A perfect marriage, a perfect couple, an idealistic family. They have their royalty and pride. A name that holds power and respect which no one ever dared to disobey. No one says it loud but everyone knows why.
But the question is, if everything is...
I will be starting to write what had happened in the past, the story is revealing so it is important to know what has happened in the PAST
And one thing, in Artha there will be more crying and painful scenes than light and comedy scenes. I hope you all like it. (I love trauma)
You all had a bear the mystery for so long, so I will be revealing the old one soon because new ones are coming and the confusion will grow.
but enjoy the chapter, it has a mystery so enjoy.
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{Golden Cage of Royals}
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{8 August 1968}
The lights of earthen lamps were spreading the warmth everywhere.
Dhira Mahal was celebrating the Marriage of the firstborn of their king who would soon rule them.
The sound of heavy anklets was echoing in the large chamber, sounds of giggling of the ladies of the Royal family had filled the surroundings. Blushing over the thought of the life of the newly wedded bride they were with, accompanied her to the room where she would be claimed by her husband.
The woman under the veil, is adorned in heavy red lehnga and pieces of jewellery. it was hard to breathe in them, but it was harder to think how her life would be living. The words of women around her are scaring her more.
A young girl whose life changed in just one night, two days back she had just turned nineteen and now she is a married woman.
She was a commoner, the daughter of a politician, and now she has the responsibility of the crown and becomes the dignity of one family. She got married to a Crown prince.
Not just a normal Crown Prince, but an evil one. The man who shatters every hope, life and
Now she is the wife of Devansh.
An inhuman.
Her green eyes were swollen red with tears and her cheeks had the handprints of the rewards she got from her own parents for denying the offer of marriage. A life she had refused to accept.
The girls around her open another big door of the lonely chamber of the royal she got married to.
They were about to enter when a hand tightly gripped her arms and forcefully turned her around. The piece of glass bangles pierced in her skin with the grip as she hissed but the grip didn't lose.
"Yuvraj ne Thare Se Byah to Racha Liyo Hai Chori, Par Tu Kabhi Hamre Khandan Ka Hissa Na Ban Pavegi. Ye Baat Sochke Andar Jana" a heavy, bold, and rude voice spoke, she couldn't see who the person was, but the voice was similar.
