The Palace in Celebration
The Rathore Palace glimmered under golden chandeliers. The halls were adorned with fresh jasmine and roses, a royal celebration for Abhimaan Singh Rathore and Ishika Malhotra’s engagement. Guests from across Rajasthan—business tycoons, royals, politicians—gathered to witness the union of the feared “Hukum Sa” with the girl who had stolen his heart.
Abhimaan stood tall, in an ivory sherwani with emerald buttons, his aura commanding the hall. Beside him stood Ishika, glowing in a soft pink lehenga with royal jewelry that shimmered under the lights. Her innocence and grace silenced even those who had come to mock.
Anchal, draped in a navy-blue saree, stood near Ekansh and Yuvraj. Her presence was unmissable—KNIAM, the youngest and most ruthless businesswoman in the country, and Ishika’s protective cousin. The world knew her face now, but still whispered in awe.
🌑 The Malhotras Arrive
The hall’s atmosphere shifted when Amit Malhotra, Palak, and Tarun entered. Dressed expensively but with greed in their eyes, they walked with arrogance, as though they still had some hold over Ishika.
Palak smirked, whispering loudly enough for guests to hear, “Look at her. From our home to this palace. Who knew an orphan could rise this way?”
Amit added with mock grief, “Poor Kartik and Naira… they must be restless in their graves, seeing their daughter in the wrong place.”
Tarun’s smirk was cruel. “This palace doesn’t know the truth about Ishika. She lived on our charity, yet she repays us by stealing a Rathore’s heart.”
Murmurs rippled through the crowd. Some media present caught the words, raising their cameras.
Ishika froze, her hands trembling. Abhimaan’s eyes darkened instantly, but before he could step forward, a voice like silk dipped in steel cut the air.
👑 Anchal, the Shield
“That’s enough.”
All heads turned. Anchal walked forward, her saree swaying like a queen’s robe, her gaze sharp as a blade. She stood between the Malhotras and Ishika, her chin raised high.
“You speak of charity?” Her voice dripped disdain. “Let the world know the truth—since the age of four, Ishika has been nothing more than your servant. You starved her, humiliated her, used her as free labor. Today, you call it charity? Shame on you.”
Gasps filled the room. Palak’s face turned pale.
Anchal’s eyes shifted to Tarun. “And you. A man who betrays his own employer, who sells confidential documents for a few coins, dares to point fingers at Ishika? At least she rose with dignity—you drown in filth.”
Tarun gritted his teeth. “Don’t act high and mighty, Anchal Malhotra. You’re just a girl abandoned by your parents. Don’t forget your place.”
Anchal’s smile was icy. “My place? The world knows me as Anchal Malhotra, owner of KNIAM. Your family threw me in a government hostel at three years old. Alone, I built an empire you can’t even imagine touching. My place is here, respected, powerful. Your place? Under my shoe.”
The crowd erupted in whispers. Respect shimmered in their eyes for Anchal, while the Malhotras turned red with humiliation.
🌹 Ishika Finds Her Voice
Palak, desperate, sneered, “You think business and money make you pure? Ishika is still a burden. She’s—”
Before she could finish, Ishika stepped forward. Her voice, usually soft, echoed with surprising strength.
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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.
