In the age of empires and endless wars, where crowns weigh heavy and loyalty is currency, a marriage was forged—not of love, but of necessity.
Rajkumari Siyamika Rathore, a gentle rose from the sunlit courts of Devgarh, was offered to the ruthless Mughal emperor Zayyan Mirza—a man as distant and cold as the marble palaces he ruled.
Bound by duty and silence, they entered a union shadowed by hatred and politics. Yet beneath the cold facade of their arranged marriage, a slow fire began to burn—one fueled by jealousy, obsession, and a desire neither dared to name.
This is a story of cold vows, dark fire, and royal ruin.
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