Star The Unfathomable Vampire
Introduction
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Before starting the story let me introduce you to the characters of this story.....
Maliha Zara (FL)
Character Introduction:
Full Name: Sayyed Maliha Zara
Age: 19
Occupation: Medical student and part-time author of poetry and dark fairy tales
Current Situation: Recently engaged in an arranged alliance by her powerful father, Wajdan Sayyed, to strengthen business ties. On the surface, she has everything—wealth, talent, freedom—but inside, she feels like a bird in a golden cage.
Core Conflict: She wants time to breathe. Time to escape. The wedding looms like a noose, and she’s desperate to run—not because she’s a coward, but because she can’t stand being claimed.
Personality: Quiet and composed, yet fiercely independent. Dreamy, intelligent, brave, and constantly lost between reality and imagination.
Fears & Secrets: She doesn’t trust men and is afraid of marriage. She’s not just running from a wedding—she’s running from herself. Her nightmares aren’t new. They feel ancient.
Inner Metaphor: She often compares herself to the knight in chess—free, but trapped in a predictable 9-block prison.
For those who don't know knight moves like L and in this picture he can't move.... So Maliha Takes herself like this.
Omer Dameer (ML)
Full Name: Omer Dameer
Age: Appears 25 — but in truth, he is 419 years old.
Occupation: The world knows him as the most powerful businessman—his empire eclipses that of Wajdan Sayyed. But beneath the luxury suits and cold commands... he's a Vampire, hiding centuries of hunger, loss, and blood.
Power & Curse:
“Cursed to be an immortal vampire until killed by his love or sacrificed.”
Role: He’s chosen not for wealth, but for control.
Personality: Cold. Brave. Smart. Loyal. Omer speaks only when needed, but when he does, it’s final. Has anger issues.
Conflict: Haunted by memories of his past life, where he once loved and lost a girl who looked just like Maliha. He believes history is repeating itself—and this time, he won’t lose again.
Visual Signature: Piercing Green eyes that look like dense forest, and brown hair. When he enters a room, everything else fades.
Sidra Dameer (Friend-FL; Cousin-ML)
Sidra Dameer (Friend-FL; Cousin-ML)
Full Name: Sidra Dameer (known publicly as Omer’s cousin but is actually a servant)
Age: 22
Species: Human — but born into a secret bloodline of servitude, bound by oath to serve the vampire heir of Dameer.
True Role:
"She can’t tell anyone she was born only to serve him."
She acts like his cousin in public, but privately, she’s his most trusted helper, protector, and informant.
Personality: Soft. Funny. Kind. Brave. Fiercely loyal.
Even when trapped, she smiles through the storm — sometimes hiding pain behind it.
Bond with Omer: Deep loyalty, not by choice — but she still cares. She knows his dark past better than anyone and secretly hopes he finds peace.
Connection to Maliha:
“Friends till the end.”
They meet under strange circumstances, but Sid becomes Maliha’s only female ally in a mansion full of shadows. She’s like the sun peeking through the cursed windows.
Visual Cue: Ocean-blue eyes that catch light like crystal, and a soft, warm smile that disarms even the coldest hearts.
Daud Dameer (Dad of Sidra)
Daud Dameer (Dad of Sidra)
Daud Dameer
Age: 55
Species: Human
Bloodline Role:
“Born to serve. Die in silence. Feel nothing.”
Like his daughter Sidra, Daud was born into the bloodline bound to the Dameer heir. But unlike her, he embraced the chains.
Personality:
Cold. Controlled. Explosive.
He doesn’t believe in softness, not even for his own child. He raised Sidra with military discipline, drilling one law into her.
“He is your master. Not your family.”
Bond with Omer:
Daud treats Omer like a deity in flesh, never questioning his orders, even if they lead to death. Their relationship is built on dark rituals, loyalty, and silence.
Anger Issues:
Daud is a walking storm, a man who doesn't scream — he burns from the inside until someone gets hurt. His temper shaped Sidra's fears and Omer's control.
