Meera

In a world that silenced her, she found someone who listened."

Meera  was just sixteen, but her eyes held the weight of stories untold. The daughter of a humble farmer in the dusty village of Rajgarh, she had grown up surrounded by golden wheat fields, clay pots, and a life that moved to the rhythm of tradition.

 There was a quiet softness about her — in the way she walked barefoot across cracked earth, in the way she spoke to animals as if they understood her heart. Though the world saw her as just another village girl, Meera's mind burned with curiosity. 

She had never been allowed to attend school, yet every time she passed by the small classroom under the neem tree, her feet slowed, her ears tuned in, and her heart reached for something she had never been given — knowledge. She had a deep love for words she couldn't yet read, and dreams she wasn't supposed to dream. Modest in appearance, draped in simple sarees and sun-kissed from years under open skies, Meera carried within her a quiet rebellion — one that hadn't yet found its voice, but refused to be silenced.

Arthur Blake

"He came not to conquer, but to understand—only to lose his heart in the land he was meant to map."

Arthur Blake was twenty-five when he arrived in Rajgarh — a man who didn't quite fit the sharp lines of the British Empire. Born into a respectable London family, groomed for military precision and colonial duty, Arthur had always felt more drawn to books than battlegrounds. There was something inherently gentle about him, something almost misplaced in the harsh sun of India. He came with notebooks instead of rifles, with sketches instead of commands.

 Though he wore the uniform of the East India Company, his thoughts often wandered far from its politics and policies. With observant green eyes and a quiet disposition, he saw more than most — the cracks in smiles, the weight of silence, the small kindnesses that went unnoticed. India puzzled and moved him in ways he couldn't explain. And deep down, he wasn't sure if he had come to study the land — or to find something missing within himself. What he didn't expect was that a village girl — with dust on her feet and fire in her silence — would change everything he thought he knew.

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