When kids played with their wooden dolls, built castles out of sand and ran without a care in the open fields, Kalyani was given a new name, a new identity. Her small hands that longed for the wooden dolls and mud were only allowed to meet sharp strings of sitar. Her feet that longed to run were adorned with heavy ghongroo, only allowed to move to the beat of a music she barely understood. They had taken her name-they had taken herself away from her. Nargis. She was called. kalyani loses her home and family to a British siege. She runs off with her neighbors who sell her off to a Kotha. She's given a new name here, a new identity, Nargis. Nargis learns not only etiquettes but also poetry, dance, instruments, writing and painting among several other artforms as well as the art of pleasing both men and women. Several years of her life are spent in darkness, trying to hold onto the fading memories of her home and then, a little glimmer of light appears in her life in the form of a spoiled Nawab. Her feelings for him are something unexplainable, strange and most of all, forbidden. [UPDATED EVERY SUNDAY]
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