Iqra Dameer (Mom of Sidra)
Iqra Dameer (Mom of Sidra)
Iqra Dameer
Age: 50
Species: Human
Role: Silent Guardian of the Dameer House
Bond: Mother of Sidra, Loyal to Omer, Protective toward Maliha
Personality:
Soft-spoken. Kind. Deeply loyal.
Iqra has spent her life in quiet servitude, never complaining, never resisting. But beneath her calm smile is a woman who’s seen centuries of sorrow unfold behind the mansion walls.
“There are things I’ve stitched shut with my silence. Don’t ask me to unravel them.”
Relationship with Sidra:
Though she raised Sidra with love, she never once told her to fight her fate — because Iqra herself never did.
With Maliha:
Secretly adores Maliha like her own daughter, often leaving warm drinks or folded scarves on her table when no one’s looking.
Appearance:
Always dressed in soft pastels, a gentle smile constantly resting on her lips. Her presence feels like a warm blanket in a house made of ice.
Butler Mr. Max
Mr. Max– The Silent Butler of Dameer Mansion
Age: Appears 56 — but is 300+
Species: Ghost (Once human, now bound in spirit)
Role: Butler, Guardian, Watcher
Connection:
Saved by Omer 300 years ago during a cursed war. Swore loyalty in return. Keeps his silence... because the truth he holds can destroy Omer. “Some ghosts linger for vengeance. I stay... for the boy who once spared me.”
Personality:
Silent. Observant. Loyal. Knows too much but speaks none of it.
He doesn’t trust Maliha — not out of hate, but fear.
She’s the only one who can kill Omer... and she doesn’t even know it.
Appearance:
Grey suit, always clean. Wears gloves. Never seen eating, never seen sleeping.
He doesn’t cast a shadow.
Wajdan Sayyed (Baba of FL)
Wajdan Sayyed (Baba of FL)
Wajdan Sayyed– The Powerful Yet Powerless Father
Age: 48
Role: Father of Maliha Zara
Profession: One of the top businessmen in the Asia — but not the top.
Personality:
Wise, warm-hearted, but firm.
Loves Maliha fiercely, but doesn't always understand her pain.
He trusts Omer — blindly.
To him, this engagement isn’t a trap… it’s a promise.
“I don’t want to control your life, Maliha. I just want to protect it.”
Conflict:
He’s caught between business, legacy, and a daughter who keeps running from herself.
Belief:
“Everything I built, I built for her. But maybe she dreams of things I cannot buy.”
Ayesha Sayyed (Mama of FL)
Ayesha Sayyed (Mama of FL)
Ayesha Sayyed
Age: 45
Role: Maliha's Mother
Personality: Strict but soft.
Modern in thought, but traditional at heart.
She loves Maliha deeply, but clashes with her wild spirit.
To her, Maliha is stubborn—a flame that refuses to be tamed.
Conflict:
She has seen the world chew up women who don’t obey its rules.
That’s why she’s terrified to watch Maliha rebel — and quietly fears seeing her shatter.
Desire:
She wants Maliha to have love, safety, a good husband…
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The Invitation
[3 days after engagement of Maliha Zara. She practice parda (modesty) So she had not seen her fiance even he also didn't saw her]
Even though No men other than her father has ever seen her. Not even her male cousins.
Location: Maliha’s bedroom | Time: 12:46 a.m.
When they are thinking *mark I'm going to use*....
when narrating #mark I'm going to use #...
Maliha Zara (FL)
*Three days since the engagement.
Three days since my fever began.
I can’t breathe in this house.
They are celebrating like I agreed. Like I’m not burning inside.
They don’t see me. Just the name, the daughter, the “Sayyed girl.”*
Maliha Zara (FL)
📱 Maliha → Sidra
Assalamualaikum! Hey... awake?
I think I’m going to disappear. Just for a while. Before they bury me alive with gold and silk.
Sidra Dameer (Friend-FL; Cousin-ML)
📱
Disappear?
Sounds like a gothic novel.
Perfect. Come to my place. Seriously. Estate in the woods. Miles from the world. You’ll love it. Creepy enough to cure writer’s block.
