Destiny or Accident?

Prologue

The flames roared high, casting an eerie glow over the night, licking the sky as they consumed what remained of her mother and sister. She stood motionless, her chest rising and falling with ragged breaths, tears streaming down her face—but these tears were not of grief. They were born of fury, vengeance, and something far more dangerous. Her eyes reflected the inferno before her, but the fire within her burned hotter.

The cold steel of the sword felt heavy in her hand as she walked toward him. Devesh stood tall, arrogance dripping from his posture, the corners of his lips curled in a dismissive smirk. He didn't see her as a threat. He didn't even see her as human.

"So, you've come to die as they did?" His voice slithered through the air, as condescending as ever.

She didn't answer. The sword flashed in her hand as she lunged, but Devesh caught it with a casual sweep of his arm, blood splattering onto the ground as the blade cut into his palm. He grinned, despite the pain, the flicker of superiority never leaving his eyes.

"You think this is how it ends?" His tone was taunting, as if amused by her effort. "You're nothing. Just like your mother. Just like your sister."

Her chest tightened with a breath that seemed to catch fire, but she didn't falter. Instead, she stepped back, her grip loosening around the hilt of the sword. With one sharp motion, she hurled the weapon to the ground, the clang echoing through the silence.

Devesh's grin faltered for a brief moment, confusion flashing in his eyes. He had expected her to fight, to scream, to beg. But this—this unnerved him.

"You think I need a sword to destroy you?" she spat, her voice shaking with the raw fury that coursed through her veins. "You think power lies in the blade?"

Devesh's smirk faded, unease settling over his features as she stepped closer, her eyes locked on him, blazing with a fire he hadn't expected.

"I curse you!" Her voice rang out, shaking with a force that seemed to reverberate through the very ground beneath them. "I curse you and your entire bloodline. From this day forward, every descendant of yours will taste nothing but suffering. No prosperity will grace your bloodline. No growth, no love—everything a woman represents will be lost to you. Every son born to your name, every man who carries your blood will have his pride shattered, his arrogance broken—by a woman."

Devesh's eyes widened in disbelief, his smirk vanishing as her words hit him like a blow. He stepped back, the weight of her curse sinking into his very bones.

"And my daughter," she whispered, her eyes blazing with a terrifying resolve, "will be the one to end it. She will avenge what you've done to my mother, to my sister. She will kill your king and take what is rightfully ours. Ujjain and Mahishmati will fall at her feet

Devesh staggered back, his face pale. For the first time, the arrogant veil that cloaked him slipped, revealing the fear beneath.

Her breath was steady now, her rage no longer wild but cold, calculated. She glared at him, as if sealing his fate with her gaze alone. "Remember this night. The women you dismissed—those you thought beneath you—will be your downfall."

Without waiting for a response, she turned away, leaving Devesh standing frozen, as the flames continued to devour the remains of her world behind her, dancing and roaring as if in approval.

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