He: If Loving is an art, I want you to be my Picasso Myra. Myra: No, you don't meant it. Tell me everything is a lie. You cannot love me. How can you say this to me when you love someone else ? He: How do I prove it you Myra ? Myra: Please don't this to me. Stop playing this love game. I tired of it. He held her hand and placed her palm against his chest. Closing his eyes, he sighed and gave a gentle squeeze to her palm. He: I love you Myra. It has been always you then, only you now and it will always be you forever. I will never be tired of loving you cause my life is meant only to love you even from the age when I didn't know what is to fall in love. Yet here I m before you confessing my love after years of being hidden deep in my heart Myra. I love you with every bone, fibre and cells in my body. I love you to the moon and back. I love you to the eternity Myra. -------------------- "The Course of true love never did run smooth " - William Shakespeare. Join Myra in her journey to unfold the love, passion, pain, betrayal and joy, fate has planned for her.

" Do not be mistaken little flower, you are mine and mine alone. Any man who looks at you longer than three seconds will be dealt in a manner I find fitting. This is my kingdom and I run it the way I see it competent." Rana Arjun Singh Rajvanshi, the king of Rajasthan announced as he occupied his big, intimidating throne and I stood as far away from his as I possibly could and I shivered under his mocking gaze. " The last time I checked, I was a living human being and not a thing to be possessed Ranaji. You may be the king and own this kingdom and the will of people here but you most certainly don't own me. I will not submit and neither will I do what you want me to. This is my life and I should be the one who makes decisions for myself." I don't know where this undiscovered confidence was coming within me in front of him but I was giving my best to not let it slip away. All I heard was a laughter which oscillated in the otherwise empty throne room as he stood up on his feet and started to walk to where I was standing. His gaze, which was mocking me earlier had now turned stoic which rooted me to the spot I was standing at. I couldn't as much as attempt to run away. " You are only helping me, little one. I am not the one to back out from a challenge and when the incentive is as ravishing as you, how can I lose?" He asked as he stopped merely inches away from me and with the back of his hand, traced the single strand of hair which was framing my face right till my chin, his fingers still lingering. There was a solid 0.001% chance that I could have avoided this trouble named Rana Arjun Singh Rajvanshi but who was I kidding? I was a walking trouble magnet and what was 0.001% if not an over-expecting hope of something not happening? Rana Arjun Singh Rajvanshi takes Siya Dhar's world by storm when she steals his heart without even have the knowledge of doing so!

English translation available. A tale of two friends who always wished to have a love marriage but they never felt love for each other. What happens if they are pushed in an arranged marriage?

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