#𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 1 𝙤𝙛 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨. Love. Redemption. Vengeance. She was a girl whose life revolved around music, her family, and him-her favorite melody at the heart of her existence. Her laughter brightened any room, and her smile exuded warmth, as if happiness was ingrained in her very being-effortless, as if she had been born with it. Akshita RaiSinghania grew up in a protective bubble, wrapped in love and radiating joy. He was a boy, shaped by a strong moral compass and raised to be a quiet observer. It was expected that he would ascend to the throne if she chose to embrace love, while he remained reserved. His world was filled with family and friends, and despite his silence, his affection for them was evident. Avyansh Singh Rathore was born into wealth, destined to inherit a legacy, yet he was determined to forge his own path. Their meeting was not random but destined. The connection between them was palpable, yet their love ran even deeper. She treasured him as her most precious possession, while he thought of her as vital as air, although he remained oblivious to this truth. Though he never dismissed his feelings, he also never fully acknowledged them. Fate intervened, tearing them apart-not through a lack of love, but through betrayal. Years later, their lives intersect again, but they are no longer the same. She was the ruler of darkness, commanding it with authority. Gone was her innocence, now replaced by a desire for revenge. While he exudes authority the one who ruled the kingdom like a lion. The love that everyone perceived as ordinary was anything but-it was dangerous. The secrets revealed will not come from him or anyone else, but from her. When the truth comes to light, they will realize that her pain far surpasses their own. This time, they are not meant to drift apart but to stand united. Their love was genuine, yet it had become twisted. A TWISTED LOVE -Maybe OBSESSION.

She was born in loss. Her first cry was an echo of her mother's last breath. From that moment, Adhira Seghal was not the daughter of a home- she was its burden, its curse, its unspoken wound. A father who should have been her shield, turned his face away in shame. A family that should have embraced her, made her a shadow in her own house. But shadows have a language too. Adhira's was dance. Every twirl was defiance, every step a prayer, every silent rhythm a way of saying: I will not break. And then came Rudraksh Singh Shekhawat. A man carved by grief, haunted by a love that had long turned to ashes. To him, Adhira was no more than a substitute, a name on a marriage contract, a woman he swore never to love. He gave her silence, she gave him smiles. He gave her absence, she gave him devotion. He gave her cruelty, she gave him forever. And still- she stayed. She stayed when her father called her a curse. She stayed when her in-laws whispered bad omen. She stayed when Rudraksh looked through her, as though she were nothing but air in a crowded room. And when his heart bled, it was her hands that stitched it. When his body broke, it was her love that carried it. When his soul fell apart, it was her presence that held it together. But who would hold her? Who would see the fractures behind her smile? Who would hear the silence she swallowed every night? By the time the truth clawed its way into Rudraksh's heart, her light was already fading. Her body failing. Her love, unheard. This is not the story of a princess crowned with jewels, but of one crowned with scars. Not of a fairytale where love rescues, but of a tragedy where love comes too late. Adhira Seghal- the girl who stayed when the world turned away. The princess who fought with silence, and loved until it destroyed her. A story of devotion mistaken for weakness, of silence mistaken for surrender, and of a woman who was both the poetry and the ruin of her own tale.