Rati & her husbands| 18+

In the village of Devgarh, marriage had never belonged to ordinary rules.

For generations, polyandry had been a tradition reserved for the families who stood at the very top of the village hierarchy-the families whose names carried authority, whose decisions shaped the village, and whose bloodlines were considered too important to be divided by ordinary customs.

And among them, there was one family whose influence surpassed all others.

The Vikram family.

Vikram, Vikrant, and Viren were the three sons of that house, three men as different from one another as they could possibly be, yet bound by the same inheritance, the same power, and now, the same woman.

Rati.

She was the daughter of a respected man from a neighbouring village, raised far enough from Devgarh to remain untouched by its peculiar customs. She had heard the stories, of course. Everyone had. But stories were different from standing at the centre of one.

The three brothers had seen Rati only once.

Once had been enough.

Whatever they felt that day-love, fascination, desire, or some dangerous mixture of all three-had settled into certainty before either family had even discussed marriage.

And so, before Rati ever became their wife, she began receiving gifts from the three men who intended to share her life.

Some were innocent.

Some were embarrassingly intimate.

And the letters were worse.

Letters filled with admiration, longing, promises, possessiveness, and shameless confessions about how often they thought of her.

Rati had never known what to do with them.

She was shy by nature, easily flustered, and utterly unprepared for three men who seemed to have no difficulty telling her exactly how much they wanted her.

She had not yet entered their home.

She had not yet become their wife.

Yet Vikram, Vikrant, and Viren had already begun making space for her in every corner of their lives.

And Rati was about to discover that becoming the wife of three powerful men was far more complicated than