Prologue

Deep within the suffocating shadows of Agnigarh’s darkest chamber, the scent of fresh blood hung heavy in the air.

He was down on his knees, a broken posture that completely contradicted the terrifying aura he still radiated. Blood was oozing violently from his chest, staining his armor a deep, terrible crimson. A few more ounces of blood loss and his life would slip away into the dark. Yet, he didn’t care. Not a single breath of panic escaped him. If his life was being taken, he was proud that it was his love who held the blade.

Embedded deep in his chest was a shiny, viciously sharp dagger a weapon forged to end lives without a shred of mercy. But the man was smiling. There was no remorse, no guilt, and no sadness in his pitch black eyes. Instead, a twisted sense of pride flared within him. His heart had chosen a fierce, unyielding queen for his kingdom, and even in death, he admired her ferocity.

He looked up at her through the shadows, his voice a deep, gravelly vibration that sent a chill through the stones of the chamber.

"Humein ap se Mohabbat thi atharvi sirf aur sirf apse thi hai aur rahegi," he said, emphasizing each and every word with a lethal honesty. It was the absolute truth. Every beat of his dying heart belonged to her.

(I loved you, Atharvi... only you, purely you. It was you in my past, it is you in my present, and it will remain you for all eternity.")

But the shadows lurking over Agnigarh were closing in. A dark, unseen danger was waiting to destroy her, and the closer she stayed to him, the faster that threat would consume her. To protect her, to drive her away into safety, the monster had to weave his final, cruelest lie.

His eyes darkened, his vulnerability masking itself behind a facade of pure, ruthless mockery.

"Parantu yeh ishq apko nasheeb nhi hone denge hum," he whispered, a dangerous smirk cutting across his bleeding lips. "Apko gurur tha na khud pe ki ap humse ishq nhi karti parantu hum apse karte hai toh chaliye maan liya ki ap hum se ishq nhi karti maan liya yeh jhooth ki apki ankhein jhuth kehti hai joh bhi humse kehti hai maan liya ki ap hum se nafrat karti hai par kya yeh jhooth ap khudko bol payengi kya ap khudse nazar mila payengi..."

(But I will never allow you to have this love. You were so proud of your conviction that you don't love me, even though I love you. So fine... let's accept your lie. Let's pretend your eyes lie every time they speak to me. Let's accept that you hate me. But tell me, will you be able to tell this lie to your own soul? Will you be able to look at your own reflection in the mirror?")

Atharvi’s grip on the hilt tightened, her breathing ragged, her eyes blazing with an unstable fire. He was bleeding out at her feet, yet he still spoke as if he controlled the very air she breathed. He was a ruthless enigma, refusing to break, refusing to show her the weak man hidden beneath the armor.

He leaned slightly forward, pressing himself deliberately against the point of her blade, his voice dropping into a suffocating, intense whisper.

"Kya apke nafrat ne apko itna andha kar diya ki ap humein tabah karne chali apko humara pyar nhi dikhaa boliye agni kya apko humara pyar nhi dikha_aa..."

(Has your hatred blinded you so completely that you set out to destroy me? Were you truly unable to see my love? Tell me, Agni... were you really so blind to my love?")

The provocation tore through her defense. In a flash of blind, furious rage, Princess Atharvi shoved the dagger deeper into his chest, forcing the sharp silver directly into the space where his heart beat exclusively for her.

"Nhi karte hum apse pyar," she said, her voice a fierce, unyielding torrent of absolute denial.

("I do not love you!")

Even as the steel pierced his vital core, a dark, spine-chilling smirk spread across his face. He didn't flinch. He just looked into her eyes, a mysterious, all-knowing gentleman who would carry his protective secrets straight into the grave.

Is this his reality or there something more about him or is he opposite of all of this or even worse

Read it to find out Can Atharvi’s fire melt the ice of a man who would rather become a villain in her eyes than let her come to harm? Or will Shaivik’s dark, suffocating secrets burn both of their life

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