64| Confession. Rejection. Ruin
"Bring something delicious. Every grand sweet and dish. Bring them all.
"Bring something delicious. Every grand sweet and dish. Bring them all.
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Samhita Maity, a historian, found excitement in discovering long-lost secrets of histories- a perfectionist in her work. However, there was one mysterious figure eluding her expertise-the exploration of the most celebrated king of ancient India, whose name resounded across the world. His unwritten and unfinished books ignited her curiosity, and day and night, her thoughts were consumed by him. Who was he beyond the exterior of a king? How did his empire attain such advanced and flourishing heights that even contemporary science couldn't reach? Why were only fragments written about him? Where did he vanish so suddenly? These questions lingered, morphing into an obsession. Driven by an insatiable desire to unravel his mystery, Samhita set on a daring journey through time, stepping into his kingdom. As the threads of time intertwined, Samhita became Rajadhiraj Vikramaditya's own obsession. She had entered the realm of an eagle, and now, there seemed to be no escape. Would she find her way back to her own time? Would he permit her departure or would she be held captive by the sparks of dominance and power that crackled between them? Could their individual dominances coexist, or would they crumble in the face of each other's compelling forces?
The room is silver with moonlight, washed in that soft, ethereal glow that makes even stone walls look like they'd been touched by God.
The palace is dressed to its bones.
Samhita twitches, eyes fluttering open.
Praja Darshan is in full swing. Samhita weaves through the crowd with effortless grace, offering smiles and kind words.
Samhita's eyes follow the slow, hypnotic spin of the thali that catches the flickers of sunlight.
𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐨 "𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝" 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞. "Look into my eyes and tell me you don't love me," he challenged. "I don't love you," I declare. He smiled at me, though his expression was tinged with pain, tears pooling in the depths of his eyes. "I knew it, you still love me so much." I was rendered speechless by his declaration, my efforts to conceal my emotions proving futile as he effortlessly deciphered the truth written in my eyes. "Say it, just once, that you love me, my Sweetheart. Just once, please," he pleaded. I finally surrendered, tears misting my own eyes as all rational thoughts scattered, "I love you. I never stopped loving you." "And I love you infinitely more," he declared, leaning closer towards my lips. I placed a trembling hand over his mouth, halting him in his tracks, and shook my head slowly. "We can't. It's wrong. We can't betray our partners." Two hearts, torn apart by the cruel hand of fate, find themselves face to face after 4 long years. Once college sweethearts, they have now transformed into business partners. People have come and gone, circumstances have shifted, choices have been made, and personalities have evolved. But, one thing remains unchanged: their undying love for each other, that consumes them day and night to finally claim each other as their own. However, the path ahead is far from simple. Bound by commitments, every move feels like a forbidden dance. Will they muster the strength to resist their burning desire or succumb to the long lost desire for each other?
My eyes jerk toward the mouth of the cave just as Vikramaditya steps in, ducking low beneath the arch.
In a time before Vikramaditya’s reign, when curses still whispered through bloodlines and empires were yet to rise, three generations of rulers shaped the destiny of the Abhivart lineage. Abhivart: The Rise of the Realm is a sweeping saga of love, legacy, and divine struggle where warrior kings, prophetic queens, and unseen forces battle for control over fate itself. From the great-grandfather who uncovers a dark curse in the mountains of the north, to the prince who dares to expand beyond sacred borders, and the son who stands between cosmic energy and chaos. This is not just the story of rulers, but of the choices they make, the women who guide them, and the realm they forge. This codex to the Vikramsamhita series unveils the buried truths, forgotten romances, and origin of the power that still screams in the present.
Humans are fools to think death is some grand human event. No, it's nature.
(Moments After Raja Vaarun Arrives at the Palace)
The entrance avenue is cloaked in an almost sacred anticipation.
Heartbreak is a many-headed beast.
"Did you call emergency?" Iresh inquires as his fingers work feverishly over Samhita's hands and feet. They're stone cold.
Love, when it takes root in a woman's heart, is not a gentle thing. It is not the wispy, delicate waltz of petals on a spring breeze.
"What the hell are you doing, you insufferable hunk of metal? Just obey my command, damn it!" Iresh barks.
(The following scene depicts the execution of the time machine experiment)
I scroll through the endless sea of options on my phone. Not a single dress catches my eye.