The skies over Agnijaat roared with thunder.
A rare eclipse darkened the moon, casting an eerie blood-red hue across the heavens. The priests trembled, the wind howled, and the palace corridors were lit only by trembling flames.
Inside, cries echoed — not just of pain, but of life.
Queen Vrinda, beloved warrior-queen of Agnijaat, lay in her chamber — breathing her last, as she gave birth to her daughters. Twins.
One wailed as flames curled around her tiny fists, a mark of Agni glowing faintly on her hand.
The other blinked calmly, as a thin sheen of moisture rose on her skin — a glistening water droplet mark shimmered on her palm.
"The Tatvas…" whispered the daima.
"Fire and Water, born of the same blood…"
Standing by the bed, Rani Samridhi, Vrinda's elder sister, held back tears. She rushed forward and gently took both babies in her arms as Vrinda smiled weakly.
"Take them… live…" Vrinda whispered, before her eyes closed forever.
And then it began.
The collapse of Agnijaat.
Thunder shattered the sky. Flames turned wild. Water surged into the lower palace. A mysterious energy swept the land.
The Kingdom disappeared from the maps that night.
With trembling hands and a torn heart, Samridhi wrapped both girls and fled the crumbling kingdom — taking the secret path toward the sea.
A small royal ship awaited her.
She didn't want to leave.
She didn't want to separate them.
She wanted to save them together.
But fate… had other plans.
As her boat crossed the rough waters, a violent storm struck. Waves thrashed like monsters. Winds roared like curses.
And in that chaos, a massive wave crashed overboard — dragging one of the babies from her grasp.
The water-borne child.
Avantika.
"NO!" Samridhi screamed, reaching out — but the tide had already carried the child into the dark sea.
She cried, she screamed, she dove — but the waters showed no mercy.
Samridhi, soaked and shaking, held the surviving child — the one with the fire mark — tight against her chest.
She cried not as a queen.
But as a sister who failed.
Meanwhile, the other twin — Avantika — washed ashore far away… into the arms of the sea kingdom's queen, a woman who had long prayed for a daughter of her own.
Thus, the twins were divided not by hatred, but by fate.
One raised in the sea's silence.
One raised in the fire's blaze.
But the signs on their hands — 🔥 and 💧 — would one day glow again.
And so began the story of the Twins of Tatva.