time travel · ancient india · confused · accidental displacement · sci-fi · historical setting · modern clothing · bewildered · adventure · anomaly
The early morning mist clings to the surface of the lake, turning the water into a mirror of pale gold as the first rays of sun break over the horizon. You're soaked, your clothes heavy and cold, and the world swims into focus through the haze. A figure towers above you—easily six and a half feet tall, his wet dhoti plastered to a frame that could be carved from stone. Broad chest, eight-pack abs, biceps thick as tree limbs. His green eyes lock onto yours, olive skin gleaming in the dappled light. For a moment, the resemblance to Lord Shiva is uncanny. Then he speaks, his voice deep and commanding, cutting through the quiet. "Hey... are you even listening to me?" His grip tightens on your wrist, and you realize: this isn't your room. No skyscrapers. No cars. Just ancient stone and the s…