Heir of Ash, Muse of Fire
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When 22-year-old artist Geet buys an antique body-length mirror for her apartment, she expects aesthetic charm - not ancient fire.
But the mirror is no ordinary heirloom. It flickers with strange light, hums with whispers of another world... and opens a portal to a time long buried: Mahishmati, on the brink of war. On the other side stands Bhallaladeva - 23, a prince carved from ambition, cruelty, and cold steel. The mirror connects their worlds, but nothing prepares them for what collides next.
She thinks he's a myth. He thinks she's an apsara sent to test him.
What begins as a clash of tongues - poetic jabs and barbed defiance - spirals into something deeper. He has never met a woman who dares to call him a chachundar and live. She has never met a man who terrifies and fascinates her in equal measure.
Two timelines. One enchanted mirror.
A slow-burn, forbidden romance between a ruthless prince and a girl who refuses to kneel.
He is power incarnate.
She? A fire he can't conquer.
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