-The Boy Who Became My Forever

                    Author POV

The Rajwansh Palace was not built for children.

It was built for power, legacy, and silence.

Five-year-old Isha Mehra felt all three the moment she stepped inside. The marble floor was cold beneath her sandals, the ceilings too high, the people too important. Her fingers curled tightly around her father’s hand as unfamiliar eyes glanced at her—curious, assessing.

She wanted to leave.

That was when he appeared.

Abhimanyu Singh Rathore.

Eleven years old

straight-backed.

Sharp-eyed.

He walked toward them with a calm confidence that did not belong to a child. His white kurta was crisp, his presence commanding. Even the adults subtly shifted when he passed.

“Papa,” he said calmly, nodding to his father before his gaze fell on Isha.

She shrank.

“Who is she?” he asked.

Before anyone could answer, Isha’s foot caught the hem of her frock.

She stumbled.

Strong hands caught her before she hit the floor.

                  Isha POV

I remember thinking his hands were warm.

Not gentle like my mother’s.

Not careless like other boys’.

Strong. Certain.

I looked up, my eyes burning with unshed tears, and met the darkest eyes I had ever seen.

“Careful,” he said, his voice calm but firm.

I nodded quickly, too scared to speak.

He didn’t let go immediately. He waited until I stood properly. Until I was steady.

That was the first time someone made me feel safe without saying it.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“I-Isha,” I whispered.

He repeated it slowly. “Isha.”

Like it mattered.

I didn’t know then—but my heart chose him at that exact moment.

                 Abhimanyu POV

She was too small for a place like this.

Too quiet.

Too soft.

Her eyes darted around nervously, as if the palace itself scared her. When she almost fell, my body moved before I thought.

I didn’t like seeing her scared.

Something about her reminded me of responsibility.

“She’s Mehra’s daughter,” my father said.

I nodded, still watching her.

“She’ll stay here often,” he added.

I looked down at her again.

“Stay close,” I told her. “You’ll get lost.”

She nodded instantly.

Good.

                    Author POV

From that day on, Isha followed Abhimanyu everywhere.

Through echoing hallways.

Across gardens larger than her world.

Into rooms she didn’t belong in.

And Abhimanyu—without realizing when or how—began watching over her.

If she tripped, he slowed his pace.

If someone teased her, he stepped between them.

If she cried, his jaw clenched like it was his fault.

“Why do you let her follow you?” his sister Ananya teased one afternoon.

Abhimanyu didn’t look back.

“She listens.”

Isha smiled behind him.

                      Isha POV

Everyone said he was cold.

But with me, he was… steady.

He never raised his voice. Never laughed loudly. Never pushed me away.

Sometimes he would hand me sweets without a word.

Sometimes he would tell servants, “She doesn’t like loud voices.”

He noticed things.

Once, when a boy grabbed my toy, Abhimanyu took it back silently and said,

“Don’t touch what’s not yours.”

The boy never came near me again.

That night, lying in bed, I hugged my pillow and whispered—

“I like him.”

I didn’t know it was love.

But it was.

                 Abhimanyu POV

I didn’t understand why she mattered.

I only knew one thing—

If anything ever happened to her,

I would destroy the world that caused it.

                    Author POV

Years later, Isha would realize—

She fell in love that day.

And Abhimanyu?

He didn’t fall.

He claimed.

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