THE RATHORES LEGACY || 18+

➥PART 7

◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇

-AUTHOR'S NOTE-

This chapter explores themes of 'PANIC ATTACKS' and 'INNER TURMOIL'. The character experiences intense emotions that may feel overwhelming or difficult to understand initially. Please know that these moments are a part of her deeper story and journey. I kindly ask that you read with empathy and keep an open mind as her struggles and experiences gradually unfold. Your patience and understanding mean a lot as the story delves into her reality.

◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇

|THIRD PERSON

A figure emerged from the bathroom after a long, soothing bath, her skin glowing from the much-needed warmth. She stood there, fully naked, droplets of water cascading down her body from her long, damp hair. Moving through her room with a sense of comfort and privacy, she savored the solitude, knowing it was just her in this space. She opened her suitcase, rummaging through it until she found her undergarments and a loose black night suit, taking her time to enjoy this little moment of being a princess.

Not long ago, when she had arrived at her designated room on the first floor with Shivansh and Samrat, she expressed her gratitude and stepped inside. The room was impressively spacious, filled with royal antiques that adorned every corner, with deep blue and gold accents that created an air of luxury. In the center sat a plush double bed, inviting her to sink into its comfort. To her right, a large glass window opened up to a balcony, where a hanging sofa surrounded by lush greenery beckoned her. Opposite the balcony stood a wardrobe, or almirah, for her clothes, with a sofa and tea table positioned perfectly for relaxation. On the left of the almirah was a dressing table, while the door to the attached bathroom was nestled in the left corner. This was... perfect!

As she dressed in her black night suit-a loose pair of trousers and a simple black shirt-she paid no mind to her hair, allowing it to air dry naturally. Despite her fatigue and desire for sleep, hunger gnawed at her stomach. She contemplated heading to the kitchen to see if there was anything to eat. But then doubt crept in. 'Is it appropriate to go into someone else's kitchen?' she thought. 'But I am hungry!'

Biting her lip, she weighed her options before finally deciding to venture out.

As Bhavi opened her room door, she found the hallway empty, not a single soul in sight, though the lights illuminated the path all the way to the last set of stairs ahead, inviting her further into the haveli.

"Okay, let's do this..." she mumbled to herself, stepping out of her room and closing the door behind her as she made her way toward the kitchen- "But where is the kitchen?"

"In the central wing," came a sudden voice, causing Bhavi to jump. The voice was deep, laced with an underlying coldness. Turning around, she saw a young man, probably in his early twenties, dressed in a dark blue tracksuit, as if he had just finished exercising. His sharp jawline, dark brown eyes, and black hair with dark brown tips gave him an intense look.

"Oh... Umm, thank you, Mr...?" Bhavi started, unsure of how to address him since she didn't know his name.

"Rajveer Singh Rathore," the man introduced himself, clearly sensing her hesitation.

She nodded, processing the name, and replied, "Thank you, Rajveer... uh, can I call you Bhaiya? Rajveer sounds so formal!"

Rajveer was slightly taken aback; he hadn't expected such familiarity on their first meeting. Clearing his throat, he nodded, a hint of pink coloring his nose from the unexpected warmth of the moment.