They both were pestilence and pernicious messes together. Both broken and shattered inside, yet needed one another for survival. She never ever thought, that he would be her happiness after a tragedy. Yet, he became. He wanted her more than his breaths. She was his delight and joy, whenever he was in distress. Zamhareer being the naughty boy, wants a sister for himself. He has no feminine in his small family. Zanjabeel being the descent man, he also agrees with his youngest brother, Zamhareer. Will these boys, give her the happiness she seeks??