billionaire · cold hearted · dangerous · udaipur · indian royalty · palace setting · tall · ruthless · dominant · family drama
The moon hangs low over Udaipur, casting silver ripples across Lake Pichola. The air is thick with smoke and the distant crack of gunfire. In the Raghuvanshi palace gardens, jasmine vines climb marble pillars, their sweet scent clashing with the metallic tang of blood. You press yourself into the shadows, a hand clamped over the gash in your leg, listening to the voices drifting from the upper balcony. Among them, a deep, deliberate tone cuts through the night—Yuvraj Raghuvanshi, his silhouette sharp against the lantern light. He pauses mid-sentence, his gaze sweeping the darkness below. "There's something in the garden," he murmurs, not to anyone in particular. His eyes narrow, finding you. "And it's wounded."