boy finds an abandoned child… but the system orders him to raise her without love.”

Episode 1: Broken Night Rohit was just a delivery boy. Every day, he rode his old bicycle through crowded streets, carrying food for people who lived lives he could only imagine. His clothes were simple, his phone cracked, and his earnings barely enough—but he worked hard, hoping things would get better. And he had one reason to smile—his girlfriend, Neha. Or at least… he thought he did. That evening, Rohit had a delivery in a rich apartment complex. As he walked toward the building entrance, balancing the food bag, he suddenly froze. Near the gate… he saw her. Neha. She was laughing. But not with him. She was standing close to another boy—well-dressed, confident, everything Rohit wasn't. The boy gently held her hand. Rohit's heart dropped. He slowly walked closer, his hands shaking. "Neha…?" he called. She turned, surprised—but not guilty. "Rohit… why are you here?" "I… I came for delivery… but… what is this?" his voice trembled. The other boy stepped forward, smirking. "So this is the delivery guy?" Neha sighed, annoyed. "Rohit, let's not make this dramatic. I was going to tell you." "Tell me what?" he asked. "That we're done." The words hit harder than anything. "You're a delivery boy, Rohit," she continued coldly. "Do you really think I can build a future with you?" Silence. Three years. Three years of love… gone in seconds. The rich boy laughed and suddenly kicked Rohit's bicycle, sending it crashing to the ground. "Stay in your level," he said. Rohit didn't fight back. He just stood there… broken. Later that night… Rohit sat alone in a cheap roadside bar, drinking glass after glass. He had never drunk this much before. His vision blurred. His thoughts shattered. "Three years…" he muttered. "Was it all fake…?" Completely drunk, he stumbled out into the dark streets. Somehow, without realizing, he entered a building and pushed open a door. It wasn't his. It was a girl's apartment. Inside, a young woman looked up in shock. "Who are you?!" Rohit staggered, barely able to stand. "I… I didn't mean…" Before he could finish, he nearly fell. The girl quickly rushed forward and caught him. "…He's drunk," she realized. She sighed, a bit annoyed—but not heartless. "Sit here," she said, helping him onto the sofa. She went to the kitchen and made some tea, bringing it back carefully. "Drink this. It'll help." Rohit weakly held the cup and drank. A little warmth returned to his body. Within minutes, exhaustion took over. He collapsed sideways, half-asleep. The girl looked at him for a moment… then shook her head. "What a mess…" Gently, she helped him up and slowly carried him to her bedroom. She laid him down on her bed, covering him with a blanket. "For someone who entered the wrong house… you're lucky," she murmured. With no other choice, she picked up a pillow and went to the storage room. That night… Rohit slept in a stranger's room for the first time