The corridors of Singhania Palace echo with the sound of hurried footsteps. Shadows dance on the walls as the torches flicker, and the silence of midnight is broken by the rustle of heavy fabric against polished marble

A woman runs, her chest rising and falling in panic. Her long lehenga, once a symbol of royal pride, now clings to her legs and slows her down. She wraps a thick black shawl around herself, pulling it tight to cover the tiny child she holds close.

The boy, only two years old, hides his face against her shoulder, too young to understand the fear around him, too innocent to know the danger chasing him. His tiny fingers clutch her dress, as if sensing that only his mother can protect him

The woman is Parthavi Rajvanshi, the queen of the great Rajvanshi kingdom. But tonight, she does not feel like a queen. Tonight, she is only a mother, running for her son’s life

Her slippers tap against the marble floor, her anklets jingle faintly under the lehenga, betraying her presence. Every step feels heavy, yet she forces herself forward. Her breath comes out in sharp, shallow gasps, her eyes darting to every corner as if shadows themselves have turned into enemies

The boy whimpers, his soft cry echoing in the corridor. Parthavi quickly presses her palm to his head, whispering in a trembling voice

“Mere bacche shaant hoja, tumhaari maa saa tumhe kuch nahi hone degi"

(My child, be calm, your mother will not let anything happen to you)

Her voice is broken, yet her eyes glow with fierce determination. Few hours ago, she entered Singhania Palace with hope. Her elder brother, Pratap Singh, had sent her a message.... a warm request, a call for reunion. He had written that he missed his sister, that he wanted her and her son to visit. Parthavi had believed him

After all, this was her maayka, the palace where she had grown up, the place where she laughed as a child, where she trusted every wall and every person. She came thinking she would find love and comfort here

But now those memories feel like cruel tricks. Because the truth she learned here has torn her soul apart. Behind the carved doors of the royal chamber, she had stood frozen as she overheard her brother speaking

His voice was cold, filled with ambition instead of love. And beside him was his royal minster...a father figure to Parthavi, the man who should have been a guardian. His words were sharp like knives.

"Ye baccha ek khatra hai, rajvanshi parivaar ka vanshaj zinda nahi rehna chahiye. Agar ye bada ho gaya to saari taakat hamaare haatho se chali jaegi, aaj raat usse khatam karna hoga...parthavi ke vansh ko khatm hona hoga"

(This child is a threat. The heir of Rajvanshi must not live. If he grows, all power will slip from our hands. Tonight, it must end. Parthavi’s line must end)

Those words still ring in her ears like a curse. Her heart had stopped beating for a moment. Her brother...her own blood had betrayed her. whose blessing her son deserved, had raised the dagger of death instead

Her knees had almost buckled when she heard it. But she did not collapse. Something greater than fear rose inside her the instinct of a mother. She had run, clutching her baby, covering him with her shawl. She did not wait for explanations

She did not wait to see who else stood against her. She only knew one truth....she had to save her son. Now, in the endless corridors of Singhania Palace, she searches for escape. The golden lamps on the walls blur through her tears

She remembers how she used to walk here with her brother, carefree, her laughter echoing. Now every corner feels like a trap. Her lehenga, embroidered with red and gold, tangles at her feet. The ornaments in her hair clink as she moves, her long braid swings wildly

She curses herself for not wearing something simple, something lighter. But she had come as a sister, not as a fugitive. She had come with trust, not with weapons. The child stirs again, his lips forming a faint cry. Parthavi rocks him gently even as she runs, whispering

"Nahi beta tum nahi ro sakte, tum rajvanshi parivaar ke vanshaj ho aur tumhe bade hokar bahut bada yoddha banna hai aur ek yodha kabhi aansu nahi bahata"

(No beta, you cannot cry. You are a descendant of a rajvanshi family and you have to become a great warrior when you grow up. A warrior never sheds tears)

