A gay Bengali boy. A gym-obsessed CEO. A job offer that smells a lot like fate... or disaster. Sharod Guhoroy isn't confused. He's just... reconsidering. Okay fine-maybe kissing girls feels like chewing cardboard and shirtless men make his brain short-circuit, but that doesn't mean he's gay. Right? At least, that's what he keeps telling himself. Sharod's 26, curly-haired, quick-tongued, and freshly unemployed. His middle-class Bengali parents are pressuring him to "be serious," but how do you explain that passion doesn't come with a pension? He walked out of an engineering career to become a writer-and now he's broke, frustrated, and looking for a job to stay afloat. Enter: TorqueCore Solutions. Enter: Mumbai. Enter: Nayel. Bloody. Qureshi. Nayel is everything Sharod hates. Cold. Rude. Built like a Greek statue. The kind of man who speaks in one-word replies and looks at feelings like they're spam mail. He's also Sharod's old college senior-the one who crushed his soul with a single, humiliating insult at a fresher's party. Now? He's Sharod's boss. Sharod's loud. Nayel's quiet. Sharod runs from his truth. Nayel lives in his. One is a walking hurricane. The other is a brick wall. But somewhere between awkward elevator rides, 3 a.m. breakdowns, and office coffee machine arguments... something starts shifting. Attraction isn't supposed to feel like war. But then again, neither is love.

~"She counts stars like secrets, and he speaks in silences she can't quite understand." Yamira Devayan has always lived in a world a little different from everyone else's - a world full of stars, moonlight, and butterflies. she's autistic, with her childlike wonder and gentle heart, she paints emotions she doesn't always understand. Disowned by her mother and sheltered by her father, the daughter of a powerful politician has learned to live quietly - even if the world refuses to see her beyond her autism. Nobody buys her art. Nobody believes in her dreams. Everyone either pities her or walks away. Except him. Kairav Solanki is everything Yamira isn't - a rising star in the political world, sharp-tongued, charming, and deeply grounded in the chaos of reality. He never cared for art, or stars, or the quiet beauty of things... until her. Their marriage was never supposed to be real - a deal for the cameras, a political strategy dressed as love. But fate has other plans. And in a world full of broken promises and pretend emotions, sometimes, the quietest hearts carry the loudest storms. A story of stars, politics, and a love that was never supposed to exist. Not every love story is written to last. But some are written to be felt.