RUDVIKA: Bound by Fate
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The midnight wind howled through the corridors of Rathore Haveli as I ran-barefoot, my bridal dupatta trailing behind me like a wounded bird. My heart pounded louder than the temple bells in the distance.
"Stop her! She's running away!" A distant voice roared, but I didn't turn back.
The courtyard was deserted, the marble floor cold beneath my feet. A carriage stood waiting at the gates, my one chance at freedom. I gripped my lehenga and surged forward-when strong hands seized my wrist.
Rudransh.
His grip was firm, his breath uneven. His eyes-once filled with indifference-now burned with something else. Something dangerous.
"You're running from me?" His voice was a low growl.
Tears blurred my vision. "You never wanted this marriage, Rudransh! So let me go!"
His jaw tightened. "Maybe I didn't. But I'll be damned if I let the world say Rudransh Pratap Singh's bride ran away on our wedding night."
The challenge in his voice sent a shiver down my spine. My escape plan was shattered, and in that moment, I realized... so was my heart.
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"RUDVIKA: Bound by Fate" is a heartfelt historical romance set in 1980s Rajasthan, where love and tradition collide. Rudransh Pratap Singh, a rebellious young man, and Shivika Rathore, a woman of grace and conviction, are bound by an arranged childhood marriage. While Rudransh resists the shackles of duty, Shivika embraces fate with quiet strength. As misunderstandings, pride, and family expectations test their bond, will love find its way into their hearts? A tale of love, pain, and self-discovery, where destiny weaves its own story.
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