Saga Of The Timeless (A Mahabharata Story)

85. Peaceful Truths -1

Tvarita's POV

Hush now, my darling, close your eyes,
The stars are twinkling in the skies.
The moon whispers softly, "Sleep, my dear,"
While dreams of wonder draw near.

The breeze is gentle, cool and sweet,
It whispers secrets at your feet.
Rest your head, and feel the night,
Wrapped in the softest silver light.

The trees will sing, the winds will hum,
The world is quiet, night has come.
Sleep, my love, and you will see,
A world of dreams, so wild and free.

Close your eyes, my precious one,
The day is over, the night's begun.
In dreams, you'll fly on wings so bright,
Till morning comes with golden light.

Sleep, my darling, through the night,
Tomorrow's dawn will bring new light.
But for now, drift far and wide,
With love and peace right by your side.

"Close your eyes... let the dream consume you," a soft, almost sweet voice whispered, echoing through the hollow, empty spaces of my mind.

I tried to open my eyes, but it was too bright. Blinding, as if the light itself had claws, refusing to let me see. The lullaby played again, soft and haunting, tugging at something deep within me. And then, my eyes slowly open—not because the lullaby was in my head, but because someone was singing it. A hand was stroking my hair gently, almost tenderly, but my vision was still blurred, shifting in and out of focus.

What's happening? My mind screamed, a voice clawing at the edges of my consciousness, desperate for answers. And then I remembered—I had been stabbed. By... My look alike. The darker, twisted version of me. And after that... darkness had swallowed me whole.

A soft groan slipped from my lips as I tried to open my eyes fully, but they felt weightless, almost feather-light, as if the air itself was cradling me, pressing around me in a way that was freeing and gentle. I realized my hands and feet were free, resting against something warm and soft beneath me, a surface that yielded under my touch—comforting, familiar.

As my vision cleared, I became aware of a figure looking over  me, her gentle presence wrapped in a soft, golden light. She was like a reflection—who looked like me, yet radiated a motherly warmth, a glow that reached deep into the quietest corners of my mind. Her eyes met mine, mirroring back an unspoken love that seemed to melt away the last remnants of fear. Her hand moved slowly, stroking my hair with such tenderness that I felt wrapped in a cocoon of safety.

"Shh," she whispered, her voice like a lullaby woven with warmth. "Just breathe... you're safe here."

Where am I?

Goosebumps rose along my arms as her hand continued to stroke my head, her touch soothing, her fingers like a balm I hadn't realized I was longing for.

I blinked, forcing myself to breathe through the dizziness, but memories flooded back in fragmented images—tainted by shadows, moments that felt twisted and wrong, as if they had been stolen from me and distorted into nightmares.

"Shh," she whispered again, her voice layered with reassurance, as if she could see the storm within me. She leaned down to brush a stray lock of hair from my forehead, her touch gentle and loving. "Don't fight it, my beautiful child. Let go... It's okay. Let it go, and let the peace fill you."

"Where am I?" I whispered, my voice weak and small. The confusion swirled inside me like a storm. How was this possible? Why was I seeing myself... like this?

Before I could process more, another voice interrupted—this one deep and steady, with a warmth that resonated in my chest. "Vritika, it seems you've confused her."