Tej-Tara : The Swords Of Aryavart

He's falling, he knows it now, but he can't stop.

At first, it was nothing. Just a passing thought, an irritation, a disruption in the silent prison he had built for himself. But now? Slowly, steadily, like a storm creeping up the horizon.
Her.
Nayantara.
His wife. The woman he never wanted but is slowly becoming the only one he can't live without.

He doesn't understand it. She is everything he despises: so damn perfect, so obedient, playing the role of the dutiful wife as if it's her destiny. A woman molded to fit expectations, to serve, to be nothing more than a shadow in the grand life he thought was his.

She's his desire.
His torment.
His inevitable downfall.

And he can't escape it. He was supposed to stay loyal to Drishti, to love her always. But the moment Nayantara dared to stand her ground, to throw him off balance, to become more than just the woman he was forced to marry, she took over his mind in ways he never expected.
Tejendra Pratap-the man who never bends, who never gives in-is falling. Harder. Deeper.

She never asked for this.

For him.
Tejendra

For a marriage built on lies, on cold indifference, on the weight of duty. But here she is, bound to him, trapped in a world where she's invisible and yet, so painfully seen.
She entered this marriage with hope, with a heart that longed for connection. But what she found instead was a man who couldn't even look at her without remembering another woman. The woman he loved. The one loved, even though she had long since slipped away from his grasp.

But Nayantara is no fool.
She was born to endure storms, and she's ready to unleash one of her own.
It's no longer about duty.
It's no longer about pretending.

It's about power. About love.

But she's ready. Ready to fight, ready to love, ready to break him if it means she can finally have the one thing she deserves.

Her husband's heart.