Rudransh Gauri : a tale of devotion

Rudransh Gauri : a tale of devotion

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He was her prayer, her dream, her forbidden desire. She thought destiny was kind when he arrived at her swayamvar. but love in the world of kings is never gentle. In the court where crowns weighed heavier than hearts, Princess Gauri dared to speak the words that shattered them both: ✦ "Hum apko inkar karte hai, Rana sa." ✦ One rejection turned devotion into distance, longing into silence. Rudransh, the fierce prince of Veerakhand, carried scars deeper than his sword ,scars that made him hate her kingdom, yet never her. Bound by duty, torn by the past, and cursed by fate, theirs is a love that blooms in shadows of rivalry, rituals, and revenge. Will destiny bring them together as king and queen, or tear them apart as enemies dressed in the robes of lovers?
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Tejendra~~~~~ Loving Drishti was my only truth. Marriage was never supposed to change that. I was forced into this. Forced to take vows with a woman who meant nothing to me. Nayantara was a mistake written in my blood, a punishment I didn't deserve. A wife in name, nothing more. She should have been easy to ignore. Obedient, quiet, everything a perfect wife should be. But she wouldn't stay in the shadows where she belonged. She pushed, she defied, she dared to make me see her. And I hate her for it. Because every time she stands her ground, I falter. Every time she looks at me with those damn unshaken eyes, I forget. Forget that my heart isn't hers to claim. Forget that I was never supposed to want her. But I do. My punishment. My addiction. My downfall. Nayantara~~~~~ I was never meant to love my husband. Not when his heart was never mine to hold. Not when every word he speaks, every glance he gives, is filled with a love that belongs to another woman. I tried. I played the part, whispered the prayers, carried the weight of a marriage that was doomed from the start. But what's the point? A man like Tejendra Pratap will never love me, and I no longer care if he does. I won't beg. I won't wait. I won't waste another second wondering if I'll ever be enough for him. Let him stare. Let him burn. Let him hate the way I no longer flinch under his gaze. My cage. My lesson. My husband.

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