𝔊𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫 !!!

And that day, again, a 15-year-old screamed, which was expectantly unheard; her screams were muffled, suppressed, but she screamed, she screamed, she screamed in search of a Krishna in this kalyug. But did he come? He did not. Because he was busy bawling his eyes in his guilt, guilt of creating a vicious creature; Men. Are these even considered men? My head jerked to the left as I stared at my mother, tied with chains, torn clothes, and blood trickling down her forehead. Her satisfactory smirk flattered me as soon as her eyes met mine. Is this what we call Maa? "Agar dar ki aakho me dekhoge, dar tumse darega." These were the last lines of my father. Jaate jaate bhi bhut kuch sikha gaye. Even if this is how I die, I don't deserve an unworthy death like this. I refuse to die because the day I close my eyes, I will be doing it willingly. My hand stumbled upon Aruval; either this would be the end of me or him. Taking it in my hand, I hit it on his neck with all the energy I could summon up. His head jerked up in half as it landed just beside my mom's feet. His blood splashed over me giving me a sense of relief, tears shone in my eyes. Har asur ke vinash ke liye ek Krishna janam leta hai par is baar kali janamegi. Vinash toh tay hai ya uska ya Mera. "Toh likho laal kalam se, Gita ka unisva adhyay, Kaleen Singh Chauhan ki maut mere hatho hi hogi." And this was the rise of satan in the world of Rajtantra. Yeh tha ek ant: ka prarambh. A war between Bhay and Karma.

~𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏.~ Sanvika Awana - 28, COO of VAREZA Fashions. Disciplined. Focused. Untouchable. She built her world on structure and rules. Vedyant Sangwan - 29, heir to VAREZA. Flirty. Aimless. Unbothered. Recently called back from the U.S. by his father, not just to take his place in the business, but to learn it... under her. //𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚×𝐕𝐞𝐝𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐭// She teaches him business. He teaches her courage. They weren't meant to fall, especially not in the office, especially not when their worlds collide in boardrooms and beyond. But lessons don't always stay professional, And hearts don't follow rules. What begins with glances, tension, and unspoken lessons... might just break the rules, and lead to something unforgettable. 📚 𝐀𝐝𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲. 𝐕𝐨𝐭𝐞. 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧...

𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬. Love is hope for the hopeless and sin for the saint. Love is both a salvation for the lost and a temptation for the righteous. It drives people to cross lines they swore never to. But when two souls intertwine, promising to hold each other till eternity, love becomes something far more profound-both a sin and a salvation.