Her tears fall on his soft cheeks, but she keeps moving. Behind her, faint noises grow louder. Footsteps....Voices....Guards. They are searching for her. She knows they will block the main gates, they will search every corridor

The palace that once welcomed her now hunts her like a prisoner. Her mind races. Where can she go? How can she escape? She remembers the secret passage behind the old temple inside the palace grounds

As children, she and Pratap had discovered it, laughing, swearing to keep it a secret. Now that very passage might be her only hope. The irony burns her heart... the brother who betrayed her may still unknowingly help her survive

She quickens her pace, ignoring the pain in her feet, ignoring the weight of the lehenga pulling her down. Her arms ache from holding her son so tightly, but she refuses to let go

Each step is a prayer, each breath a promise. The black shawl flutters behind her like a shadow of despair. The marble under her feet feels colder than ever, as if the palace itself has turned against her

She turns a corner sharply, her eyes searching desperately for that one door, that one hidden crack in the wall that will lead her to safety. Her heart pounds as the voices draw closer

She can almost hear pratap's commanding tone, almost feel her brother’s betrayal cutting into her back. But she keeps running.

Parthavi Rajvanshi.... queen of the Rajvanshi empire, is no longer just a ruler tonight. She is a mother who refuses to bow to fate, who refuses to let her child’s blood stain the marble floors of Singhania Palace

And as she runs, with her son pressed to her chest, one truth burns brighter than the fear chasing her she will fight the whole world if she must, but her child will live. She knows one truth her son...Vivan Rajvanshi, must live. The empire’s throne belongs to him. The enemies can tear her apart, but they will never touch him

The night sky stretches over Singhania Palace, painted in silver by the moon. The cold wind brushes against the tall pillars and rustles through the heavy curtains of the royal balcony

Standing there, motionless, is Pratap Singhania, the ruler of the Singhania kingdom. His hands rest on the stone railing, his eyes fixed on the kingdom that spreads endlessly in front of him

But his gaze is blank. His face shows no emotion, no warmth, no smile. His mind is lost in a storm of thoughts. The palace, the soldiers, the glittering city under the moon all of it belongs to him.

Yet tonight, none of it feels like victory. Tonight, his heart carries only one shadow his sister.....Parthavi. The name alone makes his jaw tighten. She is the only family he had left, the sister he once protected with his life

Together, they had grown in these same palace walls. She was his laughter, his comfort, the one who tied rakhi on his wrist every year. But she is also the one who broke him

Pratap’s fingers curl tightly over the railing. His eyes remain blank, but the pain inside him burns hot. Parthavi had not just married someone without his consent she had run away with the enemy, the king of the Rajvanshi clan

A clan Singhania's had fought for generations, a clan that spilled Singhania blood on battlefields. And now, she had returned, not alone, but with a child in her arms. A child carrying Rajvanshi blood Pratap whispers under his breath, his voice heavy with bitterness

"Mai usse jaane ke liye maaf kar sakta hu, mai uss dubara apni bahen Maan sakta hu par mai uss bacche ko kabhi nahi apna sakta. Vo baccha ek rajvansh hai....hamaare dushmano ka khoon hai uske naso me. Agar vo bada hua to vo sab barbaad kar dega Jo Maine banaya hai"

(I can forgive her for leaving… I can accept her as my sister again. But I will never accept that child. That child is Rajvanshi… the blood of our enemy flows in his veins. If he grows, he will destroy everything I have built)

Behind him, soft footsteps echo. His wife, Kaushalya, steps onto the balcony. In her arms, she holds their one year old son...Devansh Singhania. The little boy’s cheeks are wet with tears, his cries muffled against his mother’s ches

Kaushalya gently rocks him, whispering soft words, but her eyes are fixed on her husband. Her gaze is full of worry. She knows the storm building in him. She says softly, her voice almost drowned by the wind.

