The night of her wedding, Princess Meera Shree Rajput stood adorned in red and gold, her heart pounding with an inexplicable dread. She turned, hearing footsteps, and saw him-her groom, his face hidden behind a dark mask, his hand gripping a gleaming sword. Before she could react, he struck. Pain tore through her chest, and as her life faded, she glimpsed his retreating form, leaving her to the silence.
When she opened her eyes again, she was no longer alive. She stood, watching her lifeless body, trapped within the palace walls, an invisible spirit, unheard and unseen. Centuries drifted by, and she watched the world change from her prison, yearning for release, but bound to the place of her death.
One night, as she looked up at the moon, her silent prayers for freedom met the sudden sound of a car's approach. She turned to see a man stepping out-a powerful, intense figure, his dark eyes piercing through the shadows. Her endless solitude shattered, as his presence stirred something deep within her, something long forgotten.
The museum was buzzing with excitement. Prerna Agarwal, a college student, walked through its grand halls . This trip was supposed to be a fun escape, but something about this place felt like it was calling to her.
The highlight of the museum was an ancient portrait that had just been uncovered. It was still being restored, with only the middle part cleaned. Prerna pushed through the crowd to get a closer look.
Her heart stopped.
The woman in the painting looked exactly like her.
The guide's voice carried through the room, explaining the story behind the portrait. "This is Princess Shivanya Maheshwari, known for her beauty and wisdom. But her life ended in betrayal. History says she was accused of treason and killed by a ruthless prince-Prithviraj Kshatriya ."
Prerna couldn't stop staring. How could someone from centuries ago look just like her?
Unable to resist, she sneaked back into the museum after hours. She made her way to the portrait .
As she stood before the painting, a strange energy filled the air. The room seemed to shift, and a sudden gust of wind surrounded her. Before she could step back, a bright light engulfed her, and everything went dark.
When Prerna opened her eyes, she wasn't in the museum anymore. she looked down at herself and gasped. She was wearing a heavy royal outfit, her arms covered in gold bangles.
She wasn't Prerna Agarwal anymore. She was Princess Shivanya Maheshwari.
Prerna remembered the tragic end the princess was supposed to face. "I won't let history repeat itself," she whispered to herself.
But things quickly became complicated.
She soon met Prithviraj Kshatriya, the prince history had labeled as her killer.He was intimidating, his sharp eyes filled with anger and mystery.
But time was running out. The tragic end she knew was approaching fast, and Prerna had to find a way to change it. Could she rewrite history and save herself? Or would she be trapped in the same fate as Princess Shivanya?