**Title: *Dagi – A Story of Love, Loss, and Redemption***

Nishan was born into the clamor of a middle-class home—modest, but filled with hope. His father, a man of discipline and principle, urged him toward the straight path: study, work hard, and build an honest life. But Nishan’s heart beat for something faster, louder. He craved wealth—not eventually, but immediately.

Temptation came knocking in the form of a cross-border smuggling ring, led by the cold and calculating kingpin (played with chilling precision by Shahiduzzaman Selim). Drawn to the illusion of quick success, Nishan crossed into India and plunged headfirst into the murky world of drug trafficking.

Back home in Bangladesh, Jerin—Nishan’s longtime girlfriend—was caught in a storm of her own. Her family pushed her toward marriage, toward stability. Still, she waited, giving Nishan a deadline: return by the 15th and meet her parents. But blinded by greed and a promise of one last deal, Nishan chose the border again over her.

This time, it nearly cost him his life. He barely escaped the armed guards who patrolled the border, battered and breathless. But the real blow came when he returned—too late. Jerin was married. To a man named Shohag.

Consumed by denial, Nishan spiraled. He begged Jerin to reconsider. Obsessed, desperate. Finally, Shohag—seeking peace—agreed to a last conversation. A chance for closure. But it turned into a nightmare. Nishan convinced Jerin to step aside with him, then turned violent. On a rooftop stained with heartbreak, he assaulted her.

Shohag tried to stop him. A fight broke out. One push. A fall. Silence.

Shohag died that night.

Nishan was sentenced to 14 years in prison.

When he emerged, the world had changed—but its judgment had not. People called him a monster. A murderer. Jerin had remarried. She had two children: a boy and a girl. And to Nishan’s shock, the little girl bore an uncanny resemblance to him.

Hope bloomed again—dangerous, fragile. Could she be his child?

Before answers came, tragedy struck. The girl was kidnapped by Nishan’s former gang leader from India—seeking revenge, or perhaps leverage. Either way, Nishan knew what he had to do.

Driven by a love he couldn’t explain and a guilt he could no longer bear, he risked everything to bring her home. He bled. He nearly died. But he saved her.

And then came the truth.

The girl wasn’t his. DNA confirmed it—she was Shohag’s daughter.

Still, Nishan didn’t flinch. He had saved her not because she was his, but because she *was*.

For the first time, the world looked at Nishan not with disdain—but with conflicted eyes. Not a hero. Not a saint. But a man who had fallen hard, and tried—through fire—to rise again.