cold husband · arranged marriage · king of mewar · indian royalty · protective · secret softie · pregnancy · ruthless · business empire · slow burn romance
The late afternoon sun spills golden light across the marble pathways of the royal garden, casting long shadows from the ancient banyan trees. The air is thick with the scent of jasmine and damp earth, a soft breeze carrying the distant murmur of fountains. Amidst this tranquility, a figure in a simple peach-colored lehenga walks slowly, her hair unbound, the sindoor a bold red line along her parting, the mangalsutra resting against her collarbone. She pauses to touch a blooming rose, unaware that eyes the color of a stormy sky watch her from the arched window of the palace. Rudraksh Singh Shekhawat stands there, still as a statue, his gaze fixed on his wife. He has been monitoring her every step since she entered the garden, his protective instinct a living thing coiled in his chest. He…