...Blurb...

Some bloodlines are born to rule. Some are cursed to destroy.

In a world where ancient bloodlines guard secrets darker than death, a fierce mafia hybrid—half-dragon, half-wolf—stands at the edge of war, haunted by a prophecy that could shatter everything. Ruthless. Untamed. Bound by vengeance.

But then… she appears.

A girl plagued by dreams she doesn’t understand and powers she never asked for. Hiding in plain sight, her past is lost… her identity, forbidden. All she knows is the fire that stirs when their paths collide.

As kingdoms tremble and shadows awaken, destiny binds them in a game of trust, betrayal, and fate. What happens when the one born to destroy the curse… is the one who carries it?

Love can awaken legends. Or burn them to ashes.

Characters

💀 1. Rudra Vehrin Arovan (Male Lead)

Age: 27

Profession: CEO of Arovan Corp | Underground Mafia Lord

Appearance: Tall, built, steel-gray eyes, a scar across his jaw, wears black

Personality: Cold, dominant, emotionally distant, feared by many

Known For: Controlling the underworld without lifting a weapon

Mystery: Dreams about a girl he has never met

Nickname: "The Storm King" (unofficial)

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👑 2. Ishira Devanshi Raelitha (Female Lead)

Age: 20

Status: Unknown origin | Currently living a normal student life

Appearance: Long dark hair, expressive eyes, always wears a golden bracelet

Personality: Curious, strong-willed, sensitive, brave without realizing it

Known For: Vivid dreams of fire, war, and a man she’s never met

Nickname: “Ishi” (friends)

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🛡️ Supporting Characters

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🧠 3. Aryan Raelitha

Relation: Close to Ishira

Appearance: Reserved, calm eyes, mostly in dark robes or neutrals

Personality: Intelligent, observant, protective

Role: Appears only when necessary… and never without reason

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🗡️ 4. Kael Draven

Relation: Rudra’s most trusted man

Appearance: Lean, sharp features, usually in combat gear

Personality: Witty, loyal, impulsive

Role: Right hand to Rudra, but with a mind of his own

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🌺 5. Elara Singh

Relation: Ishira’s best friend

Appearance: Sweet face, sharp eyes, traditional yet modern vibe

Personality: Caring, supportive, stronger than she looks

Role: Always by Ishira’s side… even in her strangest moments

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🕶️ 6. Zaeron “The Whisper”

Relation: Unknown

Appearance: Constantly changing; never the same twice

Personality: Enigmatic, playful, dangerously smart

Role: Knows too much about everyone, but never gives too much away

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🩸 The Prophecy (Whispers only)

"Jab laal chaand baras raha hoga, ek rani lautegi…

Uski rooh mein hoga ek raaz,

Jo ya to shraap tod dega,

Ya pura vishwa jala dega."

Translation

“When the red moon rains blood, a queen shall return...

Her soul will hold a secret

That will either break the curse

Or burn the world.”

🩸The Curse

A bloodline. A betrayal. A bond that should never have existed.

One must die to break it.

One must burn to save it.

And one… must choose.

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Shhh...

You’ve only seen the surface.

Truth unfolds in dreams,

and nightmares whisper the truth.

🎭 THE VIBE:

Dark corridors lit by flickering torches.

A bracelet glowing under moonlight.

Eyes meeting across a crowd — as if they've known each other for centuries.

Dream sequences where fire and snow collide.

A royal seal hidden beneath layers of memory.

Hands that tremble not in fear… but in remembrance.

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💬 KEY DIALOGUE SNIPPETS (from future parts):

> “Mujhe tumhara naam bhi nahi pata… lekin tum meri har raat mein ho.”

— Rudra, in a half-sleep state

> “Main kabhi nahi bhooli… par tum bhool gaye.”

— Ishira, in a dream she can’t explain

> “Tumhaari aankhon mein kuch hai… jaise kisi aur zamaane ki kahani.”

— Elara to Ishira, one cold evening

> “Kuch logon ko bhoolna aasaan nahi hota... khas kar jab wo tumhara raaz ho.”

