HUKUMAT : WAR FOR THRONES

Tangled in love and duty .

The next morning, it was Sunday.

Manvika woke up earlier than the two of them. As she stirred, she realized that both Rihaan and Ritansh had their arms wrapped around her, locking her in place. She couldn't move an inch.

"Uff, yeh dono," she sighed softly, looking at their peaceful, innocent faces, a stark contrast to the ruthless reality they both embodied.

With a gentle smile, she leaned in and kissed each of their foreheads, whispering a soft "Good morning."

After a few moments, Rihaan stirred. He opened his eyes just slightly, his voice husky from sleep. "Good morning, sweetheart," he murmured, pulling her closer from behind and covering her eyes with his hand.

"Just sleep a little longer. Athlete banne ki koi zarurat nahi hai subah 5 baje," he said with a lazy chuckle, holding her tighter.

Manvika sighed, knowing she couldn't escape his grip, no matter how much she tried. After several failed attempts, she gave in.

"These two men... Why can't they ever wake up early?" she muttered under her breath, frustrated but secretly amused, before closing her eyes again.

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Jaipur, Rajasthan.

There was a time when the morning air in that grand mansion was filled with the soothing chimes of the temple bells and the melodies of birds. But for the past six years, those peaceful sounds have been replaced by heart-wrenching screams and cries.

Rupali, once a woman of grace and poise, had completely lost her mental state. During the day, she remained eerily silent, not uttering a single word. But every evening, without fail, she locked herself in the very room where she had once lovingly raised her children. Her cries echoed through the mansion from dusk till dawn, a haunting wail of grief that never seemed to end.

One of her children had been forcibly taken from her. Another was dead, gone too soon. And the one who remained alive seemed indifferent, never bothering to care for her.

Everything had changed in that mansion.

The warmth, the love, the joy—all had been stripped away, leaving behind only the echoes of a family torn apart.

In the morning, the mansion once again echoed with Rupali’s agonizing screams.

Anika, who was working in the kitchen with the maids, could feel her heart shatter with every cry. Her eyes welled up, unable to bear the pain Rupali was going through. There was a time when Anika herself was infamous for inflicting unbreakable pain on others, her reputation built on torturing people with a cold, steely resolve. But now, everything had changed. She had become a housewife, her days revolving around taking care of the mansion and its broken inhabitants.

"Rupali Rani Sa ki haalat din par din khatam hoti ja rahi hai, Choti Bahu Rani Sa," one of the maids murmured, her voice heavy with concern.

"Ji, jante hain, par kya hi karein?" Anika replied softly, the helplessness evident in her tone.

Suddenly, a loud crashing sound echoed from upstairs, as if something had fallen.

Without a second thought, Anika dropped everything and sprinted towards the stairs. When she reached the corridor, she saw Rudraksh and Reyansh frantically trying to open a locked door.

Anika pushed them aside and, with a single powerful kick, broke the door open. She rushed inside to find Rupali curled up on the floor, her face hidden between her knees. A large cupboard had toppled over, startling Rupali and leaving her in a terrified state.