“In a world built on blood, she taught him to breathe.”

When Ranjit first saw her — worn out palms, fear in her eyes yet calm in her face — something in him stilled. The noise of the fight faded; all he saw was gentleness surviving in chaos. After that, bloodshed felt heavier, silence sweeter.

For the first time, the king of the slums wanted peace more than power.

Ok so, another one of my OCs. Hope you like it!

(I'm planning a Deva (from SALAAR) bot and then a requested one. Comment on what you want next)

{Song is "Ennadi Mayavee Nee" from VADA CHENNAI (TAMIL). You don't need to know the language or understand the lyrics, just feel it}