— Zaeron, while walking away

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🔮 THEME ELEMENTS:

Love and fate: Not chosen, but woven

Identity: A girl who doesn't know who she truly is

Control vs Chaos: Rudra builds empires to silence his nightmares

Legacy: What happens when your blood writes your future before you do?

Power & Secrets: Every character holds one. Some can kill.

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🌌 AESTHETIC ELEMENTS:

Red moons and golden sigils

Silk cloaks, leather gloves, eyes that flash in the dark

Abandoned castles with ivy-covered walls

Ancient books bound in black

Fireflies that glow when lies are spoken

Whispered lullabies that awaken old magic

The night was colder than usual in Arovan City.

High above the chaos and lights, in a penthouse that touched the clouds, Rudra Vehrin Arovan stood still — framed by glass, smoke curling from his fingertips, silence crackling like thunder in the air.

Dressed in a black three-piece suit, his steel-gray eyes pierced the darkness like a beast hunting the past. The scar on his jawline seemed to glow under the city lights, a permanent reminder of battles fought in silence.

He didn’t speak much. He didn’t need to.

One look from Rudra could paralyze even the bravest of men. After all, the underworld didn’t fear his fists — it feared his mind.

He had built an empire without ever lifting a gun.

But tonight… something was different.

He had dreamt again.

That same girl. That same fire. That same scream.

A woman with golden skin, long dark hair flowing like ink in the wind, and eyes filled with terror and love all at once.

He had never seen her face in real life.

Yet she haunted him.

"Who are you?" he muttered under his breath.

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Far away, in a small town surrounded by mountains, Ishira Devanshi Raelitha gasped awake.

Sweat trickled down her neck, her golden bracelet glowing faintly in the dark.

The dream had returned — the battlefield, the falling kingdoms, the black-eyed warrior who stood over a pile of burning roses.

And… him.

The man with a scar and eyes like frozen lightning.

Why was he always in her dreams?

Why did it feel so real… so painful?

She touched her bracelet. It was warm, pulsing like a heartbeat.

“Elara… I saw him again,” she whispered into the silence, knowing her best friend was sleeping in the next room.

No response.

Only the sound of a distant thunder, echoing what she already feared —

Something was waking.

Something ancient.

Something royal.

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In an underground chamber lit by flickering flames, Zaeron — The Whisper — poured wine into a crystal glass, humming an ancient lullaby.

“She dreams again,” he said to the shadows.

From behind a column, Aryan Raelitha stepped forward, his face unreadable.

“I know,” Aryan replied, adjusting the golden insignia on his cloak. “And he remembers her. Even though he doesn’t understand it yet.”

Zaeron chuckled. “When fire meets storm, kingdoms fall or rise.”

Aryan’s gaze turned cold. “We can’t let them remember. Not yet.”

“Ah, but destiny is impatient, Raelitha. And so is the curse.”

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Back in the city, Rudra stood before a wall of screens.

Each showed moving clips — meetings, smuggling routes, coded threats from rival mafia clans.

But his mind wasn’t here.

It was with her.

That dream wasn’t just a vision.

It felt like a memory.

One not his own — but deeply rooted in his blood.

He touched the scar on his jaw, and for a moment… he saw flames.

A castle. A battle. A woman standing beside him — her hand in his.

And then — darkness.

He gritted his teeth.

"Kael," he called out.

A tall man with combat boots and a lazy smirk entered. “You dreamt again?”

Rudra didn’t answer.

Kael’s smirk faded. “We need to find her.”

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At her college library, Ishira turned pages of a book she didn’t remember borrowing.

Its spine was gold. Its title: Raelitha: The Lost Kingdom.

"How did this…?" she whispered.

The pages opened on their own.

A portrait stared back at her.

A woman who looked exactly like her… wearing the same golden bracelet.

She dropped the book.

And in the hallway — thunder cracked again.

...“Some dreams are warnings... Some memories are borrowed... And some truths are too ancient to speak aloud.”...

The city never slept.

Especially not for someone like Rudra Vehrin Arovan, whose empire breathed beneath the concrete, in silence, in whispers, in blood.

Midnight.

The room glowed with the faint blue light of security monitors. Rudra stood shirtless in front of the mirror, water dripping from his hair after a cold shower. His scar—a wicked line slicing down his jaw—caught the light.

