Her history was not unwritten; it was unread. She existed in the pages of history; but history never chose to look at her. And within the silence of that turning fate, she remained a story no one had ever truly read. ✦ ──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──── ✦ • छिपे हुए लफ्ज़ कौन कहेगा? इन स्याही के पन्नों को कौन समझेगा? किसमें इतना वक़्त है कि वो मेरे दिल के लफ्ज़ों को सुनने का इरादा रखेगा? ▪︎ - राजकुमारी मायूरिका ✦ ──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──── ✦ People said the Royal East Wing chamber was haunted-abandoned, swallowed by time. Beneath its creaking doors and air thick with silence and mystery, lay a princess untouched by the world's reach. Seated on the balcony, her hair scattered with the wind, she lingered where no one was meant to stay for long. A flute rested in her hand, as if even music had learned to whisper around her. And yet... beyond those forgotten walls, the world continued to believe she was nothing more than a story that had already ended. ✦ ──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──── ✦ 《A question that haunted the walls of my abandoned chamber; as I sat on the sole balcony- I tried to find answers in the Moon.》 ▪︎• "Aapne sabke liye koi na koi banaya- meri daastan likhte waqt kya aap dusre kirdaar bhool gaye the, Krishn?" •▪︎ ✦ ──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──── ✦ A punishment that did not end with imprisonment... but continued as a lifetime of cruelty-meant to erase her existence beneath the sands of time. And yet, even that silence did not feel like the end. Only another page the world refused to read. ✦ ──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──── ✦ स

Samhita Maity, a historian, found excitement in discovering long-lost secrets of histories- a perfectionist in her work. However, there was one mysterious figure eluding her expertise-the exploration of the most celebrated king of ancient India, whose name resounded across the world. His unwritten and unfinished books ignited her curiosity, and day and night, her thoughts were consumed by him. Who was he beyond the exterior of a king? How did his empire attain such advanced and flourishing heights that even contemporary science couldn't reach? Why were only fragments written about him? Where did he vanish so suddenly? These questions lingered, morphing into an obsession. Driven by an insatiable desire to unravel his mystery, Samhita set on a daring journey through time, stepping into his kingdom. As the threads of time intertwined, Samhita became Rajadhiraj Vikramaditya's own obsession. She had entered the realm of an eagle, and now, there seemed to be no escape. Would she find her way back to her own time? Would he permit her departure or would she be held captive by the sparks of dominance and power that crackled between them? Could their individual dominances coexist, or would they crumble in the face of each other's compelling forces?