: **Dada Hukum**, the ex-king. The former monarch's presence at the event meant a chance for a large donation that could keep the orphanage running for years. He was a man of power, influence, and wealth, and every movement was calculated with precision.
Ishita wasn't used to such events. She had spent most of her life in this orphanage, working hard to care for the children, but today felt different. She wasn't just a caretaker today—today, she was a key player in making the future brighter for everyone here. And yet, the thought of meeting Dada Hukum made her palms sweat.
She was beautiful, undeniably so, but the thought of facing someone like him, a man whose name still echoed in royal circles, made her feel small in comparison. *Just breathe, Ishita. Everything will be fine.* But the nagging worry lingered as she hurried between guests, trying to keep the event running smoothly.
She barely had time to look up when she saw him.
The heavy hum of royal expectations surrounded **DadaHukum** as he arrived at the orphanage, flanked by his security detail. His suit, dark and immaculate, contrasted sharply with the warmth and humble simplicity of the building. He had been to countless charity events in his life, many of them grander than this, but something about this one felt different.
Perhaps it was the children—bright, eager faces who looked at him with hope, as though they saw him not as the former king, but as a savior. Perhaps it was the air of purpose that hummed through the place, a sense of unity, of goodwill. Whatever it was, he found himself intrigued.
The moment he stepped inside, his eyes searched the room for any signs of what might be, as always, a typical evening. But then, his gaze landed on her.
She was moving swiftly between the guests, her long, dark hair catching the light as she darted here and there, ensuring everything was perfect. She was stunning—there was no denying that. But it wasn't just her beauty that caught his attention. It was the way she held herself, the way she worked with such grace, yet there was an unmistakable tension in her posture.
**Ishita**. He caught her name when one of the volunteers introduced her. She was not just a beautiful face, but someone who lived here, worked here, someone who dedicated her life to these children. And for some reason, the moment he saw her, something stirred inside him.
He observed as she caught his gaze across the room, her expression faltering for a second before she quickly looked away.
A soft frown tugged at his brow. *Why does she look afraid of me?*
It wasn't the first time people reacted to his presence with caution, but this felt different. It wasn't awe or admiration. No, it was fear—fear that he couldn't place.
He couldn't ignore the pull in his chest, a sense of curiosity. After years of being in the public eye, Dada Hukum knew that what you saw in a person's eyes often told you everything. And Ishita's eyes spoke of something more than just simple hesitation.
A brief conversation was all it took for him to confirm his suspicions. She was respectful, kind, but there was an undercurrent of nervousness when she spoke to him. It was subtle, but unmistakable.
He gave her a polite smile, though it seemed to have little effect. As she hurried off, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to her story, something he needed to understand.
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He met with his security team shortly after, his mind still lingering on the beautiful girl.
"Find out everything about her," he said in a low voice, his eyes steely. "Her background, where she comes from, and what she wants from all this. I need to know everything."
His security detail nodded, knowing better than to question him.
But as the orders were given, Dada Hukum's thoughts drifted again to his grandson, **Abhimaan**. Abhimaan, despite being a prince in his own right, had refused to settle down, stubbornly rejecting every potential match his family had suggested.
His mind wandered. *Could Ishita...*
The thought lingered longer than he cared to admit. Could she be the one to change Abhimaan's heart? Could she be the woman who would finally pull him out of his shell, who could become the bridge between the royal family and the future?
He studied her from across the room as she worked tirelessly, unaware of the plans that were already beginning to take root in his mind.
There was something about her that reminded him of a younger, more innocent version of himself. And for the first time in years, he couldn't help but wonder... *Could Ishita be his granddaughter-in-law?*
He didn't know yet. But something told him this was only the beginning.
