ON HOLD! 𝐀 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. Bengal, 1853. Chitrakshi was fourteen when she first stepped into the grand halls of her husband's home-a world where women lived in whispers and men held the weight of power. She was a child bride, bound by sacred fire to Mayukh Choudhury, the Naeb of an indigo plantation... a man who did not belong to her, nor she to him. He was distant not cruel, but practical. To him, love was a distraction, and justice a dream too fragile to touch. Yet, the soil of Bengal was restless. The farmers bled for the white man's dye, drowning in debt, their fields chained to a crop they could neither eat nor escape. Chitra saw their suffering, their silent cries, and for the first time, she defied the silence that bound her world. But Mayukh, her husband, stood on the other side. Between them grew an unspoken war: one of ideals, of duty, of love not yet understood. He admired the British for their discipline, she despised them for their cruelty. He spoke of power, she spoke of justice. He held back, she ran forward. They were bound together, yet pulling apart -two forces neither meeting nor breaking free. 1859, A lot had happened in the past six years. As the world changed, as history was being written in blood and ink, she clung to the only thing left of him -a hundred letters sent, never read, never answered. But when the last letter is finally written, will love still remain? INDIGO: THE HUNDRED LOST LETTERS is not just a tale of the past. It is a question that lingers even today: What does it mean to wait for someone who may never return?

1968..ᝰ "𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐥, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐬 '𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥' 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥." Her face was veiled however her gaze remained unveiled, revolting to see stars of her own sky which laid 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞." ꫂ❁ वो नारी है , लहरों सी वो पैर छूना जानती है तो कश्ती डुबाना भी Mrinalini Mishra, a nineteen years old years oldand tender hearted woman, raised in a modest household in the forgotten lanes of Banaras. she has witnessed only one truth her entire life..the quiet suffering of women. Women who lived and died within four walls, their silence glorified, their sacrifices romanticized. As like other girls in village, she was expected to submit herself to a man and carried his children. But Mrinalini was never meant to be one of them. She dreamed of an identity that belonged to no man. However after attaining her education till 12th, married off to a man she had never met or even caught glimpse. Almost a decade older than her, a criminal lawyer who fought for widows and young girls and all she knew about him was how feared and respect he was. When their contrasting worlds collide within the sacred bond of marriage, their lives ignite with tension, vulnerability, suppressed emotions of his, and those buried secrets of haveli which would haunt her. Will she continue her fight for identity and independence? Or will marriage force her to surrender?

"You will marry me here, now," "and I'll stop this war."