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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Aastha and Veer stood at the entrance of Prem Mahal, their conversation lingering in the quiet of the night. Veer insisted on dropping her to Shakti Mahal but Aastha insisted on going by herself.
"It's late, Veer," Aastha said gently. "I can manage on my own. There are enough cars around to drop me." He pouted, his gaze fixed on her, unwilling to waste even a single moment away from her. Before Aastha could melt at his puppy eyes, Suraj's voice broke the silence, "Aastha.."
He had overheard the exchange unintentionally and walked up to them. "I'll take her," he said. Veer glanced between Suraj and Aastha, and drew a sigh. There was an unmistakable tension between them—Suraj's usually warm, caring eyes now held a hint of frustration, while Aastha avoided meeting her brother's gaze altogether.
Veer decided not to press further. He pulled Aastha into a brief hug and said softly, "Good night. See you tomorrow." Then, turning to Suraj, he surprised him with a quick embrace and added gently, "Don't be too hard on her, okay?"
Suraj raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "She's my sister."
"And my soon-to-be wife," Veer added, narrowing his eyes in mock seriousness.
Suraj shook his head, the smirk softening into a smile at Veer's protectiveness. "Good night, Veer."
With a reluctant sigh, Veer took a few steps backward toward Prem Mahal, waving at Aastha. She couldn't help but smile at his playful antics.
When she looked back at her brother, Aastha stood nervously, waiting for him to say something. Suraj's expression, which had been casual and smiling a moment ago, hardened slightly as he turned to her. "Let's go," he said curtly, walking ahead without waiting for her reply.
Aastha bit her lip and followed her brother cautiously. He got into his car, and they drove toward Shakti Mahal in silence. The short distance between them felt heavier than the few meters they covered. When they arrived at Shakti Mahal, Suraj escorted her to her room. It was late, and apart from a few maids, the hallways were empty.
"Good night," Suraj said, his voice clipped and distant as they reached her door. Aastha hesitated, her heart sinking at the coldness in his tone. But as he turned to leave, she couldn't hold back any longer. She followed him to his room, catching up just as he was about to shut the door.
"Bhai Sa..." she called softly, her voice tinged with sadness.
Suraj paused, but didn't meet her gaze. "It's late, Aastha. You should get some sleep."
"But Bhai Sa..." she started, her words faltering.
He sighed, his hand still on the door. "I'm tired, and so are you. We're going to the temple early morning tomorrow. So please, Aastha, go to bed."
"You're angry with me," she said, barely above a whisper.
His shoulders stiffened at her words. After a pause, he nodded. "I am," he admitted quietly. "Give me some time to sort my thoughts. We'll talk later. Not tonight." With a deep sigh, he gently shut the door, the sound echoing in the stillness. Aastha stood there for a moment, staring at the closed door, her chest heavy with emotions. Slowly, she turned and made her way back to her own room.
