PROLOGUE

The night sky over Kashi burned with fireworks — their sparks raining down like blessings, or warnings. The Thakur Estate glowed brighter than the stars, its gates flung open to kings of politics, tycoons of industry, and monsters of the underworld cloaked in velvet sherwanis.

Tonight was not just a wedding. It was a declaration — and everyone knew that refusing an invitation from the Thakurs meant signing their own death warrant.

Because the Thakurs did not invite.
They summoned.

The baraat had already begun. The air pulsed with the beat of dhols, fireworks split the heavens, and the crowd swayed to the rhythm of celebration. Among them, he sat on the horse — silent, commanding, untouched by the chaos.

Tanishq Thakur.

The man for whom the world stopped breathing. His sharp gaze swept over the crowd with cool indifference; this wedding was not his choice, but his duty. The procession thundered forward, drums and trumpets echoing down the streets as horses stamped the earth. Women twirled in jeweled lehengas, men danced and shouted his name.

Tanishq Thakur — immaculate in ivory and gold, sharp as a blade, silent as death itself. He did not smile. He did not dance. He did not need to. His very presence was worship and warning both.

This marriage was his obligation, his grandmother’s command — the empire sealed with sindoor.
Love had never been invited to this union.

And then—she came.

A blur of amethyst silk slipping through the crowd. Hair cascading like a midnight lake, eyes that didn’t lower under the weight of his name. She laughed — freely, recklessly — spinning with his younger brothers as if she belonged, as if fear had no claim over her.

For the first time, the world saw her dance — the silent one, radiant with joy, celebrating her sister’s wedding and her own return. Unaware of the web being spun around her, unaware of the storm that would pull her into the vortex of ishq and junoon.

And the moment Tanishq’s gaze found her, the drums silenced. The crowd blurred. The empire he had built on obedience and blood wavered like fragile glass.

It wasn’t recognition — he had never seen her before.
It wasn’t affection — he had no use for such weakness.

It was fire.
It was hunger.

It was the kind of obsession that tore kingdoms apart.

And on the night meant to bind him in chains of duty, Tanishq Thakur realized — his empire was no longer ruled by fear.

It was ruled by her.....

Them together:

Author’s Note:

This is my first attempt at writing a dramatic saga that blends power, obsession, and forbidden love. The story began as a small idea—half a joke, half a dream—but it has grown into something larger than I expected.

Disclaimer:This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people, events, or places is purely coincidental. The themes include power struggles, obsession, and family legacies, so read with that in mind.

I hope you enjoy stepping into the world of Tanishq Thakur, where duty and desire collide, and where love isn’t gentle—it’s fire.

And that’s the beginning, the prologue! ✨ What do you think of Tanishq’s entrance? And that moment when he first sees her—foreshadowing much, much more 👀

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