After the Attack
The moon still lingered when the palace grounds roared with chaos. Guards rushed in, lanterns blazed, and servants whispered in horror. The captured assassin was dragged to the courtyard, his arms tied behind his back, his face swollen from Ekansh's merciless grip.
Abhimaan stormed in, his sherwani untied, his eyes burning like wildfire. "Kaun bheja tujhe?"
The assassin spat blood on the ground and laughed. "Unhi ne... jinse tumne dushmani li hai. Malhotra. Tarun. Tumhara takht, tumhari aurat... sab cheen lenge."
Abhimaan's jaw clenched, but before he could strike, Ekansh pulled his dagger out and pressed it to the man's throat.
"Ek pal mein tere hont sil dunga." His voice was cold, dangerous, possessive.
Anchal stepped forward, her voice sharp. "Let him speak. Threats don't scare me, but silence does."
The assassin sneered. "Tum toh wahi ho... jo marne layak hai. Malhotra sahab ne kaha tha-sabse pehle is ladki ko khatam karna."
The courtyard froze. Ishika gasped softly, covering her mouth. Abhimaan's fists curled, but his eyes shifted immediately to Anchal.
They're after her... not Ishika this time.
🌹 Ishika's Fear
Ishika rushed forward, grabbing Anchal's hands. "Anchal! Mujhe laga woh mere liye aaye the... par tumhe? Kyun?"
Anchal's face remained calm, but her eyes betrayed her fear. She squeezed Ishika's hands. "Don't worry, Ishi di. Mujhe girane ke liye bohot bade tufaan ki zarurat hogi. Ek chhuri se main nahi bikharne wali."
But Ishika saw the tremble in her little sister's fingers.
Yuvraj stepped close, his voice trembling. "Didi sa... if they can come inside our palace once, they can again. Hum aap sab ko kaise bachaenge?"
Abhimaan placed a protective hand on his shoulder. "No one dares step inside Rathore Palace again. Main deewar bhi ban jaaunga aur talwar bhi."
But his gaze returned to Anchal-softening, seeing her mask of strength.
⚔️ Ekansh's Rage
Ekansh hadn't spoken again. His dagger still rested on the assassin's throat, his chest heaving with rage. He looked nothing like the calm, charming prince. He looked like a storm ready to destroy.
Abhimaan called sharply, "Ekansh, bas."
But Ekansh didn't move. His voice was low, guttural. "He tried to touch her. To harm her. Bhai sa, main ise zinda nahi chhodunga."
Everyone stared-Abhimaan, Ishika, even Anchal. His words had no hesitation, no control. It wasn't about family honor, not even about Rathore pride. It was about her.
Anchal's lips parted slightly. Her heart thudded painfully.
"Ekansh..." she whispered, almost pleading.
His eyes snapped to hers. For a moment, the fire dimmed. Slowly, he lowered the dagger, but his hand still shook with rage.
Abhimaan ordered the guards, "Lock him in the underground cell. I want answers by tomorrow."
The assassin was dragged away, cursing, but no one heard. All eyes were on Ekansh and Anchal-on the storm that was no longer hidden.
🌙 The Private Confrontation
Later that night, when the palace calmed, Anchal found herself pacing in the guest chamber. Her mind replayed Ekansh's words. He tried to touch her. To harm her. The way his voice had cracked with fury-it wasn't just duty. It was possession.
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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.
