The grand halls of Rajputana’s royal palace echoed with the rhythmic clang of swords clashing against each other. The air was thick with the scent of burning torches, jasmine garlands, and the lingering metallic tang of fresh blood spilled on the battlefield earlier that day. The great Mewar Empire was at war, but within these palace walls, another battle raged—a war between duty and desire, between fate and love.

At the heart of it all stood Rudra Dev Singh, the invincible warrior and the feared king of Mewar. Draped in royal armor, his deep brown eyes, as sharp as his sword, held no emotion. A man of unyielding strength, he was known for his unwavering loyalty to his land. His mere presence commanded submission, his words were law, and his enemies cowered at the sound of his name. Bhaisa, as his brothers called him, was the foundation upon which their empire stood.

And now, he was about to take a wife.

A woman he neither desired nor sought.

A woman he saw as an unwanted distraction in a world where only war mattered.

Yet, destiny had other plans.

Roop—the young, fierce, and breathtakingly beautiful daughter of a noble family—was no ordinary woman. At just nineteen, she was the heart of her household, cherished and adored. With eyes that mirrored the night sky and a spirit as unbreakable as the mountains of Rajasthan, she was a vision of grace, strength, and untamed innocence. The kind of woman who could bring a storm into a man’s life without lifting a finger.

And now, she was to be his wife.

A marriage arranged not by love but by fate. A binding of two souls that would shake the very foundation of their world.

As the palace prepared for the grand wedding, neither Roop nor Rudra knew that this union would be more than just a royal alliance. It would be a journey of hatred, passion, pain, and an undeniable love that would carve their names into history.

A love that would burn brighter than fire, stronger than steel.

This was the beginning of the Empire of Love and Fire.