▪︎King of jaipur

Author's Pov

"Satyam Shivam sundaram

Satyam Shivam sundaram,

sundaram, aah, aah aah Satyam Shivam sundaram."

Standing in front of the statue of Lord Shiva, my hands clasped together in deep devotion as sang out in a melodic and soothing voice. The sound of singing filled every corner of the temple, creating an atmosphere of peace and devotion.

Tanishka Verma is an energetic, soft, and dreamy girl. Despite being a member who is frequently scolded for no reason, her father adores her deeply. However, 17 years ago, she lost him in a tragic accident, which has created a multitude of challenges for both her family and herself.

Tanishka and Tanya are twin sisters who look incredibly similar, with many people struggling to tell them apart. Nevertheless, their personalities are distinctly different, despite their remarkable resemblance. Tanishka spent her childhood in Jaipur, where her father served as a councilor in the local government.

Tanishka is a young girl who harbors a resentment towards the reality of her life, as she is constantly compared to her sister within her family. Despite her preferences for writing poetry, singing, and a desire to become a singer, her family, and particularly her mother, pressures her to be more like her sister - capable, hard-working, and a doctor.

There are times when Tanishka longs to break free from the pressures and expectations placed upon her, but shes finds herself unable to do so because of the deep love she holds for her family. She is always surrounded by maids who are available to assist her with whatever she needs, and her beauty extends beyond just her physical appearance, as her soul and heart are equally captivating.

Tanishka's Pov

"Har Har Mahadev." With a bow of devotion, I placed my head at the feet of Lord Shiva's statue, then hurriedly rushed out of the temple, exclaiming, "Jaipur mai aagyi finally." As I spunaround, I noticed people staring at me. Feeling embarrassed, I paused in my tracks, but couldn't stop laughing, thinking, "I must be out of my mind!"

( Jaipur I arrived finally)

My driver approached me, saying, "Chale ab Tanishka betiya? Ghar par sab tumhara wait kr rhe h." I nodded in agreement and we began to leave the temple. I made my way towards the car and settled into the backseat. I then told the driver, "Let's go now." He started the engine and steered the car toward my house.

(Shall we go now, Tanishka dear? Everyone at home is waiting for you.)

We arrived at the house and the driver opened the car door for me, allowing me to step out. As I entered the house, I was struck by its beautiful decorations. Assuming it was a welcome gesture since I had returned to Jaipur after five years, I called out, "Maa, Vidyut Bhai, Bade Papa, Badi Maa, and Tanya, where are you all?" but there was no one in the living room.

Suddenly, a loud noise startled me and I quickly turned around to see my older brother holding a sparkler and saying, "Welcome home, Tanishu." I immediately ran towards him and embraced him in a hug. Vidyut bhaiya is my father's elder brother's son and the eldest son of our house. I have a special bond with him, and I am his favorite person in the family.

"Bhaiya, you know how much I missed you," I said, breaking the hug. Before he could respond, a voice caught our attention. It was Tanya, my twin sister and a cardiologist. "Tanishka, you've arrived?" she asked.

"Tanu," I exclaimed, running towards her and wrapping my arms around her in a tight embrace. After five years apart, it was wonderful to be reunited. "You have no idea how much I've missed my sunshine," she said, clinging to me tightly. I chuckled and broke the hug, replying, "Me too, but I'm here now and I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. I won't be leaving you or this house again soon."

Then I saw my Bade Papa (uncle) and Badi Maa (aunt) approaching. I walked over to them, touching their feet first before pulling them into a tight hug. "Humari Tanishka, you've finally arrived." my aunt said, "You know, we couldn't bear being without you." She is the most affectionate member of our family, always loving each one of us equally.

"I know, I know," I responded, "But where is Maa?" I inquired, realizing that everyone in the family was present except her. I understand that she doesn't care about me, but she is still my mother and she should be the one to welcome me home first.

