[Tara Harsana]

"My father didn't leave because he died."

He left because staying was inconvenient.

One signature.

One suitcase.

That was fifteen years ago.

My mother still keeps his favorite cup in the kitchen.

She says it's out of habit.

I know it's hope.

Hope is a dangerous thing.

It convinces you that people who chose to leave...

...might someday choose to come back.

I don't believe in hope anymore.

I believe in facts.

And one fact has never changed—

Men always leave.

So if love ever knocked on my door...

I'd pretend no one was home.

.

[Rudraksh Singh Rathod]

People call me arrogant.

Cold.

Heartless.

Maybe they're right.

When you're born a Rathod, kindness is mistaken for weakness.

Every decision carries the weight of a family name built over generations.

Every mistake becomes tomorrow's headline.

I learned long ago...

Never trust too easily.

Never forgive too quickly.

And never let emotions decide what logic already has.

The only thing I couldn't forgive...

...was the man who tried to destroy my family.

Atish Harsana.

The name had been buried for years.

But some ghosts never stay buried.

Soon...

That name would walk back into my life.

Not as an enemy.

But disguised...

As a girl with stubborn eyes and a tongue sharp enough to challenge me.

And neither of us knew...

That our first meeting would begin with a collision.

But our last...

Would decide whether love was stronger than the past.