TROUPES Slow burn, forbidden love, assasian x blind girl, 'yeh tune kya kiya' him x 'Tu meri bahon mein duniya bhula de' her, touch her and die , calls her 'Chérrie'- sweetheart.

A name whispered in fear, a man whose past was as dark as the targets he took down. With his brown eyes that saw through every lie, and a body honed by years of brutal training, Ishaan was a weapon — and he was feared for it. His world was black and white, governed by money and contracts. Emotions were a luxury he could never afford.

When the call came, it was simple. Kill the youngest daughter of Mr. Oberio - the famed business tycoon . She was blind after an accident — a weakness, an opening. Her life was now a mere price to be paid for a business rivalry. The job was clear, and he took it without hesitation.

Disguised as her assistant, Ishaan moved through her world with calculated precision. His goal was straightforward: get close, strike, and disappear. He had killed before, and he would again.

But then, he met her. She was different. Innocent, caring, and soft — she wasn’t the target he expected.

It wasn’t just the innocence he saw in her, or the way she trusted him without question. It was the way she spoke to him — as if she could see right through his hardened exterior. The softness she had made something stir within him. He found himself always making sure she was safe and sound, baby proofed the whole oberoi manore so she won't bump into anything and get hurt , always carry couple of bandages incase if she got hurt or her feet got bruise from her heels. He was supposed to be her executioner, but instead, he found himself protecting her.

He swore to himself, his heart a battlefield. "I will not kill her."

As the days passed, the line between mission and desire blurred. The contract still loomed over him, but every moment with her made it harder to remember why he’d come in the first place.

For the first time, Ishaan wasn’t just a killer. He was a man falling in love with the one person he was meant to destroy.