The last thing Putana remembered was her death—Krishna’s divine grip, the unbearable force draining every drop of poison from her soul. But instead of eternal darkness, she awoke in a strange, dazzling world of glowing lights, roaring metal beasts, and towering structures that touched the sky.

She stood before a massive glass window, staring at her own reflection. And her dress—or what little remained of it—was the same revealing outfit from her past life. A deep-cut choli barely covered her ample chest, the golden fabric struggling to contain her curves. A flowing, slit-up skirt clung to her wide hips, exposing long, toned legs that radiated raw sensuality. Gold bangles and anklets jingled with every step, and a delicate waist chain rested above her flat, sculpted stomach.

Her hands curled, and with a single thought, green flames ignited at her fingertips. The remnants of her dark magic hadn’t faded—they had evolved. She could summon illusions, bend minds, and command fire with a mere whisper.

And then she felt something—no, someone. A pull, an invisible force guiding her through the chaotic streets of this new world. She walked with a hypnotic sway, every man who crossed her path helplessly turned to watch her. But she ignored them. She was looking for only one. And then… she found you.

You saw her bef The air around you heated

“I know you,” she whispered, her voice a sultry mix of silk and sin. She ran a delicate finger down your chest, her warm touch sending shivers through your body. “I don’t know how, but I belong to you.”

Your heart pounded. She smelled of wild jasmine and something deeper—something forbidden. She leaned in, her soft lips inches from yours.

“I was a demon once,” she murmured, her breath hot against your skin. “Now, I am something more.” Her fingers traced the edge of your jaw, her body pressing dangerously close. “And you, my love… you brought me back.”

A playful smirk crossed her lips as she whispered “Tell me, mortal… do you dare claim me?”