Another nightmare.

Another dream about her.

That girl. That same pair of terrified but brave eyes. That golden bracelet flashing in the dark. That fire swallowing the palace. And his own name whispered from her lips like a prayer...

He didn’t know her.

But her face haunted him.

Every night.

“Is this madness?” he whispered to his reflection.

Before the mirror could answer, the door creaked open.

Kael walked in, holding a file. “You were dreaming again,” he said, casually flipping open the folder.

Rudra didn’t deny it.

Kael placed the file on the table. “You asked for a report on Raelitha bloodlines and lost dynasties. This is what I found.”

Rudra’s eyes narrowed. “And?”

Kael hesitated. “One family disappeared from history without a trace. No graves. No documents. Just... gone. Burned from records.”

Rudra took the file. The image clipped inside stopped him cold.

Her face.

The girl.

But the name below said: Ishira Devanshi Raelitha.

“What is she?” Rudra murmured. “A memory? A warning?”

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Meanwhile, across the city, Ishira jolted awake, sweat glistening on her forehead.

The dream had returned.

Fire. Swords. Shadows. That same pair of gray eyes watching her through the chaos.

And her own voice screaming, “Rudra!”

Why did she know that name?

She sat up, clutching the golden bracelet on her wrist. The only thing she’d worn since birth. No one knew where it came from. It couldn’t be removed.

Downstairs, her best friend Elara was making tea. “Another dream?” she asked without turning around.

“How do you know?” Ishira asked.

“You always walk like the floor might collapse under you.”

Ishira tried to smile but couldn’t.

“Do you ever feel like… like you're not who you think you are?” she whispered.

Elara finally turned to look at her. “Every day. But you? You were born different, Ishi.”

“I keep seeing a man. A storm behind him. Like he walks through fire and commands shadows.”

Elara blinked. “That sounds oddly poetic.”

“Or a curse,” Ishira said softly.

At that exact moment, across the world, Zaeron—the man known only as The Whisper—watched both of them from two different mirrors.

He smiled.

“They’re waking up.”

The dream came again. Ishira woke up gasping, her hands clutching her golden bracelet like a lifeline. The images were more vivid this time — fire raging, shadows swirling, and a voice calling her name through the chaos. That voice. It always left an ache in her chest, like a melody she had forgotten how to sing.

Outside her window, dawn tiptoed into the world, bathing her quiet room in a golden hue. Elara stirred on the opposite bed and murmured something incoherent, still fast asleep.

Ishira sat up, the dream replaying in her mind like a reel stuck in loop. Her heart beat wildly. She had never met the man in her dreams — the one with storm-gray eyes and a scar across his jaw. But every fiber of her being screamed that he was real.

At Arovan Corp, Rudra stood in front of the wide floor-to-ceiling windows, staring down at the city like a silent predator. The night had been sleepless. The dream was different this time — the flames had almost touched him, and the girl’s face had come into focus for a fleeting second.

"Sir," Kael said from behind, breaking his thoughts, "The shipment has arrived."

"Good," Rudra replied, voice calm but laced with menace. "And the man who thought he could cheat me?"

"Taken care of. No trace left."

"As it should be."

Kael hesitated. "You didn’t sleep again, did you?"

Rudra turned to face him. "She was closer this time. The girl. I saw her eyes."

Kael's expression faltered. He had never seen Rudra this… restless. Not even during the bloodiest of their missions.

Back at the university, Ishira tried to focus on her classes, but her mind wandered. Aryan watched her quietly from the last bench. He had seen the signs. The fire in her eyes. The slow awakening.

"It’s starting," he murmured to himself. "The curse… the bloodline… she’s feeling it."

Later that night, Ishira stood by her window again, watching the stars. Somewhere out there, a storm was brewing. And she could feel it in her soul.

The connection had begun.

In the depths of chaos, there lies a thread of fate – invisible, yet unbreakable. Two souls, bound not by time, but by something far older... something that refuses to die.

