Author's POV

Pragya and Samrat are kidnapped by their enemy, Mehek. Mehek was Samrat's ex-wife. She had married him just for many at first and had another boyfriend. But after being betrayed by her boyfriend she came back to Samrat, who has already been madly in love with his new office employee, Pragya. He refused his ex-wife's offer and continued his relationship with the middle-class girl, Pragya. Since then, Mehek has been creating a lot of problems for the couple. But their love is so immense it can't be broken easily. Today, Mehek kidnapped them in a water hole in which no one could save them.

PRAGYA'S POV

I have already lost my all hope. Mehek, Samrat's ex-wife pushed us to a water hole. Samrat is trying his level best to get us out of here. But the worst is that I can't swim. He is the one who is holding my waist and trying to make me survive in that water hole.

"My love, we have been through a lot. Don't worry we will pass this on as well. We will get married and also have children," Samrat said. He is saying this only to give me hope. But I have already lost all my hopes.

"Samrat, it is luck to die with you," I said. I am exhausted and felt that I will sink at any moment.

"Don't say that, love. We will surely get out of here," he said. I hardly remembered what happened after that. I think I pass out.

SAMRAT'S POV

That witch sealed us in this water hole. I don't even know how to get out of here. The whole is very deep and it's night. No one will get us out from here. The thing which makes everything difficult was that Pragya can't swim so I have to hold her otherwise she will get sunken. Oh lord, please perform a miracle. We can't continue like this. I pray in my heart.

"My love, we have been through a lot. Don't worry we will pass this on as well. We will get married and also have children," I said. She was very exhausted. We hadn't even had our lunch. I saw tiredness on her face. That's why I was giving her hope.

"Samrat, it is luck to die with you," she said with a powerless voice. I was trying my best to make her feel better. What should I do?

"Don't say that, love. We will surely get out of here," I said. But she collapsed in my hand and left me in a panic. I shouted for help. But unfortunately, no one came to help us. I couldn't see my Pragya dying in my hug. I shouted again and again. Lastly, the top of the hole opened and I came upon a lady with a jar. She was like an angel to me who was sent from the almighty to save us.

"Ma'am, please help us," I shouted. After that, I received a battery touch on her mobile.

"Who are you? Why are you in there?" she asked me. I wasn't in a position to answer her question.

"Ma'am, we are stuck in here. Please, help us," I pleaded.

She ran and called some men and they helped us out by using a rope. I wrapped the rope around my waist and hugged the fainted Pragya bridal style. The men pulled the rope and lift me.

"Thank you so much, Ma'am," I quickly thanked the woman and turned my full attention to Pragya. "Pragya, Pragya, please wake up my dear. Pragya, look we are out of that hole," she wasn't responding. I was panicking.

"Please, phone. Give me a phone," I asked to amount the people who encircled us. I got one and called quickly to Abhimaan. He is my younger brother.

"Hello, Abhi, it's me, Samrat," I said.

"Samrat? Where are you, brother?" he shouted on the phone. It seems they are also worried about me and Pragya. I told him the place and hung up the call.

After a few minutes, Abhi and the rest of my family arrived. We took Pragya to the hospital. Her family arrived at the hospital. Aunt Simran, her mom was crying. I told everybody how we survived the hole and left everyone in shock.

My dad, Mr. Suraj filed a case against Mehek while the doctor finished examining Pragya. The doctor's smile made me relieved.

"There is nothing to worry about, she is fine now. Luckily, I have good news for you," the doctor said and turned every part of my body into ears. The doctor continued, "She is two months pregnant," what! I couldn't control my joy.

PRAGYA'S POV

It is a new beginning today. Days ago I wasn't even sure that I would see this day. But look at me today, I am a bride who is waiting for my hero. I am not a history student, but I love how the princes would rescue and love their princesses. Aww, so sweet. Like my hero did a few days ago. 


I am not just only a bride today but a mother-to-be also. Yes, that day, when I passed out, Samrat took me to the hospital and they told us that I am two months pregnant. Today I will officially be Mr. Samrat Choudhary's wife. That Mehek won't be a problem anymore. Because she has already been arrested.

