The Rathore Palace had always been a fortress of silence at night. The servants moved carefully, the marble corridors echoed only with footsteps of guards, and every lamp that burned was a reminder of the grandeur of the Rathore bloodline.
But that night, Abhimaan Singh Rathore — the man who feared nothing — stood by the carved window of his chamber, restless.
🌑 The Restless King
Aditya entered silently.
“Bhai Sa… you haven’t eaten. Ekansh and Yuvraj are waiting.”
Abhimaan didn’t turn. His sharp eyes were still on the moon.
“Aditya… who was that girl?”
Aditya paused. “Girl?”
“The one standing behind the Malhotras today. Innocent eyes… she looked terrified. But she didn’t belong with them.” His voice was lower, almost softer than usual.
Aditya realized immediately who his Hukum was talking about. He smiled slightly — this was new.
“Should I find out, Bhai Sa?”
Abhimaan’s jaw tightened. “Yes. Mujhe sab maloom chahiye. Kaun hai, kaha se aayi, aur Malhotraon ke saath kyu thi. Kal subah tak us ladki ka ek-ek sach mere saamne hona chahiye.”
Aditya bowed. “Ji, Hukum Sa.”
☀️ Next Morning – The Summons
The next morning, in the small Malhotra haveli, chaos broke out when palace guards arrived.
Palak panicked. “Haye Ram! Ab kya kiya humne?”
One of the guards announced sternly, “Hukum Sa ne bulaya hai. Ladki ko leke chalo.”
Ishika, who was kneading dough in the kitchen, froze. “Mujhe? Main toh… main toh sirf ghar ka kaam karti hoon.”
Tarun’s face turned white. “Bhai Sa ne tujhe dekh liya hoga… ab toh tu gayi.”
Palak glared at Ishika. “Sab teri wajah se ho raha hai. Agar tu kal wahan na hoti toh Hukum Sa tujhe kyun bulata?”
Ishika’s hands trembled. “Main toh bas… file dene gayi thi.”
Amit, ever greedy, smirked. “Jaane do use. Shayad iss se hamare liye koi naya faida nikal aaye.”
Ishika’s heart pounded as she was escorted into a grand black car, guarded on all sides.
👑 First Steps in the Palace
The Rathore Palace was nothing like she had ever seen. The towering gates opened, lined with armed guards in royal uniforms. Inside, lush gardens bloomed, fountains sparkled in the morning sun, and every corner radiated royalty.
Her small sandals clicked nervously against the polished marble as she entered the main hall.
And there he was.
Abhimaan Singh Rathore.
Seated on the royal chair, black sherwani embroidered with gold, his eyes sharp yet unreadable. Beside him stood Ekansh and Yuvraj.
For a moment, Ishika forgot to breathe.
She bent her head. “Pranam, Hukum Sa.”
💫 The First Meeting
Abhimaan studied her silently for a long moment. Unlike other women who dressed up for attention, she was in a simple cotton suit, hair tied back, dupatta neatly covering her chest. No greed, no desire in her eyes — only nervous innocence.
He spoke, his voice calm yet authoritative.
“Naam kya hai tumhara?”
“Ishika… 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.
