Their love was soft yet suffocating, woven between unspoken duties and the heavy cloak of expectation. They shared silent promises...whispers the world would never notice, but ones that meant everything to them. Because when love arrives, it sees neither status nor origin; it simply consumes, lifting you higher or leaving you in ashes. Sarvagya: A young Indian girl with a sunlit complexion and almond eyes that shimmered with unspoken questions, questions the world chose to ignore. All she ever desired was to learn, to hold a pen, to write her own story. But in a time when a girl's worth was measured by how well she kept a home, would they ever allow her fingers to wrap around knowledge instead of utensils? Arthur: He never wished to inherit his father's empire that built on Indian soil, maintained through control, and masked in diplomacy. He had studied law in London, seeking distance from trade and dominance. But duty has a way of claiming even the most unwilling souls. As the eldest son of Charles Winslow, Arthur returned to India, a stranger cloaked in authority. He spoke little, but when he did, words fell like judgment. He hadn't chosen this world, yet once within it, his grip was unyielding. Yet, among unfamiliar streets and stranger skies, something stirred. A presence. Them: Like a coin has two sides, time also has two phases. For some, it feels like soft flower petals, while for others, it's like the thorns of a rose. Not every love story is a rom-com, some have forbidden endings. They may end, but they stay alive in our memories forever. It felt both comforting and suffocating in the chaos of life-when you have to hold just one hand, and life leaves you standing at a crossroads, with no choice but to pick a single path. Their love arrived at a phase where only the end seemed possible. But it isn't. [ It is set during a very sensitive period but its purpose is to explore human emotions not to glorify or justify British rule.]