Story of a Rivalry of two political families, who fighting for rule. One rules over the more than half of the state and other own the power. But between their rivalry the one who is suffering is the daughters of the most richest family of the state...
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The night sky was a deep blue, with stars sparkling like diamonds scattered across the vast fabric of the universe. The moon cast a soft, silver light, creating an ethereal glow that bathed the landscape in a quiet beauty. The air was cool and fresh, carrying the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the distant chirping of crickets. It was a peaceful night, the kind that seemed to slow down time, making everything feel calm and serene.
In the distance, the Thakur Palace stood tall, its windows glowing warmly with golden light. The trees swayed gently in the breeze, their leaves rustling softly, as though whispering secrets to the wind. The entire world seemed to be drifting into a peaceful slumber, enveloped in the quiet serenity of the night.
Inside the palace, Chandni sat on her bed, her eyes red and swollen from crying. She had spent the last few hours trying to process everything that had happened. Her thoughts were a tangled mess of confusion, betrayal, and pain. She had never imagined that things would turn out this way. As she sat there, lost in her thoughts, trying to make sense of it all, she heard the faint sound of a door opening.
Virendra walked into the room, his presence filling the space. He didn't say anything at first, his eyes fixed on her tear-streaked face. Chandni quickly wiped away her tears, not wanting him to see her vulnerability. She didn't want him to know how much he had hurt her.
Virendra walked toward her and handed her a few blank sheets of paper. His face was serious, his expression unreadable. "Here," he said, his voice low and steady, "take these."
Chandni took the papers from his hands, her mind still swirling with questions. She glanced at the blank pages, confused and unsure of what to do. "Why are you giving me these?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly. She could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on her.
Virendra didn’t immediately answer her question. Instead, he asked her a question that caught her off guard. "Chandni, have you ever heard about your grandmother's will?" His voice was calm, but there was something in his tone that made her pause.
Chandni shook her head slowly, feeling a sense of unease wash over her. She had no idea what he was talking about. "No," she replied quietly, her eyes still fixed on the papers in her hands. She moved toward the window, her back turned to him as she tried to steady her breathing.
Virendra continued, his voice almost solemn. "Your grandmother, Aparna Shekhawat, has made all her assets in the name of you and your sister." His words hit Chandni like a thunderclap. She turned toward him, her heart racing. "What? But how could that be?" she asked, her voice filled with disbelief. "She always favored her grandson more. She never even considered us as much as she did him."
Virendra's expression remained unchanged, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. "I don't know why she did it," he said quietly, "but what I do know is that your Chachasa, has been left with nothing. All of it—the property, the wealth—it's yours and your sister’s."
