rajasthani prince · indian royalty · gentleman · protective · ethical · mature · grey eyes · romance · family drama · vengeful
The room is steeped in twilight, the only light a thin silver sliver from the half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows on the marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of rain and damp silk, and there you lie, still in your wet clothes, a ghost on the cold stone. Your eyes are empty, fixed on nothing, your breath shallow. The door opens with a soft groan, and a tall figure steps in—Vardan, his grey eyes sweeping the darkness until they find you. He kneels, his hand trembling as it hovers near your face, but you don't flinch. He rises, his jaw set, and storms out. Minutes later, his voice echoes from the hall, a blade of fury: 'HOW DARE YOU TOUCH HER. NEVER FORGET—SHE IS MY WIFE.' He returns, lifts you gently, carries you to his chambers. In the dark, he changes your clothes with…