Anamika Aggarwal was a name that carried elegance and mystery together. She had grown up in a wealthy upper-middle-class family, but for her, the existence of her parents barely held any meaning. They had never truly cared about her. The one who had raised her, protected her, and filled her lonely childhood with warmth was her grandmother.
And now… that very grandmother was lying on the edge of death.
That was the reason Anamika had stepped into the infamous Forest of Death.
A forest ruled by the Black Assassins.
An organization feared throughout the world for its illegal arms trade and underground dealings. Their surveillance over the forest was so terrifying that taking even a single leaf out of that jungle without their knowledge was considered next to impossible.
Deep inside one region of that cursed forest bloomed a legendary flower.
The Satrangi Kamal.
The Seven-Colored Lotus.
Its effects were considered miraculous. People even compared it to Sanjeevani from ancient legends. Rumors claimed that even a single petal from the lotus could drag a person back from death's doorstep.
Anamika's grandmother had been hospitalized for months, and every famous doctor had already given up hope.
So Anamika entered the forest alone.
Not for glory.
Not for treasure.
But to save the only person who had ever truly loved her.
—
When Anamika slowly opened her eyes again, the first thing she noticed was the soft ceiling light above her.
A hotel room.
Her sharp instincts activated instantly.
Without wasting even a second, she pulled the blanket upward and checked her body.
The black tactical suit she had worn inside the forest was gone.
All her hidden weapons, gadgets, blades, ammunition—everything had disappeared.
Instead, she was wearing a loose white top and a pair of shorts.
The moment she realized this, her expression turned ice-cold.
Her entire body became alert.
Just then, the door of the room opened.
A young woman walked inside casually.
It was Anya Desouza.
Seeing the wary look in Anamika's eyes, Anya raised both her hands lightly and said calmly,
"Relax. I changed your clothes. They were soaked in blood. I also treated your wounds. Nobody knows you're here with me, and no one else has seen your face."
Anamika continued staring at her cautiously.
"Who are you?" she asked coldly. "And what do you want?"
Hearing that, Anya blinked once before lightly smacking her own forehead.
"Oh right, I forgot to introduce myself."
She walked forward with a smile.
"My name is Anya Desouza. I came here for a vacation. I found you unconscious in the forest, so I brought you here. You looked like you were in trouble."
Anamika's eyes narrowed slightly.
"An ordinary girl wouldn't do something like this."
Anya chuckled softly.
"But when did I ever say I was ordinary?"
After saying that, she extended a card toward Anamika.
"I already paid the hotel bill. Your belongings are under the bed. And yes… the Satrangi Kamal is there too."
Anamika's eyes flickered slightly.
Anya turned around casually and added with a teasing smile,
"If you feel like thanking me someday, give me a call."
Anamika lowered her gaze toward the card.
Written on it was:
Anya Desouza.
And beneath the name… a phone number.
Anya gave one final smile before walking out of the room.
—
A while later, Anamika also left the hotel.
The moment she stepped outside, she pulled out her phone and made a call.
The call connected almost instantly.
A worried male voice came from the other side.
"Ma'am! Are you alright? Where are you right now?"
It was her assistant, John.
Anamika calmly replied,
"I'm fine. I need information on Anya Desouza."
John immediately answered,
"I'll send everything right away, ma'am."
—
A few minutes later, three black luxury cars arrived outside the hotel.
Anamika stepped out and entered the middle car.
John was already seated in the passenger seat.
As the convoy began moving, he handed a tablet toward her.
"The information you requested."
Anamika looked at the screen.
Most of the details weren't about Anya herself… but about the Desouza family.
One of the richest families in the world.
The Desouzas possessed influence across countless industries.
And among them stood their adopted daughter—
Anya Desouza.
The file listed her five brothers.
One was an underworld mafia leader feared globally.
One dominated the business world as a top businessman.
One was a world-famous actor, singer, and dancer.
One was a racer and elite fighter.
And the last one was a renowned doctor.
But the most shocking part came afterward.
The Desouza family originally had a real daughter.
However, during a natural disaster years ago, she disappeared mysteriously.
The family searched desperately for her but never found any trace.
Unable to bear Mrs. Desouza's grief, they eventually adopted another little girl of the same age.
That girl became Anya Desouza.
But this truth was known only to the Desouza family themselves.
The hotel where Anamika had stayed earlier was also one of the many businesses owned by the Desouzas.
Anamika silently closed the tablet.
Her eyes turned thoughtful.
"Interesting…"
—
A few hours later, Anamika boarded a flight and returned to India.
Soon after, she arrived at a hospital.
Inside one private room, she carefully crushed a single petal of the Satrangi Kamal and mixed it with several rare herbs before preparing a medicinal decoction.
Then, sitting beside the hospital bed, she slowly fed it spoon by spoon to her weakened grandmother.
Standing nearby was Dr. Ravi.
A young genius doctor famous for his extraordinary medical talent.
But whenever he stood beside Anamika… he felt like nothing more than a child.
Dr. Ravi was considered the best doctor in the entire hospital and had been treating Anamika's grandmother for nearly a year.
During that time, he had witnessed countless impossible things.
And all of them were done by Anamika.
He had already accepted one truth deep inside his heart.
Compared to her…
His medical knowledge was insignificant.
Anamika had completed her medical studies in only two years.
But more importantly, she had learned directly under a legendary figure known in the medical world as the Divine Doctor.
That very man had once been her grandmother's close friend.
