Title: When We Remembered
Part One: The Outcast Prince
Aryan Singh Rathore at St. Elora’s Residential School—an elite hilltop boarding school for the children of tycoons, diplomats, and dynasties. Aryan didn’t advertise his bloodline. No one knew where he came from, or why he walked like a prince no one had crowned.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV6xJLasZzL
He had vitiligo. White patches bloomed across his arms and neck like old maps. The students whispered. “Leper prince,” they mocked. “Albino ghost.” But Aryan never flinched. His storm-gray eyes stared back, not with fear, but with silence deeper than revenge.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgTTcnh1isF
At night, he dreamed. Of deserts. Of battles. Of chants: Prithviraj! Prithviraj!Always—there was a girl. Her eyes veiled but unmistakably fierce. Waiting. Watching.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFGLmd6zdmx
In waking life, Aryan was bullied, shy, hidden in shame. But in dreams? He was revered. Respected. Feared. This duality began to crack something inside him. Was this delusion? Or a memory that refused to die?
Part Two: The Girl Who Spoke in Gold
Samaira Deshmukh lived in a middle-class colony in Delhi. She was seventeen, studied literature, took the metro, helped her mom run a tiffin service. Ordinary, by all means.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd5aGvpEV2M
Except—she wasn’t.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmcbg35wPxc
She once asked a grocer, “How many gold coins for potatoes?” Dead serious.She hated social media. She didn’t understand trends. She spoke like she’d stepped out of an epic.And at night—she saw fire. Women chanting. Invaders screaming. Her daughters clinging to her saree. And him. Storm-eyed. A warrior chained by destiny.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMgZmNF4QlN
She didn't just see these dreams. She felt them—through her bones and her silence.
Part Three: Collision
They met during monsoon.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPzT6Nm4xKh
She was barefoot under the rain, face turned to the sky.“You’ll catch pneumonia,” he said, dry as gravel.She opened her eyes. “It’s just rain.”“You could fall sick.”“And wearing a cape to school is completely healthy?” she grinned.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2qnZRBATP1
The storm between them was instant. But they didn’t flirt. They retreated.Teenagers afraid of what their instincts already knew.Still—every night, she crept into his dreams. And for the first time, she laughed there.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZVNT1YKqPV
He dismissed them. Just dreams, he thought. Just tricks of a lonely heart.
Part Four: The Forgotten Fire
For four months, they never exchanged names. Yet they kept meeting at the same old banyan tree.Lunches shared. Eyes met during assembly. Notes passed. But nothing spoken aloud.Until one day, she said, “I’ve seen you before.”“In a dream?” he asked.She nodded. “We’re always running. Or riding. You die in the end.”10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc9fC1ASeaS
His breath stilled.“Same dream,” he said.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ80YpNJcChz
And then they stopped speaking.Maybe it was fear. Maybe guilt.Some truths burn too close to the bone.
Part Five: The Outcast and the Rebel
He showed her his scars.“Does it hurt?” she whispered, tracing the white on his skin.“I already died once,” he said. “What’s a few insults now?”10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTLDfh5i0c7
She confessed too. About the veil she sometimes reached for.“I used to dream of waiting for a prince in a room full of mirrors.”“You don’t need saving,” he said.“No,” she replied. “But once, you did.”
Part Six: The Swayamvar Memory
It happened at a museum. A painting: Sanyogita placing a garland on Prithviraj Chauhan’s statue.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp1qro6DGxk
Samaira froze.“I’ve done this before.”Aryan clenched his fists.“I walked into a court of jackals. I garlanded a statue. They screamed. But I knew you’d come.”“I did,” he said hoarsely. “On horseback. We fled to Ajmer.”10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM7OoRRTfSt
Tears welled.“We were so young.”“We were in love.”10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfVJbt3YICz
They held hands. No words. Just grief.
Part Seven: Blood and Betrayal
“I remember my son,” she said one windy evening.“And the fire,” her voice broke. “Johar. I stepped into it with my daughters.”He blinked fast. “And I wasn’t there. I was in chains.”“I know.”“I should’ve saved you.”“You saved me now.”
Part Eight: Guilt in This Life
“I didn’t go with my dad when he left for war,” Aryan said.“There was a school play. I stayed behind. He died. I was...laughing.”10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEpAvqcYkFk
She touched his chest.“You’ve carried war longer than any soldier. Let it end here.”
Part Nine: Remembering Together
They began writing. Names. Dates. Dreams. They mapped a life they hadn’t lived, but somehow remembered.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLBY3Spnnad
“Ajmer,” Aryan whispered. “There was an underground palace.”“There was a courtyard,” she said. “You got a scar fighting ten guards.”“You remembered?”“Better than a statue ever could.”
Part Ten: The New Future
Three months later, the dreams blurred. The visions slowed.But their bond? That sharpened.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN9CpRK68cR
Aryan walked proudly, vitiligo on full display.Samaira wrote poems about fire and veils and women who burned but didn’t break.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBS7jneKRt3
They laughed. They cried less. They built fortresses out of sand, memories out of silence.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ5Wl9t0qum
“This hill,” Aryan said one day, “is where I’d build our palace.”She smiled. “Let’s start with a shack. Rent’s insane.”10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4r1YOqcAg8
They laughed. Really laughed.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡakjI1BphBp
“This time, we live,” she said.He nodded. “This time, we get it right.”
Part Eleven: Full Circle
Rain fell again. They stood under the banyan tree.“I remembered something else,” she said.“You used to write me letters. On palm leaves.”10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtWABSqI9tV
Aryan pulled out a notebook. “I never stopped.”10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBaKfh7PkG0
She opened it. Pages filled with handwriting. Dreams. Battles. Kisses.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeMihWo1VpW
“I love you,” she whispered.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbn6XdaRwES
And then came the truth.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoLHHGD3LGd
“Maybe I was just a fangirl,” she said, “infatuated with a hero I didn’t know. We were married for barely two years. You were always at war. You had other wives. Where was the love?”10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRFWfpPQpcT
Aryan looked at her, eyes steady.“And maybe I only loved your legend. Not you. Maybe it wasn’t love. Just hunger. Ego. Escape.”10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3viyRetU5F
A long pause.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtRIOVwhqrM
“In our last life, we loved without knowing each other.”“In this one, we knew each other—and realized... maybe that wasn’t love at all.”10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp2EuHeQauH
They didn’t kiss.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSt2lxYGuPJ
They held hands, just for a moment.Then let go.10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb45QukndKi
They chose to walk away. Not in pain. Not in bitterness. But in truth.
Final Line
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10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9QcX6DIs7nns216.73.216.82da2"To truly love someone," she wrote later, "you must know them. Memory isn’t love. Longing isn’t love. Recognition isn’t love.Only awareness is."10Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzYoKVNtK1H
