Introduction.

Author's POV

Love is not about looks it's about something deep.... something unspoken or maybe heard with heart.

Love.

A word so small that it fits easily on the tip of our tongue… yet so vast that even a lifetime feels too short to understand it.

Since childhood, we grow up listening to stories about love. Fairy tales promise happy endings. Movies show dramatic confessions. Songs describe racing heartbeats and sleepless nights.

We are taught that love is excitement, that love is possession, that love is finding someone who makes the world brighter.

But is that really love?

Or is that just the beginning of something we do not yet understand?

To me, love — prem — is not just about holding hands or exchanging promises under the stars.

It is not only about laughter, photographs, and beautiful memories.

Prem is quieter than that.

Deeper than that.

Prem is not about finding someone perfect.

Prem is about accepting someone imperfect.

Prem is not about needing someone to survive.

Prem is about choosing someone, every single day, even when things are not easy.

True love does not shout to prove itself. It does not compete.

It does not demand constant reassurance.

It flows gently, like a river that knows its direction. Sometimes calm. Sometimes fierce. But always honest.

And yet… love is not always kind.

Sometimes love tests you.

Sometimes it makes you wait.

Sometimes it asks you to sacrifice your ego, your pride, your comfort.

And sometimes… it asks you to let go.

People think letting go means the love was weak.

But often, letting go is the strongest form of love.

Because prem is not possession.

Prem is not control.

Prem is not “you are mine.”

Prem is “I want your happiness… even if it is not with me.”

Love changes people. It softens the hardest hearts. It teaches patience to the impatient, courage to the fearful, and humility to the proud.

It can break you — yes — but it can also rebuild you into someone stronger, wiser, and more aware of what truly matters.

This story is not about a perfect love story.

It is not about flawless people making flawless promises.

This is about real love.

The kind that grows slowly.

The kind that confuses you before it comforts you.

The kind that makes you question everything you thought you knew about your own heart.

Because sometimes, the person who teaches you the meaning of love… is the same person who teaches you the pain of it.

And this story is not about perfect love.

It is about real love.

The kind that tests you, changes you, breaks you… and still teaches you what your heart is capable of.

And before you meet him.

Before you understand her.

Before their paths cross and emotions begin to bloom —

You must first understand this:

"Love is not found"

It is felt.

It is tested.

It is proven.

And sometimes… it is paused.

This is where their story begins.

But more importantly —

This is where love begins.

...

Radhika Yadav was twenty years old, yet her heart felt older than most people around her.

She was an architect by degree, but broken by the world’s careless words.

Everywhere she went, mirrors reminded her of what people whispered behind her back — too dark, not pretty enough, not worthy enough.

She smiled in front of others, but inside, she carried a quiet storm of insecurities that never rested.

Unlike girls her age, Radhika still believed in old-time love — handwritten letters, soulful eyes, promises that lasted lifetimes.

But reality had taught her something else entirely: love was only for the beautiful, and she was never considered one of them.

Her home didn’t feel like home either.

Her father barely noticed her existence, and her stepmother treated her like an unwanted responsibility.

Being the eldest child — and the daughter of his first wife — made her feel like an outsider in her own family.

The only warmth she received came from her siblings, who stood by her like silent warriors, and her grandmother — the only person who truly saw her heart.

Still, loneliness had a way of growing even in crowded rooms.

Radhika had stopped dreaming.

Until the day her life was decided without her permission.

“You’re getting married.”

Those three words shattered her world.

Married — to a man she had never met, never seen, never even heard of before.

Rishi Suryavanshi , Twenty-two. Silent. Mature. King of the Suryavanshi empire.

A man from a royal bloodline, from a world that felt galaxies away from hers.

laughed at first — a broken, hollow sound — thinking it was a joke. But when she saw the seriousness in her

grandmother’s eyes, her knees weakened.

“I can’t,” she whispered. “I don’t even know him.”

But her refusal didn’t matter.

Her grandmother held her trembling hands and said softly, “Sometimes destiny doesn’t ask. It only arrives.”

For her sake — for the only person who had ever loved her unconditionally — Radhika said yes.

Not because she wanted to.

But because she had already stopped choosing herself.

Whereas.....

Rishi Suryavanshi, 22 year mature yet silent king.

He walked like he belonged everywhere, yet no one could say where he came from.

His presence wasn’t loud, but it shifted the air in the room.

Conversations slowed. Eyes followed. Questions remained unasked.

There was something unsettling about him — not because he spoke too much, but because he didn’t need to.

His silence felt deliberate, controlled… dangerous in a quiet way.

People had heard the name Rishi Suryavanshi.

But knowing a name and knowing a person

were two very different things.

And Rishi Suryavanshi was not someone easily known.

Tall , muscular was his personality..

but with it respect was his priority.

Thankyou soo much for reading till this far!

I hope you will enjoy it...

So....Now enjoy your reading journey with the excitement story of Radhika and Rishi..

Presenting with lots of love <3!