She is Princess Yauvani of Rajpura — born to silken halls, golden thrones, and rules that suffocate her heart.
He is Arivaan — a soldier with nothing but his sword, his scars, and a fire that no crown can tame.
They should have been strangers.
They should have been forbidden.
But when silken chains of duty clash with the raw pull of desire, love becomes the deadliest rebellion.
"You know, Princess… getting close to you could cost me my life,"
Arivaan’s voice was low, heavy with fire and pain.
Yauvani didn’t blink as her lips curved into the faintest smile.
"Then be ready to die, Arivaan… because I can’t push you away anymore."
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