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"A single glare was enough to remind
everyone; he's hers, and she doesn't share!"
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˚ ༘♡ 🪷🪕🪞🦢⋆。˚ ❀Days pass, and yet, with every sunrise, my Siya becomes the axis around which my world spins. Her love feels like the softest balm to my otherwise sharp-edged life. She's forgiven me now for my temper, and as if in silent understanding, every morning begins with her kissie, a ritual that only she is privy to.
No one else sees this side of me, not even my closest friends. They, however, have witnessed my worst; The scowling, overbearing Hukum who is always a step away from breaking the nearest table. But even they agree: I'm softer now, more... human, thanks to Siya Adhiraj Singh Rathore.
Tonight, though, it's not my wife who occupies my mind but my father. The courtyard fountain hums a quiet lullaby, its soft gurgling filling the stillness of the night. I sit with him, both of us basking in the silence, the weight of the Rathore legacy and a tangible presence between us.
Eventually, I found myself lying on his lap, a rare sight, I'm sure. But tonight, I don't care about appearances. It's peaceful here, and for a moment, the world outside the palace walls ceases to exist. My father chuckles softly, breaking the serene silence.
"What's so amusing, Baba-sa?" I ask, scowling slightly as I look up at him. He pats my chest gently, signaling me to stay put.
"You remind me of your younger self. Always restless, always chasing something. But now...,"He paused, his voice softening, patting my chest.
"Now I see a man who has surpassed every expectation I ever had for him," I blink, caught off guard by his words. My father isn't one to express emotions openly; his pride is often hidden behind measured words and reserved glances.
"You handled this family, this legacy, far better than I could've imagined," he continued, his fingers brushing my hair in a gesture that was both fatherly and regal I wasn't ready for.
"In my absence, you've proven not just to be a capable leader but a true Rathore. Raipur thrives under your rule, Adhiraj. Our legacy... it's in strong hands," His words stirred something deep within me. I've faced countless battles, both on the field and within the palace walls, but this... this felt like a victory far greater than any I'd ever known. I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat.
"Baba-sa, everything I am is because of you. You set the foundation; I'm merely building upon it," He smiled, his gaze filled with an affection that words couldn't capture. After a moment, I sat up, turning to face him fully holding his palm.
"I've planned something for you," I said, my tone firm. I've been planning for this lately.
"Planned?" He raised an eyebrow, curious.
"A mela," I began, watching his face closely.
"For your upcoming birthday. It will be grand royal. The people of Raipur will see the king who built their future, the man who laid the foundation of everything we are today," His expression shifted, a mix of pride and humility.
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Mrs. Regal Rathore #1
General FictionSiya's life in Chandipur was marked by resilience and solitude, her days consumed by nurturing the vibrant blooms of her flower shop. Abandoned at birth and haunted by the mystery of her parents' disappearance, she had grown accustomed to the whispe...