Maliha Zara (FL)
📱
That actually sounds... perfect.
Then...When?
Sidra Dameer (Friend-FL; Cousin-ML)
📱
Now. I’ll send a carriage. Midnight. Classic. Just say yes.
Maliha Zara (FL)
📱
You’re insane. I’m in.
Maliha Zara (FL)
*That night, my fever reached its peak.
The ceiling spun.
My diary was soaked with ink and sweat.
My engagement ring burned my skin like it knew I didn’t want it.
Mama kept knocking. Baba said I needed “fresh air.”
I needed to escape.*
Next Day | Location: Dining Room
Ayesha Sayyed (Mama of FL)
“Maliha, beta... please. You’re not well. Can’t you rest at home?”
“This girl of yours, Sidra... she’s from the internet, no?”
Maliha Zara (FL)
She’s a writer, Mama. Like me. She understands.
She’s the only one who didn’t clap when they announced my wedding.
Wajdan Sayyed (Baba of FL)
Let her go, Ayesha. It’s just a break.
She’ll be back before the month ends. Right, beti?
Maliha Zara (FL)
Insha’Allah, Baba.
Maliha Zara (FL)
*They didn’t ask where this mansion was.
They just assumed I’d be safe.
After all, I was Wajdan Sayyed’s daughter.
No one touches burning gold.*
That Night | Location: Train Station at 12 am
Maliha Zara (FL)
Wearing This with veil too.
Maliha Zara (FL)
📱 (Texting Sidra)
Where’s your driver? The place is dead.
Sidra Dameer (Friend-FL; Cousin-ML)
📱
He’s there. Look left. The black carriage. Told you—gothic.
Don’t faint. Just sit. He doesn’t talk much.
Maliha Zara (FL)
#The fog rolled thick like a dream.
The station was abandoned.
No lights. No announcements. Just silence.
And then—two black horses.
Eyes glowing. Breathing smoke.
A tall man in a trench coat and gloves opened the door for me.
I didn’t see his face.
Only his pale hand.
I was shivering. Maybe from the fever.
Or maybe something else rode with me.#
Carriage Ride | 12:15 a.m.
Maliha Zara (FL)
#The wheels creaked over gravel and ice.
Fog swirled in ghostly patterns.
A merry-go-round turned in the forest.
A swing swung in the windless night.
Whispers curled inside the carriage walls.#
*Was I hallucinating?
The trees...
They were watching me.*
Arrival at the Estate | 1:19 a.m.
Maliha Zara (FL)
#We stopped.
Iron gates taller than any palace stood before me.
Beyond them, a mansion of black stone, wrapped in blood-red roses.
Windows stared like blind eyes.
The door creaked open... on its own.
Is this real?
Or is this my novel writing itself?#
Inside the Mansion | Entrance Hall
Maliha Zara (FL)
Sid?
I’m here—hey?
Maliha Zara (FL)
#I ran into the grand hall—ready to hug her.
But the figure I saw wasn’t Sid.
It was a man. Floating. Mid-air.
Eyes closed. Pale. Untouchable.
And then...
He dropped to the ground.
Breathed in.
Opening my eyes.#
What—?!
Maliha Zara (FL)
Then he was gone.
Vanished into the shadows like fog.
Dining Room | Few Minutes Later
Maliha Zara (FL)
#Mr. Max, the butler, wordlessly led me into a dining hall.
Candles flickered.
A black cat sat on the table.
At the head of the table: Sidra, her mother Iqra, and her father Daud.
Silent.
Expressionless.
And in the center of the table:
A gun.#
Maliha Zara (FL)
(Whispers)
What kind of dinner party is this…
Assalamualaikum! How are you Sid?
(Going to hug her)
Sidra Dameer (Friend-FL; Cousin-ML)
(Finally saw her)
Wa'alaikum Assalam! All good Alhamdulillah, and you?
(hugged her)
Sidra Dameer (Friend-FL; Cousin-ML)
Maliha, Meet my Mom and Dad....
