Nicole Ananth never believed in fate, but everything changed the day she came face-to-face with her. A portrait, elegant, haunting, almost alive, staring back at her with eyes that seemed to know her soul. The painting, dated from the late 1800s, bore no title, no signature, and no trace of its maker. The artist, long dead, had left behind neither records nor a legacy. The only thing left in his wake was this solitary portrait, shrouded in silence, hidden away from the world, as though meant only for Nicole to find.
The more she tried to turn away, the deeper the painting pulled her in. Who was the woman in the portrait? And more importantly, who was the artist bold enough, or cursed enough to capture such beauty with such grief beneath it? Every inquiry met a dead end. Every archive locked away. Every answer withheld under the veil of confidentiality. It was as if the world itself conspired to keep the truth buried.
Yet Nicole couldn't let it go. Was it obsession? Or destiny? As she dug deeper into shadows of history, she found herself caught in something larger than mere curiosity, a web of forgotten stories, painful truths, and a love that might have transcended lifetimes.
Will she uncover the mystery of the faceless artist and the woman who once lived only in brushstrokes? Or will she, too, become another soul lost in the silence of the canvas, forever staring, forever yearning, forever trapped?