Katha stood frozen. Then he said it. His gun still pointed at her. Quiet. Final. Deadly in its calmness. "Pyar kiya tha tumse kabhi isliye aaj jaane de rhe hain" "Agar kabhi dobara mere raaste mein aayi na..." A pause. His gaze locked on hers. Not warm anymore Not familiar. Completely gone. "...toh Adhrit nahi." Another pause. "Adhrit Singh Ranawat milega tumhe. Aur uske liye tum sirf ek naam hogi-ek yaad jo woh kab ka dafn kar chuka hoga," he said, voice stripped of everything familiar, like the last trace of warmth had been burned out of it. A pause. His eyes stayed on her-steady, unreadable, unrecognizable. "Ek stranger se zyada kuch nahi hogi tum," he continued, each word falling heavier than the last, "aur agar raaste mein aayi mere toh acche se jaanti ho kya anjaam hota hai hamare dushmano ka." The sentence didn't rise in anger. Like a verdict already passed. His hand moved sharply. And before she could even process it- he grabbed the pendant from his neck. The same pendant she had once placed there herself. Hands trembling slightly that day, smiling like she was sealing a promise only love could understand. He looked at it for half a second. Just half. Long enough for something to flicker across his face. Then his grip tightened. And he pulled it off. Katha's breath caught. "No-Adhrit, woh-" He didn't look at her when he spoke. "Tumne diya tha na?" he said flatly. A pause. Then colder- "Tumhara jhooth tumhe muba rakho." Before she could react- he threw it. Not gently. Not carelessly. But like discarding something that had no right to exist anymore.

"She's not meant to be a queen-she never wanted to be. But the past has other plans." Dhruvika, a scientist from the future, is thrown into the past-not as a visitor, but as a prisoner in a stolen body. A princess. A runaway bride. A kingdom on the edge of destruction. She's trapped in the body of a royal hunted by ruthless soldiers and claimed by a king who takes what he wants-and he wants her. Magic runs through her veins, but it's locked away. Her mind fights to break free, but every move she makes has deadly consequences. The king is dark. The kingdom is broken. And Dhruvika is trapped between them. She can't escape. She can't trust anyone. But one thing is certain-she won't bend to his will. Not willingly. But if she doesn't give in, the cost might be more than her life. A forgotten kingdom. A stolen body. A fate that was never hers. Welcome to the past-where the future bleeds.