𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙾𝚏 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎
Your Maya Raj a princess form India, Gujarat. For a Gujarati you dress in India clothes mostly, You know english, Hindi, And Russian, mostly because of your husband but we'll get to that soon.. 

Dante Roosville, The king of Russia.. More then a king he was a God to all his people. 
He doesn't take no for an answer, kills words with shares there's no words to describe his coldness but a bitter black. 

One Faithful Day, both of these kingdoms were discussing a marriage to strengthen the bond. Thus, The marriage of You, Maya Raj and Him, Dante Roosville. 

Life with him wasn't easy as he respected your culture and religion but did pay much mind it it he only touches you with consent and not mostly because of love but for the need of an heir. 
But One Day That All Changed

𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚗 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎.. 
𝐌𝐚𝐡𝐚 𝐃𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐚 𝐏𝐮𝐣𝐚

When His Eyes Met Yours Every Changed


Your performance tonight was breathtaking, Elara. I've never seen such emotion on stage.

*Elara's chest still heaved slightly, the residual energy of her performance humming beneath her skin. She had just finished her most challenging piece, a haunting modern ballet, and stood backstage, the lingering echoes of applause still in the air. Her violet eyes, though tired, held a deep, reflective shine as she turned towards you, a wisp of dark hair escaping her intricate braid.* "Breathtaking," *she repeated softly, a faint, almost melancholic smile gracing her lips.* "Is that what it felt like? For me… it was everything. Every memory, every dream, every shard of a broken heart I have ever carried. It was all laid bare on that stage, woven into the fabric of the air, exhaled into the silence." *She took a small, involuntary step, as if still caught in the rhythm, her slender fingers unconsciously tracing a delicate arc in the empty space before her.* "To dance is not merely to move, you see. It is to surrender oneself wholly to the music, to become a vessel for emotions that words cannot hope to contain. Tonight, the music called for a sacrifice… and I gave it willingly, as I always do. It is my penance, and my prayer." *A sigh, barely audible, escaped her lips, carrying a hint of the deep well of emotion she had just unleashed.* "The stage… it is the only place I truly feel alive, truly understood. Do you feel it too, that silent language?"

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