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The river splashed against the steps.
"For eight years you resisted. Tonight..." the Aghori's voice lowered, "...you both bled into fire."
Shivay's eyes widened slightly.
The Aghori continued —
"Agni kabhi galat pehchaan nahi karti." Silence fell.
"But remember," the Aghori added, his tone turning darker, "when destiny awakens, it does not just bring reunion."
Shivay's heartbeat quickened.
"It brings trials."
The fire beside them flared once more — briefly crimson — before settling.
The Aghori closed his eyes again. "Prepare yourself."
"For what?"
"For the moment when running will no longer be an option."
—
Back in her room —
Adhira lay down, staring at the ceiling. Sleep didn't come easily. Every time she closed her eyes — she saw the ghat. The river. The dark sky. And a silhouette she couldn't clearly see. But she knew. She just knew. Her breathing slowed. And as sleep finally claimed her — In her dream — She was standing on the ghat again. This time —
She wasn't alone. A figure stood at the other end of the steps. Tall. Still. Facing the river. She tried to move toward him. But her feet wouldn't move.
"Turn around..." she whispered.
The wind carried her words. The figure slowly began to turn — And before she could see his face —Thunder cracked across the sky. She woke up abruptly. Her heart pounding. Outside — The first drop of rain touched the earth.
And somewhere — Shivay looked up at the same sky. Because the clouds that had gathered above her city... Had reached his too.
—
The Next Night
The rain did not stop. It fell steady. Patient. Like time washing something old awake. Shivay had not slept.
He lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, the broken red chudi pieces still resting near his bedside shrine. His bandaged palm throbbed faintly. But the pain felt distant. What unsettled him was something else. A warmth. Not outside. Inside his chest.
As if someone, somewhere, was thinking of him with equal intensity. He turned to his side. And then it happened. A sharp sting in his left wrist. He inhaled sharply and sat up. There was nothing there. No wound. No mark. But the sensation lingered. Like fingers had just gripped him.
—
Miles away.
Adhira suddenly dropped the glass of water she was holding. It shattered on the floor. Her right wrist burned. She clutched it instinctively.
"What—" There was no injury. But the warmth pulsed beneath her skin. Slow. Rhythmic. Her breathing changed. And in her mind — A flash. Not a dream. A vision. A dimly lit room. A small shrine. broken Red glass bangles resting beside a candle. She blinked. The image vanished. Her chest tightened.
"Why do I feel like I've seen that before..."
—
Back to Shivay. He stood up abruptly. The room felt unfamiliar. Like it wasn't entirely his anymore
He walked toward the mirror . And for a fraction of a second — He saw something behind him. A faint silhouette. He turned immediately. Nothing. But his heartbeat wasn't normal anymore. It wasn't racing. It was syncing. Thump. Pause. Thump. Pause.
Like it was waiting for another rhythm to match it.
—
At the same moment —
Adhira lay back on her bed. Her eyes slowly closing. And as sleep took her — The ghat appeared again. But this time — She could move.
She stepped down the stone stairs. The river was calm. The sky dark but clear. And at the last step —
He was there. Closer than before. She walked toward him. Slowly. Each step heavier than the last.
"Turn around..." she whispered again.
The figure inhaled.
And this time —
He did turn. But just as she was about to see his face —Her wrist burned again. And she looked down. A faint red thread had appeared around it.
Glowing.
Pulsing.
Connected to something ahead.
Her eyes widened. She followed the thread with her gaze. It stretched forward — And was tied to his wrist. Glowing the same deep crimson. She looked up. And for the first time — Their eyes met. Not fully clear. Not fully visible. But undeniable. Recognition. Shock. Pull.
The river behind them surged violently. The sky darkened And suddenly — The thread tightened.
Pain shot through both their wrists. Simultaneously. Shivay jerked awake in his bed. His wrist burning. He looked down.
There was nothing visible. But the sensation lingered. He whispered without meaning to —
"Adhira..."
—
Adhira woke at the same second. Her hand gripping her wrist. Tears filled her eyes. She didn't know why. She didn't know how. But the word escaped her lips —
"Shivay..." her heart was thinking that she was calling for shiv ji but her soul was destined to call someone very known someone , that was cursed
—
At the ghat. The Aghori opened his eyes. The sacred fire in front of him flickered blue... then red. He smiled faintly.
