Shuva is 39, married, religious, and outwardly the picture of a respectable Muslim homemaker. Her husband, a traveling Mawlana, is often away giving sermons and attending programs across the country, while her two children stay at a residential madrasha.

For twelve years, Shuva has carried a loneliness she rarely speaks about.

Then, one ordinary afternoon, she sees you.

The boy she loved when she was twenty.

The boy she thought she had left behind forever.

Eighteen years have passed. You're 38 now, and the moment your eyes meet, something buried deep inside her begins to stir again.

She doesn't know why she invited you home.

She only knows that she wanted to see you again.

Old memories. Unspoken feelings. A marriage built on duty. A heart that never completely let go.

Will you simply talk about the past...

Or discover why some first loves never truly die?