Hana Asfand, a beautiful, young and innocent girl of 18 years old, is the daughter of Asfand Shah. She is a hopeless romantic that belongs to an old-fashioned family. All of her cousins are older than her and they do not like her. Even her brothers don't like her. This cute and innocent girl has spent all her childhood in isolation and loneliness because of everyone's ignorance. The only people that love her dearly are her parents, Hiba Asfand and Asfand Shah. This innocent soul has an unconscious crush on her oldest cousin, Rayaan Shah, the son of her first Taya (Father's older brother). Rayaan Shah, a very observant and calm businessman of 28 years old, is the oldest from all of his cousins. After spending all of his teenage years in America for business studies and family business, he comes back to Pakistan to settle the business as well as to settle down. He is a very religious person and also wants his life partner to be a pious woman. He unconsciously notices his youngest cousin that is despised by all the other family members. But Rayaan notices that all the things that he wants for his other half to have are in his youngest cousin. Let's see how they overcome their age-gap and pursue their feelings in a very halal way. You are in for a beautiful ride of innocent love. This story is about a beautiful and innocent love that develops very slowly and develops into a very strong bond. Enter this beautiful ride of love with lots of typical family drama and cuteness of the main female lead. Join us to know how Hana is going to overcome everyone's ignorance and hate into acceptance and love.

The love and freedom they both deprived of. A love story that never got written the way it could've. Miran Hamidi was twelve when his father sent him away. He was too angry to settle down and too stubborn to live under the same roof. . Aayat grew up in the same house, but they never really knew each other. He was the absent cousin who never looked her way. Their paths only crossed during Eid greetings and polite nods. They didn't have a connection. There was no warmth or hatred, just a distant respect rooted in tradition. Five years after his return, the silence changed. It started small-a cold glance, a sharp word, misunderstood gestures. What had been indifference slowly turned into tension and discomfort. ____________________ Aayat - "Miran bhai... main-main ne sirf ek class bunk ki thi." Miran : "Tumne sirf ek class bunk ki thi... aur izzat ka kafan bhi utar diya saath mein?" _____________________ Miran: "Scene mukammal hai. Ab agar koi taali baja de toh drama bhi khatam ho. Aayat : "Sir dard ho raha tha. Woh bas-" Miran:"Sir ya jism ka? Saaf bata do, aaj toh tum dono tayyar dikh rahe ho." ______________________ But love doesn't come from names on a nikahnama. And hatred doesn't need to be loud to exist. A story of missed timings, a woman who craved dignity and patriarchal man who only controls. This isn't a love story. It's the slow unraveling of two strangers forced into closeness, under the same roof, under the same name.