When you love someone with all the loyalty in your heart, when you adore them so deeply that you forget the world around you, betrayal feels like the sharpest wound a soul can carry. That is what rests inside Rishiraj’s heart. He has given years of quiet devotion, never once turning his eyes away, never once allowing another name to enter his prayers. Yet the pain he feels is not only hers to answer for. It is also his own doing. He never spoke, never confessed, never took the step from longing to love. His heart remained locked in one–sided affection, and he himself chose to keep the key hidden.