Hi sweet humans👽💕
Thanks for being Ruh of my writings.

Have a good read.
Finally, the story starts.🤭

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Author's P.O.V.

*"In India"*

A girl was sleeping in a not-so-comfortable position.

Tossing and turning on the mattress-yes, there was only a simple mattress on the floor, no bed.

No, she does not come from a poor family but rather from one that is significantly wealthy and financially stable. It's just that she's not the most beloved or appreciated person around here.

The point to make here is not whether she is a loved one or not, but rather that her face appears anxious while sleeping.

In weather as cold as freezing a bowl of water if kept outdoors, her hair was sticking to her face and neck because of sweat.
Her warm, soothing blanket was now making her uneasy. She was slowly and gradually throwing it aside.

Her tossing and turning grew more often and more aggressive with every minute that passed.
Her unease was now obvious; the girl was suffering from a nightmare.

Her lips could be seen under a tangle of her hair and sweat; they were trembling, striving to create a shrilling sound and let the agony out, but no sound could escape her trembling lips.

Finally, she couldn't keep back her scream and cried out her eyes, abandoning the crystals they were holding.

What a dreadful dream it must have been for the girl to scream and be so afraid! Only she knows what haunts her.

She begged to leave someone in her dreams.
The girl, "Jane do unhe, wo mere hone wale pati hain. Hum aap sub se vinati krte hain apne hath jor kr, unhe jane do..." (Please let him go, he is my soon-to-be husband. I request you all, I beg you all, joining both my hands, let him go.) She was mumbling in her dreams.

She kept yelling, begging, and crying.

The girl was no other than Rivisha...

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Rivisha's P.O.V.
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(In Dream)

Again, I was in the same forest, in the same temple, running with a man whom I didn't know. I just felt he was someone I knew; he was my home; he was my comfort.

We were running, as they had already killed our horse.
We have swords with us, but those people are more in number, they can easily overpower us, but by running, only one or two can reach us at a time.

We had blood-soaked clothes and swords, and when necessary, I'd choose battle and murder people with my sword.

The man who was running with me came to a stop in a den, and he drew me into a hug full of love and affection, which I reciprocated.

He went on to say, "I don't know if we will be able to make it through here, but promise me our love will last an eternity." He pulled me out of the hug, but not fully. We locked eyes with each other. All I saw in his depths was a desire and commitment to never abandon each other.

There is no way anyone could stop themselves from promising their soul to him; his honesty has far more power than the entire universe combined on one side.

My heart gave in, and I promised, "I promise, though our bodies will perish, though they will win over us, though we will give up on our lives but never upon our love.
I promise we will marry each other; our love will win, maybe not today but for sure tomorrow." both of our tears dropped.

This time I pulled him into a hug, and he immediately cried like a kid. My heart broke into pieces.

Closing my eyes, I remember begging them to leave us and let us go, but they kept going with their torture. My heart shattered when the scene of his brother's and my sister's deaths flashed in front of my eyes.

Suddenly, I felt something sharp go through my palm that was resting on his back. The pain was soon felt in my chest area, too.

I had no courage to turn back and see who did this; I knew it was them.

I rather glanced into the man's eyes, whom I was hugging; he was already looking at me. We both knew we were going to die now.

We smiled at each other. Those people gathered around us one by one, some laughing, some celebrating their victory, and some sad to lose us.

Others, very few proceeding to make sure of our deaths.

A gasp left both our lips as they took the sword out and again stabbed us. Blood oozed from our wounds as well as from our mouths.

Our tears were mixed with blood and pain.
All we wanted was to capture each other in our eyes.
The cold breeze makes the moment intense.

(Pari is getting the same dream too)

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Author's P.O.V.

*"In Korea"*

A man, with a frown on his handsome face, was struggling in his sleep. He too, was having the same nightmare as Rivisha.

He fisted his blanket, pulling a pillow near him into a hug, mumbling something, and making a promise to tie his soul to someone else's.

Jisung was all wet in his sweat.
(kuch ganda nahi hai yaha, tum log wet ka matlab bigar kr rakhi ho🙂)

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Jisung's P.O.V.
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(In His Dream)

I was again in the same dream, with the same unknown girl.

Her presence, even in a dream, makes me feel happy and reduces my stress.

I was crying all the stress, my problems, and every emotion out in her arms. It was the best moment that didn't last long.
I felt a stab on my back; it was a sword, I concluded, as it crossed my chest and stabbed the girl I was hugging.

I looked at her, and she too realized what was happening and looked into my eyes.

Our tears and blood mixed. We knew we were going to die, but I didn't want to fight anymore. There is no way we can win right now, but we will reunite in the next life.

The moment emitted all possible emotions; our eyes just wanted to capture each other.

They took the sword out of us and stabbed again; this time we both gasped, and blood oozed out of our mouths.

(Jihun is having the same dream.)

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Author's P.O.V.

*"Neither in Korea nor India"*

In sync, they both made a promise to each other, making the already emotional and beautiful moment even more euphoric.

Both, while dreaming, promised each other once again.

Rivisha/Jisung, "We will marry each other, not in this life but in the next." choking on our tears and pain, both continued.

Rivi/Jisung, "You all can pause the story of our beautiful utopia, but never crush it; we will be together.

We promise to hold each other the same way we are holding each other right now, in the next life too.

Neither now nor ever can anyone break us apart." As their lives were leaving them with each word they uttered, a smile of satisfaction and victory captured both of their lips.

(Pari and Jihun made the same promise in their dreams, to each other.)

They were now both able to see their brother and sister.

(Rivisha's sister was Pari, and Jisung's brother was Jihun in the past.)

All four of them were now reunited; their souls were reunited.

Rivi/part/ Jihun/ Jisung all said, "You killed us, not our love; the body is not what ties one person to another person, but the soul in the body does, the love between them does." They then looked at their dead bodies.

A smile crept on their lips. "You killed us for falling in love beyond the borders, for breaking all the borders you have created."

They paused and looked at each other, and then at the confused people who had no idea where the voice was coming from.

People there were not able to see the souls, but just the bodies of the four dead lovers.

Four of them then said, "These borders will be broken once again, we will fall in love with each other once again, we will fall in love beyond all the borders once again." stating this all four souls disappeared on the long journey to get another life.

(End of the dream or we can say the glimpse of the past life.)

As soon as the dream ended Rivisha,
Pari, Jisung, and Jihun all woke up.

The same questions run through their minds, "Why this same dream every day? Why are you always in my dreams? Why my brother/bestie is there too? Who are you? Why do I feel safe? Why can't I see your face? Huh..."

All got up and went on with their daily routine, knowing no one could answer the questions taking the form of a tsunami inside them.

End of this Ch.
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Hi, all of my souls, I know I took almost an eternity to post but I had reasons.
I will be posting more often now.

Now let's get to the main part..

1st Q- Why do you think I described the moment of their death as a euphoric moment?

2nd Q- Is the story worth it?
Are you enjoying it?

That's all, for me this was kinda emotional and all.

And... I know this was short but the next one will be up soon too.

Have a very successful career,
Love you,
Vishnu.