👑Forty One~

"It's good you're taking Snehanvi and the kids along. Ghum aaiye bete,"Suryavardhan said to Virat while the attendees brought the luggage.

Devangini and Rishabh too came there with their luggage and Shalakha asked,"Yeh dono bhi saath jaa rahe hain kya?"

"Nahi Bua Sa, they're going to Dubai. Bali ka tickets karte wakt humnein inkey Dubai wali tickets karwa diye as the passports were found,"Virat said embracing Rishabh's shoulders. "Abb hum ghumney jaaye aur yeh newly married couple ghar pe rehe jaaye, accha lagta hain kya?"

"Bhagwan aisey bade bhai sabko deh. Dad, you don't think about me, see! Both my elder brothers think about me so much,"Rishabh said making Virat and Hardik laugh while Suryavardhan frowned saying,"Kuch bhi bolte rehete hain aap! Grow up!"

"Kahe toh tere aur Chandrika ke bhi..."Hardik started teasing Shubman who was standing beside him.

"Bhai! Shhhh!"Shubman said, and Hardik giggled.

Meghatri walked down the stairs, not understanding that Devangini and Rishabh were also leaving for their honeymoon as she wasn't informed about it before.

"Accha, chaltey hain, Maa Sa,"Virat said, seeking blessings from Meenakshi and Rishabh also did the same, followed by Snehanvi and Devangini.

"Jaiye, have a safe journey,"Meenakshi said to the other three, ignoring Snehanvi.

"Have fun!"Hardik wished.

"Send us the pics,"Shubman added.

"Kaha jaa rahe hain yeh log?"Meghatri asked, coming there, and Shalakha told her,"Honeymoon of course."

Meghatri got shocked while Devangini came to her and said,"Apna khayal rakhna Megh Kanwar. Hum jaldi laut aayenge. Hmm?" She passed her a smirk and then walked back to Rishabh who waved at Meghatri and said,"Bye Megha. Take care."

"Ri...Rishi!"Meghatri tried to stop him but Durdhara said,"Chaliye chaliye, you people will miss the flight otherwise."

"Vamika, Akay, let's go,"Snehanvi said and held the hands of the kids and walked ahead with Virat. Rishabh and Devangini followed up while the former asked,"Aaj toh passport aur tickets nahi khoya na?"

"Nahi! Offh!"Devangini said, making him chuckle before he embraced her shoulders and they walked away.

"Aadhe bacche chaley gaye, mahal suna sa lagne laga abb,"Suryavardhan said.

"Daajiraj! This is wrong. As if I don't exist!"Shubman said.

Suryavardhan laughed and held his cheek saying,"Nahi nahi, humare Maan Singh toh sabse important hain."

"Aur hum kya asmaan se tapke hain?"Hardik asked.

"Harry, you're going to be a Dad yourself. Abb bhi jealousy?"

"Always,"Hardik said and Suryavardhan gave a hug to both the sons while Durdhara looked on with a smile and then found Andrew staring at them from afar.

She furrowed her brows, thinking something while Meenakshi asked,"Dhara bete, are you going to your paternal home today?"

"Jee Mom. Bhai is coming to pick me up. Doh din wahi rehe kar aayenge,"she replied.

"Bhai! How are you?"Shubman teased Hardik who frowned and said,"Shut up Maan."

Meghatri had ran back to her room in the meantime. She came inside and then threw the blanket away while thinking,"Aisa kaise ho sakta hain? Humare aankhon ke saamney humare Rishi ko lekar chali gayi voh ladki? That common girl! Bloody middle-class."

Andrew on the other side came to his room while thinking,"There are less family members in the house now. Hardik knows that I will go to the site today. Queen is leaving too. Suryavardhan will be at the office with Hardik. Shubman will be going to Mumbai for the reality show's shoot. That means only Meenakshi, Shalakha Bua and Daadi Sa will be there at home! Perfect chance, Andrew. You won't get a better chance than this for doing the actual task for which you have come here."

Snehanvi, bless her heart, was about as comfortable in the plush comfortable seat of the premium VIP section as a goldfish in a martini glass. This was it. Her first ever flight. And not just any flight, oh no. This was a flight in the stratosphere of luxury, where the only other passengers seemed to be sculpted from platinum and breathed rarefied air.

"Wowwww!"she breathed, her eyes wide as saucers. The polished trim, the individual entertainment systems the size of small televisions, the attendant offering her a choice of imported artisanal cheeses...it was all a sensory overload to a girl who was used to riding local buses and cycling through her village roads.

