Blood soaked the ivory marble floor. Her breathing was shallow. Every bone in her body screamed in pain. Her eyes fluttered, but she could no longer see clearly.

Her husband's laughter echoed as his mistress stood triumphant over her. "You were never meant to survive this world," Siya sneered.

But Aarika wasn't done.

"If I am meant to love... if I was ever meant to live," she whispered, her voice trembling, "then God, give me a second chance. Let me rewrite my story..."

And in the silence that followed, as death began to pull her in, the world shifted.

And she woke up. In the past. Whole. Alive. With vengeance in her heart.