Love Beyond Time

Unfinished Stories

Aarav and Maya stood beneath the massive banyan tree, their hands clasped together as the golden sunlight filtered through the dense canopy above. The air was thick with something neither of them could quite describe—an energy, a whisper of something long forgotten, waiting to be remembered.

Maya ran her fingers over the rough bark, a shiver running down her spine. “This is where it happened,” she murmured. “I can feel it.”

Aarav inhaled deeply, his chest tightening. He had always been a man of logic, but this—this place, this moment—felt too powerful to ignore. He closed his eyes, trying to piece together the fragments of the past that had been haunting his dreams.

And then, like a flood breaking through a dam, the memories rushed back.

The fort wasn’t in ruins anymore. It was alive with torches burning brightly, the sound of soldiers marching in the distance. The air smelled of wet earth and burning wood, and his heart pounded against his ribs.

He wasn’t Aarav anymore. He was Aryan, a warrior sworn to protect, to fight, to serve. And Maya—she wasn’t Maya. She was Meera, a noblewoman bound by duty, trapped in a world where love and choice were luxuries she could never afford.

“You shouldn’t have come back,” Meera whispered, her voice trembling as she clutched Aryan’s hands.

“I had to,” Aryan said. “I couldn’t leave you.”

Meera shook her head, tears brimming in her eyes. “They will kill you for this.”

Footsteps echoed through the fort’s stone corridors. The guards were coming.

Aryan cupped her face, his touch gentle despite the rough callouses on his hands. “I will find you,” he vowed. “In this life, in the next—no matter how many lifetimes it takes, I will find you.”

A scream. The flash of a sword.

Then, darkness.

Aarav gasped as the vision shattered, his knees nearly buckling. Maya caught him, concern etched on her face. “You saw it, didn’t you?” she whispered.

He nodded, his breathing ragged. “I remember everything.”

Maya clutched his hand tighter. “We didn’t get our ending,” she murmured. “We were torn apart before we even had a chance.”

Aarav turned to her, his jaw set with determination. “Then we finish what we started.”

Maya looked up at him, tears glistening in her eyes. “How?”

He smiled, lifting her hand to his lips. “By living the love we weren’t allowed to before.”

She let out a shaky breath, a tear slipping down her cheek. And then, for the first time in two lifetimes, their love was no longer just a memory—it was real, alive, and right in front of them.

This time, they weren’t going to lose each other.