Purnendu Dey I The road to Jhargram was lined with towering sal and mahua trees, their shadows stretching long in the golden light of late afternoon as the car carrying Arjun and Priya turned towards the palace gates. For both of them, this was supposed to be a moment of pride, of fulfillment—choosing a venue that not only reflected heritage and grandeur but also marked the beginning of their married life in an unforgettable way. Priya, who had spent years documenting old forts and mansions as part of her conservation projects, was brimming with excitement, her eyes darting between the…
