beyond the Dreams :the past is not what it seems

chapter 3: Mahira's Dreams

I woke up with a start, my heart racing as I tried to catch my breath. The dream had been so vivid, so real. I could still see him in my mind's eye, King Veeraj, standing tall and proud, his piercing eyes gazing into mine.

But it wasn't just his eyes that I saw this time. I saw his life, his battles, his triumphs and his defeats before . I saw the scars on his body, the weariness in his eyes. I heard his thoughts, his doubts and his fears. I saw him as a young prince, full of idealism and courage. I saw him as a king, weighed down by the burdens of rule.

And yet, despite all that I saw, he never once looked at me. Not once did he acknowledge my presence. It was as if I was just a ghost, a spectator in his life.

But this time, it was different. This time, he looked at me. He looked at me like he was coming for me, like he had finally noticed me after all these years.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I lay in bed, trying to make sense of it all. What did it mean? Why was I seeing him like this? Why was he looking at me now, after all this time?

I tried to shake off the feeling of unease that settled in my stomach, telling myself it was just a dream. But I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to it, something I couldn't quite put my finger on.

As I went about my day, I couldn't help but wonder if I was losing my mind. Was I really seeing things that weren't there? Was I really hearing voices in my head?

But the image of King Viraaj's eyes, looking at me like he was coming for me, stayed with me. It haunted me, taunted me, made me question everything I thought I knew about reality.

I woke up to the sound of my own thoughts, my mind racing with the same questions and doubts that had been plaguing me for weeks. I lay in bed for a few moments, trying to shake off the lingering fatigue of my dream-filled sleep.

As I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed, I couldn't help but notice the opulence of my surroundings. My bedroom was a testament to my love of history and literature, with velvet drapes, dark wood paneling, and shelves lined with leather-bound books. The bed itself was a sprawling affair, with intricately carved posts and a canopy that seemed to whisper secrets in my ear.

I sighed and rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the feeling of unease that had settled over me. I had a big day ahead of me - a fan meet, where I would be expected to smile and chat and pretend to be a normal, functioning human being. The thought of it made my stomach turn.

I got out of bed and began my morning routine, my mind still reeling from the dream. As I dressed, I chose a traditional outfit, wanting to make a good impression. I wore a stunning silk saree in a deep shade of red, with intricate gold embroidery that caught the light. The fabric was smooth and luxurious against my skin, and the way it draped around me made me feel like a queen. I paired it with a matching blouse, adorned with delicate pearls and a high neckline that framed my face. My hair was styled in a sleek bun, with a few loose strands framing my face.

As I looked in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel a sense of elegance and sophistication. The outfit was a perfect blend of traditional and modern, and I felt confident and beautiful in it.

But as I made my way to the fan meet, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was walking into a nightmare. What if no one liked me? What if they saw right through me, like King Viraaj seemed to?

I took a deep breath and tried to shake off the doubts. I had written a bestselling book, after all. People loved my work. They would love me too, wouldn't they?

As I arrived at the venue, I was greeted by a sea of faces, all eager to meet me and get their books signed. I smiled and waved, trying to look confident and composed. But as I began to sign books and answer questions, I couldn't help but feel like I was living a dream - a dream that I wasn't sure I was ready for.

I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my black hoodie and jeans.
I told Kevin to keep my arrival quiet, not to inform the media. I didn't want to steal the spotlight from her. This was her day, her moment to shine. I just wanted some answers from her .

As I made my way to the venue, I couldn't help but feel a sense of nervousness. What if she didn't recognise me? What if she thought I was just another crazy fan trying to get close to her? I pushed the thoughts aside and took a deep breath. I was here for her, and I would make sure she knew it.

When I arrived at the venue, I was struck by the number of people waiting to see her. The line snaked around the block, filled with fans of all ages, all eager to meet the woman who had captured their hearts with her words.

I made my way to the entrance, where Kevin was waiting for me. He gave me a nod and signalled that everything is set , and I slipped inside, trying to blend in with the crowd. I didn't want to draw attention to myself, not yet. I just wanted to observe, to see how she was as a person, what if she's a cunning woman , she wantts to know all the secrets of mine. My thoughts came to halt when I heard the crowd cheering for someone.

And then, I saw her. She stepped out onto the stage, a radiant smile on her face, and my breath hitched in my throat. I felt like I had been punched in the gut, my diaphragm contracting in a way that left me gasping for air.

I couldn't take my eyes off her. I forgot everything that I prepared to ask her . She was even more beautiful than I had imagined, her eyes sparkling with joy and her smile lighting up the room. I felt my heart race as I gazed at her, my palms growing sweaty with anticipation.she was smiling and interacting with her fans .

But I didn't approach her yet. I wanted to wait until the crowd had thinned out a bit, until she was finished with her obligations and could focus on me. I was willing to wait as long as it took, because I knew that this moment was important. I want to know if she recognises me cause I have the same face as my old time.