The Rajput palace like every day was silent, it's not because no one was present in fact today everyone was at home, but this silence is present in the house since last 20 years.

Everyone was on dining table waiting for the eldest son of family to come. It was a family tradition that everyone eats breakfast and dinner together, but no one talks. Everyone eats and follows tradition just for sake of it.

Rajesh Rajput the head of the family and previous King of Jodhpur sits on the head chair. His wife Suhani Rajput, the previous queen of Jodhpur sits on his right with his Sons Isshan and Dhruv, CEOs of The Rajput Securities and Prince's of Jodhpur. To the left of Rajesh, sits his brother Rakesh Rajput and his wife Heema Rajput with his son Ankit Rajput, CFO of The Rajput Securities and Prince of Jodhpur.

Suddenly every staff member bows their heads down as from the stairs descends King of Jodhpur, Rudra Rajput, CEO of Rajput Securities. His personality screams power, his aura gives out fear. His expressions give out only calmness which is anything but calm and his eyes gives out no emotion.

He settles to the other head of the table directly opposite to his father and a table to his left empty for the princess of Jodhpur.

Everyone starts to have breakfast silently.

"Isshan and Dhruv, I want you both to go to Delhi tomorrow for the meeting with SAR STYLES. I have some charity event to attend which is important, so I won't have time." Rudra announces while eating.

"We are partnering with fashion company?" Ankit asks with confused expression.

Rudra gives his famous coldest glare which have Ankit gulping and fearing for his life.

"No, one of the CEO of the company is not introduced in public and as the company is growing, they need more security." Isshan solved his confusion.

"But why do they want to meet you, don't our employees handle this stuff?" Rakesh asks from Isshan.

"They do Chachu, but they want us there for assurance and doubts related to our securities. And this is a big deal for our company as they as spending a lot and this company is India's top Fashion company." This time Dhruv replied.

"Okay then use our jet and leave tomorrow morning. The meeting is scheduled at 4." Rudra said to both, and they nodded their head in agreement.

After finishing the breakfast Rudra, Isshan, Dhruv and Ankit stand to leave the house. Just before exiting a little girl of around 2 years comes running into Rudra's direction giggling and hides behind his legs. All of them stops dead in track and after some seconds a boy of around 12 years come shouting "Riya" and stops when he sees her behind the king.

"S..so..sorryy Hukum, she is my sister and she wanted to play. We were playing outside but she came running here. Riya come." He says to Rudra apologetically and directs the last sentence to his sister.

Upon seeing his brother not laughing but tense, Riya quickly goes to him with wide eyes. The boy picks up his sister quickly.

Rudra's eyes show hurt, love and sadness but he gives him a nod and walks away without another word. But Isshan and Dhruv both have tears filled in their eyes with sadness while looking at the brother and sister. They both quickly go to their cars while Ankit stands there with sadness. At time of his sister's birth, he was at his maternal side of family because he was born few months before. Though he never got to see her but a part of him always aches for his sister.

Rudra settles in his car and keeps his head back while closing his eyes. Memories. A lot of Memories of those wide brown eyes like his, dark black hairs like his mother, and heart-warming giggling and heart aching crying comes to his mind. All he has in his heart is Regret, Guilt and Anger. Regret of not fulfilling his promise. Guilt of not being there for her and anger for the one who took her.

He did everything. EVERY. SINGLE. THING. To find her. To get a lead on her whereabouts. Even engaged in Underground mafia to find her. But not a single clue. It's like somebody vanished her from face of earth. After 20 years he still tries to get any information on her but alas nothing comes right.

In 20 years, many things changed. Everyone became closed off. Rudra only talks when necessary. Isshan overworks himself to not feel anything while Dhruv has lost his bubbly and over excited nature. Ankit is the only brother who does childish things in house but stops immediately after getting a cold glare from Rudra.

Rudra, Isshan, Dhruv and Ankit reach the company and immediately go their respective cabin's.

As soon as Isshan enters his secretary also comes.

"Sir your schedule for today." His Secretary Rahul says politely.

"Hm, do we have any important meeting tomorrow? Me or Dhruv?" Isshan asks Rahul while sitting of his chair.

