On the plane Nimra kept looking at the picture they took during the wedding.
"We're about to land," Hassan said to his sister.
She nodded.
"Nia, I can see the love Farhan has for you. I think you didn't hear everything well," he said.
"Maybe," Nimra said wiping her tears.
The plane landed as they all moved to the VIP section to bathe. Nimra's phone exploded with messages from Farhan.
Nia, you know how much I love you. No woman has crossed my mind or heart—only you. I love everything about you. I will wait for you. I will make you all mine. You probably hate me now. I want a family with you. I wanted to fully introduce you to the family as my future wife but you misunderstood everything. I love you to death. Please baby answer me, I'm begging you. If you don't, I will do something to myself to prove my love for you.
She read as tears rolled down her cheeks.
"My Faru…" she whispered while crying.
She wiped her tears and wore her outfit. She stepped out.
"Welcome to Lahore," Nimra said.
"Are you okay?" Rima said.
She nodded.
Lilith yawned as they got into cars sent by their mother and drove off.
After a 1-hour drive, they arrived at the mansion.
Hassan took a deep breath and stepped out. They all did.
The Royal Women Ruled Lahore Mansion Fort
The Royal Women Ruled Lahore Mansion Fort rises at the edge of Lahore as a vast sovereign citadel shaped like a fusion of ancient Mughal grandeur and modern fortified architecture. It spans over 500 rooms and functions as a royal residence, administrative capital, and elite business empire—all under the rule of a powerful matriarchal dynasty known as the Velvet Crown Assembly.
The entire structure is built around a strict imperial color doctrine where Sovereign Midnight Blue defines the highest authority zones, Obsidian Noir dominates the fortified walls, private chambers, and security layers, Regal Blood Burgundy fills ceremonial halls, throne rooms, and council chambers, while Imperial Emerald Black-Green flows through gardens, trade districts, and water corridors—creating a living balance between power and nature.
At the highest level of rule sits the High Queen, supported by Regent Queens who govern military, finance, diplomacy, and internal order, alongside Shadow Matrons who control intelligence and enforcement—making the fort entirely women-led, with authority flowing through a sovereign matriarchal hierarchy.
The outer Obsidian Gate Citadel forms the first defensive layer with over 100 security and surveillance rooms, reinforced walls, silent patrol corridors, and biometric entry systems designed to seal the fortress from any external threat.
Beyond it lies the Midnight Court, the central palace where the throne hall glows in Regal Blood Burgundy marble, mirrored corridors reflect centuries of royal authority, and council chambers rotate strategic decisions of empire.
Above and within this core lies the Sovereign Blue Archives, a vast intellectual wing illuminated in deep Midnight Blue housing libraries, war strategy vaults, financial chambers, and historical records preserving dynastic legacy and global treaties.
The Emerald Dominion Gardens stretch across the estate forming a botanical kingdom under glass domes filled with Imperial Emerald Black-Green light, floating canals, lotus pools, medicinal plantations, and hidden negotiation pavilions.
Beneath and around these structures, the Commerce Spiral District functions as an internal economic city with luxury trade halls, banking towers, auction rooms, and diplomatic exchange centers—making the mansion a fully operating financial empire.
At the center lies the Grand Garden of State Power, with black-green marble waterways, hanging vine bridges, and the Queen's Reflection Lake where decisions are made in silence and strategy.
The entire estate is protected by multilayered biometric systems, AI surveillance, drone networks, and hidden evacuation tunnels ensuring absolute sovereignty.
Nikolai held Lilith's hand as she held her bump.
Nimra stood.
"Go inside," she said.
"But—" Hassan said.
"Go inside," Nimra repeated.
He walked in.
"Here," Addison said, handing her a loaded gun as they walked in.
"Hurry, hurry, hurry! They will be here!!!" a middle-aged woman shouted as maids rushed everywhere cleaning and preparing.
"Calm down sister," another lady said.
"No! My children are finally coming home after 23 years. Everywhere has to be perfect!"
Hassan walked in slowly. He looked everywhere and saw childhood photos—his and Nimra's—on the wall. A large family portrait stood at the corner.
He turned and saw the woman checking food.
