Aarohi Deewan, 25, is the kind of woman whose beauty is matched only by her gentle spirit. A recent MBA graduate, she carries both modern ambitions and a timeless devotion to God-her days filled with quiet prayers, soft smiles, and an inner strength that often surprises those around her. Shy yet kind-hearted, Aarohi is a woman who believes in the goodness of people and the quiet power of love.
Veer Singh Rathod, 30, is her complete opposite. The eldest son of a respected Rajasthani family, he is known to the outside world as a cold-hearted, sharp-eyed CEO whose life revolves around discipline and work. Tall, commanding, and short-tempered at times, Veer has built walls around his emotions, showing affection only through his protective care for his family. Beneath the intimidating exterior, however, lies a man whose heart yearns for someone to truly understand him.
When their worlds are tied together by the threads of an arranged marriage, what begins as a union of duty slowly blossoms into a journey of trust, belonging, and love. In the quiet exchanges, in the warmth of family traditions, and in the soft unfolding of hearts-Veer and Aarohi discover that sometimes, the most ordinary beginnings hide the most extraordinary stories.
Hearts Entwined is a tale of two contrasting souls, bound by destiny, who learns that love doesn't always arrive with fire-it often comes softly, like a prayer answered.
"𝘼𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙙, 𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚-𝙬𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙡𝙮, 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙝. "
He was waiting outside the OP, there for his student who had been injured during a fight over a phone. As he sat, casually glancing at his own phone, he suddenly heard the faint sound of a baby crying. Curious, he turned toward the sound-and froze.
There, outside the pediatric care unit, sat his wife with their son crying in her arms.
His heart ached-it had been months since he last saw his son. His gaze shifted to his wife, gently consoling the child. Her face looked tired, pale, and completely drained.
Without a second thought, he stood, tears welling in his eyes. Each step he took felt heavy, his chest tightening with every cry from his son.
As he neared, he saw her clothes were faded and worn. Her feet were bare, hardened from walking-clearly straight from the farm. His heart clenched.
His eyes moved to his son-he had grown so much. She was so focused on calming the baby that she didn't notice him at first. Tears filled her eyes as she held their feverish child close.
He softly called her name.
Startled, she looked up-and froze. Then she quickly lowered her gaze and tried to get up. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder, stopping her. She sat back down, turning her face away, quietly wiping her tears.
He reached out to take their son. The moment he held him, he felt the heat-his little body was burning with fever. A chill ran through him. After all these months, seeing his child like this was unbearable.
He loved his wife and son deeply, but his loyalty to his mother-and obedience to her word-always came first.
Between a mother who owned his soul and a wife who held his heart, he was a man torn in a cruel war of love and loyalty.
And she-she had given her all to a promise whispered beneath the sacred fire... never knowing that one day, she'd be holding her child, with nothing but a faded vow.