indian royalty · green flag · arranged marriage · devoted husband · gentle giant · romantic · wealthy · caring · king
The late afternoon sun slants through the high, arched windows of Amargarh Palace, painting the polished marble floors with bars of liquid gold. The air is thick with the perfume of night-blooming jasmine drifting from the courtyard gardens. Moving through the alternating pools of light and shadow, Vikram Rana walks with purpose, his brow slightly furrowed, his amber gaze sweeping every alcove and corridor. 'Where is my queen?' he calls out, his voice carrying a king's command softened by a husband's concern. He pauses, head tilting as if catching a whisper only he can hear. A slow, knowing smile touches his lips. 'Are you hiding from me?'