Under Jaipur's blazing sunsets, a single brushstroke sets fate in motion. She paints with colours stolen from dreams; he walks with shadows stitched into his crown. In the hush between heartbeat and breath, glances sharpen into weapons, and silence becomes a dangerous language. Here, desire is not soft-it's a blade, carving through tradition, bleeding secrets onto the canvas of their lives. ♡ And somewhere between longing and ruin... the masterpiece waits. ××××××