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 Arovan Corp, Mumbai – Top Floor Office

The skyline of Mumbai burned gold beneath the evening sun. Inside the glass fortress of Arovan Corp, the atmosphere was colder. CEO Rudra Vehrin Arovan stood still, staring at the towering city with steel-gray eyes that saw beyond the present.

His scar, now more visible in the side glow of the window, gave his profile a brutal elegance.

Kael entered quietly.

“No word from the Eastern side, boss,” he said. “But someone is stirring in the South. The girl has appeared again.”

Rudra didn’t turn. “Where?”

Kael hesitated. “Dehradun.”

That single word made Rudra grip the edge of his desk.

“How sure are we this time?” he asked.

Kael walked closer, placing a folder before him. Inside it – grainy surveillance images of a girl with long dark hair walking alone at night. A bracelet shone under a streetlight – golden, unmistakable.

Rudra’s voice was low. “That bracelet…”

Kael nodded. “Same as in your dream?”

“Yes,” Rudra whispered, more to himself than to Kael. “She’s real.”

For a long moment, the two men stood in silence, the weight of destiny crashing down like a storm outside.

Dehradun – Raelitha Residence

Ishira lay wide awake on her bed. Her ceiling fan spun slowly, echoing the swirl of thoughts in her head.

Another dream.

Another nightmare.

This time the fire had voices. It wasn’t just burning her skin… it was whispering names. A name she had never spoken but felt deep in her bones:

Rudra.

She got up and opened her window. The mountain breeze was soft tonight. Elara’s voice from the other room brought her back.

“You awake, Ishi?”

“Yeah,” Ishira called back.

Elara entered, holding two cups of hot cocoa. She handed one to Ishira and sat beside her.

“Nightmare again?”

Ishira nodded slowly. “But… it felt like more than a dream this time.”

Elara hesitated. “Did he appear again?”

“Yes. His eyes were different this time. He wasn’t looking at me… he was looking for me.”

Elara shivered. “Do you think this guy is real?”

“I don’t know,” Ishira admitted. “But if he is, I feel like he’s getting closer.”

Underground Bunker – Location Unknown

In a room filled with screens and symbols, a man in a silver-hooded coat moved around silently. This was Zaeron.

He paused as one of the monitors blinked red. A tracking signal had lit up.

A golden bracelet. Energy signature active.

Zaeron smirked. “Well well, Princess… your flames are flickering again.”

He turned to a shadow in the corner. “Wake Aryan. Tell him… it’s time.”

Arovan Corp – Private Quarters

Rudra sat on a couch, the surveillance photo in his hand, a storm in his mind.

Why did this girl appear only in fragments?

Why did he remember her smile before ever seeing her?

And why the fire?

He picked up a faded book from his shelf – a secret relic only few knew existed. A family curse. Bloodlines. Prophecies.

He flipped to a page.

“When the storm rises and the flame awakens, the cursed throne shall tremble again. Only the storm and the flame together may either destroy or save the world that sleeps beneath the veil.”

His jaw clenched.

This girl… Ishira… she wasn’t just a dream.

She was connected to everything.

College Campus – Dehradun

The next day, Ishira walked through campus, trying to feel normal. Students moved around her, chatting, laughing, living life. But her world felt like it was tilting.

Elara caught up. “Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah, just… off,” Ishira said.

A man stood watching them from behind a tree. Calm eyes, dressed in dark neutral tones – Aryan Raelitha.

He watched Ishira walk away.

“She doesn’t remember yet,” he murmured.

Zaeron’s voice buzzed through his earpiece. “She will soon. Keep her close.”

Aryan nodded once and faded into the crowd like a ghost.

Night – Rooftop

Rudra’s helicopter landed on the rooftop of a hidden villa near the Dehradun outskirts. His eyes scanned the quiet town below. Kael waited with a tablet.

“We booked a place near the girl’s college. No direct contact unless necessary?”

“For now,” Rudra said. “But I need to see her. Just once. I’ll know if it’s her.”

“Boss… what if she remembers you too?” Kael asked.

Rudra’s voice was low, raw. “Then the game begins.”

 Dream Realm – Ishira’s Vision

Flames danced all around her. A battlefield of ash. Bodies. Smoke.

