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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

The air in the chamber grew thick with tension. The man stepped forward, his face becoming clearer under the dim light. His skin was weathered, his beard scruffy, and his eyes—dark, tired, but filled with recognition.

Satya took a step forward, his pulse hammering. "You were expecting us?"

The man exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "Not expecting… but hoping someone like you would come." His gaze landed on Saanvi, then Aryan and Virendra. "And I suppose fate decided it would be you."

Virendra's hands curled into fists. "Who the hell are you?"

The man reached into his coat—slowly, cautiously. Satya tensed, ready to react, but the stranger simply pulled out a small metal insignia. He held it up between his fingers. The emblem was intricate—gold and red, bearing the sigil of an ancient royal order.

Satya's breath caught. "That's…"

The man nodded. "I am one of the last surviving members of a society that has existed for centuries. We were the keepers of history, the ones who documented everything—including the fate of Veer Meghawal."

Saanvi's eyes widened. "Then you know what happened to him?"

The man's expression darkened. "I know… but it's not a simple story. And it's one that has cost many their lives." He glanced toward the passage they had come from. "Including the man you just encountered."

A cold shiver ran through Satya. "He was willing to die rather than reveal the truth."

The historian's jaw tightened. "Because he knew what would happen if he did. The people who buried Veer's story are still watching. And they will kill to keep it that way."

Aryan scoffed. "Then why haven't they killed you yet?"

The man smirked, but there was no humor in it. "Because I have something they need." He turned toward the desk and lifted a stack of papers, revealing a hidden compartment. He reached inside and pulled out a small, leather-bound journal.

Satya's heart pounded as the man placed it in his hands. The book was old, its edges frayed, but Veer's name was inscribed on the cover.

"This," the historian said, voice heavy with meaning, "is the last known record of Veer Meghawal's final days."

Satya's fingers trembled as he traced the name on the cover. The weight of history pressed down on him.

Saanvi swallowed hard. "What's in it?"

The historian exhaled. "The truth. But you must understand… once you open that book, there's no going back."

Satya exchanged glances with Saanvi, Aryan, and Virendra.

Then, with a deep breath, he unfastened the journal and turned the first page.

Chapter 86: The Keeper of Secrets