~THE EMPIRE'S PLAYTHING~
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Hello sunshinesss✨
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I’m back—but this time, with something different.
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A dark, twisted royal tale that revolves solely around two dangerously dominant kings and one innocent girl.
No fluff. No distractions. Just raw intensity, power, and slow-burning obsession.
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This is not a story of love at first sight.
This is the story of a girl who was thrown into a cage of lions, forced to serve them, suffer under them, and eventually—make them fall to their knees.
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Set in the blood-soaked kingdom of Jauhar, this is a historical, emotionally tense MMF* story..
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The rest of the world? It doesn’t matter.
Because in this palace—only they exist.❤️🔥
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So now let's meet our main leads....✨
“You were not chosen. You were thrown at us. Don’t mistake this palace as your home.”
Rajveer Singh Rathore
The Eldest Brother
Cold. Unforgiving. Commanding.
Believes emotions are weaknesses.
A born warrior—he doesn't speak unless necessary, but when he does, his words crush bones.
Rules through order and fear.
Has no interest in marriage. Least of all in sharing a wife.
Treats Chaavi like a servant, disgusted by the idea of being tied to her.
But somewhere beneath his armor... something stirs when he sees her strength.
“Cry if you want. It won’t change your fate—but it might amuse me.”
vikram Singh Rathore
The Younger Brother
Manipulative. Charming. Dangerous.
The kind of man who makes you feel safe while building your coffin.
Doesn’t raise his hand—he raises doubts.
Lives for control through subtle fear and twisted affection.
Sees Chaavi as a plaything at first—a tool to amuse him.
But her quiet rebellion begins to fascinate him.
“They want me to bow. But maybe… maybe I’ll learn how to make them fall instead.”
Chaavi rathore
The Offered Bride
Barely seventeen. Quiet. Innocent.
Grew up in a small village with dreams, not destiny.
Thrust into the world of kings and cruelty.
She is not a warrior. But she survives.
Doesn’t fight with swords—but with silence, endurance, and unexpected fire.
They want her to break. She won’t give them the pleasure.
And slowly, her presence begins to haunt both men.
the offering
The kingdom of Jauhar was a place ruled by blood, sweat, and iron. The land, soaked in history and shadow, bowed to the will of the two brothers who held power—each with a rule as unyielding as the stone walls that kept their secrets hidden. They were not just kings by title; they were rulers by nature, and together, they had forged an empire where nothing was beyond their control.
The eldest, Rajveer, stood tall like a statue, his gaze cold and calculating. His words, like the strike of a blade, were always measured and firm, for he believed in strength above all. To him, weakness was a sin, and the people of Jauhar—, the land itself—were simply pawns in a game he played for his own amusement.
Then there was Vikram, the younger brother, a man who reveled in the suffering of others. His cruelty knew no bounds. He found joy in breaking those who dared challenge him and loved to watch the world burn under his command. His laughter, dark and filled with malice, could send chills down even the bravest soldier's spine.
Together, they were a duo of dominance, ruling over Jauhar with an iron grip. But there was one thing they did not share among themselves—their women. Or a least, not until now.
Each was powerful in his own right, feared by all, and respected by even more. But for all their strength, there was one thing they could not control: their mother, the formidable Rajeshwari Devi Rathore.
Rajeshwari, as wise and calculating as she was, had ruled the family with a quiet hand for years. She had watched her sons grow, each of them carving their own path of dominance and power, but in one matter, they were united: none of them had any interest in sharing a wife. Both brother were adamant about keeping his own, ruling his domain alone, with no room for others to share in the privilege.
Yet, Rajeshwari had other plans.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an orange glow over the sprawling Rathore Haveli, Rajeshwari summoned her sons to the council room. The heavy wooden doors creaked open, and the three men walked in, one by one, their presence like thunder in the air.
The woman who stood before them was not their equal—she was not even close. She was a simple girl, barely seventeen, a mere child compared to the men who stood before her. But in Rajeshwari’s eyes, she was the perfect choice
rajeshwari rathore(their mother)
“You will marry her,”
her voice firm and final.
The room fell into an uncomfortable silence as both the brothers exchanged looks of disbelief.
rajveer rathore
“What are you saying, Maa sa?”
