𝓥𝓮𝓲𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝓾𝓫𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷

Aradhya's world was nothing like the fairy tales she once dreamed of. She was the wife of THE VIDHARTH SINGH RAJPUT , a name that sent shivers down the spine of even the bravest. The mafia king, the ruler of an empire built on blood and fear, was her husband. To the world, she was envied-luxury draped her existence, her name carried power, and the title of "MRS. VIDHARTH SINGH RAJPUT" made her untouchable. But behind the grand facade, Aradhya lived in a hell she couldn't escape.

Every day felt like a cage closing tighter, every breath a reminder of the life she had traded away. The man she called her husband bore nothing but cold hatred for her. His words cut deeper than any wound, his presence was a storm that left her trembling. Yet, to the outside world, she was the queen of his empire-a queen who silently bore the torment of being unloved, unwanted, and misunderstood, a queen to whom her husband doesn't even consider wife.

Vidarth, on the other hand, was a man shaped by darkness. Love, compassion, and forgiveness were foreign to him. He is the king who ruled with an iron fist and an unyielding heart, and Aradhya was just another pawn in his game of vengeance and revenge. To him, her existence was a mistake, her presence a constant reminder of everything he despised.

But life has a way of turning tables, and destiny often writes its own story. In the shadow of his hatred, Aradhya would find her strength, and in her silent resilience, Vidarth would unknowingly confront the demons of his past.

Their story wasn't one of love at first sight or hearts intertwined by choice-it was a tale of fire meeting ice, pain birthing resilience, and two broken souls navigating a world where love was a luxury neither believed they deserved.

This is not a love story. This is a war between hate and survival, where one will rise and the other will crumble.