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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 Shadows

Satya and Saanvi stood outside the crumbling gates of the Rathore estate. The once-grand mansion loomed in the moonlight, its tall windows dark and lifeless. A heavy silence surrounded the place, as if time itself had stopped here.

"This place still holds secrets," Saanvi murmured.

Satya glanced at the locked gate. "And someone doesn't want them uncovered."

Devraj had managed to track Virendra Rathore's whereabouts—he was in Jaipur, but no one knew when he would return. That meant they had to find their own way in.

Professor Raghav, who had insisted on accompanying them, examined the rusted chains on the gate. "We don't need to break in. There's always another way."

Satya scanned the perimeter and spotted a broken section of the side wall, overgrown with vines. "There."

They climbed over carefully, stepping onto the estate grounds. The air inside felt different—thick, charged with something unseen. Saanvi shivered.

As they approached the main entrance, Saanvi suddenly stopped.

She turned toward a side courtyard. There, hidden among the weeds, was an old stone bench.

A sharp jolt of memory hit her. Meera sat here before… waiting for someone.

She stepped closer, brushing away the fallen leaves. Her fingers traced the carvings on the bench's side. A faint engraving of a peacock—a symbol of the Rathores.

Satya crouched beside her. "Did you remember something?"

She hesitated. "Not fully… but I know this place meant something to Meera."

Before they could think further, a deep voice broke the silence.

They turned sharply. A tall man stood in the doorway of the estate, his face shadowed. Virendra Rathore.

Satya stepped forward, his jaw clenched. "We need to talk."

Virendra's eyes were unreadable. "About what?"

Saanvi met his gaze. "About Meera and Veer."

For a moment, there was only silence. Then, to their surprise, Virendra smirked.

"You're a little late," he said. "Someone else is already looking for the same truth."

Satya and Saanvi exchanged a glance.

They weren't the only ones after the past. But who else wanted the truth—and why?

Chapter 57: Shadows of the Past