・𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 - 𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐕𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐮𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢 Darkness , that's what his world is filled with , people call him the most cruel and heartless because of his brutal killing skills . Eldest son of Raghuvanshi , the royal family of Jaipur , Rajasthan . The cruel and merciless mafia leader who is feared by all . He is the biggest businessman of India . He loves to keep everything under his control . His presence is enough to make people shiver in fear . His hazel eyes are filled with darkness , no source of remorse or guilt can be seen in them when he sees his enemies dying in front of him . He is a firm believer of Mahakal . His steps are silent like a predator . 𝐀𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐲 Light , source of light and epitome of kindness she is . Youngest daughter of Roy . A well known psychologist . Being the youngest daughter she is pampered by all . Her angelic self spreads happiness wherever she goes . The sweetest lady , with lots of mischievousness . She gets everything from her parents and gives everything to the welfare of people . Her black doe eyes are filled with immense kindness and care for the people , She is a firm believer of Banke bihari . She carries sounds with herself . Her bangles and anklet sounds rings in every silent corner . ....... 🪷 ....... Both are poles apart , She spreads happiness wherever she goes He spreads horror wherever he goes She feared darkness He surrounded himself with darkness Epitome of kindness she is Epitome of cruelness he is She can't see anyone in pain He loves to see others in pain What will happen when they will be tied in the sacred bond of marriage willingly ?

𝘼𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙙-𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙨. 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙫𝙤𝙬 𝙣𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚, 𝙮𝙚𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩. . . . . . 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓 - 𝟏𝟐/𝟎𝟑/𝟐𝟓 𝐄𝐍𝐃 - ......

𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟏 × 𝟐3 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: #𝟏 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 She saw him more than once. And every time, her heart betrayed her; racing, stumbling, fluttering like a caged butterfly chasing a memory. Her breath shortened, her chest tightened, and still, she said nothing. Because it wasn't her place. Because she was never meant to be seen. Until she was. Until the day she stood before him, not as a stranger in the crowd, but as his bride. The wrong bride. He had seen her before. Once in passing, her eyes barely a flicker in his peripheral vision, dismissed for a prettier pair. The second time, he saw her through a vow sealed in blood and duty. And rage erupted. Exacting. Demanding. She wasn't supposed to wear that dress. She wasn't supposed to carry his name. But now that she does... There's no turning back.