DEEWANAGI : Between Desire and Obsession
Prologue – The Goddess in Shadows
The night blazed with fire. Ravana’s effigy cracked and fell, sparks scattering like stars torn from the heavens. The crowd roared in celebration, their eyes fixed on the stage of victory.
But in the shadows, another battle reached its end.
A man lay broken in the dust, body trembling from the blows he had already endured. Blood traced his lips, his voice a rasp of despair.
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Ple-please forgive me.....i-i won't do it again.....please
From the smoke, she stepped forward. Her presence was not loud, yet it bent the air around her. Eyes sharp as steel, calm as the night sky—she carried no hesitation. In her hands gleamed the weapon, reflecting the fire of the burning effigy.
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तुने मेरे परिवार पर हमला करने की हिम्मत की,और उसके लिए तुम्हे माफी नही मील सकती
*( you dared to attack my family . And For that, there is no forgiveness.❄️)*
(Her voice was low, steady, and devastating.)
The man gasped, struggling to meet her gaze. His lips formed a plea, but the words never left him. The blade descended, swift and certain
In that instant, she was no longer a woman. She was Shakti itself—judge, executioner, protector. The embodiment of every goddess who had ever risen to destroy a demon.
Behind her, he remained still—a looming presence, calm yet terrifying in his silence. While she unleashed her wrath, he neither stopped her nor softened the edge of her revenge. He was the shadow that guarded her, the silent shield that made the world think twice before daring to interfere. In his watchful eyes, there was no judgment, only an unspoken vow: as long as he stood behind her, nothing would touch her except the fire she chose to ignite herself.
The body stilled. The crowd beyond cheered at the fall of Ravana, never knowing another demon had been struck down in the dirt beneath their feet.
The fire roared. She lowered her blade, eyes unshaken.
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This is what it means to touch the flame.❄️
And then, like shadows swallowed by smoke, the two figures turned and walked away ....leaving behind ashes, silence, and a victory no one would ever sing of.
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PROLOUGE- Introduction
Delhi, the city that never slept, had many kings and queens. But only two names ruled its skyline—Myra Saxena and Reyansh Malhotra
The press called them visionaries.
Their competitors called them nightmares.
To each other, they were nothing less than war.
Reyansh Malhotra was born into legacy. Celestia Group had been a jewel in Delhi’s real estate crown long before he inherited it, but under his rule, it became untouchable. Towers rose where others saw rubble. Deals bent where others broke. Men twice his age sat across conference tables, only to leave with their pride in pieces.
If concrete had a emperor, it was him.
And yet, the city had a empress too.
Myra Saxena, who came from nothing—no family, no inheritance, not even a surname worth remembering until she gave it meaning. Orphaned young, she had no one to shield her, no hands to guide her. What she built, she built alone. Vortex Corp wasn’t just her company—it was her rebellion against a world that had left her with nothing. Today, her systems powered governments, protected billion-dollar firms, and left rivals scrambling to keep up.
If firewalls had a face, it was hers.
Where Reyansh commanded land and steel, Myra ruled wires and air. And neither could stand the other.
Their battles weren’t fought in silence—they played out in press conferences, boardrooms, government tenders.
Myra Saxena /FL
Malhotra thinks he builds empires,But even empires collapse without technology.
Myra once told a journalist with a cool smile.
Reyansh Malhotra /ML
And Ms. Saxena,
Reyansh Malhotra /ML
Believes codes can make her untouchable. But even the strongest code has a crack. And I'll make sure that I’ll find it.
Reyansh fired back at another event, his tone slicing through the microphones
The world called it rivalry.
But those who saw them together—those who felt the shift in the air when they entered the same room—knew it was more than that.
It was obsession disguised as war.
Delhi watched them like a city on edge, torn between admiration and fear. Shareholders placed bets, journalists spun stories, and industries whispered one truth—when Myra Saxena and Reyansh Malhotra collided, the earth itself trembled
And yet, beneath the glass towers and flashing cameras, something else stirred. A shadow neither of them could outrun. A secret neither dared to name.
