A potpourri of fantasy, adventure, mystery and romance. A story of a 'mythstical' swan, part bird part airplane, created in ancient time and now coveted by an international group called the SFC. "Oh Sahib Turn around," the old man cried out to Avinaash as he walked away. "In return for his kindness, I have something for your grandson," the sage added. Reaching back into the hollow of the tree, he pulled out a packet and placed it quietly in Abhiraat's hand. "This is your inheritance, take it, and take good care of it. It will bring you remarkable fame, use it wisely, and remember there is a curse too." This fakir averred looking at Avinaash. "Princess Kurmona, you have the key, give it to Prince Vedanta. He will need it," the sage declared, addressing Mohini. Avinaash glanced at the old man, a vague unease, a sense of guilt, took hold of him. He could not fathom it Shaking it off, he curtly, he told Mohini to carry Abhiraat and bring him to the temple. Mohini obeyed. She nodded to the old man and mutely gave him her word. Through centuries, destiny had turned a full circle. Vallabha, Viraat, Vedanta and Kurmona...what did this lifetime have in store, what will this lifetime bring...?