(Gestures towards them)
Iqra Dameer (Mom of Sidra)
Hey! I'm her Mom Iqra and her dad Mr. Daud Dameer.
Daud Dameer (Dad of Sidra)
How are you beta?
(Smiling)
Maliha Zara (FL)
All good Uncle, Aunty, nice to meet you.
Sidra Dameer (Friend-FL; Cousin-ML)
You must be tired, Your room is ready on first floor, go there I'll bring the meal.
Maliha Zara (FL)
#I walked the silent halls.
Portraits stared at me like judges.
Every candle I passed flickered out.
I removed my veil, finally.
It felt heavy.#
Maliha Zara (FL)
(THUMP)
#I turned a corner—and collided with a tall figure.#
Maliha Zara (FL)
Ah—!
Watch there—
#He caught my wrist before I fell. Same pale skin. Same haunted eyes.#
Omer Dameer (ML)
You…?! (Softly) (Shocked)
Maliha Zara (FL)
(Glaring)
Let go.
Maliha Zara (FL)
#His gaze moved to my face.
As if he’d waited centuries to see it. I yanked my wrist away. Hiding my face, Ran.#
Maliha Zara (FL)
#The room was grand. Cold.
Ceiling high as a chapel.
Mirror covered with cloth.
Veil back off, I sat at the window.
The moon was red.#
Maliha Zara (FL)
*Who was he?
Why did it feel like...I know him,
Like he’d known me before?*
Maliha Zara (FL)
#I didn’t know what time I fell asleep.
But literally, just before my eyes closed— I saw the mirror move.#
Maliha Zara (FL)
📱-> Sidra
Your house is weird. Your cousin is weirder.
Sidra Dameer (Friend-FL; Cousin-ML)
📱
What cousin?
I don't ha-
You met Omer Dameer. (Shocked)
Oh, yes my only cousin!
Thanks Guys....
♥ you....
The Marriage
In Maliha's room. 2.30 a.m.
Maliha Zara (FL)
You didn’t tell me you had a cousin coming over.
Sidra Dameer (Friend-FL; Cousin-ML)
Yes, he’s Omer.
Maliha Zara (FL)
Omer… Dameer?
*The name sounds like a thunderstorm.
Rich, cold, unreachable. Why does it feel like I’ve heard it before?*
Sidra Dameer (Friend-FL; Cousin-ML)
Yeah, that Omer.
The one who owns half the city.
My… cousin. Sort of. 😅
Maliha Zara (FL)
You said “sort of.” What does that mean?
Sidra Dameer (Friend-FL; Cousin-ML)
Nothing. Just… family is complicated sometimes.
Maliha Zara (FL)
Right. Everything is complicated lately.
Including my engagement.
Sidra Dameer (Friend-FL; Cousin-ML)
I still can’t believe your dad agreed to it.
I mean—have you even talked to the guy?
Maliha Zara (FL)
No. And I don’t want to. Baba said he is more rich and famous than him.
Sidra Dameer (Friend-FL; Cousin-ML)
Then why don’t you say something?
Maliha Zara (FL)
Because it won’t matter.
Everyone plays around me. No one plays for me.
Sidra Dameer (Friend-FL; Cousin-ML)
But you’re strong, Maliha.
Maliha Zara (FL)
Strong doesn’t mean free.
You know what’s funny?
Sidra Dameer (Friend-FL; Cousin-ML)
What?
Maliha Zara (FL)
Everyone says I have everything.
But no one sees the cage.
I sleep on silk and dream of dirt roads.
Sidra Dameer (Friend-FL; Cousin-ML)
(Giggles) Yeah, that is actually funny.
Outside near the garden fountain
Maliha Zara (FL)
Sid, this place looks… unreal.
Sidra Dameer (Friend-FL; Cousin-ML)
Told you. Gothic rich and way too dramatic.
Omer comes out from the green house.
Sidra Dameer (Friend-FL; Cousin-ML)
So, Maliha... this is my cousin. Omer Dameer.
He just came back from Germany.
