"𝑨𝒂𝒑 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒊, 𝒂𝒂𝒑𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒂𝒕 𝒌𝒚𝒖 𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒖 𝒎𝒆𝒊..." 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚. 𝑨 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒋𝒐𝒌𝒆-𝒎𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚, 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆, "𝑲𝒉𝒖𝒃𝒉 𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒚𝒆, 𝑰𝒔𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒍 𝒌𝒊 𝒎𝒐𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒚𝒆. 𝑨𝒂𝒑𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒉 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒌 𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊, 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒂 𝒋𝒊. 𝑷𝒂𝒓 𝒚𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒌𝒂𝒓...𝒂𝒑𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒑𝒏𝒂 𝒌𝒉𝒖𝒅 𝒌𝒂 𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝒃𝒉𝒊 𝒗𝒆𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒌𝒂𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒚𝒂." Translation- (Are you crazy, Why would I love you?) (Go ahead, laugh all you want. Laugh at this madman's love. You broke my heart with great pleasure, Isha ji. But by breaking my heart, you also turned your own home into ruins as well.) ..... Her husband is missing. She says she doesn't know where he is. But something about Isha doesn't sit right. Her silence is unsettling, her grief too perfect, too rehearsed. Secrets are buried in the walls of the house, but are they her secrets, or someone else's? Isha plays the grieving wife, but is that the truth, or just a mask hiding the woman beneath? As Raghav digs deeper into her past, his obsession with her spirals. He can't look away - but should he even want to? Every step closer to the truth only unravels more questions. Is she