This is my first time penning a story, so please don't mind my flaws. Also, considering English is not my first language, there is a greater probability of you observing spelling and grammar mistakes, so please forgive me for those too😓😓....

And, since this book revolves around Indian royal romance, you will find specific phrases in Hindi or various other languages which will make the story more fascinating....

This is my own creationism, and every single copyright belongs to me....

This is entirely a work of imagination and the creator's fantasies, absolutely no parts reflecting any real person!!

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...Dedication...

...To all the people who are curious...

...&...

...want to explore the depth of the truth...

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...Protagonist...

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𝔸𝔻𝕎𝔸𝕀𝕋 ℝ𝔸ℕ𝔻ℍ𝔸𝕎𝔸

:- Male protagonist

30 year old

6'4

(Fantasy the man of your dreams)

The Randhawa family's eldest child. always calm, cool, and composed. His family is his strength, and he will make sure that nothing is capable of breaking the bond between them.

Aesthetics

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Now meet our female protagonist

...𝕊𝕙𝕦𝕓𝕙𝕣𝕒 𝔸𝕕𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕥 ℝ𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕙𝕒𝕨𝕒...

...:- female protagonist...

28 year old

5'7

(Fantasy your goddess according to you)

A girl wearing silent history and an uncertain future...

Nevertheless, she remains eager to be certain that she is the conqueror.

Aesthetics :-

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...When she burst into his life unexpectedly and the gates of carefully constructed facade would swung open, unleashing a torrent of dark secrets and long-buried truths. The hidden graves of the past cracked open, revealing the rotting remnants of the deceit and betrayal....

...How will they are going to deal with it? If you wanna to know join them and their story of unraveling the hidden coffins....

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...Second Leads :- ...

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𝗩𝗶𝗱𝗵𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵 𝗕𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗮𝗹

(The only son of Bansal family)

(Age :- 30)

• Suhas Bansal

(Vidharth's Father)

• Uma Bansal

(Vidharth's Mother)

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𝗥𝗶𝘃𝗮 𝗞𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮

(The only daughter of Khanna's)

(Age :- 27)

Subhra's Buisness partner.

A sweet but violence lover girl.

The Face of the Lucas.

As the MD( Managing Director)

• Alankar Khanna

( Riva's Father)

• Janki Khanna

(Riva's mother)

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... Small glimpse...

"You were the light in the dark world of mine..." he whispered, his voice barely audible, his eyes locked on hers.

She chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Go paste that line on someone else, it might actually work," she teased, her voice playful.

"So it's not working on you?" he shot back, his voice low and husky.

"Definitely not," she replied, her gaze never leaving his, her eyes gleaming with a hint of challenge.

He took a slow step closer, his eyes burning with intensity. With each step, he closed in on her, his presence enveloping her.

"Let me show you something that will work perfectly," he whispered, his breath caressing her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

"What are you doing?" she stuttered, her eyes wide with anticipation, as she backed away, her body colliding with the wall.

He leaned in, his lips inches from hers, his warm breath dancing across her skin.

"So, does it affect you now?" he murmured, his voice low and husky, his eyes never leaving hers.

Her body trembled, and she felt the undeniable impact of his presence. The air was electric, and she was acutely aware of the tension between them, the attraction palpable, like a living thing.

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MALE PROTAGONIST FAMILY:-

Abhyant Randhawa

And

Iswari Randhawa

(Father and mother of Adwait)

Head of Randhawa family.

The king and queen of Udaipur

Nityam Randhawa

And

Ridhika Randhawa

(Uncle and aunt of Adwait)

Janav Randhawa

Abhyant and Iswari's younger son

Ariv Randhawa

Nityam's son

Vritika Randhawa

Nityam and Ridhika's daughter and Ariv's twin

Youngest of family

FEMALE PROTAGONIST FAMILY:-

Girish Basu

And

Serenity

(Father and mother of Subhra)

Girish Basu also belongs to Royal family but almost withered , currently a neurologist in a big hospital

Serenity belongs to a Big family of Italy..

Jeremy York

And

Liberty York

(Brother and Sister in law of Serenity)

CEO of York group and

Mafia's of Italy

Melanie York

And

Nicolo York

(Jeremy's Mother and Father)

Head of the house

Jarek York

(Jeremy's Son)

Heir of York group

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If I have to add a new character I will tell you about them in the story ...

