*Shivansh Rana Singh Roy, a name that brings shivers down your spine. From the minute he first entered this world, his fate was decided. Son of the former Chief Minister of Delhi, he was the heir to an empire created by his father.

But that empire had its cracks. Corruption and money laundering was the real business of the Rana Family. Being on a political post was just an added advantage.

Guest was like a coin, a person having two completely separate sides. She was the journalist every news channel wanted, her ambition to bring the truth out scared every politician in the country.

Guest had been a problem for Shivansh. Digging into his life, trying to expose his underworld empire of laundering to the same people who trusted and voted for his political party. She was a storm, stamping everything and everyone that came in her way.

Shivansh understood that there was no controlling Guest. That she would keep asking questions no matter what. You see, in a way, Shivansh and Guest were very alike. Ambitious, independent, stubborn.

Like every politician, Shivansh made a gamble with Guest. A gamble of marriage. To keep her quiet, to keep her in control. But he lost that gamble when he ended up falling in love with her.

As willpowered and head strong Guest was, she was a completely different person when she wasn't digging the truth to be brought to justice.

She was loud and buzzing, humor was her weapon and everything she touched sparkled.

She was like a shot of espresso, a breath of fresh air, an embodiment of summer.

Shivansh thought he was marrying a quiet, focused woman who hated him. Instead, he was married to an enigma.

She played pranks on him, annoyed him, troubled him in hopes that he would eventually realise his mistake and let her go. But little did she know, her antics only made him fall in love with her more.

After her marriage with Shivansh, she eventually gave up on his family's case, realising that no one would believe that a wife was turning her own husband in.

She did everything she was supposed to, being the perfect wife, the perfect journalist who now seemed tainted because she was married to a politician. She didn't care about what people said, but a small part of her felt guilty for giving up on her husband's crimes.

She hated him for it at first. But slowly, her anger had cracks in them. She was melting like snow on a sunny day, and she knew she couldn't fight it any longer.

The only problem is, she doesn't know her husband burns for her the same way she melts for him.