Yash POV.

The warmth in her eyes when she stepped into Meherangarh faded the moment she realized nothing was the same anymore. She thought she’d be treated like a guest. Maybe even a distant memory. But no—this was her reality now. And I was going to make sure she never ran from it again.

But I couldn’t linger too long.

Within an hour of reaching, I had to head to the study. My team was already waiting. The Board of Royalties, a few ministers, and two rival industrialists whose companies were on the verge of being bought out by me.

I glanced once at the mirror before entering—fixing my collar, smoothing the cufflinks once gifted to me as a child, engraved with our initials. A reminder that she is mine to begin with. My mother always asked me to love her, give whatever she need,s and I am ready for that but loving her is too hard, so why not make her mine, let her be my obsession.

Then I stepped in.

The moment I entered the study, the air shifted.

“Mr. Singh Chauhan,” one of them stood to greet me with a forced smile.

I didn’t smile back. “Let’s keep the formalities short. I have better things to do.”

My voice was cold. Measured. The kind that makes grown men sit up straighter and rethink their choices.

My secretary handed over the reports. “Suryadev Infrastructures is ready to merge, sir. But they’re still pushing for a 15% board seat share.”

I scoffed. “They should be thankful they’re not being wiped off the market.”

I turned to Mr. Rathi, the owner. His mustache twitched nervously. “We built our empire from scratch, Yash. We only want to retain some dignity.”

I leaned forward, my eyes locked on his. “If you wanted dignity, Mr. Rathi, you should’ve stayed out of my way five years ago when you bribed two ministers to block my Jaisalmer solar project.”

He paled. “That was… that was business—”

“And this is my revenge,” I said flatly. “You tried to mess with my dream once. I made a promise to myself that night—anyone who stands between me and my empire, I won’t just remove them. I’ll erase their legacy.”

I flicked the file toward him. “Sign the deal. Or be ready to watch your shares hit rock bottom by Monday morning.”

My CFO gave a half-smile. He’d seen this side of me before. Many had. But none dared speak of it.

Ruthless.

That’s what they called me.

Because I don’t blink before pulling the plug on a 2000-crore deal if someone disrespects the Singh Chauhan legacy. I don't negotiate with people who lie. I don’t believe in second chances.

Business is war.

And I don’t lose wars.

The deal was signed. The man left with sweat dripping down his neck and pride shattered in his briefcase.

I leaned back in my chair and loosened my tie.

But even in that cold room filled with sharks and sycophants, all I could think about… was her.

Diya.

She used to call me sundar aur sanskari rajkumar when we were kids. If only she could see now the beast I’d become.

Not for money.
Not for glory.
But for control.

Because in a world where everything is fake, power is the only truth.

And Diya… she was the only person who ever made me question whether I needed all this at all.

But she isn’t ready to accept me. Not yet.

So I’ll wait. Like a true businessman.

I’ll wear my mask in boardrooms.
Crush deals.
Silence competition.
Expand the empire.

But behind closed doors… I’ll still think of her.

Because while the world fears Yash Vardhan Singh Chauhan—the businessman...

Someday, she will know the man beneath it all. The one who would ruin kingdoms just to see her smile. People see the man I am today—tailored suits, a fleet of luxury cars, boardrooms where one word from me changes the fate of millions. They think I was born with this power.

They’re half right.

I was born a Singh Chauhan, one of the oldest royal families of Rajasthan. Our bloodline ruled Meherengarh for centuries before democracy took the throne. But even when the crown lost its legal power, the name still carried weight.

Royal life sounds glamorous to outsiders—marble halls, priceless antiques, private polo matches, and staff who never say no.
But for me, childhood wasn’t just a luxury—it was training.

I learned how to ride horses before I could ride a bicycle.
I knew the scent of imported Cuban cigars before I knew the smell of rain.
I saw my father close million-rupee deals over breakfast like it was just another morning prayer.

But I also saw how fragile “status” could be.

By the time I turned 16, my father’s bad investments and trust in the wrong partners had almost bankrupted us. We had the palace, but our accounts were bleeding dry. Many in the business circle whispered that the Singh Chauhan legacy was over.

I took that as a personal insult.

At 18, while my classmates wasted time in foreign universities, I studied two things: business strategy and human nature. I wasn’t just learning from books; I was watching people.
Who lies.
Who bends.
Who breaks.

