author_aurea
Power is never gentle.
It wears tailored suits, speaks in boardrooms, and signs destinies with fountain pens dipped in bloodless ink. Fortunes are inherited the way curses are-silently, relentlessly, without asking who deserves them.
For Arjun Shekhawat power came with a price written long before he learned the meaning of love. A dead man's will now governed his living breath. Six months. A ring. A name beside his on a marriage certificate. Only then would the doors of his own legacy open to him. Until then, the empire he had bled for would remain just out of reach-visible, untouchable, mocking him from across polished glass walls.
For Veda Mehta survival had never been a choice.
She had learned early that silence was safer than protest, that obedience was a currency, and that being unwanted in your own home carved wounds no one else could see. Loneliness was her companion in confinement. Marriage, to her, was not a beginning-it was another transfer of ownership. Another house. Another set of walls. Another life where her voice would dissolve into the background.
They did not choose each other.
They were chosen. A wedding dressed in gold and smiles, hiding negotiations that had nothing to do with vows. To the world, it would look like the perfect alliance-two families, one future, a seamless merger of power and respectability.
But beneath the silk and ceremony lay truths buried deep in legal ink and forgotten wills.
Truths that would one day tear through this marriage like fire through paper.
Some marriages begin as contracts-only to become battlegrounds where love, power, and truth collide.
This is not a love story that begins with choice.
This is a story about what happens when two people are forced into a destiny neither of them asked for...
and how everything changes the moment the truth comes knocking.