Vidhi Sharma had one goal in life, happiness. Not wealth. Not escape. Just the simple, stubborn belief that joy could exist even in the shadows of Rang Mahal, where hope was dangerous and dreams were luxuries women like her mother couldn't afford. Shivansh Randhawa had no use for happiness. He lived in power, ambitions, and the fulfillment of his father's dying promise. Emotion was a weakness. And love? Love was the kind of ruin he had watched destroy his own father. Their first meeting is a disaster. It should have ended there. But fate has a cruel way of pulling them back, again and again into each other's orbit, until distance becomes impossible. And when their worlds truly collide into each other, he starts to want her. And she falls, against her better judgment, despite every warning, every instinct, for the one man who was never meant to be hers. Until she discovers the truth and realizes she was never the woman he wanted, only the key to something he needed, it's already too late. She is already in love with him. And he has already destroyed her. Now, the only question left is whether a man who has never cared about anyone can learn to fight for the one person who made him feel something real. Or if some hearts are too broken to be worth saving. Because Shivansh Randhawa doesn't give a damn about anyone. Until the one who became his happiness.