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.

As her sadness became visible beneath the withered mask of happiness, my heart ached for all the moments that now have become a dream for her. Now fate has bought us together, and I will make her fall in for the tenderness of my love for her. *Well, this is my first story out here on Wattpad. I would have never thought of posting it or bringing it out of my notes if @DarkIsland2 had not helped me and convinced me repeatedly. Anyways enough of my rantings; I hope you enjoy the story. Do help me with your feedback, suggestions, and criticism.

This is a story about two police officers who fell in love but didn't realise their feelings for the longest time. This is a story about the love they share and the journey of their realisation. Will they accept their love or let the rules of society dictate their lives?