The palace felt different after the Malhotras’ departure. The walls that once carried Ishika’s quiet footsteps now echoed with something new: her gentle laughter, her soft voice calling the brothers for meals, her delicate presence filling spaces that had long been cold.
For years, the Rathore Palace had been a fortress — beautiful but silent. Now, it felt like a home.
🌸 Ishika’s Morning
The next morning, Ishika woke earlier than usual. It had become her habit to rise before dawn, a habit she carried from her days at her uncle’s house where she was forced to cook and clean before anyone else stirred. But here, in the palace, no one demanded it of her.
Yet she still found herself heading toward the kitchen.
The palace chefs protested immediately. “Baisa, please! This is our duty.”
Ishika smiled softly. “I’m not here to take away your duty. I just… I like cooking. And I want to prepare breakfast for Hukum Sa, Ekansh Bhai Sa, and Chote Hukum Sa.”
The head chef hesitated. “But—”
“Let me,” she insisted, her eyes shining with sincerity. “Only one meal. After that, I’ll help you in small ways.”
Reluctantly, they agreed. Soon the kitchen was filled with the aroma of fresh parathas, light dal, and chutneys — food not heavy with ghee and oil but prepared healthily and lovingly.
🍵 Breakfast with the Brothers
When breakfast was served in the courtyard, Abhimaan, Ekansh, and Yuvraj were already seated. Abhimaan, as always, was reviewing papers while sipping black tea.
Ishika entered, carrying trays herself despite the helpers’ protests. She placed the dishes carefully on the table.
Yuvraj immediately sniffed the air. “Didi Sa! You cooked?” His eyes sparkled.
She smiled. “Yes. But only if you promise to eat it all.”
Yuvraj grinned, picking up a paratha. “For you, always.”
Ekansh tasted the dal quietly, then looked at Ishika with a rare softness in his eyes. “This… feels like home food.”
Her heart warmed. “That’s exactly what I wanted.”
Finally, Abhimaan looked up from his papers. His gaze flicked over the food, then at her. Without a word, he picked up a spoon and tasted. The silence at the table stretched until he finally spoke.
“Better than what the chefs make,” he said simply, before returning to his documents.
But Ishika caught the faintest flicker of approval in his eyes.
🏛️ Learning the Palace
Over the next days, Ishika began adjusting to palace life. The staff, who once kept a respectful distance, now adored her. They admired how she spoke gently to everyone, how she remembered their names, and how she never treated them as lesser.
“Baisa, the way you greet us every morning,” one maid said shyly, “no one ever has before.”
Ishika smiled. “You all take care of me so much. How can I not respect you?”
Word spread quickly. For the first time, the palace was not just a place of power but a place of warmth.
🌙 Evenings with the Brothers
In the evenings, the three brothers often gathered in the royal lounge. Ekansh preferred reading, Yuvraj enjoyed teasing and storytelling, and Abhimaan usually worked. But Ishika’s presence began changing these routines.
One evening, Yuvraj tugged at Ishika’s dupatta. “Didi Sa, sing something for us.”
She shook her head, embarrassed. “No, no, I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” Ekansh said quietly, closing his book. “We want to hear.”
Even Abhimaan glanced up, his gaze curious but expectant.
Nervously, Ishika began humming a soft Rajasthani folk song her mother once sang. Her voice was sweet, untrained but pure, filling the room with an almost magical calm.
When she finished, Yuvraj clapped enthusiastically. “See! I knew you’d sing beautifully.”
Ekansh gave a rare smile. “It felt… peaceful.”
Abhimaan said nothing. But when she looked at him, she saw his eyes lingering on her longer than usual.
🌹 Small Gestures
Abhimaan was not a man of many words, but his actions toward Ishika began to change.
One morning, when she stepped outside to collect flowers, she found a pair of embroidered juttis waiting by her door. A note rested on top in his bold handwriting: So you don’t walk barefoot in the garden.
Another day, when she coughed lightly after cooking with too much spice, Abhimaan quietly placed a glass of warm water with honey by her side — without saying a word.
Ishika noticed everything, and though he never admitted it, she felt his silent care surrounding her like an invisible shield.
🌺 The Brothers’ Bond with Her
Ekansh and Yuvraj’s bond with Ishika grew stronger every day.
Yuvraj insisted on calling her Didi Sa, despite her protests. One afternoon, while helping her arrange flowers, he said, “You know, sometimes… when you scold me gently for not eating vegetables, it feels like… maa is here.”
Her heart tightened. She touched his cheek softly, unable to reply.
Ekansh, though quieter, showed his feelings differently. When Ishika worked too long in the kitchen, he would appear silently and take heavy pots from her hands, saying only, “You’ll hurt yourself.”
Slowly, both brothers found the motherly warmth they had long missed. And Ishika, in turn, found the family she had always dreamed of.
🕯️ A Quiet Conversation
One evening, Ishika stood in the courtyard, gazing at the moon. Abhimaan approached silently, his tall frame casting a shadow beside her.
“You’re adjusting well,” he said, his voice low.
She glanced at him. “Everyone has been very kind. More than I deserve.”
Abhimaan’s eyes hardened. “Never say that again. You deserve more than you’ve ever been given.”
Her breath caught at his intensity. “Why do you… why do you care so much, Hukum Sa?”
He turned his gaze to the moon, his jaw tightening. “Because no one protected you before. That was their failure. Not yours. Now, you are mine to protect.”
His words sank deep into her heart. For a girl who had only known neglect, his protection felt like the greatest gift.
🌌 Closing Scene of Chapter 12
That night, as she lay in her room, Ishika thought of everything — Yuvraj’s innocent smile, Ekansh’s calm support, and Abhimaan’s quiet but fierce care.
For the first time in her life, she felt she belonged somewhere.
And though she didn’t say it aloud, a thought whispered in her heart:
This palace isn’t just stone walls anymore. It’s my home. And these brothers… they’re my family.
Meanwhile, in his study, Abhimaan looked at a file in his hand but wasn’t reading. His mind replayed Ishika’s soft smile, her gentle voice calling him Hukum Sa.
For the ruthless ruler of Rajasthan, emotions were dangerous. But tonight, he admitted to himself — Ishika Malhotra was no longer just under his protection. She was becoming the center of his world.
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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.
