Prolog
Month of August
It was a suffocating evening. Ominous, dark clouds draped the sky over Bengaluru, and the air was heavy with the imminent threat of rain.
A young man stood there, a figure of striking contrasts. His black hair and black eyes held a depth like an abyss, yet his fair skin seemed to absorb the fading light. He was a commanding six feet tall, dressed simply in a blue t-shirt, jeans, and Puma shoes.
His name was Aarav. He was a dedicated MBA student at Christ University, a beneficiary of academic excellence. His roots were deeply humble: his father was a farmer, and he had been orphaned of his mother at the tender age of six. The cause of her death remained a painful, unspoken mystery; any question about her would draw a thick, impenetrable silence from his father.
From childhood, Aarav had been relentlessly hardworking, excelling in both academics and sports. His excellent results earned him a cascade of scholarships, ensuring he never had to depend on his father's meager income for his education. His singular focus was his dream of building his own business empire, a goal that brought him to this bustling city.
Aarav was walking along the flyover, his eyes reflecting a quiet gentleness, a faint, soft smile lingering on his face.
Just ahead, bathed in the glow of a nearby streetlamp, was his sole focus: a twenty-one-year-old girl, deeply immersed in a phone call. Aarav followed her, his gaze locked on her, never daring to leave her for even a second.
She possessed silky, smooth long hair that flowed like liquid silk, pearl-like eyes that seemed to hold a pure, translucent light, and jade-like skin that appeared flawless. To Aarav, she was nothing less than an angel who had descended from heaven.
Her name was Ayushi.
She was a classmate of Aarav's, a native of Bengaluru from a small, modest family—her father worked as a watchman, and her mother was a tailor.
Seeing her profile, framed by the darkening sky, Aarav felt a sudden, electric surge of courage. He had to tell her the secret he carried in his heart.
He took a determined step.
Just as he was about to speak, an earth-shattering sound—the high-pitched, desperate screech of failing brakes—ripped through the air. A massive truck, overloaded and careening, swerved toward them, its horn a frantic, despairing bellow. It was impossible to avoid.
"No!" Aarav's scream was lost to the wind.
He tried to sprint, a futile, desperate lunge, but he couldn't save her in time.
With a deafening boom, the truck slammed into Ayushi. She was flung through the air, coughing thick, scarlet blood. The truck, unbalanced and defeated by its momentum, lost its grip and plummeted from the flyover in a catastrophic roar.
Aarav's world narrowed instantly. His focus was only on Ayushi. He didn't even register the truck's demise.
He dropped to his knees before her broken body. A crushing weight of emotion—regret, anger, guilt—enveloped him, heavy and suffocating. Seeing her mangled, bloody form, hot tears streamed down his face.
"I am useless. I couldn't save you. I am incapable," he whispered, his voice raw with self-hatred.
He smiled bitterly, then took her cold, trembling hand and placed it over the frantic drumbeat of his own heart. He forced his eyes to meet hers, holding her gaze with all the sincerity he possessed.
"Ayushi, do you know? The first time I saw you, my heart was moved by your beauty, your pure heart, your elegance. Ayushi, I love you".
He pulled her into his arms, cradling her gently. His voice broke as he made his final vow: "Our love is eternal, like the sun, the moon, and the stars in the universe".
Holding her, he rose to stand at the very edge of the flyover. His grip tightened around her lifeless form. Looking up at the bleak, unforgiving sky, he whispered, "Ayushi, I cannot live without you. Wait for me. I will join you in heaven".
He looked at her face one last time, engraving every detail onto his soul. Without a moment's pause, without a second thought, he jumped from the flyover with her in his arms.
Cosmic Intervention
Somewhere in the universe, inside a majestic palace, a grand and luxurious hall shimmered with impossible light. Upon a towering throne sat a simple-looking young man, yet he exuded a power that warped the very fabric of space.
"My insight into space-time power has reached a new level," the being murmured, his voice echoing with cosmic authority. "You will become my experimental subject. This is also your second chance. This time, don't hide your love. Protect her. Her destiny is in your hands".
He smiled mysteriously.
And so, the story begins