Talab - Chapter 32: Chapter 32
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The air was filled with the echo of sacred mantras, and the scent of sandalwood and roses lingered under the palace dome. Pandit ji chanted non-stop, his rhythmic voice reverberating through the grand courtyard.
For the people gathered, it was nothing less than witnessing heaven itself — the royal wedding of Hukum Saa, Abhimaan Rajvansh, the man of principles, silence, and storm.
But for him, this wasn't just any royal union.
It was the day he was marrying the love of his life — Ruhanika Singhania, who would now be Ruhanika Abhimaan Rajvansh, his queen, his rooh, his lifeline.
The world was shocked when Abhimaan made the announcement.
Especially his parents, who had never seen him as anything more than a burden — arrogant, cold, and ruthless.
They couldn't understand how someone like him could be loved.
But no one dared to question Hukum Saa Abhimaan Rajvansh.
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Flashback – 17 Years Ago
A seven-year-old Abhimaan was returning from his intense sword training when he heard a faint cry from the palace gardens. His heart dropped at the sound.
He ran in its direction and saw a small girl in a white frock, trembling as a barking dog towered over her. Without hesitation, he charged forward, his presence enough to make the dog retreat in fear.
The girl, barely three, had pink cheeks and teary eyes. She immediately clung to him like a scared little monkey. He gently whispered comforting words, patting her back until her sobs slowed.
She pulled back slightly and stared into his eyes.
"You're my king, right? You protected me! Mommy says kings always protect their queens. Thank you, my king."
It was the first time in his life someone had called him that — king, with love, not fear.
He smiled gently. "What's my queen's name?"
She giggled through her tears. "Ruhanika!"
He chuckled. "I'll call you Rooh... my Rooh. I'm Abhimaan."
She frowned. "Abmaan? It's difficult. I'll call you Maan!"
She clapped her hands joyfully. "Maan! Today's my birthday! Will you come?"
How could he say no to that innocent face?
He went. He celebrated.
For once, he laughed.
Her parents, unaware of his pain, adored Hukum Saa and felt it was a blessing to host the future king.
But his happiness had always been short-lived.
That night, when he returned home late — he was met with sharp words and harsher hands.
His parents made sure he never forgot: he was a burden.
⸻
Present – Wedding Mandap
His thoughts broke as Pandit ji declared,
"Aj se aap dono pati-patni hue. Badhai ho. Now take blessings from the elders."
Rooh looked at him with teary, joy-filled eyes.
They took everyone's blessings — except his parents. They were royally ignored.
⸻
Palace Welcome Ceremony
The new Rani was welcomed with grandeur and warmth by his cousins. Flowers rained, music echoed, and smiles bloomed.
Inside the palace — now their room — Rooh sat at the center of the bed, heart pounding. Nervous. Excited.
Outside, Maan was being teased by his cousins for post-wedding rituals.
But one sharp glare from Hukum Saa, and they ran off like frightened deer.
He entered the room, and his heart softened at the sight.
His innocent Rooh, wrapped in red and gold, glowing like the moon, waiting only for him.
He knelt in front of her and gently lifted her veil.
She blushed, lowering her eyes.
He took her tiny hands in his strong ones, kissed her forehead, and whispered,
"My Rooh..."
Then, lovingly, he said,
"Rooh, I know you'd never say no to your Maan. But tonight, I don't wish to consummate. You must be tired... and I never want my queen to be more tired. Let me help you undress."
Tears pooled in her eyes — not of sadness, but love. She threw herself into his arms.
"Maan... I love you. Till the moon and back."
He smiled against her temple.
"I won't say 'I love you,' because those three words are too small to hold what I feel for you, my noor."
Piece by piece, he undressed her — removing every heavy ornament with care.
With each piece he removed, he kissed the skin it had bruised. Her dupatta, her jewelry, her waistband — all fell softly onto the floor, while her breath hitched under his touch.
She clutched her lehenga tight, hiding her shyness, her moans, her emotions.
He was her strength. And she, his entire being.
⸻
Meanwhile, In the Royal Chamber
"Did you see that, Raj?" spat Tara, the queen, in fury.
"Your useless son ignored us like we were dirt! I wish I had another son. I would've made him king!"