"Tanu, listen," Maa's voice caught my attention and I looked at her. She was looking at me too. "Maa," I mumbled as I took a step towards her. I touched her feet and then attempted to hug her, but she moved back, causing my smile to disappear. "Khush raho" she said, avoiding my gaze. "You didn't face any trouble coming, right?" she asked. "No, I didn't face any trouble," I replied.

(Be happy)

I walked over to the wall where a photograph of my father was displayed, surrounded by a garland. A lamp with burning oil was placed in front of his photograph, and I added a bit more oil to it. A soft whisper escaped my lips as I said, "I miss you, Papa." Tanya stood next to me, placing her hand on my shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze.

Badi Maa turned to me and asked, "Acha Tanishka tumhe decoration kaisa laga?" I faced her and replied, "Beautiful, just like you, Badi Maa." She blushed and gently tapped my shoulder. Then Maa ordered, "Tanya, I need to speak with you. Come with me," and both of them left the living room.

(Tanishka, what do you think about the decoration? Do you like it?)

"Okay Tanishka, go freshen up now and I've made your favorite food today." Badi maa said. She knows that my mom's behavior hurts me inside but still, I was smiling. "Really?" I asked and my smile widened. She nodded at me and gestured towards my room.

Author's Pov

"Maaf kro raja sa, aage se aisa kuch nhi hoga." An old man, on his knees, was pleading for forgiveness in front of a tall, muscular, and charismatic man. A group of men in black suits approached and aimed guns at the old man. But their action was interrupted by a commanding voice, saying, "Ruk jao"

(Forgive me king, next time it will not happen)

(Stop)

Veer Singhania is the king of Jaipur. As the firstborn of his family, he commands respect not just within his household but across the entire city. Veer harbors an intense disdain for betrayal and dishonesty, and those who cross him do not find forgiveness in his eyes. He is fiercely protective of his possessions and responsibilities.

In the city of Jaipur, Veer Singhania's leadership and strength are seen as the foundations of the respect his family enjoys throughout the city. Veer strongly believes that enacting justice through punishment is more effective than offering forgiveness.

He views punishment as a potent tool to maintain order and instill fear and respect for authority, as opposed to the act of forgiveness, which he considers as inadequate in deterring lawbreakers.

Despite his generally calm and amiable demeanor, Veer's wrath is like a devastating wildfire capable of consuming even the densest forests. He struggles with sleep, rarely finding rest during the wee hours of the night. Whenever he attempts to close his eyes and drift off to sleep, an image of a dreadful accident haunts his mind, causing immense distress. However, he bears this torment silently, choosing not to disclose it to anyone.

Veer's Pov

My voice took on a hoarse tone as I muttered, "Dhokha Dene wale ko maafi nhi saza milti h." I lowered my gaze to the old man clinging to my leg, my grip on the gun in my hand grew tighter. He continued to plead for mercy, but I remained resolute.

(I don't forgive those who betray.)

I lowered myself to his level, holding the gun to his forehead, and stated, "I won't take your life, but I will ensure that you experience the harshest punishment - a punishment worse than death itself. You should never have crossed me. Veer Singhania has no tolerance for traitors or betrayers."

I stood up, turned my head, and noticed my father approaching. I avoided his gaze and faced him as I commanded my guards, "bandook niche kro" My father halted in front of me and questioned, "Why don't you release him? What wrong did he commit, huh?" he asked, as the old man had been a special guard specifically assigned to him.

(Lower your guns.)

A slight chuckle escaped my lips, and I taunted him, "Your servants are just as deceitful as you." My relationship with him has never been good due to his history of infidelity, something that angers and disgusts me deeply. With a raised voice, he asserted, "You're talking too much. You may wear a crown in Jaipur, but you hold no power in my world." I maintained my composure, choosing not to be disrespectful or talk back to him.

I gave a subtle signal to my guards to take the old man to the cage. "Stop! What are you doing? I said stop!" my father demanded, attempting to intervene, but my guards remained steadfast in obeying my command. In Jaipur, my orders are like divine decrees, taking precedence over any other authority.

