Author's pov -

Kritagya- Bhabi maa we will start from main entrance of this palace.

He said me in a cheerful voice.

He is sweet , i turned to look Nayak bhaisaab yes this is what i will call him he is elder than all of us, he should be my jeth ji after marriage but i don't know why he is hell bend on calling me his Bhabi -sa.

As they were touring-

Roshni found herself in awe as she stepped into the grand entrance of the Suryavanshi Royal Palace, accompanied by Kritagya and Nayak. The palace, an architectural marvel, stood as a testament to the rich heritage and grandeur of the Suryavanshi lineage. Its intricate carvings and majestic facade were reminiscent of a bygone era, where artistry and craftsmanship reached their zenith.

As they entered the expansive entrance hall, Roshni marveled at the opulent chandeliers that hung from the high ceilings, casting a warm, golden glow across the room. The walls were adorned with exquisite tapestries depicting scenes from the kingdom's illustrious history, each telling a story of valor and glory.

This hall has witnessed many significant events of our family,every corner here holds a piece of our legacy.

- Kritagya explained with pride.

Moving into the courtyard, Roshni was greeted by the sight of lush gardens that were meticulously maintained. The fragrance of blooming jasmine and roses filled the air, creating a serene and inviting atmosphere. Marble fountains added a tranquil soundscape, their gentle cascades contributing to the courtyard's peaceful ambiance.

The courtyard is one of my favorite places,it's where I come to reflect and find peace amidst the chaos.

- Nayak admitted, a hint of nostalgia in his voice

Roshni's eyes widened as they entered the Durbar Hall, a room of immense splendor where the royals once held court. The hall was grand, with its richly decorated ceiling and towering columns. The royal throne, intricately carved and adorned with precious stones, sat majestically at the center, a symbol of the family's enduring influence.

This is where our ancestors made decisions that shaped the course of history,it's a reminder of the responsibilities we carry.

- Kritagya noted, gesturing towards the throne.

The tour concluded with a visit to the palace's museum, where Roshni was given a glimpse into the rich traditions and customs of the Suryavanshi family. The museum housed an array of historical artifacts, from royal garments and jewels to ancient manuscripts and ceremonial items, each piece narrating a fragment of the family's storied past.

-Every item here holds a story, a connection to our roots. It's important to remember where we come from.

-Kritagya shared, his voice filled with reverence.

As Roshni took in the splendor of the Suryavanshi Royal Palace, she felt a deep appreciation for the history and legacy that surrounded her. The tour was not just a journey through the palace, but a journey through time, offering her a deeper understanding of the family's enduring heritage and the world they inhabited.

As the tour continued, Roshni was shown the private chambers, each room reflecting the personal tastes and histories of its occupants. The rooms were luxurious yet retained a sense of warmth and intimacy. Ornate furniture, antique artifacts, and family portraits added character and depth to the spaces.

- These chambers have seen so much-joy, sorrow, and everything in between. They are a testament to the lives lived within these walls.

- Nayak said softly.

- Now bhabi maa, waittt i will call you bhabi maa or bhabi -sa no saying no in between. I will not call your name ,kyuki rishte main toh aap humari bhabi maa lagti hai haauiiii

- Kritagya said in breath while imitating amitabh bacchan's dialogue.

Nayak shook his head in embarrassment, while roshni looked at him with awkward smile.

-Okay... okay, Kuwarsa .I think we are getting late. Maybe you should inform Yuvraj Ji. I will take my leave now.

Roshni said her voice a mix of urgency and resolve.

But Nayak and Kritagya had other plans , they swiftly blocked her path and pointed towards one of the private chamber but it looks quite different from other rooms, and it didn't take roshni seconds to guess whose room was that.

- No no thanks Kuwarsa Nayak and Kuwarsa Kritagya i am leaving.

Roshni said in hurried tone.

Nayak took a step back controlling his laugh and Kritagya took the lead , he took roshni's hand and took her inside his room.

- Kuwarsa please, i will scream no.

Roshni knows he is just joking , she saw how he was interacting with everyone on the lunch and also while showing the palace , she was at ease but also don't want to face samrat right now.

Kritagya halted in his place gave her a salute and ran away leaving her completely baffled at her please.

Samrat room has automatic door lock system and also his room has sound system(Speaker), Kritagya connected his Bluetooth with it and started playing the song:-

बाहर से कोई अन्दर न आ सके

अन्दर से कोई बाहर न जा सके

सोचो कभी ऐसा हो तो क्या हो

सोचो कभी ऐसा हो तो क्या हो

हम तुम, एक कमरे में बन्द हों

और चाभी खो जाये

हम तुम, एक कमरे में बन्द हों

और चाभी खो जाये

Roshni's heart raced as she found herself locked inside the room belonging to Samrat, his brothers' actions leaving her feeling both anxious and trapped. The suddenness of the situation caught her off guard, and the sound of running water from the bathroom only added to her mounting tension. She tried to steady her breathing, wondering what his brothers were thinking by orchestrating such a setup.

Just as she was grappling with her swirling emotions, the bathroom door swung open, revealing Samrat clad only in a towel and white vest. The sight was unexpected, and for a brief moment, Roshni was at a loss for words. Samrat's presence, albeit , carried an undeniable air of authority and nonchalance. His surprise at finding Roshni in his room was evident, yet he maintained his composure.

- Roshni ji aap I didn't expect company.

Samrat said, his voice a mixture of curiosity and calm.

"I-I'm sorry, Yuvraj ji . I didn't mean to intrude. Your brothers locked me in here.

-Roshni, finding her voice replied.

- No need to apologize. Let's figure out how to get you out of here.

