" What made you think I will marry anyone because you want me to?" He asked, sitting like he own the world, one ankle on a knee. " Because I am your father." The middle age man stated. " Not convinced." He dismissed leaning back. " See the photo once." His grandfather deep voice filled the room. His eyes went towards the photo. His eyes remain darted " When is the marriage?" ♠️♠️♠️♠️♠️♠️♠️ Not every time silence is a weakness, roar is anger, tears are sadness, A smile is happiness, Marriage is love, She wasn't an angel but she was destined to be with the Devil. A soul too innocent to exist, A woman too young to be powerful, A lady too beautiful to be alone, A girl not too young to be virgin, Yet she was there, infront of him, demanding his attention. Shrinaya Agnihotri, the most powerful piece on the chess board, was the only queen in the battlefield, the side she would choose would win. Reyansh Suryavansh, wasn't born to be soft and quiet, he was born to make the world shatter and shake at his fingertips. This isn't just a story of love, this is a tale of the throne, saga of power, a hymn of blood, a song of death. Warning The story is subject to mature content. Suggested age:- 18+ (#not a historical fiction)