When I Began to Be Loved
introduction 1
Hello cupcakes ! This is my first chat story, and it is entirely a based on my imagination. Please do not copy it. Since this is my first time writing something like this, I appreciate your understanding if I made any mistakes Or if the story makes you uncomfortable.
Nishchal Sharma/ FL Brother
Nishchal Sharma/ FL Brother
Nishchal Sharma/ FL Brother
“I don’t need to control her choices to protect her. I just need to be there… when the world tries to take them away.”
Age: 28
Elder brother of Aaravi, an architect, and co-founder of their firm.
Nishchal, true to the meaning of his name, is a man of depth, composure, and emotional stillness.
He stepped into the role of every relationship Aaravi ever needed at the age of 18 when their parents died in a tragic accident. Since then, he’s been her father, mother, brother, guide, and shield.
He carries a mature warmth, a quiet strength, and a deeply protective nature — but unlike toxic people, he’s not possessive. His version of protection is rooted in freedom and safety, not control. He trusts Aaravi’s judgment but never steps away from her shadow, always ready to catch her if she falls.
He’s sharp-minded, driven by logic and integrity, but with that, he also possesses empathy and awareness of other people’s pain.
The architectural firm he and Aaravi built became successful not only because of their talent, but because he leads with heart — treating employees like family, and clients with respect.
He carries the grief of his past quietly, with dignity.
Calm, intelligent, protective, selfless, emotionally grounded, loyal to death.
“I would set myself on fire if it meant my brother would stay warm.”
Age: 25
Female lead, architect, Nishchal's sister
Aaravi is a unique balance of softness and fire. She’s the type who could sit at a corporate boardroom with elegance and assertiveness, and also touch her brother’s feet during a festival with sincerity and love. She embodies the grace of tradition and the strength of modern independence.
Having lost their parents at 15, she saw her brother become everything to her. Her bond with Nishchal isn’t just close — it’s soul-deep. He’s her hero, her mirror, and her emotional compass. She would burn her entire world to protect him.
Aaravi beautifully embodies gentleness and strength. Although soft-spoken, she is practical and emotionally savvy, handling life's challenges with quiet resilience. When faced with heartbreak, she bends but never breaks.
Her passion shines through in her architectural work, where her innovative ideas and heartfelt commitment earn admiration. Aaravi selflessly supports her loved ones, staying true to herself amidst the chaos of love and fear.
As a devoted sister and friend, she is fiercely loyal, carrying her wounds with dignity and leaving a lasting impression through her warmth and gentle gestures.
Tara Mehra/PA of Sharma siblings
“Aaravi is light. Nischal is gravity. I’m just here to make sure no one snuffs either out.”
Tara, age 26, is more than a personal assistant to Nischal and Aaravi; she’s family.
Loyal and efficient, she has been with them since the early days of their firm.
To Aaravi, she is a protective elder sister, offering comfort and blunt advice. To Nischal, she’s a trusted right hand.
Tara’s emotional maturity brings stability to their chaotic lives, though she remains wary of Leonardo and closely monitors his actions for Aaravi’s safety. She embodies loyalty, no-nonsense pragmatism, and quiet love.
introduction 2
“They say love softens you. But what if love becomes the sharpest blade you’ve ever held?”
Age:30
Male lead, Mafia boss (secret identity), Italian businessman
Leonardo is a master of duality: a polished billionaire in the business world, yet a ghost-like mafia leader in the underworld, shrouded in myth. He is obsessive, possessive, and emotionally closed — trusting no one. His love is marked by violent loyalty.
Haunted by loss, he controls everything, especially people. His fixation on Aaravi begins with obsession and evolves into a yearning for love, which he struggles to understand. He admires her purity and strength, traits he feels he lacks.
The only person who sees his vulnerability is his sister, Valentina.
Leonardo’s journey is one of undoing himself — learning that love isn’t possession, and that fear isn't loyalty.
Valentina De Luca/ ML sister
Valentina De Luca/ ML sister
Valentina De Luca/ ML sister
Valentina De Luca/ ML sister
“I don’t know how to love softly. I only know how to keep what’s mine.”
Age:28
Leonardo’s Sister
Valentina mirrors her brother, Leonardo, but is colder and more calculated. Fiercely loyal to him, she sees the world as either a threat or a tool for his benefit.
She initially attaches to Nishchal out of convenience, but, influenced by Aaravi and Nishchal, she begins to emotionally unravel.
Valentina struggles with love; she possesses and emotionally dominates others like Leo does, stemming from a fear of being hurt.
Her journey involves learning to accept love without fear and understanding that true strength isn’t about control.
Intelligent, commanding, emotionally repressed, territorial, protective of Leo, mature but cold.
Lakshay Rao/ PA of De Luca siblings
“Leonardo destroys out of fear. Valentina controls out of pain. I just hope love teaches them both how to stop.”
Age: 27
PA to Leonardo and Valentina
Lakshay is the quiet conscience that Leonardo and Valentina need. He understands their dark world but cares for them as people. He subtly reminds them of human limits—morality and compassion—and maintains a professional yet loyal relationship.
Lakshay observes Leonardo’s obsession with Aaravi and hopes she can bring positive change to both siblings.
