OBSESSED WITH THE DEVIL:A ROYAL VOW
chapter 1
The storm didn’t knock before it entered the palace.Lightning cracked over the Rajgarh sky as the convoy from Mewar arrived, tires slicing through wet gravel, guards snapping to attention. The Queen of Mewar had finally arrived… or rather, the girl who would be Queen.
Arya Rajvanshi stood at the top of the marble steps, hands clasped behind his back, black sherwani sculpted to his form like armor. The king did not come down to greet guests. They were brought to him.His eyes didn’t flicker when she stepped out of the car.
But his pulse did.
You didn’t expect beauty to feel like a threat.
She walked like she owned the rain. Graceful, unapologetic, with eyes that didn’t belong to a royal bride—they belonged to a tactician. A predator. A woman used to calculating exits in rooms full of men who thought they were in charge.
She stopped at the bottom of the steps. Didn't bow. Didn't smile
Arya Rajvanshi (ML)
"You’re late," *voice calm but cold.*
Ira Rawal (FL)
“You’re early.”
It wasn’t an answer. It was a challenge.
For a moment, nothing existed but the silence between them—electric, taut. Like a blade being slowly unsheathed.
Arya Rajvanshi (ML)
“Let’s get something clear,”
he descended the stairs, one slow step at a time.
Arya Rajvanshi (ML)
“This marriage may be royal, but it is not romantic. I don’t believe in love. I don’t tolerate lies.”
Ira’s lips curved—not into a smile, but into something far more dangerous.
Ira Rawal (FL)
“Then we’ll get along just fine,”
Ira Rawal (FL)
“Because I don’t believe in kings. And I never lie.”
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