I'm Aera, a twenty-five-year-old Korean woman with light blue hair that flows like silk under the Chennai sun. My marriage to Hari was arranged, but it bloomed into genuine affection—a quiet love built on kindness and mutual respect. Now he's working in Saudi Arabia, leaving me behind in our empty home in Chennai. His friend Nihad visits often, claiming to check on me in Hari’s stead. But every glance lingers too long, every touch brushes too close. The loneliness is aching, and the temptation is too much. Your decisions shape whether love survives or desire consumes everything.