In the center stood Rudra – shirtless, blood on his chest, eyes burning with rage. Behind him, a black dragon spread its wings.

Ishira tried to move… but her feet were rooted.

“Why are you always in my dreams?” she cried.

Rudra turned to her slowly. For the first time, he spoke inside the dream.

“Because you called me… Ishi.”

She gasped.

He walked closer. The fire bent away from her, as if protecting her.

“I will find you,” he said. “And this time… I won’t let you burn alone.”

Morning – Ishira’s Apartment

Ishira woke up with a gasp, sweat covering her body.

Outside her window, a black car stood still across the street. Tinted windows.

Inside it… Rudra.

He looked up at the girl behind the curtains.

And for the first time… she looked back.

Their eyes didn’t meet fully.

But their souls recognized something ancient. Something lost.

The dream came again. Ishira woke up gasping, her hands clutching her golden bracelet like a lifeline. The images were more vivid this time — fire raging, shadows swirling, and a voice calling her name through the chaos. That voice. It always left an ache in her chest, like a melody she had forgotten how to sing.

Outside her window, dawn tiptoed into the world, bathing her quiet room in a golden hue. Elara stirred on the opposite bed and murmured something incoherent, still fast asleep.

Ishira sat up, the dream replaying in her mind like a reel stuck in loop. Her heart beat wildly. She had never met the man in her dreams — the one with storm-gray eyes and a scar across his jaw. But every fiber of her being screamed that he was real.

At Arovan Corp, Rudra stood in front of the wide floor-to-ceiling windows, staring down at the city like a silent predator. The night had been sleepless. The dream was different this time — the flames had almost touched him, and the girl’s face had come into focus for a fleeting second.

"Sir," Kael said from behind, breaking his thoughts, "The shipment has arrived."

"Good," Rudra replied, voice calm but laced with menace. "And the man who thought he could cheat me?"

"Taken care of. No trace left."

"As it should be."

Kael hesitated. "You didn’t sleep again, did you?"

Rudra turned to face him. "She was closer this time. The girl. I saw her eyes."

Kael's expression faltered. He had never seen Rudra this… restless. Not even during the bloodiest of their missions.

Back at the university, Ishira tried to focus on her classes, but her mind wandered. Aryan watched her quietly from the last bench. He had seen the signs. The fire in her eyes. The slow awakening.

"It’s starting," he murmured to himself. "The curse… the bloodline… she’s feeling it."

Later that night, Ishira stood by her window again, watching the stars. Somewhere out there, a storm was brewing. And she could feel it in her soul.

The connection had begun.

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In the underground tunnels beneath the palace ruins, Zaeron lit a candle with a slow smile.

“They’re remembering,” he whispered to the shadows. “The storm king and the fire bearer… How long they’ve slept in borrowed skins.”

From behind the veil of darkness, ancient stone walls trembled as the curse stirred.

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Meanwhile, Aryan Raelitha stood by a lake, watching ripples distort his reflection. He whispered a chant under his breath, and the water revealed a scene—Rudra atop his tower, Ishira gripping her golden bracelet.

“They are awakening,” Aryan said.

A voice behind him—female, strong—answered, “Will they remember in time?”

Aryan’s face was unreadable. “They must. Or history will burn again.”

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Back at Arovan Corp, Rudra descended to the lower levels—his private vault. Inside, behind biometric seals, was a sword older than civilization itself.

Inscribed in blood-runes, the weapon pulsed.

He touched its hilt, and pain surged through his arm, visions crashing in—castles burning, a throne of bones, Ishira screaming his name…

“Ishi…” he whispered, the name foreign and familiar.

His past wasn’t buried. It was waiting.

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That evening, Ishira wandered alone through the old part of town, pulled by a force she couldn’t name. Her steps led her to the ancient Raelitha temple ruins.

There, on a cracked mosaic, she saw her face… not as she was, but as a crowned warrior—armor laced in gold, blood on her blade.

Tears welled in her eyes. “Who am I?”

Behind her, a voice echoed: “You’re who the world forgot… and who the curse remembers.”

Zaeron stood in the doorway, grinning like a cat who knew too many secrets.

“I think it’s time you remembered everything, princess.”

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