𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟕 × 𝟐𝟖 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: # 𝟐 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 Four years. Ask Zahir Pratap Ravalyan how many days, how many minutes, how many seconds those years hold. Ask me why, despite having everything -power, name, and the throne -I was never content. I was born to rule. Trained to conquer. Disciplined to reign. But now, all I want is to tear away the veil hiding the stranger who wears my wife's face. Because she looks like her. She breathes like her. Yet she is not my wife. Then tell me- Who is she?

"Mr Mehra you are in no position to interfere in my matters. I could have handled the situation by myself without you getting involved in it. I am confident in my capabilities and I can protect myself without anyone's help. I might be living in your house but it doesn't mean that you have any kind of power over me and you should know that it was never something I ever wanted." I said to the person who was standing in front of me in all his glory. "Mahi even though living in my house was not something you wanted but as now you are, you are my responsibility and I never fail to fulfil any. I absolutely believe in your capabilities but let me make one thing very clear, don't expect me to keep calm when someone is trying to lay a finger on what is mine." Kabir said clenching his jaw and started walking towards where I was sitting. He came closer and his eyes were bored into mine. His intense gaze made it difficult for me to move a bit or speak a word. He leaned closer to me and my breathing became heavier due to our proximity. "Talking about the power, very soon you will know who holds the power, little lady." He whispered into my ear and looked at me with a smirk playing on his lips This person might act almighty and gentle but there is no way in hell that I will allow him to affect me in any possible way, that's what I promised myself but to my utter disappointment I was failing miserably. He was affecting me way too much than I thought and I am not sure If I will be able to avoid this trouble or if I am doomed. What will happen when the two not-so-perfect people will find each other in the most unwanted way? The fate bringing them together is a blessing in disguise or an unfolding disaster?

• INDIAN ARRANGE MARRIAGE • ˜"*°•.˜"*° •°*"˜.•°*"˜ "You're my peace within all the Chaos of my life" ˜"*°•.˜"*°• . •°*"˜.•°*"˜ Aarush and Priya were so engrossed in love, that their parents were already convinced that they're a perfect match for each other and encouraged them to get married. They did. They were happily married ever after. But there's a saying, Everything being good just knocks for a big storm, that's what exactly happened with them. Aarush lost his dearest wife to blood cancer. The only thing that helped them survive were their twins. The grief of a son, can't be seen by his mother, she asks him to move on, start afresh, start anew, again. From zero. And being way more reluctant, still agreeing over his mother's wish. He remarried. What will be the fate of the girl he marries to? Will he ever accept her as his wife? Will he ever move on?