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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My heart pounded like a drum, echoing in my ears as I stood before the breathtaking flower field. Each vibrant petal seemed to pulse with the same rhythm, matching my excitement. A solitary tear of pure joy slid down my cheek, its path tracing the contours of my happiness. Then, as if in response to my unspoken desire, the gateway began to emerge.
Golden flecks materialized, forming a glowing rectangle suspended in the air. A mystical blue fog curled around its edges, adding an ethereal quality to the scene. My chin trembled, and a smile broke through my tears as I gazed upon the miraculous sight. The inside of the gateway was pitch black, a void of unknown possibilities. Suddenly, a brilliant white light erupted from within, forcing me to shield my eyes with the back of my hand.
As the light subsided, I cautiously lowered my hand and my eyes widened in astonishment. There, on the other side of the gateway, stood Aarna Chauhan. Aarna from the 9th century, a mirror image of myself. Her eyes were red and swollen, mirroring my own emotional state. She wore a magnificent lehenga, heavy with rich fabric yet devoid of any jewelry.
Her gaze, however, was fixed not on me, but on Hridey, who was holding the gateway open. His expression was a mixture of elation and sorrow, tears streaming down his face as he called out to her.
"YAHA AAO, WILDFLOWER!!!!" Hridey shouted, his voice cracking with emotion.
{Come here, wildflower}
Aarna lifted her lehenga and began to run towards the gateway, her movements graceful despite the weight of her attire. At the same moment, I found myself running towards the gateway as well, driven by an inexplicable force. We both reached the gateway simultaneously, each stepping into the other's world.
As I crossed into the 9th century, I felt a rush of cold air, my heartbeat so fast that I could hear it in my ears. My breathing, so fast and uneasy.
When I turned around, the gateway had vanished without a trace.
Before me was the same majestic statue of Shri Radhakrishn.
Means I am in Shri Radhakrishn's temple, where I danced with my life.
It felt surreal, like a dream I might wake from at any moment.
I turned my head, taking in the grandeur of the same beautiful castle that loomed before me. My heart swelled with a mixture of nostalgia and anticipation as I whispered the name that had been etched in my heart since I first heard it.
"Yashwardhan" my voice trembling with emotion. A smile spread across my face, tears of joy mingling with the happiness in my eyes, and then. I ran.
