The city of Delhi stretched endlessly before them, a vast sea of concrete and glass under the hot sun. Princess Meher stood on the rooftop of Aryan's modest apartment, her deep green eyes scanning the unfamiliar landscape. The distant sounds of honking cars and bustling crowds filled the air, a stark contrast to the serene and lush environment she remembered from Nandipur. Her royal garments felt out of place in this modern world, but the determination in her heart remained unshaken.

Aryan watched her from a few steps away, still trying to process the whirlwind of events that had led to this moment. He had always been fascinated by the past, but now the past was quite literally standing before him. The more he thought about it, the more surreal it seemed. And yet, there was an undeniable connection between him and this lost princess, one that he couldn't ignore.

"Everything is so... different," Meher murmured, her voice tinged with sadness. "Where are the gardens, the palaces? What happened to my people?"

Aryan hesitated, unsure of how to break the news to her. "Princess Meher," he began carefully, "a lot of time has passed since your kingdom's fall. Over 500 years, to be exact. The world has changed in ways you can't even begin to imagine. Nandipur... it's gone."

Meher's breath caught in her throat. The weight of Aryan's words settled heavily on her shoulders. 500 years. The realization that her family, her kingdom, and everything she once knew were long gone was almost too much to bear. But as the initial shock passed, a new resolve began to form within her.

"Gone," she whispered, more to herself than to Aryan. "But if I've been brought back, there must be a reason. Nandipur's legacy cannot end like this. There has to be something left—some clue, some way to restore what was lost."

Aryan nodded, sensing her determination. "I believe you're right. There's a reason you were awakened now, in this time. And I'm going to help you find out what it is."

He gestured for her to follow him back inside, where his laptop sat open on a cluttered desk. The screen was filled with articles, maps, and old manuscripts, all related to Nandipur. Aryan had been researching the kingdom for months, piecing together its history from whatever fragments he could find. But now, with Meher's help, he had the chance to uncover the full story.

"I've been studying Nandipur for a while," Aryan explained as they sat down. "There are legends about hidden treasures, lost manuscripts, and ancient secrets that were buried when the kingdom fell. If we can find them, we might be able to learn more about what happened—and how you ended up here."

Meher leaned closer, her interest piqued. "Where do we start?"

Aryan clicked on a map that showed the location of an old temple, nestled deep within the forests outside Delhi. "This temple was said to be one of the last places where the royal family sought refuge before Nandipur's final days. If there's anything left of your kingdom, it might be there."

Meher's heart quickened at the thought. The idea of returning to a place connected to her past filled her with a mixture of hope and dread. But she knew that she couldn't shy away from the task ahead.

"Then we'll go," she declared with a sense of finality. "Whatever we find there, it will bring us one step closer to restoring Nandipur."

Aryan couldn't help but smile at her determination. "We'll leave first thing tomorrow. But for now, you need to rest. You've been through a lot."

Meher gave a small nod, though her mind was already racing with possibilities. As she lay down on the makeshift bed Aryan had prepared for her, the reality of her situation weighed heavily on her. The modern world was strange and overwhelming, but she couldn't let that deter her. There was too much at stake.

As sleep finally overtook her, Meher's dreams were filled with memories of Nandipur—the lush gardens, the grand palaces, the laughter of her people. But those dreams were soon replaced by darker visions: the kingdom in flames, her family's desperate attempts to save what little they could, and finally, the cold darkness that had enveloped her for centuries.

When she awoke the next morning, the first light of dawn streaming through the window, Meher knew that there was no turning back. The journey ahead would be long and arduous, but she was ready to face it. With Aryan by her side, she would uncover the truth about her past—and fight to ensure that Nandipur's legacy was not forgotten