Tragedy struck when their cart was ambushed on a treacherous mountain path. The horses were thrown off balance, and they were surrounded by enemy soldiers from rival nations, who sought to take their lives. Despite being outnumbered, Rudra and Devi bravely fought alongside their soldiers, taking down at least 10 enemy soldiers each. However, they soon found themselves surrounded by hundreds more.

As the battle raged on, Rudra and Devi suffered severe injuries, but they refused to yield. In a final act of desperation, one enemy soldier, Ayga, managed to reach Arushi and inflict a grievous head wound on her. The scene was chaotic, emotional, and intense, with the fate of the Singhania family hanging in the balance.

Just as the previous soldier was defeated, another enemy soldier attempted to deliver the final blow to Arushi's head. However, her mother, Devi Kamla, intervened, saving her daughter's life. In the process, Kamla was thrown onto a rock, suffering a severe wound to her stomach as a boulder dislodged from the mountain.

Despite her own injuries, Kamla shielded Arushi from further harm, but Ayga managed to land another blow, injuring Arushi. Meanwhile, 200 km away in a mysterious cave, a man clad in black chanted ancient incantations and offered oblations to a fiery blaze. The entire battle unfolded before him, visible in the flames.

A figure in red, face obscured, stood beside him, remarking, "She is not dead yet." Aghori Raj, the man in black, retorted, "What do you propose I do? You couldn't even retrieve a single strand of her hair, and now you want me to kill her? I've already inflicted significant damage; if she survives, I won't be able to harm her further."

The figure in red pleaded, "There must be a way to prevent her from becoming queen... anything to stop her ascension."

Aghori Raj, intrigued by the proposal, said, "I can attempt something extraordinary. Arushi's severe head injury presents a unique opportunity. I've recently mastered an ancient and mysterious art that can manipulate her mind, binding it to her soul over time. This dark ritual will reshape her thoughts, desires, and actions, making her a puppet under my control. If it doesn't succes she will surely be ome a mentally ill persons However, this comes with an unexpected consequence: her beauty will increase exponentially, surpassing any woman's, making her a captivating enchantress."

The figure in red, eager and obsessed, replied, "Why not? Take this hair and use it to make my wife equally enchanting. I'll stop at nothing to possess the most beautiful woman in the realm." Aghori Raj chuckled, "You amuse me with your naivety, but let's proceed. Be warned, this ritual isn't without risks. The consequences of failure could be catastrophic."

The figure in red dismissed the concern, "No worries, she's already slightly mentally unstable. If she dies, no loss. But if she becomes breathtakingly beautiful, that's a welcome outcome. I'll do whatever it takes to make her mine."

Aghori Raj laughed maniacally, reveling in the darkness of the ritual, and began the forbidden ceremony. The air grew thick with malevolent energy as he chanted ancient incantations, weaving a spell of manipulation and control. Meanwhile, on the battlefield, reinforcements from Rudra Singhania's army arrived, slaughtering the enemy soldiers. They attempted to capture some, but the soldiers had poisoned themselves, taking their own lives rather than face capture.

As the ritual progressed, Arushi's fate hung in the balance, her future shrouded in uncertainty. Would she emerge from this ordeal with heightened beauty and a manipulated mind, or would she succumb to the darkness that surrounded her? The outcome was far from certain, as the forces of darkness closed in around her.

Twelve long years had passed since Rudra Singhania, Arushi's father, lay bedridden, his once-strong body now frail and weak. Arushi, still a child, sat beside him, pleading, "Father, come play with me! Father, please!" But Rudra's responses grew fainter, mere whispers of "hmm" and "ahh" before finally falling silent.

As the reality set in, the room erupted in a chorus of sobs. Arushi, confused and distraught, continued to beg her father to play, unaware of the permanence of death. "Father, come play! Father, please!" she wailed, tugging at his limp hand.

