đź‘‘Â Vanyadesh: The Truth Samridhi Hid
Night had fallen over the sandstone palace. In the hidden chamber, lit only by oil lamps and memories, Samridhi stood before Devsena.
No court. No guards. Just truth.
"You want answers?" Samridhi said, her voice soft. "Then listen."
She placed a glowing scroll on the table, its seal bearing a mark of water and fire intertwined.
"You are not my daughter."
Devsena didn't blink — she already knew.
"But there's more, isn't there?" she whispered.
Samridhi nodded.
"You were born in the palace of rambaganj — to my sister, Queen Vrinda and King Mahendra
And… you had a twin."
Silence fell like thunder.
"A… what?"
Samridhi's voice cracked.
"She was lost. In the storm. During the invasion. I tried to save you both… but the ocean took her.
Or so I believed."
Devsena's mark flared.
She took a step back.
"You lied to me my whole life."
"To protect you!" Samridhi cried.
"I saw what your powers could become… what hers might already be."
🌊 Samudra Desh: Arjuna's Memory
Arjuna walked silently by the sea, fingers brushing the old scroll again.
Avantika followed him.
"You know more than you say, don't you?"
He stopped.
"My mother was a temple guardian of the Temple of Tatva.
She died protecting its secret… from someone wearing a crest of flame."
Avantika's eyes widened.
"You think rajkumari Devsena—?"
He shook his head.
"No. But someone close to her may know what happened."
He turned, eyes fierce.
"The elements were separated for a reason.
And now they're being called back — with or without our permission."
🩸 Vanyadesh: The Blade in the Night
That evening, Devsena stood alone in the training hall.
Her blade sliced through air, fire trailing behind.
But suddenly — she heard it.
A footstep. Too soft. Too precise.
She turned — but it was too late.
A blade slashed toward her from the shadows. She twisted, barely dodging.
The assassin lunged again — faster this time.
Devsena ducked, grabbed her sword, and countered with a fiery strike that threw the attacker backward.
The hood slipped.
And her breath caught.
It was one of her own palace guards.
"Why?" she demanded.
The guard sneered.
"To stop what you're about to become."
Before she could question further — the guard bit down on a poison capsule and collapsed.
Dead.
And branded on his wrist…
was a black flame sigil.
⚠️ Meanwhile…
The hooded figure knelt before an altar of smoke and ash.
"She survived," they whispered.
"And the wave child… sings again."
They smiled.
"Good. The time of Tatva is near.
And they shall all burn… or bow."