✰𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍✰ Gyan Malik, the youngest and most spoiled son of the Malik family, is so stubborn that no one can stand against his will. If he wants something, he does not rest until he gets it. When his family brings up the topic of his marriage, Gyan goes to see a prospective bride. But instead of looking at the girl he is meant to meet, his eyes fall on her widowed sister-in-law, Dua. The moment he sees Dua, draped in simplicity, Gyan says stubbornly, "𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫" Is this relationship just a matter of his stubbornness? Or is it destiny playing its part in Dua's life? 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 - "THEIR STORY PAUSED AT FIRST SIGHT ONLY TO RESUME IN WHITE." ________♡︎________

He watched her from a distance, laughing, teasing, dreaming with the kind of joy he once believed she'd never have without him and it burned. Aadarsh Rao Mehra, the golden boy of neurosurgery, conquers warzones and crisis zones alike, performing near-impossible surgeries with unmatched precision. Outsiders call him a playboy, a handsome heir to the Mehra fortune, with piercing eyes, flawless physique, and effortless charisma. Deadly skilled, magnetic, and heartbreakingly handsome Dr. Aadarsh's Ssix plus years of abandoned life in abroad hardened him....yet the memory of the girl he left behind still makes his heart race. His first Love. Ridhima Sharma, the girl he left, the girl he thought betrayed him, the girl he still blames for breaking what they once had, now stood before him as a fire he couldn't look away from. When did she become this stunning, this sharp, this bold, this impossible to ignore? And worst of all, Tej Raizada sees it too. Tej, sharp-tongued, unapologetically intelligent, and dangerously charming, challenges Ridhima at every step, provoking her, annoying her, watching her with a knowing smile...amused. She runs behind someone else now, playful and glowing in a way he had never seen before, and the worst part is that it should've been him in that moment, it should've been them. Aadarsh hates that. Hates himself more. He keeps telling himself she cheated, clinging to that lie. He was the one who walked away, and she was the one who paid for it. But something about her is different; beneath her confidence, her charm, her reborn strength, there's a shadow she hides, a quiet sadness, a secret that tightens her smile and dims her eyes when no one is watching. When obsession meets destiny, when guilt snarls into love too late, only one question will remain: can you claim a heart that doesn't have long to beat?