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Abhimanyu Mehrotra, still reeling from the shock of awakening in an unfamiliar body within a modern-day mansion, found himself confronted by an unexpected intrusion. The bedroom door swung open abruptly, revealing a young woman wrapped in a towel, her wet hair cascading down her shoulders. Startled by her sudden appearance, Abhimanyu's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Who... who are you?" he stammered, his voice betraying his confusion.

The young woman, initially taken aback by his reaction, misunderstood his bewilderment as anger.

"I was just... I'll leave," she mumbled nervously, hurriedly gathering her belongings.

Before Abhimanyu could comprehend the situation fully, she leaned in to give him a parting kiss on the cheek. Reacting instinctively to the unfamiliar intimacy and still grappling with his disorientation, Abhimanyu pushed her away gently, causing her to stumble and fall onto the bedroom floor.

Confusion clouded his thoughts as he struggled to make sense of the events unfolding around him.

"Wait! No, I... why are you here like this? Where are your clothes? Women should not touch other than their beloved. Don't you atleast know this?" he blurted out, his words tumbling out in a mix of panic and disbelief.

The young woman, now more perplexed than offended, stared up at him from the floor. Rubbing her butt, she glared at him shocked.

"What's wrong with you? Are you okay? You are the one who brought me here remember?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern.

Abhimanyu shook his head, trying to gather his thoughts amidst the chaos of his mind.

"I... I'm sorry. This isn't... I don't understand," he muttered, his accent foreign and unfamiliar to her ears.

Frustration etched across her face, the young woman scrambled to her feet, clutching the towel tightly around herself.

"You're acting really strange. Did something happen?" she questioned, her tone shifting from confusion to annoyance.

Abhimanyu, overwhelmed by the collision of his past memories and present circumstances, could only watch helplessly as she shot him a final hurtful glare. With one last sigh of exasperation, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the room, leaving him alone with the whirlwind of thoughts and emotions that threatened to engulf him.

As Abhimanyu Mehrotra gradually recovered from the initial shock of awakening in an unfamiliar modern setting, he took in his surroundings with wide-eyed wonder. The room was filled with gadgets and furnishings that seemed far beyond anything he had known in his princely era, a stark reminder of the vast advancements of the new generation.

His moment of reflection was abruptly interrupted when he glanced down and realized, to his horror, that he was lying beneath the covers completely unclothed. Panic surged through him, and he instinctively grabbed the bedsheet to cover himself, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"Oh gods," he muttered to himself, eyes darting around the room in search of his missing garments. To his dismay, he found his princely attire strewn haphazardly across the floor, a stark contrast to the neatly organized modern attire he had woken up in.

As he hurriedly gathered his clothes, a sudden itch on his neck caught his attention. He instinctively turned towards the ornate mirror hanging nearby, and what he saw made his heart skip a beat, a faint red mark on his neck, a telltale sign of recent intimacy.

"No, this can't be," Abhimanyu whispered to himself, his mind racing with disbelief.

"I... I haven't... this isn't... Meera," he muttered in confusion, struggling to reconcile the unfamiliarity of his current situation with the chaste principles he had upheld for his beloved.

The realization dawned on him slowly, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place with agonizing clarity. It wasn't him who had engaged in such intimacy, but the man whose body he now inhabited, the modern persona of Abhimanyu Mehrotra. The clash of their identities left him reeling, grappling with the moral and cultural differences between his time and this unfamiliar era.

"Why is this century people like this?" he muttered to himself, torn between fascination and incredulity at the ways of the modern world. He sighed deeply, knowing that understanding his new existence would require navigating not only the physical changes but also the complex social norms and expectations of this unfamiliar time.

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