By 21, I convinced my father to give me control over a failing property—The Regal Walks Jaipur, an old luxury hotel losing money every month. Everyone thought I’d turn it into a playground for my friends. Instead, I fired half the staff, hired experts from Mumbai and Singapore, revamped the interiors, and rebranded it as Rajasthan’s most exclusive hotel.

Within 2 years, The Regal Walks Jaipur was the preferred stay for international royals, celebrities, and CEOs. And that was just the beginning.

Now, I own:

1. The Regal Walks Jaipur – our flagship heritage hotel, known for its royal architecture and unmatched service.
   
   

2. The Royal Meridian Udaipur – a lakeside palace turned luxury resort with private yacht service.
   
   

3. Meherengarh Haveli Retreat – an ultra-exclusive property with only 12 suites, each costing more per night than most people’s monthly salary.
   
   

4. Singh Chauhan Residences – a chain of high-end boutique hotels in Delhi, Mumbai, and Dubai.
   
   

But hotels are just the face of the empire.
Behind the scenes, I run Singh Chauhan Group—a conglomerate spanning real estate, luxury retail, solar energy, and high-value exports.

The royal title may not hold political power anymore… but money?
Money still bends knees.

I built this empire not just to restore our family’s name, but to make sure no one ever has the power to take anything from me again.

And maybe… somewhere deep inside… I wanted to be the kind of man Diya couldn’t ignore.

After the meeting, my mind should have been clear. Numbers balanced, decisions made, orders given. But it wasn’t.
It was well past midnight, the palace was quiet, yet my thoughts… they were restless.

I lay on my bed, tossing for the last fifteen minutes. Sleep was nowhere close.
And I knew why.

She was here.
In the same mahal.
Breathing the same air.

It was ridiculous—childish even—but something inside me wanted to see her. Not talk, not touch… just see her. Once. Then maybe I’d sleep.

I got up, grabbed the robe draped over the chair, and stepped out of my room. The marble under my feet was cold. The chandeliers in the main hall glowed dimly, shadows stretching along the grand corridor.

That’s when I noticed—
The main door was still open.

What the hell were the servants thinking? An unlocked palace door in the middle of the night?
Tomorrow morning, there would be consequences.

I walked towards it, each step sharper than the last. But before I reached the entrance, I caught movement—a shadow slipping along the edge of the door.

My instincts sharpened. I followed silently, each footfall calculated.
When I got close enough, I recognized the outline.

Ruchika.

I cleared my throat sharply. “Uhmmm… ahmmm.”

She froze. Slowly, she turned, and the color drained from her face.

I raised a brow. What is she doing here at this hour?

Her hands fidgeted. “Bhai… It’s not my job. It was Shivansh… he did it… I–I was just going to drink water.”

Before I could reply, she bolted—barefoot, hair flying—disappearing into the corridor like a guilty thief.

I stood there, jaw tight, my eyes narrowing in suspicion.
If Ruchika was acting this jumpy, that meant Shivansh was up to something.
And if Shivansh was up to something…

I didn’t like it one bit.

As I stepped out of the Mahal gate, I saw two shadows near the courtyard—bent over something.
For a moment, I thought they were fighting.
Not again.

These two… always blabbering and fighting like five-year-olds who skipped their nap.
It was past midnight, yet they couldn’t be in their rooms like normal people.

My patience was running thin. I made a mental note: tomorrow, there would be a talk about basic manners—and timing.

Diya POV

And here I was again.
Back in the great palace of Meherengarh.

It was beautiful—more beautiful than I remembered—but still not my place. If it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t be here at all.

I called Baba to let him know I had arrived.
“When will you come pick me up?” I asked.

He sounded busy. “Some meetings are lined up beta… I’ll be back tomorrow evening. Till then, enjoy the royal honor. And spend time with Shivansh and Ruchika.”

I laughed at his tone. “Take care of yourself, Baba.”
So that was it—till tomorrow evening, I was stuck here. Not a problem… I told myself.

After freshening up, I changed into my comfy night suit and walked to Ruchi’s room.

She was on the floor, arranging her paints and… talking to them.
Yes—talking to them like they were her babies.

