Devraj was the youngest son of the Ranawats ,the complete opposite of everyone in the family the year was 1942 he was a barrister completed his degree in London and returned his village for practice his brothers where bragers then ever get for him all the cared for was money...his mother died years ago and he was left alone.

He was fed up of everything as he was not having anything in life... He was a kind hearted man and was a charmer he was loved by everyone in the villages and worked Kolkata court

His family was the wealthiest money lenders of the devipur a village in kolkata

One night he was on a stroll in his big palace like mansion which had a lake connected to it's backyard he was there when his eyes fell on a girl...who was sitting under the lamp with a book reading it he was mesmerized as he loved independent and educated women he took out his pocket sketch book and pencil sat opposing her and concentrated in the sketching....you glanced at him but ignored after a while he passed it to you,being nervous as his art was never praised by his family

"I just thought to do it .....sorry if it's looking ugly"