BOOK #1 IN THE BLINDING SERIES.
#1 Enemies to Lovers
#1 Indian
#3 hate
#4 Forcedmarriage
#3 kingsandqueens
In the kingdom of Vardhana, the most powerful king known to mankind rules, Maharaj Ranvijay Singh, a force feared by many. He has never faced defeat, he has won every war he has fought, he has never kneeled for someone.
But his life's whole trajectory changes when he meets her.
The shadow, that's what they call her, nobody knows she exists, nobody knows how many she has killed. She is the famed assassin of the Kingdom of Vardhana. She has killed every wrongdoer she has found, without hesitation, she is death herself. Until, she is caught by the king, Maharaj Ranvijay Singh, she assumes he would kill her.
But her life takes a turn when he asks her to marry him. His intentions are clear, to torture her to death, give her the worst death in the history that is to be written.
Both their lives have been entangled by fate.
Manipulation, mind games, treason, murder, comedy, friendship, and at last love.
They need to overcome every force that comes their way if they wish to succeed, but can a criminal and a King fall in love?
Thats a question even they cant answer.
Started: March 10th 2024
Completed: November 09th 2024.
Word count: 127K
𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 ✧・゚: ✧・゚:
"𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮... 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸?" The accusation rang through the air, their fingers pointing at Shivay.
Yashvi's breath hitched. The weight of a hundred condemning eyes burned into her skin, branding her with a sin she never committed..
"𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩," Shivay's voice was a low growl, dangerous and unyielding. His gaze, cold as steel, swept over the crowd. "𝘚𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘵."
The men he had beaten sneered, reveling in the chaos. The villagers murmured, their judgment heavy in the air.
"𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳."
Silence fell. Yashvi's hands curled into fists, her entire being trembling with rage and humiliation.
"𝘐'𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘮," she hissed, her voice shaking but firm.
A muscle ticked in Shivay's jaw, his patience snapping. He stepped closer, his dark gaze locking onto hers.
"𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭, 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘢," he murmured, lethal and unwavering. "𝘕𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘥."
A marriage of hate.
A fate they didn't choose.
A fire they couldn't stop.
This wasn't love.
This was 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.