RESINS OF ROSES

"Some debts are paid in gold. Others are paid in blood and broken vows."
In the heart of Udaipur, where the palaces are made of marble and the laws are made of iron, Vikramaditya Rajvansh rules with a cold, calculated grip. He is the guardian of the Rajvansh legacy, a man who has buried his heart beneath layers of tradition and duty. He is the Judge, the Jailer, and the King of a gilded empire.
Then there is Zoya-the daughter of a traitor, a girl with fire in her veins and silver bells on her ankles. She was brought to the Rajvansh estate as a "ward," a living penance for her father's sins. To the world, she is a charity case. To Vikram, she is a fitna-a beautiful catastrophe that threatens to burn down everything he has built.
Zoya dances to feel free. Vikram watches to stay in control.
But when a dark secret from the past resurfaces, the thin line between protection and obsession begins to bleed. Vikram has vowed to keep her in a cage of Maryada (dignity), but the more he tries to break her spirit, the more he finds himself enslaved by it.
In a game of power and forbidden desire, who will surrender first? The girl who has nothing to lose, or the man who has everything to protect?

"Main tumhara naseeb nahi, Zoya... main tumhari qismat ki woh lakeer hoon jise tum chah kar bhi mita nahi sakti." > (I am not your fate, Zoya... I am that line in your destiny that you cannot erase even if you want to.)