Rajveer, the eldest, finally spoke. His voice was cold, his expression one of sheer disgust.
rajveer rathore
“We don’t need a single wife, let alone share one. Why force this upon us?”
rajeshwari rathore(their mother)
(Rajeshwari’s eyes narrowed.)
“It’s tradition, Rajveer. The kingdom needs an heir—one that will not just come from you, or from you, but from both of you. Together.”
rajeshwari rathore(their mother)
“You will marry her because I command it. And when she becomes your queen, you will share her. Together.”
Vikram, the younger brother, let out a mocking laugh.
vikram rathore
“You’ve lost your mind, Maa sa.” His words were venomous. “We are not animals.”
rajeshwari rathore(their mother)
“You will do as I say, Vikram.”
rajeshwari rathore(their mother)
(Rajeshwari’s voice was implacable, like steel. )
“You will marry her. If not for your own sake, then for the sake of the Rathore name. This is your duty.”
The tension in the room was suffocating. The brothers’ anger was palpable, their hands curling into fists, their chests rising and falling with the weight of the decision they had been forced into.
But none of them dared to disobey their mother.
rajveer rathore
" this is madness"
rajveer rathore
(Standing by the massive window, voice as still as stone)
Why her?
rajeshwari rathore(their mother)
(Seated in her carved throne, fingers laced together)
Because she is pure. Untouched. And your union will bind this kingdom’s legacy, not just with blood... but loyalty.
(They talk like I’m cattle... not even once have they looked me in the eye.)
vikram rathore
His voice lighter, mocking
So we’re to share a wife now? You must be desperate, Maa sa.
rajveer rathore
(Sharply)
I don’t share. You know that.
rajeshwari rathore(their mother)
You will now. Both of you. The kingdom needs unity. Two thrones. One queen. One heir.
rajveer rathore
(snaps)
She’s a child.
rajeshwari rathore(their mother)
She’s seventeen. And if she survives you two, she’ll be a queen.
(I want to scream. To run. But I can barely breathe. My fingers are cold. My body doesn’t move.)
The wedding was done under a blood-red moon. There was no music. No laughter. Just heavy silence and eyes watching me like prey. Their bride. Their possession.
vikram rathore
Quietly, to Rajveer
She doesn’t even know what’s coming.
rajveer rathore
His jaw tightens
Let her learn. Tonight.
(After the forced wedding. Chaavi has been taken to the royal chamber. The door closes behind her.)
rajveer rathore
Cold, sharp voice
"Sit."
(Their voices echo like thunder. My legs tremble. The silk of my bridal lehenga weighs like chains. I can barely look at them.)
chaavi rathore
“I… I don’t know what you want from me…”
vikram rathore
(Leaning against the wall, arms folded)
"She looks like a ghost. Did no one tell her what’s expected of a bride here?"
chaavi rathore
(Pale, voice barely audible)
"I-I don’t understand... why me? Why both of you?"
rajveer rathore
(Approaches slowly, cold fire in his eyes)
"Because you were offered. And we took you."
(He’s towering above me. His eyes—void. His words feel like chains wrapping around my neck.)
vikram rathore
(Dark smile playing on his lips)
"And now that you wear our name's mangalsutra , there’s no turning back."
chaavi rathore
(Stepping back, panicking)
"Please... I never wanted this. I didn’t ask—"
rajveer rathore
(Grabbing her wrist hard, voice like thunder)
"Exactly. You were given. Like an offering. And offerings don’t speak unless told."
(My knees go weak. The pressure of his grip shoots up my arm. I’ve never been touched like this. Never seen such fury aimed at me.But still, I hold back my tears. I won’t cry—not in front of them.)
vikram rathore
(Walking over, casually brushing her hair back)
"You should be grateful. You get two kings for a husband. Most girls beg for one."
chaavi rathore
(Tears falling)
"I-I’m scared..."
rajveer rathore
(Leans in close, his lips near her ear)
"Good. That means you understand."
(Their voices drown out everything else. My heart pounds like it wants to escape my chest. I know something awful is coming... and no one will stop it.)
rajveer rathore
(Sits lazily on a cushioned throne, eyes devouring her)
"You look like a rabbit in a trap. Frightened. Confused. That’s good."
(He gestures toward her neckline, voice a slow poison.)
