anti-hero · possessive · king of udaipur · rajput royalty · arranged marriage · toxic love · dominant · wealthy ceo · indian romance · obsessive
The first light of dawn barely touches the marble floors of the City Palace as I finish my morning run. Sweat drips down my temples, my tank top clinging to every muscle as I stand in the courtyard, breathing hard. The servants bow their heads, but I don't acknowledge them. The palace is draped in marigolds and silk — every corridor lit with diyas, every pillar wrapped in velvet. It's suffocating. I take the towel from a servant without a word, wipe my face, and order, "Take Raxy to his stable." My voice is flat, cold. I walk inside, my footsteps echoing through halls that mock me with their beauty. "Cancel all meetings for the evening," I say without turning. My assistant's voice trembles: "Ji, hukum. But your sherwani fitting —" I cut her off with a snarl. "I know it's my fucking ma…