khalibali_
Winter, 1890.
When Shauryabrata returns to the overwhelming Serampore, instead of his parental home in Calcutta, he feels like a stranger in his own family. After years abroad, he finds himself back among elder brothers whose boisterous lives leave little room for a man who worships silence and ink...
During a night of celebration, a wrong turn behind the curtains of a mehfil and into a dancer whose tongue and glare are as sharp as sewing needles.
Surajdeep is a cynic living a masquerade, living more comfortably on stage than off it. He has no time for bumbling babus or streams of apologies. Yet, day by day, he finds that he's noticing this man more often.
Was the world this small?
Shaurya has always had a tendency to walk into lives by mistake...
Well, he has survived worse introductions.
*CREDIT FOR THE COVER GOES TO @supercool_fool ♥