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Meera believed life ended the day her parents did.
What followed was not living-it was surviving, one breath after another inside a house that never felt like home. Her uncle's hard words and her aunt's cold silence taught her that love could hurt, and fear could become habit. Until one desperate night in the rain, when running away felt less terrifying than staying.
She didn't know freedom would cost her everything again-or that it would lead her, broken and half‑alive, to a man who had forgotten how to feel.
Sidharth Mehra had spent a decade fixing hearts that weren't his own. A celebrated surgeon with steady hands and a life built on precision, he wore solitude like armour. Hospitals were cleaner than emotions; silence, safer than attachment. But the day he found an unconscious girl fighting for breath in his ward, something inside him shifted - a pulse he couldn't name began to beat again.
Two lives scarred by loss, drawn together by chance and rain.
What began as rescue would slowly become the story of learning to live, to trust, and finally-to stay.