I hope you will enjoy it...

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...SHUBHRA'S POV...

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"Please, Serenity, don't leave me, don't leave us! Please, don't go! 'Ruk ja, tere bina main kya karunga? Mere liye na sahi, apne baccho ke liye hi ruk ja!' (Stay, what will I do without you? If not for me, then at least for our children, please stay!) My dad begged my mother, but she didn't stop... she just kept walking away."

"Are you serious, Girish? Why would I stop? You lied to me, and that's not all - you shattered my trust. I hate you, Girish. I hate you forever. I had believed in you, trusted you with my everything, but you proved me wrong. You broke me in ways I never thought possible." She spoke, her voice trembling with anguish as tears welled up in her eyes.

"Mom, please don't go! Please, Mom, see, Rudra is crying too! Please, for his sake..." I begged, but my words fell on deaf ears. I could hear my 5-year-old brother's anguished cries, and I lifted him into my arms, trying to comfort him as I continued to plead with my mother.

I held him tight against my chest, but he wouldn't stop sobbing. All he wanted was his mother, but his tears, his cries, none of it was enough to stop her from leaving...

"Sweetheart, I'm so sorry! But... I can't keep doing this anymore. I'm not strong enough to keep going. Please, try to understand me." She said, her voice cracking with emotion, as she cupped my face in her hands, her eyes pleading for empathy and comprehension.

She kissed my forehead, her lips barely grazing my skin, leaving a gentle touch that belied the finality of her departure. And then, she was gone.

3 years later...

I woke up to a loud bang on the door, groggily opening my eyes to see it was already 6 a.m. I hastily got out of bed and rushed to the kitchen.

Shouting "Aa rahi hun bhaiya, bas ek minute!".

(Coming, give me a minute, please!)

I grabbed the pot and hurried to the main door, opening it to find a middle-aged man standing there with a large drum in his hand.

He said, "Kitti der karti ho, bitiya? Aur bhi jagah jana hota hai dudh dene ko?"

(How long will you take, child? There are other places to deliver milk to as well!)

I apologized, "Maaf kar dijiye, kaka."

(Sorry, uncle)

"Choro, ye lo dudh." he replied.

(Never mind, take the milk.)

He poured the milk from his drum into my pot using an aluminum mug.

After the milkman left, I closed the door and headed back to the kitchen.

I put the pot of milk on the stove, turned on the flame, and waited for it to boil.

Once it did, I turned off the gas and started getting ready for school.

It took me about 20 minutes to get ready, tie my hair into a high ponytail, and head back to the kitchen.

I decided to make sandwiches for lunch and Maggi for breakfast, which took me about 30 minutes to prepare and pack for both myself and my brother.

"After that, I headed towards my brother's bedroom when a knock on the door caught my attention.

I peered through the hole in the gate and saw my father standing there, so I opened the door for him.

He entered, and I could tell he hadn't been out drinking all night - he had just finished a night shift at the hospital.

"Sweetheart, can I have a cup of chai?" he asked

"Of course, why not?"I replied,

before heading to the kitchen.

A few minutes later, I returned with the tea to find Rudra already dressed and ready for school.

"Wow, you're up and ready!" I exclaimed.

He responded lazily, "Yeah, I'm not a kid anymore. I can wake up and get ready on my own!'"

"Yes, yes, of course..." my dad said chuckling.

"Yup, I can" my brother replied,

rolling his eyes.

"Well, Dad, your tea, and come on, Rudra, have your breakfast." I said, getting their attention.

After breakfast, I packed our lunches and we headed to school while Dad took a nap.

School was the same as always, no drama or extra excitement.

We arrived at 8 a.m., just before the bell rang, and went to our classes.

At 2 p.m., the final bell rang, and I headed to my brother's class, where he was waiting for me. We walked home together and reached the house, ringing the doorbell.

Dad opened the door, saying

"Welcome back, kiddos!"

My brother quipped, "I don't know about her, but I'm definitely not a kid."

"Yeah, you're an 8-year-old adult!" I teased.

He rolled his eyes, and we all burst out laughing.

After laughing, I went to my room, changed into a pink floral midi, and had a nice bath. When I came to the dining room, I saw Dad and Rudra already seated.

