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Some stories begin with love.
This one begins with a decision.
Manasvi Deshmukh knows exactly what she is walking into when she agrees to marry Chirag Patwardhan, the second prince of a royal dynasty built on power, politics, and a past no one speaks of.
Long before this marriage was arranged, before promises were made and alliances were discussed, there existed a history written in loss , of villages wiped out, of land taken, of lives reduced to silence. A history the Patwardhan legacy chose to forget.
Manasvi did not.
And now, she walks into their palace not as a victim... but as the reckoning they never saw coming.
But revenge is never simple.
Because the same family she plans to destroy lives under the shadow of a curse, one that whispers of an ending, of a bloodline that will not survive itself. A curse Chirag Patwardhan does not dismiss.
He believes in it. Not out of fear.
But because somewhere, deep down, he knows... some things are not coincidences.
Bound by a marriage neither of them truly chose, they stand on opposite sides of a war that neither fully understands.
She carries a purpose that will cost everything. He carries a belief that may already be sealing their fate.
And somewhere between revenge and ruin ,they will have to decide:
Is this the end of a legacy...
or the beginning of something far more dangerous?