𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐘 | "𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲." She was a disguised Mafia queen, cold and calculating. He was a doctor, bright and endlessly patient. She hunted to punish. He healed to protect. She was grumpy, ruthless, untouchable. He was sunshine incarnate, impossible to ignore. She vowed never to fall. He vowed to make her fall. ----------------------------------------------------------------- 𝐆𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐱 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 ----------------------------------------------------------------- 𝗘𝘅𝗲𝗿𝗽𝘁: I lunged, stabbing him over and over, each strike fueled by the hatred I'd held for so long. He screamed, and I laughed-a high, manic sound that echoed off the dungeon walls. "Though my middle name means kindness," I whispered, leaning close, "I show it only to those who deserve it." I spat in his face. "Mercy isn't in my dictionary." With a final, precise stab, he took his last shuddering breath. ** #1 in toughness [13/11/2025]

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 | "𝖣𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖨𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋." The elders say the forest remembers every footstep that has ever trespassed upon its hush. But on the night she returned, even the trees forgot how to breathe. From the shadow between the banyan roots, she emerged; barefoot, unbound, and impossibly alive. The dagger was still lodged deep in her heart. Not a drop of blood stained the blade. Not a tremor touched her breath. For she was born of two forbidden lineages: yakshi by curse, witch by blood. A union the gods never permitted, and the mortals never survived. And tonight, as the valley stirred with whispers of a long-buried prophecy, she lifted her gaze to the moon; not as someone who had cheated death, but as someone who had begun to remember her true purpose. The forest shivered. The bloodline had awakened. *** #1 in indianfolklore