Trauma Took Everything -But Not Him

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.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpEz8PCZOQz
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.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFIHI4qijN5
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.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMNqeWB154I
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.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjsd90ZVqiM
Except—she wasn’t.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGbPfrtLRgk
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.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcElCbFCIQe
She didn't just see these dreams. She felt them—through her bones and her silence.

Part Three: Collision

They met during monsoon.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKqKcP45d0B
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.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3ARUyxc7Ty
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.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMlJRtxk0lm
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.”9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWtVohJAI2I
His breath stilled.“Same dream,” he said.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhBJexv8lfX
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?”9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxsecrohUkg
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.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiVOhV0S8LM
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.”9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJxfjEol3KR
Tears welled.“We were so young.”“We were in love.”9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7pfeGRzELZ
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.”9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoWpc127dzd
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.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ10J3V3Vi96
“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.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡODKiYsY9kO
Aryan walked proudly, vitiligo on full display.Samaira wrote poems about fire and veils and women who burned but didn’t break.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIK24cxEHi2
They laughed. They cried less. They built fortresses out of sand, memories out of silence.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGEWAI2b8WC
“This hill,” Aryan said one day, “is where I’d build our palace.”She smiled. “Let’s start with a shack. Rent’s insane.”9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCxHBJZzFt7
They laughed. Really laughed.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp2q4qE4GJv
“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.”9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIlrswMx9zu
Aryan pulled out a notebook. “I never stopped.”9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNb9O4DfSyY
She opened it. Pages filled with handwriting. Dreams. Battles. Kisses.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYkgsntw7d9
“I love you,” she whispered.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4q4xEdyvSw
And then came the truth.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxoSB4FDWk3
“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?”9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUrpeGvEn7I
Aryan looked at her, eyes steady.“And maybe I only loved your legend. Not you. Maybe it wasn’t love. Just hunger. Ego. Escape.”9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFeDRFiWTI3
A long pause.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡA7KOqzJJeU
“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.”9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDhO8A4x98D
They didn’t kiss.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLA6jQTUlCA
They held hands, just for a moment.Then let go.9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2t17euryAs
They chose to walk away. Not in pain. Not in bitterness. But in truth.

Final Line

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"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."9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3qPR9NJLa6

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