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Atharv Raj stood before the mirror, his sharp grey eyes fixed on his own reflection. The prince who never believed in destiny, magic, or eternal love.
But tonight... something was different.
Through the mirror, another reflection slowly appeared.
A girl.
She stood behind him, smiling softly, her bright eyes twinkling with mischief. Long open hair flowed down her back, moving gently as if touched by an unseen wind.
A quiet smile formed on Atharv's lips.
"Who are you...?" he murmured, his voice low and curious.
"An apsara... or just a dream?"
But the real question was-
How can a girl from the future appear in the mirror of a prince who lives in the past?
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