"No sir but have a meeting today with Shekhawat's. Other than that, no important meeting for the whole week."

"Okay then we are leaving tomorrow. We are going to Delhi for our meeting with SAR STYLES. You, me, Dhruv and his secretary." Isshan informs.

"And do one thing prepare me a file for the CEO's and the company at least we should know their names before meeting them." Isshan adds while working on his laptop.

"Okay sir, What time are we leaving tomorrow?"

"In morning at 5, we have meeting in evening at 4."

"Okay sir." Rahul replies and hurriedly goes back to his office.

Meanwhile Dhruv asks the same to his secretary for managing his schedule. The day goes by with everyone working attending meetings and finishing their work. At night everyone has their dinner with family and retires to their beds.

In the morning Isshan and Dhurv comes down and make their ways to the car and drive to the airport where their private jet is parked.

As they make their way towards their jet everyone bows their head in respect. They enter and find both their secretary's settled in. They both take their places too and the plane takes off.

"Sir, the file you asked." Rahul says as soon as plane takes off.

"Which file?" Dhruv asks curiously.

"Do we even know the names of CEO? Bas company ka naam pata hai, woh kya krte hai, naam kya hai, kuch bhi nahi pata toh meeting me bina kuch jane chle jaaye?" 

(We only know company's name. What they do, their names, we know nothing. So, are we going to go without knowing anything?)

"True, mujhe bhi bata do. At least introductions would be less awkward." 

(True, tell me also)

"Hm, SAR STYLES, they focus on three areas Men styles handled by his CEO Mr. Rohan, Men and women accessories by his CEO Mr. Siddharth and Women Clothing by CEO MISS ASHIMA......" Isshan reads loudly for his brother but says last name as a whisper which doesn't go unnoticed by Dhruv.

They both look at each other but shrugs as there are a lot of people with same name.

"No Surname?" Dhruv asks curiously.

"No, it is mentioned that they are Orphans and doesn't hesitate to tell the world about the same." 

"Any pictures?"

"Just of Rohan and Siddharth and none of Ashima" Isshan replies.

"Hm, interesting. Leave the rest we are anyways meeting them today then itna kyu sochna udar hi puch lenge." Dhruv says while taking out his phone.

(Why should we think this much. We will ask them only.)

"Okay."

They reach Delhi in an hour and then went to their own hotel to take rest and freshen up. The meeting is at 4 in one of the restaurants owned by them till then they will work as much as they can from home and then get ready for the meeting.

Both the men reach 30 minutes prior the meeting to check all the security arrangement and overlook the performance of the restaurant.

While Isshan is dressed in proper white shirt and grey pant and cot, Dhruv is dressed more casual with black t-shirt and black pants and to make it formal he has carried black coat with him.

As soon as clock hits 4 two men in more casual outfits enters. One with dark blue shirt and light blue wide leg jeans and other one with black half buttoned shirt and white wide leg jeans.

They both are escorted by the manger towards the VIP Room which gains the attention of Isshan and Dhruv.

They all introduce themselves quickly with a firm handshake.

"There were three CEO's as per my knowledge, so where is the third one?" Dhruv asks once they settle down in their places.

"Ahh she is coming, the media got to know about your and our arrival here so there are a lot of paparazzi out of your restaurants. So, she has taken the other route." Sid clears his confusion quickly.

As soon as he completes his sentence a girl in her early 20's arrives wearing a yellow oversized crop top with multicolor checked white pants.

"I am really sorry for being late. There were a lot of paps out there. I am Ashima by the way." Ashi introduces herself to both the men who are looking at here wide eyes. Both of their face shows the expression shock.

No, they are not shocked to see her late or her appearance. They are both shocked looking at her face which was exact replica of their mother and elder brother and on top of that looking at their family necklace on her neck.

"Umm hello....Are you both okay?" Ashi asks as the trio looks at each other weirdly.

Fortunately, Isshan comes out of his shock quickly. His eyes are full of tears, but he somehow composes himself and gives her a nod. He elbows his brother who also composes himself and give her a nod.

They both look at each other and talks with eyes as if saying let's confirm as much as we can first.

But both have a same feeling in their heart. A feeling of happiness. A feeling of excitement. A feeling of Hope.