The air inside Nidhivan had shifted.
What once echoed with soft chants now vibrated with a strange hum — low, steady, and unsettling. Aarohi stood at the heart of the spiral temple, the Dvadasha Chakra beneath her feet glowing dimly. Ishaan, still recovering from the aftermath of the spiral's opening, leaned against one of the Kalpa pillars, blood dripping from his temple.
"This isn't the end," Vrinda's voice echoed from nowhere and everywhere, "It's the beginning of the truth you never wished to know."
And then it appeared —
A mirror, tall and ancient, rising from the temple floor like it had always belonged there. Its surface shimmered like water, but it did not reflect the present. It showed… versions.
🌙 Versions of Aarohi
One dressed in white — eyes pure, soul untouched.
Another cloaked in ash — eyes empty, hands stained with fire.
A third — fierce, her lips whispering mantras of destruction.
Aarohi stepped closer.
The mirror pulled her in — not physically, but mentally. She could feel the lives she never lived… the Aarohis she could've become.
– One where she ran away from Vrindavan.
– One where she betrayed Ishaan.
– One where she destroyed Nidhivan herself.
"These… are all me?" she whispered.
"No," said a voice beside her.
It was Ishaan. But not her Ishaan.
This one wore darker robes. His Kalchakra mark was red, not blue.
"You were never supposed to see me," he said, stepping out of the mirror. "But the spiral has cracked. Now… versions leak through."
🌀 Meanwhile, outside the spiral…
Vrinda sat alone in the oldest sanctum, flipping the last page of her diary. Her fingers trembled.
"In every loop, Aarohi dies. In some, I kill her. In others, she chooses death herself. But only in this one… she might survive."
Vrinda closed the book. A tear slid down her cheek.
"Let her make the final choice."
⚔️ Final Scene
The mirror now showed Devsena.
She stood in a future Aarohi hadn't seen yet — bloodied, surrounded by fire.
And then, Avantika appeared beside her, holding a blue flame in one hand and a silver tear in the other.
The twins.
"This isn't just your story anymore," said the mirror.
"It never was."