A gentle woman approached Arushi, trying to explain, "Beta Arushi, your father has left us. He won't be able to play with you anymore." But Arushi's mind, already fragile, couldn't grasp the truth. She looked at her father's still form, then back at the woman, her eyes wide with anger and confusion.

"But he's right here! Why won't he play?!" Arushi screamed, her voice echoing through the room. "Father, tell them! You'll play with me, won't you?! Father, please!"

As the woman tried to comfort her, Arushi's tantrum intensified. She stamped her feet, her face red with rage, her words becoming incoherent. "Father, why won't you listen?! I'm leaving! Bye!" And with that, she stormed out of the room, leaving behind a trail of shattered hearts.

The silence that followed was oppressive, punctuated only by the sound of muffled sobs. Arushi's departure left a void, a chilling reminder that her fragile mind had begun to shatter, like a delicate doll dropped on stone. Her father's passing had unleashed a torrent of emotions, and Arushi's reaction was a heartbreaking mix of anger, denial, and desperation.

 With death of rudra country started to fall as the country teetered on the brink of collapse, Kamala Devi, with a heavy heart, ascended to the throne, determined to restore order and stability. Despite her strong resolve, the void left by Rudra's passing still lingered, a constant reminder of her loss. The weight of responsibility, coupled with the grief of her husband's death, threatened to consume her.

Meanwhile, Arnav, Rudra's brother, was chosen as Kamala's consort in a strategic marriage to secure the kingdom's future. Though their union brought temporary peace, the palace was far from harmonious. Arnav's daughter, Priya, born after her mother's tragic demise, grew increasingly resentful, her jealousy simmering like a toxic brew.

Priya's anger stemmed from her inability to claim the throne, a right she felt was rightfully hers. Her frustration intensified as she watched Arushi, her mentally ill cousin, receive attention and care, while she was overlooked. The perceived injustice fueled her resentment, which soon morphed into hatred, encouraged by the whispers of malicious advisors and Kamala's own doubts.

As time passed, Kamala's grip on the kingdom began to slip, her health declining under the strain of ruling and grieving. The palace, once a symbol of unity, was now a hotbed of intrigue and power struggles. Arnav's attempts to balance the kingdom's politics were thwarted by the growing chaos within the family.

In the midst of this turmoil, Priya's malevolence spread, threatening to destroy the already fragile peace. Kamala, sensing the darkness gathering around her, knew her time was running out. With a heavy heart, she realized that her own demise was imminent, leaving the kingdom vulnerable to the whims of those who sought to claim it.

And soon she levaes her breath and another happines in Aysha life was destroyed 

Arnav's marriage to a new woman, despite Arushi's mental illness, sparked a mix of emotions. Arushi, with her good heart and majestic beauty , slowly won over the public's affection, her innocence and kindness touching the hearts of many. However, her enemies grew fearful, sensing that she might indirectly rule the country if she married someone. Attempts on her life followed, and scandals surrounded her, but somehow, she was always rescued, leaving the mastermind behind the plots unknown.

Arushi's life became a living hell, with only Arnav's presence bringing her solace. He tried to make her happy and bridge the distance between Arushi and his sister, Surekha, but his efforts were in vain. As Arushi turned 12, Arnav decided to marry her off to the neighboring country of Duga Samrajya, hoping to secure a peaceful alliance.

On the day of the marriage, as Arushi prepared to leave, a loud noise echoed through the palace. Thinking it was a festival, she rushed downstairs, ignoring her maid's warnings. As she approached the stairs, someone pushed her, and she fell, her head hitting the corner of the stair, and her body rolling down to the ground. The lights flickered and dimmed, as if fate itself was conspiring against her.

In that moment, Arushi's world went dark, her future uncertain, and her life hanging by a thread. The sound of her own heartbeat was the only thing that reassured her she was still alive, but for how long? The forces of darkness closed in around her, threatening to snuff out the light that had guided her through the chaos