When the one she had married betrayed her, Queen Devika's world came crashing down. After losing her kingdom and her family she had nothing left. She accepted the glass of poison while cursing him to feel her pain. The God she prayed to, took pity on her and gave her a chance to correct her mistakes. Will Devika be able to prevent the destruction? What will she choose the second time - family or love? Travel with Devika as she journeys through two lifetimes to find her true love. ---- Please note the pictures in the story are downloaded from Google

Welcome to 10th century India, where love was worshipped in temples but cursed in streets. There was a man and woman so in love with each other leaving behind every precise rules of mankind. Every story has its own villian. And Between the two souls stands a wall known as caste. When your destiny become your villian snatching very last thing you cherish.......... They were sealed away in the vaults of history Until they see the sunlight once again , this time fate bought them together to finish their love ...but the silence of rebirth , they pass walk by each other. Will they remember each other or the silence of destiny will play them again.

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?