ℝ𝕚𝕟𝕘: 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑟 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒

Prologue

"A Ring made with trust , Bound by Blood."

They said the ring was cursed.
But it wasn't. Not truly.
It was promised.

Crafted by hands now dust, designed by a woman who would never wear it again.
She carved love into its silver. Carved loyalty into its gold. And carved prophecy into its stone.

> "The one who fits the ring," she said,
"will carry both destruction and salvation in her heartbeat."

And when she died, the ring passed to her son.

Ayaansh Rathore never believed in prophecy.
He believed in power. In loyalty. In vengeance.
But when she ran-his bride-when she slipped away with trembling hands and left the ring behind, something inside him shattered.

He could've destroyed it. Buried it. Melted it down.
But instead-

> He ordered a search.
Not for her.
For the one it was meant for.

And across the city, far away in a world untouched by war or wealth,
a girl laughed with her mother in a mall she'd never been to before.

She didn't know that when she slipped the ring onto her finger,
she sealed her fate.

Just as the prophecy always said........