The story begins with a stranger.
He was dressed entirely in black—black blazer, black socks, black shoes. He wore black gloves on his hands. Most of his face was covered; only his eyes were visible—sharp and gleaming.
He was watching a car approaching from a distance. His gaze fell on shards of glass lying on the ground. In the streetlight, the glass sparkled, just like his eyes.
Moments later, the car stopped right on those shards. A tire puncture was inevitable, and exactly that happened.
The driver, troubled, stepped out of the car, when suddenly the black figure appeared directly in front of him. Before the driver could comprehend anything, the stranger pressed chloroform near his face.
Within seconds, the driver collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
On the back seat of the car, another person was sitting. Seeing the driver fall, he panicked and stepped out—but stepping out turned out to be his biggest mistake.
From beneath the black blazer, the stranger pulled out a gun and, without any hesitation, fired one bullet after another. Within moments, the man lay on the ground—lifeless.
Now the black figure removed the cap of her blazer, which had been covering her head. As soon as the cap came off, her long hair fell freely over her shoulders.
She was not a man.
She was a girl.
Completely calm. Completely composed.
She quietly approached the dead man, picked up his phone, checked the screen, then searched his pockets. She kept some things for herself and left the rest there.
Without looking back, the girl disappeared into the dark street—as if she had never been there.
Some time later, we see a girl in a café. She was sitting at a table, clearly showing annoyance on her face.
Just then, a boy approached from behind.
He was Parv Khanna, and the girl was Somia Bajpayee.
Parv was open-minded and responsible.
Somia was an ordinary girl.
Somia, annoyed, said,
"Why did you take so long?"
Parv, in a loving tone, said,
"Sorry, Jaanu."
Somia got angrier and said,
"Sorry? I'm angry with you. You made me wait so long."
Parv smiled lightly and said,
"It won't happen next time. Now, admit it."
Somia looked at him for a moment, then said,
"Okay, fine. I forgive you."
As she said this, her anger melted away. She became happy and gave Parv a sweet smile.
Parv asked her,
"Okay, tell me, what will you eat?"
Without thinking, Somia said,
"Momos."
Parv called the waiter and placed an order for momos.
Somia sank into her thoughts for a while. Even after being in a relationship with Parv for two years, today her mind was running with different questions.
Parv looked at her and asked,
"What are you thinking?"
Somia became a little serious and said,
"So, when are you taking me home?"
Parv, with a slight smile, said,
"Let's see."
Somia looked at him intently and then softly said,
"Parv, don't you think we should get married? We've been together for two years."
Parv, without hesitation, said,
"Yes, definitely. I promised my best friend that we'd get married together, under the same canopy."
Smiling, Somia said,
"Then I'll pray to God that your best friend finds someone soon."
Parv laughed, and the atmosphere at the table lightened again.
Elsewhere, a girl was hurriedly packing her things.
She looked like RV Pratap, but she wasn't really her, and she didn't want anyone to see her as she really was.
Her best friend, Mahi, asked in surprise,
"RV, what are you doing?"
RV, closing her bag, said,
"Running late for class."
Mahi asked,
"But which class today?"
Without stopping, RV said,
"Yeah, an extra class. Okay, bye. I'm leaving."
With that, RV walked away.
Watching her leave, Mahi said,
"Oh God! Whoever ends up with RV, poor thing won't know what hit them."
Back at the café, Somia and Parv were talking when Somia's phone rang.
Seeing the call, Somia became slightly uneasy.
Somia: "Parv, I'll go."
Parv: "But Somia—"
Somia: "It's work, let me go."
Parv: "Okay. Bye."
Somia got up and left.
As she exited the café, almost at the same time, a boy entered.
Neither of them noticed each other.
The boy's gaze went straight to Parv, while Somia was busy searching in her bag.
She left without noticing him.
The boy was none other than Vihaan Singhania.
Sharp-minded, focused—he didn't care about the world.
Only the people close to him mattered.
And for his family.
Vihaan could do anything.
Parv: "Vihaan!"
Vihaan: "How are you?"
Parv: "Good."
They sat down and started talking.
Just then, a girl arrived—modern, bold, and confident.
She was Vihaan's girlfriend, Aashka.
Aashka looked like she spoke—what she wanted, she said directly, and took it for herself.
Aashka: "Hello, dude."
Parv (smiling): "Here comes your beauty queen."
Vihaan: "You're here?"
Aashka: "Can't I be?"
Parv (softly): "Yeah, you're a wandering soul."
Aashka: "What?"
Vihaan (recovering): "He's saying you look very beautiful."
Aashka was pleased.
Aashka: "I think your best friend should also find a girl for himself. I have a friend. Should I introduce you?"
Parv: "Your friend must be just like you."
Aashka (laughing): "Yes, both of you are best friends, and both of us too. Won't that feel great?"
Parv: "I have a girlfriend."
Aashka (surprised): "What? But I—"
Vihaan: "Aashka, leave it. So, tell me, what will you eat?"
Aashka: "Momos, almond shake, fresh water, coffee, and snacks."
Parv: "You eat this much?"
Vihaan: "What will you have?"
Parv: "Anything."
Vihaan: "Anything means say something."
Parv: "Chili paneer."
Aashka: "Me too."
Parv (serious): "Vihaan, this Aashka will make you cry one day."
Vihaan: "Leave it."
Then Vihaan called the waiter and placed the order.