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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Continuation After chapter 29
Next Day, Afternoon- Rathore Mansion
The warm afternoon sun bathed the Rathore Mansion in golden hues, its rays streaming through the windows and casting soft patterns on the floor. The sounds of the bustling household echoed through the halls, with laughter and chatter filling the air. It was a scene of normalcy, but for Surya and Tara, everything felt far from ordinary.
As Surya and Tara entered the mansion, their steps were heavy, the weight of yesterday's events still clinging to them. Tara walked silently beside Surya, her gaze fixed on the floor, while his mind raced with thoughts of what needed to be done.
The family was gathered in the main living room, oblivious to the tension between the couple. Devendra Rathore, Surya's father, sat on a plush couch, his demeanor calm but observant. He noticed Surya entering and gave him a brief nod, their silent exchange speaking volumes.
Surya returned the nod, a flicker of relief passing through him. He guided Tara through the crowd, avoiding questions or curious glances. They climbed the staircase, their silence thick with unspoken words.
Reaching her room, Surya stopped and turned to Tara, his voice soft yet firm. "You need to rest. We'll figure everything out later."
Tara glanced at him briefly, her expression a mix of exhaustion and unease. She nodded, unable to find her voice.
Surya opened the door for her, gently guiding her inside. "I'm just a call away," he assured her, his gaze steady.
Tara nodded again, her lips parting slightly as if to say something, but no words came. Surya gave her a reassuring smile before closing the door, leaving her alone.
With a sigh, Surya made his way to his father's study. The room was filled with the scent of leather and old wood, a testament to the many years of tradition and authority it represented. Devendra was seated behind a large desk, his fingers lightly tracing the edges of a document.
"Baba, I need to speak with you," Surya began, his tone carrying a sense of urgency.
Devendra looked up, his eyes meeting Surya's with a calm intensity. "I already know, Surya. Sikandar told me everything."
Relief washed over Surya. At least he didn’t have to explain from the beginning. "I'm sorry for any trouble I've caused. I should have handled things better."
Devendra waved his hand dismissively. "You did what you thought was right, and I respect that. Now, we must focus on what lies ahead."
Surya nodded, his curiosity piqued. "What do you mean, Father?"
Devendra leaned back in his chair, his expression thoughtful. "The coronation ceremony is approaching. As the eldest son, it’s time for you to assume the responsibilities of the royal court."