I asked Dad, "Aaj toh lagta hai kuch khass bana hai?"

(Seems like there's something special to eat today). "Han bilkul, aaj matar paneer aur pooriya jo bani hai" He replied

(Definitely, it's matar paneer and pooris today for lunch).

"Waah! Aaj toh maza aagya!" I exclaimed

(Wow, so much fun today)!

Dad served us pooris and matar paneer, and we all dug in, enjoying our lunch together.

After a refreshing power nap.

I began working on my homework.

Rudra joined me in my room with his books, and we studied together for about an hour.

Just then, our father entered the room, looking tense.

"I have to leave for the hospital now," he announced.

"and I've already ordered food for you both."

I noticed the worry on his face and asked, "Is the patient's condition not stable?" He seemed taken aback by my question.

Replying, "What? No, no, it's not that. Just something else."

I sensed that something was off, but he quickly added,

"I'll be back soon. And remember, don't open the door for anyone." I nodded

"Yeah, Dad, I won't."

I closed the door.After studying for a few hours, I glanced at the clock on my wall and noticed it was 6 p.m.

My brother and I packed our bags, and I headed to the kitchen to make some sandwiches while he settled in to watch TV.

I made the sandwiches and joined him in the hall, sitting down on the sofa where he was engrossed in cartoons.

I asked him to change the channel so I could watch my favorite movie, but he refused, saying

"Na, Nako, never!"

We started fighting, with me grabbing his hair and him pulling my ponytail.

We kicked, punched, and wrestled each other until I finally got the upper hand and he surrendered the remote control.

I spent some time channel-surfing before settling on "Tarak Mehta ka Ooltah Chashma," which we both watched for a few hours.

When the clock struck 7, I took my phone from the table and placed an order for food.

Around 8:30, a knock at the door broke our attention from the TV, and I got up to see who it was.

I peeked through the peephole and found the delivery man with our food.

Since I had already paid online, I told him to leave the food and go, which he did after placing the box outside.

Fifteen minutes later, I opened the gate and brought the food inside.

After unpacking it, I served it onto two plates and called my brother to come and eat.

We both enjoyed our meal, and then retired to our rooms.

I jumped onto my bed and soon drifted off into a fantastical daydream.

Just as I was about to fall into a deep sleep, a knock at the door abruptly woke me up, and a childish voice behind the door caught my attention.

"Didi, can I sleep with you today?" Rudra asked, his voice filled with a hint of fear.

It was a familiar request, one that came often when our dad had a night shift.

As a loving sister, I couldn't resist his plea. I opened the gate, took him in my arms, and placed him on the bed beside me.

"What's wrong, Rudra?" I asked, noticing the worry in his eyes.

"I'm scared, Didi," he replied, his voice trembling.

I comforted him with a warm smile.

"Oh, my sweet brother, come, we'll sleep here together tonight. Okay?"

He nodded "Okay," and soon,

sleep enveloped us both.

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...AUTHOR'S POV...

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Around 3 a.m., the phone on Subhra's bedside table rang, piercing the silence with its persistent buzz.

On the fourth ring, she picked it up, her hand moving slowly as she pressed the answer button and brought the phone to her ear.

She was still half-asleep, but the scared voice on the other end sent a jolt of adrenaline through her body.

She sat up with a start, her comforter falling away from her shoulders.

"Beta, bhago!" (Run, child!) the voice urged in a low, panicked tone.

Subhra's mind raced as she asked, "Papa, kya hua?"

(What happened, Father?)

"Sawal mat poocho, bas jaldi se wahan se niklo" The voice on the phone was insistent

(Don't ask questions, just run from there quickly)

"Please..." Subhra pleaded,but the voice cut her off

"Jaldi!"

(Fast!)

"They're coming..." the voice on the phone trailed off.

Before Subhra could process everything, she hears the sound of a gunshot and then, eerie silence.

The sudden end to the conversation left her in shock, her mind racing with questions.

"Who was it, Papa? Who?" she whispered, but there was no answer.

She sat frozen on her bed, her body numb, her thoughts reeling from the abrupt and ominous phone call.

She couldn't process what had just happened, couldn't comprehend the danger that seemed to be lurking. She was paralyzed with fear, unable to move or think clearly, her mind stuck in a state of disbelief.

As the reality of what she had just witnessed sunk in, Subhra was overcome with horror and grief.

