In the 12th century, the kingdom of Vallari thrived under the rule of Queen Tarangini Adwait Chouhan. Her days were a delicate balance of diplomacy, court intrigues, and the weight of her crown. But beneath her regal facade, she harbored a grief that consumed her heart-death of her husband, the King Rana Adwait Chouhan.
Weary from the weight of her crown, sought solace in the by palace gardens. The sun dipped low, casting a golden hue upon the water's surface. As she stepped into the marble-lined pond for her evening bath, she had no inkling that this serene pool held secrets beyond her realm.
The water rippled, not from her movements, but from an unseen force. Tarangini gasped as the liquid swallowed her whole. She flailed, her royal attire now a heavy burden. The world blurred, and when she emerged, it was not Vallari that greeted her.
Instead, she found herself in a dimly lit room?. The air smelled of ancient parchment and damp stone. The water had spat her out into a different room, a bathroom? of all places. Her saree clung to her like a second skin, the jewels in her hair now mere dewdrops.
And there, across the room, stood a shirtless man-a stranger with eyes that held both wonder and shock. His attire was unlike anything Radhika had seen. His gaze swept over her, from her dripping hair to her regal gown, and he stammered,
"What the fuck was that?" he said pointing a gun at her.
In the interplay of water and time, two hearts found solace. Their love, a ripple that echoed through eternity.Todos os Direitos Reservados