Sita tried to stop it.
Tried to shake off this foolish idea.
But when she closed her eyes,she still found him.
She smiled in sleep now.
Walked quieter. Waited by the post more than needed.
She wouldn't call it love.
Not yet. But she had stopped writing out of duty.
Now, it was longing.
Ram stopped pretending.
That girl in his dream was the same girl whose letters he read.
And now, even without those letters…she still came.
But then came the strange silence.
One night, there was no dream.
No snow.No Sita.
Only… noise.War.
He was stationed in a place where lives were fragile, and time didn't pause for dreams.
He stayed up, haunted not by what he saw but by what he didn't.
Where was she?
That night, as his eyes finally gave up the fight, the dream returned.
But this time, it changed.
The snow faded, and a forest appeared.
From the trees, a giant of a man emerged warm eyes, wilder spirit.
Ram felt his heart skip a beat.
Bheem.
Another name his soul remembered before his mind ever could.
Meanwhile, Sita's dream was different too.
Ram was still there but behind him stood the same wild figure.
The one from the vision Ram just had.
Two dreams. One moment.
Their memories began to bleed into each other's worlds.
Not just romance.Not just love.
Something bigger.
A past life.A shared fight.A bond forged in fire and freedom.
Back in her chamber,
Sita sat by the train window.
Tears blurred the paper
as she wrote one line to him:
"If fate wills, I'll be on this train Friday.I hope you come."
Ram, still reeling from the vision of Bheem,
read her letter with a thundering heart.
He didn't hesitate.
He packed his bag.And whispered
"This time, I will meet you before the dream ends."