fragments of you

fragments of you

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In the corrupt world of Indian media, Dev Saxena fears no one. A renowned news anchor with a no-nonsense attitude, he is sharp, shrewd, and relentless. He has an unshaken reputation for making politicians sweat on national television. He understands the demands of his profession and doesn't flinch before taking on the powerful, despite the threats. He lives by the truth and wears his integrity like armor. Off-screen, he is just a doting single father to seven-year-old Advik. After losing his wife in a tragic accident, his son is the only light of his life, his anchor to keep sailing. However, time has not healed Dev's wounds, and his heart remains firmly locked. There is no room for love in his life. At least, that's what he likes to believe. Enter Jheel. A runaway bride, who remembers nothing but her name. Her appearance may be that of a frail young woman, but don't let it deceive you. She is like the lake - as her name suggests. Calm and serene on the surface, yet burying dark and mysterious secrets deep within. She starts falling for him. He's hesitant, but finds himself drawn to her world, whether he likes it or not. Some truths can change lives. Others...can destroy them.
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