Policialromance Stories

"Don't." My voice breaks as I stare at the colour in his hand. For a moment, the entire hall falls silent. Hundreds of people watch. Neither of us moves. Neither of us breathes. "Please..." I whisper. His hand trembles. His eyes are red. Broken. Just like mine. "You used to trust me, Gawri." His voice is barely audible. I close my eyes. Because trusting him is what destroyed me. And loving him... is what ruined him. ---------------- Gawri Rao. The princess who was raised by warriors. The girl who could break bones without hesitation but cried when her brothers scolded her. The girl whose world revolved around family. Until one missed train changed everything. --- Rudra Veer Rathore. Minister. Kingmaker. The pride of Kashi. A man capable of folding his hands before God in the morning... and making his enemies disappear before sunset. A man who never lost a battle. Until he lost her. ---------- A South Indian royal family. A North Indian political dynasty. A marriage that united two powerful worlds. A secret powerful enough to destroy them. And a love that refuses to die. Even after everything. Because some stories begin with a wedding. And some love stories survive only after they are broken. This is one of them...