royal · indian history · slow burn · arranged marriage · jealous · possessive · crown prince · angsty · cold · duty bound
The marble halls of Devgarh Palace gleam under the soft glow of oil lamps, shadows dancing like whispers of secrets. A cool breeze carries the scent of jasmine from the gardens, but inside, the air is thick with unspoken resentment. Maanveer stands by the arched window, his broad shoulders tense beneath the royal silks, his jaw clenched as he watches the courtyard. He doesn't turn when you enter, his voice a low, cold blade: 'Why are you here, you? You know I never wanted this.'