TIME OF LOVE

METHARAJ CHAIYA 1990 — RAJ'S POV:

I scoffed at love in the blunt, uncompromising world of 1990. I saw it as a weakness, a sentiment that corrupted even the strongest people, leaving them foolish and vulnerable to ruinous mistakes. I wanted no part of such a volatile emotion, but fate had a cruel joke for me. It imposed love upon me through a boy as mysterious as a ghost.

He was a phantom, or so I thought, seen by no one but me. I was wrong. He wasn't a specter at all, but a soul caught in time's relentless curse, forever out of my reach. The day I watched him bleed is seared into my very being; it was the day he vanished from my timeline, lost to me forever. His disappearance ripped a hole in my world, exposing a truth I’d fought so hard to deny: I can’t exist without his love.

In my final moments, I’m pouring my essence into this book. It's a desperate plea for it to transcend time and find its way to his original timeline. This is my goodbye, my love. A world without you is an eternal night, a void of suffocating darkness. Our impossible separation isn't your fault; it's my penance, the crushing weight of karma for the lives I’ve taken and the suffering I’ve caused. So when our paths inevitably cross again, I pray happiness will finally be ours, even if it's beyond this lifetime.

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METHARAJ CHAIYA 2025 — META'S POV:

A memory, cruelly erased but fiercely held by my heart, whispers of the love we shared. Fate conspires to tear us apart, but I cling to an impossible truth: our love defies the boundaries of time and destiny. Still, even in this lifetime, I failed you. I failed to protect you, to cherish you. Your suffering now is a brand on my soul, a testament to my weakness, to the moments I let others hinder our love.

But no more. I won't let you suffer again. Our love, cursed by time in a past life, ended in sorrow, and now my karma threatens to condemn us once more. We are meant to love, but fate itself screams for our separation. To erase your agony and banish the pain I inadvertently caused, I will ensure my past self survives, and thrives without you. In this timeline, I won’t be reborn. No one will ever hurt you again. You will know only peace.

This is my final act, the only path to your happiness—a happiness found not in my arms, but in another's embrace. This choice shatters me, but your joy is my sole desire. I can’t bear for you to suffer, my beloved Thyme, not one moment more.

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KHUN AHAN YIMGIN 2034 — THYME'S POV:

I, Future Thyme, bear this curse—a testament to a past happiness denied. But this curse, this bitter instrument of our separation, will become my key, forging a path for us to be together forever. Let my hands be stained with blood; let my very existence be erased. I will pay any price to secure our intertwined destiny.

Those who tore us apart will crumble. The circumstances that forced your devastating decision will cease to exist. Only our love, defiant and eternal, will remain. The curse once clouded my mind, but your absence—the chilling reality that only I remember you—has ignited a fierce resolve. Because I remember, I have the strength to wield this curse and salvage a love not destined for us. Even if it means battling time itself and defying the threads of destiny, I will do it. For us. For our love.

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KHUN AHAN YIMGIN 2025 — THYME'S POV:

I suffer humiliation, brought to the brink of death, all for the sake of love. Yet, I swear I will never regret it. Others may deem me tainted and scarred by the harsh realities I've faced, but in your eyes—in his eyes—I am accepted, loved without reservation. Time and again, external forces have conspired to tear us apart, but our love, a defiant flame, has always triumphed.

Now a different kind of trap ensnares me, a torment more agonizing than any physical pain: whom do I choose? Do I give my heart to the Meta of 2025, whose raw vulnerability first captured my soul, or to the Meta of 1990, a man hardened by time yet still holding the same unwavering gaze? I hate this curse, this cruel twist of fate that has bound me to two versions of the same soul in fractured timelines. My once-resolute heart now wavers, a frantic hummingbird caught between two irresistible flowers.

Whom should I choose? Whom dare I love when my heart beats a frantic rhythm for both of you? Is this feeling, this agonizing devotion to a shared soul across different eras, truly cheating? The brutal truth remains: choosing one banishes the other, condemning one version of you to an eternity beyond my sight. What monstrous karma have I incurred to suffer such an unbearable plight? In both timelines, shadows conspire to separate us; hands reach out to harm me, all to sever this impossible bond. All I yearn for is happiness, a joy I’ve never truly known within the confines of my own family. I pray with every fiber of my being that the choice I am forced to make will not become the deepest, most agonizing regret of this scarred life.

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UNKNOWN POV:

From the shadows where my rightful destiny lies buried, I watch you, a persistent thorn in my side. Why do you relentlessly obstruct my happiness, both in the echoes of the past and the stark reality of this present? My love for him is an unyielding force, and he will be mine. No one else, certainly not you, shall claim him. I will eradicate any obstacle, even if it means extinguishing your very existence, for we are the ones destined, not you and him. In a past that mocks me, you may have stolen his affection, and I, bound by circumstances, lacked the power to claim what was intrinsically mine. But this time, the scales of fate have tipped. I have been granted this divine right to reclaim what was unjustly taken. This time, I will win.

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DOM'S POV:

In the silent chambers of my heart, a profound love aches for him. Yet, you are my friend, and he too is a cherished companion. This agonizing truth compels me toward selflessness, to temper the consuming fire of jealousy that threatens to scorch all I hold dear. The greatest act of devotion I can offer is release, to sever the tether of my yearning so that I may paradoxically remain by his side forever. His happiness, a beacon in my shadowed world, will be my own. This love, though it rends my soul with its selfless demand, is the only righteous course. If fate truly intends for us to be entwined, then time, that relentless weaver of destinies, will surely bring us together. Until then, I will stand by as a silent guardian, my love a whispered prayer for his joy, even if it means my own heart breaks in the quiet solitude of letting go.

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LANCE'S POV:

In the quiet chambers of my heart, where love for you resides, I am prepared to offer everything. I can sacrifice the deepest desires of my soul, even endure the unbearable agony of witnessing you find solace in another's arms. My love for you demands no recompense, no reciprocity; it simply is. It asks for nothing in return, a pure and unblemished devotion that seeks only your happiness, even at the cost of my own heart shattering into a thousand pieces. My love, in its truest form, is a boundless offering, content in the knowledge of your joy, no matter the cost to myself.

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NON'S POV:

In my despair, I, Non, committed a crime, a transgression born of an all-consuming love for you. Why can't you grant me the love I so desperately crave? For this so-called love, I allowed my hands to be sullied by blood, staining my soul with unspeakable acts. I was a fool, blinded by a desperate longing, but no longer. My eyes are open now, and I will ensure we break free from the mistakes of the past, ending the cycle of pain and regret. I will stop you, not out of malice, but because my love for you, in its rawest, most agonizing form, demands it.

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EVERYONE'S POV:

We have all suffered. Each of us has faced an abyss of difficulties, and endured trials that threatened to shatter our very souls. Yet, through every storm, we persevered, bound by the unbreakable threads of love. In this grand, tumultuous drama, some of us played the hero, others the villain, our hands stained by desperate acts or redeemed by selfless sacrifice. But in the end, none of that truly matters. What endures, what shines brightest through the darkest night, is the love we forged—the connections that defied time and fate. So now, let the past be a prologue. Let every tear shed and every battle fought culminate in this moment. With hearts open and spirits reborn, let us finally begin. This is not merely a chapter; this is the dawn of a new era. This is the Time of Love.