And Anamika herself…
She had not been raised by just her grandmother alone.
Seven old grandmasters had also raised her alongside her.
Each one was an absolute expert in their own field.
They taught her everything they knew with love and care.
Martial arts.
Medicine.
Strategy.
Weapons.
Business.
Psychology.
Survival.
And terrifyingly enough…
Anamika surpassed all seven of them two years ago.
Today, the world knew several mysterious experts by different names.
Some called one a miracle doctor.
Some called another a genius strategist.
Some feared a shadow assassin.
Some admired an unknown scientist.
But nobody knew the truth.
All of them…
Were the same person.
Anamika Aggarwal.
Anamika Aggarwal slowly walked out of the hospital building and entered her black luxury car. The cold evening wind brushed against her face as she closed the door behind her.
For a few seconds, she simply sat there silently.
Then she let out a long sigh before starting the engine and driving onto the empty road.
The city lights reflected across the windshield while countless thoughts moved through her mind.
After a while, Anamika spoke softly to herself.
"I, Anamika Aggarwal… am a transmigrator."
Her calm eyes quietly stared at the road ahead.
"I have transmigrated countless times already."
"And the reason…"
A faint sadness appeared in her eyes.
"…was always the same."
"To find my love."
The car continued moving through the night while old memories slowly resurfaced inside her mind.
"And all of this began… after my awakening."
—
What was awakening?
The answer was actually very simple.
At first, she had merely been a fictional character.
Or rather… every action, every emotion, every dialogue she spoke had always been controlled by a script.
Like a puppet.
Like a character inside a story.
But the terrifying part was…
She realized this truth far too late.
Only after she killed the person she truly loved with her own hands.
—
That was during her very first life.
That night, powerful winds were blowing across the rooftop of a tall building.
Two men were fighting in front of her.
One was the male lead of the story…
And the other…
Was the person she genuinely loved from the bottom of her heart.
According to the script, she was supposed to love the male lead.
That was her role.
That was her destiny.
But her real feelings belonged to someone else.
At that moment, both of them were fighting fiercely while she stood there trembling in fear and anxiety.
Then suddenly—
One of their guns slid across the rooftop and stopped near her feet.
Even now, she still didn't understand what happened next.
It was as if something took control of her body.
She bent down.
Picked up the gun.
Raised it toward the man she truly loved.
And pulled the trigger.
Bang.
The bullet pierced through his body.
His eyes widened in disbelief before his body lost balance and fell from the rooftop into the darkness below.
The moment she fired…
Her mind instantly regained clarity.
And then came horror.
Pure horror.
She stared at her trembling hands.
"What… have I done…?"
Tears filled her eyes immediately.
She blamed herself.
Hated herself.
But more than guilt…
She was confused.
Why had she done that?
Why had she killed the person she loved?
The guilt consumed her completely.
Her entire body shook violently as tears streamed down her face.
Then slowly…
She raised the gun toward her own head.
And pulled the trigger again.
Her body collapsed backward and fell from the rooftop as well.
And it was during that moment between life and death…
That she finally awakened.
She realized the truth.
The world she lived in…
Was nothing more than a novel world.
Everything had happened according to a predetermined script.
Every character.
Every emotion.
Every tragedy.
Everything was already written.
However…
At the very end, she had done something that was never supposed to happen.
She killed herself.
That action wasn't part of the script.
And because of that…
The entire world collapsed.
—
Afterward, she transmigrated into another world.
And alongside her transmigration…
A system appeared.
A Villainess System.
In her original story, she had been the female lead.
But because she rebelled against fate itself…
Fate punished her.
From then onward, every world she entered forced her to play the role of the villainess.
A woman hated by the plot.
A woman destined to lose.
A woman fated to suffer.
Yet despite everything…
She never stopped searching for him.
For her lover.
One special ability of the system allowed her to detect the existence of other transmigrators.
And using that ability…
She continued wandering from one world to another.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Until finally…
She arrived in this world.
—
But this world was different.
Completely different from all the previous worlds she had experienced.
"This world is strange…"
Anamika muttered while driving.
"There are so many countries here… so many cultures… and so many languages."
A faint smile appeared on her lips.
"In my previous worlds, I always thought humans only spoke Chinese."
"But here…"
She looked outside the window at the glowing city lights.
"…people speak countless different languages."
"This world feels far more real."
She had transmigrated into this body one year ago.
And strangely enough…
This time, fate played another unexpected trick on her.
"She is actually a protagonist."
Anamika's fingers lightly tapped against the steering wheel.
"I still don't know how…"
"But in this life, I became a female protagonist instead of a villainess."
For the first time in countless transmigrations…
She was no longer standing on the side destined to lose.
And because she possessed the memories of the future plot…
She already knew how her story was supposed to unfold.
But this time…
She had no intention of following the script.
Never again.
—
A soft smile slowly appeared on her beautiful face.
Because six months ago…
She finally found him.
Her lover.
The person she had been searching for across countless worlds.
However…
This time was different.
He remembered nothing.
In this universe, he had completely reincarnated as a new person.
At first, that truth hurt her deeply.
But later…
She realized something.
Maybe it was better this way.
Because in her previous lives, tragedy and fate had always separated them.
But now…
Without those painful memories…
She could finally get close to him naturally.
Without guilt.
Without fear.
Without destiny controlling them.
Anamika looked at her own reflection in the rearview mirror and smiled faintly.
"This time…"
"I won't let fate take you away from me again."