As they sipped their steaming cups of chai, a sudden knock on the door interrupted the evening's festivities. The host, Raja, got up to answer it, expecting it to be a latecomer. But to his surprise, it was a young, shivering woman, drenched from head to toe.
It was a dark and stormy night in Kolkata. The rain was pouring down like a relentless curtain, drumming against the windows of the old mansion on Ballygunge Place. Inside, a group of friends had gathered, eager to hear the latest Bangla Choti Golpo from the mysterious writer, 'Kahini'. As they sipped their steaming cups of chai,
"Who are you?" Raja asked, concern etched on his face. got up to answer it