Virat chuckled beside her, seeing her expressions while the kids were already busy playing video games.

"Enjoying yourself, Sneha?"Virat asked, his voice laced with amusement.

"Enjoying? Yuvraj, I think my eyeballs are about to pop out of my head from the sheer glamour of it all!" Snehanvi replied, adjusting her new embroidered jacket.

Then, an announcement was made and the rumble began. The plane started to move through the runway and Snehanvi clutched the armrest with surprising force. "What's happening? Are we moving? Is this it? Are we flying?"she peppered Virat with questions, her voice rising in pitch.

He squeezed her hand reassuringly. "Relax, Sneha. We're just taking off."

"Taking off? Like, into the sky? Like, defying gravity and logic and everything I hold dear? This is real? I am flying?"

Virat laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that was unfairly attractive. "Pretty much."

As the plane accelerated up the runway, Snehanvi's exhilaration turned into sheer, unadulterated panic. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" she muttered, her knuckles white as she gripped Virat's arm tightly.

The nose of the plane lifted, and Snehanvi felt a lurch in her stomach that she was pretty sure would require therapy to unpack later.

"Hey Prabhu Raksha karna,"she prayed aloud, startling a meticulously coiffed woman flipping through a magazine across the aisle. The woman raised an eyebrow, her expression a mixture of disdain and annoyance.

"Dear Lord Almighty, please don't let this metal bird plummet to a fiery death! I promise I'll be a better person!"Snehanvi blabbered as her anxiety kicked in.

Virat was trying, and failing miserably, to stifle his laughter. "Snehanvi, calm down. We're perfectly safe."

"Safe? We're thousands of feet in the air, suspended by nothing but the whims of physics and the skill of a pilot I've never met! This is the opposite of safe! This is literally flying in the face of danger!"

"Okay, give me your hand, let me show you something,"Virat said and she held his hand, with her eyes closed, before getting up and he led her to the window, gesturing the children to follow up.

As the plane leveled off, Snehanvi slowly opened one eye, then the other. Below, the world stretched out in a breathtaking panorama of fluffy clouds and miniature buildings.

"Prettyyyyy! Prince Akay flies,"Akay squealed as it was his first time too.

"Those houses are so tiny,"Vanshika pointed out excitedly.

"Well,"Snehanvi said slowly, her fear gradually giving way to awe. "That is TERRIFYING. But also... kinda cool."

She looked at Virat, a sheepish grin spreading across her face. "Okay, now I am fine."

He shook his head, still chuckling. "Only you, Snehanvi, only you can be so dramatic in such a simple situation."

As the flight attendant approached with a tray of caviar and champagne, Snehanvi turned to Virat, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You know what? I think I could get used to this whole 'flying' thing. But next time, bring a parachute. Just in case."

"There are safety measures available. Don't worry,"Virat said with a chuckle and she relaxed back onto the seat, while he stared at her, admiring her innocence.

Devangini was sitting and sucking a lemon while Rishabh was busy eating. He looked at her and chuckled saying,"Arey darling, sucking lemon already. Abhi ek raat se hi itni jaldi happy news hogaya? I am powerful!"

"Shut up Rishi!"she said, making him laugh. "I am feeling nauseaous, that's why I am sucking lemon."

"Khao khao. Aadat daal lo. Abhi honeymoon jaakar we have to concentrate upon bringing a playmate for Bhai and Bhabi's child."

"What? Log kya kahenge?"

"What log kya kahenge? Arey that will be excellent. Absolutely perfect. Arey humnein Bhai ko sataya hain, Bhai ke baby ko bhi toh satanewala koi hona chahiye na."

"Accha? Aur Bhai ke baby kisko satayega?"

"Voh Akay aur Vamika ko satayega. Jaisey Bhai Dadabhai ke peeche peeche ghumtey theh. Arey humara baby aayenge toh ek kandhe pe unhey aur dusre kandhe pe Bhai ke baby ko baitha ke pura mahal ghumayenge."

Devangini chuckled and rested her head upon his shoulder and asked,"Aapko bacche bohot pasand hain na?"

"Bohot! Bohot pasand hain. Cute cute babies. Humein toh kam se kam doh chahiye apne. Yaha behes nahi chalegi tumhari. Ek nahi maanenge. Baaki tum jo marzi karti raho humein koi problem nahi hain."

"Accha? Babies ko aapke paas rakh ke kaam karne chale jaaye hum phir?"

"Haan haan. Aap panchi bani urti phiriyega,"he said making her laugh.

