Arjun woke up with a start, his heart racing. The ceiling of his room was gone, replaced by a sky that shimmered with colors he had never seen before, like a magical river flowing through the heavens.
"Arjun…"
A soft, distant voice whispered his name, sending a thrill through him.
He looked at his wrist. A faint, glowing mark had appeared, one that had never been there before. Seven nights, the same dream—but tonight felt different—closer, more urgent, more alive.
Arjun steadied himself, feeling the mark pulse with a strange energy, awakening something powerful and magnetic within him.
A warm presence brushed past his shoulder, and he knew—he was no longer alone.
With this mark, his life would never be the same again.
Arjun's mysterious charm and the start of a magical romance had begun..