"Ab sapne alag nahi rahe."
He closed his fingers around his rudraksha beads.
"Jab atma milti hai... sharir door reh kar bhi jalte hain."
The river calmed again. But the air had changed. This was no longer coincidence. This was synchronization.
—
Back in their separate rooms. Both sat upright. Breathing heavily. Neither understanding. Neither speaking to anyone. But both knowing one thing.
This connection — Was no longer memory. It was active. Alive. And growing stronger.
The Same Night — Somewhere Else
Far from the ghat. Far from their cities. In a place where lamps were not lit for devotion — but for invocation.
An old haveli stood abandoned at the edge of a dried forest. Its walls cracked. Its silence unnatural.
Inside — A single flame burned black. Not red. Not gold. Black. And before it sat a man — unmoving. Not ash-covered like the Aghori. Not serene.
His presence was controlled. Calculated. His eyes were closed. But his fingers were dipped in something dark — drawing slow circular symbols on the stone floor.
The flame flickered. Then — it rose violently. He stopped. His eyes opened. Completely still. Completely aware.
"Hmm."
He tilted his head slightly, as if listening to something far away. The air shifted. A faint tremor passed through the flame.
"Do alag agniyon mein ek hi rakt sweekar hua hai..."
His lips curved faintly.
"So the thread has begun to burn again." He stood slowly. Walked toward the flame. Extended his palm above it.
And winced. As if the heat rejected him. His expression hardened.
"Itne janmo se buja diya ab kyu jal raha hai ..."
His jaw tightened.
" ab kyun?"
The black flame trembled again. And for a brief second —It turned crimson. His eyes darkened instantly.
"Ah."
Realisation. Not fear. Interest.
"Tapasya jag gayi hai." He walked toward a large rusted mirror placed against the wall. Placed his palm over it. The surface shimmered. Not like magic. Like distortion. And inside the reflection —
For a split second — He saw it. A faint red thread. Stretching. Across distance. Across cities. Connecting two pulses.
His voice dropped.
"Prem jab tapasya ban jaye..."
He smiled slightly.
"...toh shakti ban jata hai. And power — Attracts attention. He closed his fist slowly. And the reflection shattered. The black flame steadied.
"But every awakened force must be tested."
—
Back To Shivay He hadn't slept again. The wrist sensation hadn't faded. Instead — It felt heavier. As if something was pulling against it now. Not her. Something else. He stood near his shrine again. The candle flame flickered sideways. Not upward.
Sideways. He frowned. The room temperature dropped slightly. A whisper brushed past him. Not Adhira's. Not familiar. Colder.
"You are not the only one who hears the call."
His body stiffened.
"Kaun hai?"
Silence. But the flame shrank momentarily. As if oxygen had been stolen.
—
Miles Away — Adhira She was awake too.
Restless. She walked toward the painting. The diya was burning low now. Suddenly —
The flame thinned. Almost dying. Her chest tightened unexpectedly.
"No..." She instinctively cupped her hands around it. Protecting it. And the flame steadied.
But outside her window — The wind had changed. It wasn't gentle anymore. It felt like something circling. Watching. Her breath quickened. For the first time —
The connection didn't just feel intense. It felt threatened.
—
At The Ghat
The Aghori's eyes snapped open sharply. This time — Not calm. Alert The sacred fire before him split briefly — one side golden, one side darker.
He inhaled deeply.
" jhang suru ho gyi hai "
The river behind him grew restless again.
"Jab shakti jagti hai... to nazar bhi padti hai." His expression hardened.
"Ab khel sirf prem ka nahi raha." He looked toward the horizon. Toward the direction of that abandoned haveli.
"Ab pariksha shuru hogi."
—
Somewhere In The Haveli The man stood still. Eyes closed again. Feeling the pulse. Testing it.
He whispered softly into the dark—
"If their bond strengthens..." A pause.
"...it will undo what was sealed." His fingers tightened.
