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Some stories do not end.
They wait.
A thousand years can pass-kingdoms turning to dust, crowns melting into soil, names forgotten by history-but some bonds refuse to loosen their grip on time.
They follow the soul.
She wakes from dreams she doesn't understand.
Dreams where her name is spoken with reverence instead of familiarity.
Nayantara Verma is twenty-three years old.
A college student.
She laughs easily. Argues boldly. Stands her ground even when the world tells her not to. She believes in logic, in effort, in living life on her own terms.
And yet-
Her heart reacts to things before her mind does.
A voice.
A presence.
She doesn't know why.
He has learned patience.
Arjun Singh Rathore is a man who commands rooms without raising his voice. A businessman known for discipline, brilliance, and an intimidating calm that keeps people at a distance.
He doesn't believe in coincidences.
He believes in patterns.
In instincts that never fail him.
He is controlled. Reserved. Untouchable.
Until her.
Until the moment his eyes meet hers and something ancient stirs-fierce, possessive, and unbearably familiar.
Losing her once nearly destroyed him.
He will not let it happen again.They are pieces of the present.
But the past watches from the shadows.
A crown that was never worn.
A wedding that was never completed.
A betrayal sealed in blood and fire.
Somewhere, a rival still waits.
Somewhere, fate sharpens its blade.
For now, the truth sleeps.
For now, she is just a student, and he is just a professor.
Teasing. Clashes. Stolen glances. Jealousy masked as discipline. Laughter echoing through college halls. A bond forming that feels far too intense for strangers
And when he steps too close...
When jealousy drives him to corner her...
When his voice drops and her heart remembers before her mind does-
The past will begin to bleed into the present.
Because some love stories don't restart gently.
They awaken.