When Aastha met Veer, she knew they had a connection.
However, the connection would be from two centuries ago, she never could have imagined.
A love story that remained unfulfilled, broken by evil, and destroyed to ashes - whose reference hide...
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"So... how do we do this?" Aastha asked, sitting restlessly on her couch while Vaishali took a moment to check out the room.
This was Aastha's childhood room. She was born in this house. Her grandmother, Gouri Devi was very particular about the royal women undergoing childbirth in the palace itself, for reasons no one knew why! Thanks to this, they had a state-of-the-art medical room all planned and organised for the royal women of the family, readily available throughout their pregnancy. With a team of doctors and well-trained house nurses, almost all deliveries including that of Aastha and Saanvi had happened in Shakti Mahal's residential quarters.
Even though the entire family lived in Mumbai, Shakti Mahal had always been their real home. It was inexplicable how Aastha felt at home at Shakti Mahal rather than at their Mumbai mansion.
"We are not doing anything, Aastha. You need to relax." Vaishali smiled, as she continued to glance at the pictures hung on the wall, the tiny memoirs Aastha had placed on the shelves and the neatly organized books that she loved.
"But..."
"Tell me, how is your professor, Dr Gagandeep?" Vaishali asked, brushing off whatever Aastha wanted to ask.
"He is doing great!" Her words softened as she fondly recalled how welcoming and how sweet he was. She told Vaishali about him, his wife, their little family and some of the fun things she shared with him. Vaishali smiled, laughed in some instances and listened intently while occasionally asking questions about things keeping Aastha's interest and excitement at its peak.
"Wonderful! So what topic did he give to your upcoming research?" Vaishali asked. Her question threw Aastha off, and suddenly a cloud of gloom washed over her. Noticing the change in Aastha's expression, Vaishali sat next to Aastha and took her hand in hers.
"Rudragah." She answered unable to hold anything back. She told her how she started the research before fainting.
"Do you remember what made you faint? Was there anything that scared you? Agitated you?"
Aastha sighed. All she recalled was reading the history and nothing more than what's available in all of the history books, notes by researchers.
"Nothing agitated me, bua sa," but.. wait... "However, there was something odd."
"What is it?"
"I felt as though I could picture everything that I was reading. Some things weren't even in those documents." Aastha mumbled as the realization dawned upon her. She recalled Rudragarh as if she had seen it back in the 1800s. She recalled the language and dialect used in those times. She recalled how certain events of those times were a clear picture to her than her own life. How is it possible?
Vaishali squeezed Aastha's hands and started to draw patterns on the back with her thumb soothing Aastha's nerves. "Do you remember it all as though you lived through it?"