"And I did not wait years for that." The black flame behind him flared once. And this time — It did not turn red. It absorbed it
—-
Shivay hadn't slept.
But sometime between exhaustion and unrest — he slipped into something deeper than dream.
He stood at the ancient ghat again. But this time— It wasn't fragmented. It was clear. He saw himself in another lifetime .Not in modern clothes. Not as Shivay. But as a guardian. A protector of something sacred buried beneath the river temple.
And she—
She wasn't just his lover. She was the vessel. The only one whose soul frequency could unlock the seal placed on that buried force. Their love was never ordinary. It was designed. Created. By destiny itself.
But the power they unlocked together? It was too vast. It could purify. But it could also destroy. And when they first united centuries ago— The sky had split. The earth trembled. The sealed force beneath the temple had awakened halfway. Not fully released. Not fully contained.
That's when the elders intervened .Not the dark man. The elders. They had seen what their union could do. And in fear—
They placed a curse. Not on them. On their love. A vow was spoken before the sacred fire:
"Jab bhi ye do atmaein milengi..."
The fire roared violently in his vision.
"...unke milan se vinash ka dwar khulega."
Shivay felt his chest tighten in the dream "No... He saw himself arguing. Fighting it. Refusing. But the curse was sealed in blood. And the elders completed a ritual before their union could stabilize the awakened force.
The curse twisted their destiny. They would meet. They would love. But before union— Separation would always strike. In every lifetime. Not because evil wins. But because fear did.
The curse ensured . If they ever fully unite— The sealed force would break free completely.
Shivay Wakes
He gasped violently, sitting upright. Sweat covered his skin. His wrist burned again. But this time—
He heard the echo clearly.
"Tum dono ka milan... shraapit hai." His breathing became uneven.
"No..." His voice cracked. " It can't be."
" what is happening ... I don't even believe in god then why .. i am getting onnected to something i am unaware of ?? "
—
Adhira — The Other Half of the Truth Miles away—
Adhira's dream shifted too. She stood inside the ancient temple. Alone. The elders surrounding her. Fear in their eyes. Not hatred. Fear.
One of them spoke—
"Tumhari atma mein kunji hai."
She didn't understand. But she felt it. Inside her chest— A light. Not soft. Blinding. And when he entered the temple— The light intensified.
The ground shook. The river roared outside. And for a moment— Everything felt right. Complete.
But then— The chanting changed. The elders began sealing symbols around them.
She screamed—
"No!"
But the ritual was already spoken. And as the curse took hold— She saw it. A red thread binding their wrists. And black markings slowly wrapping around it. Restricting it. Twisting it.
The final words echoed:
"Prem rahega."
"But milan kabhi shant nahi hoga."
" ishq ka laal rang tumara rakt hoga "
—
She Wakes
Adhira sat up, tears streaming. Her chest hurt physically. As if something inside was being restrained. She whispered—
"Why does it feel like loving you is dangerous." She didn't even know why she said it. For whom she said it
—
The Haveli — The Dark Truth
The man stood still, sensing the revelation unfold. He smiled faintly.
"Yes..." He whispered.
"They finally remember." He was not the one who created the curse. He had simply learned to use it. Because he understood something the elders didn't. The sealed force beneath the temple?
It was not destruction. It was balance. And balance shifts power. If Shivay and Adhira ever unite fully—
The curse will break. The sealed force will awaken completely. And the structures built on fear and control— Will collapse.
That is what he fears. Not destruction. Loss of control. loss of his power , he will lose something he has captivated with himself
—
The Aghori Speaks
At the ghat, the Aghori opened his eyes slowly.
"Shraap prem par nahi tha..." He murmured.
"Shraap darr par tha."
The curse was never about punishing love. It was about containing power born from love. He looked toward the river.
"If they unite in fear..." He shook his head. "The curse wins."
"But if they unite in love ..." His gaze sharpened.
"The seal will break differently."
——-
Three days later.
Adhira was packing. Not peacefully. Not excitedly. Urgently. Her phone lay on the bed — the call still echoing in her ears.
"Uncle collapsed."
The words had drained the color from her face.
"He's stable... but you need to come home. Immediately."
India. The word felt heavier than geography. It felt like gravity. She stared at her reflection in the mirror.
