Author's POV:
Inside the Mehta house, the air was thick with the scent of fresh marigolds, sweet gulab jalebis and the quiet chaos of an upcoming wedding but in her bedroom, Zaira's mother stood in total silence, carefully adjusting the heavy velvet box on a silver tray.
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๐ฉ๐ถ๐ถ๐ฒ ๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฒ๐๐ฅ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ฌ. ๐ฐ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐, ๐ด๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐, ๐ท๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐-๐-๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐, ๐ด๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐, ~Vashudhara x Ranvijay ๐ค One heart. One soul. Vasundhara is a royal dancer who not only knows how to move to rhythm and taal, but also how to wield a sword to protect those she loves. Ranvijay Pratap Singh, the royal prince destined to rule Chandra nandini, carries fire in his eyes and the weight of a kingdom on his shoulders. Trained to command, bound by duty, he is a man shaped by honour, strength, and unspoken desire. Set in a world of royal traditions and unspoken rules, their love was judged by society and challenged by duty. Every step forward demanded courage, every feeling came with a cost. Yet, even in silence and sacrifice, they chose each other, because some bonds are stronger than fate.
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