Shayam Rang

"I did not come here to find a god. I came here to find a foundation."

Inaya is a creature of logic, lines, and light. An architect obsessed with the impossible, she travels to the ancient ruins of Nitya Vana to solve a structural mystery that has baffled history for a thousand years. She carries a laser-measure in her hand and a hollowness in her chest-a phantom limb of a memory she cannot name.

"You are trying to measure a shadow, but you have forgotten the sun that cast it."

Shravan is the guardian of the silence. A priest whose life is a disciplined rhythm of oil lamps and ancient chants. He has spent his existence waiting for a prayer that was started centuries ago to be finished. He doesn't look at Inaya like a stranger; he looks at her like a scripture he has finally learned to read.

When the Architect meets the Priest, the
stone of the temple begins to breathe.
As Inaya's modern maps collide with Shravan's ancient truths, a terrifying recognition takes hold. The temple isn't just a building-it is a blueprint of their shared past. And the "error" in the architecture? It was a message left by their own hands, carved in a life they both forgot.

In a world of shifting dust, they are the only things that remain eternal.The Divine & The Scholar | Soulmate Recognition | Past Life Regressions | Forbidden Temple Romance | Architect x Priest.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂:

Ancient Sanskrit chants. The smell of wet earth and burnt camphor. Dust motes dancing in a single shaft of temple light. Blueprints stained with sandalwood. The sharp, cold touch of granite against skin.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒:

The Divine & The Scholar | Soulmate Recognition | Past Life Regressions | Forbidden Temple Romance | Architect x Priest.