"A Promise Made. A Promise Forgotten." "A Past He Buried. A Future He Never Saw Coming." Darkness didn't fall on me. It was carved into my bones. They slaughtered my family in front of my eyes-every scream etched into my soul like a curse I could never unhear. I was seven. Drenched in my mother's blood. Holding onto my father's fading warmth. And then... there was silence. A silence that followed me into hell. They took me. Broke me. Tortured me for years in a world where names meant power and girls meant nothing. But I survived. I didn't grow up. I turned into something else. Something the world fears now. Something even the devil wouldn't dare claim. My name-Siyana Mehra-is enough to send men running. No face, no past, only whispered terror in boardrooms and blood-stained alleys. Beautiful, yes. But hollow. Eyes that don't blink. Voice that rarely speaks. A heart that stopped beating the day India took everything from me. And yet... I remembered him. The boy who once said, "You're my forever." The boy who forgot me. Reyansh Singh Shekhawat. He lives in laughter, surrounded by love, unaware of the storm that bears his name. He doesn't remember the promise he made, the girl he left behind. But I do. I always have. Now I'm coming back. Not as the girl who once lit up the Shekhawat mansion with laughter. But as the ghost they all thought dead. They were too late to save me. And now, it's too late to stop me. Because some stories don't end with healing. Some are written in blood, and finished with revenge.