Our wounded heart

Naina Rajput was strong-no, exceptionally strong.
A lawyer by profession, she had always believed that justice could fix anything. But life proved her wrong five years ago when she discovered she was pregnant.
The man she loved, Veer Singhania, had abandoned her to stand by his family-the very family that had shattered her world.
She hated him for leaving.
She hated herself for still loving him.
Instead of breaking, she rebuilt herself. She buried her pain beneath endless court hearings, sleepless nights, and unwavering determination. Today, Naina Rajput was one of the city's most respected lawyers.
Her greatest victory, however, wasn't in a courtroom.
It was her four-and-a-half-year-old son Agastya Rajput.
Every time she looked into his eyes, she saw Veer staring back at her.
And that was both her greatest strength... and her deepest wound.
The little boy looked exactly like his father.
The same sharp eyes.
The same smile.
The same stubbornness.
Every day was a reminder of the man she had sworn never to forgive.
For the world, Veer Singhania had everything-wealth, power, and the Singhania name.
But none of it mattered.
Five years ago, he had made the biggest mistake of his life.
He had let Naina go.
Not because he stopped loving her, but because he had been too weak to stand against his family.
Every success felt empty.
Every celebration reminded him of what he had lost.
He didn't know that somewhere in the same city lived a little boy with his eyes, his smile, and his blood.
A son he had never met.
And fate was about to bring them face to face again.