❝𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘, 𝑱𝑨𝑨𝑵𝑨𝑴.❞ ────౨ৎ──── The first time I heard his name - Siddhant Vardhan, the king of Rajasthan - he was nothing more than a stranger to me. A story whispered in the corridors. A man people either feared... or admired. I didn't know then that his name would one day be carved into my veins, written into my fate. Back then, I was just Ikroor - a girl with too many dreams and too little freedom. My world was small, ordinary... and so painfully untouched by him. ────౨ৎ──── Siddhant x Ikroor He was her reason to smile. She was his reason to breathe. He was in her every prayer. She was in his every heartbeat. ────౨ৎ────