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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For those who forgot Aryan's real name👉🏻His name is Dhruv, the third son and crown prince of Anargha.
Shivani: "Tell me prince Dhruv..."
Aryan's gaze fixed on the horizon as Shivani uttered his real name, the sound piercing his armor. A lone tear escaped his eye, rolling unchecked down his cheek. His heart, already fractured by his father's command to bring her to Anargha, now lay shattered. Without a word, he untied the cloth covering Shivani's eyes, his hands moving mechanically. Shivani's gaze lifted, but she didn't look at him, her eyes fixed on the passing landscape. Aryan spurred the horse into a frantic gallop, the wind whipping around them as they vanished into the darkness.
As Aryan and Shivani rode into the majestic Anargha Palace, its grandeur stole her breath. Towering spires, intricate carvings, and shimmering waterfalls cascaded around them. The setting sun cast a golden glow, transforming the fortress into a celestial abode. A grand welcome party awaited, flanked by family members, guards, and advisors. Ameya, Aryan's mother, stepped forward, her eyes brimming with warmth as she embraced Shivani. "Daughter, you're home," she whispered, her gentle touch a soothing balm. The others followed, showering Shivani with greetings and gifts. But amidst the warmth, Adharva's piercing gaze lingered, his thoughts veiled behind a calculating smile - "The Mahavardha princess, now within my walls, will soon learn her true place."
The grand welcome ritual finally concluded, the royal family escorted Shivani and Dhruv into the opulent palace hall. Soft candlelight danced across the intricately carved walls as they entered, the air thick with anticipation. The hall's majestic ceiling, adorned with glittering gemstones, seemed to whisper secrets of the past. Ameya guided Shivani to the central throne room, where Adharva awaited, his expression unreadable. The atmosphere vibrated with tension, as if the very fate of Anargha hung in the balance.
