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🔥 In Rathoure Mansion, the afternoon light spilled lazily through the tall windows. The boys—Kabir, Zayan, and Advik—were sprawled across the couch, phones in hand, scrolling in that half-bored, half-curious way. The room was quiet… until Kabir suddenly sat up straight.

“What the f*ck!” he shouted, loud enough to startle even the maid passing by.

Zayan frowned. “Bro, what happened?”

Kabir didn’t answer at first, just turned his screen toward them. And there it was—Innya’s new Instagram post.

The photo glowed on the screen: Ved and Innya, caught mid-laughter, running through a garden, sunlight chasing them. Ved’s shirt was smeared with cake, and Innya—**her face streaked with frosting, holding a half-eaten piece in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other—**looked radiant.

The caption read softly beneath it:
“Messy birthdays are the best ones 🎂☕✨”

The boys stared, expressions shifting from disbelief to something darker—a quiet, simmering jealousy that no one wanted to admit.

Zayan leaned back with a sigh, muttering, “Unbelievable…”

Advik clenched his jaw, eyes flicking to the photo again before locking his phone.

Kabir exhaled sharply, tossing his phone on the couch.

The silence in the living room stretched, thick and heavy after Kabir’s outburst.
Zayan leaned forward, squinting at the screen again as if he hadn’t seen right.
The post was still there—Innya laughing, chasing Ved, her face dusted with cake and sunlight, pure joy frozen in pixels.

Kabir huffed. “Unbelievable. She didn’t even tell us it was her birthday.”

Advik, who had been quiet till now, muttered under his breath but loud enough to sting

“She behaves rudely with us… but she plays with Ved.”

That line hit harder than any shout. Zayan’s eyes flicked toward him, then away. None of them said anything. They didn’t have to—the jealousy said it all.

One by one, they rose from the couch. Phones locked. Faces blank.
Their footsteps echoed through the corridor as each disappeared into his own chamber, the weight of that single post following behind.

The mansion returned to silence, but it wasn’t peaceful—

it was the kind that hums with something unsaid.

The next morning, Rathoure Mansion shimmered like a dream 👑✨

Golden drapes swayed softly in the breeze, chandeliers glittered like stars, and the sweet scent of lilies floated through the hall 🌸 The marble floors gleamed, reflecting the glow of the morning sun—it was pure royal magic.

Down the staircase came the boys—
Kabir in a deep royal blue suit 💙
Zayan in ivory silk 🤍
and Advik in sharp black 🖤
They looked every bit like princes from an old tale—poured, elegant, yet quiet.

Guests started arriving, their laughter echoing against the tall ceilings.
The air buzzed with energy, music playing softly in the background 🎶

But even amid the chatter and smiles, everyone’s eyes kept drifting toward the main gate 👀
Waiting. Watching. Hoping.

Still… no sign of Innya.

A flicker of disappointment passed through the crowd.
Eshan turned to Myra, his tone laced with curiosity,
“Aunty… when will Innya come?”

Myra smiled faintly, smoothing her saree.
“She will come, beta. She’s on her way.”

Just then, the air shifted—a new murmur rippled through the crowd as everyone turned toward the entrance again.

There, walking in with calm grace, were Karan and Siya—Ved’s parents. 💫
Myra stepped forward instantly, her face lighting up.

“Siya, where’s Innya?” she asked softly.

Siya smiled, a glint of knowing in her eyes.
“They both are coming  together.” 🌹

And then—

the soft sound of heels echoed through the grand hall.

Every head turned toward the gate.
The chandeliers caught the light just right, and there she was—
Innya.

She wore a sky-blue royal gown that shimmered like calm water under moonlight 💎✨
The fabric flowed as she walked, brushing the floor with quiet grace. A silver tiara rested gently in her hair, and every step she took felt like it belonged to another world.

Beside her, Ved walked in sync—black suit, crisp and regal, a calm smile touching his lips. Together, they looked like a scene pulled straight from a royal painting—elegant, composed, untouchable.

They moved through the crowd, smiling, greeting, wishing everyone warmly. The guests were enchanted—whispers filled the hall, phones lifted to capture the moment 📸

But when Innya turned toward the boys—
the warmth in her smile faded.

Her eyes met theirs briefly; a flicker of coldness passed.
“Hello,” she said, her voice polite but distant.
Then she turned away and moved to the couch, her gown trailing behind like silk smoke.

The boys stayed frozen for a second, caught between awe and hurt.
She was breathtaking, glowing with confidence and calm—
yet her tone cut sharper than they expected.

Still, they couldn’t look away.
Quietly, almost helplessly, they walked over and sat beside her, the air thick with unsaid words.

Between them lingering silence—
not empty, but full of everything they wished they could say. 💭

The moment sat heavy—like unspoken thunder before the rain. ⛈️

Ved, ever the calm in her storm, glanced at Innya. She sat straight, chin high, eyes fixed ahead—the picture of royal indifference. 👑

The boys shuffled beside her, stealing glances like kids caught in trouble.
Advik leaned toward Kabir, whispering, “Bro… she’s acting like we’re invisible.”
Kabir sighed, half annoyed, half smitten. “Yeah… invisible but still dying to orbit her.” 💔

Before Ved could say anything, a soft voice echoed across the hall—
“Innya, darling!”

Everyone turned. It was Mr. Kapoor, one of the high-profile guests, a close friend of the Rathores. His wife waved her hand elegantly, motioning for Innya to come over.

Innya stood, her gown flowing like waves, and turned to Ved. He gave a small nod—the kind of silent approval only he could give. She smiled faintly and walked away, her perfume lingering in the air like a secret. 🌸

The boys watched her go—every step she took, every strand of hair that danced against the lights—and they knew something had shifted.
Not just the night… but the space between them and her.

Ved leaned back on the couch, crossed his arms, and said softly,
“Careful, boys… fire looks beautiful—until you get close.” 🔥

The music rose again, laughter filled the air, but the boys?
They were stuck in silence, watching the girl who once smiled freely now rule the room with poise and distance.

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