Some marriages are built on love. Some are built on necessity. And some — the rarest kind — quietly become both. When twenty-three-year-old Riya is married off to widower Arjun Malhotra to settle her family's debt, she walks into a household still haunted by loss. Arjun is guarded and grieving. His four-year-old son Kabir wakes at night calling for a mother who will never return. Riya expected coldness. A transaction dressed in wedding clothes. What she didn't expect was a small boy who would hold her hand in his sleep on the very first night.