Chaotic people. Half-healed wounds. And a girl who claims she doesn't believe in love-yet finds herself waiting anyway. SAHIBA lives in Delhi with her Beeji, her sarcasm, and a solid reputation for never losing a fight-verbal or otherwise. KABIR arrives from London with charm, ambition, and a knack for getting into trouble. Both waited, but neither believed they'd meet again. Certainly not like this. Not with a kidnapping attempt, a crazy tuk tuk ride, old betrayals, and the most chic grandmother who refuses to age as her age-mates do-that is, quietly and without drama. Between frisky banter, impossible parents, half-truths, and a love story that keeps dodging labels, their lives begin to tangle in ways that are hard to name but harder to ignore. Witty, messy, and quietly tender, this is a story about the families we fight, the ones we choose, and the people who show up when we least expect them.