Understanding the situation, Samrat offered a reassuring smile.

He walked inside his wardrobe to change the clothes .With Samrat's momentarily absent, Roshni's curiosity got the better of her. She took a few tentative steps forward, her eyes drawn to the intricate details of the room. A grand bookshelf lined one wall, filled with an eclectic mix of ancient texts and contemporary novels. It spoke of a mind that valued knowledge and a heart that sought wisdom.

Before Roshni could delve deeper into the treasures of the room, he returned back soon.

- I think kritgaya has taken the door key with him as well, but no worries my mobile has the password.

Samrat said assuring her.

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her outfit

Her deep maroon color saree consists of a long piece of draped fabric, typically made of silk, cotton, or other materials(as your own imagination )

that is wrapped around her body,

it's paired with a matching blouse. The blouse is a short, fitted top that exposes part of the midriff and back. The saree is draped in a way that accentuates the Roshni's figure.

Ps. I wanted to write a fml whose body shape is realistic and weight too. (because i am chubby too and i am proud of it)

She weighs around 60kg has a chubby and cute body type or maybe you can use your own imagination.

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His outfit

His outfit -

white vest and high-waisted, light-colored trousers, likely khakis. This combination is a classic and versatile look The overall aesthetic is clean and minimalist, with a focus on comfortable and well-fitting pieces. This outfit is reminiscent of the 80s and 90s style, with a modern twist.

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As Samrat was about to open the door, the unexpected happened. As Roshni move to her side to give him space to walk towards the door, she caught up in the elegance of her saree, found herself losing balance. Just as she was about to fall, Samrat's strong arms caught her, preventing what could have been an embarrassing moment.

The moment was suspended in time; droplets of water from Samrat's wet hair gently sprinkled onto Roshni's face. Each droplet seemed to carry with it a hint of the cool, refreshing rain, making her breath hitch in a mixture of surprise and something else she couldn't quite understand.

[A/N - Water droplets ne bana di jodi.]

Their eyes met, and in that fleeting moment, there was an unspoken connection, a spark that neither could ignore. Samrat's gaze held a mix of amusement and concern.

Roshni's thoughts were momentarily interrupted by the glint of the silver chain that dangled before her eyes. It swayed gently, catching the light and casting tiny reflections around the room. This simple piece of jewelry evoked a vivid memory-a fan edit she had once come across. In that edit, a fan had held a chain similar to this one, brushing it across her face while lost in thoughts about her favorite celebrity. The scene had been charged with an intensity that bordered on the R-rated, a testament to the power of imagination and the allure of the unknown.

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-Are you alright?

Samrat asked, his voice a blend of warmth and reassurance.

Yes, thank you YUVRAJ JI. I'm just a bit clumsy today.

Roshni nodded, finally finding her voice.

- Aap phir se hume yuvraj bolne lagi?

Humara naam samrat hai , vo boliye na aap.

Samrat frowned, complaints to her like a toddler.

- But how dare i, what if Rani-sa came to know about it?

Roshni was scared about the outcome of calling him by his name.

-Okay then, stay like this forever in my arms, actually mere baahon ko aap aapna ghar ghosit kar dijiye kyuki hum aapko tab tak nahi chodenge jab tak aap hume samrat nahi bolte hai.

Samrat, with a firm tone and a determined expression, held her tightly, pulling her closer , making her soft bossom touch his tone chest, making her hiyched her breath.

Both of them hold their breath.

[Okay then, stay like this forever in my arms, in fact you should declare my arms as your home because I will not leave you until you call me Samrat.]

Roshni found herself in an unexpected situation. The warmth of his skin against hers was both surprising and unsettling, as she tried to comprehend the whirlwind of emotions coursing through her.

She put both of her hands gently on his chest pushing him away to create some space between them, but samrat has other plans he pulled her closer again.

- H--- hum chila denge koi ajayega to galat matalb sochega yuvraj ji.

She said to him while starring into his eyes timidly.

[ i will shout and if someone will come in here , they will think it in a different way]

- Then shout and by the way this room is soundproof.

He said to her while giving her a naughty smile.

She wasn't idiot to understand the situation.

Ishaanvi sahi bolti hai mard hamesha bahana dhunte hai humare kareeb ane ka.

(Ishaanvi was right, men always find excuse to come closer to us )

She said in her mind.

Then suddenly an idea pop up her mind.

She flattered her eyelashes shyly while saying-

Oh, so your room is soundproof, but the real question is, Yuvraj ji, are your ears soundproof too?"

-What?

Smarat asked he was genuinely confused.

She loudly shouted in his ears making him loose his hold on her.

She stumbled a little but balnced herself.

- i was kidding.

Samrat said while rubbing his ears.

Roshni gave him wide eye smile.

- Hawww really but your grip was too tight chipku surayavanshi ji

- What chipku?

Samrat was confused about this word

Roshni was about to reply to him but something caught her attention from the windows of his room, it looked like a shadow of someone or maybe a person hiding behind dark color clothes. She couldn't see anything clearly but when she remembered his room on 3rf floor , a goosebumps shot up in her bones.

She quickly ran with all her might and knocking the door really hard.

The reason of her getting scared like this is because, she saw in old movies how some royal families has ghost in their Royal Palace.

- Mummy bachaoooo , mujhe marna nahi hai abhi toh mere dreams bhi poore nahi hue hai.

She shouted while knocking really hard on the door.

Samrat didn't understand what was going on with her but he calmed himself down and use his phone to unlock the door.

Correction- i realised i have to make some changes in her dream part , she already did MBA that's how she will get Job in HR department. So i will edit that part and clarify in next part)

Fin.