When Aastha met Veer, she knew they had a connection.
However, the connection would be from two centuries ago, she never could have imagined.
A love story that remained unfulfilled, broken by evil, and destroyed to ashes - whose reference hide...
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As Aastha ventured deeper, the corridor opened into several rooms, most closed or stuck. She tried to open a few, but if they didn't budge on the first attempt, she didn't press further. Her curiosity was at its peak as she inspected everything with keen interest.
There were old lamps, faded tapestries, various wooden chests ranging from palm-sized to large storage trunks scattered around, cracked mirrors, broken cutlery, porcelain bowls, brittle papers, and ornate bottles. "All these things were once in their prime, but now they've lost their luster, right, Veer?" she mused absently. Veer nodded, though no words left his mouth.
"Can you imagine life here two centuries ago? People walking in and out, using these everyday items... It's something, isn't it? Walking down the halls of a fort that was once someone's home?" She held Veer's hand, pulling him along as they continued exploring. Aastha peeked through the tiny windows on the doors, noticing one room was a dressing room and another a storage space. At the far end, she spotted a winding staircase behind one of the doors.
"Did you notice, Veer? These rooms have a feminine touch. Do you think this could have been a princess's private quarters?" she wondered aloud. When she realized Veer's hand was no longer in hers, she turned to see him standing silently, a look of surprise on his face. "Perhaps," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. The weight of past lives hung in the air, and he could do nothing to dispel it. This was indeed a princess's room, but the words wouldn't come.
Aastha smiled. "I wonder what life was like back then.." she said, then asked, "Whose room do you think this is Veer? Rajkumari Radhika or Rajkumari Avantika? Do you have any idea?"
Veer remained silent. Aastha waited for his response but noticed he wasn't going to answer. She shook her head, and continued deeper into the corridor, holding Veer's arm as she eagerly explored each room, while he followed with heavy steps. His mind was racing with memories from his past life, of the moments he had spent here.
As they walked further, they came across a broken balcony, its door secured with metal bars. Veer looked at Aastha, then at the closed balcony door, recalling the countless times he had sneaked into this room through that very balcony and window.
At the end of the hallway, they stopped by a particular room that Aastha was struggling to open. Veer's breath hitched as he realized what lay behind that door. No, he couldn't go there!
"Aastha... I think we should just—" Veer began, but Aastha cut him off, "Help me here! I want to see what's inside..."
"Aastha..."
"Veer, is there a problem? You told me we could explore here before we leave. But now... you look really agitated. What's bothering you?" Aastha asked, squeezing his hand. "Is there something you want to tell me?"
Veer swallowed and shook his head. His past was better left untouched. Aastha had once told him she wasn't interested in knowing who he was in his past life, and he didn't blame her. In the beginning, he had been obsessed with the woman he wanted to marry from his past life, but once he chose Aastha, he wanted to leave that past behind and never bring it up again.
