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"Ruk jaiye, Arya... aap abhi hosh mein nahi hain... ruk jaiye..." she begged, her voice breaking.
(Stop, Arya... you're not in your senses... please stop...)
But he didn't. He kept moving forward. His steps were steady. His eyes, lifeless. As if everything that once lived in them was already gone. The love he once held for her was nowhere to be seen.
"Yeh anarth mat kijiye... aap hume bhool nahi sakte... humare prem ko..." she pleaded, shaking her head desperately.
(Don't do this... you cannot forget me... our love...)
"Prem nahi... shraap hai yeh."
(This is not love... it is a curse.)
His grip tightened around the sword.
"Aur yeh aaj hi khatam hoga."
(And it will end today.)
He lunged towards her. Sword in hand. But in that single, irreversible moment, he turned the blade away from her... and drove it towards his own heart.
"Yeh... yeh kya kiya aapne...?"
(What... what have you done...?)
"Nahi... nahi! Arya... Arya, apne netra kholiye! Aapne yeh kya kar diya...!"
(No... no! Arya... Arya, open your eyes! What have you done...!)
She dropped to her knees, pulling him into her arms, clutching him to her heart as if she could undo it. With trembling fingers, the dying prince reached up... A faint, fragile smile curved on his lips.
"Roiye mat..." he murmured weakly.
(Do not cry...)
"Chali jaiye yahan se... apni jaan bachaiye..."
(Leave this place... save your life...)
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Naira Sharma, an archaeologist, has always believed in facts, history, and things that can be proven.
Until the past begins to follow her.
Haunted by recurring dreams of an ancient kingdom, and a death that feels too real to be just imagination, Naira finds herself drawn towards a place she cannot ignore, Sundargiri.
As past and present begin to blur, Naira must choose, to follow her heart or to stop a fate that demands her sacrifice.
Because this time
Love might not be salvation.
It might be the beginning of the end.