Caravans that once carried silk, grain, and gold now returned broken—if they returned at all. Traders left with prayers on their lips and never returned.. Soldiers sent to protect them came back hollow-eyed... or not at all. Whispers spread faster than truth, and fear settled into both kingdoms like a sickness  Villages woke to silence where laughter once lived. 

Chandrapura and Tiryapura—two of the strongest kingdoms—began to rot from the same unseen wound.

The court called it robbery.

The rulers knew better.

Yet this was no ordinary robbery. Both rulers knew it in their bones.

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Maharani Avantika refused to wait behind palace walls.

Her kingdom was orthodox—one that believed a queen should rule quietly, from shadows, behind veils and permissions. That alone was reason enough for her to step outside its rules. She had never learned to obey traditions that demanded her silence.

So she left.

No crown. No guards. No announcement.

Disguised as a lone warrior, sword hidden beneath travel-worn cloth, she rode out not because she was reckless—but because she was furious. Villages burned while councils debated. Innocents disappeared while elders prayed.

Avantika Was never A queen who prayed for salvation.

She became it.

If monsters walked her land, she would meet them as one of the people.

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King Rudradev, on the other hand, left without anyone noticing at all.

He knew his people. Knew that panic would spread faster than the truth if they learned something ancient stalked their roads. He could not afford fear—not when his soldiers were already vanishing, not when his people looked to him for steadiness.

So he chose silence.

Dressed as a wandering fighter, he followed the trails of blood and broken carts, stopping where others fled. He spoke gently to survivors, listened more than he questioned, memorizing every detail.

Because if monsters were real—

He would face them before they reached his people. he loved his people too much to let fear consume them. A king unseen caused whispers. A king afraid caused panic. So he left quietly, dressed as a simple traveler, carrying nothing that could betray his crown.

Neither knew the other had chosen the same path.

Neither knew destiny had already started rearranging itself.

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They met where the road narrowed and the forest swallowed sound.

Steel flashed before names were exchanged.

Suspicion met defiance.
Caution met fire.

Avantika saw a man standing too close to danger, shielding strangers without hesitation. Rudradev saw a woman who moved like war itself—precise, unafraid, furious at the world.

Neither trusted the other.

Neither walked away.

And that choice—small and unremarkable in the moment—would cost them everything.

The truth revealed itself at dusk.

Asuras—ancient, twisted beings—moved through the forests, wearing stolen faces, bending minds. Traders were hypnotized. Soldiers turned their blades on their own. Innocents attacked with empty eyes and blood-stained hands.

And the cruelest part—

They could not be slain.

Not without killing those trapped inside the spell.

Together, they searched for another way.

Together, they failed.

The gurus spoke of an ancient deity—pure, powerful, forgotten. A being capable of breaking the Asuras' hold forever.

So the king and the queen walked that path.

They learned.
They killed.
They bled.

Asuras fell by their hands, guided by forbidden knowledge and the deity's blessing when they finally found her. She gave them power—but not without warning.

Power always demands a price.

They ignored that part.

Because somewhere between shared battles and sleepless nights, between wounds stitched in silence and laughter whispered to keep fear away, something irreversible happened.

They fell in love.

Quietly. 

Desperately.

Without permission from fate.

And then everything collapsed.

The king and queen fought like gods. 

but the purpose of fight was not same anymore

The purpose of their fight changed.

To free the deity, a sacrifice was required.

Pure. Willing. Irreplaceable.

And that was when they understood the cruelty of it all—

They no longer had their own hearts.

Avantika's belonged to Rudradev.
Rudradev's beat only for Avantika.

And neither was willing to live in a world where the other did not.

So they stood there—hands bloodied, souls entwined—ready to defy destiny one last time.

Even if it meant losing everything.

deciding who is it going to be?

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