Sahil always knew things he shouldn't.
Not in a flashy, fortune-teller kind of way. He didn't read palms or tarot cards. He just… knew. When someone would fall sick. When two people were about to break up. When something awful was about to happen, even before the signs appeared.
He didn't like it.
He didn't want it.
But the truth didn't care.
He lived a quiet life in Pune, far from his twin brother Neil's spotlight. Sahil worked at a modest history museum by day and studied astrology and Vedic texts by night—not because he believed in superstition, but because it helped quiet the voices in his head.
Patterns. Timelines. Karma. Cycles.
Something about it all felt… familiar.
Too familiar.
Lately, the visions had returned.
Not dreams—visions. Sharp, overwhelming flashes in broad daylight. He'd be walking home from work, and suddenly he was standing in the middle of a battlefield, watching a blood-soaked wheel spin endlessly in the mud.
He saw the fall of kings.
He saw a fire swallowing a forest.
He saw himself, younger and crowned, kneeling at the feet of a woman in blue, whispering:
"I know what must happen, Devi. But I will not stop it."
The woman nodded, her eyes calm but sad.
"And that will be your curse, Sahadeva."
He hadn't told Neil.
His brother wouldn't understand. Neil chased the thrill of life while Sahil tried to make sense of its deeper currents. They were twins in blood—but not in soul.
But something was calling them back.
He could feel it, the convergence of lifelines.
Yudhishthir was awake.
Bhima was stirring.
Arjuna's aim was returning.
And Sahil, more than anyone, could feel the wheel of karma turning.
The dice had been thrown again. The old war was not over.
Only this time, the battlefield had changed.
And this time, he might not stay silent.