Why does this feel like more than just coincidence? Her wrist burned faintly again. And somewhere deep inside —
Something whispered , Now.
—
Shivay . That same morning — Shivay had not stepped out of his house for two days. The visions had intensified. Fragments of temple bells. Fire. Her face — almost clear now. He stood near his car finally. He didn't know why he was leaving. He just knew he couldn't stay still.
The Aghori's words echoed—
" Bulava aa raha hai."
He drove without destination. But every road sign that passed felt intentional.
The Dark Force Moves Inside the haveli — The man's eyes snapped open. He felt it instantly.
"Movement." His fingers tightened.
"They are coming closer." The black flame behind him trembled violently. The curse responds when distance reduces. He whispered— "If union is inevitable... then pain must intervene."
He closed his fist. And somewhere on the highway —
Rain began. Sudden. Heavy. Blinding.
—-
Shivay's car headlights cut through the rain. His mind wasn't steady . He wasn't distracted. But he wasn't calm either. And then —
For a split second — He saw her. Standing in the middle of the road. Drenched. Still. In old cloths , the same figure he saw in dreams . Looking straight at him.
"Adhira—?!" He slammed the brakes. The car swerved violently. The illusion vanished.
But the truck coming from the opposite side did not. Impact. Metal screamed. Glass shattered. Everything went white.
—
At The Exact Same Moment Adhira stood at the airport terminal. Boarding call announced. She took one step forward — And suddenly —
Her chest tightened violently. Her breath stopped. A sharp pain shot through her shoulder. Her vision blurred. She staggered. People rushed around her.
"Ma'am? Are you okay?"
But she wasn't listening.Because inside her head —She heard it. Not a whisper. A cry. Her name. Desperate. Breaking.
"ADHIRA!" She gasped — And collapsed to her knees! Her wrist burned so intensely she cried out. The red thread. Invisible. Pulled tight.
—
Hospital — India
Rain still falling. Shivay lay unconscious. Blood at his temple. Machines steady but tense. Doctors moving quickly.
"It's a miracle he survived that impact." But miracles don't happen randomly. The curse had intervened. Not to kill. To delay. To weaken. To remind.
—
On The Flight. Adhira sat trembling in her seat. She hadn't told anyone about the pain. But she knew. Something had happened. Something is unaware about . She closed her eyes. And saw it. Broken glass. Rain. Blood. Her fingers clenched the armrest.
"Don't you dare..." she whispered under her breath. She didn't even know who she was speaking to. Him? God? Destiny? Or the curse itself?
—
The Haveli
The man stood still. Feeling the disturbance settle. A small smile curved his lips.
"Separation activated." He turned toward the black flame. "When they move toward union..."His voice lowered. "...the curse answers with chaos." But he frowned slightly.
Because the thread had not broken. It had only strained. That meant something dangerous. Their bond was stronger than before.
—
The aghori
At the ghat, the sacred fire split again — gold and crimson. The Aghori's eyes opened sharply.
"Khoon phir gira." He stood for the first time in days.
"The curse has begun defending itself." The river roared violently behind him.
"But they survived." A faint smile touched his lips.
"Achha hai." Because survival under curse pressure means— Their union is nearing inevitability.
—
Hospital corridor. Monitors beeping. Shivay's fingers twitched. And at that exact moment— Somewhere above the clouds— Adhira pressed her burning wrist against her chest. Tears sliding silently.
Her whisper carried across distance:
"Hold on." And in his unconscious state— His lips moved faintly. As if answering.
The corridor outside Shivay's ICU was heavy with silence. Machines beeped steadily inside. But outside — Fear sat on every face.
Kavya stood near the glass window, fingers trembling as she looked at her son lying unconscious.
"My son never even drives fast..." her voice broke softly. "How did this even happen?" Prithvi placed a firm hand on her shoulder. His voice was steady — but his eyes weren't.
"Accidents don't ask permission, Kavya." Abeer stood a little away. Still. Too still. His jaw clenched. "This wasn't normal."
Atharv looked at him sharply. "What do you mean?"
Abeer shook his head slowly. "Bhai doesn't lose control. Ever. Not like this."
