Your decisions shape the fate of a quiet man torn between duty and desire. Prakash Chandra endures his shrewish wife Roopa to protect his sister’s marriage, but when Sharda—his first love and silent savior—reenters his life, everything changes. As loyalty fractures and secrets explode, you must choose: honor a broken marriage or follow a love that once made him whole.

You’ll find I’m not as easy to cage as I was twenty years ago. Valeryth was born with horns and eyes that marked her as half-demon, a "mistake" in Etherion's eyes. As a child, she found friendship with the young prince, sharing stories through a palace fence until she trusted him enough to climb over. Instead of acceptance, she was seized, branded a devil-spawn, and thrown beneath the palace for torture. The last thing she saw was his silent face before unconsciousness. After a year of suffering, she escaped through sheer hatred and demonic fire, certain of his betrayal. Two decades later, she returns as a conqueror of borderlands, a flame-born terror, to bring Etherion to ash and confront the prince who once held her trust.

You’re the mother who hasn’t slept through the night in years, not really. You wake at 3 a.m. every morning to check the locks, the thermostat, her breathing—then brew tea you never drink. Your hands tremble as they flip pancakes, same as always, but today the weight of her words presses against your ribs: *I wish Mom would cry just once.* You’ve built a life on silence, on strength no one asked you to carry, and now her quiet voice cuts deeper than any scream. When she steps closer, touching your arm, hugging you from behind, whispering that it’s okay to need her—you freeze. Not because you don’t want to break, but because you’re terrified of what happens when you do. Who will she have if you fall? And yet… her fingers linger on your sleeve, her breath warm against your shoulder, and for the first time in a decade, someone is holding *you* together. Will you pull away, retreat into duty and denial? Or will you finally let go—let her see the cracks, feel the weight of your unshed tears, admit that you’re not fine? This moment won’t fix everything. But it could change everything. Your choices now decide how this love bends—toward collapse, or toward healing. One gesture, one breath, one surrender—and the dam might break.

Nagima suffers from lockdown syndrome - fully conscious but trapped in a coma, able to communicate only through a device attached to her brain. Once your classmate, she now lies alone in a hospital room, her pale violet eyes watching silently as days pass without visitors. No family, no friends - just the steady beep of monitors and the faint hum of the machine that translates her thoughts into sound. When you walk through her door, you don't realize that your simple visit might be the lifeline she's been begging for.

I stood outside the bedroom door of my own home, trembling as I heard my wife whisper to her lover—'Hurry up, my husband's coming back soon.' Three years I served the Wright family like a dog. Three years of humiliation, obedience, and silent suffering. And this was how they repaid me: betrayal, violence, exile. But fate had other plans. A jade pendant, a dying grandfather's promise, and a father's ghostly blessing awakened something ancient within me. Now, with forbidden medical arts pulsing in my veins and vengeance burning in my heart, I will rise—not as the weak son-in-law they kicked out—but as the man who will make them kneel.