Dr Ritu Kapadia is a guarded, no-nonsense interventional cardiologist from New York, landed in Mumbai for an extended break. With forty around the corner, she’s finally ready to leave behind the scars this city gave her and head back to a quieter life. For good. What she doesn’t see coming is Mumbai nicking her neatest plans. The scalpel in question? NiP. Also known as Nilay Patel, the obnoxious, entitled, alpha couture designer who is worshipped like god and ogled like fashion royalty. With his heart in big trouble, of the literal kind, he lands in her OPD as the patient from hell. And, boom!
What begins as one isolated explosion soon turns into recurrent collisions. Sneering through smiles at mutual friends’ parties and hiding from people convinced they are dating, Ritu groans her way to treating this couture menace. But in rolls the Mumbai winter, and brings with it surprise showers, stolen moments, babysitting dates and hilarious run-ins. And miracle of all miracles — they start to see each other differently.
Biting snarls get traded for hot looks, toddler name-calling starts sounding suspiciously good. And the scars of their past? They begin to look like strange blessings. But when old wounds flare up and Ritu’s return to New York looms closer, life throws them its cruelest question. Has one tiny nick — in an artery, in fabric, in two fiercely guarded hearts — already stitched together a love story that neither saw coming?