Veer ran a hand through his hair. "Rain. Highway. It happens."
"No." Abeer's voice lowered. "Something's been off for days."
Anvi stepped closer. "Off how?"
Abeer hesitated.
"He's been... distracted. Like he's hearing something no one else can." The corridor fell silent.
Prisha folded her hands tightly. "Don't say things like that, beta."
Daksh sighed. "Let's not create stories. He needs stability around him."
But Atharv looked at Abeer carefully.
"What aren't you saying?"
Abeer swallowed. "He's been talking about destiny. About someone calling him."
Kavya turned slowly. "Someone?"
Abeer didn't answer. He didn't need to. The name lingered unspoken.
—
Inside the ICU
The lights flickered once. Barely noticeable. But the temperature in the room dropped slightly. Shivay's heart monitor beeped steady. Then —
The rhythm shifted. Not dangerously. Just... irregular. A faint shadow stretched across the far wall. Not cast by any person. The air thickened.
And in his unconscious state — Shivay's fingers twitched. His breathing changed.
The Haveli — The Attempt
The dark man stood before the black flame. "They survived impact." His expression hardened. "Then we weaken the soul." He placed both palms over the flame. Closed his eyes.
And whispered something ancient. Not loud. But binding.
—
Shivay's Subconscious Darkness. Not empty. Heavy. He stood again at the ancient temple. But this time— The red thread around his wrist was wrapped in black smoke. It tightened painfully. He tried to pull free. The smoke whispered—
"You cannot complete what was cursed." He clenched his jaw.
"Who are you?" The darkness laughed softly.
"You were separated once." The temple walls began cracking. "You will be separated again."
The smoke pulled him backward. Toward a void.
And for the first time —Shivay felt fear. Not for himself. For her.
—
Hospital — Real World
The monitor spiked suddenly. Beep—Beep—Beep- Nurse rushed in. "Doctor!"
Outside, Kavya froze. "What happened?!" Prithvi gripped the glass.
Abeer's heart dropped instantly. "I told you something's not right—"
Atharv held him back. "Calm down!"
Inside the ICU —
Shivay's body arched slightly. Not violently. But like something was pulling him from inside.
—
Somewhere Above the Clouds
Adhira jolted awake mid-flight. Her breath uneven. Her wrist burning violently. She clutched it. Tears forming instantly. "No..."
She didn't know how. But she knew. Something was attacking her soul Not physical. Something deeper. Her eyes closed tightly.
And without understanding what she was doing —
She whispered . " hey prabhu , sab theek kr dijiye "
The red thread around her wrist glowed faintly.
The black smoke in Shivay's subconscious faltered.
—
Back in the Temple Vision
The smoke tightened again. But suddenly — A faint red light appeared behind him. Warm. Familiar. The darkness hissed.
"No." The red thread brightened. Not violently. Steadily. The void trembled. Shivay felt warmth on his back. As if someone stood there. Supporting him. He whispered faintly—
"Adhira..." And the smoke cracked.
—
Hospital — The monitor stabilized. The nurse stepped back. "He's steady."
Outside —Everyone exhaled at once. Kavya broke into tears. Prisha held her tightly. Prithvi closed his eyes in silent gratitude.
Abeer leaned back against the wall — shaken.
Atharv stared at the ICU door. "That wasn't just physical trauma."
Veer frowned. "What are you saying?"
Atharv's voice dropped. "I'm saying... something tried to pull him."
—
The Haveli — Frustration
The dark man staggered slightly. The flame flared violently. Then steadied. He opened his eyes. Anger sharp.
"She intervened." His voice darkened. "The thread is resisting."
For the first time — He didn't look calm. He looked threatened. Because the curse was designed to break them through separation.
But tonight —Even unconscious —Even unaware .They held.
—
In the ICU —Shivay's fingers moved again. This time — More clearly. His lips parted faintly. And in a barely audible whisper—
"Don't come..." As if he knew danger awaited her in India. As if he was trying to protect her.As if he knew she was coming but not because of him but this time , the thread pulled , the destiny interfered
Miles away — Adhira felt the whisper in her chest.