'Why does he take so long to come? He must be here by now. Should I call him? No way, I have waited for six years, I can wait for six more minutes now,' I said to myself. I went to the library in our house. My mother is an author. She likes reading as well. That's why we have around 1500 books in our house. I was so bored waiting for Samrat so, I went to her working area. I chose one. It had a title called, "If Cruelty had a Face," there was a Chinese-looking guy on the cover of the book. The picture was dressed like the ancients.

"Is cruelty this beautiful," I chuckled and opened the book just to see what it had. But something unexpected happened.

Samrat’s POV


Today is the day! Yes, my wedding. Today, on my birthday I am marrying my lovely, Pragya. I dressed up with the help of Abhi and Dad. Mom was busy doing some religious arrangements. The wedding is being held in the bride’s house. What a joyous occasion. I dressed up like a king and started our way to my princess's house.

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We arrived at the bride’s house. My mother-in-law performed the welcoming ritual and allowed me and my family to enter the house. My mother-in-law, Mrs. Simaran is a great author. She has published 5 books so far. The thing a love about my mother-in-law is that she is courageous all the time. Besides she likes reading a lot. She is just like her daughter.

They invited me to sit across from the priest who was waiting for us to start the veneration. I sat down in my place. Mom was standing behind me. After performing a few rituals with the priest he asked the bride to come. My Mother-in-law went to bring my bride. I was just thinking how beautiful she could be. Is it me who is restless or Mrs. Simram who is taking so long to bring Pragya? I felt an awkward feeling. Why is it taking so long to bring Pragya here? Restlessness felt in all my veins. Where are you Pragya?

Soon, my mother-in-law came downstairs running and panting. “Samrat, Mr. Suraj, Mrs. Vidiya, and Pragya are not in her room,” I ran to Mrs. Simran leaving the wedding stage.

“What did you say? Where is she then?” I shouted. We all searched all over the house. But we couldn't find her anywhere.

What is happening? Where are you, Pragya? Mom informed the police about the matter. She was happy 'till yesterday. So where is she now? Someone from Mehek’s family must have done this.

I went in anger and climbed into my car and drove it directly to the Saho mansion. No one except Mehek Saho’s family can do this. It must be some sort of revenge because I and Pragya have gotten Mehek jailed.

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PRAGYA’S POV

A fell to the ground and hit my back seriously. I haven't still opened my eyes due to the immense pain I had when I fell. I heard a voice.

“Kill them all. Don't show them, Mercy,” the voice was bossy and dominating. I heard danger in his voice. Holding my lower back, I opened my eyes to see the source of that bossy voice. When I opened my eyes I saw the long timber roof. I turned to my right. I saw people prostrated to the ground, similar to the right side. I realized that I was in a temple and lend to my front to see the goddess.

What! What am I seeing? Who is he? Why is everyone prostrated to him? Am I dreaming or what? Who does he think of himself? Wait and watch, I will teach him a lesson.

“Hello there, who do you think of yourself? Why are you torturing these people?” I said, standing holding my lower back with my hand. To tell the truth, he just looks like a toy. His hairstyle, his dressing code, why on earth did he dress like this? And all these people? Why do they worship him like their lord?

There were a lot of questions in my mind. I haven't even seen this kind of thing in a movie. My mother is the one who likes historical movies whereas I am addicted to the Si-Fic ones. But the situation I am in now, I haven't even seen it in my mother's favorite ones.

What is his problem? Why is he staring at me like that?

“Hello, why are you staring at me? I am taken, you better take a look at other women,” I said. Still, he is not saying anything. “Hello, are you mute or what?” this time the one who was standing beside him took out a sword and put it on my neck. I was so shocked. I have never ever seen a long and sharp sword like that. I swallowed very hard due to my fear. But thanks to my love, Samrat. He has taught me how to protect myself when a time like this occurs.

Six years ago, when Samrat and I started this relationship, goons who were sent by Mehek attacked us. Though Samrat kicked off the goons, I was seriously injured. Then, he taught me how to defend myself. By now, I know some techniques for self-defense.

