Khwahish never believed in the romanticized notions surrounding marriage. To her, it was nothing more than a contract, a legal agreement devoid of any profound meaning. However, fate had its own plans as she found herself wedded to Shehryar Khan. A man of few words, yet eyes that forever hinted an untold story. Thrusted into an unfamiliar territory, with a. a supposed husband who mirrored his woman's aloof and distant demeanor. b. a supposed wife who couldn't care less. And yet a marriage to save. What could possibly go wrong? Or rather... what could possibly go right? . . . For, in the delicate dance of hearts, there exists a fine line between distance and connection, a fine line between silence and understandings.