Ananya believed in responsibilities, not love.
A government school teacher, a daughter, a sister, a fighter-she carried her family's weight with quiet strength. Dreams were distant luxuries; survival came first. After her sister's runaway marriage shattered their peace, Ananya closed the doors to her heart.
Veer Aadhitya believed in control, not emotions.
Son of the Chief Minister, he was powerful, arrogant, and unapologetically cold. Love, to him, was weakness. Power was his only language-until a voice dared to speak against him.
Their worlds were never meant to cross. But when they did,
fire met silence, ego met honesty, and something began to burn.
Not love.
Not yet.
But something neither of them could ignore.
This is a story of two opposites-
a woman who gave up on love, and a man who never believed in it.
As fate begins to unfold its shades, will they remain the same?