Puzzle of Our Past Lives (Short Story)

 

Puzzle of Our Past Lives

Aditi had always dismissed dreams as meaningless flickers of imagination—until one became too vivid, too frequent, and too painful to ignore.

Every night, she saw the same scene:
A crumbling palace under a dusky sky.
A man in royal attire calling out her name, "Meher..."
A sword glinting with betrayal.
And her own scream echoing as darkness swallowed her whole.

She’d wake up breathless, her heart racing—always with tears she didn’t understand.

But in the daylight, she was Dr. Aditi Sharma, a rational historian and visiting professor at a university in Udaipur. She specialized in ancient love legends and folklore. Ironic, given her own love life was a desert.

Until the day she was introduced to the university’s new guest lecturer—Professor Aditya Rathore.

The moment their eyes met, something shifted.
A pull. A recognition.
Neither of them could speak for a few seconds.

Later that week, during a casual conversation about Indian mythology, Aditya smiled and said, “Have you ever believed in rebirth?”

Aditi’s voice faltered. “Lately... I’m starting to.”

As days passed, they grew closer—drawn by an invisible thread.
Aditi began sketching things she didn’t remember seeing before:
A pendant in the shape of a half-moon.
A hidden door behind a tapestry.
A battlefield near a lake.

Aditya was experiencing the same. He dreamt of a woman named Meher—her face now clear as Aditi’s. In those dreams, he was a warrior prince—betrayed by his own blood.

Then one evening, while researching in an old royal library, Aditi stumbled upon a yellowed manuscript tucked behind ancient scrolls.

It spoke of Raja Aryan Rathore and Princess Meher of Malwa.
Their forbidden love.
Their deaths on the night of their elopement.
And the priest’s last words:
“Love this strong never dies. It returns—unfinished.”

Aditi dropped the manuscript. Her hands trembled.

Aditya entered the room just then, holding a rusty pendant—a half-moon, unearthed at a recent excavation.

They stood there—two strangers, two lovers—connected across centuries.

And in that moment, they knew.

They weren’t just falling in love.

They were remembering it.

End.

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