"Hassan loves these when he was a kid. This is also Nimra—she loves zarda," she said. "Calm down sister, they will love it."
"Maa, I think they aren't coming. Maybe they don't have the money or lifestyle we do—" a girl said.
"Shut up!" the older lady snapped.
"We have more money than this dying empire itself," Hassan said suddenly.
Everyone turned.
"We didn't come here to be insulted. So watch your mouth," he said coldly.
"H…Hassan…" the lady whispered, opening her arms.
"I'm not hugging you," he said.
Her arms dropped.
"My child…" she whispered.
He stood tall.
"Nia and our boss are here. No trouble. The Queen is pregnant, she's not in her right mind. Be careful—boss is worse than us," he warned. "And some people better watch their mouth."
"Hassan?" an old woman called.
He turned.
His grandmother walked in.
He smiled and hugged her.
"Ya Allah… you've grown so handsome," she said. "Where is your sister?"
"Right here."
A dark feminine voice echoed.
The room froze.
Nimra stepped in.
The storm thundered outside.
"The storm is here," Hassan said softly. "Now the real fun begins."
Nimra wore a dark green suit with rolled sleeves and a short skirt, black lace leggings, and a gun in her hand.
"Salam," she said, smirking. "Welcome."
Rashida smiled. "Nia…"
She kissed her forehead.
"I missed you, Dadi."
"Me too, Nia."
"Where is Nikolai?" she asked.
"Hii old woman still looking beautiful," Nikolai said, hugging her.
She grabbed his ear.
"Ouch!"
"How dare you get married and not invite me?" she snapped.
"Sorry Maa," he chuckled.
"Lily baby come here," Nimra called.
Lilith stepped forward slowly.
Her green eyes met many different gazes.
"Hi…" she whispered.
"Ya Allah…" Rashida breathed. "Hello Lily. Nia told me everything. How are you?"
"Okie…" Lilith said softly.
"And granny?"
"I am fine, love."
She hugged her and saw her bump.
"She carrying?" Rashida asked.
Nikolai nodded.
"You will sit, love," she said firmly, pulling Lily gently.
Maids took bags as the family gathered—around 20 women and their husbands, all part of the ruling structure.
Hassan and Nimra's mother, Najma Begum, known as the Mafia Queen of Lahore, had prepared everything. She ruled through power, discipline, and fear.
Nimra sat Lily down on the royal chair. Hassan placed a pillow under her bump. She sat beside her.
Rashida spoke with Nimra about their mother.
Lilith yawned.
"Nia, Lily nippy," Lilith said.
"Nap, love?" Hassan asked.
"Uh huh… but Lily c…call baba," she said, taking her iPad.
"Why is she behaving like this?" Najma asked.
"Lilith is mentally unstable and pregnant, Ma," Nimra said sharply.
Najma stared at her fingers.
"Hello Mihu, are you okay?" Sohan's voice came through the iPad.
"Lily okay… baba o…o…okie?"
"Yes baby, but your bhai is hurt. He will be fine. We are in hospital."
Nimra froze.
"Father?" Nikolai said, taking the iPad.
"Bhai h…hurt…" Lilith whispered, tears forming.
"Hey baby, breathe," Ethan said, holding her hand.
Nimra sat beside her.
"Faru will be fine. Breathe in," she said softly.
Lilith followed.
Nikolai stepped forward.
"Farhan stabbed himself. He's been unconscious for 8 hours," he said.
Nimra's expression shattered.
She checked her phone.
The message:
Nia… I love you in a way that ruins me. If you leave, I will carry you in every breath. I hurt myself to prove my heart. If I die, you will always be Mrs Nimra Sohan Muard. Yours, Farhan.
Her hands trembled.
"Faru…" she whispered.
"Calm down love," Nikolai said weakly to Lily.
"Shhh baby," Kalma added.
"Come," Nikolai said, lifting Lilith gently. "Mirza, show them their rooms."
Rashida nodded.
Nimra stood restless.
"I need to go to New York," she said.
Hassan grabbed her arm.
"He needs me."
"I know. Trust me on this one," he said.
She hesitated.
Then nodded.
The mansion filled with silence, tension, and waiting—
as everything began to fracture between love, loyalty, and survival.