𝙃𝙀𝙍 𝘿𝙀𝙈𝙊𝙉

HER DEMON
A story of the forbidden, the fated, and the fire that never died.

The demon.
Her demon.

She was the moon-gentle, serene, cloaked in a glow that calmed the wildest storms.
But behind that soft smile lay unspoken chaos... a soul that had seen lifetimes, a fire buried deep under elegance.

And he-he was the night. Not just its silence, but its shadows. Proud, raw, raging. A storm that no one dared to tame. A fire that burned everything it touched.

They were night and moon.
Darkness and glow.
Clash and calm.
Broken and whole.
Incomplete... without each other.

For only her devil could command his demon.
Only her voice could silence his wrath.
Only her presence could still the war within him.

But what if the universe-tired of watching history repeat pain-chose to intervene?
What if Narayan decided to play again, not with a flute this time, but with fate itself?
What if the great Mahabharat, written in stone, was granted a new page?

What if Duryodhan, the king of lost causes, the misunderstood warrior of Hastinapur, was given another chance?
Not to change the war-but to change the reason he went to war.
Not to reclaim a throne-

And what if two hearts from Kaliyug, separated by time and tragedy, were reborn in Dwaparyug?
Carrying the memories, the madness, the ache of a love that never found its forever?

He was known as Hridav-fierce, feared.

She was known as Vriddhi-graceful, wild, divine.

But the time played & made them
Duryodhan and Vartika.

This is not the Mahabharat you know.
This is the Mahabharat Krishna chose to rewrite.

A tale where love is darker than war.
Where the demon is not evil-but deeply human.
And where the heroine doesn't slay the monster... she loves him.

HER DEMON
A story of souls reborn.
Of fate reshaped.
Of a love so fierce, even time dared not touch it.

#1 in yudhishthir
#2 in narayan