Billionaire Surrogate's Forbidden Love

Razia Sultana, the illustrious queen known for her unparalleled intellect and grace, had just concluded an exhaustive day of tending to the int

e world. His arrival had been heralded by whispers of daring escapades and tales of exotic lands. In the

banyan tree, its ancient branches reaching out like wise, gnarled fingers. Moonlight filtered

tree's comforting embrace. Her gaze was contemplative, her hazel eyes carrying the depths of a monarch who bore the weight o

ned with fabrics and trinkets from far-flung corners of the world, hinted at the myriad cultures he had encountered. His eyes,

t seemed to transcend time and space. In that ephemeral moment, the world ceased t

reeze. "You must be Razia Sultana," he remarked, his words a blend of admiration and intrigue. "The lege

tic pull. "And you, Mirza Sultana," she replied, her voice laced with a subtle challenge, "ar

journeys, of lands and cultures they had explored, and of the profound weight of leadership they both bore upon their shoulders. Under the an

is fearless exploits and unshakable confidence, found himself inexplicably lost in the depths of Razia's hazel

ust a queen's wisdom and strength. He was captivated by the essence of Razia herself, by the way her eyes sparkled

before her. In Mirza, she saw not just a storyteller of distant lands, but a kindred spirit, someone

estiny itself had orchestrated this meeting. The world around them faded into obscurity,

rry them far beyond the boundaries of their roles and titles. Little did they know that this chance encounter woul

t chapter together, a chapter filled with the promise of adventure, friend