“Cheer up, cheer up, body,” I was pointed a gun at my forehead. How can I freak out seeing a dagger? But I saw the confusion on the soldier’s face. I used the opportunity. I tilted my back and passed under the sword. Then I trapped his leg. He found himself on the ground the next moment. I grabbed the dagger in the air and snagged it the way he did seconds ago.

“Don't mess with me,” I warned him. But the next moment, I saw an army coming against me. I raised my hand and put down the dagger in front of them.

“Stop,” I heard the same bossy voice and those whole people stood where they were. I turned my face and saw that man. He was that pupate. The thing I couldn't deny was that he had charm and grace.

“Take her to the jail,” that king figure said. The moment he talked two random soldiers came and drugged me in the jail.

“Hey, Mr. President, you can't do this on me. This is a kidnap. I will file a case against you for harassing me like this. I want to call Samrat. I want to call my lawyer. You can't just arrest me like this,” I was shouting until they brought me to the jail and sealed me in a one-by-one cell. At first, I thought the matter was a kind of joke or prank. But when they cut off one prison’s head. I understood the matter was indeed serious.

How can I be here? Someone paused them to the medieval ages. But where am I? How did I end up here?

I tried to remember what happened. I was supposed to be at my wedding ceremony with Samrat. He was late. So I went to mom’s office and... The book!

Yes, when I opened the book, it pulls me inside. I was struggling.

This means some supernatural force drugged me into this world. But, where am I? Almighty, please help me out from this nightmare world.

AUTHOR'S POV

Pragya was all at sea of her situation. She couldn't understand what was going on around her. The King jailed her for the misbehavior she showed to him. She was sitting on the floor, still wearing her beautiful red dress and white top wear, with her transparent bandanna. Her long and silky hair was banded to the back with a beautiful flowered hair band. Her big eyes are reddened due to her tears after witnessing the chopping off of the head of a prisoner.

She was still beautiful in this look yet she was an alien to these people. "My love, where are you? I know, you will come to save me," she murmured. Then someone said, "The king has arrived," everyone bowed down and worshiped their king. The King came directly to Pragya's cell.

"Who are you?" he directly asked.

"Sir, I am Pragya from Goa," she answered.

"There is no country which is called by that name. You are here to spy on us, right?" he said.

"What? Spy? No sir, I promise, I am not spying on anyone," she said in a low voice.

"Tell me, why should I believe you?" the king asked.

"Look, sir, I am a simple girl. I am from Goa, Maharashtra. I don't know why and how am I here. I was supposed to be at my wedding ceremony with my family and my husband's family. If you don't believe me then give me a phone and let me call them,"

This time one of the soldiers said, "Your Majesty must not believe this girl. She is naming places that don't exist,"

Pragya argued with the soldier. "Give me a phone and let me call my family,"

"What are you even asking?" the king asked in an exhausted tone

"A phone," she answered. "My family must be worried by now. Just one call, sir. Just let me inform them that I am safe," she added.

"What is a phone means in the first place? Your Majesty, she is wasting the precious time of Your Majesty. Let Your Majesty give the order to chop off her neck," said the soldier whom Pragya kicked in front of the king.

"No, no, no your honor, your president, I mean your Majesty, look I haven't planned my death soon. Look, I don't even know how am I here. I don't even know the name of this place. Try to understand my situation, sir" she said.

The King decided to hear her story. He had never seen this type of bold and beautiful as well as confident girl in his life. "What do you say now" he gave her a chance to explain herself.

"Look, sir, My name is Pragya Singh Rathore. I am from India, Goa. I haven't planned to come here. Look I was at my house preparing for my wedding. My husband got late so, I opened a book and started reading but suddenly, some power from the book pulled me inside and I end up there. I have never imagined a place like this would exist in the 21st century," she concluded her explanation.

"Your Majesty shouldn't ignore a joke like this. She is making fool of us," that soldier said.

"Cheng Gu," the king called.

"Yes, Your Majesty," the soldier answered.

"Where is Vin Zhang? Call him," he gave the order. The soldier bowed and ran away from the jail.

PRAGYA'S POV

I don't understand why that soldier hates me. He is splitting hair in every statement of mine. What does he want from me? Or maybe it's because I embarrassed him before his king. I wonder why everyone in this palace sees me as insane.

