RANI SA ~ A tale of dark queendom

People called her a cheater - the easy word they used to spit on her name, to paint her as a heartless traitor. But they never saw the battlefield inside her, the grave she dug for her own love with trembling hands. She didn't betray him; she butchered her own heart to bury the war her family had started decades ago.

Her best friend slammed the knife on the table that night, the steel shrieking against the wood like a final scream. The unbearable sound echoed through the room, slicing her soul into pieces already hanging by a thread.

And you know what? After that day, something inside her snapped. The girl who once cried under moonlight, who once believed in love like a foolish prayer - she died that night.

She rose from her own ashes, heartless, dangerous, and terrifyingly unrecognizable. Her eyes lost all softness, her smile twisted into something sharp enough to cut. She became the nightmare people whispered about in dark corners, the psychopath who no longer felt guilt, mercy, or pain.

She didn't just stop loving. She learned to feast on her own scars, turning every wound into a weapon. The girl they called a cheater?

She became the storm. And no one - not even her own reflection - dared to love her again.