In a house frozen by grief, a cold widower marries the surgeon who saved his son-not for love, but to give the boy a mother. Amidst the sterile silence of a "shrine" dedicated to a dead woman, a slow-burning fire begins to thaw a heart that had sworn itself to the grave.

A world chess champion and a normal girl of 15 years fall in love.......Seems impossible right?.......Nope it is not.....Read the story to find out

Kashmir, 1962. Meera believes in quiet things-anklets at dusk, letters written in careful handwriting, promises made beneath trees. With her brothers away at war and her mother forever worried, the world feels smaller and more watchful than it once did. There is gossip in the streets and comfort in familiarity. There is a boy she loves and a future she is certain of. For now. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Delhi, 1962. Roshan believes in structure-books aligned on shelves, words weighed before they are spoken, a life built carefully and correctly. With a name to uphold and a future already decided, certainty feels like duty more than comfort. There is order in his world and faith in reason. There is little room for error, and even less for indulgence. For now.