Years passed. Time moved forward, but some wounds never healed.
Meera never married. Not in that life, not in any other.
She carried Satya—Veer—in her memories, in her thoughts, in the quiet spaces of her heart where love never faded.
The world now knew their story. The story of a love that defied time, that endured beyond life itself.
Historians wrote about the forgotten artist, Veer Meghawal.
Poets whispered about the princess, Meera Rathore, who had chosen love over the throne.
Their names, once buried under lies, were now spoken with reverence.
The palace where they had once met, where they had suffered, where Satya had uncovered the truth, became a place of legend. Visitors came to see the hidden chambers, the faded paintings, the walls that had once trapped a love too great for this world.
And somewhere, beneath the weight of history, Meera still waited.
For another life.
For another chance.
For the day their souls would find each other once more.
Because some loves never end.