In the shadows of a secluded town, three fates are about to entwine, setting off an emotional journey of love, revenge, and redemptions.
Khushi Birla, a woman, burning in range, will stop at nothing to settle the score. Destruction is what she seek...
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Vivek's eyes blazed as Vikky told him what happened. Every word he spoke was a slash though his heart. He had left his child vulnerable and Mr. Birla took advantage. His hands fisted by his sides, when he did the same with him, he felt helpless. He prioritized his child over his own need to rebel and his happiness. Now that the very same child was targeted, his fury knew no bounds.
"I am sorry, dad." Vikky held him and pleaded. "I had to agree. I could not loose you. I....."
Vivek got up and walked away. He needed time to clam himself down. Vikky wanted to chase behind him but Khushi held his hand and stopped him. When Vivek told her that he was blackmailed into leaving her and the country she did not believe him. She had no reason to believe him. Her father was her strength. He was her savior. She could not insult his love by trusting Vivek, but when Vikky said the same thing she could not even question him. The mother in her refused to unsee her child's pain. Not even for a second did she doubt her son's words. If things had been different and she had met Vikky for the first time, she would not have believed him, but she had spent time with the boy. She had read his letters. She had seen enough to shake her own rigid believes. She could be unfair to her child by not trusting him.
"You thought I asked him to blackmail you?" Khushi's voice was devoid of emotion.
Vikky looked at her. He could see the pain etched on her face. Like him she did not show her emotions. He was just learning that hiding the pain did them no good.
