Soulbound in Rajgarh: Tale of an Indian princess' s ghost

On the night of her wedding, Princess Meera Shree Rajput sat draped in red and gold, her pulse trembling beneath the weight of silk and jewels. The air was too still, too heavy, as though the palace itself held its breath.
A sound shattered the hush-footsteps, steady and deliberate.
She turned.

Her groom stood before her, his face veiled in a mask , a sword glinting in his hand. Before her lips could form a word, the blade found her heart.

Her bangles struck the marble floor in a scatter of sound, her breath faltered, and the palace drowned in silence.

When her eyes opened again, time had lost its meaning. Centuries unraveled like threads: Empires rose and crumbled, storms clawed at the stone halls, and still she wandered-unseen, unheard, bound to the place of her death.

Until one night, headlights cut through the darkness of the courtyard.

From the car stepped a man-his presence carved against the winter air. His gaze swept the ruins... and stopped on HER.

For the first time in lifetimes, Princess Meera was seen.