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.