In a small town in India, where the smell of rain hits the dry earth and the sound of temple bells mixes with the honking of rickshaws, lived Aryan.
Aryan was a standard "back-bencher" at St. Xavier's High School. He wasn't great at cricket, and he was terrified of Maths. His only escape was his old, tattered notebook where he drew portraits of people in secret.
Then there was Ananya. She was the daughter of the local doctor—bright, confident, and always wearing a small jasmine flower in her braided hair. She was the school topper, the kind of girl who spoke perfect English and never got a scolding from the principal.