The universe is but a grand tapestry woven by unseen hands, stretching across the endless ocean of time. The sages say that time itself is not linear, nor is it bound by human perception-it is a great cycle, a wheel turning through the four Yugas: Satya, Treta, Dwapara, and Kali.
Within these cycles, destinies are written and rewritten, heroes rise and fall, and the divine play of creation, preservation, and destruction unfolds under the gaze of the Trimurti-Brahma, Vishnu, and Shiva.
But what if one could step beyond this cycle?
What if time, like a river, could be traversed?
There are whispers of such things in the oldest scriptures, of artifacts lost to the mortal world-keys to time itself. One such relic is spoken of in forgotten verses, a conch shell said to have been blessed by Lord Shiva, the Mahakaal, the master of time.
It is said that the one who finds it may glimpse the past, walk alongside legends, and bear witness to the birth and decay of empires. But such power is not meant for mortals. For to tamper with time is to invite the wrath of the cosmos itself.
Yet, fate is not always gentle.
And so, in the sacred city of Kashi, where the ancient and the eternal meet, the journey of Rishi Aniruddha begins-one that will take him beyond the boundaries of history, across realms of gods and demons, and to the very edge of time itself.
Unaware of the trials that await him, he is about to take the first step into the unknown...
And time will never be the same again.
A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.