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Second Phrase : Happiness

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There was once a very famous story of a historic couple that was very famous in the modern times, but there is this girl who says that all of it is a fantasy of some people and nothing more. The name of the girl is Siya, and one of the biggest reasons she says that is because the name of the girl from the famous couple is Siya, the same as her, and she doesn't believe in love. One day she woke up, but it wasn't in the same modern room she was used to waking up in but an ancient and aesthetic room. READ MORE TO FOLLOW SIYA ON HER JOURNEY.
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Chapter 1 - TRANSMIGRATED

**Siya's POV:**

People often love to talk about historical love stories as if they are real, discussing the sacrifices made, the passionate love, and the loyalty of those who waited for their loved ones. However, I believe this perspective can be a bit unrealistic, and I think we should all take a step back from those trendy stories that pop up online. Relationships depend on our personalities, interests, and even our appearances. Everyone is unique, and that's a wonderful thing!

I believe that people can spend their lives together, but I find it hard to accept stories about waiting for 50 years. It often seems like a way to avoid making a real commitment to someone else.

If you think my perspective is unromantic or that I'm not considering the feelings of these historical figures, let me clarify: those individuals have been gone for so long, and their stories feel distant. I don't feel any personal connection or obligation to sympathize with them. There are so many real love stories happening today that deserve our attention!

I once heard a story from someone about a girl with the same name as mine and a king who was a dragon. They were husband and wife! Can you believe it? The girl and the dragon had some kind of fight, and the minister, who worked for the girl's husband, turned out to be a werewolf and had feelings for her. I'm not sure what happened next because we haven't talked in a while; my friend got busy. Now, I'm here in the present, making dinner. I live alone and make my own decisions.

I don't live with my parents because I chose to be independent after completing my studies. I relocated to America to find a job and build my own life here. While my two sisters continue to live with our parents, I prefer my independence as I focus on pursuing my goals and ambitions. I am determined to make my parents proud. Additionally, I hold a degree in ACCA and work as an accountant, and my parents are from India.

Honestly, all I want to say is that I have always been very curious since I was a child, and that curiosity often lands me in situations where I can't do anything about it. So, let's pray that this time my curiosity doesn't lead me into a big problem. 

As I was thinking about all this, I finished preparing the food and completed all my chores. Now, I'm getting ready to sleep, so all I want to say now is goodnight, and I'll see you tomorrow!d suggest we all take a step back from those trendy stories that pop up online. Relationships depend on who we are as individuals—our personalities, interests, and even our looks. Everyone is unique, and that's a good thing!

I believe that people can spend their lives together, but I struggle to believe those stories about waiting for 50 years. It often sounds like a way to avoid making a real commitment to someone else.

If you think my view is a bit unromantic or I'm not considering their feelings, here's my take: those historical figures have been gone for so long. Their stories feel distant, and I don't personally feel the need to sympathize with them. There are so many real love stories out there today that deserve our attention!

I heard a story from someone about a girl with the same name as me and a king who was a dragon. They were husband and wife. Can you believe it? The girl and the dragon had some kind of fight, and the minister, who was under the girl's husband, turned out to be a werewolf of some sort and had feelings for her. I'm not sure what happened after that because we haven't talked in a while. My friend, who told me the story, got busy. Now, I'm here in the present, making dinner. I live alone and make my own decisions.

I don't live with my parents because I chose to be independent after completing my studies. I relocated to America to find a job and establish my own life here. While my two sisters continue to live with our parents, I prefer to live alone because I value my independence. It's not that I don't appreciate my family; rather, I am focused on pursuing my goals and ambitions. I'm determined to make my parents proud. Additionally, I hold a degree in ACCA and work as an accountant, and my parents are from India.

Honestly, all I want to say is that I have been curious since I was a child. This curiosity usually leads me to situations where I feel powerless. So let's hope that this time my curiosity doesn't land me in a big problem.

As I was reflecting on this, I finished my meal and completed all my chores. Now, I'm getting ready to sleep, so I just want to say goodnight and see you tomorrow. 

*THIRD PERSON'S POV*

As she slowly opened her eyes, she found herself staring at an unfamiliar ceiling, its ornate designs unfamiliar to her. Despite the strangeness of her surroundings, she felt neither fear nor anxiety; instead, a sense of calm washed over her as she convinced herself that she must be dreaming. This wasn't an unusual occurrence for her—she frequently drifted into bizarre dreams filled with vivid imagery and peculiar scenarios. Usually, she was able to distinguish between dreams and reality, but today, everything felt strikingly real. Shaking off the unsettling thought, she decided to close her eyes once more and slip back into the depths of slumber.

# AFTER A FEW HOURS #

Meanwhile, in a grand royal palace adorned with golden accents and silk tapestries, a handsome prince strode purposefully toward the west wing. Frustration etched lines across his chiseled features, and his brow was furrowed deeply as he muttered under his breath, clearly irritated by something beyond his control. Each step brought him closer to a heavy wooden door, intricately carved with scenes of valor and romance. With a swift motion, he reached the door and pushed it open, revealing the secrets that lay beyond...

#see you in the next chapter#