Lakeerein: Bounded By Destiny
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Siya loved Hukum Sa in silence.
So silently that she helped prepare for his wedding...
even when it broke her heart.
"Hukum Sa is getting married," her father said casually, unaware that his words destroyed her world.
She cried the whole night.
By morning, she returned to the haveli with a smile-because loving him never meant being chosen.
Until everything changed.
"Say yes... or your baba will die."
The threat didn't come from an enemy.
It came from the man she trusted the most.
Trapped in a marriage she never wanted, seated as a bride in the very room of the man she loved, Siya questioned everything-until the king himself stormed in.
"She is my wife!"
With fury in his eyes, he claimed her before the entire haveli.
A girl who prepared for the man she loved to marry someone else...
ended up becoming his "Biwi" instead.
Now Siya must survive a royal life filled with secrets, power, and whispers that refuse to stay buried.
Can she carry the weight of duty without losing her heart?
Will her one-sided love remain unreturned-or will destiny finally change its course?
And in a haveli hiding supernatural mysteries, is Siya just another servant... or the one meant to unravel them all?
Tropes
• Royal Romance
• Age Gap
• Possessive Male Lead
• Innocent but Strong Female Lead
• Supernatural
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