Not all Cinderellas wear heels; some wear boots. And most princes are just okay with that.
“You’re not a man,” they all say and they’re right. She isn’t, and she wasn’t trying to be.
Zenjee is an introvert with a unique sense of style—short hair, boyish clothes, and a cool demeanor. She’s also very often mistaken for a tomboy. However, she’s just a regular girl, comfortable in her skin. When she crosses paths with Raine, a homophobe who’s allergic to anything that even hints at being gay—their first encounter becomes a disaster. Raine mistakes Zenjee for a gay man, and it becomes his worst nightmare.
But life has a funny way of complicating things. The more Raine runs into Zenjee, the more confused he becomes. He starts grappling with the strange, new feelings he has for Zenjee, all while struggling with his own beliefs. The idea of being attracted to a ‘gay man’ like Zenjee drives him to the brink of madness. Yet, he has no idea that Zenjee is actually a girl.
Will Raine’s perspective shift as he gets to know Zenjee? When will he discover that Zenjee is actually a girl? Can Zenjee cure him of his homophobia? And how will their friends help them on this chaotic journey?
Hilly Wayenbam is a quiet dreamer from Manipur, a small state tucked away in the northeast corner of India. Hilly has always been more of a soul-searcher than anything else. She writes not because she has all the answers, but because the answers eventually reveal themselves, hidden in a half-remembered dream, a midnight conversation, a sudden shift of light on an ordinary afternoon.
Hilly’s characters are echoes of this same philosophy—imperfect, searching, growing at their own messy, beautiful pace. Through the characters she writes, Hilly tries to make sense of what it really means to belong, to fall apart, to start over, and sometimes, to find a little light hiding in places nobody thinks to look.
Most days, you will find her staring off into space, her mind buzzing with half-finished ideas, and a heart quietly rooting for every outsider who has ever felt a little lost in this world. Every page she writes is a small, stubborn rebellion against the idea that we must have everything figured out before we are allowed to begin.