After the demise of his wife, Jai was totally mangled. He still hadn't have overcome of his beloved wife's fond memories. And in between this trauma, his wife had left an innconet son behind to take care by Jai. But buried by his own misery, Jai knew he was not capable to take proper care of his own son. Thence, he hired a caretaker, named Rajey. What started between them as professionalism and work...started converting into twist of heart. They first shared an eye contact; one having cold and one having warmth as sunset, then first kiss, first embarrassment and while doing so they accepted themselves. But was it acceptable? Two men falling in love in the time of 1960s? In India, where they lived, had an orthodox society? It's sin. And what about his wife? Might be she died...... but for what reasons? What secrets had been buried? They don't know, but their sinfull love are gonna play twisted game with them, and soon 'Time' will participate in it by upbringing all the buried past, lying from past to present. Will they be able to survive? Survive their true love? Or will it be lost in somewhere of mid?

In the world where beauty is being admired, I was born in my father's kingdom as dark. Surely, beauty has been praised by many poets, writers, but ugliness - never! Now, I have turned eighteen years old and according to my father it is a perfect age to get married. Nobody asked my consent. Cause a black lady should be happy that she is even getting married....questioning and choosing is meant for beautiful ones. One day, I get to know by a maid that my marriage is going to happen with a sixty years old king who is very wealthy. At that moment, I decided, it's better to die than to marry in a hell where I was going to be used as an object. But... I had a plan to escape this hell.

....A son of powerful, wealthy Sarpanch. I belong to a wealthy rich family who live in this village that is the largest one in this whole empire of Ujjain. A family that should be my love, warmth, and comfort ; but nothing like that here exist. I'm Chandra Singh Rathore, the elder brother whose marriage happened after all three younger brothers. You know why? Cause my legs have paralysis and I can't walk in my whole lifetime. Guilt. Anger. Depression. Everything has been subsided in me since childhood. I am a weak man. Very weak man who doesn't even have a true dignity in society. Sitting over the charpai of our house outside the courtyard, I think - today is my wedding night with my wife- Mohini. But the question is, how will I would make her satisfied? How will I make the satisfaction of her sex desires? A man who can't even walk, how will he protect her wife? The last question is : the marriage in which neither I give consent nor she will work? How can a forced marriage work? Mature || 18+