Rajvansh Haveli – Same Night, After Reception
The Haveli was slowly dimming down as the last few guests took their leave. The grand reception, filled with lights, laughter, and royalty, had finally ended. The servants began cleaning up, while the family members retired to their rooms, exhausted but content.
But one room was still awake.
Yuvraj stepped into his bedroom and gently closed the door behind him. His white sherwani was slightly crumpled, but he didn't care. His eyes immediately searched for Yukti.
She was curled up on the bed, still in that gorgeous golden lehenga—the one that had stolen everyone's attention tonight. But now, her makeup was smudged, her earrings tossed aside, and her face pale with pain.
Yuvraj’s heart clenched.
“Kitten…” he whispered and walked over.
Yukti stirred and opened her eyes slightly, the pain still evident in her gaze. “Yuvraj…” her voice was weak.
He sat beside her, placed his hand on her forehead—warm. Too warm.
“You're burning up,” he murmured, worry in every word. “Why didn’t you tell me you were in pain?”
She closed her eyes again. “Didn’t want to ruin the evening... everyone was so happy.”
Yuvraj stood up and gently removed her dupatta, then her heavy jewelry. “You don’t need to carry everything alone, Yukti,” he said softly. “Not anymore.”
She tried to sit up, but a cramp made her wince and she lay back down.
“Stay still,” he ordered gently, already moving to the cupboard. He took out one of his soft cotton shirts and brought it to her. “Wear this. I’ll help.”
Yukti blushed but nodded. Slowly, with great care and comfort, Yuvraj helped her out of her lehenga and into the oversized shirt, buttoning it himself.
“You look better in my shirt than I do,” he said, trying to lighten the mood.
“Liar,” she whispered, eyes fluttering shut again.
He smiled, placed a kiss on her forehead, and then disappeared into the bathroom. A few minutes later, he came out with a hot water bag and a thermometer. He placed the bag gently over her abdomen and slid behind her, allowing her to rest against his chest.
“No more pretending. No more hiding,” he whispered in her ear. “Mrs. Yuvraj Rajvansh, I’ve seen enough surgeries to handle this too.”
She chuckled weakly. “This is not surgery. This is torture.”
“Then I’ll be your personal doctor till you’re cured.”
They sat in silence for a while, Yuvraj gently massaging her back while her pain slowly dulled. The fever remained, but her breathing evened out.
Just then, the door opened a crack. A sleepy Yugant peeked in, rubbing his eyes.
“Bhai? Bhabhi? Everything okay?”
Yuvraj gave him a nod. “She’s got fever and cramps.”
Yugant walked in, yawning. “Bhabhi, next time please tell us. Don’t hide it. We’re family now, okay?”
Yukti nodded from Yuvraj’s embrace. “Sorry…”
“Chalo, main ek kaam karta hoon,” Yugant grinned. “Posting one pic from tonight—caption: ‘Doctor Husband On Duty.’” He lifted his phone and snapped a cute candid of the two.
“No!” Yukti tried to protest, but it was too late.
“Already on Instagram,” Yugant grinned and winked. “Good night, lovebirds.”
As he exited, Yuvraj looked down at his wife.
“Tomorrow, we’ll go to the doctor if the fever doesn’t go. Deal?”
Yukti mumbled sleepily, “Okay... but only if you promise to keep holding me like this.”
“I promise, kitten. Always.”
And as the night wrapped the haveli in silence once again, the royal couple rested—not like a prince and princess, but as two ordinary souls, tangled in care, comfort, and a love that was slowly blooming.
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