𝐀 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬| Indian Historical Fiction

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?