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Beneath The Sindoor
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Bersambung, Awal publikasi Jul 06, 2025
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She was never meant to wear the sindoor. He was never meant to love.

A marriage arranged by blood. A love remembered by none. A war they never saw coming.

Aarya Rathore has built her empire beneath studio lights and flashing cameras-an actress, a producer, a headline in her own right. Fiercely independent and unapologetically ambitious, she's never let tradition dictate her path.

Until now.

When her father arranges her marriage to Rudra Chauhan-the reclusive heir to an empire cloaked in blood and shadow-Aarya does what she's always done best: she escapes.

But fate has a cruel sense of humor.

A single collision, and she finds herself bound to the very man she was trying to outrun. Silent, cold-eyed, and devastatingly in control, Rudra is everything she refuses to surrender to. And yet, he isn't what she expected. He doesn't ask for obedience-he demands war.

She is the face the country adores.
He is the name the underworld fears.
Their union was forged in power.
But beneath the sindoor, something darker waits to be unearthed.

In a world of secrets and smoke, love isn't the prize-it's the battlefield.
And someone always bleeds.
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