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Nandini sat alone in her modest room within the Sisodiya Palace, her sobs echoing softly against the stone walls. The weight of her solitude pressed down on her, a relentless ache for the family she'd lost. "I miss you, Amma, Appa," she whispered, her voice breaking as tears streamed down her cheeks, each one a silent plea to the heavens.

"Princess," a voice called from the shadows, low and familiar, cutting through her sorrow like a blade. She turned, her tear-streaked face catching the dim light, and there he stood-tall, commanding, a smirk playing on his lips. Yuvraj Manik Singh, the storm in human form, the rockstar prince who defied every rule but his own.

"Yuvaraj," she breathed, her voice trembling as their eyes locked. He stepped closer, his presence filling the room, a magnetic pull she couldn't escape.

"Why are you crying, Princess?" His tone softened, a rare tenderness slipping through his usual arrogance as he knelt before her. His hand reached out, brushing away her tears with a gentleness that belied the fire in his gaze.

"I... I..." Nandini stammered, her words lost in the storm of emotions he stirred within her.

"You miss your parents, don't you?" he murmured, reading her soul as easily as he read a crowd. She nodded, a fragile smile breaking through her grief at his understanding.

"They'd be proud of you, you know," he added, his voice a soothing balm. "And I'm here, aren't I? You didn't even tell me about your result, but my eyes are always on you, Nandini. Congratulations." He extended his hand, a prince offering more than a handshake-a lifeline.

She hesitated, then placed her trembling hand in his, her smile shy. "Thank you, Yuvaraj."

They shook hands, a simple gesture charged with unspoken currents. "You didn't have to come here," she said, her voice soft. "I could've come to you."

Manik raised an eyebrow, pulling out his phone with a mock frown. "Check yours, Princess. Where is it?"

Nandini fumbled, searching the room in a fluster. "Where's my phone?" she muttered, her innocence drawing a chuckle from him. The faint ringtone pierced the air, and she scrambled to find it beneath a pile of cloth. "Got it!"

He cut the call, shaking his head. "You're unbelievable, Nandini. 99.9% in the state, and yet so clueless. I called you a million times-where were you?"

"S-sorry, Yuvaraj," she stammered, shrinking under his intensity. "I was... busy with work."

"Work?" His voice sharpened, a spark of anger flaring. "Washing clothes, cooking, running around like a servant?"

She fell silent, her gaze dropping to the floor, but he wasn't done. Stepping closer, he gripped her arms, his touch firm yet trembling with emotion. "How many times have I told you? Stop doing these things. You're not a servant."

"But I am a servent, Yuvaraj," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"No!" His roar shook the room, his eyes blazing with a fierce possessiveness. "You're my princess, do you understand? My princess."

She shivered under his intensity, her breath catching. "Yuvaraj..."

"I wanted to be the first to congratulate you," he continued, his voice raw with pain and passion. "But your phone, your stubbornness-I hate seeing you like this, Nandini. You're not meant for scrubbing floors. You're meant to shine-for me, like my star. Why can't you see that?"

"It's hurting," she gasped, wincing as his grip tightened, her delicate frame trapped in his storm.

"I don't care," he growled, his teeth gritted, his eyes wild. "Why should I, when you don't care about me?"

"That's not true," she protested weakly, tears spilling anew.

"Then what's your problem?" he demanded, his voice a thunderclap.

"Please, Yuvaraj, try to understand," she pleaded. "We don't belong together."

"No," he countered, his grip unrelenting. "You're wrong. We're made for each other. You're mine-do you hear me?"

"Yuvaraj, please, it hurts," she cried, struggling against him, her tears a silent river.

"You hurt me more," he shot back, his voice breaking. "Every day, every second. I don't care if you're a servant here or not, rich or poor. I love you, Nandini. Can't you see it in my eyes?"

Her tears flowed silently, her heart a battlefield of fear and longing. "Yuvaraj..."

"Listen to me," he said, his tone softening but no less intense. "No one can take this from me. I love you, and nothing will stop that-not till my last breath. My heart beats for you, only you. Your name is etched there, permanent, unchangeable."

"But we're not equal," she whispered, her voice fragile.

