Unwritten In The Stars

"Who cares if our story is not written in the stars? We will write them ourselves."

Satakshi Roy.

The Nightmare of every Indian mother. A girl who thought too highly of herself. A girl who did not see the world as it is but as it should be. A girl who dared to dream.
She wanted Independence.
From those damned British bastards who ruled over her land.
She wanted Freedom.
From that damning mentality that always, always chose boys over girls. That trapped girls in the cages bound and shackled.
She wanted Justice.
For all her friends who lived in slums and had to pay taxes to those British officials.
She wanted education.
For all those girls who believed they had three purposes in life: get married, give your in-laws a baby boy because you "owe" them as they fed you and clothed you, and obey every adult even if they are wrong.
She wanted a voice.
That would point out all the injustice and oppression in her country. A voice that would reach out to even those who thought they would never be saved. A voice that will encourage her people to speak up.
And She wanted to be that voice.

A girl who harbored a secret dream. A dream to become a world famous writer. But will a certain arrogant British ruin those dreams or help her reach for it?

Sebastian Courtney.

The Literal Golden Boy.
He came to Calcutta to help his father in the Government while simultaneously studying in Scottish Church College to complete his degree.
The Stereotypical Arrogant British Man.
He believed that Indians deserved to eat dirt and everything that has happened to them.
The Silent Dreamer.
He never wanted to be a governor officer in his life, always a poet. Yet he had no muse. Or he did?
The Soft Lover.
Who knew that the arrogant, cocky boy could be such a gentle lover? Giving flowers and poems to his beloved? A certain Indian girl of course.

What happens when their paths cross?
She hates him. He hates her.
But,
Does hate develop into something else?