The night air was heavy with secrets as Dhruv slipped through the shadows. His mission was clear: eliminate the rival kingdom's royal family. But fate had other plans.
That's when he saw her - Shivani, the warrior princess. Her sword gleamed in the...
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In darkest shadows, I'll find you there, My every thought, consumed by your care. My heart beats for none, but your sweet name, Forever bound, in this endless, burning flame (｡♡‿♡｡)
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Vansh:" He's not what you think... He's the Prince..."
Aryan's fist struck true, silencing Vansh forever. His body sagged, lifeless. Blood spurted, splattering Aryan's face and chest, and Shivani's pale skin.
Shivani stood frozen, horror etched on her face.
Aryan loomed over Vansh's lifeless form, his chest heaving.
Aryan: " Now, tell me... Who am I?"
The dungeon fell silent, except for Aryan's ragged breathing
A dark and stormy night shrouded the kingdom, the absence of moonlight intensifying the darkness. King Indrajit, Queen Adithi, Jayendra, and Aswini were abruptly roused from their slumber, gathering in the palace hall. The fierce storm raged outside, causing the palace lights to flicker and dim. Amidst the turmoil, the royal family's anxiety grew.
Indrajit: (to servants) "Close the windows and light the lamps."
As the servants struggled to close the windows, a chilling figure emerged at the hall's entrance, drawing everyone's gaze. His face was smeared with blood, strands of hair clinging to it, and droplets falling from his battered features. Just then, the window beside the door burst open, defeated by the storm's fury, and the flickering lamps died out, plunging the hall into darkness. Only faint, eerie glows remained. Behind the bloodied figure, a girl stood frozen in a royal lehenga, her face etched with shock and her dress splattered with blood. As all eyes turned to her, a whisper spread: "Shivani...".
Everyone gathers around Shivani, concern etched on their faces.
Indrajit: "Shivani, beta, what happened?" [holds Shivani's hands]
They turn to Aryan, and their expressions change to horror.
Adithi: [stepping back] "Oh gods... Aryan! "[covers her mouth]
Aryan stands tall, his face smeared with blood, eyes blazing like a starved lion's. His clothes are tattered, and his muscles tense, exuding an aura of raw power and danger.
