The Sisodia heirs stood unrivaled in control and possession, their world a testament to their might. To onlookers, their lives were a manifestation of perfection, with their family and surname commanding respect, prestige, and reputation. Yet, behind the charm and polished demeanors, a fragile balance of complicated relationships and unspoken emotions threatened to shatter the illusions. Their home, once a sanctuary of warmth and togetherness, had become a space where silence was haunted by the whispers of bitter pain and guarded secrets. But the time has come for the tables to turn. The destiny of the three brothers awaits their surrender, as they realize that life's greatest treasures lie not in what they possess. For it's not the empire that would forever define them, but the depth of their own desires. Will they be brave enough to accept and follow the will of their hearts? Tied together by blood and legacy, they navigate the complexities of love, family, and power. As they face their personal demons, they must confront the broken strings of their bond also. Will they find forgiveness or destruction in the shadows of the past? ༻⁺˚⋆｡°✰°｡⋆˚⁺༺ 𝓐𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓰 will take you across their journey filled with realizations, obstacles, challenges and imperfections. ╰┈➤ There is family, there is drama, there is romance and above all, there is love, which doesn't come easy.

"Got you, Nerdy," he whispered playfully in her ear, his breath warm against her skin as he deftly removed the necklace she'd been struggling with. With a smirk, he flicked her nose, enjoying the game. Without missing a beat, she grabbed his finger, twisting it behind his back with surprising strength. Her eyes blazed as she looked up at him, fierce and unyielding. "Try to touch me one more time, and you'll be going to 'our' honeymoon... in a wheelchair," she warned, her voice dangerously low. He chuckled, amusement dancing in his eyes as he watched her. He was thoroughly enjoying this fiery side of her, the tigress that had emerged from beneath her soft-spoken exterior. "Not the soft-spoken girl anymore, huh?" he murmured, his voice a teasing whisper as he twirled her around, pulling her back against his chest. She exhaled sharply, her voice laced with bitterness. "People change, Mr. Rajvansh. And I despise the person who forced me to change," she whispered, the words cutting through the air like a blade. His heart clenched, a knot tightening in his chest at the pain in her voice. He held her a moment longer, the weight of her words sinking in. But then, with a soft kiss to her shoulder, he leaned in close, his voice a dark promise. "Just a matter of time, wifey. Just a matter of time." It was just an arrange marriage OR was it?