Throne and Thread

He was born in the shadow of the national emblem -

a son sculpted by silence, not slogans.

She was sent away before legacy could stain her -

a daughter raised to heal, not to belong.

???

Vritant wears restraint like armor.

Adhrita folds softness into silence.

They meet at a wedding neither chose.

No past. No plan.

Just two names that were never meant to matter to each other -

but somehow, they do.