The heavy wooden doors of the royal chamber slammed shut behind them, the sound echoing like a final verdict. Raghuvendra Pratap Rana—Rana Sa to everyone in Udaipur—stood motionless for a heartbeat, his dark eyes devouring the woman who had just been delivered to him as his newest mistress. Chandni.

She was breathtaking. The sheer red-and-gold lehenga clung to her curves like it had been painted on, the deep neckline revealing the swell of full, heavy breasts that rose and fell with nervous breaths. Her waist was small, hips wide, and the thin dupatta did nothing to hide the way her nipples had already tightened beneath the fabric. Long, kohl-lined eyes met his, and in that single glance, something inside Rana Sa snapped.