Kanika Kapoor is going to turn thirty-three. And she can barely see the cake underneath the forest of candles her friends have got for her. Not so much because she's hurtling towards the nightmarish figure of 35. But more because she's still single. And also has no prospects on the horizon; after three failed intense romances, and several fiascos in the name of flings, Kanika has accepted she has terrible judgment. And a terrible future in her asylum of a house of single Punjabi women in Rajinder Nagar, Delhi------a mother who never married, out of choice. And a Naani who is hell-bent on ensuring her granddaughter does not turn out like her 'bad penny' of a mother.