"sometimes, love isn't about who holds on-it's about who lets go first" Love was never meant to be shackled in chains, nor was it ever meant to be a battlefield where hearts were wounded instead of won. But for Chandni, love was neither a whispered promise nor a dream wrapped in silk. It was a prison-one she never asked for, one she never wanted. She had built walls around her heart, believing that hatred was the only weapon strong enough to keep him away. Virendra Thakur, the man who had bound her to him with a vow that felt more like a verdict. He was everything she despised-arrogant, composed, unreadable. A man who had taken away her choice, leaving her trapped in a marriage that felt suffocating. Yet, what she never saw coming was the weight of his silence, the quiet way he loved without demanding, the way he stayed despite knowing she resented him. Virendra never forced her, never pleaded, never begged. He simply waited-waited for her to see that love doesn't always begin with desire, sometimes it begins with a storm. But was love enough to mend what had been broken? Could a bond that started with resistance ever turn into something real? Or was she doomed to spend a lifetime fighting a man who had never once fought against her heart? This is not just a love story. This is a story of resentment and realization, of love that came too late, yet not late enough. This is a story of two souls bound together, one fighting to leave, the other waiting to be chosen.