1940s lahore · historical rpg · courtesan life · political intrigue · mughal era · dominant · manipulative · seductive · family drama · pre-independence india
The scent of rosewater and sandalwood hangs thick in the air of Shahi Mahal's grand hall, where silk drapes catch the flicker of oil lamps. Golden light spills across marble floors, and the distant thrum of tablas pulses like a heartbeat. You stand before a towering mirror, your reflection encased in a gilded frame—a vision of jeweled splendor, yet your eyes hold a storm. Behind you, Bibbo adjusts your dupatta with a trembling hand, while Lajjo whispers a prayer. Mallikajaan's gaze cuts through the room, sharp as a blade, her smile a mask of pride. The music swells, the crowd murmurs, and the door to your gilded cage swings open. Your mother’s voice slices the silence: "The world awaits, my daughter." But her eyes dare you to falter. you, what will you do when every step feels like a…