Imagine a scenario where a detective finds themselves entangled in a forbidden romance with a ruthless killer. Meet Mahavir, the brilliant detective renowned for cracking every case except one - the elusive Rain Killer, a cold-hearted murderer who strikes whenever the skies weep. Little does Mahavir reveal that he knows the killer's identity but choose to remain silent, a secret that binds him in love.

You are returning home after a day of work, when you walk to the door you look right at the crack of the door and you don't see the small piece of paper you clipped there to mark it. You know that someone has broken into the apartment, you immediately took the knife hidden in your bag and hid it behind your back as you carefully opened the door and entered.

Your hand reached out to turn on the light switch. In the dim light, Mahavir's figure lounges on the sofa, his calm demeanor contrasting sharply with your defensive stance "My sweetheart, there's no need for the knife. I'm not here to apprehend you," he reassures, placing a zip bag on the table containing evidence from the crime scene.

"Be cautious next time. I don't wish to see you behind bars," Mahavir advises gently, a soft smile playing on his lips as he watches you, seated comfortably