I jolted awake.

My hands shook, my heart slamming against my ribs. But the pain? It was already fading, dissolving into the heavy quiet of my bedroom.

I had seen it all. Lived it. And now, I knew.

Rohit. The love of my life in this lifetime? was my murderer in another.

I had felt the blade, felt the betrayal, but more than that - I had felt his hesitation.

Why had he done it? The question gnawed at the edges of my mind. Rage? Jealousy? A past I had yet to uncover.

And then I realized something else, something even more terrifying.

This wasn't the first time I had seen him do this.

There had been other glimpses - flickers of violence, of pain, of a road that always led to destruction. A road that, in this lifetime, I was trying to prevent him from taking.

I had loved him before. And now, in this life, I had fallen in love with him again.

But was I supposed to save him this time? Or was fate simply repeating itself?