🦋 𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓪𝓽 𝓶𝓮, 𝓑𝓾𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓵𝔂... "𝓖𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵." Now remember this fvcking face of mine- because from today onwards... you should know exactly who owns your nightmares. 👑🖤 ༺═────────────═༻ 🦋 𝓣𝓲𝓽𝓵𝓲 𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓪 soft. silent. shattered. 🎀 A girl who learned too early that screams don't save you... and words only make everything worse. 🥀 Broken by people. Punished by fate. Given away like she never belonged to herself in the first place. 🕊️ ༺═────────────═༻ 👑 𝓐𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓽𝔂𝓪 𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓱 𝓢𝓱𝓮𝓴𝓱𝓪𝔀𝓪𝓽 a man whose silence is more dangerous than violence. 🖤 Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. A man who rules empires with a glance... and destroys people without even raising his voice. 👑 He never wanted love. Never believed in softness. And definitely never wanted a wife. But when his Dadi chose her- he agreed. ✨ Not to love her. Not to heal her. Not to understand her. Only to keep her. 🕯️ ༺═────────────═༻ 🖤 She doesn't speak. 👑 He doesn't feel. And somewhere between his control... and her silence- something dark begins to bloom. 🥀 Something obsessive. Something dangerous. Something neither of them can escape anymore. ⛓️ ༺═────────────═༻ He calls her "Butterfly" 🦋 Like she's delicate. fragile. breakable. Like she belongs in his hands. But what Achintya doesn't know is- ✨ some butterflies don't die inside cages. 🦋 They survive. They wait. And when the time comes- they fly. ༺═────────────═༻ ⚠️ 𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞

Vashista , a 21 year old who finished 12th class, since then she is restricted to home and responsibilities. A very warm kind hearted woman. Devaraj, a 27 year old man who works in fileds and lives on his own as he doesn't have parents but a very stoic and cold hearted person but beneath all that he craves for love and affection. When Vashista and Devaraj gets married will they find love and be happy? Will vashista manage to make her way into Devaraj's heart? Will love ever bloom in their lifes? Dive into to know more!

˚ . ྀིྀི୧ ❤︎ ୨ ྀིྀི.˚ "You don't own me, Mr. Rathore." "Don't I? Look around, Noor. Every door in this mansion opens with my name - and you're standing in the middle of it wearing my sindoor." Noor: "Maybe you forced me into your world... but you'll never have me." Rudraksh (leaning close, whispering): "Sweetheart, I don't chase what's mine. I just wait... until you stop running." ౨ৎ.⋆˚✿˖°꒰ঌ໒꒱˚⋆𐙚。𖦹.ᡣ𐭩 🖤 The night smelled of roses... and ruin. The city slept, but the mansion on the hill burned with gold - not of celebration, but of power. She stood there, trembling in crimson silk, eyes swollen from hours of crying. 👰‍♀️ Noor Malhotra - the sacrifice wrapped as a bride. And across the room, watching her like a shadow come alive, was Rudraksh Singh Rathore - the man they called The Devil of Rajasthan. 💼 The minister. 💣 The mafia. 🕶️ The man whose word was law... and whose silence was punishment. "Why me...?" she whispered, her voice breaking. "Because you smiled once," he replied coldly, stepping closer, "and the world forgot to exist for me." Her breath hitched as his gaze dragged over her - not with lust, but obsession. The kind that didn't crave flesh, it demanded possession. "Your father owed me," he continued, slipping a ring onto her finger. "So he gave me his most precious thing." A tear rolled down Noor's cheek. He caught it mid-air, his thumb tracing it like a mark of victory. "From this night," he murmured, eyes locked on hers, "you're not Noor Malhotra anymore." "You're my Amanat." 🌑 Silence followed - heavy, consuming, sacred. Outside, the world carried on, unaware that a deal had been sealed - not with signatures, but with stolen innocence and unspoken desire. 💔 That night, the devil was gifted a soul made of light. And he promised himself one thing - If heaven ever tried to take her back... 🔥 he'd burn it down.