In the 18th century, Princess Siya Kumari of Mewar Face a swayamvar arranged by her father, knowing her choice was already made. Her longing for freedom contrasts with her royal duty. Meanwhile, in modern Mumbai, ruthless billionaire Ekansh Rathore dismisses emotions as weaknesses. His world collides with Siya's when she inexplicably time-travels to his era and faints in front of his car. Ekansh, intrigued by Siya despite his skepticism, helps her and begins investigating her mysterious background. Siya, disoriented by the modern world, is drawn to Ekansh's complexity, while he is captivated by her grace. Their interactions reveal a deep, unexpected connection that challenges their beliefs and emotional barriers. As their bond grows, they confront their pasts and insecurities. Facing personal demons and adapting to new realities, they find that their meeting might be more than coincidence. Their journey becomes a transformative exploration of love, healing, and a chance to reshape their destinies together. ********* Ekansh: "You know, Siya, I never believed in fate or love... not until you appeared in my life. You walked out of a different time, but it feels like you were meant to be here, in my world, with me." ................................ Author Note: ...................................................... Please first read 5 Chapters to Decide if you like or not🥲 ..................................................... feel free to comment

The room was charged with tension, the air thick with unspoken words. Avni stood frozen, her heart racing, the weight of his anger palpable. "Why did you let him touch you?" he yelled, his voice echoing off the walls, sending shivers down her spine. She flinched at the harshness, fear creeping in as she searched for the right words, but they eluded her. "Avni!!! Answer me," he demanded, stepping closer. She instinctively backed away, only to feel his strong grip on her wrist, yanking her towards him. Their faces were mere inches apart, the heat of his breath mingling with hers, a turbulent mix of emotions swirling in the space between them. In his eyes, she saw fury and a darker undercurrent of jealousy, the intensity almost overwhelming. "I... I wa-" she stammered, but he cut her off. "I don't want to hear anything from you," he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "You just need to know one thing: you are my wife, and no one-no one-is allowed to get close to you except me." With each word, his expression softened, a deep-seated vulnerability creeping in. Yet the fire of his jealousy remained. "I really don't like it when I see someone else touching what is mine." The confession hung in the air, heavy with unspoken longing and possessiveness. Then, unexpectedly, he leaned in, resting his head against her shoulder, enveloping her in a tight embrace. The tension in his body slowly dissipated, replaced by an almost desperate need to hold her close. Avni felt the warmth radiating from him, a mix of comfort and a fierce need to protect, leaving her both shaken and oddly reassured...... Tropes ............ Marriage of Convience Hate to love Stranger to lovers Tropes Boxer X Fashion designer Possessive Husband Desi romance Arrogant X sunshine I May have lied to you but you belong to me, Princess 💗💗💗💗 .............