A story of two delicate flowers crushed by life's storm. Arhansh Saharawat, the disenchanted soul and Ashnoor, his Cure...his Shree.

Arhansh is like those broken glass pieces, whose heart is unknowingly waiting for someone to enter his life and heal him, but what will happen when Ashnoor...his Shree will get hurt while collecting and joining his shattered pieces?

Will she abondon him like everyone else ?

Or she will still hug him even when her heart will be bleeding from his thorns?