The story I'm going to tell you is that of a girl. A girl who met a boy (but he was not just any boy, no he was not, he was the one). A girl of many names, she went by Titaliya, Parmeshwari, Pagal and for the purposes of our story? Sanka Devi.
In the stories her mother would tell her before bed, the prince would always marry the beautiful, obedient girl who listened to her parents and ate all of her dinner. Khushi Kumari Gupta did all of that. Therefore, the prince would have to marry her, but first, he'd have to speak to her. And for that... she had a plan. Young Arnav Malik, the ice prince who lived up in Sheesh Mahal on the hill, had no idea what fiery storm was headed his way.
... But don't all the best stories start out that way?
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
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─ the rookie; s1 ~ s?
─ slow-burn, flirting, some spice
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