Smiling1710
Siya never believed in destiny. She was a modern girl-practical, rational, grounded in the fast pace of the world she knew. A girl who spent her nights typing stories, dreams, and worlds into her laptop - a writer by heart, a storyteller by soul.
But the moment a strange scent filled the air and her vision blurred, her ordinary life shattered like thin glass.
She fell-literally-into the arms of a man who did not belong to her world.
Purushottam.
A warrior carved from silence and discipline, a king whose gaze held ancient storms and unspoken vows. His touch was steady, warm, grounding... a force of nature that refused to let her slip away.
When Siya woke in the temple, she knew everything had changed.
The stone carvings whispered histories she'd never learned.
The air carried a divinity she could feel on her skin.
And standing before her was a man who looked at her as if she were a mystery the universe finally revealed.
He saw her fragility but called it strength.
He saw her confusion but stood as her anchor.
He spoke with a quiet intensity that made her heart race.
She arrived in his life like a soft breeze from another world-unexpected, delicate, yet powerful enough to shift the course of his fate.
He became her protector... and slowly, unknowingly, the keeper of her heart.
For a writer who lived behind pages, imagining characters who loved and fought, Siya never expected to become the heroine of her own story - a story she could never have written.
Bound by a secret neither understands, they walk between devotion and desire, between destiny and choice.
Every moment around him feels ancient yet new, dangerous yet comforting-like standing at the edge of something sacred.
Siya, the modern writer who fell through time.
Purushottam, the timeless king who refuses to let her fall again.
Together, they begin a story woven with wonder, silence, longing, and the inevitability of two souls meant to collide.