Yeear-1589 My hands stilled above the scroll as the heavy doors of the darbar creaked open. Footsteps echoed—urgent, panicked. A messenger fell to his knees before me, words tumbling out, breathless. And then I heard it—her name... Naina.

The ink spilled across the page as I rose, heart pounding beneath layers of silk and steel. My queen. My wife. Taken. By a filthy, cowardly jackal who dares to call himself king. He touched what was mine, walked into my kingdom like a thief in the dark while I was away, serving the very borders that protect this land.

My jaw clenched. I could feel it—rage creeping up like a storm. My eyes, once calm as dusk over Suryagarh, now burned with the fury of a man betrayed. They say kings must think before they feel. But how does a man silence the scream in his soul when the woman he cherishes is dragged away like a pawn in some wretched game?

Three months. That’s all we had. Three soft, sacred months. And now? He’s awakened a beast in me I didn’t know still breathed.

I will bring her back. And I will leave his kingdom in ashes.