Some encounters are born without names... and some names are created only in the heart. For Siddharth, she was just a face seen every day, until one day, she slowly disappeared. Not knowing her name, he called her "Gajara"in his mind. Time moved on. Dreams changed direction. A police academy, strict discipline, and a life reshaped by duty. And in that very place, he meets Mrudula someone familiar yet unknown, close, yet full of unanswered questions. Is the Gajara in his heart still alive? Or is it fading under the weight of new bonds? And if the truth ever comes out... will it bloom, or quietly wither away? Is Gajara just a memory, or a question that refuses to fade?