Mira’s days had started blending into one another, an endless loop of ordinary routines punctuated by flashes of something extraordinary.She had tried to ignore it. Tried to convince herself that the fleeting glimpses of a man in her peripheral vision, the déjà vu of his presence, and the strange weight in her chest were just coincidences. But they weren’t.Even now, walking through the rain-slicked streets on her way home, she could feel it the pull. Like the world was bending toward him, like some invisible thread was tugging at her soul.She turned the corner and froze.There he was.Aarav Vale. Standing