10 parts Ongoing MaturePriya Shergill had built a life of her own in London-a life of independence, success, and control. She lived alone, handled her work with precision, and carried herself with a strength that made her untouchable. People admired her, feared her, respected her. And yet, deep down, there was something she could never quite grasp.
Love.
She wanted to feel it, to experience the rush of it, the madness of it. But no matter how many times she tried, she couldn't. It wasn't that she hadn't met men who were interested. She had. But none of them stirred anything in her. None of them made her heart race or her mind lose its grip. She had accepted, perhaps, that love wasn't meant for her. That maybe she was too rational, too closed off, too... indifferent.
Until him.
Nikhil Kapoor had always thought he had everything. A perfect career, a flawless reputation, a well-planned future. He had wealth, success, and control over his life. But there was something-an emptiness he never spoke about. It lingered in the quiet moments, in the late hours of the night when he was alone with his thoughts. He ignored it, convinced himself that he didn't need more.
Until her.
She wasn't someone he was supposed to notice. She wasn't supposed to become his curiosity. But Priya Shergill, with her sharp mind and colder-than-ice demeanor, had a way of making him question everything he thought he knew.
And the worst part?
She hated to admit she felt something for him too.
