Yours forever.

Yours forever.

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SANGRAM SINGH RATHORE: The crown prince of Rajasthan. The Rathore's can be described as the perfect example of people wrapped in eliteness. Sangram was no different. Being the crown prince and the eldest heir to the throne along with a wholesome of fortune, he was rich even before doing anything. Sharp, stoic, practical and strategic along with straightforwardness being his strongest suits. Tanned skin, grey eyes watching like a hawk and making people just by looking, with a height of 6'3 was no less than a walking dream for almost every girl in Rajasthan. NAINA SHARMA: Daughter of accountant working for the royal family. Sweet, loving, simple and scared. Height barely 5'4, chubby cheeks. Naina lived in the quiet tremors of "what if," her heart constantly bracing for the impact of their colliding worlds. She saw the jagged edges of their differences-the social chasm, the trail of wreckage he left behind-as a mounting wall she couldn't climb. But Sangram didn't believe in walls; he believed in conquest. To him, the world was a series of things to be owned, and Naina was the only thing he had ever truly wanted. He didn't just love her; he fixated on her with a raw, unapologetic intensity that bordered on the feral. He didn't hide his devotion, nor did he sugarcoat the carnage of his reputation to appease her conscience. He was a storm, and she was the only anchor that kept him from obliterating everything in his path. When her hesitation flared into a plea for him to let her go, he only tightened his grip. She was his singular weakness, the only voice capable of silencing the violence in his blood. Sangram had spent his life taking what he wanted by force, and he wasn't about to let the only light he'd ever known flicker out just because she was afraid of the dark. He had claimed her, and in his world, what Sangram claimed, he kept-forever. BUT WAIT THERE IS ANOTHER TWIST. Let's dive into the segment of naina and sangram to see you all love has to face.
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