She realized that the person who had been shot was her father, and tears began streaming down her face as she cried uncontrollably.

She felt helpless and lost, unable to process the sudden and brutal loss of her father.

The feeling of uncertainty and vulnerability was suffocating her, and she was struggling to think clearly. But one thing was certain - someone had taken her father's life.

As she sat there, lost in her thoughts, a sudden knock at the door made her jump with fear.

Her father's last words echoed in her mind, and panic began to rise inside her.

With a surge of adrenaline, she quickly lifted Rudra from the bed and looked out the window.

What she saw made her blood run cold.

3-4 men armed with guns were standing at her gate, their intentions clear.

Adrenaline surged through her veins and Subhra made a split-second decision to flee through the back gate in the kitchen, which led to a different street.

She sprinted towards the kitchen, carrying a still-sleeping Rudra in her arms.

The knocking at the front door grew louder and more insistent but she knew she couldn't count on her neighbors for help - their houses were too far apart in the private villa complex.

She flung open the back gate and took off running, her legs moving on autopilot.

Just as she thought she'd managed to escape, a hand clamped down on her shoulder from behind.

"Akhir kar pakar main aa hi gayi, ab Bach k kahan jaugi?" a menacing voice sneered

(Finally, we've caught you; now you have nowhere to escape?)

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Author's Point

...What is gonna happen next? Any guesses??...

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...AUTHOR'S POV...

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"Where will you go now?" the man who grabbed Shubhra's arm sneered, his tone menacing.

He yanked her forward, making her stand in front of him.

The commotion woke up Rudra, who began crying and struggling to free himself from the man's grip.

Shubhra turned to face her captor, a man in his mid-thirties, dressed in all black, with a physique reminiscent of a bodyguard.

Three more men, similarly dressed and with trimmed hair, stood beside him.

One of them snatched Rudra from Shubhra's arms, causing her to startle.

Rudra, now fully awake, pushed against the man and cried out,

"Choro mujhe!" she pleaded, her voice shaking with fear. "Choro!" she cried again, desperate. "Chor do mujhe, mujhe meri di ke pass jana hai!"

Rudra, too, struggled and cried, trying to break free from the men's grasp.

(Leave me! Leave me alone! Let me go to my sister!)

"Choro mujhe!" he chimed in, his small voice trembling. (Leave me!)

The men remained unmoved, ignoring their desperate pleas. One of them asked indifferently, "Kya is bacche ko sath le jana hai?" (Do we need to take this kid with us?)

" Han, boss ne iss bache ko sath lane ko kaha hai."Another man replied,

(Yes, the boss ordered us to bring him along.)

"Kahan le jana hai mere bhai ko?"

Shubhra protested

(Where are you taking my brother?) but the men ignored her, discussing their plans instead.

" Or is ladki ka kya karna hai?"

One of them asked

(What about this girl?)

"Isse isi ghar main us admi k sath band kar do" and another replied

(Lock her in the house with that man.)

The man holding Shubhra's arm dragged her towards her house, despite her and Rudra's continued protests and struggles to break free.

After receiving orders from their leader, the man gripping Shubhra's arm dragged her towards her house.

Both she and Rudra protested and struggled to break free from their captors' grasp. Horror was palpable on their faces

The man holding Rudra administered a small injection, and he began to doze off.

Meanwhile, Shubhra was dragged towards her house, crying, weeping, and screaming for help, but her pleas fell on deaf ears.

The other man took Rudra and placed him in the car, while the one holding Shubhra's hand roughly threw her inside the house without exerting much force.

The man then locked both the front and back doors, trapping Shubhra inside. Desperate and panicked, she started banging on the door, hoping someone would hear her cries for help.

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...SHUBHRA POV...

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"Darwaza kholo!" I shouted frantically.

"Kholo Darwaza!" I tried again, but my pleas were met with silence. I heard the sound of tires screeching away, and I realized they had already left.

Just then, I heard a faint voice call out,

"Subh..." It was soft and weak, but it sent a chill down my spine. The voice grew slightly louder,

"Beta..." My heart skipped a beat as I recognized the voice. I stood frozen, my heart racing, and shouted,

"Papa!"

"Aap ho kya Papa?" I asked, tears welling up in my eyes.

(Is that you, Papa?)

