The golden rays of the morning sun filtered in through the tall windows, spilling across the marble floor of Ekaksh Singh Rathore's room. The warmth touched his face, nudging him gently out of his dreamless sleep.
His eyes fluttered open. Calm. Alert. Dangerous, even at dawn.
Without a word, he reached for the phone on the side table and checked the time.
6:00 AM.
He tossed the covers aside, stood up with quiet precision, and headed to the bathroom. After a quick cold shower, he changed into his gym wear—black joggers, bare torso, and a towel flung over his shoulder.
He entered the private gym at the back of Rathore Mansion... and paused.
There they were.
His two biggest headaches.
Shivank Singh Rathore—younger brother, identical in mischief if not in temperament.
And Ruhi Singh Rathore—his sassy, unpredictable little sister.
Both turned to him in unison.
“Good morning, Bhai!” they chimed sweetly.
He raised a brow. “Good morning,” he said with his usual clipped calm—and pulled off his T-shirt in one swift move before beginning his workout.
But their sudden sugary tone? Suspicious.
They looked at each other, and mischief bloomed like wildfire.
"Ekaksh Bhai..." they said together, voices unusually sweet.
He stopped mid rep, glanced back with narrowed eyes. “What?”
They sauntered over, all fake drama and doe eyes, and stood beside him without saying a word.
Just... staring.
His voice sharpened. “What the hell are you two doing?”
Shivank sighed dramatically. “Bhai... Ruhi and I… we’re suffering from a serious disease.”
Ekaksh instantly straightened up, concern flashing in his eyes. “What? Did you see a doctor?”
Ruhi nodded, clutching her heart like a drama queen. “Haan bhai. We did. But the doctor refused to treat us…”
His brows shot up. “Refused?! Is he tired of living?”
Shivank tried not to laugh. “Arey bhai, chill. Ruhi ka matlab tha—the doctor said he can’t treat us.”
“Because...?” Ekaksh asked, annoyed now, returning to his push-ups.
“Because it’s a personal disease,” Ruhi chimed in, sitting cross-legged right in front of him.
Ekaksh’s tone flattened. “What kind of nonsense disease is that which only I can cure?”
And then it happened.
With innocent expressions and synchronized delivery, they said:
“Vitamin Bhabhi ki deficiency ho gayi hai bhai. Aur yeh toh sirf aap hi pura kar sakte ho.”
And burst out laughing.
High five. Giggles. Chaos.
Ekaksh froze mid-rep, dropped flat onto the mat, and just stared at them like they’d grown two heads each.
Deadpan expression. Zero amusement.
Both instantly went silent.
He stood, grabbed his towel, shook his head, and began walking out.
Shivank quickly blocked his path, arms folded. “Bhai... thoda to socho. Humare liye ek sundar, susheel, sanskari bhabhi la do. Hum kuch nahi maangte—sirf bhabhi.”
Ekaksh rolled his eyes and slapped him lightly on the head. “Idiot.”
Then he left the room.
Back in his room, he went straight to the shower again, needing the cold to calm the laughter still ringing in his ears.
Twenty minutes later, dressed in tailored black trousers and a crisp white shirt, he adjusted his watch and grabbed his keys.
As he descended the grand staircase, he instantly noticed it.
Whispers. Eye contact. Sudden silence.
Classic Rathore family behavior when something was about to be said.
He walked to the dining table, sat, and quietly began his breakfast.
Barely two bites in—
“Beta,” his mother’s voice came, gentle but clear.
He looked up, already bracing.
She smiled softly. “Did you think about what I said last night?”
He leaned back, raking his fingers through his still-damp hair.
“Mom... I just need a little time. I’m not ready.”
Her eyes, so full of strength and softness, didn’t press. “Take all the time you need, beta. Just be happy. That’s all I want.”
He nodded.
But her words lingered.
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The glass doors of Infinity Enterprises opened as Ekaksh walked in, radiating elegance and quiet authority.
Everyone straightened up.
The King had arrived.
Without wasting a second, he headed straight to his cabin. The moment he entered, he pressed the intercom.
“Arjun. Come in.”
Seconds later, his ever-efficient assistant entered, files in hand.
Ekaksh didn’t even look up. His tone was sharp, businesslike.
“I want a complete report on Mishti Sinha.
Background. Education. Hobbies. Known contacts. Family history. Favorite color, if it exists.
Deadline: Today afternoon. No excuses.”
Arjun nodded crisply. “Consider it done, sir.”
Ekaksh leaned back in his chair once Arjun left, eyes closed.
And there she was.
That yellow Anarkali.
Those soft curls framing her innocent face.
The small smile that somehow... had shaken him.
She wasn’t just beautiful.
She was a riddle. A soft storm. A glow that his darkness wasn’t prepared for.
Maybe…
Just maybe… she was his destiny.
Knock knock.
“Come in,” Ekaksh said without looking up.
Arjun entered again—this time holding a slim black file with a golden clip. “Sir. The report you asked for.”
Ekaksh took it, waved a hand for Arjun to leave, and then opened it.
The first page was clean. Basic details.
Mishti Sinha
Age: 23
Education: B.Sc. Biotechnology
Status: Single
Known for: Volunteering work. Music. Reading. Family values.
All standards.
But then…
Page 4.
His eyes froze.
It was a copy of a police complaint.
Filed by Mishti's family, years ago.
Against whom?
An anonymous group of men hired by a politician’s son.
The report said the case was silenced—settled quietly.
But why?
There must be something.
Far more.
Thinking this. His jaw clenched.
The file slipped from his fingers onto the desk.
His mind? Already racing.
This wasn’t just a girl in a yellow Anarkali anymore.
This was something else.
This was personal.
Because, It was time to burn the silence.
And Mishti?
Now, she wasn’t just his interest.
She was his reason.
"The moment I saw you in picture, I knew I would protect you with everything I have. No one, no force, will ever harm you while I'm here. You're safe with me, always. That's my promise sunshine"
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