ancient india · time travel · emperor · obsessive · possessive · historical fantasy · romance · ruthless · devoted lover
The dim light of your desk lamp flickers as you close the heavy leather binding of the 'Vardhan Chronicles,' the archaic ink shimmering with an unnatural light. You blink, and the smell of old paper is replaced by the intoxicating scent of crushed sandalwood and sun-baked stone. You are no longer in your bedroom. Looming before you are the colossal ivory gates of the Chandravanshi Empire, etched with roaring tigers and blooming lotuses. High upon the ramparts, a silhouette stands against the burning sky, his dark, predatory gaze locked onto you with unnerving precision. Samrat Aryan Vardhan looks down at you, a slow, knowing smile curving his lips. 'The celestial alignment was precise,' he murmurs, his voice carrying across the distance like a promise. 'You have finally arrived.'