"Pratap aap sirf hamaare pati nahi hai, aap yaha ke raja hai...kuch bhi karne se pehle soch lijiye. Vo baccha aapki bahen ka beta hai"

(Pratap....You are not only my husband… you are the ruler of this land. Think carefully before you do anything. That child is your sister’s son)

Pratap turns his head slightly, his eyes still cold and unreadable after hearing the words of his wife as he said

"Vo mere khoon nahi hai Kaushalya, vo ek rajvanshi hai. Uske khoon ka katra dushman ka hai. Agar vo bada hua to vo hamaare devansh ko chunauti dega. Vo singhania singhasan ko chunauti dega...jo mai nahi hone de sakta"

(He is not my blood, Kaushalya. He is Rajvanshi. Every drop in his body belongs to the enemy. If he grows, he will challenge my Devansh, he will challenge the Singhania throne. I cannot allow that)

The baby in Kaushalya’s arms lets out another soft cry, as if sensing the harshness in his father’s words. She hugs him tighter, pressing his head against her shoulder. Her eyes sting with tears

In the corner of the royal chamber, their older son, just three years old, plays with wooden toys. His laughter fills the room, innocent and carefree, untouched by the cruel politics of blood and kingdoms

He does not know that his father’s heart is heavy with the thought of killing his own nephew, that his mother is silently breaking as she watches Kaushalya looks from her playful elder son to the baby in her arms, then finally to her husband. Her voice trembles, but she dares to speak

“Tum apni behen ki god ka ujiyara bujha doge, Pratap? Uski aankhon mein jo aasra hai, usse chheen loge"

(Will you extinguish the light of your sister's lap, Pratap? You will take away the hope that is in her eyes)

Pratap’s lips tighten. His jaw hardens. His blank eyes drift back to the kingdom beyond the balcony. He remembers the night Parthavi ran away

The humiliation, the anger, the helplessness. He remembers how he had sworn never to forgive her. And yet, when she returned to Singhania Palace, he had looked at her once, and his heart had weakened

She was still his sister, still the girl who once tied rakhi on his hand with trembling fingers. But when his gaze had fallen on the child in her arms the heir of the Rajvanshi empire every wound had reopened

That boy was not just Parthavi’s son. He was the future of the Rajvanshi throne. A future that could destroy the Singhania's. Kaushalya’s voice pulls him back

“Pratap, ek raja ka farz sirf apne rajya ko bachana nahi hota… balki insaaf karna bhi hota hai. Ek maa ke doodh ki kasam, tum us masoom ko talwar ke neeche kaise rakh sakte ho"

(Pratap, the duty of a king is not only to protect his kingdom… but also to do justice. Swear on the milk of a mother, how can you put that innocent person under the sword)

Pratap turns to face her fully now. The torchlight falls across his sharp features, but his eyes remain blank, empty of mercy

“Raja dushman ka intezaar nahi karta, Kaushalya. Raja usse pehle hi khatam kar deta hai. Agar main aaj us Rajvanshi khoon ko zinda chhod dunga… toh kal mere apne bete ki gardan par uski talwar hogi"

(The king does not wait for the enemy, Kaushalya. The king kills him before that. If I leave that royal blood alive today… then tomorrow his sword will be on my son's neck)

Kaushalya’s grip on Devansh tightens until her knuckles turn pale. She lowers her eyes, unable to argue anymore, but her heart aches with fear

She looks at her baby’s innocent face, then at her elder son playing on the floor, and finally at her husband the man ready to stain his hands with the blood of his sister’s child

The wind howls louder, carrying the weight of silence between them. In the corner, the elder boy claps his hands, laughing at his toy. In Kaushalya’s arms, Devansh cries softly, his little fists curling in distress

And in the balcony, Pratap Singhania stands tall, staring blankly at the kingdom below, his mind carved with one cruel decision. He can forgive his sister

But he will never forgive the child in her arms. The child must die before he grows into the enemy that destiny promises

