Call Of The Past

Call Of The Past

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A long forgotten portrait is found with a number and most strange thing start happening to Sushant Ghate after he dials it. An excerpt of the memory manifests, pulling him in the world of the Past. A choice is then, offered to him, leave the Past be or bring the change. Saving the lives of loved ones at the cost of other loved ones, that is the price which is asked.
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An amorous tale which is not one of grand romantic gestures or picture-perfect moments. It was woven through time, stitched together with silent promises, unspoken feelings, and an unbreakable bond that endured separation, pain and the weight of the past. A girl, who is a war journalist, had spent years witnessing the horror of battlefield, carrying the weight of lost lives and shattered dreams. The war in zahran had taken more from her than she could ever put into words - her peace, her friends and a part of herself she feared she could never reclaim. When she returned, broken and distant, she had one instinct - to run. An she did. Leaving behind him, the only constant she had ever know, without a single goodbye. He searched for her, never giving up, never forgetting. The six years of her absence had changed him too. One night, she returned, but wasn't the same. She carried nightmares in her eyes and scars on her soul. He never once asked her why she left- he just chose to stay. He let his presence speak louder than words, offering her the patience, the space and the quiet love. Their love wasn't rushed. It wasn't dramatic. It was real - formed in the depths of understanding, in the warmth of silent support, in small things that meant everything. It was love that had endured war, separation and time. And in the end, it was love that found it's way back home. Because love like theirs wasn't meant to be lost - it was meant to be fought for.

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