This story is , set in the royal state of Kishangarh, Rajasthan. The story begins like this: Nishchal Kashyap, who had always lived with her parents in Delhi, found her life completely changed today.
Nishchal's mother's name was Vani, and her father's name was Aman Kashyap. Her father was a prominent businessman in Delhi. Her family included her mother, father, and younger sister, Nibhana, who was two years younger than her.
Being the elder sibling, Nishchal had matured beyond her years, largely due to her father. He ensured that she received the best education and exposure. She excelled in every skill and had always been loved more than her sister, which made her feel deeply attached to her parents, much more than a regular child would.
She loved her parents unconditionally. Out of respect for her father's wishes, she pursued management as her career after finishing high school. She earned an MBA from IIM Delhi and started her own business. From her college years till now, countless boys had proposed to her, but adhering to her father's advice, she ignored them all, breaking many hearts along the way.
Nishchal had never lived her life like a regular child. Her entire life revolved around fulfilling her father's dreams. Nishchal was breathtakingly beautiful, with milky white skin, green eyes whose origins were a mystery, pink lips, and sharp features.
As beautiful as she was, she was equally dangerous. Her demeanor was cold, and she spoke very little, which made people hesitant to approach her. She rarely talked directly to anyone, earning her a reputation for being cold-hearted. But in front of her parents, she was a loving daughter, a caring sister, and an incredibly kind person, which was perhaps true, as Nishchal's nature also included a deep sense of compassion.
Today was Nishchal's 24th birthday. Everyone was overjoyed, but their happiness was disrupted by Netra Rathore, the queen of Kishangarh, Rajasthan. Early in the morning, when Nishchal and her sister had gone to the temple, Queen Netra Rathore arrived.
She claimed that Nishchal was her daughter. Nishchal, who had just entered the house, was stunned to hear the woman's words.
In an angry voice, Nishchal asked, "Who are you? And what nonsense are you talking about?"
Her tone clearly reflected her displeasure.
Queen Netra said, "I am telling the truth. You are my daughter. If you don't believe me, I am ready to provide evidence."
Looking at the queen, Nishchal turned to her parents and asked, "Mom, Dad, why are you both silent? Tell this woman that she's lying. You are my parents, and I am your daughter. Say something, Mom!"
With tears in her eyes, Netra replied, "They won't say anything, child, because they didn't give birth to you. I did. In fact, they took you away from me."
Nishchal, raising her voice further, said, "I don't want to hear a word from you unless I ask. Don't speak in front of me!"
Netra, too, raised her voice, "I will speak. I am your mother, and that's the truth. You are my daughter, and you will come with me today. I know you won't believe me easily, but look into my eyes once, and you will know the truth."
Unwillingly, Nishchal looked into Netra's eyes. She froze in place. Her green eyes were just like Nishchal's. Now Nishchal was confused and kept staring at her parents. Meanwhile, Netra handed her an envelope. Nishchal opened it curtly. Inside were pictures of six-year-old Nishchal playing in Netra's lap and a maternity test report confirming that Nishchal was Netra's daughter.
Nishchal still didn't want to believe it because, for her, only her mom and dad mattered. She didn't care about the rest of the world. She still wanted to hear the truth from her parents.
Vani, who had raised Nishchal for 18 years, was in tears, and Aman stood silently with his head bowed. Seeing her mother cry, Nishchal felt like she was losing all her strength.
Gathering some courage, Aman came forward, held Nishchal's face in his hands, and said emotionally, "I know, my child... you won't understand this right now. You are our daughter, even though we didn't give birth to you. We raised you. You are our Kanha, and your mom is Yashoda, and I am Nand. But there's another truth too. You have another life and some responsibilities.
"Today, we will tell you the whole truth. Nishchal, you are Nishchal Rathore, the princess of Kishangarh. We didn't know your father. We met him during an accident where someone was trying to kill him. You were with him. We couldn't save him, but he entrusted you to us and made us promise to take care of you forever. At that time, we didn't have any children, and Vani became attached to you. That's why we never felt the need to find your biological family. But today, your real mother is here, and as the heir, you must go there and take responsibility for that state.
"We know you are an independent girl and will make the right decision, but we ask you to follow this one last wish of ours and go with her. Will you listen to us?"
Nishchal's heart ached. Her eyes filled with tears, but not a single drop fell. She clenched her eyes shut, and words from her diary flashed before her eyes. She thought to herself, "It's true, the diary was right. What a gift I have received on my birthday!"
Nishchal, regaining her composure, said, "Yes, I will go. But who were the people who killed my father?"
Netra interrupted, "You will find out everything there. Just come with us."
Nishchal, glaring at her, said, "Don't try to order me. I only do what I want and will always do so."
Why did Nishchal agree to go? Stay tuned to find out.
To be continued...
This is my second story. Please shower it with love as well. Let me know how you liked the first part!
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