The sun is just rising in the sky, spreading a golden light over the small village that stands near the grand Rajvanshi Mansion. The air is fresh, filled with the sound of conch shells, bells, and the chanting of priests

The morning aarti of Mahadev is happening in the old temple that is decorated with flowers and incense sticks. Villagers are already gathered, folding their hands, their voices melting into the rhythm of the bhajans

At this very moment, at the far end of the dusty path that leads from the fields to the temple, a woman walks slowly. Her steps are heavy, but her arms hold the most precious thing in her life her small son...Vivan Rajvanshi

Parthavi looks weak, her face pale from struggles that only she knows. Yet, in her eyes, there is determination. She wears a simple saree, her hair loose, her feet bare, covered with dust as she puts them on the soil of the village after years

Every villager who sees her freezes. Women drop their brass pots filled with water, men whisper among themselves, and children stop playing, staring with wide eyes

“Yeh… yeh toh maharani Parthavi hai…”

(This… this is Maharani Parthavi…)

Whispers spread like fire. Nobody expected her return, especially like this tired, weak, but holding a child in her arms. Parthavi’s breathing is heavy. She hears the sound of the damru and bells from the temple, the priests chanting Mahadev’s name

Her heart skips a beat as she realizes what this means.... her husband, Akshat Rajvanshi, is there, performing the morning aarti. Her lips tremble, her steps slow down, but still she walks forward

Her body is giving up. She can feel her knees shake, her arms trembling while holding Vivan. The little boy clutches his mother’s saree tightly, his small hand wrapped around her finger

His big, innocent eyes look around at the crowd but then hide against his mother’s chest as if sensing her pain. A few villagers rush forward.

“Maharani ji, sambhaliye aapko"

(Maharani ji, take care of you)

“Hum baccha utha lete hain, aap thak gayi hongi.”

(I will pick up the child, you must be tired)

A man run towards her to hold the baby as another try to hold parthavi who is looking very weak But Parthavi raises her weak hand in front of them, stopping them. Her voice is low but steady

"Nahi… main theek hoon. Mujhe… mujhe mandir tak jaana hai.”

(No… I am fine. I… I have to go to the temple)

Her refusal shocks them even more. People step back, folding their hands with respect. They know she carries not just herself but the dignity of the Rajvanshi family in that moment.

Slowly, with shaky legs, Parthavi climbs the stone steps of the temple. Each step feels like a mountain, but her determination is stronger than her weakness. Her son shifts in her arms, pressing his cheek against her shoulder, as if giving her strength

Inside, the morning aarti is at its peak. The temple is glowing with the light of diyas, the fragrance of sandalwood filling the air. The priest is ringing the big bell while chanting mantras

In the center stands Akshat Rajvanshi, tall and dignified, dressed in a white kurta with a saffron angavastra on his shoulder. His hands move gracefully as he circles the aarti plate before the Shivling, his deep voice chanting prayers to Mahadev

For a moment, Parthavi just stands at the entrance, her body trembling, but her eyes fixed on her husband. A lump forms in her throat. Her vision blurs with tears. The crowd inside notices her first. The music falters as whispers echo

Akshat, absorbed in prayer, senses something unusual. The murmurs disturb his focus. He turns slowly, holding the aarti plate in his hand. The flame’s light flickers across his sharp face, but then his eyes land on her . His heart stops. The plate slips from his hand, the ghee lamp falling on the stone floor, scattering sparks.

“Parthavi…”

He whispers, his voice breaking. His eyes widen in shock as he sees her weak, trembling, but standing there, holding a child. The crowd goes silent, their eyes shifting from Akshat to Parthavi, from Parthavi to the child

Parthavi’s lips part, but no words come out. She takes another shaky step forward. Vivan, sensing his father’s gaze, clutches his mother’s finger tighter, hiding his face

Akshat doesn’t wait another second. He rushes forward, his heartbeat echoing in his ears. In just a few strides, he is in front of her. He looks at her pale face, at the exhaustion in her body, and then at the small boy in her arms. His throat tightens

“Parthavi...Tum… tum yahan?!”