The royal study room, usually a bastion of quiet contemplation and regal affairs, was now the scene of a clandestine operation. Andrew had breached in, driven by a desire that burned brighter than any royal decree.

For two hours, he'd been a phantom, flitting through the room, his fingers tracing the spines of leather-bound books and shuffling through the organized documents. His search was frenzied, a desperate hunt for something specific, something he believed was hidden within the royal sanctuary.

Time ticked by, each second adding to the tension. The weight of his actions, the potential consequences of his intrusion, threatened to crush him. But Andrew pressed on, fueled by a memory, a fleeting image that had taken root in his mind and refused to be dislodged.

Suddenly, his eyes landed on an old, antique painting hanging discreetly in a shadowed corner. It was unremarkable in its artistry, but something about it jogged his memory. He cautiously removed it from the wall, revealing a seemingly ordinary section of the paneling. But Andrew knew better. His fingers danced across the surface, seeking the telltale signs of a secret. And there it was - a hidden door leading to a secret chamber cleverly concealed behind the painting, about which only selected members of the royal family knew. Andrew walked in, looking around the important lockers on the walls before noticing the one he guessed to have the thing he wanted.

"I was mad to think it could be outside in the open when there's no guard for this room,"he murmured before striding towards the particular locker.

"I don't know if it's the same or not," he muttered, his voice barely a whispering in the silent room. "The same"referred to a decades-old password of the hidden safe, rumored to contain documents the Crown would prefer remain unseen. This could be it. The culmination of his efforts.

He took a breath and began to type in a password. The lock remained stubbornly shut, displaying the dreaded message: "Incorrect." Undeterred, he tried again, altering the sequence, relying on intuition and fragments of information he'd pieced together over months of meticulous research and his memory. Again, failure. A wave of frustration washed over him, threatening to derail his mission. One more try. He input the password one last time, a final desperate gamble.

Then, a click.

The heavy door of the safe swung silently inward, revealing its contents: stacks of meticulously filed documents, held together by crimson ribbons and official seals. Andrew's heart pounded in his chest. He rummaged through the files, his fingers tracing the aged paper, his eyes scanning the titles with desperate intensity. Finally, he found it.

The file he had been searching for, the one that held the key to his purpose. The details remained obscured, known only to Andrew and the weight of the secret he now held.

A triumphant smile, slow and knowing, spread across his face. It was a smile of victory, of justification, perhaps even of revenge. It spoke of long hours of planning, of risks taken and sacrifices made. The tension that had gripped him for the past two hours dissipated, replaced by a chilling smirk. The king's secrets were no longer his alone. Andrew had his prize. His mission was complete.

The humid Bali air within the luxurious resort gave away the scent of frangipani as Snehanvi stepped into their room. A gasp escaped her lips. It was breathtaking - spacious, elegantly furnished with natural materials, and exuding an understated opulence that spoke of refined taste. More than that, it felt like a home away from home. A home, she realized with a thrill, that belonged to the Shekhawats.

Virat, his presence commanding yet relaxed, followed close behind. The sound of small footsteps announced the arrival of Akay and Vamika, bursting with energy and immediately drawn to the plush, inviting couch. Before a full-fledged wrestling match could break out, their vigilant caretaker gently scooped them up and ushered them into an adjacent room, a thoughtful touch that allowed the adults to savor the moment.

Turning to Snehanvi, Virat simply asked,"Liked it?"

Her response was immediate and heartfelt. "Loved it! This is so beautiful!" The words poured out, a genuine appreciation for the care and attention to detail evident in every aspect of the room. From the hand-carved wooden accents to the panoramic view of lush greenery visible through the expansive windows, it was clear this was more than just a room; it was an experience.

"Wow!" Devangini exclaimed, her voice laced with wonder. She was glued to the floor-to-ceiling glass window of their luxurious Dubai hotel suite, the city sprawling before her in a breathtaking panorama of towering skyscrapers and the waves crashing upon the shores.

Rishabh approached from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. "Welcome to Dubai, sweetheart. It's honeymoon time,"he whispered in her ear, his voice a warm rumble that made her chuckle.

Turning her head, she planted a quick kiss on his cheek. The excitement bubbling inside her was almost tangible. Dubai had always been a dream destination, a place she'd only seen in pictures. Now, she was here, with the man she loved, ready to embark on a new chapter.

"I have brought a little dress for you," Rishabh declared, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Devangini's brow furrowed playfully. "Hmm! Aatey hi shuru?"she teased.

He simply nodded, a wide, playful grin spreading across his face. Her answering giggle filled the room, the sound bouncing off the sleek, modern decor.

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