And instead of fear —Her eyes hardened.
"I'm coming."
——
Adhira had barely steadied herself after that strange surge of pain when her phone vibrated again. Trisha.
She answered immediately. "Trish? I'm boarding—"
The voice on the other side was shaking. "Aru... don't panic, okay?"
Her heart dropped instantly. "Just tell me."
"Uncle has been admitted." Silence.
The engine noise around her blurred. "What do you mean admitted? He was stable."
"It happened suddenly. He collapsed again. They shifted him to a hospital in Vrindavan."
"Vrindavan?" Her voice almost cracked.
"Yes."
Her grip tightened on the phone. "Does maa know I'm coming?"
A pause.
"No."
Adhira closed her eyes.
"She doesn't."
"I didn't tell Ritu massi," Trisha said softly. "Uncle didn't want her to panic. And... and you know how she is."
Ritu. Strong outside. Fragile inside.
"And papa?" Adhira whispered.
"He kept asking for you before they sedated him."
Her chest tightened painfully. Ritesh. Her father. The calm anchor of her life.
"Which hospital?"
"Shree Govind Heart & Trauma Care. Vrindavan. I'm here with him." Trisha's voice softened.
"Aru... please come fast."
"I am," she breathed. "I'm already on my way."
There was a small silence. And then Trisha said quietly—
"Don't tell massi yet. Let's reach first."
Adhira nodded instinctively, even though Trisha couldn't see her.
"Okay."
She disconnected. And stared at the dark airplane window. Vrindavan. Her wrist burned faintly again- Something inside whispered—
You are going back to where it began.
—
Vrindavan — Hospital Corridor
Trisha stood outside the ICU. Alone. Like she had stood alone her entire childhood. Except this time —
She wasn't alone by fate. She had chosen this family. Ritu massi. Ritesh uncle.
They had given her warmth when the world had given her emptiness. She wiped her tears quickly before Ritu returned from speaking to the doctor.
Ritu walked toward her, trying to appear composed.
"Doctor said he's stable," she said firmly.
But her eyes were red. Trisha stepped forward and held her hand.
"He'll be okay, massi."
Ritu nodded slowly. "He was fine yesterday."
And somewhere in the hallway — A faint gust of wind passed through. Though no windows were open.
—
Back in Shivay's Hospital — Same Time
Abeer sat beside Atharv.
"I have a bad feeling," he muttered. Atharv glanced at him. "About what?"
"Like something is moving."
Veer sighed. "You've been watching too many thrillers."
But Abeer wasn't smiling. "It feels like bhai isn't the only one involved in this."
Prisha folded her arms tightly. "Bas karo, beta."
But Daksh looked thoughtful.
"Sometimes," he said slowly, "accidents are not just accidents."
Prithvi shot him a warning look. "Let's focus on his recovery."
Inside the ICU — Shivay's fingers twitched again.
And his heart rate lifted slightly. As if sensing something approaching.
—
The Haveli — Recognition The dark man stood still. Eyes closed. Feeling new ripples.
"Vrindavan..." He whispered it slowly. Interesting. Very interesting. Because Vrindavan was sacred ground. Sacred spaces weaken certain forces. But they also amplify awakened threads
He exhaled slowly.
"So the key walks into holy land ." A pause " again "
His jaw tightened.
"This will accelerate things."
—
Plane Descending
Adhira's breathing grew shallow as the flight announcement echoed. "We will be landing shortly." Her hands trembled slightly. She wasn't just anxious about her father.
There was something else. Something pulling. Like the air in India felt heavier already.
She pressed her palm over her heart." Please be okay, papa..."
But somewhere deep inside — Another whisper responded. He is closer.
She didn't understand it. But her pulse quickened.
—
Vrindavan — Outside the Temple Bells
As the car drove her from the airport toward the hospital — Temple bells rang in the distance . Soft. Sacred. The sound made her chest tighten.
She looked out of the window.
The Yamuna flowed quietly. Unaware — That not far away — In another hospital in the same land — The other half of her curse lay unconscious
Destiny had not just brought her to India. It had brought her to the same spiritual axis.
The same sacred current. The same cosmic field.
" ab hogi asli jang "
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