The palace had been unusually quiet since morning. The routine clatter of servants, the cheerful banter of Yuvraj, and the disciplined silence of Abhimaan had all been disrupted by one unexpected incident — Ekansh Singh Rathore had fallen sick.
It was rare. Ekansh, the calm and composed middle brother, was strong, almost stoic in his health. But today, he was bedridden, his forehead burning with fever.
🌡️ The Discovery
Ishika had just returned from the palace gardens with fresh flowers when she heard the hushed voices of servants outside Ekansh’s chamber.
“What happened?” she asked softly, stepping closer.
One of the maids looked at her nervously. “Baisa, Manjle Hukum Sa isn’t well. Fever has gripped him since morning.”
The flowers slipped from Ishika’s hand. Without another thought, she rushed inside.
Ekansh lay on the bed, his usually sharp features dulled by weakness. His eyes were half-closed, his breath shallow, and sweat lined his forehead.
“Ekansh Bhai Sa…” Ishika whispered, her heart clenching.
His eyes fluttered open briefly. “Ishika… don’t… worry. It’s nothing.”
But she could see the pain behind his calm words.
🪔 Ishika Takes Charge
She immediately turned to the servants. “Bring me a bowl of cold water, some clean cloth, and tulsi leaves. Jaldi.”
They nodded and hurried out. Ishika sat by his side, gently brushing his damp hair back. For a moment, the memories of her childhood came rushing back — how she once fell sick and longed for her mother’s touch, but instead received scoldings from her aunt.
No, she thought firmly. Ekansh will not go through that. Not here. Not with me.
When the items arrived, she soaked the cloth in cool water and placed it gently on his forehead. She began preparing a kadha (herbal drink) with tulsi and ginger, humming softly as she worked.
🌸 A New Name
When she returned with the kadha, Ekansh stirred. His eyes opened, heavy-lidded, and he tried to sit up.
“Rest,” she said firmly, placing a hand on his shoulder.
He looked at her, a faint smile tugging at his lips despite his weakness. “You’re… scolding me?”
She flushed slightly but lifted the cup to his lips. “Drink this, Ansh.”
The word slipped out naturally, unplanned. She froze the moment she said it.
Ekansh blinked, surprised. “Ansh?”
Her cheeks burned. “I… I meant Ekansh Bhai Sa.”
But his weak smile grew. “No. Say it again.”
Her heart skipped. She lowered her eyes. “Ansh…”
Something warm flickered in his gaze. For the first time, someone had called him by that name — not as a royal, not as Rathore, but as a person.
💔 Yuvraj’s Reaction
Yuvraj entered quietly, holding a blanket. He froze at the sight of Ishika gently feeding the kadha to Ekansh. Her voice was soft, her hand steady, her care overflowing.
“Didi Sa…” Yuvraj whispered, his eyes misting.
She looked up quickly. “yuvraj, don’t cry. He’ll be fine. Just a little fever.”
But Yuvraj shook his head. “It’s not just that. The way you… the way you’re caring for him… it feels like…” His voice broke. “It feels like maa is here again.”
Tears filled Ishika’s eyes. She reached out, pulling Yuvraj close with one arm while still tending to Ekansh with the other. “If you feel that, then let me be that for you. Let me be your Didi Sa who cares like a mother.”
Yuvraj clung to her, his young heart finally finding the comfort he had missed for years.
👑 Abhimaan Observes
Unbeknownst to them, Abhimaan stood at the doorway. He had come to check on Ekansh but stopped when he saw the scene inside.
Ishika, seated between his two brothers, tending to Ekansh’s fever while soothing Yuvraj’s tears — she looked like the missing piece in their family.
His chest tightened, a strange mix of emotions surging through him. Pride. Warmth. And something deeper, more dangerous.
She belongs here, he thought fiercely. With us. With me.
Without entering, he quietly stepped back, giving her the space to nurture his brothers the way only she could.
🌙 Night Care
As night fell, Ishika refused to leave Ekansh’s side. She made him eat light khichdi, fanned him when the fever spiked, and sang softly when he struggled to sleep.
Every time he stirred, she whispered, “It’s alright, Ansh. I’m here.”
The name rolled from her tongue with so much affection that even the servants whispered in surprise. They had never seen anyone speak to Manjle Hukum Sa with such tenderness.
By midnight, his fever finally began to break. His breathing steadied, his body relaxing.
Ishika sighed in relief, brushing his hair once more. “See? I told you you’d be fine.”
Half-asleep, Ekansh murmured, “Thank you… Ishika.”
Her heart melted. “No need for thank you, Ansh. You’re family.”
🌺 Morning After
When dawn broke, Ishika was still by his side, her head resting lightly on the edge of the bed. Ekansh stirred, his fever gone. Opening his eyes, he found her asleep, her hand still gently resting on his arm.
A small, rare smile touched his lips. “Ansh,” he whispered to himself, as if savoring the sound of it from her lips.
Just then, Yuvraj entered quietly with fruits. Seeing Ishika asleep there, Yuvraj whispered to Ekansh, “See, Bhai Sa? Didi Sa is maa for us.”
Ekansh didn’t reply, but his heart silently agreed.
🌌 Closing Scene of Chapter 13
Later that day, when Ishika finally woke, Abhimaan was waiting outside Ekansh’s room.
“You didn’t rest all night,” he said, his tone stern but his eyes betraying concern.
“I couldn’t,” she admitted softly. “He needed me.”
Abhimaan’s gaze lingered on her face, pale with exhaustion but glowing with quiet strength. “You gave him what even I couldn’t — warmth. You’re not just protecting him, Ishika. You’re healing him.”
She lowered her eyes, flustered. “I only did what anyone would.”
“No,” Abhimaan said firmly, his voice deep. “Only you would.”
Her heart raced at his words, but before she could respond, Yuvraj ran up, hugging her tightly. “Didi Sa! Ansh Bhai Sa is smiling because of you. And so am I.”
Abhimaan’s gaze softened as he watched his youngest brother cling to her like a child. In that moment, he silently vowed that Ishika would never be taken from them — not by her past, not by society, not by fate.
For she wasn’t just the palace’s guest anymore.
She was its heart.
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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.
