Rajasthan ka suraj dhal raha tha, magar Rathore Mahal ke angan mein abhi bhi ek alag hi chamak thi. Us mahal ki deewarein khud gawah thi us insaan ki shaan ki — jiska naam sunte hi logon ke dil kaanp uthte the.
Abhimaan Singh Rathore.
Sabke liye woh sirf ek naam nahi, ek daraavna sach tha. Rajasthan ke har kone mein, uske ek ishare pe log jhuk jaate the. Mafia duniya ka raja, aur saath hi Rathore Royal Industries ka malik.
Aur unki zubaan pe ek hi naam tha:
“Hukum Sa.”
Mahal ke bahar khadi royal black convoy se lekar andar ki gold-plated carved doors tak — sab kuch ek hi baat batata tha: isse bada koi nahi.
👑 The Royal King
Mahal ke andar ek bade hall mein darbaar laga hua tha. Rathore parivaar ke kuch bade buzurg, company ke board members aur mafia ke kuch log baith ke wait kar rahe the. Tension hawa mein ghuli thi, kyunki sabko maloom tha, Hukum Sa ka mood accha nahi hai.
Darwaza khula.
Aur saamne aaya ek shandar personality.
Abhimaan Singh Rathore — 6 feet 3 inch ka kad, perfectly tailored black sherwani jismein golden embroidery thi, eyes sharp aur jawline itni defined ki lagta tha kisi ne pathar tarasha ho. Uske pairon ki aahat bhi logon ke dil ka kampan ban jaati thi.
Ek sardar board member turant uth kar bola, “Pranam Hukum Sa…”
Sabne ek saath khade hoke jhuk kar salaam kiya.
Abhimaan ne bas ek cold nazar daali, aur apne singhasan jaisi kursi par jaakar baith gaya.
Ek hi nazar sabko chup karne ke liye kaafi thi.
“Baat kya hai?” Uski awaaz gahri thi, jaise bijli garajti ho.
⚔️ The Mafia King
Aditya Roy — uska sabse vishwasniya dost aur mafia world ka right-hand man — aage bada.
“Hukum Sa… aapke ek employee ne dhokha diya hai. Company ke kuch confidential documents rivals tak pahuncha diye gaye hain.”
Room mein sannata cha gaya.
Abhimaan ki aankhen thandi ho gayi. “Naam?”
Aditya ne file kholi. “Tarun Malhotra.”
Room mein sirf hawa ka shor tha. Tarun Malhotra — ek chhota employee, par uski himmat dekh ke sab hairaan ho gaye.
Abhimaan ne kursi ke armrest pe ungli se halki tapping shuru ki. Har tap ke saath sabke dil tez dhadakne lage.
“Usse bulwao.” Usne bas do shabd kahe, lekin un do shabdon ka bojh mahal ki deewarein mehsoos kar rahi thi.
🏰 The Fear in Family
Is darbar mein do aur log baithe the — jo duniya ke liye sirf Abhimaan ke chhote bhai the, lekin asal mein uske bache jase the
Ekansh Singh Rathore — shaant, lekin agar kisi ne Rathore parivaar ko chhua, toh maut bhi use rok nahi sakti thi.
Aur Yuvraj Singh Rathore — sabse chhota, hasi-mazak karne wala, par apne janm ki wajah se hamesha ek guilt mein jeeta tha.
Dono bhai chupchaap apne bhai Sa ka chehra dekh rahe the. Unhe maloom tha, agar bhaiya gusse mein aaye toh duniya jal uthegi.
Ekansh dheere se Aditya ke kaan mein bola, “Kal raat ko bhai sa ne sirf do ghante soya tha. Agar abhi Tarun saamne aaya na… toh bhagwan hi bachaye usse.”
Yuvraj ne bhi sigh liya, “Bas bhagwan se yeh he prathana hai ki Hukum Sa ka mood jaldi theek ho. Waise bhi poori duniya unse kaanp rahi hai.”
🌑 Abhimaan’s Duality
Us waqt Abhimaan ki aankhen khidki se bahar girti suraj ki roshni pe tik gayi. Uske chehre pe ek ajeeb sa shadow tha.
Duniya ke liye woh insaan pathar tha.
Lekin uske dil ke kisi kone mein ek khaali pan tha. Maa jab woh chota tha tab hi guzar gayi thi, pita ne usse aur bhaiyon ko palne ke chakkar mein jaldi jaan de di.
Parivaar ki zimmedari, riyasat ki zimmedari, mafia ka bojh — sab uske kandhon pe aa gaya. Aur usne apna dil band kar liya tha.
Love? Emotions? Weakness?
Woh sab uske liye ek khilona tha, jo sirf aurton ko pasand hota hai.
Girls parties mein khud ko uske saamne phenkti thi. Royal events mein lakhon ki ladkiyan sirf ek nazar ke liye tadapti thi.
Lekin Abhimaan Singh Rathore ne kabhi ek baar bhi nazar utha kar nahi dekha.
Uska kehna tha — “Pyar logo ko kamzor banata hai. Aur main kamzori bardasht nahi karta.”
🔥 The Summons
Ek ghante baad, palace guard ne aakar salaam kiya.
“Hukum Sa, Tarun Malhotra aur uske parivaar ke log mahal ke bahar khade hain.”
Sabki saansein ruk gayi.
Abhimaan khade hue, aur uski awaaz ne hawaa ko cheer diya:
“Unhe andar lao.”
Darwaza dheere se khula.
Sabne apni nazrein neeche kar li. Kyunki jo hone wala tha, woh khoon se laal hone wala tha.
Aur yahi tha pal… jis pal mein pehli baar ek nayi roshni uske andheri duniya mein kadam rakhne wali thi.
Ek roshni, jiska naam tha — Ishika Malhotra.
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The Royal love ( Rewriting)
FanfictionThis story is about a royal man named Abhimaan Singh Rathore and a sweet middle class girl whose parents died when she was a kid and her uncle's aunty and cousins abused her. let's see how they both meet and fall in love.
