She destroys everything she touches.
Ishani, a fierce and independent businesswoman from the modern world, harbors a deep mistrust of men. Only to find herself stuck between dangerous men and shady politics in a different era.
When her true paren...
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"Maharaj." Shakuni whispered into his ears, and the blind king nodded.
"They are coming back, Maharaj. We need to ensure Vasudev hasn't manipulated the Yuvaraaj."
Dhritarashtra smiled at the last word. Yuvraaj. His son was going to be more powerful than him, but he wasn't feeling bad. He was his blood, after all.
"What about that dangerous woman? What is her aim? I will not allow her to influence my son!" He sighed, shaking his head at the thought of that woman.
He had heard whispers of her calamitious beauty and elegance, but it would only bring ruin to them.
Shakuni's dim eyes suddenly lit up. They could use her.
He had tried numerous way to get rid of that annoying woman, but every time she escaped unscathed.
Those men of his could be quite stupid at times. So what if he couldn't kill her?
He could curb that fiery spirit of hers, if they got her married to his nephew.
It didn't matter if that dangerous outcast held feelings for her. Shakuni would fabricate a maze of lies and have him executed for treason.
She was Vasudev's relative, wasn't she? Distant or close, it didn't matter. As long as they could force the bond of a nuptial agreement, this alliance couldn't be ignored by the Yadavas.
Vasudev's mystical powers didn't matter. Kuru was an established kingdom, and the Yadus were inferior in terms of alliances and relationships.
As long as she was the KulVadhu, Shakuni was sure he would make her regret crossing paths with him.
He would make her life hell and crush her arrogance. His nephew would ill treat her, as long as he told him to.
It didn't matter if his nephew was lovestruck by her beauty. He had raised that boy up, after all. With a few manipulative words, that boy would surely unleash his anger on that wench.
"Shant, Maharaj. A beautiful woman is bound to have some pride after all. She's just young and naive. Otherwise, she is Vasudev's relative. Is it not a suitable opportunity?"
Dhritrashtra raised his eyebrows, but he felt a sense of anticipation at his brother-in-law's words.
"If she becomes the Yuvaraani, Vasudev will have no choice but to accept our treaties. And the arrogant woman shall be under our toes ! You shall get what you have been craving all these years, Maharaj. Unparalleled glory and fame ! The most beautiful woman is your daughter-in-law, and your son shall surpass his ancestors and become the most powerful Emperor!"
Glory and Fame. Dhritarashtra's foggy eyes lightened. That was what he wanted all along.
"Yes, this must happen. Execute it." Shakuni nodded obediently and bowed, but his lips curved into a sneer.
