DISCLAIMERAll the characters and places described in this story and story itself is all fictional and imaginary. They don't any relation to the reality.STORY DISCRIPTIONIn a world of opulence and privilege, two royal heirs must navigate the complexities of love, family, and duty. Siddharth and Shruti, bound by their aristocratic lineage, find themselves ensnared in a web of misunderstandings and obligations.As they struggle to make their love flourish, they must confront the weight of their responsibilities and the expectations of those around them. Will they be able to overcome the obstacles in their path and find happiness together, or ...Read More

As the grand ballroom erupted in a flurry of congratulations and applause, Shruti's eyes widened in shock, her gaze on her father, King Amrit Singh. She felt as though she had been punched in the gut, her breath knocked out of her. How could her father do this to her? How could he announce her engagement to Aryan without even consulting her?But her father was too busy basking in the praise and admiration of their guests to notice his daughter's distress. He smiled and laughed, shaking hands and accepting congratulations, completely oblivious to Shruti's turmoil.As the evening wore on, ...Read More

As Shruti sat in her room, the letter still clutched in her hand, she found herself preoccupied with thoughts meeting the mysterious person who had written such a heartfelt letter. She was determined to find out who this person was, but she knew she couldn't just show up at their mansion uninvited. That would be impolite and potentially awkward.As she pondered the best course of action, a plan began to take shape in her mind. She thought back to the charity exhibition where her painting had been displayed, and a realization dawned on her. "If this person is so ...Read More

Shruti sat at her desk, her mind buzzing with thoughts of Siddharth and his letter. She had been pondering to respond to him, and finally, she had made up her mind. She would write back to him, and see if she could unravel some of the mystery surrounding this mysterious man.With a sense of determination, Shruti pulled out a sheet of paper from the drawer of her table. She dipped her pen in the inkwell and began to write, her handwriting flowing effortlessly across the page."Dear Siddharth," she wrote, "I wanted to take a moment to thank you for ...Read More