“Red, I know you like to shine, but without gold you can’t twinkle. Same with blue—without white, how will you blink in the sky? And oh my orange, I know you’re missing yellow but no issue, I’ve brought your soulmate…”

I couldn’t help it—I burst out laughing.
She looked up and grinned.

“Diya di! Aap kab aayi? Maine toh dekha hi nahi!”

“How would you see? My dear poetry shop was busy having deep talks with her colours.”

“Chalo, achha hai aap aa gayi. Mujhe na bhook lag rahi thi. Dinner humne jaldi kar liya. Chalo na, kuch banate hain. Maggie bana doon?”

“Mujhe toh khana hai. Chalo meri baby bole, aur main na banau?” I teased her.

We went to the kitchen—it was quiet, the kind of stillness only a palace at night can hold.

“Diya di, rukiye… main Shivansh bhaiya se bhi pooch loon. Yash bhaiya toh ye sab khate nahi hai, na?”

“Haan, puch le… warna woh bandar mere paet mein dard kar dega itna shor macha ke.”

I started boiling water, chopped some vegetables. Ruchi called Shivansh—of course, instead of coming to the kitchen, he stayed wherever he was. Lazy.Same with her instead of going to his room she called him,both are too Lazy after sometime I heard Shivansh,

“Kya re chipkali, mere bina tu maggie khane wali thi? Tujhe pata hai, subah tujhe washroom mein rehna tha kya?” Shivansh’s voice was full of mischief.

“Meri zubaan kaali hai, main bata raha hoon,” he added dramatically.

“Shut up, you idiot,” I shot back. “I cooked it for you also. I know if I didn’t, you’d torture me for a month.”

“Ooo good good. I was craving something. I thought to order a pizza but then remembered… my brother is not someone to take panga with.”

We chatted like that while the maggie cooked, the smell filling the kitchen.
When it was finally done, I served it in a big bowl—because I knew exactly how these two would behave.

“Here,” I said, putting three spoons in the same bowl. “We’ll eat together. So please behave like good children.”

“Shut up, chipkali. Give me the bowl,” Shivansh demanded, already stretching his hand.

“Aree, stop! It’s hot!” I passed the bowl to him anyway.

“Aaaah!” He whimpered dramatically. “It burned me!”

“Shut up, Bhai! Itna bhi garam nahi hai,” Ruchi shot back.

We carried the steaming bowl of Maggie to the garden, Ruchi skipping ahead like she was leading a parade, and Shivansh walking behind me, mumbling about how unfair life was because “mere ghar mein koi mujhe raat ke 12 baje maggie nahi khilata.”

We sat down on the old stone bench under the big neem tree. The cool breeze carried the faint scent of night jasmine, and the palace lights glittered in the background like something out of a fairytale.

“Okay, ground rules,” I said, holding the bowl tightly. “No fighting, no stealing extra bites, and whoever drops maggie on the grass has to clean it up.”

“Chipkali, this is maggie, not gold coins,” Shivansh said, already reaching for the first bite.

“Still precious,” I replied, moving the bowl toward Ruchi first.

“Aww, see—Diya di loves me more,” Ruchi teased, slurping her noodles noisily.

Shivansh rolled his eyes. “Please, she only gave you first because you’re small and she feels bad for you.”

That started a whole round of mock arguments, with me trying to eat in peace while they bickered.

Halfway through the bowl, Ruchi suddenly pointed at the palace windows and gasped. “Look! That one’s shaped like a heart!”

We all turned to see… and yes, from that angle, the carved window frame really did look like a heart.

Shivansh smirked. “Perfect, chipkali. You can sit here and dream about your prince while we finish the maggie.”

“Ha-ha. Very funny,” I said, snatching the bowl back before he could steal too much.

By the time the bowl was empty, we were all warm from the food and giggling over the silliest things—like how the neem tree looked like it was wearing a crown, and how Ruchi once thought “Pul Khaana” on a road sign meant a food stall for eating “pul.”

We didn’t realize how late it had gotten—it was well past midnight when we decided to retire to our respective rooms. Suddenly, Shivansh pulled me back and said,

“Chipkali, you know in this mahal there used to be a couple of Naag and Naagin? They were shapeshifters—they could turn into humans. Basically, they were icchadari Naag and Naagin, and they’ve been living in this mahal for the last 500 years.”

