Rang-e-Fana - The colour of destruction

In the glittering halls of Rathore Palace, where tradition reigns supreme and love is a dangerous game, Roop Thakur never imagined she'd be standing in the bride's place. She was never meant to be the princess, never meant to wear the weight of a family's legacy on her shoulders. Yet when her sister runs away on the eve of her royal wedding, Roop is thrust into a world that was never hers.

And into the arms of a man who doesn't want her.

Vedansh Singh Rathore-crown prince, ruthless CEO, and heir to centuries of legacy-has always known his duty. He built walls around his heart long ago, and Roop was never part of the plan.

"You're just a stand-in, Roop. Nothing more," he tells her, his voice low and sharp like a blade.

Her chin lifts, eyes shining with quiet defiance.
"Then why does it hurt when you look at me like that?"

Their marriage is a facade, a binding of names, not hearts. But behind closed doors, every glance burns, every word is a challenge. He can't stand the softness in her eyes. She can't forget the storm in his.

"You hate me," she whispers one night, tears glinting in the dim light.
"No," Vedansh replies, voice rough, breaking, "I hate that I don't."

As secrets unravel, as family loyalties crack under the weight of betrayals, Roop and Vedansh are forced to choose between the legacy they're bound to and the love they never thought they'd find.

In a palace of whispers and duty, can two hearts that were never meant to collide learn to beat as one?