102 parts Ongoing Mature"He is the only man who has the right to look at her while she is the only woman he'll allow himself to look at."
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In the heart of two ancient kingdoms, bound by tradition and divinity, lived two souls destined to cross paths.
Aadhya Shigh Ranawat
Princess of Kashi-the sacred land of Lord Shiva. Grace flowed in her every gesture, as though the river Ganga herself had blessed her existence. A devotee of the Mahadev she worshipped daily, Aadhya carried in her eyes the calm strength of the Himalayas and in her voice the softness of a morning prayer. Strong-willed yet gentle, well-mannered yet unafraid of truth, she was a rare blend of fire and serenity. Her faith was her armor, her compassion her crown.
Shashwat Pratap Kashyap
Prince of Jaipur-the desert jewel of Rajasthan. Tall, broad-shouldered, with a face that seemed carved by destiny itself, he carried the dangerous beauty of a warrior but the innocence of a boy untouched by worldly vices. A shadow of the past lingered in his heart, shaping him into a man who knew little of intimacy, for life had taught him restraint before it taught him love. Raised with discipline, shielded by tradition, he believed that to touch a woman was ungentlemanly and improper of his upbringing. And so, despite his charm, his soul remained unawakened, waiting-perhaps-for someone who could unravel it.
He was Shashwat-everlasting, enduring, like time itself.
She was Aadhya-the first, the beginning, like creation itself.
Two names, two meanings.
Two destinies, soon to intertwine.
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