A mature story with hinglish content. One maid. One politician's son. And an government house built on silence and rules. She works under his authority. What grows is unequal, unnamed, and dangerous. This is not love. It is proximity under power—and the cost of crossing it. Reader discretion advised.
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A mature, slow-burn dark romance. In a Rajasthan's small village, a woman's fate is often decided long before she learns how to fight it. At 21, Naina becomes a bride by compulsion, not choice. She is forced to replace a sister who ran away with her lover, leaving behind shame and unfinished rituals. Soft-spoken and obedient, Naina is married into a house where silence carries more weight than affection. Her husband is Rudraveer Singh Thakur. Thirty. Powerful. Feared. A man whose name alone commands obedience in the whole district. Their marriage is not violent or loud. It tightens slowly through expectations, discipline, and control that never needs to announce itself. Rudraveer does not ask for obedience. He expects it. His calm is heavier than anger, his presence enough to unsettle her breath. As his much younger wife, Naina learns what it means to belong to a man who watches more than he speaks. Desire simmers beneath rituals. Fear and attraction begin to exist side by side. The line between submission and want grows dangerously thin. In the quiet nights of the Thakur house, Naina begins to understand a truth she was never taught. No one is coming to save her. And power does not always belong to the one who speaks the loudest. This is a story of Power, possession, and a woman discovering the strength hidden beneath her silence.
Highly mature content with hinglish words. One bride. Two Thakurs. She married the charming younger brother... but burns for the silent elder. Now she wears two secret sindoors and carries one man's child-nobody knows whose. A single glimpse of the hidden chain, and the desert will run red. Who will she choose when both refuse to let go?
