Plot
The story revolved around the protagonist Kakul who is the younger daughter of a Bihari politician Om Shankar. She attends her friend's wedding in Mumbai where she meets a Mumbai resident, Sammaan, the son of an affluent businessman Amarnath Chowdhary. Sammaan flirts incorrigibly with Kakul at the wedding. Kakul, a simple girl at heart, is attracted to Sammaan and falls for his charms not realizing that he is merely indulging in idle flirtation to pass the time pleasantly in the company of a good-looking young woman.
The incident angers Kakul's brother-in-law and her father's primary adherent and political supporter Surjeet, who is known for his extremely short temper. Surjeet gets Sammaan married to Kakul at gunpoint. From thereon, Kakul's life goes for a toss, for Sammaan is head-over-heels in love with his steady girlfriend Vanshika Saxena. Sammaan's mother Uttara disapproves of the marriage and Kakul and makes life miserable for her. How Kakul manages to overcome a long series of obstacles, win over Sammaan and his family and make her dream of a loving home a reality, forms the crux of the story.
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