Into The Unknown
Arjun's eyes fluttered open to a world that defied everything he had ever known. The first thing he saw was Krishna—tall, with deep blue eyes that seemed to hold the mysteries of the universe, and probably the most handsome men he had ever seen. He was slightly older than Arjun, lean yet with a muscular frame that spoke of strength beneath his calm demeanor.
Krishna helped Arjun to his feet, muttering to himself in a perplexed tone. "Why couldn't I sense your presence?" he wondered , his gaze fixed on Arjun with a mix of curiosity and concern.
Arjun's surroundings were a spectacle of wonder and disbelief. Gone were the familiar sights of Delhi; instead, he beheld carriages without animals, floating effortlessly through the sky. High-rise buildings towered above, their architecture blending modernity with an ancient allure. And to Arjun's astonishment, mythical creatures he had only imagined in stories now roamed freely.
Krishna broke the spell of silence with a calm voice that seemed to resonate with the depths of the ocean. "Welcome to our world, Arjun," he began, his words carrying a weight of revelation. "Those flying vehicles are called vimaans, and everything here is intertwined with magic."
Before Arjun could fully comprehend the implications of Krishna's words, a wave of dizziness overcame him, and he fainted once more.
When Arjun regained consciousness, he found himself in a grand chamber reminiscent of ancient royal quarters. The room exuded a sense of timeless majesty, adorned with intricate carvings and tapestries that whispered tales of a bygone era.
A glass of water floated toward him, guided by an unseen force, and settled gently into his hands. Beside him stood Krishna, unchanged in his calmness and composure. "Drink this," Krishna suggested with a hint of humor, "before you faint again. It seems to be a recurring theme."
Arjun, still reeling from the shock of his surroundings, silently obeyed and drank the water. As the cool liquid soothed his parched throat, he gathered his thoughts and found the courage to speak. "Who are you?" he finally managed to ask, his voice betraying a mix of awe and confusion. "Where are we, and what just happened?"
Krishna regarded him with a knowing smile, as though anticipating these questions. "Before I explain where we are," he began in his measured tone, "let me introduce myself properly. My name is Krishna."
Arjun couldn't suppress a hint of incredulity at the name's familiarity. "Krishna?" he echoed, a flicker of recognition dawning in his mind.
"We just jumped through a portal," Krishna continued, unaffected by Arjun's surprise. "That's why you fainted. It's a common reaction for first-timers. But I must admit, I'm puzzled why I couldn't sense you earlier. Mages can easily detect non-magical users like yourself."
Arjun took a deep breath, trying to process the whirlwind of information. "A portal?" he repeated, struggling to comprehend the enormity of what had just transpired.
"Yes, a portal," Krishna affirmed calmly. "You've crossed into a world where magic is real, where ancient myths and modern marvels coexist. This realm has remained hidden from Normals like you for centuries, protected by what we call the Veil."
Arjun listened intently, his mind racing with questions yet to be voiced. "The Veil?" he prompted, his curiosity piqued by Krishna's enigmatic words.
"The Veil is a barrier that separates our world from yours," Krishna explained patiently. To understand it, you need to hear a story first, and it goes like...