War.
Something terrible, sad.
Men fight for power, freedom, and wealth.
Bombs were thrown, swords were slashed, guns were fired.
On a night, the war ended. The bad guys won.
The bad men drank, stomped on the dead bodies, took what the good guys loved in victory.
And on that night, a woman cried. The bravest soldier had died that night, he was the most nicest, handsome, and powerful man. He was a good guy. And, the husband of that woman who cried.
She was lost, with a child growing in her stomach. And on that night, she delivered that baby, her father and mother helping her.
That child was surprisingly born early, his hair as dark as the night. His nose was as cute as a button, his lips as plump and full as love, his eyes as nice as the clouds. His jawline as sharp as a knife.
"He was a gift from the gods." Was a compliment from his mother, Elinor. He truly was, he had it all.
He was god's will. He was born early for a reason, a beautiful reason.
He had a god to finish that the good guy's did not.
He is not starting a war, you may say, he is finishing it.
In the right way.
His name was Alyson, Alyson Grey.
As sure he was perfect, handsome, sweet, and charmful. He had insecurities too. He was too quiet, a bit too smart, and a target for bullying.
Where he was from, being interested in a certain gender was something to be bothered about.
Yes, the most perfect man that god made was gay.
But, who does fate choose to be with the most perfect man?
Who does fate choose to make the world a better place with god's soldier?
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The museum was buzzing with excitement. Prerna Agarwal, a college student, walked through its grand halls . This trip was supposed to be a fun escape, but something about this place felt like it was calling to her.
The highlight of the museum was an ancient portrait that had just been uncovered. It was still being restored, with only the middle part cleaned. Prerna pushed through the crowd to get a closer look.
Her heart stopped.
The woman in the painting looked exactly like her.
The guide's voice carried through the room, explaining the story behind the portrait. "This is Princess Shivanya Maheshwari, known for her beauty and wisdom. But her life ended in betrayal. History says she was accused of treason and killed by a ruthless prince-Prithviraj Kshatriya ."
Prerna couldn't stop staring. How could someone from centuries ago look just like her?
Unable to resist, she sneaked back into the museum after hours. She made her way to the portrait .
As she stood before the painting, a strange energy filled the air. The room seemed to shift, and a sudden gust of wind surrounded her. Before she could step back, a bright light engulfed her, and everything went dark.
When Prerna opened her eyes, she wasn't in the museum anymore. she looked down at herself and gasped. She was wearing a heavy royal outfit, her arms covered in gold bangles.
She wasn't Prerna Agarwal anymore. She was Princess Shivanya Maheshwari.
Prerna remembered the tragic end the princess was supposed to face. "I won't let history repeat itself," she whispered to herself.
But things quickly became complicated.
She soon met Prithviraj Kshatriya, the prince history had labeled as her killer.He was intimidating, his sharp eyes filled with anger and mystery.
But time was running out. The tragic end she knew was approaching fast, and Prerna had to find a way to change it. Could she rewrite history and save herself? Or would she be trapped in the same fate as Princess Shivanya?