𝐀𝐧𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚 : 𝐸𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠

~🥀 A Mother's plea🥀~

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The grand hall of the royal court was a spectacle of magnificence and power, its towering pillars adorned with intricate carvings and golden motifs that shimmered under the light of chandeliers. Ministers, commanders, and high-ranking officials filled the space, their voices a low hum of activity until the herald stepped forward, his voice booming:

"सर्वश्रेष्ठ सम्राट, हमारे गौरवपूर्ण और अजेय शासक, महामहिम महाराज अनुभव सिंह यदुवंशी, आज अपने राजसी क़दमों से इस पवित्र दरबार में प्रवेश कर रहे हैं।"

The room fell into an instant, deafening silence.

Anubhav Singh Yadhuvanshi, the epitome of regal dominance, entered the hall. His angavastram fluttered with each commanding step, as though bowing to his authority. His sword rested at his side, a symbol of strength and justice, yet it added an intimidating edge to his aura. The court stood in unison, heads bowed in reverence as his penetrating gaze swept across the room.

He ascended the dais with an unwavering stride, the echo of his footsteps resonating like thunder in the stillness. As he seated himself upon the throne, the seat of absolute power, the air seemed to shift, carrying the weight of his presence.

With a simple gesture, the sabha began.

The commander, who was tasked with addressing the court, hesitated as the focus of the most powerful man in the room turned to him. A bead of sweat formed on his brow, and he gulped audibly, the sound unnervingly loud in the silent hall. Gathering his courage, he stepped forward, his voice trembling slightly.

"महामहिम, आज के सभा का विषय है..."

Anubhav leaned forward slightly, his sharp gaze fixed on the commander, sending a clear message: there was no room for faltering in his court.

The tension in the room was palpable. Every individual present knew the consequences of failing to meet the high standards of their king. Yet, behind the silence, there was an unspoken admiration, for they were in the presence of a ruler who commanded not just fear but respect-a man who was both protector and predator of his empire.

The sabha continued as one by one, people came forward with their problems-cases where justice had eluded them. Land disputes, thefts, and unresolved complaints were presented, each filled with desperation for the king's intervention.

Soon, a woman stepped forward. She appeared to be in her early fifties, wearing a simple peach-colored salwar kameez. Her face was pale, and her eyes reflected helplessness as she clutched the edge of her dupatta nervously.

Anubhav's sharp gaze didn't miss her entrance. Rajveer, standing dutifully beside him as his personal bodyguard, immediately recognized her too.

The commander announced her name: "Noor Jahan Malik, rana sa. Ek maa jo nyay maangne aayi hai."

Rajveer stiffened. Noor Jahan-Haseena's mother.

Anubhav's expression didn't falter. His face remained unreadable, calm, and exuding authority. The commander gestured for Noor Jahan to speak, and the entire hall fell silent.

In a trembling, broken voice, she began, "Rana sa... meri beti... ek hafte se gayab hai. 25 traikh ki raat ke baad se jab wo apne kane me gayi tab aakhri dafa hamne use dekh h . Humne police mein complaint di thi, par... par unhone kuch nahi kiya." Her voice cracked, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Meri beti hame kabhi chhod ke nahi ja sakti wo hame bahut pyar karti h. Hame sirf uska pata chahiye Rana sa ."

Her anguish echoed in the hall, sending a wave of discomfort among the audience.

Rajveer glanced at Anubhav, his sharp features betraying nothing. But Rajveer saw it-the faintest hint of a smirk playing at his master's lips.

Noor Jahan, her voice now trembling, added, "Mujhe pata hai... aap mahan hai... aap hi meri madad kar sakte hain."

Finally, Anubhav spoke, his voice steady and commanding, "Aap chinta mat kariye, devi. Hum aapke case ki jaanch karwayenge. Aapki beti ko dhundhne ka pura prayaas hoga.. hamara vishwas h wo jaha bhi hogi surakshit hongi."

His words carried reassurance, but Rajveer caught the subtle indifference beneath them. To him, they felt hollow, almost mocking.

Noor Jahan folded her hands, bowing deeply as tears of gratitude streamed down her face. "Shukriya, rana."

As she was escorted out, Rajveer's gaze shifted back to Anubhav, who now leaned back in his throne with the faintest glint of satisfaction.

Rajveer's thoughts raced. Yeh itne shant kaise ho sakte hain? The answer was glaringly obvious. Anubhav didn't need to find Haseena-because he already knew exactly where she was.

As Noor Jahan was escorted out of the hall, her frail figure disappeared into the corridor, leaving behind a heavy silence. The air in the sabha felt charged-like the calm before a storm. Anubhav's fingers drummed rhythmically on the gilded armrest of his throne as he scanned the assembly.

"Agla mudda kya hai?" he asked, his tone sharp, signaling the commander to proceed.

The sabha resumed, but Rajveer couldn't focus. He kept stealing glances at his king, his mind racing. Noor Jahan's words lingered like a haunting echo. Madam malik ki maa... yeh toh wahi hai jinki beti- He clenched his fists. Anubhav had smirked-Rajveer was sure of it.

The court continued for another hour, addressing grievances and disputes, but Rajveer was distracted. Finally, as the session came to a close, Anubhav rose, his angavastra trailing behind him as he descended from his throne. The ministers and officials bowed deeply, murmuring blessings.

Once out of the public's eye, Anubhav signaled Rajveer to follow him. They walked through the grand corridors of the palace, their boots echoing against the marble floors.

"Rana Sa," Rajveer finally dared to speak, his voice cautious. "Aapko Noor Jahan ji ki baat-"

"Humne suna jo unhone kaha," Anubhav interrupted, his tone dangerously calm.

"Lekin..." Rajveer hesitated, weighing his words carefully. "Aap itne shaant kaise hai? Woh to Madam Malik ki maa thi-"

Anubhav halted abruptly, turning to face Rajveer. His piercing eyes bore into him, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Aur humne unhe vishwas diya, nahi?"

Rajveer felt a chill creep up his spine. "Lekin madam malik-"

"Haseena yahin hai, Rajveer," Anubhav said, his voice barely above a whisper but laced with authority. "Aur ab woh yahi rahegi."

Rajveer's eyes widened. "Rana Sa, yeh-"

"Bas," Anubhav cut him off, raising a hand. "Tumhe bas wahi karna hai jo hum kahenge. Koi sawaal nahi."

Rajveer clenched his jaw, nodding reluctantly. "Ji, rana sa."

He was loyal to his king, but this... this was different.

As they exited into the private quarters, Anubhav's smirk returned. He was playing a game-one where every move was calculated, every piece positioned exactly where he wanted it.

And Haseena? She was the queen on his chessboard. The one piece he would protect at any cost... but also the one he refused to let go.

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2024 ka last update... Kafi kuch sikha h is saal Maine.. 

And I am thinking to write something something in another book so if you have any demands so do tell me .... even if it is just a scene..

Hope you all liked it

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