In the heart of Jaipur, where chaos kissed royalty and secrets slept beneath marbled domes, he ruled without apology.
Abhimaan Deep Shekhawat - the uncrowned king of Rajasthan. Cold. Calculated. Lethal behind a polished mask. To the world, a royal heir guarding tradition. In truth, the phantom pulling political strings, the storm whose silence promised ruin. But even storms... can be caught off guard.
One evening, trapped in traffic near Central Park, a sound cut through his thoughts-a tune, soft and soulful.
Instinct pulled him into the park, following it like prey to a predator.
She sat on the grass in a white floral saree, hair loosely braided, fingers coaxing life from a guitar. Eyes closed. Unaware. Unbothered. She wasn't trying to be seen-yet he couldn't look away.
Then she was gone.
Days later, a decades-old ledger surfaced-evidence that could destroy his empire. At its center: Meher Sen, daughter of Arindam Sen, an ex-investigator about to expose ministers, businessmen-and him.
Power demanded he erase the threat. Obsession made him claim it.
A marriage was arranged. On paper, protection. In reality, possession. Binding her meant silencing her father forever.
It should have ended there. But the moment she stepped into his home, something darker than blackmail took root.
Even kings fall-especially for the ones they try to cage.