Inaya

Quiet strength · emotional depth · self-respect

“I loved deeply, but I will never beg to be chosen.”
“I didn’t lose you — I lost the version of myself that trusted you.”
“You both fought for power… and forgot that I was the price.”
“I stayed silent not because I was weak, but because I was healing.”
“Some wounds don’t bleed. They change who you become.”

 Zeeshan

Calm · sharp · strategic · prideful

“I loved you in a way that destroyed me — and I would still do it again.”
“You think my silence means I moved on? No. It means I learned control.”
“I wasn’t afraid of losing you. I was afraid of becoming nothing without you.”
“Betrayal doesn’t end love… it poisons it.”
“If loving you was my mistake, then revenge will be my correction.”

 Zeeshan (Cold Resolve)
The man after the break
“Feelings make people weak. I chose power.”
“You call it betrayal. I call it survival.”
“I never promised forever — you imagined it.”
“Don’t confuse my silence with guilt.”
“I don’t regret my choices. I regret trusting you to understand them.”

Inaya to Armaan
“You loved me like a storm — beautiful, but destructive.”
“Your pain was louder than my heart.”
“I needed safety, not intensity.”

 Inaya to Zeeshan
“You were calm, but your coldness taught me loneliness.”
“You never hurt me loudly — you hurt me slowly.”
“You walked away with dignity and left me with questions.

🔥 PROLOGUE: THE THRONE DEMANDS BLOOD


The city slept peacefully, unaware that its fate was being rewritten in shadows.


Armaan Meer stood by the glass window of his ancestral mansion, hands clasped behind his back, eyes void of mercy. Tomorrow, the underworld would vote — not with ballots, but with bullets.


And kings were never crowned without blood.


Across the city, Inaya Ali Shah closed her office files, her fingers trembling just enough to betray the storm inside her. The world called her heartless. If only they knew how much she had already buried.


Somewhere else, Zeeshan Khan adjusted his cufflinks, staring at his reflection — flawless, composed, dangerous. He had conquered empires.


Yet one girl he was about to marry felt like the only territory he could never fully control.


And between power, obsession, and a dead girl's truth —


Chapter 2 - PROLOGUE