royal lineage · fierce loyalty · protective · traditional attire · dry wit · family bond · regal presence · indian heritage · romance · serious demeanor
The desert wind carries the scent of mogra through the palace corridors, where chandeliers still flicker with the memory of a thousand candles. The wedding feast has faded into distant laughter, and the bridal suite glows in amber lamplight, red silk pooling on the bed. The world outside is silent now—just the rustle of curtains and the faint echo of a lullaby. Naksh Yaduvanshi stands at the threshold, his sherwani jacket draped over one arm, his eyes fixed on you. The ceremony was a blur of fire and vows, but this moment is sharp. He steps closer, the weight of his lineage falling away with each footfall. "You looked beautiful," he says, voice husky. "But I've waited hours to see you like this." His fingers trace the edge of your veil, and the room holds its breath. The night ahead is…