Soon, that brat soldier came with an Oldman. What kind of King is he? Can't be ashamed of himself that he made that Oldman bowed to him? Oh, God! This is too much.

After the king figure and that old man discussed something I couldn't hear, the old man stared at me for minutes. I was confused about their deeds. What do they want from me?

After staring at me for about thirty minutes he bowed to the king figure and said, "Your Majesty is right. Even in Satavahana Dynasty, a woman like her doesn't exist," the old man said.

What? Did he just say Satavahana Dynasty? Who will understand me now? Who will believe me?

"Look, sir, I am from present India. Satavahana Dynasty had declined 2321 years ago.

Why are you two discussing the Satavahana Dynasty all of a sudden?" I interrupted them.

The King gave me a killing glance. No, no, not that one. He just saw me like, 'I will kill you,' so I shut my mouth and continued listening to their conversation.

"Mr. Vin Zhang, please do everything you think appropriate," he gave an order. And turned to me. He was looking serious and dangerous. Everyone, even a flying firefly, fears him. I wonder what he did he do to make them his devotees.

"What was your name," he asked me. I told him thousand times but now, look at him, he is pretending to forget my name.

"Pragya, Pragya Singh Rathore, sir," I said. I tried my very best to be polite. But never, ever, I will not bow down to him like these people.

"Look, Pragya, His Majesty is the king of the Qin dynasty. King Jing Zheng. As long as you are here, you have to obey and give the proper respect to His Majesty," the soldier said. I raised my eyebrows in amusement.

Should I bow down to his leg and worship him? Never. I will never do it.

"Mr. Soldier, can you give one good reason that I should bow down for your king? As if he is my God!" I smirked.

Unexpected reaction from the king of Qin! He pulled my hair down, dragging me to himself. He neared me. He was making his way directly to my lips. I was fighting to get released from his hug.

He neared my ears and said, "Because I am the ruler here. You better not be ridiculous, or else I will chop off your head like the one you saw. Be a good girl," he patted my shoulder and returned to his first position.

He then called his loving soldier, " Cheng Gu,"

Cheng Gu came in front of him and bowed as usual. "Yes, Your Majesty," he said.

"Show her the room. Without the imperial doctor, no one is allowed to enter her room,"

What! Now he is the one who decides who to enter and leave my room. This King is too much,

AUTHOR'S POV

King Jing Zheng let Pragya out of jail after he realized that she was ill. She was ill for them indeed. He sent her to a private room.

Pragya was thinking that she was drugged by an unknown supernatural force and came here. Yet she hasn't found out that she traveled through time and she is now in the early period of the Qin dynasty. 1785 years back from her age. She was in 236 B.C. in the Qin dynasty.

The way she dressed the way she spoke and talked to the king, her everything was insane for the king and his people. And Pragya was wondering how these people exist in the 21st century. But the truth was she was in 236 B.C.

When she got into her room, she heard the announcement. "Imperical Doctor Vin Zhang has arrived," immediately after the sound, the old man got in.

"My lady," he bowed down the way he did to the king.

Pragya freaked out. "Uncle, what are you doing," she held his shoulder and made him stand properly.

"Uncle, I am not like that cruel king of yours. You don't need to do that," she said sweetly.

"My child, we are not related to each other. You don't need to call me uncle," the doctor said.

She smiled and held the old man's shoulder. She then talked, "My mom told me to respect my elders, unlike that king of yours," she said in anger.

"Look, my child, if you want to go out from this place alive, you have to obey His Majesty. He is a cruel king. He has killed so many people to be in this position. So be careful," he said. There was fear on the doctor's face when he talked about King Jing Zheng.

"Uncle, I don't know how I got trapped in here. One day ago, I was in my house waiting for my husband. Today is my wedding. I have to be there. My family must be worried about me. There is neither phone nor wifi in here. How can I get out of here? Uncle you have to help me," she folded her hands and pleaded.

"Look, Pragya, I have no idea about the things you just said, but as your explanation, you are from another world. In whatever way you came here, you have just been here. There is no chance of getting out from this world," the Imperial doctor said.

