authoryazhnila
Vikrama Seetarini: An Epic of the Eternal Fire and her Protector
I never thought I'd be the girl whose name stirred whispers in ancestral halls.
Time and history don't wait for anyone but they repeats themselves with the same rage and love irrespective of the scars and death.....they always circle back.
I was just Saaravi Chaturvedi-an interior designing student, raised on boundaries and silence, walking into Lumen University, Hyderabad with nothing but ambition and a sketchbook. But everything changed the moment I stepped into Aaranyalayam-An ancestral bungalow of the person who got me pondering about his gaze. What was in his eyes? lust? no. love? no......recognition?
There in Aaranyalayam , I saw me, in a 700-year-old painting who looked exactly like me. Sitting on the lap of a man who wore Arjun Dev's face.
And when I turned to Arjun- the man who is a storm in stillness-I realized he already knew. He had seen that painting years before he saw me. And somehow... he was waiting.
What followed wasn't love in the normal sense.
It was a reunion of lifetimes.
A vow sealed with blood under the divine's gaze.
A storm that rang the temple bells without human hands.
A flame that didn't flicker, even against the wind.
I didn't ask for divinity. I didn't ask to be knelt before, to be called Empress.
But fate, it seems, never needed my permission. It circled back to me....The fire once protected by "Rajadhiraja Vikrama Dev Aryavart, because of the curse from, The Fire, Seetarini Vikrama Dev Aryavart".
Now I carry more than my name-I carry echoes of an empire, the burden of sacred fire, and a man whose silence speaks in lifetimes.
And as the world begins to remember who I am...
I am learning to choose who I now want to be.
History didn't repeat itself, it is resuming from where it was paused, or should i say cursed.