They called her Maya -black flame-born under eclipse, raised by the aghoris, feared by kings.
She healed fields with blood. Raised gold from bones. But the Thakur family, hungry for power, turned to her not for blessing-but exploitation.
They used her magic to rise above warlords, build forts, sway kings. She loved one of them once-Raghav Thakur- the youngest, fiercest, most handsome of them all. He called her his "dark goddess".
But when rumors of her growing power spread, they branded her witch, a threat to dharma.
It was Raghav who lit fire beneath her feet. As she burned, she screamed not in agony, but promise:
"Your name will rot. Your heirs will weep blood. And you- your shadow will walk again....so I can destroy it myself."