Yeah, it's just an introduction. Because I don't trust myself at all regarding continuation of stories these days.

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She is a 'dhaakad'.

Pampered, uber cool, hot, outgoing.
A party animal, has random sex with strangers, doesn't give a damn about feelings.
Is a black belt in Karate, can beat the shit out of ten goons at a time.
Honest, intelligent, a surgeon.
Cannot really stand dumbs, introverts.
Single child of a leading industrialist.

He's submissive.

Raised in a village, he knows nothing of the ways how people of his age behave in the cities.
Recently lost his entire family in a bus accident while returning home from Haridwar. Is phobic. Highly introvert, highly afraid of ways of the world outside his village. Is a graduate, is in search of a living. He's been brought to Kolkata by a well wisher after the mishap, but he hardly wishes to exist anymore. He feels left behind, alone.

While heroes are expected to be the shields of the heroines, what if the equation randomly changes in this case?

While she's typically resentful of his kinds, why does she always hold his hand, when he stumbles?

While she hates his phobic, submissive, withdrawn self, how does she always appear at the right times, when he topples over stones on uneven paths?

While she pities people who can't take stands for themselves, why does she always do that for him, when he terribly fails?

Why does she never think for a second, before breaking every bone of someone who messes with him, while he remains utterly silent?

Why.....
Why even??