Mannat left everything that could make her happy. A mistake snatched her passion. She let it go. Sent away to be punished, she took it as a new beginning and started living again. But this time she lived with all her heart. But again fear took it away and she let it go. She let go of the hands that taught her to live for herself, love herself. But will the heart let it go? Will the lover's heart let it go?