# 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐎𝐟 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
Aayansh Agniwanshi a king of jaipur and CEO of Agniwanshi CO. Lit. A mafia king with ruthless, grumpy, cold.
'Love is a trap. When it appears, we see only its light, not its shadows.' A...
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The luxurious cars waited outside the palace gates, sleek and gleaming under the warm glow of the evening lights. The air was filled with excitement and anticipation as everyone stepped out one by one, dressed in their finest. The royal family of Jaipur was headed to a grand event—Aayansh’s business partner’s party. And for Ishanvi, it was the first time she was attending such a high-profile function... not just as a guest, but as his wife, the Queen of Jaipur.
The realization sent a wave of nervousness through her.
She walked beside Aayansh, her hand gently looped through his arm, her red gown swaying gracefully with every step. The gown shimmered subtly, its intricate embroidery catching the light, but it wasn’t just the dress turning heads—it was her. Poised. Elegant. Yet undeniably nervous.
She leaned in slightly, her voice a soft whisper, “Yeh pehli baar hai jab main kisi aisi party mein jaa rahi hoon… aur woh bhi aapke saath.”
[This is the first time I’m attending such a party… and that too with you.]
Aayansh glanced at her, the edge of his lips curving ever so slightly. “Dar lag raha hai?”
[Are you scared?]
She nodded faintly, eyes flicking toward the grand hotel ahead where the party was being held. The entrance sparkled with fairy lights, a red carpet rolled out, and dozens of high-end guests and media were already gathered.
“I don’t want to embarrass you,” she said honestly, her voice barely above a whisper.
He stopped just before they reached the doors, causing everyone behind them to pause momentarily. Then, he turned slightly toward her and said, “Tumhare hone se toh sirf fakr mehsoos hota hai. Sharam nahi.”
[Your presence only makes me feel proud. Not ashamed.]
Her breath caught.
Before she could respond, they were ushered in.
The inside of the venue looked like a palace itself—chandeliers hung like constellations, waiters in tuxedos moved smoothly between guests with trays of champagne, and the room buzzed with polite conversation, business deals, and subtle glances. It was a world Ishanvi had only ever read about in books.
But now… she was walking in it.
And every time she faltered, every time her eyes flicked around nervously, her fingers gripped Aayansh’s arm just a little tighter—and every single time, he didn’t let go.
His hand remained steady, warm, and protective. His expression is stoic but calm. As if silently telling the world: She’s with me.
Just then, his business partner—Mr. Rajar Rajput, an influential name in both the royal and corporate circuits—approached with a wide smile.
“Ah, Your Highness,” he greeted Aayansh before turning to Ishanvi. “And this must be your beautiful wife. The Queen of Jaipur, finally gracing us with her presence.”
