The Rathore Mansion

The Rathore Mansion was a hive of activity, and the air was filled with the sound of laughter and the hum of people preparing for a grand celebration. The entire family was in high spirits as they celebrated 15 successful years of Rathore Industries, a company that had grown under their leadership. From morning till evening, everyone was working hard, ensuring that every detail was perfect for the evening's party.

In a room at the heart of the mansion, a man stood in front of a large window, dressed in a black tuxedo that accentuated his sharp features. His royal watch gleamed under the light as he spoke on the phone, his voice cold and commanding.

"I want everything perfect. One mistake, and you'll be fired. Double-check the security at the venue. It needs to be flawless, and everything should be on time," Abhimaan Singh Rathore ordered, his tone unwavering. He ended the call with a quick swipe of his hand and turned around.

A lady walked in, her presence as graceful as it was commanding. "Abhi," she called, and he immediately straightened up, his expression softening.

Abhimaan turned and bent down, touching his mother Aastha's feet, a gesture of respect and affection. Aastha smiled warmly.

"What is this, Abhi? Even today you're caught up in work? Our company has completed 15 years today. At least for today, leave your work," she urged, her voice gentle yet firm.

"Maa, it's an important meeting. I'll meet you directly at the venue," Abhimaan replied, his gaze serious but affectionate.

He walked downstairs, where his grandparents were waiting. Abhimaan touched their feet in reverence. His grandfather, Devendra Singh Rathore, patted him proudly on the back.

"Today, because of you, our company has reached great heights. We're so proud of you, Abhi," his grandfather said.

The family gathered around, and everyone expressed their pride and admiration for the man of the hour. Abhimaan touch elder feet But Abhimanyu, Abhimaan's younger brother, couldn't help but add his usual humor to the situation.

"I'm so proud of you, Bhai! Now, the next step is to get me a beautiful bhabhi!" Abhimanyu teased, grinning widely.

Abhimaan shot him a look of mock exasperation, lowering his head slightly.

For the first time, his paternal uncle Baldev, laughed and said, "Abhimanyu is right. Now it's time for your marriage, Abhimaan."

"I don't want to get married," Abhimaan replied swiftly, his voice calm yet firm. He then turned to Vihaan, and say "Bring the Oberoi file to the office."

Vihaan nodded respectfully.

His father, Rajendra Rathore, intervened, "Where are you going now?"

"I'll come directly to the venue," Abhimaan said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Vihaan repeated the same, and with that, Abhimaan left.

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At the Rathore Mansion, Abhimanyu couldn't contain his playful side. "If Bhai doesn't get married, then what about me? I'm ready!"

Shreya,playfully slapped him on the head. "Which girl would want to spoil her life by marrying you?" she teased.

"Oh, please! The girl would be lucky to have me. I'm handsome, charming, rich, and educated!" Abhimanyu boasted.

"Handsome? You?" Riya, their younger sibling, burst into laughter, and Shreya joined in.

Abhimanyu grumbled and headed toward his room, but not before their mother, Aastha, intervened.

"Stop it, all of you! There's so much work left. Focus on that, rather than fighting like children!" Aastha scolded them, making everyone fall silent.

Aastha turned to Abhimanyu and Shreya, her eyes twinkling with a mix of affection and amusement. "Shreya, aren't you two going to college?" she asked, glancing at them.

Abhimanyu, ever the charming son, grinned and said, "Meri pyari maa, aaj humari company ne 15 years complete kiye hain, toh aaj no college for us!"

Shreya nodded in agreement. "Yes, yes, no college today."

Aastha smiled, her expression softening. "Alright, but all of you will help with the preparations."

Abhimanyu raised his hands dramatically, saying, "Jo hukum mere akha assan!" and the family burst out laughing.

"Good, now all three of you-Shreya, Riya, and Abhimanyu-go to the venue and check if everything is right. Is everything in place?" Aastha instructed.

The three siblings nodded in unison and left for the venue, ready to oversee the final details for the grand celebration.

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Anisha's Home

Early the next morning, Anisha woke up and immediately realised she had spent the night crying. Her eyes were red and puffy. As she sat up in bed, she heard a soft knock on the door. It opened to reveal her brother, Yuvaan, walking in with a smile.

"Good morning, princess!" he said warmly, his eyes softening when he saw her.

Anisha quickly wiped away the tears and stood up, rushing over to hug him. "When did you return from your office trip?" she asked.

Yuvaan gently kissed the top of her head. "Just one hour ago," he replied, noticing her red eyes. "Your eyes are red. Did someone send you something, Baacha? Tell me."

Anisha hugged him tightly, resting her head on his chest. "No, Bhai, no one sent anything. It's just exams," she said, forcing a smile.

Yuvaan stroked her hair, kissing her head again. "Don't pressure yourself, okay?" he said softly, trying to comfort her.

"By the way, I have something to make you smile," Yuvaan added, changing the subject.

Anisha looked up at him with curiosity. "What is it?"

Yuvaan handed her a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates. "Yeah, phool meri fool se phool ke liye," he said with a grin.

"Bhai!" Anisha chuckled, her smile brightening for the first time that morning. She took the gifts and hugged him tightly. "Thank you so much, you're the best. Love you!"

Yuvaan pulled back slightly and laughed. "Okay, okay, now get ready. Don't you have college today? And by the way, we have to attend a party tonight-my office party. Rathore Industries has completed 15 years, remember? So, be ready by 7."

Anisha groaned at the mention of the party. "I don't want to go. You know I don't like these kinds of parties," she said, visibly reluctant.

Yuvaan smiled warmly. "I know, Baacha, but you have to come out of your comfort zone. Why fear when your brother is here to protect you?"

They both laughed, and Yuvaan walked out of her room. Anisha took a deep breath, then started to get ready for college, though she still wasn't thrilled about attending the party.