Is it even love if you have to add 'true' before it? Shouldn't love, by its very nature, be truth itself without needing a label to prove its purity?
The story of Nivedya and Nimrit was never ordinary. He, the Prince of Swarnbhoomi, was born to rule, yet impulsive in spirit. She, a princess by birth but a warrior by choice, forged in fire and defiance. Fate, however, had its own designs.
At fourteen, when they were young and madly in love, they had already begun to dream of forever. But Nimrit was taken away by her mother's brother, and their story was cut short before it could begin.
At eighteen, the universe decided to test them yet again. Their love endured all storms, and they found a wing to carry their story. This wing, however, couldn't help them soar to a new high, and their love came crumbling down.
Now, at twenty-seven, they meet again, by chance, by the will of the force that governs all.
Nivedya was never an ordinary boy, and Nimrit is now the most sought-after bureaucrat working with the government.
She is assigned a task that could decide the fate of Nivedya's motherland. A duty so immense that the weight of the kingdom rests upon her honesty. Will her honesty cost them their love, or will it help them find a way back to each other?
PS: The story is set in an imaginary state of Swarnbhoomi and is a part of the Swarnbhoomi Sweethearts series. This story is divided into a three-part love story. Fresh teen love, love at the end of teenage years, and the young adult stage. The stories will be connected, but each part will have its ending. This is the final part of the story. Shower love and enjoy.
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