King Viren ruled the prosperous kingdom of Avaran. His power, charm, and unpredictability fascinated those who came in contact with him. He desired all things-men or women, riches or war. But one thing he had never conquered was love. As a child, he loved only one person—Meera. She was his closest friend and his first love. But fate had taken them apart. While raised as a king, he completely escaped the palace unnoticed one night, never to return.
Years later, in the middle of a royal hunt deep inside a forest, Virens found a woman under the shine of the full moon. Time had not faded her beauty—Meera. She was not alone. A man stood by her ear, whispering something to make her laugh. Fire of jealousy raged within the veins of Viren. How dare she? He was a king. She was supposed to be his. His mind twisted with rage and wounded pride. He returned to his palace but could not rest. His ego demanded vengeance.
The next day, he sent his soldiers to capture Meera. Chained and shackled like a criminal, she was brought to the court. Viren walked over to her, his voice soft but cruel, “You hate me, Meera, and now you belong to another?”
Meera smiled, her eyes holding no fear. “I never belonged to you, my king.”
His anger flared. “Then you shall meet death.”
He ordered her execution at midnight. The royal courtyard was prepared. A large pyre was built, and the kingdom gathered to witness the punishment. As the fire was lit, Meera lifted her head to the dark sky and whispered something. The flames roared—but they did not touch her. Instead, they spread unnaturally fast, curling around the soldiers and courtiers. The sky turned blood-red.
Viren’s heart pounded. “Witch…” he whispered in horror.
Meera stepped forward, unharmed. “Did you think you could destroy me, Viren?” Her voice echoed through the night. “I loved you once, but love is not slavery. And now, you shall taste your fate.”
Before Viren could respond, a mighty force grabbed him. It felt like his body was being ripped apart from the insides. Gasping, he then noticed his vision start to blur. The last thing he saw was Meera’s cold smile as darkness swallowed him.
The next morning, the kingdom awoke to find their king dead—his body twisted in agony, his once-mighty palace now reduced to ruins. And Meera? She was never seen again, only whispered about in fearful legends.
Some say she still roams the forests, watching. Waiting.
For the next fool who dares to betray love.
