Eight hundred years later?
Steel clashed on steel in a dimly lit room. Surya Pratap fought with the desperation of a cornered animal. His opponent was relentless, each blow carrying the weight of centuries. Just when defeat seemed inevitable, a figure materialized, a young woman with eyes like molten gold. She intervened, deflecting a fatal blow. Karan jolted awake, his heart hammering against his ribs.
A voice, distorted and angry, echoed in his head. It was a sound he knew all too well, a sound that filled him with a primal dread. He clamped his hands over his ears. And scream so loudly by this voice a young man come to his room
"Karan! What's wrong, dude?"
He jerked his hands away, blinking in the morning light. Abhay stood beside his bed, concern etched on his face.
"Nothing," Karan mumbled, pushing himself up. "Just? the dream."
Abhay sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "Dude, again with that dream? You've been having them for years."
"I know," Karan snapped, rubbing his temples. The images were still vivid, the weight of the sword on his back, the chilling voice in the darkness.
"Why don't you go to a doctor? Get checked out? These dreams are messing you up. You're obsessed with digging through ancient history. Don't you ever get bored?" Abhay plopped down on the bed. Karan glared at his friend. "It's not a hobby, Abhay. It's? I don't know. It feels like I'm supposed to do this."
"Do what? Become an expert on your imagine Sayola Kingdom? Dude, there is no kingdom in history name of sayola kingdom. It's just legends and dusty books." Abhay said. "Legends have a basis in truth," Karan muttered, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. "I feel it. Something happened there. Something? important." "Okay, fine, important," Abhay conceded, throwing his hands up. "But what's that got to do with you? You're a twenty-year-old college student, not some reincarnation of a long-dead prince."
Karan get up from is bed and start folding its blanket, abhay :- hey genius what your plane for today karan: nothing i am going to liabrary for some research
The old library loomed like a forgotten fortress, its stone walls thick with ivy, the windows dust-covered and grimy. Inside, the scent of aged paper and leather mingled with the faint echo of whispers. Karan, hunched over a table cluttered with books, barely noticed the flicker of the overhead lights. His fingers danced over the pages of a dusty tome, searching for the secret whispers of India's ancient past.
"Hey, genius! You actually planning to eat today?" Abhay's voice cut through the silence, light and teasing, like a breeze on a hot day. Karan looked up, his dark hair falling into his eyes. "If you bring me food, I'll consider it." "Consider it? You're going to need to do more than consider it." Abhay plopped a takeout container on the table, the aroma of spicy paneer wafting into Karan's space. "I've got a theory. You're part vampire, part bookworm. How else do you survive in this library?" Karan chuckled, shaking his head. "I'll have you know, I prefer the term 'intellectual hermit.'" "Right. Because that sounds way cooler." Abhay rolled his eyes, but a grin spread across his face. "So, what's the big find today? Secrets of the ancient world? Lost treasures?" Karan straightened, a glimmer of excitement sparking in his eyes. "Actually, I stumbled upon a mention of Sayola Kingdom. You know, the one from the legends? Some historians think it might have been real."
"Sayola? The one with the prince and the sister who was supposedly a warrior?" Abhay leaned forward, interest piqued. "What about them?"