"Mr Singhania, bas kriye aur mahal jaaiye aur aaram kriye." I placed my hand on my father's shoulder, patting it gently before retrieving my sunglasses from my pocket. Turning to my special guard, Baldev, I commanded, "Let's head back to the mahal," and casually put on my sunglasses. Without uttering another word, I climbed into my vehicle and began driving towards the mahal.

(Mr Singhania, please stop and go to the mansion and relax.)

As I sped through the roads, it took only a few minutes before I arrived at the mahal. Getting out of the car, every servant and guard present immediately bowed their heads in respect at my appearance. My grandmother, affectionately known as Dadi Sa, warmly welcomed me with a smile on her face. Her greeting was simple yet affectionate, "Padharo Raja Sa."

(Welcome, Raja Sa)

I graciously approached Dadi Sa and touched her feet, accepting her blessing gracefully. She wished me well, planting a gentle kiss on my forehead before uttering, "May you always be happy, Veer." I smiled at her, "Dadi Sa, I have sent the Rishta and They-" Maa entered the living room, stopping abruptly upon seeing me. I looked at her inquiringly, asking, "Rishta?"

She and Dadi Sa exchange fearful glances. "What is it? Have you sent another proposal now to whom?" I ask, sensing their involvement. They nod at me but i manage to control my anger and sigh, "Alright, do as you want." Maa smiles at me and squeezes my shoulder. I smile back at her and hug her.

I made my way down the corridor, proceeding to my room which was the last one at the end of the hall, situated away from the living room. However, I halted as a voice called out to me, prompting me to turn around and find my cousin sister, Ananya, standing behind me.

Author's Pov

Ananya Singhania is the youngest member of the prestigious Singhania family and the only daughter among her siblings. Currently in the midst of her second year of college, she harbors aspirations of becoming a lawyer, fiercely determined to achieve financial independence and carve her own path.

"Bhai sa, aap aayege na mere college fest mein?" Ananya inquired, as Veer was customarily invited to attend each of her school events as a guest. He responded with a warm smile, assuring her, "Yes, I will be there." Ananya nodded in acknowledgment.

(Brother, will you come to my college fest?)

"Are you delivering a speech?" Veer asked Ananya, knowing of her exceptional skills in public speaking and her command over literary language. She responded enthusiastically, "Yes, bhai sa and I have two speeches." Veer patted her on the head and smiled softly, assuring her, "Chalo acha h" He continued, "Alright bhai sa, go rest now. We can talk later." Ananya nodded and departed from the vicinity.

(Okay, it's good.)

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A boy was fighting with many other boys. He looked strong and not scared. He hit them hard and fast with his fists. The other boys made sounds of pain and surprise. Each punch he threw made a loud sound. He kept on fighting and showed he was tough and determined.

"She is only mine," he stated firmly as he struck one man with a wooden stick, then kicked another man. "She is my pride, my possessive obsession, and my woman. How dare you take her picture without permission? Answer me, how dare you?" As he spoke, he pulled out a knife and threatened the group of men. All the men joined their hands together and quickly fled the area.

When police came, they saw the boy with a knife and stick fighting other men. The police caught the boy right away to keep everyone safe and check what happened "Kya bey jhagada karta h? Arrest him." The policeman approached him, grabbed his collar and then handcuffed him. "Let's go," they pushed him into the police car.

(What are you fighting for, huh? Arrest him.)

Author's Pov

Veer enter in his room and throw his blazer on bed and gazing at mirror. Then his brother entered his room "Anirudh." He smiled slightly at him but his brother came towards him and hugged him tightly. "What happened?" Veer asked, sensing that something was wrong. "Tell me what happened?" He noticed some wounds on his face. "Who did this?" His jaw clenched tightly and his expression darkened with a wicked grin.

"Vishal Rathore" Anirudh whispered, his jaw clenched tightly.

He dragged him out of the room and then out of the mahal. "Sit" veer ordered him to sit in the car and he obeyed and sat. "Kaha milega yeh Vishal Rathore?" Veer asked because how dare anyone raise his hand on his brother. He is not only his brother; he is his pride too.

(Where will I find this Vishal Rathore?)

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To be continued...

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