𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 𝑶𝒎𝒌𝒂𝒓 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 
╰┈➤ 𝟹𝟶 ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏʟᴅ

The King is loved by the entire kingdom of 𝗔𝗮𝗿𝘆𝗮𝘃𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗵𝗮𝗻, known for treating every person in his kingdom equally. He doesn't care about a person's status or fame; your bad deeds are counted just as equally as your good deeds.

He has a cold demeanour that clings to him like a second skin. His mere presence is enough to send a chilling shiver down anyone's spine.

Standing at 6'2", he has light green eyes, like a calm forest, yet they hold enough fire within to burn anything that tries to disturb that calm. Black hair styled in a side-swept manner, broad shoulders, and well-defined abs complete his imposing appearance. His olive complexion carries the warmth of dusk and the richness of old paintings.

But his responsibilities don't end with being the King of his kingdom. His reach actually begins in the underworld.

To the world, it is the Omkar Empire, but hidden beneath it lies the death of criminals. No one can guess the extent of the King's influence in the underworld.

His first priority is his family. The kingdom and the underworld come second.

His grandfather and father are the keepers of this secret within the family. They are also the only people who get to witness his calm and somewhat softer side.

And then there is a side known to no one but himself...

Painting.

Painting with blood? Yes, that much is known to his father and grandfather.

But he can also paint with colours and a paintbrush. He loves collecting art pieces.

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𝑰𝒏𝒂𝒂𝒚𝒂 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒓
╰┈➤ 𝟸𝟸 ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏʟᴅ

The daughter of the Pandit of the Shiva Temple in 𝗔𝗮𝗿𝘆𝗮𝘃𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗵𝗮𝗻, who also serves as the Kul-Pandit of the royal family.

A final-year literature student.

With grey-brown eyes and a curvy frame, she stands at 5'4". Her complexion carries the warmth of amber and the sweetness of sunlit honey. Her voice is like warm honey—sweet, slow, and impossible to forget.

She loves wearing traditional outfits. She tried western clothes a few times after her father insisted, but she didn't quite feel comfortable in them, so she stopped forcing herself.

Her world revolves around her family. She is an introverted girl. She speaks less and listens more.

But when it comes to her diary, neither her lips nor the pen in her delicate hands ever stop. She can write for hours without a single sigh.

She has only one friend—Janvi Rai.

A nonstop parrot. That's what Inaaya calls her. A talkative parrot who is good at talking and even better at copying.

Exactly the opposite of her. Chirpy and bubbly.

Her father has asked her several times about marriage and whether she likes someone, but she always sidesteps the conversation, saying,

"Jaisi aapki marzi."
(As you wish.)

The soft-spoken girl doesn't have a soft spot for anyone except her family, and she doesn't feel bad about it.

In fact, she is scared of the thought of falling in love or even getting married.

What if the man doesn't respect her the way her father respects her mother? What if he isn't as kind as her father?

What if this...

What if that...

The never-ending what-ifs.

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𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓
╰┈➤ 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘯𝘬?

𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙮 𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧｡｡｡ 𝙤𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠?