"Oye, Miss Arrogant," he said, standing in front of her now, "can you stop showing your attitude for one minute and act like a normal person?" Devanshi slowly turned her head. Her gaze met his-steady, sharp. "Before giving others advice," she said calmly, "shouldn't you try applying it to your own life, Mr. Slow?" Rudraksh blinked. Mr... Slow? "What did you just call me?" he asked, disbelief clear. Rudraksh Bhatt lives in the quiet shadow of the ancient Shiva temple on the city's edge. Unemployed by choice and untethered from the grind of modern life, he wakes each day not to alarm clocks but to temple bells. His world is incense smoke, sacred chants, and the silent presence of Mahadev, his only master. To the outside world, he is a drifter. To himself, he is a seeker-of truth, of peace, and perhaps unknowingly, of purpose. Devanshi Rathore is the opposite-a force of nature in high heels. As the CEO of Rathore Enterprises, one of India's fastest-rising tech conglomerates, she has fought tooth and nail in boardrooms built by men and tradition. Feared, respected, envied-she walks a tightrope between power and loneliness, between empire and emptiness. When fate entwines a wandering devotee with a woman of steel, sparks fly-not just of conflict, but of transformation. He sees through her armor. She challenges his detachment. One believes in surrender, the other in control. But both, in their own way, are lost. What happens when Shiva's devotee meets the empress of ambition?