Arjun Srivastav and Kiara Gupta were enemies long before fate decided to bleed them together. As neighbors, they shared a wall—and a deep mutual irritation. Arjun, a 29-year-old ACP, lived by discipline, silence, and rules. His days were filled with crime scenes and gunfire; his nights demanded peace. Kiara, at 26, was everything he despised after duty hours—loud music, friends over, laughter spilling into the corridor, and weekend parties that lasted well past midnight. To Arjun, she was careless noise. To Kiara, he was an arrogant, cold cop who thought his uniform gave him control over everyone’s life.

Their encounters were sharp and frequent—arguments in the parking lot, heated words in the elevator, warnings about noise complaints, sarcastic remarks thrown like knives. Kiara accused him of policing her personal life; Arjun accused her of having none. Neither tried to understand the other. To them, coexistence felt like a daily battle they were both stubborn enough to continue.