Pragya got dumbfounded. "Look, doctor, uncle, I have to get out of here. I do not belong here. Please, if you are afraid of the king, you don't have to worry. You won't get into any trouble," she assured.

The Imperial doctor, Vin Zhang, shook his head and made a sad face, "I am sorry, Pragya, I don't have the magic words to reverse it and turn you back to your world. My Lady, fate has brought you here. But, I promise you that I will try my best to find the words and get you back to your beloved ones. This is a promise I make to my lady," he knelt.

Pragya raised him and said, "Doctor, you don't have to do that. You could have been my father. I have to respect you, the way I respect my father. That's what I have learned from my parents," she holds the old doctor's hand and smiled like a cute child. She remembered that she was going to be a mother within seven months and held her stomach,

"Uncle, there is something I have to tell you," she said.

The doctor nodded and she continued. "I and my husband were expecting a baby. I don't want to give birth to my child at this place. What should I do?"

The Imperial doctor was the only one whom Pragya had built a good relationship with so far. "I haven't heard this kind of thing. You are the only one who traveled through time. But as I have read from many books, you have to change a few things to be with us,"

"What do you mean?" Pragya was shocked clinching her stomach.

"Just like you can understand our language, maybe traveling to us, you might have miscarried your child,"

Pragya fell to the ground, she cried a lot. "Doctor Vin, I want to be alone. Can you leave me alone,"

"Sure, my lady," the doctor went out.

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PRAGYA'S POV

I was so shocked by the doctor's words. I got a miscarriage. I was crying the whole night sounding Samrat's name and pleading for forgiveness. I remembered all my sweet times with Samrat. I was so sure that no one would separate us. Mehek tried her level best to separate us, but she couldn't. Now look at us, we are separated forever. Why should it be like this? Why does the almighty want us to pass through all this? And my baby? Why should he be punished? Who is at fault? Who is paying for those mistakes? My mind is full of my sweet moments with Samrat.

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"Pragya, are you fine," Samrat said.

"I am fine, my love, don't worry about me. As long as you are with me, no one will hurt me," she said. It was after escaping from Mehek's goons. "Sam, you were good at kicking off those goons, you have to teach me" she added.

"Don't worry, my little angel, I will teach you everything," he smiled at her. When he smiled she saw that he was wounded at the tip of his mouth.

"Sam, you have been wounded. Wait," she then tore the hem of her scarf and tried to clean the wound at his lips. But it turned out to be a passionate kiss, which made her breathless.

"Priya, you have to learn something before the self-defense," he said seeing her cunningly.

"What is it?" she asked innocently.

"I have to teach you how to breathe during our kisses," he chuckled and peck her lip with his. This continued to a make-out session in a warehouse in a forest.

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I remembered our first night. Every time Mehek tried to separate us, on the contrary, our love would be stronger. But when I memorized my miscarriage I cried a lot. Why me, Lord? Why me, goddess? Why is this kept happening to me and Samrat?

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I fell asleep on the floor, leaning towards the bed. The noisy voice of the announcer woke me up.

"The king has arrived,"

The door of my room opened and the king, King Jing Zheng, and his bodyguard got inside. Everyone in my room, except me, bowed down and greeted him.

He came directly to me and said, "Don't you greet me,"

"Good morning, Your Honor," I greeted him normally.

"What about your actions?"

"Why? Why should I bow down to your feet? Are you my creator, my priest, or my family?" I said boldly. I hadn't even revived from the last night's shock.

"Be ready, get dressed and well prepared," he said,

"For what?" I felt frivolity. I didn't expect the king to be this cunning.

"You said that you have started a wedding in your world, haven't you? So I am thinking of finishing the incomplete wedding,"

My eyes got wider, "what did you say?" I wasn't sure if I mistook his words.

"Yes, Cheng Gu, make sure that every official attends my wedding ceremony with Lady Pragya,"

"Excuse me, you can't do this on me. You can't marry me without my will," I said.

The King neared my ears and let out, "If you are not willing to marry me then forget it to get back to your world. I will make your life a living hell," he blackmailed me.

"Cheng Gu, tell all the decree to be written that I am getting married. I will appoint there as the fourth Imperial concubine,"

What? I am his fourth wife and he is doing it publicly? What a shame!


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