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Amidst a world ablaze with magic and mystery, Seher, a young architect, meets Jogi, an enigmatic art historian, igniting a flame of passion, desire, sin, and salvation neither can extinguish. Drawn to each other across realms – seen and unseen – they embark on a journey to restore a burnt-down colonial manor. As they peel back the layers of time enfolding the secrets of the mansion, they also unearth forgotten tales of love and betrayal that will s
Amidst a world ablaze with magic and mystery, Seher, a young architect, meets Jogi, an enigmatic art historian, igniting a flame of passion, desire, sin, and salvation neither can extinguish. Drawn to each other across realms – seen and unseen – they embark on a journey to restore a burnt-down colonial manor. As they peel back the layers of time enfolding the secrets of the mansion, they also unearth forgotten tales of love and betrayal that will shape their own fate in a way they could never imagine.
From the verdant valleys of Ooty to the sun-soaked fields of Punjab, across the ancient alleys of Hyderabad and the glimmering towers of Gurgaon, Seher and Jogi must race against the relentless march of time, embracing a destiny forged in fire to discover the elixir that will quench the darkness engulfing them.
When the shadows of a bygone era converge with the choices of their present, they must navigate the treacherous paths of their lives to fight for a love that defies all odds, lest it slip through their fingers like the whispers of the past. For in the crucible of their journey lies not only their own redemption, but the promise of a future for the generation to come.
Amidst a world ablaze with magic and mystery, Seher, a young architect, meets Jogi, an enigmatic art historian, igniting a flame of passion, desire, sin, and salvation neither can extinguish. Drawn to each other across realms – seen and unseen – they embark on a journey to restore a burnt-down colonial manor. As they peel back the layers of time enfolding the secrets of the mansion, they also unearth forgotten tales of love and betrayal that will s
Amidst a world ablaze with magic and mystery, Seher, a young architect, meets Jogi, an enigmatic art historian, igniting a flame of passion, desire, sin, and salvation neither can extinguish. Drawn to each other across realms – seen and unseen – they embark on a journey to restore a burnt-down colonial manor. As they peel back the layers of time enfolding the secrets of the mansion, they also unearth forgotten tales of love and betrayal that will shape their own fate in a way they could never imagine.
From the verdant valleys of Ooty to the sun-soaked fields of Punjab, across the ancient alleys of Hyderabad and the glimmering towers of Gurgaon, Seher and Jogi must race against the relentless march of time, embracing a destiny forged in fire to discover the elixir that will quench the darkness engulfing them.
When the shadows of a bygone era converge with the choices of their present, they must navigate the treacherous paths of their lives to fight for a love that defies all odds, lest it slip through their fingers like the whispers of the past. For in the crucible of their journey lies not only their own redemption, but the promise of a future for the generation to come.
Sia Shetty, a vintage auto restorer. To Oumkar, she is a proud, wealthy, preachy idealist. She stands towering above the crowd, observing life from a safe distance, neither participating in it nor being affected by its violent ebb and flow. But he is the man who believes the world to be nothing but an illusion! Is Sia’s unflinching composure an illusion too? Is it the quietude of a rare kind of heroism acquired after battles fought and won away from all
Sia Shetty, a vintage auto restorer. To Oumkar, she is a proud, wealthy, preachy idealist. She stands towering above the crowd, observing life from a safe distance, neither participating in it nor being affected by its violent ebb and flow. But he is the man who believes the world to be nothing but an illusion! Is Sia’s unflinching composure an illusion too? Is it the quietude of a rare kind of heroism acquired after battles fought and won away from all eyes? Why does her blinding light remind him of his own dark battles in which he had surrendered his faith? Why does he crave her calm but is roused by her silent call to action against the exhausting nightmare he has turned his life into?
Oumkar Shenoy, a magician who does not believe in magic. To Sia, he is that one lingering memory on whose foundation she has built her entire life, but one that is now shrouded in scandals, mired by tales of greed, sleaze, and crime. Yet, he laughs at that world that has loved and hated him equally. He spurns Sia’s hero worship, ridicules her convictions, and calls her God, his Evil. Why then does she stay awake all night, filling the pages of her journal about him? Why does his touch, intended to hurt, heal?
As Oumkar and Sia rediscover their own forgotten story that has survived time, distance, and silence, they must also rise to the greatest test of faith – the trial of destiny.
Can the magic of love transform fate? Or what’s written in the stars can never be un-written?
Mrinmayi’s mood changed in the blink of an eye. “Oh!” she sighed, “When I see this, I feel thankful to be alive. I hope I live to see a million more moonrises like this in a million different places, a new moon every day, a new sun every day, a new sky every day. Don’t you too?” “No…” Swayam answered glancing at her, “…I’ll be content with one beautiful moon in the same old sky with the same old person I want with me.” "…think no
Mrinmayi’s mood changed in the blink of an eye. “Oh!” she sighed, “When I see this, I feel thankful to be alive. I hope I live to see a million more moonrises like this in a million different places, a new moon every day, a new sun every day, a new sky every day. Don’t you too?” “No…” Swayam answered glancing at her, “…I’ll be content with one beautiful moon in the same old sky with the same old person I want with me.” "…think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course." - Khalil Gibran, The Prophet And so…the commitment-phobic Mrinmayi Bharadwaj falls for Swayam Tanwar, the man who equates love with a pledge to be upheld until the last breath and beyond. Bound by an unquenchable passion, with trust as the cornerstone and hope leading their way, they begin creating their paradise of music; blissfully unaware of the storm from the past that awaits them. A veracity that has been buried for too long. As the storm hits the shore with an explosive force, razing their paradise, they grapple to face and accept that their love is destined to remain out of reach. Will their cadence be forever interrupted by the jarring notes of unforgivable reality, their song truncated by the sins of a generation prior? In a world torn by violence and hatred, Sinchita Ganguly brings to you a melodious tale of love crushed between the light of new dreams and the shadows of the past. A love that's not meant to be...can it ever be?
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