writingsoftara
When the Sahyadri hills still remembered the names of gods, ANVESHA NAAGMAYI was born of moonlit venom and sacred fire an immortal serpent bound to ancient vows older than temples and men. She was taught to guard, to avenge, and never to love.
RUDRANSH DESHMUKH carries a lineage etched in blood and bells, sworn to erase the children of the earth's oldest curse. Where he walks, prayers burn. Where she breathes, myths awaken.
Fate braids their paths beneath crumbling shrines and monsoon skies, where devotion turns into desire and destiny trembles. For in a world ruled by prophecy, a naagin who loves becomes a heretic and a man who chooses her defies the gods themselves.
This is not a tale of good and evil.
This is the legend of poison choosing prayer, and love daring to rewrite myth. 🐍🖤