He was fire. She was the wind. And together, they could either destroy the world... or heal it. Rana Rudraksh Vardhan-Asia's most powerful businessman and the feared head of the Asian Mafia and the secret crowned prince of Vardhapur. He is untouchable, unbreakable, and cursed. Every woman who marries into the Vardhan bloodline dies within a year, and Rudraksh has embraced that darkness as his fate. Rivanya Bedi is his complete opposite-a compassionate soul with unshakable faith in Maa Gauri. Forced into marriage as a replacement for her step-sister, she is thrown into Rudraksh's world of blood, betrayal, and secrets that could burn her alive. But what she doesn't expect is the man behind the mask... the one whose pain runs deeper than the curse that haunts him. As Shiv meets Shakti, fire meets wind, and love collides with destiny, will their union receive the blessing of the gods? Or will Rudraksh and Rivanya be torn apart by the curse that has claimed every soul before hers? RUDRAVANYA - a story of love, power, and the divine war between fate and faith.

𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐯 × 𝐀𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐚 | 𝟑𝟑 × 𝟐𝟐 "I despise you. I hate you with every drop of blood running through my veins. I hate hearing your voice. I feel suffocated when I'm near you!" she screamed, her voice raw with rage, her eyes shining with tears. He stood silently, watching her with an expression that revealed nothing-an unreadable mask that no one had ever been able to break. As if her words were merely pages in a book he was calmly turning. He stepped closer. Now only inches away, he looked straight into her trembling eyes. Slowly, he raised his hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, but she turned her face away, shutting her eyes tightly. A tear slid down her cheek. He noticed. His hand froze, then fell back to his side. He took another step toward her. Instinctively, she stepped back. Again he advanced; again she retreated-until her back met the cold wall. She lowered her gaze, breathing unevenly, while he stood before her, their faces only a breath apart. Gently, he lifted his hand again and brushed away her tear with his thumb. Her eyes fluttered shut at the touch. "Ye aankhein toh kuch aur hi kehti hain," he murmured, lifting her chin so she would look at him. ("These eyes tell a very different story.") "Tum kehti ho ki nafrat hai mujhse..." ("You say you hate me...") He tucked another loose strand of hair behind her ear, his voice dropping to a quiet certainty. "Aur main tumhare rag-rag se waqif hoon... khair." ("But I know every part of you... anyway.")