Delhi, 2014. Seventeen-year-old Ansh Mehra sees something above the rooftops of Lajpat Nagar that cannot be explained — a luminous, pulsing orb that moves with impossible precision and vanishes without a trace. By morning, the person he loves most is gone too.
No body. No note. No explanation. Just a CCTV recording that shows her walking into a building she never walked out of.
What follows is ten years of obsession — and a theory. That time is not a river moving in one direction. That every moment that has ever existed still exists, fixed and permanent, the way every floor of a building exists even when you can only stand on one at a time. That if you understood the mathematics well enough, you could go back.
That she might still be there. Waiting in the amber of a past that never actually ended.
The Orb of Eternity is a novel about the physics of grief, the cost of obsession, and the question that haunts anyone who has ever lost something they cannot explain: what if the past is not gone — just locked?