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Wow.

Abhira said, her voice trembling with awe, her eyes shining with admiration.

It's all so beautiful.

Shruti who was standing beside Abhira spoke, her voice laced with awe.

This palace is so beautiful.

Abhira said in an awed tone.

Abhira wandered through the dusty corridors of the old palace, har footsteps echoing off the ancient stone walls. The air was thick with the scent of history, the weight of centuries pressing down on her as she explored the grandeur of the once magnificent building.

Her eyes widened with awe as she came across a painting hanging on the wall, it's colors still vibrant despite the passage of time.

As she gazed at the couple depicted in the portrait, a strange sense of formality washed over her and she felt a shiver down her spine.

Armaan.

She gasped, her voice trembling.

Yeh kaise ho sakta hai.

Abhira said to herself gasping at the portrait, her breath held captive.

In the painting, Abhira,s lookalike stood resplendent in the crimson red lehenga, her warm brown eyes sparkling with a blend of love and joy, her hand rested gently on a man,s chest who looked exactly like Armaan, his eyes a set of deep hazel, face curved in perfect angles and lines was too handsome for his own good. As she gazed at the couple depicted in the portrait, the man,s gaze was fixed on the women with a soft smile playing on his lips.  The image was so lifelike, so full of emotion, that it felt as though they were standing before her, frozen in time.

The beauty of the palace around her only added to the surreal atmosphere. Sunlight streamed through stained glass windows, casting rainbow patterns on the marble floors. Intricately carved pillers reached up to the doomed ceiling, their ancient designs whispering tales of an era which was familiar but unfamiliar to her.

Abhira felt her heart race and she gulped the lump that formed in her throat and forced her eyes to blink.

With a ragged gasp, she forced herself out of her dazed state and turned to walk away.

Yeh kya ho raha hai mujhe?

Abhira thought feeling a flutter in her chest. Her head spun slightly as a shiver raced down her spine.

Abhira felt a sense of reverence wash over her as she took into the exquisite details of the palace. Ornate tapestries adorned the walls, their threads shimmering in the dim light. The sound of her own breathing seemed to echo in the vast halls, as if the very walls were whispering secrets of the past.

She moved though the chambers, each one more opulent then the last. A grand chandelier hung from the ceiling casting a warm grow over the chamber and illuminating the intricate frescoes  that adorned the walls.

Abhira hurried back towards the portrait feeling a lump form in her throat.

Yeh tasveer....

Abhira trailed off, her feet, as if having a mind of their own carried her close to the portrait. Her heart skipped a beat as she reached out, touching the portrait with delicate fingers. Her touch tender, filled with reverence.

Jaan E Jahan

Zehenaseeb

Various images flooded through her mind, the words rang in her ears in a smitten tone.

Suddenly a laughter rang out and she found herself running to a direction unknown to her.

She entered inside a chamber and stopped.

An unfamiliar but warm scenario flooded through her mind and her heart swelled with an undefinable emotion that left her puzzled.

Amrita I love you

A surprised gasp escaped the girl's lips as the man held the curve of her waist, fingers spreading to cover more of it and then he lifted her up in the air and twirled her around.

The girl, known as Amrita, giggled softly in delight and wrapped her arms around the man,s broad shoulders, her hair fell over his shoulders, the stands brushing against his neck as they gazed at each other, their eyes screaming of a love that would take anyone's breath away.

The scenario faded away leaving behind a girl standing there confused. A mixture of emotions flooded through her and she gasped. Her breath trembled out and she walked forward, gulping the lump that formed in her throat. Holding onto the sheer red chunri  placed on the bed with delicate fingers, she caressed it with a soft touch. She draped the chunri over her head and felt instantly warm, a comforting warmth spread through her as if she was in someone's arms, a shiver raced down her spine, her cheeks were flushed with warmth, biting onto her bottom lip, she closed her eyes feeling her breath hitch.

Rani Sa.

The husky voice reached her ears, startling her and she turned around, opening her eyes, the red fabric slipping away from her and cold air swept around her, biting her skin. She felt an intense pain in her head, her breath came out in ragged gasps and she felt darkness coming from all the sides of her vision to consume her completely. Her legs wobbled and she dropped herself on her knees unwillingly giving into the darkness.

End Of Chapter No 1 Of Promise Series!!!

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