(Parthavi....you...you here)

Akshat’s voice is heavy with shock and emotion. He extends his hands, almost afraid to touch her as if she might disappear. Parthavi sways slightly, her knees buckling, but she manages to whisper

“Akshat…”

before she stumbles. In that instant, Akshat catches her. One arm around her shoulder, the other supporting his son, he holds them both tightly. His strong frame shields her weakness. His eyes sting with unshed tears as he looks at her

“Tum kitni kamzor kyu ho… yeh haal kaise hua tumhara?”

(Why are you so weak… how did this happen to you)

He says, his voice trembling, filled with pain and anger at the same time. The little boy, Vivan, slowly lifts his head and looks at Akshat with curious eyes. Parthavi leans her head weakly against Akshat’s chest, whispering

"Akshat tumne sahi kaha tha, mere bhai ab mujhse pyaar nahi karta. Unhone apne badle ke liye mujhe vaha bulaya tha taaki vo hamaare vivan ko maar sake "

(Akshat you were right, my brother does not love me anymore. He called me there to take revenge so that he could kill our vivan)

Akshat get shocked after hearing the words of his wife, he thought maybe Pratap forgot all those things and wanted to get together like family when he sent the message of invitation for parthavi

But he was wrong, he look at his son in her arms who is smiling at them not knowing that his life is in danger. Parthavi slowly get up and walk towards the shivling as Akshat helped her

She slowly put vivan infront of shivling making everyone stare at her with a shocking expression, vivan stare at the god himself with a smile than parthavi said

"Hee Mahadev maine hamesha aapki pooja ki hai, aaj mere khud ke bhai ne mere bete ko maarne ki koshish ki. Aaj mai ek maa bankar aapke saamne khadi hu

Aap vidhata ho... Jo aap chahte ho vahi hota hai, aapko mere bete vivan rajvanshi ke haatho singhania khandaan ka vinash likhna hoga..... "

(Hey Mahadev, I have always worshipped you, today my own brother tried to kill my son. Today I am standing in front of you as a mother

You are the creator... what you want will happen, you will have to write the destruction of Singhania family in the hands of my son Vivan Rajvanshi... )

Akshat get shocked after hearing the words of his wife who is standing infront of the god as a mother not as the daughter of singhania family, not as the sister of pratap singhania who wanted to kill her son

"Agar maine apni puri zindagi me koi bhi accha kaam kiya hoga to uske liye mere bete ko aashirwad dijiye ki vo aisa Insaan banega jisse kabhi koi nahi hara paega....aisa insaan jiske khoon ke har kad me..... Barbaadi hogi.... dushmano ki barbaadi"

(If I have done any good deed in my entire life then please bless my son for that that he will become such a person whom no one will ever be able to defeat... such a person who's every blood cell wil have destruction... destruction of all his enemy's)

The crowd get shocked after hearing her words, how can a mother ask the god to bless her son to become a heartless person who destroys others. Akshat hold her arms and said

"Ye tum kya keh rahi ho parthavi"

(What are you saying parthavi)

Parthavi slowly pick up her son who is smiling widely trying to touch his mother's face making her kiss his forehead, she look at her husband and said

"Mera beta kabhi nahi harega kisi se, Vivan Rajvanshi ek aisa Insaan banega jisse maut bhi daregi.... Vo kabhi dil se nahi sochega

Ye hamaare tarah nahi hoga Akshat..... Ye dushmano ke liye maut banega.... Ye rajvanshi parivaar ka sabse takatwar raja Banega..... "

(My son will never lose to anyone, Vivan Rajvanshi will become such a person that even death will get scared off... he will never think about anything from his heart

He will not be like us Akshat… he will become death for the enemies… he will become the most powerful king of the rajvanshi family )

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