A vintage desi love story, when love lived in 1990s villages—
PRITHVI SEKHAWAT
The heir to the Sekhawat Mills.
A man of few words and heavy presence.
He is the dust of the fields, the roar of the factory engines, and the silent protector of the district.
A heart made of stone, until he sees her.
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RUHANI KASHYAP
A girl with silk-black hair and eyes that have memorized the floor.
Branded a “curse” by her own blood, she has lived as a shadow in her own home.
A soul waiting for the sun to rise.
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Ruhani:“They… they must have told you, Prithvi-ji. My brother died because I lived. I am a curse.”
Prithvi:“If you are a curse, then I have no desire for a blessing, Mannat.”
When the village whispers “curse,” will he be the one to shout “blessing”?
Will Prithvi be the healer she never dared to pray for?
In a house built on power, will Ruhani finally find a home built on love?
AESTHETICS:
Old landlines•Cotton fields•Glass bangles•Handwritten letters•Black silk hair•Heavy embroidery•The scent of rain and raw cotton•Heavy silver payals•Secret letters•The pride of a Sekhawat
Book: MANNAT: A Prayer
Author: ember_wrtys
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