"They were said to have fought against an great war and betrayed by its peoples. here's a whole theory about their downfall being linked to betrayal." Karan flipped the page, revealing an intricate illustration of a prince on a magnificent steed. "Surya Pratap, the prince, was a genius strategist. If he existed, he might have had a vision beyond his time." "Or a really good astrologer," Abhay quipped, leaning back in his chair. "You know, like that Guru Vishwa guy. He's supposed to have predicted their doom or something." "Exactly!" Karan's eyes lit up. "But no one can seem to find solid evidence. They just - vanished. Like ghosts." "Speaking of ghosts," Abhay said, smirking, "are you planning another midnight adventure? I still can't believe you talked me into that abandoned fort last week." "Come on, it was thrilling! I captured a ghost!" Karan's voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "I swear, it mentioned something about the kingdom's secrets. It was so excited to share. I just need to find a way to translate its message." "Or you could just eat your paneer and live like a normal person." Abhay shook his head, a mix of admiration and exasperation in his tone. "But no, you've got to chase after ghosts and lost kingdoms." Karan shrugged, taking a bite of the food Abhay had brought. "Normal is boring, Abhay." "Fair point. But while you're chasing phantoms, I've got a real-life problem." Abhay leaned in, his expression serious. "My dad is pushing me to join the family business. He wants me to work in finance, but I want to - " "Be a historian?" Karan interrupted, his brow furrowing. "You've got to stand up for yourself, man." "I know. But it's not that easy," Abhay sighed. "They don't understand. They see history as a waste of time. They think I'll never be successful." "Success isn't just about money," Karan said earnestly. "It's about passion. You've got to follow your heart. You know that." "Yeah, but can I pay my rent with passion?" Abhay countered, frustration creeping into his voice. "And what if I'm just not good enough?" "Hey, don't say that. You're brilliant. You've got the same fire as me, maybe even more." Karan leaned back, a determined look on his face. "And besides, what if we found something big? Something that could change everything?" Abhay raised an eyebrow, skepticism painted on his features. "Like what? A treasure that'll make us millionaires?" "Or evidence of Sayola's existence! If we can prove it, it could change how people view history. You could write about it. We could do it together." Karan's voice rose with enthusiasm. "Together, huh?" Abhay's smile returned, but it was laced with doubt. "You really think we can pull something like that off?" "Why not? We've solved mysteries before." Karan's gaze shifted to the dark corners of the library as if he could sense the spirits of the past hovering nearby. "This is just the next chapter." "Alright, but if we end up chased by ghosts again, I'm holding you responsible." Abhay laughed, shaking his head. "Deal!" Karan grinned, excitement bubbling within him. "Let's meet tonight. I'll bring the ghost-hunting gear." "Oh great, just what I need. Ghosts and my parents nagging me about my future." Abhay rolled his eyes, but the anticipation in his voice was undeniable. "Fine. But I'm bringing snacks." "Snacks? You're really going to need them if we're going to the old fort again." Karan's eyes twinkled with mischief. "You know it's haunted, right?
Steel clashed on steel in a dimly lit room. Surya Pratap fought with the desperation of a cornered animal. His opponent was relentless, each blow carrying the weight of centuries. Just when defeat seemed inevitable, a figure materialized, a young woman with eyes like molten gold. She intervened, deflecting a fatal blow. Karan jolted awake, his heart hammering against his ribs.
A voice, distorted and angry, echoed in his head. It was a sound he knew all too well, a sound that filled him with a primal dread. He clamped his hands over his ears. And scream so loudly by this voice a young man come to his room
"Karan! What's wrong, dude?"
He jerked his hands away, blinking in the morning light. Abhay stood beside his bed, concern etched on his face.
"Nothing," Karan mumbled, pushing himself up. "Just? the dream."
Abhay sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "Dude, again with that dream? You've been having them for years."
"I know," Karan snapped, rubbing his temples. The images were still vivid, the weight of the sword on his back, the chilling voice in the darkness.
"Why don't you go to a doctor? Get checked out? These dreams are messing you up. You're obsessed with digging through ancient history. Don't you ever get bored?" Abhay plopped down on the bed. Karan glared at his friend. "It's not a hobby, Abhay. It's? I don't know. It feels like I'm supposed to do this."
"Do what? Become an expert on your imagine Sayola Kingdom? Dude, there is no kingdom in history name of sayola kingdom. It's just legends and dusty books." Abhay said. "Legends have a basis in truth," Karan muttered, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. "I feel it. Something happened there. Something? important." "Okay, fine, important," Abhay conceded, throwing his hands up. "But what's that got to do with you? You're a twenty-year-old college student, not some reincarnation of a long-dead prince."
Karan get up from is bed and start folding its blanket, abhay :- hey genius what your plane for today karan: nothing i am going to liabrary for some research
The old library loomed like a forgotten fortress, its stone walls thick with ivy, the windows dust-covered and grimy. Inside, the scent of aged paper and leather mingled with the faint echo of whispers. Karan, hunched over a table cluttered with books, barely noticed the flicker of the overhead lights. His fingers danced over the pages of a dusty tome, searching for the secret whispers of India's ancient past.