The voice was faint, but it was unmistakable. My mind raced with questions and emotions as I struggled to process what was happening.

As I walked towards the voice, the scene unfolding before me was enough to leave me stunned and numb. My senses reeled in shock, unable to process the horror that lay before me.

My father lay on the sofa, his clothes drenched in blood. My feet froze, unable to move forward, as I prayed that this wasn't his blood, that he wasn't the one who had been shot.

Maybe it was someone else, maybe... But as I approached him, the reality hit me like a ton of bricks.

I saw the gunshot wound on his stomach, and I broke down. Tears flowed heavily, my voice trembling as I tried to speak.

"Papa...papa!" My voice trembled, barely able to utter the words.

"What...what happened to you?" I stuttered, my voice cracking with emotion.

"Who...who did this to you?" I cried out, my words dissolving into sobs. I wept uncontrollably.

My father, with a weak and gentle touch, cupped my face with his blood-soaked hands, trying to comfort me.

As he wiped away my tears, his blood smeared across my cheeks, a haunting reminder of the horror before me. .

"Don't cry, princess!" my father whispered, his voice weak but urgent.

"You're my brave girl, aren't you?" I placed my hands on his, and tears streamed down my face as I revealed,

"Papa, they took Rudra with them..."

My father's expression turned stern, his eyes pleading with me to be strong.

"No, no, princess! You can't cry like this! You need to be brave, for Rudra's sake!" He struggled to speak, his voice growing fainter.

"You need to protect your brother... Run, Subh... Run!"

I protested, "But Papa, I won't leave you!" He insisted, "Listen, kiddo... I don't have much time left... You have to go to Italy, to your mother... Ask your uncle to help you!" His words were laced with desperation.

"Go, sweetheart, go! If not for you, then for Rudra!"

With those final words, his hands slipped from mine, and he fell back onto the sofa. Reality hit me like a ton of bricks - he was gone.

I collapsed into sobs, hugging him tightly.

"Papa... Papa..." I whispered, my heart shattering into a million pieces.

Suddenly, I felt an unusual warmth emanating from my father's body and realized I was also feeling extremely hot.

I looked around to see the house engulfed in flames.

"No! No! No! I can't die like this!" I panicked, thinking of my brother Rudra.

"Hey bhagwan!! What will I do now..."

"Mujhe bachalo ,please god please!!"

(Oh God, what do I do now? Save me, please! I'm only 14, please God...)

Tears streamed down my face, but I knew I had to act fast.

With a newfound determination, I stood up, wiped my tears, and rushed towards the main gate.

However, the doorknob was scorching hot, and I realized the fire had spread to the hall. I quickly changed direction and made a dash for the back door in the kitchen.

I tried to open the gate, but it was locked. Frantically searching for a solution, I spotted a khalbatta (pestle and mortar) and decided to use it to break the lock.

I hammered the khalbatta against the lock repeatedly, but it wouldn't budge. Panic began to set in as I realized I might not be able to escape.

I frantically scanned my surroundings, and my eyes landed on the open window. I sprinted towards it, realizing the fire was closing in on the kitchen. I glanced back at the spot where my father's body lay, and my heart sank as I saw it being consumed by the flames. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, and guilt washed over me. My father's last words echoed in my mind: "Go, Sweetheart, go." I steeled myself, wiped away my tears, and jumped out the window.

I ran as fast as I could in the opposite direction of my house, not stopping until I was sure I was at a safe distance. I collapsed under a big tree, finally allowing myself to cry uncontrollably. I was exhausted, my long hair now a tangled mess, my eyes swollen from crying, and my body covered in blood, dust, and the acrid smell of smoke.

I couldn't hold back my tears; I had lost my father, my brother had been kidnapped, and my childhood home was burning down before my eyes. I sat there, helpless, as I watched every shred of my home slowly turn to ash. The scene ends with Shubhra overwhelmed by grief, her world shattered by the tragic events of the day, her heart heavy with the loss of her loved ones and the destruction of her home.

"I'm an orphan now," I sobbed, my voice shaking with grief.

"Where will I go? What will I do?" I cried out in despair, feeling utterly alone and abandoned.

"Hey bhagwan! Ab main kya karu??"I pleaded, my heart heavy with the weight of my loss and uncertainty about my future.

(Oh God, what will I do now? )