Asmita (27) has never been in love. She manages the dusty “Nepali Bhasa” section at Pokhara’s public library. During Teej , she fasts — not for a husband, but because her mother guilt-trips her. Into the library walks Sam (30), a London-raised architect with a nose ring and a habit of calling Nepal “back home.” He’s researching Gorkhali letters from WWI. She corrects his Nepali grammar. He laughs. She blushes.