I sat down on my chair in the grand discussion chamber. The air was heavy with silence, and the only sound was the rhythmic cadence of my own breathing. The chamber, with its vast stone walls and towering arches, seemed almost sentient, as if it was holding its breath in anticipation of the task that lay ahead.
In front of me lay the ancient tome, the Kaleekmapustakam, its leather cover worn. With a sense of reverence, I picked it up and carefully opened it. The musty scent of old parchment filled my nostrils as I turned the delicate pages, searching for the knowledge I needed to destroy the ominous portal.
(The world which is ahead is magical and magnificent. A path will take you to the big gate which will open as soon as you touch it, beyond it has temples and murtis of our god and far between two temples is a river and over there you'll find what you need to destroy.)
"Means I will discover all these things when I reach over there. Then I will find the portal," I muttered to myself. The journey ahead was shrouded in mystery, and each revelation seemed to lead to another question
I turned the page.
(The bangles which I've given to your mother, has the power to hold souls which can travel from one timeline to another. Just one piece or dust of that bangle needs to be thrown into the portal to activate it. To destroy it.)
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Keval Aapke-Janmo Janmantak Tak
FantasyIn an extraordinary twist of fate, the soul of a modern-day young woman named Aarna finds itself inexplicably swapped with that of a princess from the 9th century, wedded to none other than the formidable Rajadhiraja Yashwardhan Rao. Yashwardhan fal...