"Remove the veil."
(My fingers hesitate at the edge of my veil. My mind screams at me not to obey. But what choice do I have? My hands move on their own. They always win here.)
She lifts the veil. Her eyes meet Rajveer’s for the first time. Cold. Pitiless.
rajveer rathore
"Pretty. But that doesn’t matter. You’re here for one reason."
(He walks slowly around her like a predator sizing up prey.)
"You’ll learn obedience, Chaavi. You’ll learn how to kneel before your kings."
(Obedience. That word coils in my gut like poison. I feel sick. I want to run. But the door is closed. There’s no escape in this palace of predators.)
chaavi rathore
“Why… why do you hate me already?”
vikram rathore
(Laughs softly, shaking his head.)
"We don’t hate you, little bride. We just don’t care. And in this house, that’s far worse."
rajveer rathore
(Steps forward, fingers grazing her chin)
"You’ll serve. You’ll bend. And maybe—if you behave—we’ll let you breathe."
your first lesson
[The Next Morning – Grand Hall]
chaavi rathore
(I dress in what the maid gives me—a royal sharara stitched in gold. My bangles jingle softly. My braid is heavy with ornaments. I look like a queen… But inside, I feel like dust beneath their feet.)
(With trembling steps, I descend the long marble staircase.)
The two brothers sit at the end of the room, bent over scrolls and letters, the scent of ink and sandalwood heavy in the air.
rajveer rathore
Without looking up
“You’re late.”
(My throat tightens. It’s not even mid-morning. I thought they'd be asleep still. But clearly, kings do not rest like mortals.)
chaavi rathore
“I-I came as soon as I—”
vikram rathore
(Looks up, eyes scanning her slowly from head to toe)
“Hmm. You dress like a queen…”
(Leans back in his chair)
“…But let’s see how you sweep like a maid.”
chaavi rathore
(My stomach drops.)
“I-I don’t understand…”
rajveer rathore
(Voice like sharpened steel)
"Remove those jewels, Chaavi. You look like a queen. You are not."
(My fingers tremble as I reach for the heavy necklace. I don’t understand. Why… why would a bride be stripped like this?)
chaavi rathore
“Yes, Raj… I mean… Yes, raja sa.”
vikram rathore
(Sitting lazily by the window, swirling wine in a goblet)
"‘Raja sa’—now that’s better. Quick learner."
(Smirks without looking at her)
"Now take off those bangles too. You won’t need them to scrub floors."
(Scrub… floors? My chest tightens. I don’t understand. I am their wife. I was told I’d be queen. Why then… are they treating me like a maid?)
chaavi rathore
“But… aren’t there—maids for that?”
rajveer rathore
(Steps closer. Cold eyes. No pity.)
"There are. Hundreds. But none of them were forced into our home as a gift. You were."
(His voice lowers, dangerous.)
"You will earn your place here. On your knees. With your hands bruised."
rajveer rathore
(Coldly)
“You will clean the dining hall, the guest chamber, and our room. By noon.”
(Glances at the maid behind her)
“Don’t help her. No one helps the unwanted.”
chaavi rathore
(Unwanted. The word burns.)
“But… I thought… I’m your wife.”
vikram rathore
(Laughs darkly)
“No, sweetheart. You’re our punishment.”
(Pauses, then speaks slowly, each word a blade)
“Earn your right to call yourself our wife.”
(The room sways. I feel like I’ll faint. But I hold myself steady. If I show weakness now… they’ll devour me whole.)
chaavi rathore
“Yes… my lord.”
vikram rathore
(Finally rises from his seat. Walks toward her with slow, calculated steps.)
"See, Rajveer? She bends so easily. Like paper in fire."
(Leans into her ear, his breath warm, his words ice.)
"Do you like cleaning, Chaavi? Dusting royal shelves, scrubbing our floors, fetching our tea?"
(No. No, I don’t. I want to cry. I want to scream. But my voice has vanished. All I can do is nod.)
chaavi rathore
“If that is what you command…”
rajveer rathore
"You’ll start tomorrow. Before dawn. And if I find a single corner untouched, I will make sure your fingers bleed until the floor shines red."
(This is not a marriage. This is not a palace. This is a prison with golden walls… and I am alone inside it.)
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