In a world where her every breath was measured and every step dictated by the weight of parivaar ki izzat, she found a secret kind of freedom—
...in the sway of a dance no one was allowed to see,
...in the softness of a song that trembled behind closed lips.

For a girl told to quiet her soul, music was rebellion.
And dreams? Dreams were a sin.

But even sin has a sound. And hers echoed like a lullaby waiting to be heard.

Until he came.

A man wrapped in silence and shadows—
A name she should never whisper.
A presence that unraveled every rule she'd been forced to live by.

He didn’t touch her.
He saw her.

And in that one glance, she felt the cage begin to crack.
She knew—yeh mohabbat nahi honi chahiye thi.
But still… her heart betrayed her.

He wasn’t her savior.
He was the storm.
The one who held out a hand and asked her to leap—
not into safety,
but into herself.

“Tum chahti kya ho, Maitri?” he had asked once.
And for the first time, she had dared to answer,
“Khud ko…”

A love that could shatter everything.
A love she was never meant to have.
But if destruction came dressed as freedom—
would she still choose it?

This is not just their story.
It’s a whispered farewell for every dream ever buried alive,
and every heart that dared to beat outside the lines drawn for it.

Prem and Maitri—
Two names never meant to be in the same sentence.
And yet, they exist...
Together.
Illicit.
Unwritten.
Undeniable.