The Rathore Palace had always been a place of grandeur — chandeliers glittering like constellations, corridors lined with portraits of kings and queens, servants moving about with measured steps. But lately, a change had swept through its walls. A change so subtle, so quiet, that no one dared to name it aloud.
That change was Ishika.
🌸 Morning in the Palace
The sun rose over the marble domes, spreading golden light across the palace gardens. Birds chirped on the trees, their songs mixing with the sound of the palace fountains.
Inside the dining hall, Ishika stood at the head of the table, setting down fresh dishes she had prepared. She moved with quiet efficiency — steaming bowls of vegetable curry, freshly baked parathas, a glass of milk for Yuvraj, and herbal tea for Ekansh.
She had been in the palace only a few days, yet it felt as though her presence had already woven itself into the daily rhythm of the Rathore household.
“Didi Sa!” Yuvraj’s cheerful voice echoed as he entered the hall. He was dressed in a crisp kurta, his hair slightly messy from sleep. “What have you made today?”
Ishika smiled warmly. “Something healthy, Yuvraj. You need to take care of yourself.”
Yuvraj wrinkled his nose playfully. “Healthy usually means tasteless.”
“Not when I cook,” Ishika replied softly, placing a paratha on his plate.
Abhimaan entered next, his commanding aura filling the room instantly. He didn’t have to say a word; his presence alone silenced the servants around. He took his usual seat at the head of the table, his sharp eyes flickering once toward Ishika. She lowered her gaze instinctively, a faint warmth brushing her cheeks.
Ekansh followed, calm and composed as always, offering a polite nod to Ishika before sitting.
💬 Breakfast Conversations
As they began eating, Yuvraj took his first bite and immediately grinned.
“See, I was wrong! Didi Sa, you’ve made even karela taste good!”
Ishika chuckled. “Eat quietly, Yuvraj. Don’t talk with your mouth full.”
Her gentle scolding made Abhimaan’s lips twitch, though he hid it by sipping his tea. Ekansh, however, openly smiled.
“You sound exactly like…” Ekansh stopped mid-sentence, his gaze dropping to his plate. The word mother hung unspoken in the air.
Ishika felt her heart tighten. She didn’t press him, only served him another helping quietly, as if her silence was an embrace.
Yuvraj broke the tension. “Didi Sa, after breakfast, will you come to the stables with me? I want to show you my horse.”
Ishika hesitated. “But—”
Abhimaan’s voice cut in, deep and steady. “Go with him. He’ll eat properly only if he’s in a good mood. And your presence keeps him happy.”
The weight of his words made Ishika’s heart skip. She nodded gently. “Alright.”
🐎 At the Stables
Later that morning, Ishika walked beside Yuvraj to the stables, her dupatta brushing the dusty path. Ekansh joined quietly, hands folded behind his back.
The stables were lined with tall, magnificent horses — each strong, elegant, and well cared for. Yuvraj led Ishika to a white stallion with a glossy mane.
“This is Veer,” Yuvraj said proudly, patting the horse. “He’s my favorite.”
Ishika smiled softly, extending her hand. The horse sniffed her fingers before nuzzling them gently.
“He likes you,” Yuvraj said, almost in awe.
“Animals can sense the heart,” Ekansh added quietly. His eyes lingered on Ishika for a brief second before shifting away.
Yuvraj, full of energy, tried climbing onto Veer without saddle. Ishika gasped.
“Yuvraj! You’ll fall!”
He laughed. “Don’t worry, Didi Sa, I do this all the time.”
But just as she feared, he slipped slightly, almost losing his balance. Ishika rushed forward, grabbing his arm. Her hands trembled, her face pale.
“Are you alright?” she whispered, her voice filled with worry.
Yuvraj blinked, stunned by her concern. “I… I’m fine. Really.”
Ekansh stepped closer, his tone serious. “You should be more careful, Yuvraj. Don’t make Ishika worry unnecessarily.”
Yuvraj lowered his gaze, guilt flickering in his eyes. For the first time in years, someone besides his brothers had scolded him out of genuine love. It felt… different. It felt like something he had longed for but never received.
🌺 Ishika’s Quiet Care
By afternoon, Ishika returned to the kitchen. She prepared a light lunch — steamed vegetables, dal, and chapati. Abhimaan, who rarely ate lunch at home, surprised everyone by appearing at the table.
Yuvraj leaned toward Ishika, whispering loudly enough for everyone to hear. “See? Bhai Sa never eats lunch here. But because of you, he’s staying.”
Ishika’s eyes widened slightly, her cheeks heating. She tried to dismiss it, but Abhimaan’s sharp gaze caught hers.
“Eat,” he ordered simply.
She obeyed, sitting quietly. But she couldn’t help noticing how he occasionally looked at her plate, as if making sure she was eating enough. When she tried leaving early to fetch more food, he stopped her with a single word.
“Ishika.”
She froze.
“You’re not here to serve. You’re here to eat. Sit down.”
Her heart thudded at his tone — firm, commanding, but laced with something softer.
🌙 Evening Bond
That evening, Yuvraj sat on the palace steps, holding a sketchbook. Ishika found him there, sketching something under the dim glow of lanterns.
“What are you drawing?” she asked gently.
He looked embarrassed. “Just… maa. I don’t remember her , but sometimes I try.”
Ishika sat beside him, her hand resting lightly on his shoulder. “It doesn’t matter if the picture isn’t perfect. What matters is the love you put into it.”
Yuvraj’s throat tightened. No one had spoken to him like that before.
Ekansh appeared, standing a few feet away, watching them quietly. His calm eyes softened, and for a fleeting moment, he felt something stir in his chest — something warm, something that reminded him of home long before pain had taken it away.
From the balcony above, Abhimaan watched them in silence. His jaw tightened, but not out of anger. It was something else. Something unfamiliar.
🕯️ Night Reflections
Later that night, Ishika sat by her window, staring at the moon. She thought about Yuvraj’s smile, Ekansh’s quiet support, Abhimaan’s protective tone. For the first time, she didn’t feel like an outsider.
She whispered softly to herself, “Maybe this palace needed me… just as much as I needed it.”
Meanwhile, in his private study, Abhimaan poured himself a glass of whiskey, but his mind wasn’t on the files before him. It was on the girl whose presence had changed the rhythm of his home.
He muttered under his breath, “You’re not just softening them, Ishika. You’re softening me.”
🌌 Chapter Close
The Rathore Palace, once echoing with only power and silence, now held laughter, warmth, and quiet care. Yuvraj and Ekansh didn’t voice it yet, but in their hearts, they had begun to see Ishika not just as Didi Sa, but as someone far more important — a presence like a mother’s.
And Abhimaan Singh Rathore, the ruthless Hukum Sa, had unknowingly begun to wrap her into the fabric of his life, not as a guest, not as a punishment for Tarun — but as his own.
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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.