Maliha Zara (FL)
(Nods slightly, hiding her face by hijab, doesn’t look at him directly)
Nice to meet you.
Omer Dameer (ML)
(Eyes linger on her, voice calm.)
Likewise.
Maliha Zara (FL)
(Turns to Sidra)
I’ll go check on aunty. I think she needed help in the kitchen.
Sidra Dameer (Friend-FL; Cousin-ML)
She’s fine. Sit, yaar. You’ve barely talked to anyone.
Maliha Zara (FL)
That’s intentional.
Sidra Dameer (Friend-FL; Cousin-ML)
😐 What?
Maliha Zara (FL)
Nothing. I just need a minute.
Omer Dameer (ML)
(Quietly)
I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.
Maliha Zara (FL)
You didn’t.
(pauses, then looks directly at him once, her tone stern)
I just don’t prefer talk with men.(Whispers)
Sidra Dameer (Friend-FL; Cousin-ML)
Oh-kayyy...
(trying to break tension)
He’s harmless, promise.
Maliha Zara (FL)
Nobody is harmless. Everybody is selfish.
(She walks away, leaving silence behind.)
Interior – Kitchen doorway
Maliha Zara (FL)
(leans against the wall, her fingers gripping her sleeves.
Her eyes close for a moment.)
Maliha Zara (FL)
*That voice.
Why did it sound familiar?
Why did it make my chest feel like it forgot how to breathe?*
(shakes her head.)
*Don’t be stupid, Maliha. Don’t fall for strange things. Don’t trust men. Don’t talk. Don’t open that door again.*
Midnight 4 a. m. | Dream Sequence
It began with wind.
Cold, screaming wind tearing through a forest of broken trees. The sky was ash, and the ground was cracked like dried blood. Maliha stood barefoot, alone, her breath forming clouds in the darkness.
She couldn’t move. Her legs wouldn’t listen.
In the distance—
Footsteps.
Slow. Heavy. Familiar.
She turned her head slightly, and a figure emerged from the fog.
A man in black. Cloaked, tall. His face was hidden beneath a long hood, but his eyes glowed faintly—like silver fire in the dark.
Her heart slammed against her ribs.
She stepped back.
But the man didn’t move any closer. He stood still. Watching.
"Why are you following me?" she asked, though her voice didn’t sound like her own.
The wind swallowed her words.
He didn’t reply.
Instead, he lifted one arm slowly, palm open, as if offering her something invisible. In his other hand… was a blade.
A beautiful dagger—ancient, golden, with a blue gem in its hilt.
Maliha’s eyes widened.
Blood was dripping from it.
Her own hands trembled. And then—
She looked down.
Her dress…
Soaked in blood.
Not hers.
She gasped. Staggered.
"What did you make me do?" she whispered.
The man in black took a slow step forward.
He opened his mouth to speak—
But no sound came.
Instead, a voice echoed all around her. Familiar. Ancient.
"You promised you’d remember."
She clutched her ears.
"Stop. Stop—"
The forest began to burn.
Flames swallowed trees. Screams pierced the wind—hundreds of voices, calling her name.
"Maliha."
Her name sounded… wrong. Like someone else was speaking it from her past.
And the man—he was no longer a shadow.
He had a face now.
It was Omer.
But younger. Sharper. His eyes darker.
A scar on his cheek.
And he was kneeling before her.
Not like a servant.
"Save me," he said.
And vanished into fire.
This dream always chased Maliha
She never saw the face of that man
But today It was Omer....Omer Dameer.......
Maliha woke up with a scream caught in her throat.
Chest heaving. Face drenched in sweat.
The world was silent except for the pounding in her skull.
Maliha Zara (FL)
( sat up, pressing her hands against her face.)
It was just a dream.
But her pillow smelled like burnt leaves.
And her fingers… were stained with crimson dust.
Maliha Zara (FL)
(Get up to offer her prayer tahajjud and Fajr...
Then sleeps again.... )
Sidra Dameer (Friend-FL; Cousin-ML)
Wake up. Today’s a special day for you.
