NIRJHARA ~Suryagardh's Clandestine Tale~
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"Listen, Mr. Shekhawat. I'm warning you - don't. Call. Me. Baby. Not even my Boyfriend Rojar, gets that privilege. And you? Who do you think you are?" Aaradhya's voice sharp.
Vishwaraj Whispered,
"YOUR HALF-HUSBAND."
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"Do you have a Boyfriend?"
Prithviraj tossed his phone onto Nirjhara's lap.
"Take this."
"If there's even a chance of something like that, break up with him now. Once we're married, I won't tolerate anything that stains the name or image of Suryagardh. I know how you young people are - distracted by fantasies, chasing dreams without understanding the cost. In Suryagardh, we don't have the luxury of childish mistakes. I won't dig into your past. I won't waste my time chasing shadows."
"But from this moment onward, I expect absolute loyalty. Trust. Honesty. Nothing less."
"So before we move forward, erase your past - if there's even anything to erase."
In Suryagardh, love was never a simple affair. It was tangled in duty, woven into bloodlines, stitched into promises made generations ago. Love was a battlefield fought not with passion, but with sacrifice.
Some love stories bloomed in the stony soil, becoming legends whispered for centuries.
Some taught bitter lessons, carved into the hearts of the next generation as warnings. And some... some were crushed under the merciless weight of fate before they could even take root.
Yet, what happens when love dares to defy destiny?
When hearts, reckless and stubborn, refuse to bow before ancient traditions?
In the land of Suryagardh, love, duty & destiny were always on a collision course.
Now, the ancient gates of Suryagardh creaked open once more.
The queens were waiting.
The warriors were watching.
The winds of change had begun to stir.
Step inside - & let the journey begin.
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