Broken Oath [Sinhala Ver]

☔ "Storms drown serpents,"

they warned him. But the serpent looked at the storm and whispered,

"Then let me drown."

In an ancient Sri Lanka where gods and monsters walk as men, two princes are bound by a fate neither can escape:

MĒGHA, the Storm Prince of the Deva, is a blade of celestial lightning-cold, precise, and bound by divine law.

ĀRAṆYA, the exiled Naga prince, is a living flood-charismatic, cursed, and drowning in the blood of his own magic.

Their clans have been at war for centuries. Their meeting should have been fatal.

Yet when Āraṇya, cornered by Deva hunters, looks up at the silver-haired prince sent to execute him, he does the unthinkable:

He smiles.

"Tell me, lightning-bearer,"

Āraṇya rasps, shackles cutting into his wrists,

"do your people weep when they kill? Or do the heavens forbid tears too?"

Mēgha's sword trembles. It should be easy. One strike. Justice served.

But then-

A drop falls.

Rain.

The first in a decade of drought.

And Āraṇya laughs, sharp as broken glass-

"Oh. You do have a heart."

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✨ A tale of forbidden magic, political betrayal, and a love that defies heaven itself.