In the heart of Jodhpur, where sandstone palaces touched the sky and power flowed deeper than bloodlines. Adhiraj Singh Chauhan sat behind his grand mahogany desk. The glow of the setting sun kissed the royal crest on the wall behind him but he didn't look up. His fingers moved swiftly across files, his sharp gaze becoming numbers, letters, and maps that would sharp the future of his land.
For him, this office wasn't just a building. It was his war field. His pride.
A palace where distractions dared not follow.
Just then, the shrill ring of his phone broke through the silence. He frowned.
"𝘔𝘢𝘢..."
His voice softened only a notch.
He sighed and picked up.
Maitree sternly said, "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦, 𝘙𝘢𝘫."
Her voice soft, concerned, but carried a royal sternness no one dared disobey.
Adhiraj leaned back in his chair, eyes closed for a beat. "𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬, 𝘸𝘩𝘺?"
"𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘋𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘚𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘕𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺....... 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦." Maitree said.
There was something in her tone that made him pause. Something unsaid, layered between warmth and command.
He ran a hand over his jaw. "𝘈𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨."
The palace looked golden under the evening lights as I drove in. The guards saluted, the torches flickered, the marble courtyard gleamed - but none of it brought me peace today. I was tired, but of expectations of this unending idea that a king must always serve - his people, his land, and now, apparently, his fate.
Dinner was already underway when I entered the royal dining hall. The room buzzed with noise and familiarity - the kind that belonged to shared childhoods and brotherhood that was both blessing and burden.
Aarav, my younger brother, was already halfway through his second helping for dal baati, throwing jabs at Avir.
"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘺'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘈𝘷𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘺𝘢." He said, smirking.
"𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘵." Avir shot back, flinging a rolled-up napkin that missed and landed in Chote papa's glass.
"𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘪𝘵." Chote papa scolded, trying not to smile.
"𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘈𝘥𝘥𝘶 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦?" Aarav continued, leaving dramatically over the table.
"𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘴, 𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘴." Addu(Advika) replied sharply, sipping her water like a queen in her own right.
I took my seat quietly, nodding at both of my fathers - Papa and Chote papa - who were clearly trying to control the circus with nothing but sheet willpower and ancient nobility.
My plate was served. I hadn't taken a bite when the air shifted.
"𝘙𝘢𝘫," Dada sa's voice rang calm but commanding. "𝘞𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬."
All conversations died. Even Aarav stopped chewing.
I looked up.
Dada Sa, Nirvaan Singh Chauhan - the lion of our family - sat with his usual quite dignity, beside him Dadi sa, her eyes soft but full of something....... anticipation?
"𝘞𝘦'𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭." He said plainly, with the kind of authority that left no room for argument. "𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘈𝘥𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘫. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘋𝘢𝘥𝘪 𝘴𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳. 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦."
I said nothing. I couldn't. The words pressed heavy against my chest.
I know this moment would come. I had just hoped it wouldn't come now.
"𝘞𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸." He added, passing me a look that wasn't stern - but hopeful. "𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧."
I lowered my gaze. What was I supposes to say? That I didn't believe in this kind of love? That marriage was the farthest thing from my mind? That my life belonged to the kingdom, not to some stranger.
But I could never say no to him - not directly. Not when I owed every part of who I am to the man who raised me to be king.
So I nodded.
As I stood up quietly and left the hall, I could still hear Aarav was telling under his breath, saying something like, "𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺! 𝘉𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘺𝘢'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥."
Avir and Aarav had brust into loud claps. Addu groaned. "𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘋𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘴𝘢."
The excitement echoed down the corridor as I walked away - each sound pressing deeper into the silence I now carried inside me.
Tomorrow, I would met the girl.
But that didn't mean I was ready.
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𝗡𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 : 𝗚𝘂𝗽𝘁𝗮 𝗛𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲
The morning at the Gupta residence began with a rush of nervous energy. Meher had been up since the crack of dawn. The echoes of her hurried footsteps the filled the modest house as she moved from one corner to another - dusting the furniture, adjusting the cushions, straightening the rug for the fifth time. Her eyes scanned every surface, every curtain flod, looking for any flaw that might caught attention.
