"𝑩𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉, 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕." Rivaan Agnihotri ~ Varya Sharma "𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍-𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒎 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏" ~ Secrets are everywhere-with family, spouses, and in your job. Things that aren't allowed to be told. Having an unknown life like every other person is interesting, right? Can't trust, anything or anyone can be fake even your own identity, Can't believe anything or anyone can be lying even your existence and life. And you aren't allowed to do anything, bounded by the rules and responsibilities. When you don't have the security of your life, and have big responsibilities with tongue tide job-an unknown life becomes your only constant. Then comes an order-Marriage, Two individuals having different lives, natures, tastes, and jobs. A new life builds with lies-built in layers of secrets. What is the truth? And how life is going to be? What are they hiding? And what about the marriage?

"𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒔. 𝑾𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕. 𝑰𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖." A perfect marriage. A perfect couple. An ideal family-or so it seems. They carry their Royalty with pride. Sitting on the Throne of the past, the beauty hides a fatal secret. One wrong move, and all the facade of happiness will crumble with the ruins of darkness. 𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘴. A name that commands both reverence and fear. A name no one dares to defy - 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒂 The world sees them as flawless-an empire built on money, fame, power, and respect. A dynasty that inspires envy and submission alike. They have everything that others can only dream of. But, is it really like that? The four heirs of this empire inherit more than just wealth. A tale of four brides who are far from fragile, who know how to fight and how to survive. But even they are unaware of the truth buried in this palace of glass. There is a fight, unknown to everyone, known to oneself. A past that refuses to leave clings to you like life, when death awaits you at your doorstep. Their tale is of a past that unfolded in the garden of ashes, and whispers of secrets were everywhere. What is it? Is the perfection real, or just another mask for the world? What, after all, is the 𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑯𝑨 -the true meaning-behind it all?