The Heavy Morning
The Rathore Palace was wrapped in silence the next morning. The echoes of Amit, Palak, and Tarun’s visit still stung every corner. The servants walked quietly, the brothers spoke less, and Ishika’s eyes still carried the wetness of last night’s breakdown.
But in the midst of that storm, one pair of eyes burned with something else—Ekansh’s.
He had barely slept, pacing his chamber until dawn.
Why him? Why not me?
His heart pounded with a strange fire he hadn’t felt before. He didn’t know if it was anger, jealousy, or something far more dangerous.
🌹 Ishika and Yuvraj’s Comfort
In the dining hall, Ishika quietly set down a tray of breakfast, ignoring Abhimaan’s earlier command to leave work to the staff. She smiled faintly at Yuvraj.
“yuvraj, eat properly. You didn’t finish your meal last night.”
Yuvraj grinned, “Didi sa, aap bina khud khaaye mujhe khilane baith jaati ho. Ek din main bhi aapko apne haath se khilaoonga.”
Her eyes softened, and she stroked his hair. “Bas, tumhara ye pyaar hi mere liye sabse badi daulat hai.”
Abhimaan, watching from across the table, felt his chest warm. But his eyes never left her—half in admiration, half in protectiveness.
Ekansh entered late, his face hard. He sat without a word, and Ishika noticed instantly.
“Ekansh bhai sa, you didn’t sleep well?”
He only nodded, sipping his black coffee. His eyes, though, flickered toward the empty seat beside Ishika—Anchal’s.
⚔️ An Unexpected Arrival
By mid-morning, the palace gates opened again. This time, not enemies—but Anchal.
She walked in, dressed in a white kurta with emerald embroidery, her hair tied neatly, her face calm but her eyes guarded. The aura of a successful businesswoman clung to her like a second skin, but Ishika saw the little sister hidden beneath.
“Ishi di,” she whispered, hugging Ishika tightly.
Ishika’s face lit up. “Anchal! Mujhe laga tum nahi aogi.”
“I promised, didn’t I?” Anchal smiled faintly. But her eyes quickly darted around, meeting Abhimaan’s stern gaze, Yuvraj’s cheerful grin, and finally—Ekansh’s piercing stare.
For a moment, she faltered. His eyes held questions, fire, and something that made her heart beat erratically.
🌹 Kitchen Bonds
Later that day, Anchal followed Ishika to the kitchen.
“Ishi di, let me help today.”
Anchal smirked, “Boardrooms mein deal pakadna aur kitchen mein tadka lagana, dono mein ek hi rule hai—control.”
Both laughed, and together they cooked. The staff, stunned, whispered about how both sisters had the same magic in their hands.
When the food was served, Abhimaan, Yuvraj, and Aditya complimented it openly.
Aditya teased, “Anchal, tum toh khatarnaak nikli. Business bhi, cooking bhi.”
Anchal gave him a polite smile, but Ekansh’s jaw clenched. His spoon paused mid-air. His eyes narrowed at Aditya, a sharp, unspoken warning.
Yuvraj noticed it and smirked, nudging Ishika under the table. Ishika gave him a look, silently telling him to stay quiet.
⚡ The Night Encounter
That night, Anchal walked alone in the palace gardens, her dupatta brushing the dew-laden grass. For all her strength, loneliness still clung to her like a shadow.
Suddenly, a voice broke her silence.
“Tumhe akela rehne ki aadat hai, ya tum bas apne dil se bhaagti ho?”
She spun. Ekansh stood there, his arms crossed, his face unreadable.
She stiffened. “Main bhaagti nahi. Main sirf us jagah rukti hoon jahan mujhe zaroorat hoti hai.”
He stepped closer, his eyes intense. “Aur yahan? Tumhari zaroorat hai?”
Her breath hitched. She looked away, whispering, “Mujhe kisi ki zaroorat nahi.”
Ekansh’s hand shot out, gripping her wrist gently but firmly. “Jhoot. Tumhari aankhein sab bata deti hain. Tum itni akeli ho ki tumhe khud bhi lagta hai pyaar tumhare liye nahi bana. Lekin Anchal, sun lo… main tumhe chhodne wala nahi.”
Her heart pounded wildly. She yanked her hand back, her voice shaking. “Tumhe samajh nahi aayega. Main bohot buri hoon. Mujhe kabhi pyaar nahi milta.”
Ekansh’s expression hardened, but his voice softened. “Toh main tumhe majboor kar dunga pyaar pe vishwas karne par.”
She froze, staring at him. For the first time, her carefully built walls cracked.
🦋 The Watchful Eyes
From the balcony above, Ishika had seen part of the exchange. Her lips curved into a knowing smile.
“Ekansh bhai sa…” she whispered to herself. “Aapko aapki rooh mil gayi hai.”
But Abhimaan, stepping beside her, had a different look. His arms crossed, his gaze sharp.
“She’s fire, Ishika. Aur mera bhai bhi aag hai. Do ag lag jaayein toh mahal bhi jal jaata hai.”
Ishika touched his arm gently. “Par Maan, shayad dono ag ek dusre ko roshni bhi de.”
For the first time, Abhimaan’s lips curved slightly. He looked down at his brother and Anchal, silently acknowledging the spark.
🌑 A Shadow Returns
Just when warmth began to bloom in the palace, darkness returned. A guard rushed in, breathless.
“Hukum sa, ek paighaam aaya hai.”
He handed Abhimaan a sealed envelope. Abhimaan opened it, his eyes narrowing at the words:
“Ishika will be taken away from you soon. Protect her if you can, Hukum Sa. Next time, not fire. Next time, blood.”
Abhimaan’s hand clenched into a fist. He crushed the paper and growled, “Tarun.”
Anchal, who overheard, stepped forward. Her voice was like ice. “Let me handle him. Business ke jung aur dushmano ko todna mujhe sabse zyada aata hai.”
Ekansh instantly snapped, “No. Tum apne aap ko khatra mein nahi daalogi.”
Anchal turned, glaring. “Mujhe koi rok nahi sakta.”
Their eyes clashed, sparks flying, while Abhimaan and Ishika exchanged a look—one of fear, one of determination.
🌙 The Cliffhanger
Late that night, as everyone retired, a lone figure slipped into the palace gardens, hiding behind the fountains. A dagger gleamed in the moonlight.
The target wasn’t Abhimaan.
It wasn’t even Ishika.
It was Anchal.
But before the blade could reach her, a strong hand grabbed the attacker by the throat—Ekansh’s. His eyes burned with a dangerous obsession.
“Usse chhune ki koshish bhi ki, toh teri saansen tod dunga.”
The attacker struggled, but Ekansh’s grip only tightened. Anchal watched, stunned, her chest tightening in a way she had never felt before.
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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.
