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𝑮𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒂: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝑩𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒂 𝑺𝒂

A 28-year-old heir to the throne of Rajasthan..bound by law, discipline, and a heart turned cold..never believed in love... until he crossed paths with her. A girl born within the suffocating walls of a brothel, where dreams were forbidden and dignity was stolen. Yet she dared to be different. A prostitute's daughter who dreamed not of escape alone, but of becoming a doctor..of healing lives in a world that never cared to heal hers. But fate was cruel. Her dreams were shattered the day she was forced into a marriage she never chose... bound to the very man destined to rule a kingdom. A queen in name, yet a prisoner of expectations. A title forced upon her, a life she never desired. The world judged her. Questioned her worth. Mocked her existence. And he... remained distant, bound by duty, blinded by pride. Will this forced marriage survive the weight of truth and pain? Will she ever reclaim her dreams... her identity... her justice? And will a man who never believed in love... learn to love her?

All I Ever Needed Was You

"Why don't you understand, Mr. Agnihothri?" The words were torn from my throat, raw and desperate. "I am not the one who is made for love. Don't try to heal me, Shiv. I'm telling you, you will only break yourself in that process," I screamed, the sound catching and splintering with a deep, shaky breath. But the expected anger, the frustrated retreat, never came. Instead, his gaze—intense, impossibly tender—met mine, and a small, maddeningly serene smile touched the corner of his lips. It was a silent challenge, a soft denial that made the fragile control I held on my sanity begin to crumble. "Let's stop this here, please," I whispered, the desperate plea barely audible, the fight draining from me. "You deserve someone whole, someone pure, not a shattered, half-broken glass doll like me." The confession was an admission of defeat, and a single, traitorous tear—hot and heavy—escaped the dam of my composure, tracing a path down my cheek. Something fractured in his placid facade. The smile vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce darkness. He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching as he inhaled a deep, steadying breath, a visible battle raging to master a sudden, barely contained fury. Then, in a single, predatory movement, he erased the space between us. He captured my shoulders, his grip not cruel, but intensely demanding, and pushed me firmly back against the cool, unforgiving drywall. The sudden pressure was intoxicating, trapping me between the solid surface and his unyielding body. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his intent palpable, until his mouth was almost touching my ear. "Saanvi," his voice was a low, resonant rumble, a silken promise laced with a dangerous possessiveness, "Even the breath I take when you are near me is elixir (Amrit) for my soul." His lips brushed my skin as he spoke the last word, the sheer intimacy of the contact sending a wildfire racing through my veins and igniting my heart into an uncontrollable inferno.

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