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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"Aastha! What's wrong with you?" Meethali embraced her daughter tightly, her eyes scanning for any signs of visible injuries, while her mind raced to understand what had transpired. Suraj, standing behind his mother, mirrored her concern, his eyes brimming with worry. There was an eerie familiarity in the way Aastha carried herself, and deep down, Suraj sensed something he didn't want to accept—something his heart and mind had already pieced together.
"I am fine, Maa sa. Please, everyone, just relax. I assure you, I am alright," Aastha reassured her family. She addressed each member individually, they all watched her in worry, as though she were possessed by something sinister.
"What is going on, Aastha?" Raj, her father, interjected, his tone tinged with a slight edge. The past few days had taken a toll on him and every member of their family, leaving him mentally, physically, and emotionally drained.
"Bhauji... I wanted to surprise all of you," Aastha replied, a hesitant smile on her lips
"What surprise?" Raj's brother, Jai, chimed in.
"Chacha sa! I thought... today is special... Why not make it extra special? Please, gather around and let me perform," Aastha urged, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Perform? What are you performing?" Meethali asked in confusion.
"Oh, Maa sa! Just sit down and relax. I wanted to do something special, that's all! Don't I have the freedom to surprise you? It's just us, Maa sa. Take a deep breath and let me perform for all of you," Aastha explained.
The majestic royal courtroom boasted rows of splendid seats lining both sides of the hall, leaving a spacious expanse in between. In ancient times, this room served as a venue for a myriad of events, including diplomatic meetings, captivating dance performances, and the resolution of matters concerning the common folk. During sessions, the king occupied the central seat of honor, while the royal ministers occupied the seats flanking him. The women however, were only allowed to gather in the balcony, so, they would hide behind the curtains and observe the proceedings with keen interest.
"Aastha?" Suraj gently caught her arms after she had ushered everyone into their seats. She lifted her gaze, meeting her brother's concerned eyes. "Yes, Bhai sa?"
"Are you okay?"
"Yes," she replied, offering a smile that seemed unfamiliar to Suraj. It held a hint of hesitation, yet there was something unsettling about it. A shiver traveled down his spine.
Swallowing hard, Suraj noticed the traditional outfit Aastha had worn. While the rest of the family had overlooked it, Suraj's keen eye didn't miss a beat. "Where did you get this lehenga?"
Aastha giggled, twirling around and playfully holding the frills of her skirt. "Don't I look nice?"
Suraj gripped her hands firmly, halting her movements. "Aastha, where did you find it?"
