The palace was alive with soft music that evening. The Rathores sat in the royal lounge — Abhimaan at the center, Ishika by his side, Yuvraj and Ekansh flanking them, while Aditya stood by the carved pillar, ever the watchful right hand.
For once, peace reigned. Ishika was telling Yuvraj about her mother’s favorite recipe when the main doors creaked open. The guards, though hesitant, allowed the guests inside.
It was them.
Amit Malhotra.
Palak Malhotra.
And Tarun.
Their footsteps echoed arrogantly in the hall, as if they still had rights over Ishika.
Ishika froze, her face draining of color.
⚡ The Proposal
Amit folded his hands dramatically. “Beta Ishika, we came for your good today.”
Palak chimed in, crocodile tears in her eyes. “Yes, Ishu. You remember, na? Your parents… Kartik and Naira… they had already fixed your rishta when you were a child.”
Tarun smirked. “That boy has grown successful now. He’s ready to marry you. This is your parents’ wish.”
Ishika’s lips trembled. “M…my parents?”
Amit nodded, his voice dripping false emotion. “Yes, beti. Don’t you want to fulfill your parents’ dying wish? Don’t you want their souls to rest in peace?”
Palak added cruelly, “If you refuse, remember… you’ll be going against their last dream for you.”
The words stabbed into Ishika’s fragile heart. She lowered her head, her hands clutching her dupatta. Her eyes welled.
🌑 Ishika’s Weakness
Abhimaan’s jaw tightened. He saw the weakness in her eyes, the hesitation. His fists itched to silence the Malhotras forever, but Ishika’s trembling form stopped him.
“Di sa…” Yuvraj whispered, concern lacing his tone.
“Ishika…” Ekansh murmured, stepping closer.
But Ishika shook her head faintly. “If… if this was my parents’ wish…” Her voice cracked. “How can I deny it?”
Tears spilled down her cheeks.
Abhimaan’s blood boiled. They dare use her parents against her. His eyes turned murderous, but before he could speak, a calm but sharp voice cut through the hall.
🔥 Anchal’s Entry
“Enough.”
Every head turned.
There she was.
Anchal Malhotra — black attire, eyes blazing like fire, aura radiating power. She strode in as though the palace itself bowed to her, her heels clicking against the marble.
Ishika’s eyes widened in shock. “Anchu…”
The Malhotras froze, their faces paling. Palak stammered, “A-Anchal?”
“Yes, my not so sweet mother,” Anchal’s lips curled into a dangerous smile. “Your forgotten daughter. The one you threw away like garbage when she was three.”
Gasps echoed. Yuvraj muttered, “Rabb…” while Ekansh’s eyes darkened, his heart thudding wildly.
⚔️ The Confrontation
Anchal walked straight to Ishika, standing protectively before her, her arm shielding her cousin. “You dare stand in this palace and emotionally blackmail my Ishi Di? You dare use the names of Kartik and Naira uncle-aunty, who gave her nothing but love, something you never could?”
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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.
