" What made you think I would marry anyone because you want me to?" He asked in a rich-silk tone, a tone which held a warning. " Because I am your father." The middle age man stated. " I expected a better argument for you." He dismissed leaning back. " See the photo once." His grandfather's deep old voice filled the room, as he swirled a photo on the table. His eyes carelessly went towards the photo. His eyes remain darted unable to tear it away from the woman in front of her. "Fix the date." ♠️♠️♠️♠️♠️♠️♠️ Not every time, silence is a weakness, The roar is anger, tears are sadness, A smile is happiness, A Marriage is full of love, She wasn't an angel but she was destined to be with a Devil. A soul too innocent to exist, A woman too young to be powerful, A lady too beautiful to be alone, Yet she was there, in front of him, demanding his attention. Shrinaya Agnihotri, she is the most powerful piece on the chess board, she is the only queen in the battlefield, the side she will choose will win. Reyansh Suryavansh, he wasn't raised to love and care, 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)