“Shut up, bandar! What rubbish are you speaking?” I snapped.

Ruchika added softly, “No, dii, he’s telling the truth. Our great-grandmother used to tell us this story.”

“Really? I never heard about it, Ruchi,” I said, raising an eyebrow.

Shivansh smirked. “Of course you didn’t. How could we tell you? It’s a secret of the palace—we’re not allowed to share it with outsiders.”

“So why are you telling me now?” I asked, a little uneasy.

“Because you’re going to be the daughter-in-law soon,” he said with a mischievous grin, “and if I don’t tell you now, it wouldn’t be right. You know, the Naag and Naagin come out to dance on Purnima nights. Ohh, see—it’s midnight, and today is Purnima. You can see the full moon. They’ll be coming out soon to dance.”

Ruchika’s eyes widened. “Di, you know they hate it when people see them, and they surround anyone who does. They’ll be very powerful tonight—we should leave.”

“Yes, Ruchi, we should go. I don’t like snakes—they’re dangerous creatures,” I said nervously.

“Yes, dii, let’s go,” Ruchika agreed, already starting to leave.

I picked up the empty bowl and turned to follow her when suddenly Shivansh grabbed my arm again. “See, Chipkali—there’s movement in the bushes. They’re here.”

“Ruchi tou chali gae… shit. Diya, we’re stuck!”

Shivansh stared at me seriously. I was so scared, I stayed frozen to the ground, not even taking a full breath.

Diya: “Ab hum kya karein, Shivansh?” I asked, my voice trembling.

Shivansh: “Mujhe kya pata? I’m not the player here—I’m stuck because of you!”

Diya: “Don’t blame me,” I shot back. “Please… do something.”
My heart was racing, my mind already imagining the snakes slithering toward me, their fangs ready to bite.

Shivansh: “You can’t move from this place, otherwise they’ll know. I’ll bring the snake charmer.”

Diya: “Itni raat ko? Wou aayega?”

Shivansh: “Do you want to know this, or do you want to save your life? Decide!”

Diya: “No, no… go and bring him.”

Shivansh chuckled, smirking.
Shivansh: “Chipkali, don’t move—otherwise they’ll see us. I’ll be back in ten minutes.”

Author POV

Saying this, Shivansh ran from there, laughing so hard he could barely breathe. But luck wasn’t on his side. He crashed straight into someone.

Shivansh: “Uff! Who the hell is—” He froze. “Ummm… bhai… aap? Itni raat ko… wou… main…”

Yash: “What the hell are you doing, Shiv?” Yash’s voice was sharp, laced with anger.

Shivansh: “Nothing, bro… I was just going to sleep,” he lied quickly, trying to run off.

But Yash caught his arm and pulled him back.
Yash: “Tell me the truth.”

That single word—Details—made Shivansh shiver.

Shivansh: “Bhai… it’s a small prank. I just told Diya that there’s a Naag and Naagin in the compound and she shouldn’t move.”

Before Yash could say anything, Shivansh bolted again, saving his precious life from his brother’s wrath.

Yash moved slowly to Diya’s side, glancing at the girl who was blabbering something under her breath. For a moment, he was awestruck by her beauty. He silently observed her, then took a deep breath to calm the irritation still lingering from Shivansh’s antics. Leaning in, he whispered softly into her ear,

Yash: “Princess… are you planning to stand here all night?”

Diya (startled): “Jii…”

Yash: “And may I know the reason, Rani Sa?”
He stepped in front of her, brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face.

Diya (in a hushed whisper, as if the snakes might overhear): “Wou… Shivansh went to bring the snake charmer. Till then… I should not move.”

Yash simply nodded, trying not to let his lips curl into a smile. His voice was calm, almost teasing.
Yash: “Rani Sa, aapke mahal mein koi Naag ya Naagin nahi hai.”

Diya (still timid, eyes wide): “You don’t know… Shivansh and Ruchi told me… they have been living here for the last 500 years.”

Yash hummed, his gaze fixed on her features, a thought flickering in his mind—God must have taken His time to make my Rani Sahiba.

Diya, still clutching his sleeve with just her thumb and forefinger, whispered urgently,
Diya: “Please… mat hilliye… wou aapko bhi kaat sakte hain.”

