The grand dining hall of the Rathore Palace was bathed in the soft, early morning light that poured through the towering windows. The crystal chandeliers above cast a gentle shimmer across the marble floors, reflecting off the gold-trimmed walls and intricately woven tapestries that lined the room. The long, majestic dining table gleamed with polished silverware, delicate china, and gleaming glasses, all arranged with the kind of precision that could only come from years of tradition and wealth.
Yet, despite the splendor of the surroundings, there was an unmistakable stillness in the air—a silence that had nothing to do with the absence of sound but rather with the palpable tension that hung heavily over the room.
The Rathore family had gathered for breakfast, as they did every morning, in the heart of their palace. But today, there was an unusual wait, an air of expectancy that lingered like a thick fog.
At the head of the table sat Digraj singh Rathore , impeccably dressed in his tailored suit, his sharp gaze flickering toward the door every few moments. Beside him, his wife, Kajal DigrajSingh Rathore, sat gracefully with a calm expression, though the subtle tightening of her jaw revealed a tension only those who knew her best could recognize. His younger bbrother , Vaayu was poised as always, his fingers delicately brushing the edge of his teacup, his eyes darting toward the entrance with barely concealed curiosity.
The servants hovered nearby, holding trays of food, their faces carefully neutral as they awaited the moment when their guest would arrive. They knew, just as everyone else did, that this was no ordinary breakfast. Abhimaan, the one who is the main person yet to join the family for this morning's meal, had not yet appeared , the other head chair was empty .
Abhimaan. The name alone was enough to cause a stir within the walls of the Rathore household. He was the one they had all been waiting for, the one who had managed to slip into their world like a shadow, disrupting the carefully curated calm of their lives. What was it about him that held their attention? What made him different from the other high-society figures who came and went in their world?
The tension grew with each passing second, and the family's patience thinned. They all knew that Abhimaan's presence would mark the beginning of something—something significant, something that could alter the course of their legacy.
The doors creaked open, and all eyes shifted, waiting for the man who would change everything.
But still, no one moved.
The silence stretched on, thick with the weight of expectations, as if the palace itself held its breath, waiting for the moment when Abhimaan Rathore, the man who would shape their future, would finally make his appearance.
As everyone was waiting for abhimaan to come , but he has not arrive yet Dada Hukum thought this is the right time to talk to everyone , He cleared his throat and eveyone's attention shifted to him .
" Hum aap logo se ek bohot zaruri baat karni hai " he said and everyone started to listen to him sincerely
" hume lagta hai ki ab hame abhimaan ki shaadi ke bare mai soch na chahiye " he said
" pr baba aap ko pata hum sab abhimaan ko bol kat thak chuke hai par vo kisi ki sunta hi nhi , hamesha is topic ko ignore karta hai " said Rudransh singh rathore ( Father of abhimaan )
" pr ab nhi ab samay aa chuka hai ki voh aapni zid chhod kar shaadi kar le hum tho ek ladki bhi pasand hai unke liye agr unhe koi pasand na ho tho " said Dada hukum
" pr baba abhi se baat karega kon is topic vo tho na meri sunta hai or hai hi unke baba ki " said Ridhima Singh Rathore ( mother of Abhimaan )
" ab unse aap log nhi hum baat karenge Abhi se " said Dada hukum
" pr dadu vo ladki hai kon jo aap ko pasand aayi " asked Vaayu
" Ishita naam hai unka , aap logo pata abhi hum charity event mai gye the vahi dekha hume unhe or hame lagta hai ki vo hamare abhi ke liye bilkul saahi hai , unke parents nhi orphanage mai hi rahti hai , bohot pyaari bacchi hai pr hum se pata nhi kyu dar raho thi baat karne mai " he said with a smile on his face but frowned at last .
" han tho aab hamesha aisa saadu wala muh bnake ghumte rahenge tho koi bhi darr hi jaye ga na " said the one and only Kajal Singh Rathore wife of Digraj Singh Rathore making everyone laugh out loud .
A quick note about the Rathore man - NO matter how cold , Ruthless and heartless they are for other but they are babies infront of their wife and they never hesitate to show or express their love to them and they do not leave a chance to make them blush , they are very romantic , pookie and they are completely head over heels for their wives. NOW we have to see if Abhimaan is like them or not ? Let me know your thoughts .
As their laughing session was going on But then, the doors to the dining room creaked open.
All eyes immediately turned toward the entrance, the collective atmosphere in the room shifting in an instant. There was no dramatic sound, no sudden flourish—just the faintest whisper of movement, as though the world itself had paused.
Standing in the doorway, framed by the golden light pouring in from behind, was None other than The Abhimaan Singh Rathore.
His presence seemed to fill the entire room, quiet yet undeniable, like a storm on the horizon. He was dressed in a tailored, black tuxedo, sharp enough to cut glass. The suit clung perfectly to his lean, muscular frame, accentuating his height and poise. His hair, dark and perfectly styled, added to the already commanding aura that surrounded him. The dimples in his cheeks became momentarily visible as he gave a small, almost imperceptible smile—though the rest of his expression remained as unreadable as ever.
At the head of the table, Dada Hukum, the patriarch of the Rathore family, sat up a little straighter. His deep, weathered eyes twinkled for a brief moment as he leaned forward in his chair, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He had seen this moment a thousand times before—the way Abhimaan carried himself, effortlessly drawing attention with his presence alone.
"Ah, there he is," Dada Hukum murmured softly, the faintest twinkle of amusement in his gaze. The old man's smile was small, but it held an undeniable sense of pride. He had always known that his grandson would grow into someone who commanded not just respect, but admiration. "Well-dressed, as always. And looking... handsome," he added with a subtle nod toward the rest of the family, as if the mere fact of Abhimaan's arrival meant that breakfast would now proceed in the style it deserved.
The rest of the family shifted subtly in their seats, their gazes momentarily drawn to the tall figure standing in the doorway.
Abhimaan, as always, seemed unaffected by the attention. He entered the room with a quiet elegance, his posture perfect, his movements deliberate. He walked toward the table with the slow, confident stride of a man who had long been accustomed to being the center of attention—and yet, there was something almost effortlessly casual about it, as if it was all simply his due.
"Morning," he said to everyone , his voice deep and smooth, though his eyes flickered only briefly over the family before settling on his seat which was the other head chair . His words were few, but his presence filled the room. There was no need for grand statements or over-the-top gestures. Abhimaan's very arrival was enough to shift the atmosphere, making the breakfast feel more like an event than a simple meal.
As Abhimaan took the First bite everyone also started to have their breakfast , however the food is made by the Rathore women as all the family likes to eat what they make , it is only served by the maids .
In Between the breakfast Dada hukum Cleared his throat once again to particularly gain abhimaan's attention as he got the attention he began to say
" Abhi hame aap se ek bohot Zazuri baati karni hai " he Said
" Ji dadu " Said Abhimaan with his whole focus on his Dadu .
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