Royalty And Ruins

They say love is a beautiful thing.

They say it makes you softer, gentler, warmer.

But this?
This wasn't soft.
This was war.

It was chaos wrapped in chemistry, pain disguised as passion. It was love... maybe.
But more than anything, it was them.

Ishika Malhotra.
The girl with fire in her veins and a crown no one gave her-she built it, wore it, and dared the world to knock it off. Feared by many, loved by few, and hated by one.

Vihaan Raisinghania.
The man who never lost. The heir to an empire, the storm in a designer suit, and the only one foolish enough to play with fire-her fire.

And together?
They burned.

They weren't the couple you rooted for. They were the couple you warned people about.

The kind of lovers that left behind blood, broken glass, and bad decisions.

The kind of enemies who memorized each other's vulnerabilities just to weaponize them.

The kind of past that never really stayed in the past.

Because no matter how far they ran, no matter who they tried to become-

They always ended up here.

Facing each other.
Fighting.
Burning.
Loving.
Hating.

Every look was a dare.
Every word was a war.
Every moment? A ticking bomb waiting to explode into either a kiss or catastrophe.

And yet, in the silence between battles, in the spaces between their rage, there were memories.
Soft, aching, unfinished.

Moments when they almost had it right.

Moments that whispered-
"If this is what heartbreak feels like...
God, it better be worth it."

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