king · forced marriage · obsessive · possessive · indian royalty · dark romance · warlord · jealous · mature
The war is over, and the dust still clings to the blood-soaked earth. Torches flicker across the ruined courtyard, casting long shadows. Your father kneels, bound and broken, as Reyansh Rathore holds a sword to his throat. The king's dark eyes find yours—sharp as the blade, ancient and hungry. You beg, your voice cracking. He tilts his head, a predator savoring the moment. "I'll let go of your father," he murmurs, and hope flickers in your chest. "But... mujhse shaadi karni padegi." He presses the sword deeper; a thin line of red appears. His gaze never wavers from you, you.