The palace lay silent under the velvet night, yet the city beyond burned with celebration.
Fireworks streaked across the sky, echoing in the distant mountains like the heartbeat of a new era.
Inside Rathore Palace, the only sound was the rhythmic pulse of life growing within Ishita’s womb.
Aarav stood behind her, hands resting lightly over her belly, the twins’ heartbeats vibrating through both of them like a sacred drum.








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