SNOWBOUND HEARTS
They said the mountains never forget. Beneath the blanket of snow that cloaked Himachal’s winding roads and whispered through pine forests, stories lay buried — some beautiful, some bitter. In the ancient halls of forgotten royalty and within the walls of government offices, the winds carried rumors of power, betrayal, and pride. It was in the heart of these icy highlands, where nature bowed only to those who dared challenge it, that two storms prepared to collide. She came wrapped not in silk or submission, but in authority — a woman in uniform, spine straight with steel, eyes that saw through lies, and a heart that beat for justice. Ira Saxena — the youngest IAS officer to take over a district tangled in tourism, crime, and politics. Fierce. Principled. Untouched by fear. He stood high above the valley, where palaces touched the clouds and arrogance flowed thicker than blood. A prince not of fairy tales, but of legacy — cold, unyielding, and bitter. Raghav Singh Thakur — the heir to Himachal’s royal bloodline, now a powerful man who trusted no one, especially not women. To him, they were distractions, gold-diggers, opportunists in painted smiles. But when fire meets frost, something must give. And so, as the first snow of winter fell, two fates were set on a path destined to clash — not in war, but in something more dangerous. Love. Not the gentle kind. But the kind that burns through layers of hatred, ego, and old wounds. The kind that changes everything.
