The glow from the bracelets intensified, pulsating with an otherworldly energy that sent shivers down Arjun's spine. He could feel the force pulling at him, stronger than anything he'd ever experienced. The symbols on the bracelets—Akasha, Kala, and Satya—seemed to come alive, shifting and rearranging in patterns too complex to comprehend.

"Guys, I can't let go!" Rohan shouted, his eyes wide with panic as the bracelet labeled Akasha, representing Space, clamped onto his wrist with an audible snap.

"Neither can I!" Kabir yelled, struggling against the Kala bracelet, which tightened around his forearm, glowing with a golden hue that seemed to pulse with the rhythm of time itself.

Arjun looked down in horror as the Satya bracelet, representing Reality, wrapped itself around his wrist, the silver inscriptions glowing brighter and brighter. It felt warm, almost alive, as if it was embedding itself into his very being.

The force pulling them intensified, and with a final, blinding flash, everything went still. For a moment, there was silence—complete, absolute silence.

And then they were somewhere else.

The air around them felt thick, humid, and oddly fragrant with unfamiliar scents—burning incense, fresh clay, and something earthy, ancient. Arjun staggered forward, his head spinning, as his eyes adjusted to the dim surroundings.

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"Kabir... Rohan... where the hell are we?" Arjun muttered, blinking rapidly.

Kabir was looking around in stunned silence, his usual analytical mind struggling to grasp the impossible. "Arjun... look at this place," he whispered.

They stood in what appeared to be a massive city square, surrounded by towering structures made of baked clay bricks, their walls adorned with intricate carvings and symbols—symbols exactly like those from the Indus Valley Civilization. The city was alive, bustling with people dressed in traditional robes, traders shouting prices in a language that sounded ancient yet somehow familiar.

Rohan, usually the skeptic, was at a complete loss for words. "No freaking way," he breathed. "Tell me this is some kind of crazy dream."

Kabir swallowed hard. "This... this is Harappa or Mohenjo-daro. The architecture, the clothes, the markets... We've traveled thousands of years back in time."

Arjun looked down at his wrist, where the Satya bracelet still clung tightly. The runes were no longer glowing, but he could feel their presence, a constant hum beneath his skin. "Guys, the bracelets... they're stuck. We can't take them off."

Rohan yanked at his bracelet in frustration. "Damn thing won’t budge!" He winced as it seemed to tighten the more he struggled. "Great. We're trapped in the past and accessorized against our will."

Kabir, despite the situation, couldn't help but analyze their predicament. "I think these bracelets did more than just bring us here. They're... connected to us now."

Arjun sighed, rubbing his temple. "We need to figure out why we're here and how to get back. But first... we need to blend in."

Rohan glanced around and groaned. "Blend in? Have you seen us? We look like lost tourists from the 21st century."

Kabir smirked. "We’ll figure it out. First things first, let’s gather information."

As they cautiously moved through the city, their bracelets pulsed faintly, as if guiding them toward something—or someone. Every glance at the ancient symbols carved into the city walls sent a chill down Arjun's spine. He had studied these inscriptions for years, but now he understood them in a way he never had before.

It was as if the bracelet had unlocked something within him.

"Arjun," Kabir whispered, pointing to a large temple structure in the distance. "I think we should start there."

Arjun nodded, gripping his wrist. "Alright. Let’s find out why the past pulled us in... and how to escape it."

As they ventured further into the heart of the city, the weight of history pressed down on them. They weren’t just explorers anymore; they were part of the story.