Tarun and Roop met when she was returning from her house job. Tarun was leaning against a pole, eyes filled with rage; he knew he was fighting for a case he could never truly win. Roop, on the other hand, was extremely happy. She had just finished her house job. Roop was scrolling on her phone, sipping her coffee, unaware of the presence in front of her. Roop bumped into Tarun, spilling her coffee all over his lawyer's suit. Tarun was about to scold her when he looked up, and their eyes met. Her amber colored eyes were deeper than any ocean, Tarun felt as if he had fallen into her eyes. Roop kept murmuring apologies. She took her yellow, white embroidered dupatta to wipe his stained shirt. Tarun froze. He gently took her wrist and lowered her hand, gesturing that she didn't need to do that. Instead, he offered to go to a cafe and have coffee, as she had spilled hers on him. To his surprise, she agreed. Over time, their conversations became longer, and their silence felt comfortable. On Roop's birthday, Tarun proposed to her. Soon after, they got married. One stormy night, Roop returned late from an emergency and saw Tarun with his colleague, Anaya. Misunderstanding the situation, she rushed in, slapped him, and left despite his explanation. Over the years, both were acing their fields. She was a highly successful pediatrician, and he was one of the best criminal lawyers in the country. Their lives seemed normal; however, they missed each other every day. She missed the way he used to hug her and caress her hair. She still uses their picture as a bookmark in one of her medical magazines. Tarun still has her black hair clip, which she had forgotten to take. He still misses the way she would hold his hand when he was worried, grounding him. Almost 5 years later, they meet again on a mutual friend's wedding. Both are unaware of each other's presence until their eyes meet. All the silence of the five years feels louder than ever.

He lost the case. He lost his license. But what he didn't lose was himself. After a controversial courtroom battle, senior lawyer Tarun Saluja walks away from the law forced into silence for six months. What follows is not a story about verdicts, but about consequences. About love that doesn't flinch, a home that waits, and truths that linger long after the courtrooms empty. Told through quiet moments, late-night conversations, and unresolved conflicts, this is a story where justice is questioned, victories feel hollow, and love becomes the only place that feels honest. Because sometimes, the real fight begins after the judgment. 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐱 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐩𝐚 ❤✨

I'm writing my new story ✨ A story about Tarun Saluja-his charm, his silences, and the love he hasn't found yet. Just like Prequel Of Rehmat, this story will come with a song for every chapter-because some emotions are better felt than explained. 🎶🖤 Welcome to my world of words, where you're free to drown... without thinking, without escaping, just feeling. I hope you'll love this journey as much as I loved writing it. 🤍