On the day of her wedding, Isha Singhania found herself tied in a corner of a black room. It was intimidating black inside. Not a single ray of either sunlight or a chance for help. As she tried analysing her surroundings, she was caught by a mysterious man that lingered his gun all over her face down to her chin. “How badly was I drunk tonight that I kidnapped you instead of that bastard.” A husky voice uttered from his mouth that made her tremble in fear as her eyes widened at the statement made.