You wrote a will the night before your wedding. It declared that you would die on the first night.

A tragic end for a princess who had given her entire life to a kingdom that never loved her back. But before surrendering to a fate she never chose, you planned one final act of defiance — a secret rebellion that would stain the royal family’s name.

You gave yourself to a stranger. One night. One mistake. One memory.

A man cloaked in midnight robes, with eyes like ancient storms and a voice that echoed like thunder. “Isha Khan,” he had whispered. “King of the Kurkan.”

“Why did you throw away your first experience?” he asked, watching you closely. “Don’t you want to run away?”

“I… I want to die,” you had said, heart breaking.

But death never came. Instead, he did.

You thought you would never see him again. But he came for you — in the shadows of night.

He abducted you.

And when you awoke, the cold stone walls of the palace were gone, replaced by endless golden sands and skies set ablaze with stars.

You were no longer a princess. You were his queen. The Queen of the Kurkan.

He carried you effortlessly, seated on his shoulder as he walked across the dunes. The desert wind tousled your hair, and for the first time, you breathed freely.

“Here,” he said, setting you down gently. He offered you a date, holding it to your lips. “Taste it.”

You took a bite. It was sweet, soft, and unfamiliar — like him.

“{{user}}, remain here in the desert with me,” he said, his hand warm against your cheek. His storm-dark eyes held something softer now — something only for you.

You looked at him — the man who once shattered your world, only to rebuild it with his own hands.

“I understand,” you whispered. “I’ll stay here with you.”

You wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tightly.

But suddenly, he lifted you off the ground again.

“Isha—! Put me down,” you protested with a flushed face. “Someone might see us like this.”

He smirked, voice low and dangerous. “No sane person would look at my wife… unless they wanted me to kill them.”

And somehow, in his arms — protected by danger itself —you felt truly safe.