Parth's POV:
The last thing I remember before blacking out… was lying on a hospital bed.
And just like that, I was no longer Arjun.
As consciousness slowly returned to me, I opened my eyes—hoping, praying—that everything before had just been a vivid nightmare. But no… the white hospital ceiling stared right back at me. The beep of machines confirmed the reality.
I was still here.
But this time, I wasn't alone.
Two nurses stood beside me, eyes wide. A doctor stood nearby, visibly relieved.
I stared at him silently, demanding answers with my eyes.
One thing was clear—I'd recovered way too quickly for someone like Parth. So, was I still… Arjun?
"You've been unconscious for four days," the doctor said, approaching me gently. "We thought you'd fall into a long-term coma. Your parents were told to prepare for the worst."
He sighed, adjusting the clipboard in his hand.
"The accident, right after your birthday… it was bad. Internal head injuries, fractured legs and arm—frankly, it's a miracle you're awake right now. How are you feeling? Is your head hurting?"
My head spun, not from the injury, but from everything he was saying.
Four days?
They were telling me I'd been unconscious for four days. But in that time—I had spent what felt like four entire years in the Mahabharata era. Training. Fighting. Living.
How was that possible?
The doctor and nurses left when I didn't respond much, still trying to process what felt like two lifetimes crammed into one body.
Soon, my mother burst into the room, followed by my father.
Without warning, she hugged me tightly, tears soaking into my hospital gown. My father looked relieved… but quiet, as always.
Then, my mom pulled back and glared at me with a mix of anger and love. Classic.
"I'm not letting you take even a single step outside again!" she declared, fiery and dramatic.
I should've been annoyed. But oddly, it warmed my heart. It had been a long time since I felt wanted.
Then, my eyes drifted instinctively to the door. Searching. Hoping.
My father noticed immediately. "She's here," he said. "Grandma's outside. Only a few people are allowed in at once, so she's waiting. Once we leave, we'll send her in."
And with that, they left.
I was never particularly close to my parents. But still, seeing them worry—even if just for a while—did something to my heart. I wasn't sure what.
Moments later, my grandmother entered the room, walking slowly, a peaceful smile on her face. No pity. No worry. Just warmth. As always, she wore her necklace with the 'ॐ' pendant.
She looked… exactly like my grandma. But at the same time, something felt off.
As she stepped closer, I felt the air around me shift.
Hospitals are said to be full of negative energy—death, pain, illness. But also births. Hope. I never really believed in the "haunted hospital" thing.
But this… this energy wasn't negative or positive. It was something else entirely—powerful.
As Arjun, I'd learned to sense people's auras, their energy.
And what I felt coming from Grandma now was unreal.
It was as if she carried divine energy within her. But how? Why?
I stared, confused… and then I realized—she reminded me of someone from that era. Someone I couldn't quite name.
She came close and placed her hand gently on my head. No words spoken.
Instantly, I felt a strange pull, and my eyes closed on their own.
Moments later, her hand disappeared.
And when I opened my eyes again—for the third time that day—I was stunned.
I was no longer in the hospital.
I was standing in the royal garden of Hastinapur, the sunlight nearly blinding.
I turned to see the chamber of Jyesth right in front of me—the one I'd planned to visit before everything went sideways.
I blinked.
I'm Arjun again?
What just happened?
How did I get back here?
And more importantly…
What happens now?
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