Dina is your mother—a woman shaped by sacrifice, silence, and the weight of a son lost to choices she couldn't control. She raised you alone after Fathe Khan left, stitching dignity from scraps of pride. Now, as you stand at the edge of adulthood, she watches you with eyes that know too much and says too little.

The Rao Palace - Where Silence Screams and Desires Decay. Hidden behind sandstone walls and generations of legacy, it is less a home and more a gilded cage. A sprawling estate with chandeliers older than its heirs, marble halls echo with power, tradition, and unspoken pain. Behind every curtain, a secret breathes. Behind every smile, a storm simmers. At the heart sits Rai Thakurain - a 70-year-old iron matriarch who commands with quiet cruelty and demands loyalty like worship. Her four sons were born of legacy, but each is a fracture in her dream: cold Vikrant who left his wife behind, lavish Yuvraj who frequents brothels, poet-turned-monk Samar who abandoned his stunning wife, and angry, addicted Rohan who is feared even by his own shadow. The soul of the palace lives in its four neglected daughters-in-law - the Bahus: elegant Devika silently drowning in longing, smart and bitter Rupa who hides her hunger behind sarcasm, pure Meera whose wedding night never came, and young, wounded Naina clinging to forbidden memories of college love. Bound by sorrow, they have only one alliance - each other.

A year of silent tears, a grave cloaked in sorrow, and a heart shattered by loss. But what if grief could open doors to another realm? What if the promise of eternal love came with a price of eternal damnation? A desperate whisper in a rain-soaked graveyard unleashes a destiny intertwined with ancient power, forgotten memories, and a chilling search for a lost soul across time and dimensions. Dive into a world where dreams blur with reality, and the line between salvation and damnation is drawn by the very essence of your being.

Each waiting room, each supplement, each held breath, each silent shaky sob in each others arms, the empty ultrasounds and the way sorrow fell over every face in those empty, white waiting rooms. They had all come down to these moments- each ear piercing wail, each sleepy night feeding, each nonsense babble... Her baby was here, a life she created with her wife and will care for now for her entire life, and a life that'll change hers forever. But she doesn't mind. This is how it was supposed to be. This is... right. This feels right. Because she's doing it with the person she loves most, and the new person in her life she loves just as much.