Love is like confecting the castles of cards, painted with the vibrant colours of dreams and passions. It has no warps and woofs. Rather its aroma spreads in the thin air, mingling its presence all around.
Their gazes stumbled into the deep, dark...
This book is dedicated to all the fictional men with whom I fell in love. I wish to be the ink on the same paper as yours.
To all the souls who are seen as a dark sky, probably your moon is waiting for you, somewhere in the realms of this big world.
To those who have chosen this book, I will try my best to keep you hooked up with my piece of work. Being a new writer, I warmly appreciate your support and love.
I will update this book every Saturday but genuinely cant assure you the time. For more updates, spoilers and aesthetics, you can follow me on my instagram page on : KathaTrishna. The link is in my bio.
This story is set in somewhere between early 1920's -1930's bengal. All the characters, incidences and places are fictional. Any resemblance is just a mere coincidence and should not be thought of anything else.
Lets venture a journey of cordials, broken hearts and parting souls.
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