Within the quiet walls of St. Mary's College Girls' Hostel, three strangers - Jesna,Diya, and Meera- begin a journey that will change them forever. What starts as awkward introductions in a cramped room soon grows into nights of laughter, whispered secrets, and silent tears.
As Jesna steps into her first year of nursing, she also steps into life itself - friendships that lift and wound, rules that confine and protect, and a love that feels too big for the small world she lives in. From the first shy glance at Rayan,to the rumors, heartbreak, and forgiveness that follow, her four years become a map of growing up - full of choices, mistakes, and lessons that leave lasting marks.
Through every argument, every shared meal, every late-night talk, Room No. 5 becomes more than a place. It becomes a home - a witness to friendship, love, betrayal, and healing.
When graduation comes, nothing is the same. But Jesna carries a small sticker, once drawn by Rayan - a faded reminder of a time that shaped her heart.
this is a story - of becoming, breaking, and beginning again.
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.