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ENEMIES AND LOVERS.
Two stories. One war. One love.
Rudranshโthe formidable Northern King, a master of silence, iron, and winter. His crown is heavy, his heart colder still. In war, he finds control. In peace, he finds unrest.
And then, thereโs Vishaakhaโa warrior cloaked in legend, her voice colder than death, her fire hotter than the sun. No one knows her truth. No one dares to. During a war, Rudransh sees her eyes through the chaosโsharp, stormy, unforgettable. She helps the enemy. And yet, heโs captivated.
In another world, away from the battlefield, Padmini, an elegant Eastern princess, meets Veer, a lone wanderer with pain in his eyes. He enters her kingdom for sacred workโseeking a rare herb, they say. They meet briefly. But itโs enough. Something shifts.
When Veer and Vishaakha cross paths in the quiet forest of the East, sparks fly. Two strangers. Two warriors. Cold, cautious, drawn to each other. Neither knows the truth. Neither can forget the other.
Love brews in the dark, wrapped in letters, delivered by fate.
And when Padminiโs royal family travels to attend the grand Mahakumbh Mela, they stay in the palace of Advik. She and Rudransh meet under dutyโs gazeโstrangers, yet familiar. Their eyes recognize something their minds refuse to accept.
โSheโs delicate. She canโt be my Vishaakha,โ Rudransh thinks.
โHeโs royal. He could never be my Veer,โ Padmini believes.
Despite resistance, a marriage is arranged. The princess and the king. The rivals. They deny, but they marry.
And even thenโunawareโthey write letters to each otherโฆ still Veer and Vishaakha. Still strangers in love. Still enemies in daylight.
Can love survive the war of mistaken identities, rival crowns, and untold truths?
Will the ones they love in secret destroy the ones they hate in public?
Read to uncover the truth that hides in shadows, the love that blooms in fire, and the fates written in blood.
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