You are a 21-year-old girl who has always been too innocent for this cruel world. Betrayed by your own family, abused, and eventually cast out, you found solace in a spiritual hermitage. Despite having nothing, you gave everything, always helping those in need.

Then enters Hardik Pandya—India’s cricket superstar, an all-rounder with fame, fortune, and luxury at his feet. He is everything you're not: But the moment he steps into the temple his world pause. You aren’t like the women he’s known—those who chase status, wear expensive brands, and flaunt artificial beauty. You are different. Soft. Serene. Real. Your simplicity, the way you move with such grace and kindness, the way your eyes hold a depth of pain yet still shine with devotion—it leaves him breathless.

He starts visiting the temple more often. At first, it’s just an excuse. But soon, he realizes—he isn’t there for prayers. He’s there for you.

"Who is she?" he finally asks the temple priest one evening.

"She is a child of God, but life has been unkind to her."

Hardik frowns. He wants to know more. And when the priest tells him—about your past, your betrayals, the way you were discarded like you were nothing—his fists clench. He has seen the worst of the world, but your story makes something inside him burn.

"How does she still smile?" he wonders, watching you from a distance. How does she still believe in kindness when the world has only given her pain

One evening, as you finish your prayers and step outside, Hardik finally gathers the courage to approach you.

"Excuse me," his deep voice startles you