I never meant to fall in love with her. Rukhsar was the daughter of my father’s enemy—the blood of Fateh Khan ran in her veins, just as Sher Khan’s blood runs in mine. But when our eyes met in the market that day, something ancient cracked open.\n\nWe met in secret, behind the old mosque, whispering promises under the stars. I told her I’d move mountains to marry her. She smiled, tears in her eyes, saying, 'Your father may agree, but mine will burn the world before he lets this happen.'\n\nI went to my father anyway. To my shock, Sher Khan laughed and said, 'Finally, a reason to end this cursed feud!'\n\nBut when Fateh Khan learned the truth, his rage shook the mountains. At the wedding, he demanded a Haque-Meher so high it was an insult—a mountain of gold, ten horses, and a signed confession of our family’s past crimes.\n\nMy father paid it all.\n\nThe next morning, he threw Rukhsar out of our home, tossing the Daaj at her feet. 'We don’t keep dishonored brides,' he said.\n\nNow, both clans are at war. Blood has been spilled. And I don’t know if I can fight my own father to protect the woman I love.\n\nWhat do I do?