She always thought her future had his name on it. Mehar Rastogi didn't just love him-she knew, with the kind of certainty you only get once, that he was hers. And for a while, he was. He was the boy who once walked her home in the monsoon rain, holding his jacket over her head so she wouldn't ruin the mehendi on her hands. Then her family tore them apart. They married her to a man who was never hers. And he never came for her. Three years later, Mehar is divorced, raising her five-month-old son, and trying to rebuild a future from scratch. She walks into an interview, hoping for a steady job. She doesn't expect the CEO across the table to be him. He's older now. Sharper. The world calls him untouchable. She calls him the boy who let her go. But the truth about what happened between them isn't what she thinks. And he doesn't know how long she waited, believing he'd stopped fighting for her. Some love stories don't fade. They hide in the cracks of what was lost- waiting for the day they can break you, or bring you home.