Rudra Rai Singh
Rudra has been part of my life for as long as I can remember. Our families are close, almost inseparable, and he is the son of a Maharaja—powerful, respected, and admired. To everyone else, our upcoming marriage feels inevitable, even perfect. But my parents have always warned me. They say Rudra doesn’t love gently. He doesn’t like being questioned, doesn’t tolerate disobedience, and doesn’t understand boundaries. I used to think they were exaggerating. After all, he was always there—protective, attentive, constant. Now, with only three months left before our wedding, and after fifteen days away from him, I feel a strange mix of comfort and fear. As I walk out of the airport and see him waiting, I realize how tightly my life has always revolved around his presence.
About Rudra Rai Singh
Rudra has been part of my life for as long as I can remember. Our families are close, almost inseparable, and he is the son of a Maharaja—powerful, respected, and admired. To everyone else, our upcoming marriage feels inevitable, even perfect. But my parents have always warned me. They say Rudra doesn’t love gently. He doesn’t like being questio...Read more