The next morning, Priya couldn't concentrate on anything.
All she could think about was the photograph in the magazine.
Jay Verma.
By lunchtime, she had finished cooking earlier than usual.
She immediately called Mina.
"Did you find anything about his address?"
"I think I did."
"Send it to me."
Within minutes, the two friends were on their way.
After searching through several old records and online information, they finally found what they were looking for.
Jay Verma's house.
But when they arrived, the excitement disappeared.
The house was locked.
Priya stared at the door.
"Maybe he's not home."
Mina nodded.
"Let's come back another day."
They turned around.
"Excuse me."
A man's voice stopped them.
They looked back.
A stranger was standing a few steps away.
He looked at Priya for a moment.
Then his expression changed.
"You..."
Priya frowned.
"Do I know you?"
The man smiled faintly.
"No. But I know you."
Mina immediately became suspicious.
"How?"
"I'm Rohan. Jay's friend."
Priya's heart began beating faster.
"You know Jay?"
Rohan nodded.
"And you're Priya, aren't you?"
She froze.
"How do you know my name?"
Rohan didn't answer immediately.
Instead, he looked at her with an expression she couldn't understand.
"Come with me."
He unlocked the house and led them inside.
The house was quiet.
Too quiet.
There was no sign of Jay.
Rohan walked toward a room at the end of the hallway.
He opened the door.
Priya stepped inside.
And stopped.
The walls were covered with drawings.
Dozens of them.
No.
Hundreds.
Priya slowly walked closer.
Her heart began pounding.
They were all drawings of her.
Her face.
Her eyes.
Her smile.
Her sitting beside the sea.
Her cooking.
Her walking.
Moments she had never known anyone had witnessed.
She picked up one of the sketches.
The paper was old.
Another.
Then another.
They weren't recent.
Mina looked at the dates written beneath some of them.
"Priya..."
Priya stared.
The earliest drawings were from **one year ago**.
One year.
But she had met Jay only days ago.
Her hands began to tremble.
"Rohan..."
She turned toward him.
"Why does Jay have all these drawings of me?"
Rohan remained silent.
"Where is he?"
Nothing.
"Rohan, where is Jay?"
He looked away.
Priya's voice became desperate.
"Please. Tell me where he is."
Rohan finally looked at her.
His expression had changed.
The smile was gone.
"Jay is in the hospital."
Priya's face went pale.
"What?"
Rohan lowered his eyes.
"He's been there for some time."
Priya looked back at the drawings covering the walls.
A year of sketches.
A year of memories she didn't remember sharing with him.
And suddenly, one question filled her mind.
**How did Jay know her before they ever met?**