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In the 18th century, Princess Siya Kumari of Mewar Face a swayamvar arranged by her father, knowing her choice was already made. Her longing for freedom contrasts with her royal duty. Meanwhile, in modern Mumbai, ruthless billionaire Ekansh Rathore dismisses emotions as weaknesses. His world collides with Siya's when she inexplicably time-travels to his era and faints in front of his car. Ekansh, intrigued by Siya despite his skepticism, helps her and begins investigating her mysterious background. Siya, disoriented by the modern world, is drawn to Ekansh's complexity, while he is captivated by her grace. Their interactions reveal a deep, unexpected connection that challenges their beliefs and emotional barriers. As their bond grows, they confront their pasts and insecurities. Facing personal demons and adapting to new realities, they find that their meeting might be more than coincidence. Their journey becomes a transformative exploration of love, healing, and a chance to reshape their destinies together. ********* Ekansh: "You know, Siya, I never believed in fate or love... not until you appeared in my life. You walked out of a different time, but it feels like you were meant to be here, in my world, with me." ................................ Author Note: ...................................................... Please first read 5 Chapters to Decide if you like or not. ..................................................... feel free to comment
“This contract represents nothing more than a mere deal to me!” he spat, his voice low and menacing, each word dripping with contempt. “I’ve purchased you from your family, and that gives me every right to control you. You have no say in this matter, do you understand?” His grip on her arm was vice-like, his fingers digging painfully into her skin—a visceral reminder of his claim over her. With a forceful shove, he released her, and her arm fell limply to her side, the sudden impact leaving her temporarily stunned, as she grappled to process his words. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes, but she steeled herself, adamant in her refusal to show any sign of weakness in front of him. Clenching her hands into fists at her sides, she summoned every ounce of strength she possessed to maintain her composure. Lifting her chin defiantly, she met his icy gaze, searching for any hint of humanity behind the cold, impenetrable facade of the man who had forced her into this unwanted marriage. “Just because you threw money at my family doesn’t mean I’ll ever consider you my husband, Mr Raichand!” she shot back, her voice firm and unwavering, determination lacing her every word as she stood her ground against him. “I will never accept this marriage or you as my husband! You’d do well to remember that!” Her voice brimmed with a fierce mix of anger and defiance, echoing in the dimly lit room, emphasizing the gravity of her stance. With a dark intensity, he stepped closer, moving slowly, deliberately, closing the distance between them as if to emphasize his power. With each step he took, she instinctively retreated until her back met the unforgiving wall, the hard surface a stark contrast to the turmoil boiling within her. "Are you sure about that, Mrs. Raichand?" he growled, a predatory glint in his eyes.
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