The path to desi romance was never this stop-signed. Stuck in psychological traffic and burning up her emotional circuits, Khushi, the creative team manager, has to "creatively" put up with Mr Abhijeet's tantrums and she is completely absolutely utterly fine with it. He hates sunshine, and she loves spring. Sparks arise, egos clash and the canon event for every 'desi love ishtory' is here. Will they survive the torturous lightning storms brewing within them? Or will it ruin the forests of love that grew over the blossoming monsoon?