The grand halls of the Rathore Palace shimmered under the golden chandeliers, their light reflecting off the centuries-old portraits of kings and queens who had once ruled with an iron will. The walls carried stories of war, power, and an unbreakable legacy—one that still dictated the fate of the present generation.

In the heart of the palace, Rajmata Indira Rathore sat on her intricately carved throne, her gaze sharp as she overlooked the gathering of the Rathore family. Her sons and grandchildren stood before her, their expressions a mix of respect and determination.

"The Rawals have set their eyes on our empire," she declared, her voice steady, commanding. "They have dared to challenge us in business. The question is—what are we going to do about it?"

A smirk played on Abhimaan Rathore’s lips, the eldest of the third generation and the undisputed leader among the Rathore heirs. "We don’t lose, Dadi sa. We conquer."

Beside him, Hardik, Rajveer, Rudraksh, Rudransh, Adhiraj and Aviraj shared knowing glances. They had spent years building the Rathore legacy into an unshakable force, and they weren’t about to let a Rawal take what was theirs.

But it was Riya Rathore, standing at the back, who remained silent.

Dressed in a simple yet elegant ivory saree, her demeanor was poised, almost unbothered. While the world saw her as the youngest, the cherished princess of the Rathore family, she was something much more. Something no one—not even her family—fully knew.

A voice interrupted the discussion. "The Rawals aren’t our only concern. The political situation is shifting."

It was Rajveer Rathore, his sharp eyes flickering with calculated thought. He had spent years mastering the game of politics, making sure the Rathores remained untouchable.

"Aaditya Rawal has been strengthening his grip on international industries. Jaideep Rawal has started gaining favor in the capital," he continued. "And their golden prince—Shaurya Rawal—isn’t one to be ignored."

At the mention of the name, the air shifted.

The Rawal heir.

A name whispered in boardrooms and feared in business circles. Ruthless, brilliant, and dangerously unpredictable.

Riya’s fingers tapped lightly against her wrist, her mind already calculating possibilities. She had never met Shaurya Rawal, but she knew of him. His reputation preceded him—a genius in technology, a master strategist, and a man who had never lost a business war.

But then again, he had never played against her.

And when he did, he wouldn’t even realize it.

Because while the world prepared for a battle between the Rathore brothers and Shaurya Rawal, the real war was going to be fought in the shadows.

And Riya Rathore was ready.