Ruthless

Ruthless.

Her mother's eyes pleaded silently with hers, the brown pools blurring with anger and sadness, ❝They call you ruthless, Akira, you understand right? You need to stop this madness. Right this second-❞

She cut her mother off, turning the emerald ring that sat on her middle finger. A venomous laugh left the threshold of her rose tinted lips, ❝Every great story begins with a little madness, mother. And my story has just begun.❞

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✾ Maharani Akira Singh - the one who was as invincible as the Goddesses that lounged above.
Just as untouchable, just as drunk on power and just as oblivious to the darkness of the world that bubbled underneath her own two feet. Akira was the embodiment of the one in control - whether it was of herself or of the world she so elegantly ruled.

But when you're a mortal pretending to be a God, nothing lasts. Your world will crumble and you will crumble with it - disintegrating into bits and pieces. You will be pushed off the throne you had been worshipped at and while Akira might be prideful, even knew it.

She knew that one day her fall would come - taking down her reign and leaving her to rule the ruins. But what she didn't know was that it would come in the form of a man. A suitor, a foreigner, a quick-witted prince: Yuvraj Kartik chauhan.

Life is never simple when you're royalty, especially when there are people ready to slice your throat at every turn, every downfall and every place where darkness falls.
So what will you do? Will you build up a wall high enough to ward everyone off, succumbing to your own loneliness? Or will you trust the one person you weren't supposed to? ✾

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[Trigger warning - Mentions of blood, gore and war.]
[Word count: 40k - 50k]

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