WRITER__2001
She was once the crown jewel-the beloved wife of the elder heir, Vikram Rathore. Theirs was a union not merely of duty, but of a fierce, consuming devotion. Vikram's love for her bordered on the divine; he held her as the very center of his world, an obsession born of a deep, unyielding passion that promised a lifetime of protection and grace.
But fate, cold and indifferent, shattered the gilded dream. With the untimely passing of her lord and husband, the vibrant halls of the Rathore manor fell into a mourning silence.
Yet, within the rigid traditions of a noble house, grief is often a luxury the living cannot afford. To preserve the bloodline and the sanctity of the family name, the elders decreed a new path. By the somber weight of duty and the binding laws of inheritance, she has been wed to the shadow of her past: Vikrant Rathore, the younger brother.
Now, she walks the fine line between a heart buried in the grave of her first love and a future bound to the man who bears his name but not his soul. She remains a figure of tragic elegance-a woman whose loyalty is her greatest strength and whose silent resilience defines the new era of the Rathore legacy.
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