Four fairies. One exile. A love story they never saw coming. Zoya, Naira, Arzu, and Inaya had one simple plan: test a portal to Earth using the fairy queen's dog. But when the plan backfires, the queen exiles them to the human world until they can bring the dog back. Stranded in a realm where magic is just a myth, the last thing they expect is to crash into the lives of four very different brothers. Zoya & Arsh - A cold-hearted fairy princess and a grumpy CEO bound by a marriage of convenience. She falls first, but when fate erases her love, can he make her fall again? Naira & Zafar - A fierce sassy fairy and a cocky singer locked in a battle of wits. She swears she doesn't love him, until he stops singing, and she'd do anything to bring his voice back. Arzu & Yuhaan - A sunshine fairy and her long-lost best friend. He's so in love, but she only sees friendship, until a fake wedding forces her to question everything. Inaya & Mahir - A messy, soft-hearted fairy and a genius scientist. She broke his heart once. Now she's trying to mend it. But when tragedy strikes, will he rewrite time to save her? Eight lives collide. Four love stories unfold. And through it all, they must find their way back home before time runs out. But what if Earth isn't just a punishment-what if it's where they were meant to be all along? Heart to heart, soul to soul - love finds a way

"See a future with him, pretend to move on... but when it's time to become a bride, it'll be for me. You can hate me all you want, but my name will be in your fate." The monitor backstage buzzed with Swaraj Malhotra's voice, slick with self-satisfaction. "Dhananjay Singhania ke paas na toh bahu hai, na hi bahumat." I almost pitied them. Almost. "Sir?" my aide whispered. "We're live in two." I smiled, not the charming kind they use for posters, the other one . the kind that didn't reach my eyes. The kind that meant someone was about to regret underestimating me. The one that makes my team nervous. Because they know when I smile like that, it means I'm about to ruin someone's perfectly planned day. I walked up to the stage, every step measured. The anthem played. Composure is a crown, and I wear mine well. The Chief Justice handed me the Constitution, his expression solemn. "Repeat after me." as he gestured me forward, the Constitution opened before him. I raised my right hand. "Main Dhananjay Singhania..." My voice echoed back through the hall, too calm, too rehearsed. I could already imagine Swaraj watching this on his fancy LED, smug and proud of his own line. "Main Dhananjay Singhania, shapat leta hoon ki main apne pad ke kartavya..." The words droned on, heavy and holy. Every syllable was a performance loyalty, integrity, service. Funny. Everyone in this room had sold those words long ago. And then I saw her. Front row. White saree. Minimal makeup. Hair tied loose. Sitting right in front , her father's daughter, my rival's pride. I forgot the cameras. The promises. The Politics. "Bahumat toh mil gayi..." I said into the microphone, pausing deliberately. The Chief Justice froze. The crowd murmured. My security chief mouthed something that looked suspiciously like "sir please don't-" Too late. "Ab bas bahu ki kami thi." In one sentence, I did two things - proposed to my rival's daughter and declared a war.