The Breaking News
The morning sun had just cast its golden glow on the Rathore Palace when the silence of the grand halls was shattered. One of the servants rushed into the living room with trembling hands, holding the day’s newspaper.
“hukum Sa…” the servant stammered, placing it before Abhimaan.
The bold headline screamed across the front page:
“Who is Ishika Malhotra? Mystery Woman Living in Rathore Palace! Relationship Rumors Stir Society & Media Frenzy.”
Photographs followed — blurry but enough to cause chaos. One showed Ishika entering the palace garden with Yuvraj. Another showed her carrying a tray of food toward Ekansh’s chamber. And one had been clicked secretly when she was sitting quietly on the palace balcony, her dupatta flying with the breeze.
The article was venomous:
“Sources claim Ishika Malhotra, sister of Tarun Malhotra, has been living in Rathore Palace without official acknowledgment. Speculations rise: Is she merely a guest… or something more? Whispers in high society suggest that her presence has created an unusual closeness with the Rathore brothers, especially the feared Hukum Sa, Abhimaan Singh Rathore. What is the truth behind this relationship?”
📢 Media Frenzy Outside the Palace
By noon, the palace gates were swarmed with reporters. Cameras flashed, microphones were shoved forward as they shouted questions.
“Who is Ishika Malhotra?”
“Is she Hukum Sa’s mistress?”
“Why is she living in Rathore Palace?”
“Did Tarun Malhotra send her here?”
The noise was deafening.
Inside, Ishika stood frozen in the corridor, the newspaper clutched in her trembling hands. Her face paled, her eyes filled with tears.
They think… they think I’m… She couldn’t even complete the thought.
👨👩👧 Malhotra Family Adds Fuel
If the media storm wasn’t enough, the Malhotra family gave it fire.
By evening, a news channel ran a live clip: Tarun, Amit, and Palak sitting together in their living room, giving interviews.
Palak’s voice dripped with fake concern. “We are shocked. Ishika is our daughter, but she has been brainwashed by the Rathores. We don’t know why she is staying there, but we only hope she remembers her family values.”
Amit added gravely, “It is disgraceful. Living under the same roof with three men, without any societal acceptance… what will people say? We want our daughter back before her character is ruined.”
And finally Tarun smirked, pretending to be pained. “I trusted the Rathores. But clearly, they’ve trapped my sister. This is not who Ishika is. I want her to return home before her life is destroyed.”
The reporters lapped it up. By nightfall, Ishika’s name was being dragged through every channel, every headline.
💔 Ishika Breaks Down
Ishika sat in her chamber, hugging herself tightly. Her tears wouldn’t stop.
Why? Why am I always questioned? Why do they always see me as weak, as someone without respect?
She remembered her aunt’s harsh words from childhood, the taunts of her relatives, and now the world’s fingers pointing at her character.
There was a soft knock. Yuvraj entered, his boyish face red with anger. “Didi Sa! Don’t listen to them. They’re liars. They don’t know you.”
But she only wept harder. “Yuvraj… the whole world is calling me names. Even my own family—”
“No!” he cut her off, his voice fierce. “We are your family now. Me, ekansh Bhai Sa, and Bhai Sa. You belong here.”
Before she could respond, Ekansh entered quietly. His fever was gone, but his face was grim. “Ishika, don’t cry. If anyone dares to raise a finger at you, they raise it at me too. And I won’t allow that.”
But Ishika shook her head. “I don’t want trouble for you all. Maybe I should—”
“Don’t even say it,” Ekansh’s voice sharpened. “You’re not going anywhere.”
🔥 Abhimaan’s Wrath
That night, the brothers gathered in the grand hall. Abhimaan sat in his high-backed royal chair, his eyes blazing with fury. The air around him was heavy, charged with his rage.
“The media dares to question her?” he growled, slamming his fist on the table. “And Malhotras… they dare to speak about Ishika’s character?”
Ekansh and Yuvraj sat silently, watching their Bhai Sa’s fury.
“She has done nothing but bring warmth to this house,” Abhimaan continued, his voice thunderous. “And they humiliate her? For what? For being pure-hearted? For living with us?!”
His jaw clenched. “I will not forgive this insult.”
🛡️ The Confrontation
The next morning, the Rathore brothers stepped out of the palace together. The media erupted instantly.
“Abhimaan Singh Rathore! Who is Ishika Malhotra to you?”
“Is she your lover?”
“Why is she living here?”
Abhimaan’s cold gaze swept over them. His voice, when he spoke, was lethal calm.
“Ishika Malhotra is under my protection,” he declared. “Anyone who dares to raise a question on her character… raises a question on me.”
The reporters gasped.
Yuvraj stepped forward, his young voice fierce. “She is my Didi Sa. She takes care of us, loves us, protects us. She is family.”
And then Ekansh, usually the quietest, spoke firmly. “She is not just a guest. She is our own. If you insult her, you insult Rathore blood.”
The silence that followed was deafening. Cameras flashed wildly. The image of the three Rathore brothers standing as one, shielding Ishika, spread like wildfire.
🥀 Ishika’s Resolve
Inside, Ishika watched the live coverage, her eyes brimming with tears again — but this time, not of sorrow. Of gratitude. Of belonging.
When the brothers returned, she stood waiting for them. For the first time, she didn’t bow her head or look away.
“Why?” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Why do you all fight for me when the world doesn’t even believe me?”
Abhimaan stepped closer, his towering presence softening. “Because we don’t care what the world believes. We know you. We trust you. And that is enough.”
Yuvraj hugged her tightly. “Didi Sa, don’t ever think of leaving us. Please.”
Ekansh placed a protective hand on her shoulder. “You are not alone anymore.”
Ishika finally broke into sobs, but this time, it was against Abhimaan’s chest — her tears staining his royal kurta. His arms hesitated for a moment before wrapping around her firmly, possessively.
“You’re safe here,” he whispered so only she could hear. “Forever.”
🌌 Chapter Closing Scene
That night, as the palace quieted, Ishika stood at her window, looking out at the flashing lights of the media still camped outside.
They can say what they want, she thought, her heart steady now. But I am no longer that helpless girl. I have a family who stands for me… who loves me. And I will fight for them too.
Down in the courtyard, Abhimaan looked up at her window, his eyes meeting hers from afar. A silent promise passed between them — the storm outside would rage, but together, they would withstand it.
For Ishika was no longer just a shadow in the palace. She was its light.
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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.
