There are opportunities that Fate blesses you with and there are moments she snatches those away. Park Chanyeol had been blessed enough to have gained a lover, a friend in Byun Baekhyun while studying at University. He'd loved and cherished and lost. Now, a hundred years later, in a small empty town of Romania, Chanyeol merely exists, cursed to live on forever, cursed to feast on blood. He doesn't know why he waits. Why he lives on. Yet, when Time takes a spin and one fine night, Baekhyun seems to be alive in front of him. Looking the same. Reborn and returned to him. Chanyeol seizes the opportunity by taking a clueless Baekhyun hostage in his castle to rekindle their love. Baekhyun, however, seems to have no memory of Chanyeol or their relationship and Chanyeol is hell bent on turning that table. After all, he's got nothing but time now. He's a patient man. And Baekhyun cannot escape him or the castle that holds them.

Winner of 'Wattpad India Awards 2019' in Both Popular Choice and Judge's Choice Categories. Note posted on 5 October 2022 'Prithvi' is an ongoing story. It was in 2008 that the story began to flow through me. I continue to be as passionate about it as I was back then. However, I do not know how long it would take to be completed. I do not know how many more volumes or chapters will be required. I update chapters only once a month, and even that doesn't happen at times. But if you would still like to experience this story, please go ahead and give it a try. I hope you enjoy it reading 'Prithvi' as much as I enjoy writing it. ***************************** Story Description "Prithvi" is the tale of an incredibly intense love that demands nothing less than unconditional surrender. But it has to manoeuvre its way through a labyrinth of long-buried secrets, vicious enemies, shattered blood ties, and most painfully, untamed inner demons. Everlasting happiness may be within reach, or perhaps, very far away. Never before has the path of love been so dangerous....so mysterious.....so beautiful...

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