A drunken mistake both of them could repair... if only they hadn't repeated it. Two rival politicians. Two opposite parties. Two people who were only supposed to argue across parliament halls. One drunken night changed everything. What started as a secret mistake slowly turned into late-night drives, hidden meetings, stolen moments, and a "no strings attached" arrangement they swore meant nothing. He said there were no feelings. She said same. Until distance started hurting. Jealousy started speaking. And denial stopped working. Because in politics, crossing party lines is dangerous. Crossing heart lines? Even worse.