IpshitaVardan
She was a princess made of poetry and bruises.
He was a knight made of silence and scars.
And between them stood a crown... sharp enough to kill them both.
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Ipshita Rathore
A girl who hides love stories under her pillows
and pain behind her ghungroo.
A princess raised to obey-
until her heart chose the one man she was never meant to look at.
Vardan
A warrior with no surname,
no birthright,
no place beside her...
yet the only man who ever saw her soul before her smile.
Older. Broader. Quieter.
Destined to walk three steps behind her-
and cursed to love her from there.
Arjav Devgarh
Her husband.
Soft at first.
Then jealous.
Then cruel.
A king who loved her too much...
and understood her too late.
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When the palace whispered,
they denied.
When the king punished,
they bled.
When the world separated them,
their hearts still found each other in the dark.
Her dances turned into wounds.
His silences turned into confessions.
Until one night-
when an enemy's blade flew toward her husband,
Vardan stepped in front of it.
Not for the king.
Not for duty.
For her.
"Aap unke haath lagti...
toh main zinda nahi reh paata."
And as he died in her lap,
in rain and blood,
he whispered:
"Teen kadam... ab khatam ho gaye."
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This is not a love story.
This is a curse written in blood, rain, and ghungroo.
A princess who lost everything.
A knight who gave everything.
A king who destroyed everything.
A tragic, forbidden, slow-burn romance
that will leave you breathless, broken, and unable to forget.