Give this book a try, " THE HAUNTED ECHOES " by Fairywrites__ I've read the prologue and for the dark romance readers, it seems to be a worthy book.
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The day before Diwali, choti diwali arrived in a whirlwind of activity, the palace coming alive with preparations. Servants darted through the hallways, arranging trays of sweets, stacking new clothes, and inspecting appliances meant for the locals who would soon gather to deliver their blessings and wishes and receive diwali gifts in return. This day, however, was different.
The excitement wasn't just for Diwali, it was for the royal family's newest addition. Today, all eyes would be on Shanaya Ekaksh Rathore the wife of Ekaksh Rathore, and her presence was as much a spectacle as the festival itself.
She sat stiffly in front of an enormous gilded mirror, the reflection staring back at her barely recognizable. The vibrant blue saree she wore clung to her like a second skin, its embroidery shimmering under the warm glow of the chandelier above. The blouse, tightly fitted, accentuated her slender form, while the heavy pallu, draped perfectly over her shoulder, seemed to weigh her down. Around her neck was a chunky choker of uncut diamonds, paired with diamond earrings that brushed against her cheeks. Bangles of diamond and sapphire adorned her wrists, jingling faintly as she adjusted her posture.
The stylists worked on her, one styling her hair into the perfect loose end curls, another brushing highlighter onto her cheekbones. To them, she was an artist's canvas, and they were determined to make her look nothing short of divine. Yet, Shanaya felt suffocated, a doll being painted and dressed to meet the world's gaze.
She liked it all once as she saw it on the tv, and she even dreamt of these beautiful accessories, clothes and all and for the first time god listened to her but at what cost, the cost of her freedom, the cost of herself.
Her eyes drifted to her reflection again. Back in Gujarat, the Diwali she knew was simple and vibrant. She would have been running through the neighborhood by now, a mischievous grin on her face as she lit firecrackers with others of her age or even younger or would be helping her mother in the kitchen, stealing a bite of sweets prepared for the pooja or wandering door-to-door to exchange warm wishes with neighbors.
That was simple but still it was memorable.
And now? Here she was, wrapped in silks she didn't choose, adorned with jewels that didn't feel like hers, preparing to meet strangers who would greet her not for who she is but for what he made her into
