Aarohi Mehra never wanted to come to Banaras. The city feels too loud, too ancient, too suffocating filled with smoke from funeral pyres, temple bells that never stop ringing, and a river that seems to watch everything in silence. She plans to survive a few months and leave. Then she meets Rudra Tiwari. A boy from the ghats who barely speaks English but understands life in ways she never has. A boy who rows boats on the Ganga at sunrise and speaks about death like it’s an ordinary part of breathing. He is everything she isn’t. Simple. Unapologetic. Impossible to ignore. What begins as irritation slowly becomes something far more dangerous — quiet conversations by the river, shared silences, and a connection neither of them knows how to name. But Banaras is a city where people come when their stories end… or when new ones begin. And some loves, like the river itself, are never meant to be held but just like water is everywhere ni matter where the soul went love always there.....