Because sometimes, when fire meets storm, the end isn’t destruction. It’s desire.
And this… this was only the beginning.
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Chapter 1: The Arena of Titans
The afternoon sun dipped lower over Delhi, casting long golden shadows across the city’s ever-expanding skyline.
Each glass tower, each stretch of concrete seemed to pulse with ambition—an echo of the dreams and rivalries that shaped it.
The Grand Sapphire Ballroom gleamed under hundreds of crystal chandeliers, the polished marble floor reflecting the flood of lights. Outside, Delhi’s skyline twinkled like scattered gems, but inside, the real spectacle was the gathering of India’s top business minds. CEOs, investors, and international delegates filled the room, their murmurs rising and falling like waves. Cameras flashed at every entrance, journalists whispering into recorders, eager to catch the subtle dynamics between the corporate giants.
At the roundtable closest to the LED screen, the two names that commanded the most attention were already seated. The air between them was taut, almost electric. One side belonged to Celestia, Reyansh’s real estate empire, formidable and expansive; the other to Vortex, Myra’s IT powerhouse, sleek and cutting-edge. Rumors of their rivalry had preceded them, and every glance, every gesture was under scrutiny.
Reyansh adjusted his cufflinks with casual elegance, though his eyes flicked to Myra with measured interest. When he spoke, his voice cut through the room’s ambient hum like a sharpened blade.
Reyansh Malhotra /ML
Vortex at this conclave… I didn’t expect IT leaders to bother showing up in person.❄️
A faint ripple of whispers ran through the delegates. Myra, seated upright with impeccable poise, barely glanced at him before replying, her voice calm but piercing.
Myra Saxena /FL
Funny. I thought real estate leaders were too busy counting bricks while ignoring the future.❄️
Some of the attendees stifled smiles, sensing the subtle tension that threatened to turn polite professionalism into open combat.
Reyansh Malhotra /ML
( he leaned forward slightly, a smirk playing on his lips. )
संभलकर रहीयेंगा Ms. Saxena , जमीन और इमारते भलेही पत्थर की हो,पर कभी कभी वो भी मेरे जैसे तुफान को नही झेल पाती.❄️
*(Careful, Ms. Saxena. Land and buildings might be solid, but sometimes they can’t withstand a storm like mine.)*
Myra Saxena /FL
(she met his gaze without flinching, her eyes cool and calculating.)
और बिना तकनीक के, Mr. Malhotra, आपकी ऊँची-ऊँची इमारतें भी सिर्फ़ खाली ढांचे हैं। innovation तो वो चीज़ है जिसे आपकी दीवारें ख़रीद नहीं सकतीं।❄️
*(And yet without technology, Mr. Malhotra, even your grand towers are just empty shells. Innovation is something your walls can’t buy.)*
The moderator cleared his throat, but the boardroom’s atmosphere was already charged. Cameras clicked. Pens scribbled notes. Every word, every glance was dissected.
Reyansh Malhotra /ML
(hetilted his head, mockery dancing in the corner of his smile. )
Let’s see which lasts longer—your flashy codes or my concrete foundations.❄️
Myra Saxena /FL
( her smirk deepened, the steel in her tone unmistakable.)
I don’t just compete, Mr. Malhotra. I redefine the game.❄️
A hush fell across the table. Even the most seasoned delegates felt the weight of her words, the quiet ferocity that didn’t need volume to command attention. Reyansh’s eyes lingered on her for a heartbeat longer than etiquette demanded, studying, calculating, acknowledging that this was a rival unlike any other.
The lights reflected off the glass walls, throwing patterns across their faces, but neither moved an inch. In that room full of titans, the duel had already begun—not with contracts, not with numbers, but with sharp words and sharper minds.
And for those who watched closely, it was clear: the clash between Celestia and Vortex was no ordinary rivalry. It was a storm in the making.
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