"You do." Her voice was calm. Neither cold nor forgiving. Simply... waiting. And for the first time... Aksh didn't look away. Aksh held her gaze. Barely. "You were right that day." The admission came quietly. "I wasn't asking for forgiveness." A faint, tired smile crossed his face. "I was asking whether I still belonged."

His fingers curled unconsciously. "And because I wasn't sure of the answer... I started pushing you away. I thought..." He laughed softly at himself. "...it would hurt less if I had to leave. I was already getting attached. And I got scared." Aaradhya remained silent. Not because she had nothing to say, but because she knew interrupting him now would only make him retreat again.

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He was the enemy king. She was the defeated general. He ruled with frost in his veins and silence in his eyes. She commanded battlefields with wildfire in her lungs and defiance in every breath. He waged a war for the sake of his kingdom. She surrendered to save hers. Their worlds stood on opposite ends of a bloodstained map. And then as fate would have it, a single incident and her life and honour are in balance. The twists and turns that follow lead to marriage. They vow to guard their hearts. No weakness. No attachment. No surrender beyond the vows forced upon them. Yet proximity is its own battlefield. Shared corridors. Shared councils. Shared silences that stretch too long. Secrets begin to surface. Truths buried beneath the war refuse to stay hidden. And the line between enemy and ally blurs with every stolen glance. And when the king who never bent begins to fall, he does not fall carefully. He falls completely.

The Forsaken Royal

Book two of Royal Series. "Not all royals wear crowns. Some carry scars that glitter just the same." They thought the past had been buried. They were wrong. Akshat Rajawat was never meant to return. Not as a brother. Not as a soldier. And definitely not as the ticking bomb planted in their midst. But secrets have sharp edges. And now, they're cutting deeper than ever. As veils lift and truths surface, the Rajawat legacy begins to crack. Bonds are tested. Loyalties shaken. Love turns dangerous. While Aksh walks the razor's edge between revenge and redemption, Bhavya is caught in the crossfire- no longer a child on the sidelines, forced to confront the truths, and maybe break her promise. Because enemies don't always come with weapons. Sometimes, they come wearing familiar faces. In a world where every move is a game piece, Only one question remains- Who will be left standing when the masks fall? He doesn't want their crown. He wants them to suffer under the weight of it. Because this time, the forgotten son isn't just back. He's here to bring it all down. Or is he?

The Forgotten Royal

Book one of the royal series "The greatest battles are fought within the confines of our hearts." - unknown He hated his family with vengeance, for his mother's humiliation, for snatching away the rights of his unborn sister and most importantly for abandoning them. That's what he believed all these years and kept the past away from his sister. But humans are greedy by nature and fate never plays fair. A mother's longing to see her eldest son on her death bed brings all the facades down. The secrets revealed leave the youngest and the oldest of the siblings staggering while the he struggles with the impending decision. What will happen when the two worlds collide back as his hand is forced by the man he once admired and respected, but now he truly resented? The eldest determined to mend things, will he stand the test of time, especially with his estranged sister, who was unaware of her royal heritage? Will the siblings reconcile or the fallacies of human behaviour destroy even the standing ones?

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