𝐀 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞
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Where passion simmers beneath a veil of ambition, Rajasthan simmers under the Malhotra dynasty.
This Malhotra clan isn't just wealthy, they're woven into the state's fabr...
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The thought hit me like a physical blow—the strange, hollow feeling when a Rajput falls without striking back.My office suddenly felt too small, too confined for the magnitude of my thoughts. The leather of my chair creaked as I leaned back, forcing myself to take a deep breath that did nothing to calm the storm brewing inside.
My mind, treacherous as ever, drifted to her. My wife's last night panic attack played in my head like a haunting melody—shallow, pained, desperate. The memory of her voice, once filled with love and trust, now accusatory in its silence. "Fuck," I whispered into the empty room, the word carrying the weight of a thousand regrets. I had failed her when she needed me most. I, who had sworn to be her protector, became another shadow in her nightmare.
That day remains carved into my consciousness with cruel clarity—every detail preserved like insects in amber. Let him think he's won, I thought, my fingers unconsciously curling into fists. Let him savor his supposed victory. But when we meet again... The thought remained unfinished, but my jaw clenched at the image of his face. The bastard tried to claim my wife by killing our unborn child. Fucking Rajput sophistication masking a monster's soul.
The sharp trill of my office telephone shattered my dark reverie. The sound seemed to echo off the walls, each ring more insistent than the last.
"Hello?" The word came out clipped, professional—a mask over the tempest within. Silence answered me, broken only by the distant wail of sirens bleeding through the connection. The sound raised the hair on the back of my neck.
"Goddamnit, speak!" I roared, patience evaporating like morning dew in a desert.
"S-sir," The voice trembled. Something in his tone made my stomach drop. "It's me, Rishi, Abhimanyu sir's assistant."
"Speak." One word, loaded with authority, demanding the truth I already knew I didn't want to hear.
"Sir, Abhimanyu sir got shot." Five words that turned my world red. My brother—who dared? The crystal tumbler on my desk shattered in my grip, shards embedding themselves in my palm. I barely felt it.
"Where were the fucking guards?" The question came out as a growl, primal and dangerous. Blood dripped onto my desk calendar, staining tomorrow's appointments crimson.
"Sir, the guards... they're unharmed. It was a sniper attack." Rishi's voice cracked on the last word. Professional. Calculated. Personal.
