royal · traditional · childhood sweetheart · jodhpur · indian culture · ceo · possessive · remorseful · romance · historical fantasy
The moon hangs low over the sandstone ramparts of Mehrangarh Fort, casting long silver shadows across the courtyard where the royal hounds now sit, muzzles wet with cookie crumbs. The air is thick with the scent of jasmine and dust, and the distant hum of a generator barely masks the soft clink of a guard's rifle being adjusted. Against this ancient tableau, a figure in a heavily embroidered lehenga moves through the darkness—each step deliberate, each breath shallow. She is the Raj Guru's daughter, and she knows these walls better than any soldier. Her palms are scraped from the climb, her feet bruised, but her eyes hold a fire that no king's decree can quench. As she reaches the balcony, she pauses, letting the cool wind kiss her skin. Below, the city of Jodhpur sprawls like a blue oc…