To every girl who deserved a second chance but never got one– the world called kalank, a stain on their families, a burden too heavy to carry—only for the man they once thought their punishment to say, "Laxmi hai mere ghar ki."

They called him the Mad King—Rudraksh Rajvansh, a man with fire in his veins and blood on his hands. At thirty-two, he had carved his name into history, a king feared by his enemies and barely tolerated by his allies. A storm wrapped in flesh, his eyes held the weight of a thousand battles, his mind a battlefield of its own—a place where mercy had long been slaughtered. He had never known madness unless it came to war, but she was his obsession, a fire that burned through his every thought.

Surmaya Raghuvanshi, a girl of twenty two, a widow cloaked in white, the color of death, bound by tradition and shadowed by loss. Married off at seven and widowed a month later when her husband succumbed to a sudden illness, she had learned to walk in the ashes of her past, her every breath a quiet rebellion against the chains that bound her. Yet, in the depths of her silence, there burned a fire that even her grief could not extinguish. Her only companion, her only refuge, was her Krishna Ji—her Madhav, the one who had whispered solace into her lonely nights, the only one who had seen her without her veil of silence.

Cover by Pallavilinkingwrites

Character aesthetics by lostlakshi