The Rathore Palace was alive with preparations. Servants moved swiftly through the corridors, polishing silver trays, setting chandeliers alight, and decorating the halls with fresh jasmine and roses. Tonight was not an ordinary night — it was the Royal Annual Gala, where the most influential families of Rajasthan would gather.
The event had always been a symbol of power, wealth, and prestige. And at the center of it stood Abhimaan Singh Rathore — Hukum Sa — the man whose very presence commanded silence.
But tonight, something was different. Tonight, another name would silently rise in whispers. Ishika Malhotra.
🌸 Ishika’s Anxiety
In her room, Ishika paced nervously. She had never attended such grand occasions. The thought of standing amidst royalty and business elites made her palms sweat.
“Why do I have to be there?” she murmured to herself, wringing her dupatta.
A knock came at her door. It was Ekansh. His calm demeanor immediately steadied the atmosphere.
“Bhai Sa asked me to check on you.”
Ishika lowered her eyes. “I… I don’t belong there, Ekansh Bhai Sa. Everyone will stare. They’ll ask who I am. I’ll only embarrass him.”
Ekansh stepped inside, his voice firm yet kind. “Do you think Bhai Sa makes decisions without reason? If he says you should be there, then it’s because you belong there.”
Her eyes widened at his conviction. Before she could respond, another cheerful voice joined.
“Didi Sa!” Yuvraj bounded in, a bundle of excitement. He held a small velvet box in his hands. “Bhai Sa sent this for you.”
Ishika blinked as he handed her the box. Inside lay a delicate necklace — a simple yet elegant design of pearls and gold.
Yuvraj grinned. “Bhai Sa said you must wear this tonight.”
Her heart thudded. She whispered softly, “Hukum Sa…”
🌹 Abhimaan’s Entrance
Later, when the sun dipped and the palace glowed under golden lights, Ishika finally stepped out. She wore a pastel pink lehenga — modest yet graceful — chosen by the palace staff under Abhimaan’s instructions. The necklace adorned her neck, and her hair was tied neatly with jasmine strands.
At the grand staircase, Abhimaan was waiting. Dressed in a regal black sherwani with gold embroidery, he looked every inch the royal Hukum Sa. His sharp eyes caught Ishika instantly.
For a brief second, his expression softened. Then, with a tilt of his head, he said, “Walk with me.”
She hesitated. “But—”
“No hesitation tonight,” his deep voice cut her protest. “You are not invisible anymore, Ishika. You walk beside me.”
Her breath caught. Slowly, she descended the staircase, and Abhimaan extended his arm. Nervously, she placed her hand upon it.
🏛️ The Royal Event Begins
The grand hall glittered with chandeliers, crystal glasses clinking as music floated in the background. Rajasthan’s elite — royals, ministers, industrialists — all turned when Abhimaan Singh Rathore entered.
Whispers spread like wildfire.
“Abhimaan Singh is here.”
“Look, someone is with him… who is she?”
“She’s beautiful… but not from any known family.”
Ishika felt her cheeks burn. Every stare pierced her like a needle. She instinctively lowered her gaze, but Abhimaan leaned slightly toward her.
“Chin up,” he murmured, his voice low but firm. “No one here is above you.”
She swallowed, lifting her head. His words steadied her trembling heart.
💬 The Conversations
As they moved through the crowd, several guests approached. Ministers greeted Abhimaan with forced smiles, businessmen with respectful bows. But their eyes flickered to Ishika curiously.
One lady asked boldly, “Hukum Sa, who is this young woman with you?”
Abhimaan’s sharp gaze pinned her down. “Her name is Ishika Malhotra. She is family.”
The word struck the hall like thunder. Whispers rose again, but no one dared question further. When Abhimaan declared someone as family, no one challenged it.
Behind them, Ekansh and Yuvraj mingled gracefully, but their eyes often flicked toward Ishika, making sure she was comfortable. Yuvraj even whispered to her when no one was watching, “Don’t worry, Didi Sa. You look like a queen tonight.”
Her heart warmed at his words.
🌑 The Challenge
But not everyone was pleased. Ranjit Singh Rathore, who had been humiliated and thrown out days before, had managed to secure an invitation. His eyes burned with resentment as he spotted Ishika beside Abhimaan.
He sneered, approaching with a fake smile. “Abhimaan, I see you’ve brought… company. Bold of you.”
Abhimaan’s eyes darkened. “Choose your words carefully, Ranjit.”
Ranjit smirked. “I only wonder, brother… will society accept someone with no lineage standing beside the great Hukum Sa?”
The hall grew tense. Ishika lowered her gaze, shame creeping into her chest.
But before she could step back, Abhimaan’s hand pressed firmly against hers. His voice thundered across the hall.
“Society accepts what I decide. And tonight, everyone here must understand — Ishika Malhotra is under my protection. She is not a guest. She is not a servant. She is part of Rathore Palace.”
Gasps filled the room. The declaration was final, unquestionable.
🌸 Ishika’s Heart
Her eyes welled up with tears. She whispered softly, so only he could hear, “Why… why are you doing this for me?”
Abhimaan looked down at her, his expression unreadable yet fierce. “Because you deserve it. And because you are mine to protect.”
Her breath caught. She couldn’t respond, but in her heart, a storm of emotions raged — gratitude, disbelief, warmth she had never felt before.
🌙 The Brothers’ Support
Later in the evening, when the crowd grew louder with music and dance, Yuvraj tugged at Ishika’s dupatta.
“Didi Sa, you should smile more. Everyone here should see how beautiful you are when you smile.”
Ekansh added quietly, “He’s right. You don’t need to hide. Your kindness already shines brighter than all this glitter.”
Their words, innocent yet heartfelt, made her chest tighten with emotion. Slowly, she smiled — a genuine, soft smile that even Abhimaan noticed from across the room.
For a moment, the ruthless Hukum Sa’s eyes softened completely.
🌌 Closing Scene of Chapter 10
By the end of the night, whispers about Ishika were no longer dismissive. People spoke of her grace, her simplicity, and most of all, the way Abhimaan Singh Rathore had defended her.
As the guests departed, Ishika stood silently in the courtyard, the night breeze brushing her hair. Abhimaan approached, his presence wrapping around her like a shield.
“You did well tonight,” he said, his voice softer than usual.
“I… I was afraid,” she admitted.
“And yet you stood beside me,” he replied. His eyes locked onto hers, intense and unwavering. “Remember this, Ishika. As long as I breathe, no one will ever make you bow your head again.”
Her heart raced. She lowered her gaze, whispering, “Hukum Sa…”
The stars glittered above, and the Rathore Palace stood taller than ever — but now, the whispers of Rajasthan carried a new name beside its ruler’s: 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.
