beyond the Dreams :the past is not what it seems

Chapter 2: the mysterious Author

I settled into my plush seat on the private jet, the soft hum of the engines lulling me into a state of relaxation. In my hand, I held the book "The Lost History" by Mahira Sengupta. As I delved deeper into the pages, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. How did she know so much about me, about my kingdom, and about my thoughts?

With each turned page, my surprise grew. Mahira's writing was as if she had been by my side throughout my journey, witnessing every battle, every decision, and every thought. It was as if she had access to my innermost thoughts, my deepest fears, and my greatest triumphs. She seemed to possess a knowledge that bordered on the supernatural. I felt like I was reading my own biography, written by someone who knew me better than I knew myself.

As the jet soared through the skies, I became increasingly consumed by the book. I couldn't put it down, my eyes devouring every word, every sentence, every paragraph. Mahira's writing was like a window into my past, a past that I thought was long buried.

But how did she know all of this? Who was this Mahira Sengupta, and what was her connection to me, to my kingdom, and to my history? I couldn't wait to find out.

As the jet began its descent into Indian airspace, I closed the book, my mind reeling with questions and doubts. I was about to land in a country that held secrets about my past, secrets that I was eager to uncover.
As I finished the book, I couldn't shake off the feeling that Mahira was more than just an author, more than just a historical fiction writer.

Just then, my assistant handed me a file. "What's this?" I asked.

"Information on Mahira Sengupta," he replied. "Her birth records, education, friends, and present situation. Everything you need to know about her, Sir ."

I took the file and began to study it. Mahira was born in an orphanage, but she didn't let her circumstances define her. She excelled in school, was a topper, and earned a scholarship to one of the best colleges. She graduated at the top of her class and went on to own an expensive flat and car. Despite her luxury, she was simple yet classy and elegant. She was kind but also very smart, seeming to know just what people were thinking.

What struck me as odd was that there were no photos of her on the internet. She had kept everything private, as if she was hiding from the world.

As I delved deeper into the file, I realized that Mahira's life was full of contradictions. She was a private person, yet she had written a book that revealed secrets about me and my kingdom. She was kind and elegant, yet she seemed to be hiding something. I couldn't help but wonder what her motives were, and what she wanted from me.

Just then, my assistant spoke up again. "Sir, I have some more information. There's going to be a fan meet tomorrow for her book, and her millions of fans are requesting her presence. She's going to come into the spotlight for the first time and make her social media accounts public for her fans."

I raised an eyebrow, surprised by the news. "She's that popular?"

"Yes, sir," my assistant replied. "She's a legend in her industry. They call her a time traveler because of the way she writes. It's like going to another era."

I couldn't believe it. Mahira Sengupta was a sensation, and I had no idea. I felt like I was living in a bubble, unaware of the world outside my kingdom.

As the jet landed in India, I knew that I had to meet Mahira, to confront her about the secrets she had uncovered and the secrets she seemed to be keeping. Little did I know, our meeting would change our destiny forever.

As the jet landed, I could see a fleet of six cars waiting for me on the tarmac, surrounded by a team of heavily armed guards. It was a sight that never failed to impress, a testament to my power and influence. My company, The King of Times, had branches all over India, and I had a reputation for being a shrewd businessman and a ruthless leader.

As I stepped off the jet, the guards snapped to attention, their eyes scanning the surrounding area for any potential threats. My assistant, Kevin, was by my side, his eyes fixed on me as he briefed me on the schedule for the day.

"Sir, you have a meeting with the CEO of Tata Industries at 10 am, followed by a lunch meeting with the Prime Minister at 1 pm. And, of course, the fans meet with Mahira Sengupta at 3 pm."

My eyes lit up at the mention of Mahira's name. I was more excited to meet her than anyone else on my schedule. I had heard so much about her writing and her dedication to her craft. I was eager to see if she was as captivating in person as she was on paper.

"Kevin, make sure the car is ready to take me to the fan meet as soon as I'm done with the Prime Minister," I instructed, my voice firm but eager.

"Yes, sir," Kevin replied, his eyes never leaving mine.

As we made our way to the cars, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. I had built my empire from scratch, using my intelligence and cunning to outmaneuver my competitors. And now, I was one of the most powerful men in India, with a reputation that struck fear into the hearts of my enemies.

But I didn't want anyone to call me by my name. I preferred to be referred to as "sir" or "The King." It was a quirk, I knew, but it was one that I insisted upon.

We drove through the city, the guards surrounding us like a protective shield. I gazed out the window, taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling metropolis. Mumbai was a city that never slept, a place where dreams were made and broken every day.

As we approached the first meeting, I could feel my adrenaline starting to surge. I was a man who thrived on pressure, who reveled in the challenge of the unknown. And today, I was ready to take on whatever challenges came my way.

But my mind kept wandering back to Mahira. I couldn't wait to meet her, to see if she was as captivating in person as she was on paper. I had a feeling that our meeting would be something special, something that would change the course of my life forever.