Some loves are born from ruin.
Some survive only because they were never allowed to exist

Meet Maitri Kapoor
A beautiful 24-year-old whose eyes once sparkled with dreams, but now tell a story of longing, pain, and silent rebellion. Raised with a singular purpose—to elevate her family's reputation and embody perfect obedience—she carries the crushing weight of societal expectations on her fragile shoulders.

Once passionate about dancing and singing, Maitri now shudders at the mere thought of those pursuits. Her guardian’s harsh words, branding her passions as dishonorable, still echo in her mind. And yet, buried beneath the silence, her heart still aches for that lost freedom.

Her love for her father is her strongest anchor, a love so selfless that she would endure anything for him. In addition to her family duties, Maitri holds the position of General Manager at Kapoor Industries and is engaged to Agastya Raghuvanshi, a union that only deepens the conflict between her duty and her suppressed desires.

"आप हमारे पैरों को तो बाँध सकते हैं, लेकिन हमारे दिल का क्या करेंगे?
ये दिल सिर्फ प्रेम का है… और उसी के लिए बना है।"

Meet Prem Singhania
A 26-year-old man with striking hazel-green eyes—a rare inheritance from his grandmother—and a heart that beats with unspoken fire. The heir to Singhania Industries and Samyukta Entertainment, Prem stands at the pinnacle of power and wealth. His family controls nearly 70% of the entertainment industry, and yet, behind all the success and influence, lies a man who harbors a secret, rebellious passion for the arts.

Unlike the world that expects perfection from him, Prem is flawed, fearless, and quietly defiant. His closest confidant is Agastya Raghuvanshi, his maternal cousin and best friend—the same man engaged to Maitri. Their bond, like Prem’s love for his family, is unshakable… but love has a way of testing loyalties.

"Maitri is only mine. She belongs to me. She is Prem Singhania's love. And nobody could change that."

Woh mohabbat jo chhup ke ki jaye,
Usme ek ajeeb sa sukoon bhi hota hai… aur ek behad dard bhi