"Hey, genius! You actually planning to eat today?" Abhay's voice cut through the silence, light and teasing, like a breeze on a hot day. Karan looked up, his dark hair falling into his eyes. "If you bring me food, I'll consider it." "Consider it? You're going to need to do more than consider it." Abhay plopped a takeout container on the table, the aroma of spicy paneer wafting into Karan's space. "I've got a theory. You're part vampire, part bookworm. How else do you survive in this library?" Karan chuckled, shaking his head. "I'll have you know, I prefer the term 'intellectual hermit.'" "Right. Because that sounds way cooler." Abhay rolled his eyes, but a grin spread across his face. "So, what's the big find today? Secrets of the ancient world? Lost treasures?" Karan straightened, a glimmer of excitement sparking in his eyes. "Actually, I stumbled upon a mention of Sayola Kingdom. You know, the one from the legends? Some historians think it might have been real."
"Sayola? The one with the prince and the sister who was supposedly a warrior?" Abhay leaned forward, interest piqued. "What about them?"
"They were said to have fought against an great war and betrayed by its peoples. here's a whole theory about their downfall being linked to betrayal." Karan flipped the page, revealing an intricate illustration of a prince on a magnificent steed. "Surya Pratap, the prince, was a genius strategist. If he existed, he might have had a vision beyond his time." "Or a really good astrologer," Abhay quipped, leaning back in his chair. "You know, like that Guru Vishwa guy. He's supposed to have predicted their doom or something." "Exactly!" Karan's eyes lit up. "But no one can seem to find solid evidence. They just - vanished. Like ghosts." "Speaking of ghosts," Abhay said, smirking, "are you planning another midnight adventure? I still can't believe you talked me into that abandoned fort last week." "Come on, it was thrilling! I captured a ghost!" Karan's voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "I swear, it mentioned something about the kingdom's secrets. It was so excited to share. I just need to find a way to translate its message." "Or you could just eat your paneer and live like a normal person." Abhay shook his head, a mix of admiration and exasperation in his tone. "But no, you've got to chase after ghosts and lost kingdoms." Karan shrugged, taking a bite of the food Abhay had brought. "Normal is boring, Abhay." "Fair point. But while you're chasing phantoms, I've got a real-life problem." Abhay leaned in, his expression serious. "My dad is pushing me to join the family business. He wants me to work in finance, but I want to - " "Be a historian?" Karan interrupted, his brow furrowing. "You've got to stand up for yourself, man." "I know. But it's not that easy," Abhay sighed. "They don't understand. They see history as a waste of time. They think I'll never be successful." "Success isn't just about money," Karan said earnestly. "It's about passion. You've got to follow your heart. You know that." "Yeah, but can I pay my rent with passion?" Abhay countered, frustration creeping into his voice. "And what if I'm just not good enough?" "Hey, don't say that. You're brilliant. You've got the same fire as me, maybe even more." Karan leaned back, a determined look on his face. "And besides, what if we found something big? Something that could change everything?" Abhay raised an eyebrow, skepticism painted on his features. "Like what? A treasure that'll make us millionaires?" "Or evidence of Sayola's existence! If we can prove it, it could change how people view history. You could write about it. We could do it together." Karan's voice rose with enthusiasm. "Together, huh?" Abhay's smile returned, but it was laced with doubt. "You really think we can pull something like that off?" "Why not? We've solved mysteries before." Karan's gaze shifted to the dark corners of the library as if he could sense the spirits of the past hovering nearby. "This is just the next chapter." "Alright, but if we end up chased by ghosts again, I'm holding you responsible." Abhay laughed, shaking his head. "Deal!" Karan grinned, excitement bubbling within him. "Let's meet tonight. I'll bring the ghost-hunting gear." "Oh great, just what I need. Ghosts and my parents nagging me about my future." Abhay rolled his eyes, but the anticipation in his voice was undeniable. "Fine. But I'm bringing snacks." "Snacks? You're really going to need them if we're going to the old fort again." Karan's eyes twinkled with mischief. "You know it's haunted, right?
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