"I want to do Timetravel once in my life." A girl, spoke enthusiastically with a bright toothy smile.
Without thinking much, a newly turns young eighteen-year-old girl asks her Great-Grandfather such a thing that everyone's eyes pop out to hear her...
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"Please, stay away from Senapati Sangram Singh." He pleaded, his voice heavy with concern as he took a deep, steady breath.
At the mention of Sangram's name, Parthvi's body began to tremble. Her hair stood on end as a cold wave of fear washed over her. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around herself, as if trying to shield herself from an invisible chill. Her eyes, wide with confusion and curiosity, searched his face for answers.
"W-Who?" She stammered, her voice barely a whisper, while she rubbed her shoulders, trying to ward off the cold that seemed to seep from her very soul.
Panditji watched her, his heart aching at the sight of her fear. He understood the depth of her trauma, the unspoken horrors that lurked in the shadows of her mind.
"Parthvi." He began gently, his voice laced with sorrow, "I know what you're going through. I know the pain that grips your heart. Even though I've erased the memories of that dreadful night from your mind, your soul remembers. It still wakes you in terror, haunted by the echoes of that night, but your soul has not forgotten the scars that Sangram left on you, they are eternal. etched into your very being."
His words hung in the air, a poignant reminder of the past she could not escape. He looked at her helplessly, his eyes reflecting the deep sadness he felt for her plight.
Parthvi's eyes were filled with curiosity as she gazed at Panditji's somber expression.
"P-Panditji, w-who is S-Sangram?" She asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.
Startled by her gentle inquiry, Panditji quickly snapped out of his thoughts. He answered her immediately, not wanting to give her any reason to doubt. "Rajkumari, Sangram Singh is the Army Chief of Shauryagardh, and a very loyal and dear friend of Ranasa."
Parthvi nodded slowly, her hand pressing against her temple as she squeezed her eyes shut, straining to remember. "Um... Yes, I-I think I might remember him."
Panditji's eyes widened in shock. "What? Y-You remember him? How?"
His heart raced, fear gripping him at the possibility. He silently prayed that this wasn't happening.
But as Parthvi's breathing grew more rapid, she struggled to recall the memories.
"Parthvi, you must not remember Sangram. I erased every trace of him from your mind. If even the slightest memory of him lingers, it could be dangerous for you. The curse I bear—I cannot allow it to claim you because of my "past deeds and mistakes." Panditji thought to himself, dread filling his heart as he watched her.
Tightly pressing her head with both hands, she whispered in a trembling voice, "Panditji, w-why can’t I remember anything?"
Tears streamed down her face, the pain and frustration etched deeply into every line of her expression as she struggled to recall her lost memories. She pressed her lips together, forcing her eyes open to look at him with helpless desperation. "I’m trying so hard to remember what happened to me three days ago, but it’s like a fog. I only remember reaching here, and then... how my own great-grandfather misunderstood me. And—"