Yash smirked slightly.
Yash: “Are you… caring for me, Princess?”

Diya looked at him innocently.
Diya: “I’m scared of snakes… I won’t be able to save you. So you shouldn’t move—and talk slowly… they will hear us. We should wait for Shivansh.”

Yash nodded, then glanced down at his sleeve, still held tightly by his princess. His lips curled in amusement at her antics. Without saying a word, he bent down and, in one smooth motion, picked her up in his arms bridal style.

He walked toward a nearby bench and gently placed her there.

Diya’s eyes went wide. Scattered and still scared, she looked around as if the “snake couple” would be offended at her sudden movement. Turning to Yash with an accusatory glare, she whispered,
Diya: “Aapne aisa kyun kiya? Agar Naag Devta naraz ho gaye toh?”

Yash (serious tone): “Main maafi maang loonga. But I can’t let my Rani Sa stand for so long.”

He sat beside her, then lightly pressed her legs—just checking if they were numb from standing too long.

Diya (quickly pulling back): “Aap yeh mat kijiye… I’m fine.”

She removed her legs from his lap and curled herself up on the bench, keeping her feet off the ground—as if convinced a snake might slither by and bite her again.

Yash hummed softly and stood up, but Diya quickly pulled him back by his sleeve. Still seated on the bench, she made him Sit right beside her and whispered nervously,
Diya: “Yahi baithiye… they won’t bite us. Please apne paon utha lijiye.”

Yash looked at her for a moment, then gently removed her hand from his sleeve. Without warning, he lowered himself, resting his head comfortably in her lap. Adjusting his position, he took her hand and placed it lightly on his hair.

Startled, Diya looked down at him.
Diya: “Aap kya kar rahe hain?”

Yash (calmly): “Aapne hi toh kaha yahan baithne ke liye.”

Diya (amused): “Aise baithne ko nahi bola tha maine.”

Yash (softly, curling his lips into a faint smile): “Hume nahi pata aapke Naag Devta kab aa jaayenge… aur mujhe neend bhi aa rahi hai, toh main so jaunga. Aap apne Naag Devta ka wait kijiye.”

Diya looked at him in disbelief, but couldn’t help finding his tone strangely comforting. She thought Shivansh would be back any moment with the so-called snake charmer.

Diya: “Par aap aise so gaye toh… Shivansh kya sochega?” she asked innocently.

Yash (eyes closed, relaxed): “Yahi ki Raja Sa apni Rani Sa ke goud mein vishram kar rahe hain.”

Almost unknowingly, Diya’s fingers began stroking his hair in slow, absent-minded movements.
Diya: “Huh?”

Yash suddenly opened his eyes slightly, remembering their earlier moments that evening. His voice dropped lower.
Yash: “No one will ever sleep on your lap. It’s only reserved for me. Mark my words, Rani Sa.”

Diya froze at the weight of his words. She looked at him, wondering about this new side of Yash.
You weren’t like this before… but I shouldn’t fall for you. You’re bad news for me, she told herself silently.

Still, her eyes softened as she studied his features. Before she realized it, Diya dozed off too, her hand still resting lightly in his hair, both of them waiting for Shivansh’s return.

The first rays of the morning sun slowly crept through the dense curtains of the palace garden’s windows, slipping between the delicate leaves and flowers. The air was cool, carrying the faint fragrance of the night jasmine that still lingered from the previous evening. The world was waking up, but here, on the quiet bench tucked away in a secluded corner, time seemed to have paused.

A soft golden light fell across Diya’s closed eyes, pulling her from the light slumber she had unknowingly slipped into. She stirred slightly, frowning at the intrusion, her lashes fluttering as she slowly opened her eyes. For a moment, she forgot where she was. The bench. The open garden. The… weight on her lap.

Her gaze lowered, and her heart skipped a beat.

Yash.

His head still rested comfortably in her lap, one arm folded under his head, the other hand lying loosely on the bench’s edge. His hair was slightly tousled, his breathing steady and deep. His face, always so composed, always so unreadable, now looked… peaceful. Almost boyish in its softness. The first hints of sunlight brushed across his features, lighting up the sharp lines of his jaw and the relaxed curve of his lips.

Diya’s first thought was — he’s still here. Her second thought — where the hell is Shivansh?

