YUVISHA
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Yuvraj Singhania - heir to a powerful business empire, arrogant to the core, and known for never bending to anyone... except his beloved grandmother.
Tanisha Mittal - the cheerful, pampered daughter of a loving family. Sweet and obedient, but knows how to bite back when pushed.
When their grandmothers scheme to get them married, neither has a choice. But Yuvi has a plan-revenge. What happens when the man with a grudge starts falling for the woman he vowed to hurt?
Will love bloom from the mess he's made, or will it be too late?
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Yuvi grabbed her throat in a firm grip and pulled her close to himself. "When someone suggests you'll end up with another man, you correct them. Firmly. You tell them you're marrying me." Her breath hitched. So he had heard everything.
She recovered quickly, forcing her voice to remain indifferent. "That's none of their business."
"Oh, but it is," he countered smoothly, his gaze flickering to her lips before meeting her eyes again. "And you make it your business to tell them that."
Taani let out a humorless chuckle. "Anything else, Your Majesty?"
Yuvraj leaned in even closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Last but definitely not least, kitten-" his lips brushed against hers, just a fleeting touch, enough to taste the hint of cherry on them-"call me your 'friend' again, and married or not, I won't hesitate to kiss the daylights out of you in front of them."
Taani's eyes widened at the brief contact, her breath hitching. Before she could react, he stepped back, slipping his hands into his pockets with infuriating ease, as if nothing had happened-as if he hadn't just turned her entire world upside down.
She held his gaze, her voice unwavering. "First, I can hug whoever I want."
Yuvraj smirked. "Oh, sweetheart, then you'll see what I do in retaliation and I promise, you won't like it one bit."
"Shh. Don't interrupt," she murmured, pressing a single finger to his lips.
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"I suggest you sit down, Rajkumari..." the old spy whispered, barely above a breath as he collapsed before her. His cloak was soaked in blood-not his own-and his face was pale with terror she had only seen on the battlefield. Jhanvi's hand froze mid-motion as she reached for her goblet. It had only been four days. Four days since she was forced to return to Deshmukh and left her Ranjha alone. "What happened?" Her voice was quieter than she expected. The man looked up, shame clouding his eyes. "Forgive me, Rajkumari... I could not stop him. No one can." Jhanvi's brows furrowed. "Prithvi?" He nodded. "The King has executed seventeen prisoners in three days. No trials. No questions. Among them... a boy, fifteen, who tried to steal from the temple steps. An eighty-year-old woman accused of speaking ill of the crown. He didn't flinch." Jhanvi's breath caught. "That's not... him." The spy clenched his fists. "He doesn't sleep. He skips meals. The royal doctor says his body is tearing from the inside-he's injured himself thrice during combat drills. Blood everywhere. He won't stop." Jhanvi stood, heart pounding. "Why are the ministers allowing this?!" "Who dares to stand in his way?" the man cried. "When an ambassador from an allied kingdom said, 'Your Majesty is fortunate to have been loved by such a divine woman,' he exiled the entire delegation. Burned the alliance papers and cut ties with the most powerful kingdom." Jhanvi staggered back, hand to her chest. "He... ended a diplomatic tie over... me?" "He screamed," the man rasped, eyes wide with memory. "He threw his sword and shouted, 'If I'm so fortunate, where the hell is my raani?!'" Silence filled the chamber. The spy whispered, "He's not a king anymore, Rajkumari. He's a man burning alive from the absence of his queen." Jhanvi clutched the table, heart aching. "He'll destroy himself," she whispered, a tear slipping down her cheek. "But... what about my self-respect?"
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