Arjun's new life in the city was thrilling, yet the past never truly left him.
One rainy afternoon, as he walked through a crowded market, a sudden vision struck him—vivid, unshakable. He saw the river near his village overflowing again, just as it had years ago. This time, the bridge didn't survive, and he saw someone unfamiliar trapped under the water.
His heart raced. He wanted to run back, to warn them, but the city was far, and no one here would understand.
A hand on his shoulder pulled him out of his panic. "You're distracted," Varun said, appearing beside him as if from nowhere. "The past follows you for a reason, Arjun. But you can't fix everything. Not anymore."
Arjun shook his head. "I can't ignore it. People could die!"
"Do you remember what I told you?" Varun's gaze was stern. "Knowing the future doesn't always mean you can save it. Sometimes, interfering only makes things worse."
Arjun clenched his fists, frustrated. But deep down, he knew Varun was right. Each attempt to change the past in the village had only caused more chaos.
That night, Arjun lay awake in his small room, staring at the ceiling. Memories of the village—the people he left behind, the disasters he couldn't prevent—haunted him. His gift was a blessing, yes, but also a burden heavier than any stone.
The next morning, he found a letter slipped under his door. It was from Rohan.
"Arjun… your mother keeps the garden you loved. Don't forget us. And please… be careful."
Arjun held the letter close, a lump forming in his throat. Even miles away, the village reached him. The shadows of his past weren't gone—they were reminders of who he was and why he needed to be careful with his visions.
Varun appeared once more, as if sensing his thoughts. "The past will always follow you, Arjun. But your future is here, in this city. Learn from your visions, but do not be chained by them."
Arjun nodded slowly. The city was full of possibilities, yes—but it was also full of consequences. Every vision, every decision, mattered.
And he realized: to truly step into his future, he had to face his past—not by changing it, but by accepting it.