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Satya, a talented sketch artist, begins drawing a mysterious girl he’s never seen, only to realize she appears in his dreams. He believes they shared a connection in a past life, where he was Veer, a royal artist who loved a girl named Meera.

In the present day, Saanvi, unaware of her past life, unknowingly leads Satya on a search for answers. Through dreams and clues, Satya uncovers fragments of their shared history but struggles to meet her. After multiple twists of fate, Satya finally encounters Saanvi in Jaipur, and they begin a conversation centered around their mutual love for sketching.

As they grow closer, Satya remains patient, letting their connection develop naturally, while Saanvi starts to sense a deeper bond. The story explores reincarnation, love beyond time, and the power of art to reunite souls.

Sketching her shadow

The graphite moved effortlessly across the crisp white paper, guided by instincts Satya couldn't explain. His pencil sketched each stroke with precision—gentle curves, soft eyes, a delicate smile. He had drawn countless portraits before, but this one was different.

And yet, there she was—emerging from the lines of his hand as if she had always existed, waiting to be remembered.

Satya sat back, staring at the nearly completed drawing. The girl in the portrait had an air of familiarity, yet he was certain they had never met. Her gaze, frozen in charcoal, felt as if she was looking right at him, through him.

His fingers trembled slightly as he added the final detail—a small bindi on her forehead. Why? He had no idea. But something inside him whispered that it belonged there.

"Bro, you're obsessed with drawing strangers now?" came a voice from behind.

Satya turned to see Aryan, his best friend and roommate, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed with an amused smirk.

"It's not like that," Satya muttered, setting his pencil down. "It just... happened."

Aryan walked over, peering at the sketch. His smirk faded. "Weird. She looks… real. Like you've seen her before."

"I haven't," Satya said firmly, though doubt crept into his mind. "At least, I don't think I have."

Aryan plopped onto the chair across from him, grabbing a protein bar from Satya's desk. "Maybe you saw her somewhere, and your subconscious remembered?" he suggested between bites.

Satya shook his head. He had a sharp memory, especially for faces. If he had seen her before, he would have remembered.

"Or," Aryan grinned, "maybe she's your soulmate from a past life."

Satya scoffed, but something in Aryan's words lingered. He glanced back at the portrait, his heart beating a little faster.

And why did it feel like he had been drawing her his whole life?

Chapter 1: The First Sketch