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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 sketch lay on his desk, staring at him as if it held a secret just beyond his reach. His mind replayed Aryan's words—maybe she's your soulmate from a past life. He wasn't the type to believe in reincarnation or fate, but there was something unsettling about the whole thing.

Why had he drawn her? Why did it feel like he knew her?

Frustrated, he closed his eyes and let exhaustion take over.

Through dimly lit corridors, his breath ragged, his heart pounding. The air smelled of rain and old stone. A soft glow flickered ahead—a lantern swinging wildly in someone's hand.

She stood at the end of the corridor, her dark eyes wide with fear, her hand reaching for him.

"Satya..." Her voice was barely a whisper, but it sent a shiver through his bones.

A sudden force yanked her backward into the darkness. He lunged forward, desperate to hold on, but the shadows swallowed her whole.

Satya gasped, his chest rising and falling as he stared at the ceiling. His room was silent except for the sound of his own rapid breathing. His sheets were damp with sweat.

He had never seen that place before, never been there—yet it felt terrifyingly familiar. And her voice... she had called his name.

He turned his head toward his desk, his eyes falling on the sketch.

His hands trembled as he reached for the drawing, his pulse hammering in his ears.

He had never met her. Never seen her. And yet, she haunted his dreams.

Chapter 2: The Girl in the Shadows