ROYAL BLOOD,BROKEN WINGS
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Rudransh Dev Raichand.
With steel-cut blue eyes and inked arms bearing war-worn vows, he was more myth than man. The cold heir of the Raichand Empire. Lord of the Black Syndicate. He didn't plead. He decided. And destinies bent.
Ruhanika Rathore.
Born a Banarasi princess, now a chief surgeon. Grace sculpted by royalty, spirit hardened by fate. Her hazel eyes held secrets, her silence spoke storms. He wanted her. No-he needed her. So he took her.
The marriage was forged in power, not prayer. Her voice drowned in gunfire, her family hushed by fear. And now, on their wedding night, she sat by the window, mangalsutra tight like a shackle, staring at the moon.
"Mama, you promised me... you left me alone in this nightmare."
The air shifted. He was here.
Rudransh.
Dripping from a cold shower, black track pants clinging, white tee taut across his chest. Silent. Watching.
Then-
Slap.
Her palm across his face. Instant regret.
He caught her wrist, twisted it gently behind her. She gasped. His body was against hers, breath grazing her neck.
"I didn't mean to-"
"Shh."
"I'm tired. This marriage-this life-you-it's too much!"
"Then scream. Curse. But don't talk of leaving me."
"Why me? Why ruin my life?"
He slammed the wall. Blood dripped.
"Because I love you, dammit. Since Banaras. Since I saw you smiling at orphans. You've haunted me since. I bled for you. I burned for you."
She shook. "Rudransh..."
"You think I'm a monster?" He stepped closer, nose brushing hers. "Then let me be your monster. But don't doubt my love."
His breath ghosted over her lips.
"Say it," he whispered. "Say you hate me."
She couldn't. Wouldn't.
"You're not a man... you're a storm."
And then, his lips touched hers-not to steal, but to mark.
A war had begun.
Neither of them would surrender.
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"I am yours just yours but I can't be with you anymore" ---------------------- "I married her to save her from the disgrace and shame that society would have thrust upon her," Abhirath said, his voice steady but tinged with an edge of desperation. Vedanti's eyes flashed with anger and hurt. "Oh, and if you had made her your sister, you could have saved her reputation then too, couldn't you, Hukum?" she retorted, using the formal title with a touch of bitterness. "But no, you just had to marry her, didn't you? No explanation, no warning, just a decision made without a thought for what it would do to me." Abhirath took a step closer, his face etched with regret. "Vedanti, you have to understand-" "No," she interrupted, her voice rising. "You don't get to stand there and tell me what I need to understand. You don't get to justify your actions now. You broke my trust, Abhirath. You shattered my heart. How can you expect me to believe anything you say?" The pain in her eyes cut him deeply. He reached out, trying to take her hand, but she pulled away. "I was young, naive," she continued, her voice trembling with emotion. "I trusted you with everything I had. And what did you do? You left me alone in the dead of night, forced me to fend for myself. You planned my parents' deaths, manipulated every part of my life. How can you claim to love me when you've caused me so much pain?" Abhirath's eyes filled with anguish. "Vedanti, every action I took was to protect you, even if it doesn't seem that way. I thought I was doing what was best-" Vedanti laughed bitterly. "Best for whom, Abhirath? For me or for your own conscience? You talk about protection, but all you've done is bring chaos into my life." --------------- PART ONE OF HIS WIFE SERIES✨❤ ------------
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