The Arrival
I was supposed to be working at a wedding.
Not walking into a royal trap.
When the envelope arrived at my Delhi apartment—no sender, no logo, just a blood-red wax seal—I thought it was a joke.
“You have been selected to plan the royal wedding at Rathore Palace, Rajasthan. All arrangements made. Your presence is expected.”
It was everything I ever wanted. A chance. A breakthrough. An escape.
But now that I’m here, something doesn’t feel right.
Arrival at Rathore Palace
A man in a white uniform bowed stiffly at the gates.
Devraj
I’m Devraj. Head of hospitality. You’ll be escorted to your room.
Behind him, two guards stood silent, armed.
My smile faltered.
Aaliya Khan (FL)
Thank you. Uh… is the bride around?
Devraj’s polite smile didn’t reach his eyes.
Devraj
The royal family will summon you in time. Please wait.🙂
I was shown to a luxurious suite, large enough to house ten of me. Fresh flowers, silk bedding, and a silent maid named Gulnaaz, who wouldn’t meet my eyes.
Aaliya Khan (FL)
Can you tell me where the client is?
Gulnaaz (maid)
No one tells the prince what to do, madam.😓
Aaliya Khan (FL)
The prince?
Aaliya Khan (FL)
I thought I was hired by the wedding planner’s team.
Gulnaaz (maid)
There is no team.🙂
By evening, I was pacing in my room. No emails. No introductions. Just a pile of catering menus and a dummy wedding budget folder someone left at my door.
That’s when I knew—this wasn’t a job. This was something else.
And then… my phone buzzed.
Unknown
📱He handpicked your room.
Unknown
📱Don’t trust the prince
Unknown
📱If he calls you to room 302, don't go.
Aaliya Khan (FL)
📱Who the hell are you?
Unknown
📱The one trying to save you from him.
Corridor near the Courtyard – Same Evening
I needed air. Or answers.
I stepped into the open courtyard where a few guards roamed like shadows. That’s when I saw him.
Aaliya Khan (FL)
Rajveer Singh Rathore. *mumbled*
Rajveer Singh Rathore (ML)
.
Leaning against the balcony ledge, dressed in black, watching the moon as if it owed him something.
When I moved, his eyes snapped to me.
Just intensity—like he already knew me.
She’s still curious. Good.
But that won’t last.
By dawn, she’ll understand she never walked in on her own.
Aaliya’s Room – Later That Night
No one stood outside—only a box on the floor. Inside: a folded note written in elegant, calligraphic handwriting.
Room 302. Midnight. Come alone.
For answers you’re not supposed to find.”
— A Friend
My heart skipped.
A trap?
A warning?
Or finally… someone who could explain what was happening?
I checked the corridor. Empty.
Curiosity whispered louder than caution.
Gulnaaz returned with a tray of sweets.
Gulnaaz (maid)
Your favorite, madam. Jalebi and kesar milk.😊
Aaliya Khan (FL)
How do you know my favorite.🤨
She didn’t answer. Just bowed and walked out quickly.
I stared at the sweets, untouched. My throat suddenly dry.
The palace knew more than it should. And now, a stranger wanted me to meet him in a room I’d never seen.
Corridor to Room 302 – Midnight
The hall was darker than usual. Candles flickered. No servants in sight.
My sandals clicked softly as I reached the third floor.
I paused. My heart pounded.
I lifted my hand to knock—
But the door opened on its own.
And inside stood the man from earlier.
？？？
I was beginning to think you wouldn’t come.
Author
What do you think, who the person is in 302 room?
Author
This is my new story. Hope you all will like.
Author
If you have any suggestions for the story, please let me know.
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