Meera stood on the balcony of Veer's secluded palace, the cool night breeze caressing her skin. The vast desert stretched beyond the horizon, bathed in the silver glow of the full moon. The weight of everything - her choices, her feelings - settled heavy in her chest.

She had fought against this. She had told herself she would never fall for someone like him. But fate had other plans. Every glance, every touch, every stolen moment had drawn her deeper into the dark, magnetic force that was Veer Pratap.

"Lost in thought again?"

His deep voice sent a familiar shiver down her spine. She turned to find him leaning against the doorway, watching her intently. His black shirt was unbuttoned at the top, revealing the faint scar on his collarbone - a reminder of the world he lived in, the dangers that surrounded him.

She sighed. "I was thinking about what I've gotten myself into."

Veer smirked, stepping closer. "And? Any regrets?"

She hesitated, searching his face. "Should I?"

He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. "You tell me."

Meera exhaled, closing her eyes for a brief moment. When she opened them, Veer was already reaching into his pocket.

"Marry me, Meera," he said, his voice deep and certain.

Her breath hitched. "What?"

He pulled out a ring - simple yet exquisite, glimmering under the moonlight. "Before the world can take you away. Before you can doubt what we have."

She took a step back, her heart racing. "Veer, this... this is crazy."

His jaw tightened. "Crazy? Maybe. But you and I both know this isn't something we can walk away from."

"Veer..." she whispered, torn between fear and love.

He stepped closer, cupping her face in his hands. "I don't do love, Meera. I don't do promises. But with you... everything is different. I will burn this world down if it dares to take you from me."

Tears pricked her eyes. She had fought so hard to resist him, to deny what she felt. But at this moment, staring into the eyes of the most dangerous man she had ever known, she realized - she didn't want to fight anymore.

"Say yes," he murmured, his lips a breath away from hers.

Her pulse roared in her ears. Everything in her screamed to run. But instead, she whispered the one word that sealed her fate.

"Yes."

Veer's smirk faded, replaced by something raw, something possessive. He slipped the ring onto her finger, his grip firm as if branding her as his.

"You're mine now, Meera," he whispered, before crushing his lips against hers in a deep, intoxicating kiss.