The entire city was buzzing with just one question- "Who is the Rathores' son-in-law?" But fate had written a twist no one saw coming... The Rathores weren't welcoming a son-in-law. They were about to welcome their daughter-in-law.🔥

Freen's POV - 6 years ago* "You're late, Sarocha!" I rushed into the charity gala, still in uniform. Everyone else looked fancy. I looked like I'd just arrested someone. Which I had. Then I saw her. Beautiful girl in a black dress, surrounded by boring old men. She looked... trapped. Like she'd rather be anywhere else. "That's Becky Armstrong," Nam whispered. "Armstrong Industries princess. Way out of your league." But something about how alone she looked... "I'm gonna talk to her." "FREEN, NO!" Too late. I was already walking over. "Ms. Armstrong? I'm Officer Freen Sarocha. Want to get some air?" She turned, brown eyes meeting mine, and smiled. A real smile. "I thought you'd never ask." --- Freen's POV - Present day I stare at the old photo on my desk. Becky and me, laughing at some café. So young. So happy. So unaware of what was coming. Five years since everything fell apart. My phone buzzes. Officer Sarocha? This is Richard Armstrong. We need your help. It's about my granddaughter... Roni. The daughter I've never met. "I'll be right there." I look at the photo one more time. Are you ready to see her again, Freen? No. But a child is missing. And despite everything, I'd still do anything for Becky. Even if it destroys me all over again.

Becky Armstrong Sarocha and Freen Sarocha are bound by an arranged marriage, not love. Becky is the perfect wife in every way, fulfilling her duties without complaint, yet her heart still carries the scars of being abandoned by her former lover, Charlotte. Freen, the brilliant and devoted chief of Grey Sloan Hospital, loves Becky deeply but struggles to understand emotions due to past trauma. Aware that Becky's devotion is only duty, not love, Freen accepts it anyway. Their marriage survives on responsibility, sacrifice, and unspoken pain.