Aurora (On Hold)

au·​ro·​ra \ ə-ˈrȯr-ə
noun
: the dawn or rise of something
: the Roman goddess of the dawn

Aurora.
That's exactly what she was for him. The dawn, the first streak of light in his evil world after what felt like an eternity of darkness. And she didn't stop until she had completely brightened up his entire being.

Just like her name, she was a star. His star. His goddess. And he was her's. Only her's. Mind, body and soul.
And the best part? She didn't even know it.

She was utterly oblivious to the power she held over the king of the royal family of Rajasthan.

Ruthless, callous, unforgiving, literally any negative adjective. That's how people described him. I mean the guy single-handedly destroyed his own parents' billion dollar business, is rumored to have killed and tortured God knows how many souls, and the reason? No one knows. No one questions. They wouldn't dare to. Not if they want to live. But you know what they say, "People are not born heroes or villains; they're created by the people around them."

Now imagine the world's surprise, when the man they thought to be the most 'heartless' creature to have ever graced the face of Earth fell for a 5'3 nymph.

He was wrapped around her little finger. The one person who gave him solace. The one person he'd ever bow down to. The one person who owned him. The one person who tended to his wounds. The one person who gave him what he had forever craved for.
The one person who became the sole reason for his very existence.
The light to his dark.
His aurora.
His star.
His Tara.