The Rathore Palace was unusually quiet the morning after the Royal Gala. The chandeliers still glistened, the fragrance of jasmine lingered in the halls, but the family members were relaxed, sitting in the inner courtyard.
Abhimaan Singh Rathore, dressed in a crisp white kurta, sipped his tea while reviewing documents Aditya had brought. Beside him, Ekansh read a newspaper silently, while Yuvraj leaned lazily against a pillar, humming a tune Ishika had sung the night before.
And then, like an unwelcome storm, the palace gates opened.
🚪 The Arrival
A guard entered hurriedly. “Hukum Sa, Malhotra parivaar has come. They… they are demanding to meet Miss Ishika.”
Abhimaan’s hand froze midair, the teacup paused just before his lips. Slowly, his dark eyes lifted.
“Demanding?” His voice was soft but carried danger.
The guard swallowed hard. “Ji, Hukum Sa. They are at the gates.”
Ekansh folded his newspaper calmly. “Seems like they’ve smelled an opportunity.”
Yuvraj scoffed. “Or maybe they’re scared Ishika Didi Sa won’t return to them.”
Abhimaan set the cup down with measured grace. “Bring them in. Let them see what palace walls mean.”
👥 The Confrontation
Minutes later, Amit Malhotra, Palak Malhotra, and Tarun entered the courtyard. Their faces carried forced concern, but their eyes gleamed with greed.
Ishika, who had been arranging flowers nearby, froze the moment she saw them. Her heart raced painfully. Memories of endless scolding, harsh words, and silent tears surged within her.
Palak immediately rushed forward, fake tears in her eyes. “Oh Ishika! Humari beti, we were so worried! Where did you go without telling us? Do you know how restless we were?”
Ishika stepped back instinctively, clutching the edge of her dupatta. Her lips trembled but no words came out.
Abhimaan’s sharp gaze landed on Palak. “Enough drama. Speak clearly. Why are you here?”
Amit straightened, attempting authority. “Hukum Sa, Ishika is our responsibility. She is our daughter after her parents passed. Without our permission, she cannot stay here. We’ve come to take her back.”
The silence that followed was heavy. Ishika’s eyes widened in fear.
Then Abhimaan rose. His tall frame, his aura, his eyes — everything about him radiated raw authority.
“She is not your daughter,” his voice thundered, echoing through the courtyard. “You kept her only to use her, to break her spirit, to feed your greed. You lost the right to call her yours the day you made her cry.”
Palak stammered. “But… but society—”
“Society bows to me,” Abhimaan cut her off sharply. “And Ishika Malhotra belongs here. In my palace. Under my protection.”
💔 Ishika’s Emotions
Tears welled in Ishika’s eyes. She looked at Abhimaan, her heart aching with gratitude and disbelief. No one had ever spoken for her like this.
Tarun, however, stepped forward angrily. “But Hukum Sa, she is my sister! I am her Bhai Sa. I have every right to take her back.”
At his words, Ishika flinched. The word Bhai Sa felt like poison when coming from his mouth.
Abhimaan’s jaw tightened. He took a slow step forward, his eyes locking onto Tarun’s.
“You dare call yourself her brother? The same man who sold my company’s secrets? The same man who made her life miserable in her own home? From today, you have no relation with her. You are nothing to her.”
Tarun’s face flushed with humiliation. “You can’t just erase blood relations!”
“Blood does not make family,” Abhimaan said coldly. He glanced at Ekansh and Yuvraj, who had silently moved closer to Ishika, standing like protective shadows. “Respect, love, and loyalty do.”
🕊️ Ekansh and Yuvraj Step In
Yuvraj, unable to control himself, stepped in front of Ishika. His young voice trembled with anger.
“Didi Sa is not going anywhere! She is ours now. If you try to take her, you will answer to me first.”
Ekansh placed a steady hand on Yuvraj’s shoulder, his calm voice adding strength.
“You should leave before Bhai Sa loses his patience. This palace is not for snakes to crawl in.”
The helpers and guards watching from the corners nodded in silent agreement. Ishika, overwhelmed, looked at the two brothers — one fiery, one calm — both standing for her like she had always wished someone would.
🪓 Abhimaan’s Judgment
Abhimaan finally turned to the guards. “Throw them out.”
Palak gasped. “No! Hukum Sa, please listen—”
But Abhimaan’s glare silenced her instantly. Tarun tried one last attempt.
“Ishika, say something! Tell them you want to come home with us.”
For the first time, Ishika lifted her chin. Her voice trembled but carried the truth.
“This palace is my home now. And you were never my family.”
Her words struck like a sword. Tarun staggered back, his face burning with rage. Palak and Amit tried to protest, but the guards moved in, escorting them out despite their cries.
As the gates shut behind them, silence filled the courtyard again.
🌸 Aftermath
Ishika’s knees weakened, and she nearly stumbled. Immediately, Yuvraj caught her hand.
“Didi Sa, don’t cry. Please don’t. They can’t hurt you anymore.”
Ekansh brought her a glass of water, his calm presence like an anchor. “You were brave. You said what you needed to.”
She looked at both brothers, her tears falling silently. “No one… no one ever stood for me before. Today, you all… you all made me feel like I matter.”
Before they could respond, Abhimaan stepped closer. His hand gently lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him. His voice, though deep, was softer than ever.
“You matter more than you know, Ishika. And as long as you are here, no one — not even fate — can harm you.”
Her lips parted, her breath unsteady. For the first time, she truly believed it.
🌙 Closing Scene
That night, as the palace lights dimmed, Ishika sat by her window. The stars twinkled above, but her heart was heavy with a strange mixture of relief and pain. Her so-called family had tried to take her back, but Abhimaan had stood like a wall.
And deeper still, something new stirred inside her — warmth, belonging, and an unfamiliar safety that made her eyes moist with gratitude.
Down the hall, Abhimaan stood silently on his balcony, watching the same stars. His mind replayed Ishika’s trembling yet firm voice: “This palace is my home now.”
A rare smile tugged at his lips. For the ruthless Hukum Sa, this was only the beginning of something far greater than power — a bond that was slowly becoming unbreakable.
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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.
