In 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...
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"YASHWARDHAN JI, NO!! NO, NO, NO!! I DON’T WANT TO GO BACK!!"
"Yashwardhan ji, Yash, look at me,"
"I can’t go back. I can’t leave you,"
"YASHWARDHAN JI, I LOVE YOU!!!"
"I love you, Yashwardhan ji. I love you, please,"
"NO!!! NO!!! YASH!! YASH!! I LOVE YOU!! YASH, PLEASE! I CAN’T LEAVE YOU! I CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT YOU!!"
"I love you, Aarna,"
"NO!!!!!!!"
Aarna woke up with a loud gasp, bolting upright as she struggled to catch her breath. Panic surged through her veins as she frantically looked around the unfamiliar room. The walls seemed to close in on her, and she jumped out of bed, her voice breaking the silence. "Yashwardhan ji! Yash! Yash!" She moved aimlessly, unsure of where to go, desperate to find him.
Suddenly, strong arms gripped her tightly around the waist, and she fought against the hold, kicking and thrashing. "Let go of me! I want to go back to my Yash!" she screamed, her voice filled with anguish.
A pair of hands cupped her face, and a familiar voice broke through her hysteria. "Aarna!" The voice was warm, motherly, and it cut through her panic like a knife.
Aarna stopped struggling and turned towards the source of the voice. Her eyes softened as she whispered, "Mother?" Tears filled her eyes as the man holding her released his grip. She turned around and saw her father standing there. "Papa?" she cried, her voice trembling.
In an instant, she threw herself into their arms, and the family shared a moment of intense emotion, holding each other tightly. "You are back. We lost hope that you'd ever return," her mother said, breaking the hug.
Aarna stood there, silent and overwhelmed. Her father, Aashish, gently cupped her cheek. "Aarna? What is wrong?" he asked, his eyes filled with concern.
She looked up at him, her eyes brimming with tears. "I love him, Dad," she said, her voice breaking.
Her parents, Aashish and Yachna, exchanged a look of confusion before turning back to her. "Who?" they asked in unison.
"Rajadhiraja Yashwardhan Rao," she replied, and her father's hand dropped from her cheek. She continued, her sobs intensifying. "We were going to get married," her voice cracked with the weight of her words.
Aashish's face contorted with a mix of anger and hurt. "So now you want to return to him? You don't care about us anymore?" he asked, his voice filled with pain.
Aarna shook her head vigorously, tears streaming down her face. "No, no, Dad, Mother, I... I tried to run away the night before our wedding. I wanted to come back since I went over there, but..."
