Shivansh Raghuvansh was engrossed in his work, his sharp mind navigating through business reports and strategic plans in his plush office. The room exuded elegance, with its blend of contemporary and traditional Rajasthani décor. The rich mahogany furniture, intricately carved, and the warm hues of the tapestries added a regal touch. His desk was cluttered with files, each representing a different facet of the vast Raghuvansh business empire, which spanned real estate, malls, education, fashion designing, jewelry, and more.
As he signed off on yet another document, his phone rang. The ringtone was familiar, signaling a call from his best friend, Aman Rathore. A smile tugged at Shivansh's lips as he picked up the phone.
"Aman! What's up, buddy?" Shivansh greeted, his voice filled with warmth.
"Hey, Shivansh! Long time, no see. How's the royal life treating you?" Aman replied, his tone playful yet affectionate.
"Busy as always, but you know how it is," Shivansh chuckled. "What about you? How's everything going?"
"All good here. Actually, I have some big news to share," Aman said, his voice brimming with excitement.
"Do tell! I'm all ears," Shivansh urged, leaning back in his chair.
"Well, my little sister Priya is getting married! And you, my friend, have to be there with the whole family. No excuses!" Aman announced, his enthusiasm palpable.
Shivansh's heart swelled with happiness for Priya. He had known her since she was a child and considered her his own sister. "That's fantastic news, Aman! Congratulations to Priya. Of course, we'll all be there. Tell me about the lucky guy," Shivansh said, genuinely interested.
"His name is Ayush Khurana. He's a great guy—smart, kind, and he adores Priya. They're perfect for each other," Aman explained.
"That's great to hear. Priya deserves all the happiness in the world. So, when and where is the wedding?" Shivansh asked.
"It's going to be a destination wedding in Udaipur. We're planning a grand celebration, and I need you to come ahead of time to help out and, of course, to be part of all the festivities," Aman said.
"Absolutely, Aman. I wouldn't miss it for the world. Just let me know the dates, and we'll be there," Shivansh assured him.
"Thanks, Shivansh. It means a lot to me and my family. I'll send you all the details soon. Looking forward to seeing you," Aman said, his voice filled with gratitude.
"Same here, Aman. Give my best to Priya and the family. Talk to you soon," Shivansh said, ending the call.
Leaning back in his chair, Shivansh let out a contented sigh. He remembered the moments he had spent with Aman and Priya over the years. Aman was more than a friend; he was a brother, a constant presence in Shivansh's life. Their fathers had been best friends, and their mothers had shared a deep bond. Aman had practically grown up in the Raghuvansh palace, spending countless days and nights with Shivansh and his brothers.
After the tragic incident that claimed the lives of his grandmother, mother, and aunts, Aman had been Shivansh's rock. He had stood by Shivansh's side, offering unwavering support as Shivansh took on the immense responsibility of looking after his younger brothers and managing the family's vast business empire. Aman's presence had been a source of strength, a shoulder to lean on during the darkest times.
Priya was like a ray of sunshine in their lives. She was kind, spirited, and brought joy to everyone around her. She tied Rakhi on the brothers' wrists every year, solidifying her place in their hearts as their beloved sister. The thought of her getting married filled Shivansh with a mix of emotions—happiness for her new beginning and a touch of nostalgia for the times they had spent together.
As Shivansh reminisced, he was interrupted by a knock on his office door. It was his assistant, bringing in more documents for him to review. He thanked her and resumed his work, but his mind kept drifting back to the memories with Aman and Priya.
Later that evening, Shivansh returned home to the Raghuvansh palace. The grand structure, with its majestic arches and intricate carvings, stood as a testament to the family's rich heritage. Inside, the warmth of family and tradition enveloped him.
Dinner was a lively affair, with all the Raghuvansh men gathered around the table. His grandfather, Amendra Singh Raghuvansh, sat at the head, exuding wisdom and authority. His father, Arjun Raghuvansh, the current king, engaged in animated conversation with his brothers, Abhishek and Abhinav.
Shivansh's younger brother, Ekansh, and his cousins, Viraj, Abhiraj, Rihan, Rivaan, and the youngest, Dev, were also present. The absence of the women in their family was a painful reminder of their tragic past, but their bond as brothers remained strong.
"Shivansh, you seem lost in thought. Everything alright?" his grandfather asked, breaking into his reverie.
"Yes, Dadasa. I was just thinking about Aman's call. Priya is getting married, and he wants us all to be there," Shivansh replied, a smile spreading across his face.
"That's wonderful news! Priya is like a daughter to us. We must give her all our blessings," Amendra Singh said, his eyes twinkling with joy.
"Yes, she deserves all the happiness in the world," his father added, nodding in agreement.
"We should start planning our trip to Udaipur then. It's going to be a grand affair," Abhishek chimed in.
"You know how Aman is; he won't settle for anything less than perfect," Abhinav said with a chuckle.
The conversation flowed easily, filled with excitement and anticipation for the upcoming wedding. Shivansh's brothers teased him about finding someone special for himself, but he took it all in stride, his heart filled with warmth from the familial camaraderie.
After dinner, Shivansh retreated to his room, a luxurious space adorned with mementos from his travels and his family's rich history. He sat by the window, gazing at the moonlit courtyard, and allowed himself to be lost in thought.
He recalled the days when Aman and Priya used to visit the palace. They were more than just friends; they were family. Priya's laughter had echoed through the halls, and her presence had brought a sense of completeness to their home. Shivansh remembered the time Priya had tied a Rakhi on his wrist for the first time. He had promised to protect her always, and that promise held true to this day.
Aman had been there during the hardest moments of Shivansh's life. When the tragedy struck and the Raghuvansh men were left to pick up the pieces, Aman had been Shivansh's anchor. He had provided the support and strength that Shivansh needed to step into his role as the head of the family and the business.
Shivansh smiled, feeling a deep sense of gratitude for the bonds that had carried him through the toughest times. He thought about the upcoming wedding and the joy it would bring. It wasn't just about the celebration; it was about coming together as a family, cherishing the ties that bound them, and creating new memories.
The next day, Shivansh began preparations for their trip to Udaipur. He coordinated with his assistant to ensure that the business would run smoothly in his absence. The Raghuvansh empire was vast, but it was built on a foundation of trust and loyalty, qualities that Shivansh valued deeply.
In the evening, he gathered his brothers to discuss their travel plans. The excitement was palpable, with each brother eager to contribute to the wedding preparations. They planned everything meticulously, from their journey to the gifts they would bring for Priya.
As the days passed, Shivansh's anticipation grew. He was looking forward to reuniting with Aman and meeting Priya's fiancé, Ayush. From what Aman had told him, Ayush seemed like a great match for Priya, and Shivansh was eager to welcome him into their extended family.