Before the wars, before the alliances, there were three hearts bound by destiny.

Aadhira Rathore was the crown jewel of Rajgarh. With raven-dark hair, eyes like monsoon clouds, and a mind sharpened by politics, she had been bred for power. But beneath her royal composure lived a wild soul—a girl who laughed barefoot in the rain, who dreamed of freedom beyond palace walls.

Aryan Singh Rathore, her cousin, was everything the court disapproved of. Reckless, passionate, a poet behind the smirk of a rebel prince. Raised in the shadow of the throne, he burned for more than power—he burned for her. Their love bloomed in stolen kisses, ink-stained letters, and promises made under stars.

Veer Pratap Singh of Devgarh was born with duty in his bones. Trained by warriors, disciplined by kings, Veer was stoic, unreadable, and devastatingly beautiful. He believed in sacrifice, not sentiment. But when he met Aadhira, something shifted. For the first time, he desired something for himself.

And so, the crown chose.

Aadhira to Veer. Aryan to silence. And fate to ruin.