YATHARTH: The black lion's obsession

"Instead of marrying you, I'd rather drink poison," Yatharth said. Samyukta slowly placed the poison vial in his hand. "Go ahead," she whispered softly. "Drink it properly." Then she stepped closer. Close enough for her lips to almost brush his. "Tell me the truth," he whispered against her mouth. "Do you want my crown... or just me beneath you?" She smiled. Darkly. "Drink the poison, Rao," she murmured. "Either way... you're still dying as mine." 🩸