The drive back from the fort was quiet, but it wasn’t the silence of uncertainty. It was the silence of two souls trying to process what they had just unearthed—their past, their love, their unfinished story.
Maya rested her head against the car window, watching the trees blur past. Everything felt different now. The love she felt for Aarav had always been deep, but knowing they had once loved and lost each other in another lifetime made it feel… infinite.
Aarav, one hand on the wheel, glanced at her. “You’re too quiet. What’s going on in that overthinking mind of yours?”
She smiled softly. “I was just… wondering about us. About how fate keeps pulling us back together.”
Aarav’s fingers tightened around the steering wheel. “Maybe fate gave us a second chance to get it right.”
Maya turned to look at him. “Do you think we’re still bound by the past? That maybe… something is still left unfinished?”
Aarav considered her words. “We already changed one thing,” he said. “Last time, I had to leave you behind. This time, I won’t.”
His certainty sent warmth flooding through her. She reached across and intertwined her fingers with his. “Then let’s make sure this time, we don’t leave anything incomplete.”
A week later, they stood beneath the same banyan tree. But this time, it wasn’t just about remembering the past—it was about reclaiming their future.
Maya wore a simple red saree, the fabric flowing in the evening breeze. Aarav stood before her, holding her hands, looking at her as if she was the most precious thing he had ever known.
“We’ve already lost each other once,” he murmured. “I’m not letting that happen again.”
Maya swallowed, her eyes glistening. “Neither am I.”
Aarav pulled a small ring from his pocket, its silver band simple yet elegant. “I don’t need a grand proposal. I just need you.” His voice softened. “Will you choose me in this life, Maya?”
Tears slipped down Maya’s cheeks, but they weren’t from sadness. They were from the overwhelming realization that they had been given something rare—a love that transcended time.
“Yes,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “In this life and every life after.”
As Aarav slipped the ring onto her finger, a gust of wind rustled through the banyan tree, as if the universe itself was bearing witness to their promise. The past no longer held them captive.
This time, they had won.
And this time, they would love without fear, without barriers—without time itself standing in their way.