Raunaksh pov

The cabin of the Rathore Group tower was silent, save for the faint hum of the city outside. I sat back in my chair, eyes closed, letting the weight of power settle around me like a cloak. My aura was calm, but beneath it burned the fire of authority—the kind that made men bow without command.

A knock broke the silence. Darsh Mehta, my personal aide, entered with his usual briskness. Mid-twenties, sharp, loyal.

“Sir, the work is done,” he said.

A smirk tugged at my lips. So they finally understand the consequences of crossing the Rathore’s. Limits are not suggestions—they are boundaries carved in stone.

“What about the land?” I asked, voice steady, cold.

“We got that, sir. But… there’s a problem.”

My eyes snapped open. “Now what? I thought everything was sorted.”

“Not with the land, sir. It’s the Mumbai branch. We’ll have to go there.” He slid a file across the desk.

I skimmed it, then rose. “Fine. We leave tomorrow. Prepare everything.”

Without another word, I left the cabin. The palace awaited—the place where I was not just CEO, but Hukumsa, the King of Rajasthan. A fearless ruler, a light hidden inside darkness.

The palace loomed, but I could already sense the storm brewing inside. Marriage. The cursed topic that refused to die. I ignored the whispers and went straight to my chamber, showering away the fatigue before facing the battlefield downstairs.

At the dining table, every eye turned to me. Their glares were daggers, but I met them with steel.

“What?” I asked, voice clipped.

Choti Ma Masa opened her mouth, but I cut her off. “Don’t. I know what you all want to say.”

Dadisa’s voice was sharp. “Jab janta hai to manta kyu nahi?”

“I don’t want to get married,” I said, my tone final. “I won’t let anyone control my life. If I find a girl who understands me, I’ll marry. Otherwise, no.”

Chachu scoffed. “And where will you find such a girl? Will she fall from the sky? Or will God himself deliver her to you? You reject every girl.”

Choti Ma Masa interjected, “I’ll find someone before Bhaisa and Bhabhisa return.”

My parents were abroad for two months. Only a week had passed, yet the pressure was already suffocating.

Sagar and Sahil, the twins, chimed in with their mischief. “If Bhaisa keeps rejecting girls, he’ll never marry.”

Virat, my adopted brother, spoke with quiet strength. “A wrong relationship is worse than no relationship. Better to wait until the heart agrees.”

I gave him a nod. He was not my blood, but he was more brother than the others.

“Enough,” I said, ending the debate. “Eat. Tomorrow I leave for Mumbai. I’ll be back in a day. And you two,” I turned to the twins, “take care of the office.”

They grinned. “Don’t worry, Bhaisa. We’ll handle everything. Just bring us a sweet Bhabhisa.”

My glare silenced them.Later, in my room, I packed my bag.

Next day I get up early its only 5 in the morning and after Dressup formally I ready to leave just I saw choti ma masa in hall.

 At dawn, dressed in formals, I descended the hall only to find Choti Ma Masa waiting.

“Aap kyun uth gayi subah-subah?” I asked.

She smiled softly. “Kya apne bete ke liye subah uthne se pehle hukumsa se puchna padega?’’

“Kabhi nahi. Hukumsa hone se pehle, hum aapke bete hai.”

She placed a tilak on my forehead. “Bhagwan kare jo tum dhoondh rahe ho, wo tumhe jald mil jaye.”

I bent, touched her feet, and left. My private jet awaited. Mumbai awaited. And perhaps… destiny awaited.

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