"Thabit…?"
"Nefreti…?"
Claudia was sure that the air she had inhaled before listening to those words got stuck somewhere in her lungs as it wasn't coming out. She couldn't be Nefreti, he couldn't be Thabit. The people…the story of love she grew up listening and admiring couldn't be these two.
"You may hold the hands of the bride." Someone from behind told him and in a daze, he reached out for her hands. He couldn't see her expressions but he could tell what chaos may have bubbled inside her as it did inside him as well.
If what she had been reading was the book of history and if the characters written inside it were from the same time period as they were in, then there was no doubt that the famous lovers of time were none other than these two. But then again, how was it possible?
