Her Dream: His Desire The first goodbye ~

The temple was burning. Flames licked the sky, turning ancient stone to ash and gold. The once-sacred halls echoed with the clash of steel, the screams of soldiers, and the crumbling of centuries-old carvings. The world was ending — or so it felt to Omkar, as he carried Gaurangi through the smoke, her body limp against his chest. Her blood painted his hands. It soaked through the white silk of her robes, bloomed across his heart like a slow death. Her breathing was shallow, uneven — a flickering candle against the storm.

OMKAR AGNIHOTRI /( ML)

"Hold on," he whispered. "Just a little longer. I’ll get you out of here. I swear it."

OMKAR AGNIHOTRI /( ML)

“Stay with me,” he whispered, brushing her hair from her face with shaking hands. “Please… please, don’t go. Not yet.”

She smiled. Even in pain, she was light. Always light.

But she shook her head faintly, her eyes fluttering open. They still shone — soft brown, filled with warmth. Her lips curved in the faintest smile, as if death itself could not make her afraid.

GAURANGI SHARMA /(FL)

“You always try to save me,” she said, voice barely above a breath.

GAURANGI SHARMA /(FL)

“You’ll find me again,” she said softly. “You always do.”

He laid her gently beneath the Bodhi tree behind the temple, where the world was quieter. Where the fires hadn't reached yet. He knelt beside her, holding her hand with both of his. The night smelled of smoke, rain, and sandalwood — the same scent she always wore.

OMKAR AGNIHOTRI /( ML)

Omkar shook his head. “Not like this. I was supposed to protect you—”

GAURANGI SHARMA /(FL)

“You did,” she interrupted, her voice like silk unraveling. “You loved me. That was always enough.”

She reached up, fingers brushing his jaw — memorizing the shape of his face one last time. Her touch was trembling, but certain.

GAURANGI SHARMA /(FL)

“Do you remember the first time we met here?” she asked.

OMKAR AGNIHOTRI /( ML)

Omkar nodded. “You threw a flower at my head and called me arrogant.”

GAURANGI SHARMA /(FL)

She laughed — soft and short, but real. “You were.”

OMKAR AGNIHOTRI /( ML)

He smiled through the tears. “Still am.”

GAURANGI SHARMA /(FL)

A single tear slipped from her eye. “I wish we had more time.”

OMKAR AGNIHOTRI /( ML)

“Don’t say that. We’ll have centuries. We’ll build a life far away from war and blood. I’ll take you anywhere. I’ll—”

GAURANGI SHARMA /(FL)

“Omkar,” she interrupted softly, “we both know this is not our time.”

OMKAR AGNIHOTRI /( ML)

He gripped her hand tighter. “Then I’ll find another time. Another life.”

GAURANGI SHARMA /(FL)

“I’ll come back,” she whispered. “But I may not remember you.” “You’ll have to remind me.”

He froze. The wind stilled. Even the fire seemed to hesitate.

OMKAR AGNIHOTRI /( ML)

His throat closed. “How?”

GAURANGI SHARMA /(FL)

“You’ll have to find me,” she continued. “You’ll have to make me fall in love with you all over again.”

GAURANGI SHARMA /(FL)

“I’ll see you in my dreams,” she said. “Even if I forget your name… even if your face fades… I’ll know you by how I feel when I’m near you.” “I’ll know you by my heart.”

OMKAR AGNIHOTRI /( ML)

His voice cracked. “How will I know it’s you?”

GAURANGI SHARMA /(FL)

“You already do.”

GAURANGI SHARMA /(FL)

“I’ll know you by how you make me feel,” she said. “Even if I forget your face… even if the world changes… I’ll know you by my heart.”

Then her hand fell. Her eyes closed. And the world fell silent. --- Omkar didn’t cry. Not at first. He held her against his chest, listening for a heartbeat that would never return, feeling her warmth fade with every second. The stars above blurred through his tears. He kissed her forehead — gently, reverently — and whispered a promise:

OMKAR AGNIHOTRI /( ML)

“I’ll find you. In every life. In every world. I’ll find you.”

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--- From the edge of the burning ruins, a shadow watched. A man in dark robes, untouched by flame, stepped forward slowly. His eyes were wide — not with sorrow, but fury. Grief. Madness

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“She chose you,” he said softly, the words curling with bitterness.

--- Later that night, when the moon finally showed her face, a voice echoed in the silence. It was not Gaurangi’s. It was not Omkar’s.

He bent over the sacred fire pit — blood from his own cut palm dripping into the flame — and whispered a curse old as time:

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“If I cannot have her… Then let you suffer as I have. Let her be born again and again… Forgetting you each time. Let you love her forever… While she never remembers your face.”

And the curse was born.

The fire roared to life, turning violet. And the curse bound itself to the stars. --- Centuries would pass. The world would change. But one thing would remain: She would dream of a man… Feel his love, his voice, his soul… But never his face. And he would wait — again, and again, and again — for the day she remembered. ---

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