As an eminent Assistant Professor in a medical college who was adored and worshipped by one and all, success for Dr Manav Pandit was just a byproduct.

But is he happy?

He suffers pain and sadness which is beyond human capacity and comprehension.

How could destiny be so cruel?

How does a man whose only purpose in life was to allay human suffering, endure thus himself?

They say, behind every successful man there's a woman.

Then how is it that his lady-love, his lady-luck, his soul mate, conspires against him to become the sole cause of his greatest sadness?