In the depths of the Pacific Ocean, where sunlight barely penetrates and shadows dance like phantoms, there resides a creature unlike any that has ever been recorded. Alex Carter, a seasoned oceanographer, and his dedicated team are on a mission to unravel the mysteries of these dark waters. Though they approach their work with a scientific mindset, a flicker of curiosity ignites within Alex-a nagging desire to discover what truly lies beneath the surface. Having plunged into the abyss twice already, he feels an inexplicable pull toward the unknown. The second descent was unlike anything he had experienced before. As he navigated through the eerie silence, illuminated only by the beam of his submersible's lights, he stumbled upon the remnants of a rusted ship, its hull encrusted with barnacles and time. It was a vessel swallowed by the ocean's depths, and within its decaying embrace lay a journal inside a wooden box, its pages yellowed and fragile. The entries spoke of a person who had vanished without a trace, leaving behind only whispers of terror and the unknown. The ocean had a way of hiding its secrets, and he was determined to uncover them.

"She was never lost. Just waiting to be found" Kartik has been a mess ever since Naira left this world-ever since she fell from that cliff. His world hasn't just changed; it has completely shattered. Everything that once held meaning feels lifeless, and the love that once made his existence whole has been ripped away from him. No matter how much time passes, the pain doesn't fade-it lingers like a wound that refuses to heal. For Kairav, life without his mother has been just as painful. He tries to be strong, but deep down, he longs for her presence, for the warmth and comfort only a mother can provide. Kartik does everything he can to shield him from the grief, but how does one move on from losing the love of their life? How does a child move on from losing his mother? Just when Kartik thought his heart could endure no more, fate takes a cruel turn. A woman named Sirat enters their lives, and the moment Kartik lays eyes on her, his world tilts on its axis. She isn't just any woman-she is the exact reflection of Naira. The same face, the same eyes, the same features that have haunted his dreams every night. It's impossible. It should be impossible. Yet, there she is. But Sirat insists she isn't Naira. She swears she doesn't know him, that she is nothing but a stranger. But how can Kartik believe that? How can he accept that someone who looks exactly like Naira, breathes like her, moves like her-isn't her? He refuses to believe it. Because if Sirat isn't Naira, then who is she?

Always wanted Akshara & Abhimanyu to live happily & have a happy married life so it's all about Abhira's married life with no seperation tracks here.