Uncertainty
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WpMetadataReadTerminé mer., sept. 30, 20207h 6m
Saravi is a royal Maiden, the only daughter of Jemina and Hammed Eljal; Wealthy dukes with great name among the palace. Her life has been one of endless restrictions and rules, all to fulfill a single purpose, to marry the future King of Angkor (Kalil Sabagh of the Al-Asad monarchy). It all changes for her when met Mishaal in one of her escapes to the forest. She meets a man who seems to be the savior of her life, and the channel to her long-awaited freedom. She never planned to fall in love with him but it was never in her hands. So, one month after the wedding with the future King, the lovers propose to flee. But things for Saravi are not as easy as she thought because.... "We cannot choose who we fall in love with, but who to stay with,"
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A legendary King who saved their kingdom from brutal invaders and the humble brahmin's (ascetic) daughter. • King gets obsessed with her and forcefully marry her. • Strong female lead x Love sick Male lead. • FL tries to get revenge for what he does to her, follow the journey to see if she can escape from him, or fall for him. • Geographical location is Kashmir. ••• "Will you fight me too, your majesty?" A commanding voice cut through the crowd, drawing all eyes to the arena. At once, everyone knelt. "Hail to the savior of Kali Kingdom!" Shivani's gaze shifted, meeting her husband's smirking eyes. Dressed in green, he stood at the edge, watching her like a hunter sizing up his prey. Her smile faded, replaced by cold resolve. "I am not a warrior, Maharaja," she stated. "Just a teacher. My work here is done." "Rise," he ordered softly, eyes still locked on hers. As the men stood, he stepped forward, his smile deepening. "I, too, wish to learn. I shall pay a suitable fees. Don't worry." Her jaw tightened. "I have nothing to teach the great King," she said, laced with sarcasm. "I'm just a mere woman correcting mistakes-while you, of course, are flawless." Unfazed, he removed his rings one by one, handing them to a servant. "It's a humble request, Maharani. Please teach me. How can you judge my skill without facing me?" Her grip on the sword tightened. He had struck a nerve. "Fine," she snapped. With a sharp swing, she stepped back, putting space between them. A sword was placed in his hand. With a slight nod, he raised it, ready for battle. • • •

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