Prologue

In the cosmos,

where stars are born

and extinguished,

hope weaves

its own constellations.

Dhruv and Tara,

their souls entangled

across lifetimes,

dance in stardust,

their love transcending

mortal boundaries.

They touch fingertips,

whispering promises

across the time.

Hope, like gravity,

pulls them together

an unseen force that defies entropy.

They seek each other

in the warmth of distant suns

a cosmic heartbeat

that echoes through eternity.

Love,

like the stars,

burns brighter in the darkness,

forever reaching toward infinity.

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In the grand halls of Damsingh's palace, exuded opulence and elegance. The palace, with its intricate carvings and majestic architecture, stood as a testament to the family's legacy.

Little Pratap, a lively 5-year-old, was playing hide-and-seek with his friend Tara, a cheerful 3-year-old, amidst the sprawling gardens filled with blooming flowers and fountains.

Nearby, in a beautifully decorated courtyard, Damsingh and Suryakant, their fathers, sat on plush cushions, enjoying a cup of tea and watching their children play.

Damsingh smiled at the children. "Look at them, Surya. They get along so well. It's like they've known each other forever."

Suryakant nodded. "Indeed, Damsingh. They are inseparable."

Damsingh peered thoughtfully. "Surya, what if we formalize this bond? What if Pratap and Tara get married when they grow up?"

Suryakant smiled. "That's an interesting idea. Our families have always been close. This would only strengthen our bond. But let's leave it to the kids, they can decide what to do once they grow up."

"Well, in our family, whatever the head decides, is final." Damsingh twisted his moustache.

"Not that my daughter won't listen to me but I want her to enjoy her childhood without being burdened by this decision. I hope you understand." Suryakant looked at his angel laughing as she chased a butterfly.

Damsingh held out his hand. "Alright. When the time is right, we'll think about their wedding."

The two fathers shook hands with a sense of joy and anticipation. Meanwhile, Pratap and Tara continued to play, blissfully unaware of the future plans being made for them.

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Twenty Years Later

The anklets jingled as she ran across the crystal hallways, reflecting and refracting light in a kaleidoscope of colors. The floors seemed to ripple like water.

The walls and ceilings were embellished with beautiful frescoes and murals. The soft murmur of voices telling tales of love, bravery, and magic.

A sword twisted through her body. Loud screams echoed in the grand hallways as the floor drenched in blood.

She woke up panting. Sweat beads formed on her forehead, her hand trembled as she reached for the glass of water. A knot in her stomach deepened with fear. She was tired of this recurring nightmare.

With trembling hands she dialled a number.

"Hello, you've reached the help /ine. My name is Dhruv. How can I help you?" A silky smooth, kind voice answered.

Tara felt relieved hearing his voice. "I... I don't know if I can do this anymore. But I don't wanna die."

Dhruv continued in his empathetic voice. "I'm really sorry you're feeling this way. I'm here to listen and support you."

Tara held back her tears. "It's just... everything. I don't understand it."

"It's okay to feel overwhelmed. You're not alone in this. "

"Will you answer whenever I call?" She asked, wiping her tears.

"I will try. Remember, it's okay to ask for help. You're taking a brave step by reaching out today. Let's take this one step at a time."

Tara took a deep breath. "Just keep talking, please."

Dhruv smiled. "I'm glad to hear that. We can keep talking for as long as you need. You're important, and your feelings matter. Let's work together to find some ways to make things feel a bit more manageable."

"Sounds good."

"Small steps can make a big difference. And remember, I'm here for you anytime you need to talk."

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