She glanced around, expecting to see the so-called rescuer swaggering back with some half-baked explanation about the snake charmer. But the garden was empty except for her and Yash. Her brows knitted.

That bandar… wait till I get my hands on him.

Her attention returned to Yash as he shifted slightly, a faint crease forming between his brows at the sunlight hitting his eyes. Without thinking, Diya reached for the dupatta loosely draped over her shoulder and carefully laid it across his face to shield him from the morning glare. Her fingers lingered for a moment, brushing lightly against his hair.

And then, traitorously, her mind wandered.

How can someone change so much in a single night?

This was the same Yash she’d sworn to keep her distance from — the man she’d labelled as bad news. But last night, instead of his usual arrogance or sharp words, he’d been… different. Protective. Gentle. Teasing in a way that made her smile despite herself. He had lifted her without hesitation, made her sit, even pressed her legs to check if they were numb. And now here he was, sleeping like he hadn’t slept in years — on her lap, of all places.

Her lips curved slightly before she quickly composed herself.

A few moments later, Yash stirred again, his hand brushing away the dupatta slightly. His eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the light, and the first thing he saw was her — sitting there, still, with that guarded yet soft expression she didn’t even know she was wearing.

Yash (his voice still husky from sleep): “Good morning, Rani Sa…”

Diya: “Good morning… You slept well?”

Yash’s lips curled faintly as he stretched lazily, but he didn’t move his head from her lap.
Yash: “Better than I have in… years.”

That made her blink.
Diya: “Years?”

Yash: “Work doesn’t exactly let me sleep this long. But… last night was different.” His gaze softened as it held hers. “Maybe it’s the garden. Maybe…” — he let his words trail off, but his eyes said the rest — “…maybe it’s the company.”

Diya quickly looked away, her heartbeat picking up.
Diya: “You… and your lines.”

Yash chuckled, finally sitting up but still leaning slightly closer than necessary.
Yash: “No lines. Just the truth.”

Before she could say anything, his expression shifted — a subtle playfulness replacing the sleepy calm.
Yash: “By the way… there are no Naag or Naagin in this palace.”

Her brows furrowed instantly.
Diya: “What?”

Yash smirked, watching her reaction like he was enjoying it far too much.
Yash: “That’s what I came to tell you last night. Shivansh and Ruchi… they were pranking you.”

It took her a second to process. Then her jaw dropped.
Diya: “What?!”

Yash: “Mhm. They’ve been laughing about it for years, apparently. You just became their newest victim.”

Diya: “That bandar…! I will not leave him today.” She jumped to her feet, her eyes flashing with mock fury.

Yash leaned back, enjoying every second of her reaction.
Yash: “And what about me? Shouldn’t I be punished too? I didn’t exactly stop them…”

She turned sharply, pointing a finger at him.
Diya: “I’ll deal with you later. Right now, move. Someone might see us here and then your image of ‘Raja Sa’ will be ruined.”

Yash: “My image is my problem. And for the record…” — his voice dropped again, leaning closer — “…I don’t care if they see. Let them know Raja Sa was keeping his Rani Sa company all night.”

Diya felt her cheeks warm instantly.
Diya: “You—!” she began, but stopped herself, pressing her lips together and turning away quickly so he wouldn’t see her blush.

Yash caught the tiny smile tugging at her lips as she walked away, and his own grin widened. He didn’t follow immediately — instead, he leaned back on the bench for a moment, closing his eyes.

How long has it been since I slept like that? he thought. The weight of work, business, responsibilities — it had been years since he’d had a night without waking up to a dozen problems in his head. And yet, with her… he’d not only slept, he’d actually rested.

The thought lingered as he finally rose to his feet, his mind already planning exactly how he’d deal with Shivansh for running away and leaving Diya alone — and also how he’d ensure that this wouldn’t be the last time he got such peace.

As for Diya, walking briskly toward the palace now, her dupatta fluttering behind her, she tried to convince herself the heat in her cheeks was just from the morning sun.
I am not falling for him. No. Absolutely not.

But the memory of his head in her lap, his voice saying only reserved for me, and the way he had looked at her when he said Rani Sa — those refused to leave her mind.

And somewhere, hiding in his own wing of the palace, Shivansh was blissfully unaware that he was about to be chased down by a very, very determined Diya.

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