He was not a billionaire. He was just a common boy who fought for a window seat every morning.Akaay travels two hours daily in a crowded bus. His only peace is that 20-minute window seatIsha is late. Every day. She helps her mother pack tiffins at 5 AM.When she takes his reserved seat and says, "Why fight for space when we can share it?" - his life changes.This is not a story of luxury cars. This is a story of shared tiffins, bus tickets counted in coins, and a love that proves you don't need to be rich to be worthy of love.A common love story, but with an uncommon meaning. Will their love survive when society comes between them?