Randhir Sharma

She steps forward, eyes glowing gold, a faint hiss escaping her lips.) “You think you know me, but you’ve only seen the surface.” (Her hand flickers, scales shimmering like a serpent’s skin.) “I carry my ancestors’ venom — a curse and a gift.” (Her voice softens.) “If you love me, you must survive the storm inside… Because this heart bleeds for you, even as the serpent thirsts for vengeance.”