His Infatuation

His Infatuation

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"They called him a king. I called him my captor. But once-long ago-he was the boy in my dreams." Meera is a brilliant historian with a quiet life, an ordinary boyfriend, and a mind full of forgotten dreams. But when shadows from the past start chasing her, she is torn from her world and forced into a secret marriage with Aditya Singh Raghuvanshi, the enigmatic and ruthless King of Jaipur. He's powerful. Possessive. Obsessively in love with a woman who no longer remembers him. She's the only thing he's ever wanted-and the only thing he can never truly have. As Meera fights to reclaim her freedom, buried truths rise to the surface-of childhood secrets, broken promises, and a love that may have started lifetimes ago. In a palace filled with ghosts, betrayal, and desire, can Meera survive a man who would burn the world to keep her? What happens when Meera finds herself in a cage of a complete stranger in a completely new place. Royal to rebirth, the buried past and deeds will be revealed. Secrets will unveiled changing her life completely Let's see what fate has written for her . 📍Will go through a major editing won't change the story but just have to edit grammatical and spelling errors and add some more elements ✨.🐣
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On the night of her wedding, Princess Meera Shree Rajput sat draped in red and gold, her pulse trembling beneath the weight of silk and jewels. The air was too still, too heavy, as though the palace itself held its breath. A sound shattered the hush-footsteps, steady and deliberate. She turned. Her groom stood before her, his face veiled in a mask , a sword glinting in his hand. Before her lips could form a word, the blade found her heart. Her bangles struck the marble floor in a scatter of sound, her breath faltered, and the palace drowned in silence. When her eyes opened again, time had lost its meaning. Centuries unraveled like threads: Empires rose and crumbled, storms clawed at the stone halls, and still she wandered-unseen, unheard, bound to the place of her death. Until one night, headlights cut through the darkness of the courtyard. From the car stepped a man-his presence carved against the winter air. His gaze swept the ruins... and stopped on HER. For the first time in lifetimes, Princess Meera was seen.

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