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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 pages of the journal were brittle, the ink faded with time. Satya carefully turned the first page, his breath shallow. The words were written in an elegant, precise hand—Veer Meghawal's own.

"The whispers of betrayal grow louder. The court is no longer a place of honor but a den of vipers. The king trusts too easily, blind to the shadows that creep around him. And I… I know too much."

Satya's hands trembled. The further he read, the clearer it became—Veer had discovered a conspiracy against the king. A betrayal planned from within the palace itself.

The names in the journal were familiar—noblemen, advisors, high-ranking officials. People who had rewritten history to frame Veer as the traitor while they hid their own treachery.

"I have sent word to the king, but I fear it will never reach him. They watch me. They know I have seen too much. If I am found dead, know that it was not my hand that ended my life—it was theirs."

Satya's heart pounded. Veer had been silenced to protect a lie.

Saanvi covered her mouth. "He wasn't just a court artist. He was a witness to something he shouldn't have known."

Aryan's jaw tightened. "So they erased him. Turned him into a traitor so no one would ever seek the truth."

Virendra ran a hand through his hair. "But he never wrote who the mastermind was. Only the people involved."

Satya clenched his fists. That was the missing piece. Veer had uncovered the conspiracy, but he hadn't been able to reveal the true leader behind it before he was killed.

The historian nodded grimly. "Whoever it was, they were powerful enough to alter history itself."

Satya stared at the journal, his pulse racing. This was why they were still being hunted. The truth was never meant to resurface.

Saanvi turned to the historian. "Do you have anything else? Any clue to who the real mastermind was?"

The historian hesitated before pulling out a second, smaller book. "There is… one more thing." He placed it on the table. "It's not written by Veer. It's written by someone who saw his death."

Satya exchanged a glance with Saanvi, his heart pounding harder. This could be it. The final key to the past.

As he reached for the book, a sudden noise echoed through the passageway outside. Footsteps.

Their enemies were closer than they thought.

Chapter 87: The Buried Truth