Karishma was control. Discipline. Fire wrapped in restraint. Haseena was calm. Composed. Untouchable-until she wasn't. What starts as a game of power slowly unravels into something far more dangerous... something neither of them is ready to name. Every glance lingers too long. Every touch burns deeper than it should. There are lines they shouldn't cross. There are rules they're meant to follow. But desire doesn't listen. And when control begins to slip... it's not just hearts at risk-it's everything they've built. Some connections aren't meant to stay hidden. Some feelings refuse to be silenced. And some flames... were always meant to burn.