Shoxywitch
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In the early 1400s, Princess Mohana was born to break every rule of a kingdom built on tradition. The youngest daughter of King Amish and Queen Megha, she refused silk gowns for armor, etiquette for strategy, and submission for rebellion. Her heart belonged to the battlefield, her spirit untamed... until Rudra came.
Prince Rudra, heir to the powerful kingdom of Avela, is a storm cloaked in ice-cold, commanding, and dangerously insatiable. He doesn't want to tame her. He doesn't want her to bend. He wants to consume every flicker of defiance, to claim her heart and body as his alone.
When desire clashes with duty, Mohana is caught in a perilous game of fire and obsession. Every glance from Rudra sears, every command tempts, and every touch threatens to burn down the walls she's built around herself. Resistance is impossible. Surrender is irresistible.
In a world of political intrigue, forbidden passion, and dangerous obsessions, one question remains: can a woman who refuses to submit survive a man who refuses to let go?
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Mohana's hands were trembling as she tried to pull away, but Rudra's grip on her wrist was iron. His eyes burned into hers, dark, commanding, and impossible to resist.
"Do not move," he murmured, his voice low, edged with something dangerous. "Not until I decide you may."
Her pulse raced, and a shiver ran down her spine. The audacity of his control both infuriated and enthralled her.
"Rudra-" she began, but he silenced her with a hand against her chest, keeping her pressed against him.
"You think you have a choice?" he whispered, leaning close so that his breath fanned her ear. "I choose for both of us. You are mine, Mohana. Do you feel that? The way I'll have you, the way I will bend your fire to me? And yet..." His lips brushed against her jaw, teasing, claiming. "I will never break your spirit. Only... consume it."