OBSESSED WITH THE DEVIL:A ROYAL VOW
chapter 2 (flashback)
Ira Rawal walked into the private lounge, expecting another boring royal dinner. But the mood was... off. Her father was already seated, his phone face down for once, and two other chairs were occupied.
One by Raja Mahipal Rajvanshi, Rajasthan’s powerful royal businessman.
The other by Arya Rajvanshi — tall, serious, and dressed in black like he was ready to fire someone.
She paused at the doorway. Her stomach sank. Something was wrong
Virendra Rawal (FL dad)
“Sit down, Ira,”
Ira Rawal (FL)
“What’s going on?”
Mahipal Rajvanshi (ML dad)
“We have a proposal.”
Ira glanced at Arya. He didn’t look at her. Just stared straight ahead.
Mahipal Rajvanshi (ML dad)
“You and Arya are to be married. The wedding will be private, next week.”
Ira Rawal (FL)
“I’m sorry—what?”
Mahipal Rajvanshi (ML dad)
“This is for both our families
Mahipal Rajvanshi (ML dad)
“For the empire. For peace. For power. Mewar and Rajasthan will stand as one.”
Ira Rawal (FL)
“So I’m just a shortcut now? A way to close a deal?”
Arya Rajvanshi (ML)
“It’s not about feelings. It’s about what’s right for the crown. The business. The future.”
Ira Rawal (FL)
“And you’re okay with that?”
Arya Rajvanshi (ML)
“I’m not here for love. I’m here to lead"
Something in her chest twisted — not heartbreak. Rage.
Ira Rawal (FL)
“You don’t even know me.”
Arya Rajvanshi (ML)
“I don’t need to,”
Arya Rajvanshi (ML)
“We don’t have to like each other. We just have to work.”
Ira Rawal (FL)
“You want a queen who’ll smile for the press, wear diamonds, and stay quiet.”
Ira Rawal (FL)
“You chose the wrong woman.”
Virendra Rawal (FL dad)
“This is happening, Ira. Like it or not. Sign the papers or walk away from everything.”
Ira felt heat rise in her throat. Every part of her wanted to say no.
But she didn’t.
Ira Rawal (FL)
“Fine. Let’s get married.”
Arya Rajvanshi (ML)
“That easy?”
Ira Rawal (FL)
“Nothing about me is easy.”
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