Raj, sipping wine with a cruel smile, replied,
"Don't worry, Tara. I'm still alive. I know exactly how to ruin his happiness. Just wait and watch..."
For the people gathered, it was nothing less than witnessing heaven itself — the royal wedding of Hukum Saa, Abhimaan Rajvansh, the man of principles, silence, and storm.
But for him, this wasn't just any royal union.
It was the day he was marrying the love of his life — Ruhanika Singhania, who would now be Ruhanika Abhimaan Rajvansh, his queen, his rooh, his lifeline.
The world was shocked when Abhimaan made the announcement.
Especially his parents, who had never seen him as anything more than a burden — arrogant, cold, and ruthless.
They couldn't understand how someone like him could be loved.
But no one dared to question Hukum Saa Abhimaan Rajvansh.
⸻
Flashback – 17 Years Ago
A seven-year-old Abhimaan was returning from his intense sword training when he heard a faint cry from the palace gardens. His heart dropped at the sound.
He ran in its direction and saw a small girl in a white frock, trembling as a barking dog towered over her. Without hesitation, he charged forward, his presence enough to make the dog retreat in fear.
The girl, barely three, had pink cheeks and teary eyes. She immediately clung to him like a scared little monkey. He gently whispered comforting words, patting her back until her sobs slowed.
She pulled back slightly and stared into his eyes.
"You're my king, right? You protected me! Mommy says kings always protect their queens. Thank you, my king."
It was the first time in his life someone had called him that — king, with love, not fear.
He smiled gently. "What's my queen's name?"
She giggled through her tears. "Ruhanika!"
He chuckled. "I'll call you Rooh... my Rooh. I'm Abhimaan."
She frowned. "Abmaan? It's difficult. I'll call you Maan!"
She clapped her hands joyfully. "Maan! Today's my birthday! Will you come?"
How could he say no to that innocent face?
He went. He celebrated.
For once, he laughed.
Her parents, unaware of his pain, adored Hukum Saa and felt it was a blessing to host the future king.
But his happiness had always been short-lived.
That night, when he returned home late — he was met with sharp words and harsher hands.
His parents made sure he never forgot: he was a burden.
⸻
Present – Wedding Mandap
His thoughts broke as Pandit ji declared,
"Aj se aap dono pati-patni hue. Badhai ho. Now take blessings from the elders."
Rooh looked at him with teary, joy-filled eyes.
They took everyone's blessings — except his parents. They were royally ignored.
⸻
Palace Welcome Ceremony
The new Rani was welcomed with grandeur and warmth by his cousins. Flowers rained, music echoed, and smiles bloomed.
Inside the palace — now their room — Rooh sat at the center of the bed, heart pounding. Nervous. Excited.
Outside, Maan was being teased by his cousins for post-wedding rituals.
But one sharp glare from Hukum Saa, and they ran off like frightened deer.
He entered the room, and his heart softened at the sight.
His innocent Rooh, wrapped in red and gold, glowing like the moon, waiting only for him.
He knelt in front of her and gently lifted her veil.
She blushed, lowering her eyes.
He took her tiny hands in his strong ones, kissed her forehead, and whispered,
"My Rooh..."
Then, lovingly, he said,
"Rooh, I know you'd never say no to your Maan. But tonight, I don't wish to consummate. You must be tired... and I never want my queen to be more tired. Let me help you undress."
Tears pooled in her eyes — not of sadness, but love. She threw herself into his arms.
"Maan... I love you. Till the moon and back."
He smiled against her temple.
"I won't say 'I love you,' because those three words are too small to hold what I feel for you, my noor."
Piece by piece, he undressed her — removing every heavy ornament with care.
With each piece he removed, he kissed the skin it had bruised. Her dupatta, her jewelry, her waistband — all fell softly onto the floor, while her breath hitched under his touch.
She clutched her lehenga tight, hiding her shyness, her moans, her emotions.
He was her strength. And she, his entire being.
⸻
Meanwhile, In the Royal Chamber
"Did you see that, Raj?" spat Tara, the queen, in fury.
"Your useless son ignored us like we were dirt! I wish I had another son. I would've made him king!"
Raj, sipping wine with a cruel smile, replied,
"Don't worry, Tara. I'm still alive. I know exactly how to ruin his happiness. Just wait and watch..."
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