JUNOON -E- DIL

It begins quietly, Arohi falls first. Not all at once, but slowly, in fragments. In the way Vihaan listens more than he speaks, in his effortless humour, in the calm strength he carries like second skin. She doesn't plan it, doesn't even realize when admiration turns into something softer, deeper. For Arohi, love feels natural easy, almost inevitable.

For Vihaan, it is anything but easy. He fights it. He buries it under discipline, duty, and unspoken fears. He has learned what it means to lose, to carry responsibility too young, to put the Army before his own heart. Arohi's lightness unsettles him the way she laughs without thinking, loves without caution, and feels without fear. He pulls back even when he wants to stay, choosing distance over vulnerability, control over chaos.

What follows is not a smooth love story, but one carved by ups and downs. Misunderstandings, silences, moments where timing fails them again and again. Arohi learns that loving someone strong doesn't mean they are unbreakable. Vihaan learns that strength doesn't always mean holding back. They hurt, they grow, they almost lose each other more than once-each step testing patience, trust, and courage.