Love Beyond Time

The Pieces Begin to Fit

The city felt different after that night. The same streets, the same cafes, the same sea breeze that had always been familiar—yet something had shifted between them. It was as if the past had bled into the present, making everything feel heavier, more meaningful.

Aarav and Maya couldn’t stop thinking about the vision. The banyan tree. The name Meera. The love that had been torn apart before it could find its ending.

Aarav had never been a believer in fate, but this? This was impossible to ignore.

“You know,” he said one afternoon as they sat by the beach, their hands intertwined, “if we really were in love in another life, I want to know more.”

Maya turned to him, studying his face. “You mean, you want to find out what happened to us?”

He nodded. “We’ve come this far. And I can’t shake the feeling that there’s more. That maybe knowing how it ended back then will help us understand… us.”

Maya hesitated for a moment, then said, “I think I might know where to start.”

The next morning, they drove out of Mumbai, leaving the chaotic traffic and city noise behind. Maya had spent the entire night researching, piecing together historical clues that matched what they had seen in their visions.

“There’s an old fort near Pune,” she explained as they drove down the winding roads. “It’s been abandoned for years, but there are records of it being a stronghold during the Maratha era. And guess what?” She turned to Aarav, her eyes shining with excitement. “There was a legend about a forbidden love story tied to it.”

Aarav raised an eyebrow. “You’re telling me we’re in a real history book?”

She smiled. “Not exactly a book, but old folklore. A warrior who fell in love with a noblewoman. A love that wasn’t meant to survive.”

Aarav felt a strange pull in his chest. A warrior. A noblewoman. It was eerily close to what they had seen in their visions.

They reached the fort by late afternoon. It stood on a hill, its stone walls worn by time but still towering against the sky. The moment Aarav stepped onto the ancient ground, something inside him stirred—an unexplainable familiarity, like coming home to a place he had never been before.

Maya took his hand. “Do you feel it?” she whispered.

He nodded, unable to find the right words.

They walked through the ruins, past broken archways and crumbling walls, until they reached a courtyard overgrown with wildflowers. And there, at the center, stood a massive banyan tree—its roots deep, its branches stretching toward the heavens.

Maya gasped. “It’s the tree.”

Aarav’s heartbeat pounded in his ears. This was it. This was where it had all happened.

He could almost hear echoes of the past—the clashing of swords, the hurried whispers of two lovers stealing moments they weren’t allowed to have. He turned to Maya, his breath unsteady.

“What if this is where we were separated?” he asked. “What if this is where… it ended?”

Maya swallowed hard. “Then maybe this time, we can rewrite it.”

They stood there, staring at the ancient tree, two souls reconnecting across centuries. Neither of them knew what would come next, but one thing was certain—this time, they were meant to find their ending together.