The Vow she never took
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Agra has always told love stories carved in marble.But this one written in blood,secrets and power.
Zara chaudhary, was never meant to be a bride- not his , not anyone's. A law student with a hidden empire and a brain sharper than any weapon, she knew how to win without lifting a finger.
Arav Singh Rathore, was a man shaped by legacy, trained in control, and crowned in shadows. From boardrooms to backrooms of politics, he ruled it all - except the girl who never looked twice at him.
So he did what only a man like arav could do
He arranged her marriage
But Zara isn't a girl who bows. She's a girl who builds kingdom in silence and sets fire to cages.
In a game where power is love and love is war , can obsession be ever devotion?
Or will THE VOW SHE NEVER TOOK become the throne she was always meant to claim.?
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