Beyhadh Coincidence?

“As a person gives up old garments to put on new ones. Similarly, the soul accepts new material bodies to replace the old and useless ones.”

**Rishi:**

Maya Jaisingh (FL)

"Are you okay?"

As the soft, melodic voice floated through the haze of my mind, I slowly began to regain consciousness. I blinked, squinting against the brightness that enveloped me. A woman's face emerged from the light, her features gentle and warm, a sweet smile gracing her lips as if she were a guardian angel watching over me. But when I opened my eyes again, the scene shifted. I found myself nestled in the familiar comfort of my bedroom.

--- **Rudra:**

With the thrill of victory still coursing through my veins, I packed my bag after another hard-fought fencing match. The scent of sweat and adrenaline lingered in the air as I made my way to the door, my heart still racing from the excitement. Just as I reached for the handle, a foil suddenly whizzed past me, barely grazing my face. The sharp clang of metal rang out. The challenger emerged from the shadows, a determined glint in her eyes.

Rudra Roy(ML)

“I could’ve gotten hurt, you know.

Rudra Roy(ML)

But I must admit, I admire your style of challenging me to play. Unfortunately, I can’t.”

I turned to leave, but she blocked my path again.

Rudra Roy(ML)

“Come back tomorrow at 9 if you’re so eager to lose,” I shot back, trying to maintain my bravado. But she wasn’t having any of it.

Rudra Roy(ML)

“Seems like you’re in the mood to lose today,” I teased, relenting just a bit. “Alright, five minutes.”

With a quick flurry of movement, I found myself on the defensive. “Congrats on losing,” I remarked, half-joking, as I fought with a light touch. But then, in an unexpected twist, my foil caught her headgear, and I felt a pang of guilt.

Rudra Roy(ML)

“I’m so sorry, ma’am. I didn’t mean to hurt you. You’re a fantastic fencer, but today just wasn’t your day.” I offered a genuine smile. “We played well, though. See you around.”

Just as I turned to leave, she sprang into action, attacking me with the ferocity of a wild animal.

Rudra Roy(ML)

“Do we have some kind of connection?” I asked, bewildered by her relentless pursuit. “What’s your problem?”

Frustration boiled over, and I pinned her against the wall with my foil, my voice steady.

Rudra Roy(ML)

“I belong to the 21st century. I won’t hurt a girl, but I won’t get hurt either. I’m not made to lose.”

With a surge of determination, she pushed back, throwing a paper at me, pinning it to my chest with her foil. I hissed in pain, shock coursing through me.

Rudra Roy(ML)

FUCK! “ARE YOU MAD? Are you crazy?”

Maya Jaisingh (FL)

“People consider me that,”

Rudra Roy(ML)

“Crazy?” I echoed, disbelief etched on my face.

She shook her head, a smirk dancing on her lips.

Maya Jaisingh (FL)

“Maya Jaisingh. I’m the lady whose next book you’ll be publishing—at least, that’s what you wrote in this article,”

she said, gesturing to the paper pinned to my chest. I frowned, scanning the article.

Rudra Roy(ML)

“This is nonsense,” I muttered.