Meera had always dreamt in colors no one else could see, indigo skies, silver rain, and a face that shimmered between memory and myth. In the modern city of Varanasi, she lives quietly, painting forgotten temples and lost goddesses, unaware that her art is awakening echoes from another lifetime. In her dreams, she is the poet-saint who once sang of Krishna, not as a god, but as the soul she could never unlove. Every brushstroke she paints now becomes a whisper from that past life, calling her to remember what her soul once vowed: that love is not a wound to be healed, but a path to divine freedom. When she meets Arjun, a musician with eyes that hold ancient recognition, her carefully built world begins to dissolve. He isn't just a man; he's the doorway between her past and her liberation. But to find him again, Meera must finally face what she denied across lifetimes - that the divine she sought in others has always lived within her. As time folds, dreams bleed into daylight, and art becomes prayer, Meera's final birth becomes her first awakening. A love story that spans lifetimes - not to unite two souls, but to dissolve the illusion that they were ever apart.

She is wild, bold and untamed. She goes by rules. You defy the rules and she would have the better of you. You can call her anything but dare not call her the 'RAKSHASI'. She is 'Kalika'. Her name is supposed to mean a 'beautiful flower' but she is nicknamed 'Kaali' owing to her ferocious demeanor. You show her a finger she would shoot a fist at you.... You prod her gently and she would rattle you till the last bone... She leads a disciplined life. She cannot tolerate even a speck of dust around her. A paradox of purity and fury.... she is both goddess and demon - and your fate depends on which side you awaken. Walk straight, and she might let you live... Stray once, and she will break you.... Beneath the mask of impeccable strength lies a girl scarred by trauma, haunted by insecurities, and carrying a quiet vulnerability she dares not reveal. Kaali needs her Bhairava - a force strong enough to balance the wild feminine storm within her. She needs her Yang to ground the chaos of her Yin. But does such a man exist - one daring enough to bell the goddess in disguise?