"Treat my wound." The moment Yashvardhan removed his shirt, Gauri's hands started trembling. Blood covered his back. Deep wounds. Old scars. "Oh Kanha..." tears filled her eyes instantly. "Aap doctor hain, Mrs. Yashvardhan." "We are not husband and wife," she whispered shakily. "Aapne humse jabardasti shaadi ki hai..." Yet she still stepped closer. Because no matter how much she hated him, she couldn't watch him suffer. Yashvardhan kept staring at her through the mirror while she treated his wounds with trembling hands. "Aapko dard nahi ho raha...?" she whispered. "Dard se purana rishta hai humara." Her eyes filled again. "Hum aapse nafrat karte hain..." "I know." "Phir bhi aap humare paas kyun aaye?" "Kyuki poori duniya hume dard mein dekhna chahti hai ... lekin aap humara dard dekh kar toot jaati hain, Mrs. Yashvardhan." Her heartbeat stumbled. "Aur hum...?" she whispered softly. This time his eyes locked onto hers completely. "Humara sukoon." "Aap humpe trust karte hain...?" Without hesitation- "Khud se bhi zyada." A dangerous mafia. A forced marriage. And an obsession powerful enough to destroy them both.