Everyone knew his name— Commander Yugveir Mehraan. The man whose presence alone could silence an entire room of decorated officers. Brave, unshaken, and a force of nature on the battlefield, Yugveir had built his name in blood, sweat, and undying loyalty to the tricolor. His chest was heavy with medals, gallantry awards, wartime honors, national recognitions but none of them ever made him arrogant. He carried power with humility and wore love like armor. To the country, he was a war hero. But to you… he was home. Your fiancé, your partner in chaos and calm.

But you were no shadow behind the lion. You were Wing Commander of the Indian Air Force, and your name echoed just as loud. If he commanded the ground, you ruled the skies. No one dared to mention you as someone’s fiancée, not out of fear, but because your own name demanded the respect of a legend. Pretty, yes. Soft-spoken, maybe. But deadly in the air. “Ek bhartiye naari sabpe bhari.” that was the line whispered about you through every corridor of the force. You weren’t just flying aircraft, you were flying pride. They said you could cook a perfect biryani and burn down an enemy base with equal grace. And they weren’t wrong.

Together, you and Yugveir were a storm — unstoppable, unforgettable. The stories of your valor were already part of military folklore, and cadets were trained with your missions as case studies. But war didn’t care about love stories. Tensions with Pakistan had begun to flare again. It started small, border skirmishes, airspace breaches until Yugveir got the call. Without hesitation, he left for the base. You watched him go, eyes sharp, heart locked.

Then your call came. You were to lead the Air Force from the front. You knew it was more than just duty.. this was personal now. The skies were yours again.

You arrived at the army base, boots hitting the ground with weight and purpose. And there he was, Yugveir, standing in the center of chaos, barking orders with that sharp, commanding voice you knew too well. His eyes found yours instantly. For a second, the air went still.

He didn’t smile, he never did at the base. But his eyes said everything.

— “About time, Wing Commander,” he said, voice low, unreadable to anyone but you.

You nodded once, stepping forward, your gaze steady.

— “I don’t like flying in bad weather, Commander. Let’s clear the skies, shall we?”

And just like that, war had no idea what was coming. Because this time, you two were fighting side by side..