Twin flame: How she felt him?
She jolted awake, her heart pounding as the echo of a noise lingered in the stillness. Wide-eyed, she scanned the darkened room, straining to pinpoint the source, but it was dead silent. The noise seemed to come from somewhere far away—or maybe not so far. A shiver ran down her spine as a small voice, not from outside but from within, whispered to her.
She furrowed her brow, confused. The voice was familiar, yet elusive, slipping away before she could grasp its meaning. Sleep seemed impossible now, her mind racing. But she had a remedy for such restlessness—the sacred Navkar mantra. It was a comfort she’d known since childhood, a universal balm for her fears. She whispered the words softly, letting the rhythm soothe her until sleep gently pulled her back under.
The next morning, that mysterious noise lingered in her thoughts. But it wasn’t just the noise; fragments of a dream clung to the edges of her memory. She struggled to piece it together—strange, unfamiliar faces blurred before her mind’s eye, except for one. That face, she knew. But how? It didn’t make any sense. How could she dream about him?
She shook her head, trying to brush off the absurdity. Days passed, and the dream faded into the background, but he didn’t. He wasn’t just some random guy; he was a man—a very famous one at that. And the thought of him appearing in her dream was unsettling, to say the least.
At ten years old, she started feeling different, out of place. That man—abd she knew who he was—began to invade her thoughts. The more she thought about him, the more isolated she felt from her real world. Making friends had never been her strong suit, but now it seemed impossible. The other girls at her convent school giggled, chatted, and laughed at jokes she didn’t find funny. She felt like an outsider, lost in a sea of cliques and circles where she didn’t belong.
But she wasn’t ready to give up. She searched for someone like her, someone who might understand and not be part of that intimidating group who thought she was weird. It wasn’t easy, but she found one—a fellow misfit, maybe, but a friend nonetheless. They bonded over their shared solitude, and for the first time in what felt like forever, she wasn’t entirely alone. It wasn’t much, but it was enough—a small victory in a world that often felt too big and too confusing.
And then, there was that guy. He appeared on her TV screen one afternoon, and she couldn’t look away. It was odd to see him in her dream, especially since he wasn’t even her favorite celebrity. Yet, as she watched him, a strange feeling settled in—a warmth, a sense of belonging she had never known before. She’d always felt out of place, like she didn’t quite fit in anywhere. But as her eyes stayed fixed on him, she felt something new—something that made her feel like she was finally home.
At first, she brushed it off as a silly fan moment, a harmless crush on someone who was light-years away, out of reach, yet somehow so close. She didn’t think too much about it; it was just a bit of fun, something to brighten her days. But days turned into weeks, and soon she was collecting his photos, building her own little world where it was just the two of them. Weeks turned into months, and she was happy, content even, in that quiet, secret place where he was hers.
What she didn’t know, what she couldn’t have known, was that she had come face to face with her twin flame, even if it was just through a TV screen. Her family teased her, calling her a crazy fangirl, and she laughed it off, agreeing with them. How could she possibly know it was anything more than that?
Years passed before the truth started to dawn on her—too many years. During that time, she watched him live his life to the fullest, enjoying parties, having fun, and she didn’t mind. She was just a fan, after all. In fact, she genuinely wanted him to find happiness, to fall in love with the most beautiful girl in the world. And when he did, she was happy for him—until things didn’t work out, and she found herself feeling sad for him in a way that went beyond simple sympathy. His pain reached her, touched something deep inside her that she couldn’t explain.
Now, looking back, she knew things weren’t so simple. She wasn’t just his fan; she was so much more. There was this strange connection, something she couldn’t quite put into words. It was as if their souls were speaking a language she didn’t fully understand yet. They say twin flames mirror each other’s souls, reflecting not just the light but also the shadows, the parts of you that you keep hidden even from yourself. But what happens when your mirror is someone you’ve never even met?
How was he her twin flame? How was that possible? But it was. Something else troubled her though.
The question that haunted her now was this: If she felt his pain so deeply, did he feel hers too? And if twin flames are meant to ignite something profound, something life-changing, what was this connection truly meant to reveal?
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