Prologue: The Curse Awakens
The night was thick with fog, curling like ghostly fingers around the ancient trees of Ravanshpur’s dark forest. Under the pale light of awaking moon, a lone figure moved silently between the shadows, her cloak whispering against the damp earth.
She was no ordinary woman — her eyes glowed faintly with an unnatural light, and her hands shimmered with dark magic. The villagers called her a witch, a bringer of misfortune, but centuries ago, she had been wronged, betrayed by the family who now ruled the town.
Tonight was the night she would exact her revenge.
In the heart of the forest, an old stone altar lay covered in moss and thorn, forgotten by time. The woman knelt before it, tracing ancient runes with trembling fingers as she chanted in a language long lost to human memory.
“By blood and shadow, by pain and sorrow,
I bind this curse to the dawn of tomorrow.
May the light fail, and darkness rise,
Till the seer’s eyes open and break my ties.”
A sudden gust of wind ripped through the clearing, extinguishing the flickering candles. The ground trembled, and the air thickened with power.
The curse was sealed.
Far away, in a modest home at the edge of Ravanshpur, a babygirl cried in her cradle. Unseen by mortal eyes, a faint glow surrounded her —the first sign of the “Jaadu Teri Nazar,” the magical sight destined to break the curse.
Centuries would pass, but the battle between light and shadow had only just begun.