In the quaint streets of Kolkata where the smell of roshogollas mingled with the ragas of Rabindra Sangeet, Arjun and Anaya lived as souls destined to find each other, Arjun a diminutive librarian with a charming smile and Anaya, a freelance artist, and paints the city and its vibrant creatures.
Their story began at the Durga Puja Pandala. Impressed by Anaya’s grace, Arjun started talking about Tagore. Sleep turned into stolen glances, and stolen glances into long conversations in the quaint coffee house. As the autumn leaves fell, so did their barriers.
CAST : ROZI BHABHI & ANSHUL
Arjuna gifted him with rare old books, and with this he painted his world in colors he never knew existed. Their love story blossomed as sweet and beautiful as the first flowers of spring. One rainy evening, under the twinkling street lights, Arjun spoke of his love in a handwritten poem. Anaya said her words and hugged him tightly.
The rain sweetened their love and allowed the city to witness their unspoken vows. Their journey continued with shared refreshments at Fluris, a cruise through the Hooghly and endless laughter at the Victoria Memorial. Arjun became Anaya’s muse, and in turn, her ultimate love story. They joined hands to dance in Pohela Boishakh based on tradition but with infinite freedom, celebrating their love like the spirit of Kolkata itself
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