Bloodlines & Betrayals

When two empires rise, the earth trembles,
But when Devraaj and Rathore lock eyes, the world shudders.

No one remembers when the blood feud began,
But its echoes haunt every shadow and whisper.

They rule not just cities, but the veins of the land,
Owning secrets, smuggling diamonds, controlling fate with a single hand.

Arjun's eyes are stone, his heart carved from ice,
Ayaan's fire burns, unpredictable, and twice as precise.

The Rathores stand in silence, a kingdom built on stone,
Rajendra's word is law, and his daughters, warriors, on their own.

Rupa, elegant and venomous, Ritika, sharp as a blade,
Both trained to conquer, never to fade.

A forced union, a legacy born in blood,
Four hearts bound together, but will they drown in the flood?

Marriage is not love, but a war in disguise,
Where loyalty dies, and betrayal wears a lover's guise.

In a palace of power, beneath their royal crowns,
Secrets fester, and the game of thrones burns down.

They are heirs to darkness, siblings to the storm,
Ready to conquer, ready to transform.

Blood remembers what time dares not forget,
And the price of empire is a debt they haven't paid yet.

Welcome to a world where kings wear suits, queens wear daggers, and love is just the prettiest kind of trap.

⚠️ Mature themes: violence, manipulation, psychological warfare, and toxic desire. Read at your own risk. Obsession is inevitable.