A story within a story. What if your dreams aren't imaginary, but forgotten memories from another life? Ruya Veda Beckley has never been to India. And yet, she dreams in Persian. Sees visions of ancient palaces. Feels the weight of a jeweled talisman she's never held - at least not in this life, anyway. But the visions won't stop. Each night she wakes breathless. Each dream pulls her closer to the truth. When she begins reliving memories that aren't hers - a dying empress, a grieving emperor, and a missing jewel meant to reunite their souls in the afterlife - Ruya is forced to confront the impossible: She is the reincarnated daughter of Shah Jahan and Mumtaz Mahal. And her soul has been cursed to return, again and again, to undo a mistake that fractured the afterlife. She would continue to be born again and again until she restores what was stolen - and heals a love story the world thought was already perfect. A sacred jewel was meant to bind her parents' souls beyond death and into forever. She once held it. She lost it, centuries ago. And because of that, their love is trapped between worlds. Their spirits restless. And the Taj Mahal - meant to be a beacon of eternal love - has become a monument to what was never fulfilled. A prison to two souls apart. But Ruya doesn't know where the talisman is. Worse, she doesn't remember how to fix what she once broke. Now, time is collapsing, the past is bleeding through, and something is hunting her through lifetimes. Ruya must remember what she buried - where the talisman is, how to use it - before it's too late. Because reincarnation isn't endless. And this could be her final life. If she fails, not only will her parents remain lost to each other forever - the balance between life and death will shatter, taking Ruya - and everything she loves - with it. Legacy is the mission, love is the inheritance, but... how do you save a love story when you were never meant to remember it?

You die. Game over? Not quite. Welcome to the Afterlife Crucible. Every millennium, lost souls battle for a second shot at life. Forget everything you thought you knew about the afterlife. It's not pearly gates and harps - it's a ruthless gauntlet dreamed up by bored gods with a sick sense of humour. Your regrets become weapons, your sins are armour, and your secrets? Just ammo for your rivals. This is a no-holds-barred war where only the most devious spirits get to breathe again. You'll face nightmares that make Hell look like Disneyland, and opponents who'd sell their own mothers for a chance to win. Ready to fight for your life... after death? I sure as hell wasn't. There I was, barely keeping my head above water, when some prick decided to punch my ticket early. But let's face it - my chances of winning are slimmer than my ex's conscience. Who am I? Jane Doe. Just another dead girl in a sea of corpses... a junkie, a fuckup, a waste of oxygen. Or so I thought...

What do we really know about the woman who was Cinderella's stepmother?