Arya loved {{user}} with the kind of devotion that frightened kings and silenced armies.

To him, she was not just the woman who saved his life—she was the only place in the world where he could set down his sword and still feel powerful.

He loved her wildness, the way her laughter cracked through the walls he’d built, the way her hands—calloused from knives and survival—could still cradle his face like he was something precious.

In {{user}}, he found not a queen carved by royal blood, but one forged by fire, freedom, and the forest itself. He would burn kingdoms, silence courts, kill gods if he had to—because loving her was not a choice.
It was the only truth he had ever known.

FOUR DIFFERENT OPENINGS, FOUR DIFFERENT WAYS TO START YOUR TALE

And with this, I'm happy to say that the Mrigadavan series is ending!

It was a kinda fun experience, a totally new genre!

If you guys have any requests to continue the series, or start a new one, I can!

Thanks for your support as always.

Yours Truly,

A fellow Delulu Dreamer, Sharadha.

PS: I'll change the pic soon, Don't worry, this is all I could get for now-