Morning sunlight filtered softly through the sheer curtains of the Rajawat mansion, painting golden patterns over the marble floor.
The house was unusually peaceful.
No shouting from Daksh.
No loud music from Disha's room.
Just the soft clinking of utensils coming from downstairs.
And inside the kitchen-
Ishan stood wearing a black apron over his white shirt, sleeves folded till his elbows, carefully placing bowls on trays with an expression so serious one would think he was handling an international business deal instead of breakfast.
The dining table looked... suspiciously perfect.
Fresh aloo parathas with extra butter.
Cheese corn sandwiches.
Pasta. Cold Coffee. Fresh fruit bowl.
And-
A separate tray with soup, boiled vegetables, grilled paneer and fresh juice for Ishqi.
Every single dish.
Shree's favourite.
Except the healthy tray.
Because that was clearly for injured Ishqi.
Dadi entered first and stopped near the dining table.
Then slowly looked toward the kitchen where Ishan was checking the soup temperature like a professional chef.
A knowing smile appeared on her face instantly.
"Aaj suraj paschim se nikla hai kya?" she murmured.
( Did the sun rise from the west today? )
Maa entered next and blinked twice.
"Ye sab kisne banaya?"
( Who made all these ? )
Before Dadi could answer, Ishan quickly came out carrying another plate.
"I did."
Silence.
Then Daksh walked in half asleep-
And froze.
Disha almost screamed from behind him.
"WHAT THE...!"
Ishan glared lightly. "Itna overreact mat karo."
( Stop overreacting )
Daksh dramatically held his chest.
"Duniya to Veer aur Ishan bhaiya ki hi hai hum to bas ji rahe hai isme"
( The world is of Veer and Ishan brother's we are just living in it )
( Veer = Rajveer )
The family burst into laughter.
Right then-
Shree walked downstairs.
Simple white kurti.
Hair slightly damp.
No makeup.
Yet somehow the entire room softened the moment she appeared.
Ishan's eyes instinctively lifted toward her.
And stayed there.
For a second too long.
Shree noticed.
Of course she noticed.
But unlike before-
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Hukum's Rani Sa
RomansaA girl who is not loved from childhood wants a little bit of love and a family to call her own . She wants a person with whom she can share her pain and happiness. Will she get the love of her life ? Will she find a family ? _______________________...
