Time…
A force that changes everything—
yet there are some stories
that do not fade with time…
instead, they grow deeper.
150 years ago…
The sky was clear,
and there was a strange calmness in the air.
Deep within the dense forest,
a king rode forward alone on his horse—
King Narok.
He was not just a king…
he was a conqueror,
one who had brought many kingdoms under his rule.
But on that day…
he had not come for war,
but in search of peace.
As he ventured deeper into the forest,
his eyes suddenly fell upon a sight—
A girl…
Her skin shimmered like moonlight,
and her eyes held an unsettling depth.
She stood among the trees,
as if the forest itself was protecting her.
Chhaya.
Her name…
a symbol of darkness and mystery.
King Narok halted for a moment.
His gaze refused to leave her.
"Who… are you?"
he asked softly.
The girl smiled…
but there was something strange about that smile.
"I am… someone you should never have met."
Narok ignored her words.
To him, she was simply a beautiful girl…
one he had already become drawn to at first sight.
"What are you doing here, all alone in this forest?"
Chhaya looked at him—
straight into his eyes.
"I belong here…
and this forest… belongs to me."
There was a strange authority in her voice.
But Narok…
was already completely under her spell.
Days passed…
and Narok began visiting the forest again and again.
With every meeting…
his attraction grew stronger.
And then, one day—
"Chhaya…
will you marry me?"
Silence fell over the forest.
For a moment…
even the wind seemed to stop.
Chhaya slowly closed her eyes…
and then spoke—
"If you still say this after knowing the truth…
then I will go with you."
Narok answered without hesitation—
"I don't care about any truth."
And just like that…
he made the greatest mistake of his life.
A few days later…
the entire kingdom was filled with celebration.
King Narok had married a mysterious girl.
The people were happy…