What will happen when a ruthless king fell in love with a girl [love at first sight]
MEERA SINGH was on the verge of marrying the love of her life, Anuj. Her heart was filled with joy, and she believed nothing could go wrong on this perfect day. But...
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"Tere sang Yaara Khush rang bahara Mai Tera ho jau Jo tu karde ishara"
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As I stood outside the hospital room, I couldn't tear my eyes away from her. She lay there, unconscious, her face pale against the white sheets. But even in her vulnerable state, there was something about her that drew me in—a quiet, haunting beauty that I couldn’t ignore. I’ve never been the type to get swept up in emotions, but this... this was different.
I’ve dealt with countless women, all desperate for my attention, all wanting something from me. But none of them ever made me feel like this. There was something about her that struck a chord deep within me, something that made me want to protect her, to claim her as my own. For the first time in my life, I felt a pull, an undeniable attraction that I couldn't explain. I knew, at that moment, that she will be the Queen of Jaipur and my wife.
But as much as I was captivated, questions gnawed at the back of my mind. Why was she running barefoot on a busy road in her bridal outfit? Her clothes were torn, her feet bruised, and her face streaked with tears. What could have possibly driven her to such desperation?
The image of her crying, stumbling through the traffic, haunted me. There was more to her story, and I needed to know everything. My instincts were screaming that this wasn’t just some random incident. Something—or someone—had caused her this pain.
I pulled out my phone, my fingers moving swiftly as I dialed my secretary's number. I didn't have time to waste. "I want you to find out every single detail about a girl," I ordered, my voice firm, though laced with an unfamiliar urgency. "I'll send you her photo shortly. I want to know who she is, where she comes from, and what happened to her. Leave no stone unturned."
Ending the call, I glanced at her one last time through the glass window. She looked so fragile, so broken. It made something inside me stir—a need to protect her, to shield her from whatever it was that had brought her to this state.
I snapped a photo of her and sent it to my secretary, knowing that this would set a chain of events in motion. As I stood there, I realized that my life had just taken an unexpected turn, and this woman—was now at the center of it all. One thing was certain: I would uncover the story behind her, and no matter what, she would be mine.