In the kitchen, Sunita raised her voice.
"𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘳, 𝘔𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘞𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺."
Meher didn't argue. She never did.
Instead, she wiped her hands and walked out, pretending she didn't hear the sharp remark.
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𝟭𝟮 𝗣𝗠 - 𝗢𝘂𝘁𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗚𝘂𝗽𝘁𝗮 𝗛𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲
Several luxurious cars came to a stop.
The neighbours peeked out from their balconies. Even the kids playing in the lane froze.
From the first car, Nirvaan Singh Chauhan stepped out. Dressed in white, his aura was sharp, calm and commanding. Rukimi Devi followed - quite but observant.
Then came Maitree and Jaydeep, and behind them, Tripti and Samardeep, along with their children - Avir, Aarav and Advika.
And finally, Adhiraj Singh Chauhan stepped out.
Silent. Composed. Watchful.
Inside the Gupta House, Naresh ran to the door. Sunita stood behind him, adjusting her saree and her expression.
"𝘕𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦........ 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯." Naresh said.
They were welcomed inside.
Polite conversation filled the room. Sunita offered water and sweets. Nivaran didn't touch anything.
He looked straight at Naresh and spoke.
"𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳...... 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥...... 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳."
Naresh nodded quickly. Sunita forced a smile.
From the hallway, Meher stood out of sight. Listening. Not daring to move forward.
Tuli entered, wearing a saree and a nervous smile. Sat beside Sunita and answered all basic questions.
But no one mentioned Meher.
The long table was set with polished silver thalis and carefully arranged dishes - a clean attempt ro impress.
Tuli sat at the head of the table, right beside Maitree and Tripti, her eyes darting between everyone like she had practiced these expressions in front of a mirror. Her fingers kept adjusting the border of her new saree. Her voice - sugar- sweet - felt carefully constructed.
Tuli smiling at Maitree, "𝘔𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘺, 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘙𝘢𝘫𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘪 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴! 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴..... 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘺."
Maitree gave a stiff nod, but her eyes shifted briefly toward Nivaran - who hadn't touched his food yet.
He was watching.
Not Tuli.
Her words.
Her manner.
Her tone.
Something wasn't adding up.
He remembered his friend's words from years ago - 𝐌𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞...... 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞..... 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐭𝐡.
This girl? She wasn't quite.
She won't shy
And her eyes - they didn't carry that raw honesty of innocence.
Adhiraj hadn't said a word all afternoon.
He ate slowly, mechanically, without looking at anyone at the table - until -
His eyes paused.
Across the room. Near the doorway.
She wasn't standing with the rest of family. Not sitting.
She stood in silence - half hidden behind the pillar, a few feat from the table.
Her clothes were plain. A simple kurta.
No make-up. No decoration.
Yet her face glowed - not because of vanity, but because of something Adhiraj couldn't palce.
Grace?
Fire?
Or...... pain?
Her eyes met his.
No by intention, but by accident.
And for a second - just one second - neither of them looked away.
Just a still, watchful silence in her expression - as if she was used to being ignored.
Adhiraj felt his breath still.
Not the glance. Not the moment.
But her.
After the meal - as they prepared to leave. Rukmini stood beside her husband.
"𝘐𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘳?" Rukimi said in a hushed tone.
"𝘠𝘦𝘴." Naresh said in a low voice.
"𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳?" She asked.
Naresh didn't answer.
But his eyes moved once more to that corner of the house - where Meher had disappeared into shadows. Silent. Alone.
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𝗢𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗛𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲 :
Naresh tried to smile, wiping his forehead nervously. "𝘞𝘦'𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦..... 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘛𝘶𝘭𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯." Naresh said.
Nivaran shook his hand, firm and polite. "𝘞𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 3 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘈𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦."
No promise.
No smile.
Just words.
He walked away. Jaydeep followed, then Samardeep, then the words.
Adhiraj didn't look back at the house.
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