Saanvi drifts through the grand halls of her own home like a ghost, her presence barely acknowledged, her thoughts unheard. Every corner is polished, every detail perfect-but it all feels hollow when the man she married treats her like an object, a name on a contract rather than a person with a heart and dreams of her own. Days stretch into silence, broken only by curt nods and the faint hum of his indifferent presence. Vihaan is distant, unyielding, and cold, yet there's a magnetic pull to him she can't ignore. Behind his flawless exterior lies a storm she senses but cannot reach, a wall she doesn't yet know how to breach. And though their marriage began as an arrangement, Saanvi feels the faintest spark of curiosity, a whisper that maybe-just maybe-this icy husband harbors secrets that could melt even the coldest of hearts.