The Rathore Palace carried its usual grandeur that evening. The chandeliers glimmered, their golden light spilling across the long corridors. The silence of the palace was broken only by the distant sound of the fountains in the courtyard.
Ishika, dressed in a simple lavender suit, carried a tray of food into the dining hall. Her steps were soft, her dupatta neatly tucked, her eyes lowered in shyness. Yet, her heart carried a newfound sense of belonging.
🌸 Dinner with the Rathores
The dining table, long enough to seat twenty, looked almost intimate with only four people gathered around it — Abhimaan at the head, Ekansh on his right, Yuvraj on his left, and Ishika moving gently between them as she served.
Abhimaan’s deep voice broke the silence. “Ishika, sit. Eat with us.”
Ishika blinked. “But, Hukum Sa… I—”
“No arguments.” His tone was firm but not unkind.
She swallowed softly and obeyed, sitting down at the edge of the table, her hands folded nervously in her lap.
💬 The Names Exchange
As she served food, Yuvraj smiled.
“Didi Sa, you made this again? Dal smells so good!”
Ishika smiled gently. “Yes, Yuvraj. Eat properly.”
Yuvraj blinked. “You… you didn’t say ‘Chote Hukum Sa’ today?”
Her cheeks turned pink. “You told me… to call you by your name. I am trying.”
Yuvraj beamed, proud. “Good! I like it when you call me Yuvraj.”
Ekansh, watching from the side, added quietly, “And me? You may call me just Ekansh.”
Ishika shook her head politely. “No, Ekansh Bhai Sa. You are elder to me. I must show respect.”
A faint smile touched Ekansh’s lips. “As you wish, Ishika.”
Abhimaan, who had been silent, finally spoke. His voice was deep, unshakable. “Enough of this confusion.”
Yuvraj chuckled. “Bhai Sa, you are always serious.”
“Yuvraj,” Abhimaan corrected with a sharp look, though the corners of his mouth twitched ever so slightly.
Yuvraj pouted playfully, and Ekansh’s calm laugh broke the tension. Ishika watched quietly, her heart warming at the easy bond between the brothers.
🍲 Ishika’s Presence
As dinner went on, Ishika’s food once again brought warmth to the table. Yuvraj ate eagerly, smiling at her after every bite.
“Didi Sa… this is the best food I’ve ever eaten in my life. Better than anything our palace chefs ever made.”
Ishika’s eyes softened. “That’s because I make it with love, Yuvraj.”
Yuvraj’s smile faltered for a second, a strange warmth spreading in his chest. He lowered his gaze, whispering, “Feels like… maa is here.”
Ekansh’s eyes flickered at the words, his expression tightening for a brief second. Abhimaan, though silent, set his spoon down, his gaze heavy. Ishika immediately sensed the shift and tried to lighten the mood.
“Eat more, Yuvraj. You need to stay strong.”
The boy smiled again, comforted. Ekansh exhaled slowly, his calm demeanor returning. Abhimaan’s sharp eyes, however, lingered on Ishika — noticing how effortlessly she soothed what had been a painful silence in their family for years.
🌑 After Dinner – A Walk
Later that night, Yuvraj tugged on Ishika’s dupatta.
“Didi Sa… walk with me in the courtyard?”
Ishika smiled. “Of course, Yuvraj.”
Ekansh joined quietly, his hands behind his back. Abhimaan followed at a distance, saying nothing, his presence as commanding as the moonlight that lit the marble paths.
The four walked together. Ishika admired the gardens, the flowers blooming in rows, the fragrance of roses mixing with the cool breeze.
“Your palace is so beautiful,” Ishika whispered.
Ekansh responded softly, “It was always beautiful… but it feels warmer now.” His eyes flickered briefly toward her, though she didn’t notice.
Yuvraj grinned. “That’s because of you, Didi Sa. You make everything feel like home.”
Ishika’s chest tightened slightly. She had never been called someone’s “home” before.
Abhimaan, who had been watching silently, clenched his fists in his pockets. His voice remained calm when he finally spoke.
“Ishika, from now on, you don’t just belong here. You are part of this palace.”
Her eyes widened. “Hukum Sa… I…”
“No arguments,” he cut her off again, his tone firm but protective.
🌸 Small Care Moments
As they walked back, Yuvraj stumbled slightly on the marble step. Immediately, Ishika held his arm steady.
“Careful, Yuvraj. You’ll hurt yourself.”
Yuvraj laughed sheepishly. “I’m fine, Didi Sa.”
Ekansh noticed her worry, his lips curving faintly. “You treat him like he’s still a child.”
“He is younger than me,” Ishika replied softly. “It is natural.”
Yuvraj’s heart swelled at her words. “Then you really are my Didi Sa.”
The words made Ishika’s eyes mist for a moment. She quickly blinked it away, smiling gently. She had been denied love and respect all her life, and now, in this palace, a bond was forming that felt… real.
🌌 Closing Scene of Chapter 7
That night, as Ishika returned to her room, she sat by the window, hugging her knees. For the first time in her life, she had people calling her Didi Sa, people eating her food with smiles, people who respected her presence.
“Maybe… maybe this palace isn’t just a punishment for Tarun. Maybe… it’s a blessing for me.”
Across the hall, Abhimaan leaned against his balcony railing, staring into the night sky. His brothers’ laughter still echoed faintly in his ears. And in his heart, he knew the truth — Ishika wasn’t just softening his brothers. She was softening him too.
“Someday,” he murmured under his breath, his voice barely audible even to himself, “she will know she belongs to me.”
The palace slept under the stars, but the bond of names — Hukum Sa, Bhai Sa, Didi Sa — had already begun weaving threads of family, warmth, and love that could not be broken.
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The Royal love ( Rewriting)
Fiksi PenggemarThis 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.
