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𝑨 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆-𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅-𝒂 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏, 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆.
Rudransh, the Northern King, a master of silence, iron, and winter. In war, he finds control. In peace, he finds unrest.
And then, there's Vishaakha-a warrior cloaked in legend, her voice colder than death, her fire hotter than the sun. During Mahakumbh Mela, he sees her eyes through the chaos-sharp, stormy, unforgettable. She helps the enemy. And yet, he's captivated.
In another world, away from the battlefield, Padmini, an Eastern princess, meets Veer, a lone wanderer with pain in his eyes. He enters her kingdom for sacred work-seeking a rare herb. They meet briefly, something shifts.
When Veer and Vishaakha cross paths in the quiet forest of the East, sparks fly. Two strangers. Two warriors. Cold, cautious, drawn to each other. Neither knows the truth. Love brews in the dark, wrapped in letters, delivered by fate.
And when Padmini's royal family travels to attend the grand Mahakumbh Mela, they stay in the palace of Rudransh. They meet as strangers, yet familiar. Their eyes recognize something their minds refuse to accept. "She's delicate. She can't be my Vishaakha," He think. "He's royal. He could never be my Veer," She think.
Despite resistance, a marriage is arranged. The princess and the king. Unaware-they write letters to each other.
Can love survive the war of mistaken identities, rival crowns, and untold truths? Will the ones they love in secret destroy the ones they hate in public?