The War Within Her Silence
Thrown into the dark with her baby girl in her arms and her son stolen behind shut doors, Saanvi's world shattered, not to break her, but to awaken something eternal.
Inside a deserted dwelling where time itself had died, something ancient fell from the stars and bled into her soul. It didn't save her. It unmade her and then remade her.
Now, time dances to her fractured rhythm. Her silence isn't peace—it's a fortress of shattered glass. Her strength is a gilded cage, a curse dressed as power.
She walks among mortals, a goddess sculpted from pain, burning with a force that could rewrite destiny. This is not the story of a Supergirl. This is a war waged in whispers, in broken promises, in sleepless nights.
A war the world never saw coming because it thought she was done. But she is not done. She holds eternity in her hands. And her silence is ready to speak.
