She was nineteen. She told him she loved him.... And? He called her a sister. She went home, sat on the bathroom floor until 2AM, packed a bag, locked her mother's door from outside, and left Delhi at 3 in the morning with nothing but a heart she didn't know how to carry anymore. Never looked back, not once,not for five years. Five years later she's back for her best friend's wedding. Published book...built successful life. Two good friends. What she doesn't know? He read her book three times. Keeps page 211 in his wallet, Called her disconnected number at exactly 3AM every single night for five years. He didn't move on. He just learned to look like he had. And somewhere in this city, a man she has never met found her book six months ago and decided....the way men like him decide things, finally and without asking, that she already belongs to him....