Rivayasutra
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He stood still for one agonizing beat. Then, with a slow, deliberate cadence that promised pure danger, he started to walk.
I stumbled back one step, then another, until the cold stone wall was pressing against my spine.
My voice was a useless thread of sound.
"Rana Sa."
He closed the distance entirely. He stopped only when our bodies were separated by the desperate, searing space of a single breath.
I felt an instant, palpable physical heat radiating from him.
His eyes didn't waste time on my face. They traveled-a slow, burning inspection-from the delicate curve of my neck, to the frantic rise and fall of my chest beneath the silk, before finally, dangerously, settling on my mouth.
It felt like being stripped bare.
"Rana Sa... W-what are you doing?" The stammer was shameful. I was terrified, yet completely paralyzed.
He leaned in, his voice a low, gravelly sound that vibrated directly against my ear-pure, unchecked dominance.
"What do you want me to do? Say the word. Do you wish me to go out there and kill that bastard who dared to place his hand on what is mine?"
His huge hand lifted, not in anger, but in slow, brutal deliberation. His fingertips found the line of my neck, just below my ear, where my pulse was hammering so violently I thought he could hear it.
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The world saw a royal daughter born in luxury.
Vaidehi Chauhan learned how to bleed behind a smile,
to carry a dynasty on her shoulders without letting anyone see her tremble.
Destiny didn't give her a love story.
It gave her a marriage built on duty...
to a man almost a decade older-powerful, unreadable, dangerously restrained.
She is gentle, but unbreakable.
He is distant, but burning.
In a world where every emotion hides behind a veil,
can she ever love freely?
Or will she burn quietly between the vows she took
and the fire she hides within?
A story of veiled love,
where every glance is a confessio