In the heart of Rajasthan, where power is inherited and loyalty is demanded, love is the most dangerous rebellion. Shivaay Rathore-cold-hearted, disciplined, and destined to be the future King-is a man who bows to duty, not desire. Feared by his enemies and revered by his people, his world is built on control and legacy. But when his grandmother brings home a quiet, innocent village girl from Sitamgarh, his carefully ordered life begins to fracture. Isha Singh-an orphan raised in silence, shaped by struggle-is thrust into a world of silk and secrets. Chosen by fate, or perhaps by obsession, she steps into a palace where she belongs to no one... and yet, catches the eye of the man who rules it. A forced marriage. A forbidden love. She was never meant to be his queen. But he? He was always destined to fall. #1 in #royalfamily (29 may, 2025), (1 june, 2025) (3 june, 2025) (17 june, 2025) #2 in #forcedmarriage (29 may, 2025) #1 in #Indian (29 may, 2025) (3 june, 2025) (11 june, 2025) (17 june, 2025) #1 in #dark romance (29 may, 2025)

❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |