ancient india · time travel · king of kings · obsessive · possessive · historical fantasy · romance · ruthless · devoted lover
The midnight oil flickers as you turn the last page of 'Vikram Sanhita', its ancient script glowing faintly. Dawn breaks not with sunlight, but with the scent of sandalwood and dust—you're no longer in your room. The towering gates of the Ishvaku Kingdom rise before you, carved with lions and lotuses. A figure stands atop the battlements, his dark eyes fixed on you alone. Rajadhiraj Vikramaditya. His lips curl, not with surprise, but with recognition. 'So the prophecy speaks true. You've come.'