Loyal, calm, morally grounded, emotionally observant, subtly brave.
ep 1
It was one of those mornings where the sun didn’t just rise — it entered like it belonged. Golden rays filtered softly through sheer curtains, brushing against polished wooden floors and warm walls.
The house — no, the mansion — stood proud and serene, not ostentatious, but designed with quiet sophistication. A blend of modern structure and cultural soul, its every corner whispered the touch of two people who had built it not just with money, but with meaning.
Inside, morning routines had already begun. The faint aroma of incense still lingers in the air — the remnants of aarti from a freshly finished pooja (worship). Downstairs in the kitchen, the comforting crackle of the stove played in the background as breakfast simmered and lunch for the day’s tiffin was carefully packed.
The man in the kitchen — calm, grounded, carrying the weight of two lives with quiet pride — had just finished preparing Pohe, along with freshly brewed tea. With a habitual glance at the wall clock, he wiped his hands on a towel, picked up a steel tiffin box, and moved toward the stairs.
He didn’t knock.
The door to the study room opened gently, revealing a familiar sight — and one he had already predicted.
There she was — Aaravi, hunched over a thick file, glasses on, chewing the end of a pen with concentration written across her face. And yet, the very moment she noticed him at the door, her expression shifted from focus to guilty amusement.
She laughed nervously, already knowing what was coming.
Nishchal Sharma/ FL Brother
How many times have I told you not to skip breakfast? (stern, arms crossed, tone fatherly)
Aaravi Sharma/FL
Hehe… Bhaiyya, I was just coming down. Promise.😅😅 (smiling sheepishly)
Her guilty tone and mischievous glance didn’t move him. His sigh wasn’t just exasperation — it was a habit, laced with warmth.
Nishchal Sharma/ FL Brother
Work will always wait, Aara. Your health won’t. Come on, let’s eat together — then we’ll leave for the company. (softer now, voice full of layered care)
Aaravi Sharma/FL
Bhaiyya, you go ahead and start, I’ll just— (still trying to finish the thought)
But before the sentence could leave her lips, her hand was empty.
Nischal had already walked over, taken the file from her grip, placed it firmly on the table, and — with no room for arguments — took her hand gently but with finality.
She followed.
Not because she was scared.
Because she respected him. Because she trusted him. Because she knew that if she opened her mouth now, she’d get a mini-lecture with love and disappointment baked in.
The breakfast table was set with love, like always. Simple steel utensils, soft cotton napkins, and freshly made Pohe — her favorite. The smell alone made her stomach grumble in betrayal.
Nischal served her first, as he always did, before serving himself.
Aaravi Sharma/FL
Bhaiyya, you really make the best pohe in the world. With this tea? I swear, nothing tastes better. 😌🤌(after the first bite, eyes closing in satisfaction)
She leaned back in exaggerated pleasure, a warm smile brightening her face.
Nishchal Sharma/ FL Brother
Someone didn’t want breakfast fifteen minutes ago. (mocking tone)
Nishchal Sharma/ FL Brother
Sorry, Bhaiyya. I promise I won’t skip next time.(laughs, sheepish again)
Nishchal Sharma/ FL Brother
Hmm. I’ll believe that when it actually happens.😑 (pretending to glare)
He paused then, tone shifting back to business.
Nishchal Sharma/ FL Brother
By the way, the client — the one from Italy — will be arriving this afternoon. Everything ready? Documents? Designs? Presentation?
Aaravi Sharma/FL
Bhaiyya… you’ve asked me this thirteen times since yesterday. Don’t worry. Tara, you, and I have gone over everything. Twice. We’re prepared. (groaning slightly)
Nishchal Sharma/ FL Brother
I know… I just—he’s an important client, Aara. If this deal goes well, it’ll be a turning point for the firm. (nodding, but still anxious)
He hesitated before continuing.
Nishchal Sharma/ FL Brother
And one more thing, Aaru— (gently)
Aaravi Sharma/FL
I know. I won’t be involved. I’ll keep my distance. (cutting in, softly)
There was no bitterness in her tone, only quiet understanding. They’d had this conversation before.
Nishchal Sharma/ FL Brother
I don’t doubt your capability, Aaravi. You’re one of the finest minds we have. But this isn’t about trust. It’s about risk. I looked into them. They’re not like gangsters or something…. But they’re powerful, Aara. Really powerful. No criminal record, but the kind of power they hold in Russia… it’s not corporate or political. It’s invisible. Like they don’t exist on paper, yet they walk through walls in the business world.
Nishchal Sharma/ FL Brother
I don’t want to put you in that orbit. Not unless we absolutely have to. (measured, not controlling — just deeply concerned)
He leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on the table.
Nishchal Sharma/ FL Brother
I’m not trying to restrict you. But I don’t want you involved in this project. Not directly. Not with him.
Aaravi Sharma/FL
I understand. And I trust you, Bhaiyya. I know you’re not saying this because you doubt me. You’re doing it because… you care. (softly)
There was silence — the kind that felt comforting, not awkward.
A shared understanding.
They both got up, rinsed their cups, packed their tiffins — homemade food, as Aaravi insisted every day — and left the mansion, the sun casting golden halos on their backs as they walked side by side.
Two people. One soul, split in two. A brother and sister who had already survived the worst — and were about to face something far darker.
But for now, it was just a normal morning. With pohe, tea, and the promise of something bigger ahead.
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