Ragini, a modern businesswoman, never imagined that a malfunctioning experiment would transport her back in time to the regal kingdom of Hastinapur. Lost and bewildered, she finds herself in the care of the royal family, with enigmatic and grief str...
Ragini's fingers danced across the keyboard, racing against the ticking clock. The soft hum of the office surrounded her as colleagues gradually packed up their belongings. The warm glow of the desk lamp highlighted her focused expression, determined to complete the day's tasks.
As Ragini neared the final paragraphs of her report, a notification popped up on her screen. It was an email from her senior, praising her for the outstanding work and dedication. A satisfied smile tugged at the corners of her lips, and a sense of accomplishment filled the air.
Ragini's concentration broke as a gentle knock echoed in her office. "Come in," she called out, looking up to find Divya's head peeking through the slightly open door. Ragini, with a welcoming smile, gestured for her to enter.
Divya, however, seemed too eager to wait. "Hey, Ragini! Quick, you've got to come see what Aman's invented. It's something wild," she exclaimed, barely pausing to acknowledge Divya's invitation.
Ragini sighed, glancing at her half-packed belongings. "Give me five minutes to finish up here, and we can go together," she suggested, her eyes shifting towards the clock.
Divya, ignoring the request again, responded, "I'll be waiting for you by the lift. Hurry up!"
As Divya disappeared from the doorway, Ragini shook her head with a bemused smile. She stretched once more, gathering her things with a newfound sense of curiosity about Aman's mysterious invention. The office, now nearly deserted, became the backdrop for an unexpected adventure awaiting just beyond the doors.
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In a cozy apartment, Aman meticulously worked on the intricate contraption fitted to a chair. Wires and connections sprawled like a technological web, and his focused expression told of the dedication poured into his creation. As the final adjustments fell into place, a triumphant smile lit up his face. The time machine, a marvel of his ingenuity, hummed with latent potential.
Just as Aman admired his invention, the doorbell chimed, interrupting the moment. Curiosity painted his expression as he walked towards the door. Opening it, he was greeted by the infectious enthusiasm of his friends. Divya, with a delighted squeal, enveloped him in a hug, while Ragini offered a warm smile.
"Aman, you won't believe what we just heard! Divya insisted we had to see this wild invention of yours," Ragini explained, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
Aman grinned, a mix of pride and excitement evident in his gaze. "Well, you're just in time. Come on in, and let me show you the wonders of time travel," he said, gesturing for them to enter the apartment. As the door closed behind them, the air buzzed with the promise of adventure, the time machine silently awaiting its first passengers.
Aman led Divya and Ragini to the center of the room, unveiling the chair adorned with wires and blinking LEDs. "Behold, my time machine!" he exclaimed, his eyes reflecting the pride of a creator unveiling his masterpiece.
