Rudra Singh Shekhawat was never a man of patience. He was a man who ruled in silence, commanded loyalty, and demanded control. Until she walked in — quiet yet defiant, fragile yet unyielding. Mrunal Bhargav, the one woman who never bent to his power… and somehow became his undoing. Every stolen glance now feels like a war. Every word they exchange leaves scars neither of them are ready to face. But the more he tries to keep his distance, the deeper she pulls him in — unknowingly, helplessly — until his calm starts to fracture. And when that fragile thread finally snaps, his voice is no longer cold — it’s a warning, a confession, and a promise that sends shivers down her spine: “I gave you time. I gave you space. But don’t ask me to stay away again, Mrunal… because the next time you do — I won’t stop until my name is the only thing you remember.” It’s no longer about right or wrong. It’s about what happens when two people who were never meant to collide… stop fighting the fire that was always meant to consume them.