The Iron Veil
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English is not my first language, and this is my very first story. Writing this has been a journey of passion, creativity, and learning for me. This work is entirely fictional, born from my imagination, and any resemblance to real-life events, places, or people, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters, settings, and plotlines are my own creation.
If you find any mistakes or things that don’t quite make sense, I sincerely apologize—I’m still learning and improving with every step. I’ve poured my heart into this story, and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
I kindly ask that you do not copy or reproduce my work without permission. However, if you have any feedback, advice, or suggestions to help me grow as a writer, I would be incredibly grateful. Your support means the world to me, and I’m excited to share this journey with you. Thank you for reading!
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Bye Have A Nice Day
Episode 1
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So let's start the story
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So before we start the story few things you should know
*Action*
"thinking"
Varnika Solanki an Army general who is currently on a vacation
She sat on her couch, flipping through the channels on her TV, her dinner forgotten on the coffee table.
The news anchor’s voice filled the room, talking about a recent archaeological discovery—ancient weapons believed to have been imbued with magical power.
Varnika Solanki
If we used to have magical powers.
Varnika Solanki
*She muttered, standing up and heading to the kitchen*
Varnika Solanki
We should’ve used them by now. Or at least made better weapons for the army. Time travel? Seriously, this is all rubbish.
She opened the oven to reheat her food, but as she dialed the oven blast.
When she opened her eyes, she was no longer in her kitchen.
She was in a lavish bedroom, surrounded by silk curtains and the scent of incense.
The first thing Varnika noticed was the silence.
No hum of electricity. No distant sound of traffic. Just the soft rustle of silk and the faint chirping of birds outside. She sat up, her heart pounding, and looked around.
Varnika Solanki
Where am I?
The room was opulent, with intricate carvings on the walls and a canopy bed draped in rich fabrics but all in pink. A maid stood by the door, her eyes wide with concern.
Priya(Maid)
My lady, you’re awake!
The maid exclaimed, rushing to her side.
Priya(Maid)
Thanks to the gods. We were so worried.
Varnika Solanki
Stared at her, her mind racing.
Varnika Solanki
"This isn’t right. I’m not supposed to be here. I was just in the kitchen. The oven. The explosion."
Varnika Solanki
throat felt dry, her voice unfamiliar as she croaked, “Where am I?”
Priya(Maid)
Frowned. “In your chambers, my lady. Don’t you remember? You fainted during the tea party.”
Varnika Solanki
Tea Party?
Varnika Solanki
Oo I reMember, you go I need to take a rest
Priya(Maid)
Sure My Lady
Have a good rest
(Bow)
Suddenly her stomach churned as a flood of memories rushed in—memories that weren’t hers. A life of silk dresses, embroidery, and stifling expectations. A life where women were seen, not heard. A life that wasn’t hers.
Varnika Solanki
No. This can’t be real. This has to be a dream. A hallucination.
Varnika Solanki
*closed her eyes, trying to steady her breathing.*"Wake up, Varnika. Wake up."
But when she opened her eyes again, everything was the same the room the bed ever her dress of silk
Varnika Solanki
"This is real. I’m someone else now. And I have no idea how to get back."
Her heart sank, but even as panic threatened to overwhelm her, a spark of determination flickered to life.
Varnika Solanki
"It's okay, Varnika. Think. You’ve faced worse than this. You’ll figure it out."
Varnika Solanki
forced a smile, her mind already racing with questions. "Who am I now? What is this place? And how do I survive here?"
Because one thing was certain: Varnika Solanki didn’t do helpless. And she wasn’t about to start now.
Varnika Solanki
*Lay in the unfamiliar bed, she found herself thinking of her grandmother. The memory was faint, like a dream slipping through her fingers, but she clung to it.*
Varnika's Grandmother
There was once a kingdom,
Varnika's Grandmother
where the stars whispered secrets and the rivers sang songs. But the kingdom was cursed, and only a girl from another world could break it.
Varnika Solanki
*laughed at the time, dismissing it as just another fairy tale. But now, as she stared at the ornate ceiling above her, the words took on a new meaning.*
Varnika Solanki
Eyes getting heavy
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