"We are," he insisted, his eyes burning into hers. "The only differences are our height and gender. My love is real, and you can't deny it."

She stared at him, her teary eyes a mirror to her soul. Gently, he cupped her face, his thumbs tracing the curve of her cheeks. "Nandini, I don't love you for your beauty or some fleeting desire. I love your soul-pure, innocent, good. You love me too, even if you won't say it. Your eyes don't lie. They're screaming it right now."

Her sobs deepened, and with a tender reverence, he pressed his lips to her forehead, then pulled her into his arms. "You're my princess," he murmured, stroking her hair, kissing the crown of her head. "I'll never let you go."

They parted, and he wiped her tears with a softness that melted her defenses. "Don't cry, Nandini. My love is enough for both of us."

Their smiles met, tentative but real. "I'm so happy for you," he said, his pride genuine. "I knew you'd be first. I'm proud of you."

"Thank you, Yuvaraj," she replied, her voice steadier. "I didn't expect to top the state, but..."

"But you did," he finished, grinning. "Life's full of surprises-like me falling for you. The great Rockstar Manik turned into a lovesick fool, all because of you."

She smiled shyly, and he laughed. "In my entire academic life, I never even hit 50%. But you-you're extraordinary, unique."

"Please, Yuvaraj, go now," she said suddenly, worry creeping into her tone. "Someone might see you."

"What?" He blinked, confused.

"Please," she urged, her eyes pleading.

"Seriously, Nandini, you're so naive," he teased, stepping closer. "It's your big day, and the Yuvraj Manik Singh is here to celebrate you. Girls faint just seeing me-I break rules for no one but you. You're that special."

"Then?" she asked, her innocence disarming.

"Dumbo," he said, tapping her head playfully. "If I'm doing this for you, you owe me something special too."

"What?" she asked, wide-eyed.

"Just give me something I'd like," he said casually, his voice dropping to a husky whisper as he pulled her close.

"Yuvaraj, I don't have money for anything expensive," she fretted. "But I'll try-"

He chuckled, charmed by her sincerity. "You measure everything in money, don't you? Just give me some sweets," he murmured, his gaze darkening with intent as he leaned toward her lips.

"Yuvaraj, please," she whispered, pushing him back gently.

"What the-" he huffed, frustrated.

She shook her head, and he leaned in again, his thumb brushing her rosy lips. "This is my sweet, Princess, and I want it."

"Please, someone might see," she pleaded, her hands trembling as she tried to push him away.

He smirked, tightening his hold on her waist. "The door's closed. No one will see us."

"Yuvar-" Before she could finish, his lips crashed onto hers, fierce and tender all at once. The kiss was a storm-wild, passionate, consuming. She resisted at first, her hands pressing against his chest, but then her eyes fluttered shut, surrendering to the tide of him.

His lips devoured hers, biting and teasing, a hungry edge to his love. Her sleeve tore under his grip, the fabric giving way to his fervor. She gasped, reality snapping her back, and pushed against him, but he was lost-kissing her neck, her jaw, leaving trails of fire with every love bite.

"Aah," she hissed, pain mingling with the heat of his touch. His nails dug into her shoulder as he pinned her to the wall, his mouth claiming her neck again, relentless.

"Yuvaraj, please stop," she cried, tears slipping free.

He silenced her with another kiss, fierce and unyielding. "Nandini! Nandini!" A sharp knock rattled the door.

She froze, panic surging, but Manik was too far gone, his breath heavy against her skin. With a desperate shove, she broke free. "Yuvaraj, please go! Someone's here-I beg you!"

He blinked, reality crashing in, his chest heaving as he took her in-her messy hair, torn sleeve, swollen lips. His eyes burned with desire and something deeper. "Nandini, open the door!" the voice called again.

She shook her head, pleading silently, but his smirk returned. "No, please," she whispered, but he kissed her again, quick and searing, before pulling back.

"Meet me tonight," he said, his voice a promise wrapped in a dare. With a final peck on her lips, he slipped out the window, leaving her breathless and trembling.

She stared after him, tears glistening in her eyes, her heart a tangled dance of fear, love, and longing.

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