Maliha Zara (FL)
What do you mean special?
I have an exam next week. That’s the only thing on my calendar.
Sidra Dameer (Friend-FL; Cousin-ML)
You’ll see. Just… wear the dress I kept on the table. It’ll fit.
Don’t ask questions today. Just follow what I say, Zara. Please.
Maliha Zara (FL)
Sid... you’re being weird.
Is this your way of surprising me with cake?
Maliha Zara (FL)
Okay okay, I’ll get ready.
Maliha Zara (FL)
This dress is way too expensive to be “just a special day,” Sid.
Tell me what’s going on.
Sidra Dameer (Friend-FL; Cousin-ML)
You look beautiful.
Just... walk down the stairs.
Everyone’s waiting.
Maliha Zara (FL)
Waiting?? Who—
Wait—what’s going on?
Steps echo down the marble stairs.
The moment Maliha reaches halfway—
Maliha Zara (FL)
What —?!
Why are there guns pointed at me?!
Sidra—what is this?! Even the maids—!?
Omer enters through the front doors in a black suit, red tie, silent, eyes cold, every step heavy with authority and dominance
Omer Dameer (ML)
You were told this day would come, Sayyed Maliha Zara.
You just chose to dream instead of listening.
Maliha Zara (FL)
No.
No no no no.
This is a joke.
It has to be.
Tell me this isn’t happening.
This is prank right?!
Omer Dameer (ML)
Call it what you want.
But you’re already mine.
And you will walk down those steps.
Now.
A heavy breath behind her. A hand on her waist.
A cold metal barrel presses against her side.
Omer Dameer (ML)
You’re still… breathtaking.
Maliha Zara (FL)
(gets goosebumps)
Get your hand off me.
Omer Dameer (ML)
(smirks)
Say that after you sign the nikah papers.
Maliha Zara (FL)
I won’t do this.
You can’t make me.
Omer Dameer (ML)
Try running.
See what happens.
Maliha Zara (FL)
Let go of me!
Don’t you dare touch me!
(She pushes him, tries to run back up—)
Daud Dameer (Dad of Sidra)
One more step—
(BANG.)
A servant collapses. Blood pools at the base of the grand staircase.
Maliha Zara (FL)
No…
No no no! You killed him—he was just a boy!
Maliha stands frozen. Trembling. Breath shallow.
Sidra Dameer (Friend-FL; Cousin-ML)
(whispers)
Please, just listen. I tried to stop them.
Maliha Zara (FL)
You... you let them do this?
Omer Dameer (ML)
Walk.
Say yes to me in front of God.
Or more people die.
She walks, tears blinding her. The imam waits. Nikah papers lie open. A trembling pen in her hand. Omer’s hand firm on her back. Her voice barely comes out—
Maliha Zara (FL)
Q....Qub..... Qubool hai!
Omer Dameer (ML)
Qubool hai...Qubool hai.... Qubool hai.
And like that—it’s done. Signed. Stamped. Sealed.
Maliha tries to leave, heart pounding. She grabs her phone. No signal. She runs to the door.
BOOM.
All doors slam shut. Thick iron locks crash into place across the palace.
No signal.📵
Her phone screen turns blank. Emergency call fails.
Maliha Zara (FL)
Open this!
Open this right now!!
Maliha Zara (FL)
(screaming)
Is this a prison or a palace?!
Omer appears behind her, silent again. He doesn’t speak. He just… gestures to a room. Hers now. His, too.
Omer Dameer (ML)
Inside. Now.
Maliha Zara (FL)
No, no, no, .....
No—don’t you dare—!
He doesn’t force her. But behind them, Daud cocks a gun. Her heart sanks in surrender. She walks into the room.
The door slams shut behind her. Locked.
Maliha Zara (FL)
(Knocking the door)
Let me out…
Let me out… please…
She’s sobbing now, slumped to the floor in her red bridal dress, makeup ruined, hair falling apart, hands shaking. Her voice breaks—
Maliha Zara (FL)
This isn’t happening.
This can’t be happening…
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