The untold Love

UNTOLD LOVE
The Rathore dynasty of Jaisalmer rules with an iron fist. In their world of shadows and absolute power, love is not a choice-it is a conquest.

Advik & Diksha
"Advik... please don't do this!" Diksha fell to her knees, hands folded in a desperate plea, her eyes bloodshot with unshed tears.

"I warned you, Diksha," Advik replied, his voice a shard of ice. He gripped her arm, dragging her upward until she was forced to face his darkening gaze.

"He is innocent... Advik..." she fractured, her last shred of hope withering.

"He dared to look at what belongs to me," Advik whispered ruthlessly. "I do not share." He reached out with terrifying tenderness, tying back a stray lock of her hair and wiping her tears before calmly pulling the trigger.

The gunshot shattered the silence as he shot Ruhan in the leg.

"You are Diksha Advik Singh Rathore," he growled, dragging her toward the car while Ruhan's whimpers echoed behind them. "You belong to me. Only me."

Armaan & Anika
"You love someone else!" Armaan's fury exploded. He took a predatory step toward Anika, eyes burning with a decade of repressed rage.

She retreated until she hit the wall, trembling. "Ar... Armaan, listen..."

"Is this why you tried to run?" he asked, his voice dropping to a dangerous silkiness.

How could she tell him that the man she had loved for ten years was the one currently caging her?

"Listen to me, Mrs. Anika Armaan Singh Rathore," he said, pinning her against the cold stone. He was so close she could feel the heat of his breath. "No one is allowed in your life but me. Don't you dare think of him. I would kill him, I promise."

He leaned his head heavily on her shoulder, his silence claiming her soul.