"You turned the page.. I burned the book." - Ishani Rai. 'Cold Blooded Vixen.' They whispered. Affected by a curse she never deserved, Ishani's traumatic experiences force her to shun love. In a cruel twist of fate, she's transported to an ancient era, where women were forced to hide their faces under veils and submit to society's leering eyes. Karna ,a low caste in the mighty empire of Hastinapur. Termed as a 'Suta' , he's brandished as a traitor and monster by the whole Aryavart, for defying the narrow norms society bound him to. Further complicated by the arrival of a bold woman, who seemed to know too much about all of them. He knew he was willingly drowning into the quicksand of his doom when he felt himself drawn to her. "You are a celestial. I am a low caste, struggling warrior." He whispered, his fists clenched in a forced acceptance. Her eyes burned with a raw understanding and denial, but she only sighed. "You aren't a Suta, Karna.. They have hid too many things from you.. Ones that will spiral you into a web of destruction and hatred.. You are the son of the Gods, and that's what they are afraid of.." His eyes widened, disbelief clouding his sense of rationality, with a spark of hope that it was not too late. "They shall pay! Every single bastard who broke us apart!" He roared, the vast battlefield echoing his fated oath. "You shall pay! For every word of yours that shattered my soul!" She whispered coldly, blood splashed across her porcelain face. And it's only the beginning of their countdown. For, He, her Suta and She, his Samragyi. "Even if I were a broken mirror, I'd be worried about your bloody knuckles." - Karna. Banners by @prodigybitxhhh .