Sketching her Shadows

Satya and Saanvi left the palace with their minds clouded in thoughts. The revelation of their past lives had opened doors to even deeper mysteries. Who had torn them apart? Why had Veer died? And what had happened to Meera after that?

As they walked through the old streets of Jaipur, a strange uneasiness crept over them. Saanvi, still shaken from the sudden flash of memories, remained silent. Satya, on the other hand, was lost in his own thoughts, trying to piece together everything they had learned so far.

But their search was not going unnoticed.

That evening, while going through old records at a small library, they came across an old journal—one that belonged to a royal historian from the 19th century. The pages were filled with detailed accounts of the Rathore family and their rule, but one particular entry caught Satya's eye:

"The artist appointed by the Rathores was taken under strict orders of the king. His sketches, though praised, were seen as a threat. There was something forbidden—something the royal family did not want the world to know."

Satya's grip tightened on the book. "This has to be about Veer," he murmured.

Saanvi leaned in, reading the words carefully. "But what was it? What did he sketch that was so dangerous?"

Just as they were about to turn the page, a shadow loomed over them.

"You shouldn't be digging into the past," a voice warned.

They turned to see an elderly man standing behind them, his deep-set eyes filled with an unsettling wisdom. He was the librarian, but there was something about him that felt... off.

"The past is best left buried," he continued, his gaze fixed on them. "Not everything deserves to be uncovered."

Saanvi exchanged a glance with Satya. Was this just a warning, or was it a threat?

Before they could ask anything, the man walked away, leaving them with more questions than answers.

Satya exhaled, shutting the journal. "Looks like we're not the only ones looking into this."

Saanvi nodded. "And I don't think we're welcome."

But despite the warning, they both knew there was no turning back. The truth was closer than ever, and no matter what obstacles stood in their way, they had to see this through.

Even if someone—or something—was trying to stop them.