"She was a coveted enigma, a forbidden treasure whose allure was undeniable, yet, in some twisted fate, she was entwined with us..." ⋆.˚✮ 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐬. ✮˚.⋆ This is a tale intricately woven with threads of betrayal, each chapter drenched in the vivid hues of crimson, a reminder of human sacrifice and the deep despair it breeds. Here lies a saga where trust flickers like a candle in the wind, a fleeting shadow that dances just out of reach, and every heartbeat reverberates with the weight of secrets that are far too heavy to carry. Despite the countless attempts to uncover the truth, everything inevitably gravitated toward the monstrous force that resided deep within the heart of it all. This lurking presence, a grotesque reflection of unspoken fears and concealed desires, looms over every decision and action, illuminating the true battle that rages within. Bonds were severed and reforged, the truth never sparing in its brutality-but they pressed on, entrapped by a toxic addiction that compelled the men to worship the very ground their women graced with their steps. This narrative is not a gentle stroll upon rose petals; instead, it is fraught with venomous thorns, sharp enough to drive the most resolute of hearts to madness. Will you dare to peel back the layers of this tale? Will you uncover the puppet master lurking in the shadows? If your answer is yes, then welcome to the house of The Rajwanshi, a place where wounds fester deeper than the scars of a tormented past. . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