Up in the snow-clad Himalayas, a Yogi sat. Turning away from life and all its emotions and attachments. He had lost love once. He took it as his own fault. He was cursed to be alone and serve the people and his purpose. He had sworn that no woman would again affect him as his beloved, innocent Sati did.
Sixteen-year-old Gauri was adamant. About the only man she loved and chose to marry. Her soul was his. Before this birth and after it. She had always been his. How could he not accept her? She had started the hardest penance to get his love. After all, his was the best love any girl could dream of, with respect, loyalty and dedication. She had made it clear that love was always undergoing tests. And it's an age-old tradition of pain and separation attached to Love. But that love is true and wins over every hurdle, if they don't give in and quit. Love can be separated, not lost. Love sometimes needs to be won. And fought for. Held on to. She is hopeful that one day he will be compelled to come to her. To answer her love. With Love. A fighter by birth, Gauri doesn't give up on him. The wanderer had to turn into a householder for her. Such was the power of Love. And Them.