💔 Character Introduction:

💔 Male Lead

🖤 Name: Aryan Renzo Malik

🎂 Age: 25

🇮🇳 Nationality: Indian-American

🎭 Personality: Cold, calculated, emotionally guarded

💼 Background: Sole heir of the Malik mafia empire. Raised abroad. Trained in business and control—but raised in pain after his uncle’s suicide.

🎵 Disguise: Member of an indie boyband, pretends to be a struggling artist

❤️ Likes: Music, loyalty, discipline, silence

💢 Dislikes: Betrayal, weakness, emotional attachments

🧨 Secret Mission: Sent to take revenge by breaking the daughter of the Sharma family

💔 Hidden Truth: Didn’t plan to fall for her… until he did

🔓 Inner Struggle: Fighting between duty and love. His revenge may destroy the only person who healed him.

💔 Female Lead

🖤 Name: Maya Rajiv Sharma

🎂 Age: 22

🇮🇳 Nationality: Indian-American

🎭 Personality: Gentle, idealistic, emotionally deep

📚 Background: Only daughter of a once-influential business family, raised far from violence. Grew up sheltered, surrounded by books, not bloodshed. Carries a rare heart condition she hides behind soft smiles.

📝 Passion: Studying literature; writes lyrics and poetry inspired by love and dreams

❤️ Likes: Rain, old songs, handwritten letters, meaningful silences

💢 Dislikes: Violence, lies, controlling people

🌸 Secret Pain: Suffers from a heart disease she's kept hidden for years

💔 Hidden Truth: Fell for a man who never existed — and gave her heart to someone pretending

🔐 Deepest Desire: To love and be loved sincerely before her time runs out

⚖️ Inner Conflict: Torn between the boy who brought her back to life and the truth that shattered it

🧨 ML's Father – Zayn Malik Sr.

Role: Mafia Don, head of the Malik empire

Age: Mid 50s

Personality: Ruthless, commanding, obsessed with loyalty and honor

Past: Once deeply trusted the Sharma family until his younger brother’s arranged marriage fell apart — leading to betrayal and suicide.

Present: Trained his only son, Aryan, to seek revenge. Cold, strategic, and never forgave.

Quote:

"They took my brother from me. You will take everything from them."

🥀 ML’s Mother – Nafisa Malik

Role: Quiet shadow behind the empire

Age: Late 40s

Personality: Elegant, observant, emotionally distant

Past: Once loving and protective, but hardened over time due to the violence surrounding their world

Present: Loves her son, but is torn between right and wrong. Secretly wishes Aryan would escape this life.

Quote:

"You have his eyes… but I hope you don't carry his anger."

🌼 FL’s Father – Rajiv Sharma

Role: Former best friend of Zayn Malik Sr., now a peaceful, respected businessman

Age: Early 50s

Personality: Calm, principled, values peace and family above all

Past: Once shared a close bond with the Malik family. He agreed to marry off his younger sister to Zayn’s brother, but her runaway decision broke the alliance and led to tragedy.

Present: Has never forgiven himself for what happened. Protects his daughter Maya with quiet devotion, unaware of the storm approaching.

Quote:

“If happiness means letting go of the past, then so be it.”

💖 FL’s Mother – Meera Sharma

Role: Maya’s emotional anchor, nurturing and protective

Age: Late 40s

Personality: Empathetic, spiritual, warm-hearted but strong when needed

Past: Always disapproved of the Malik family's violent ways. Supported her sister-in-law’s decision to choose freedom over fear.

Present: Loves Maya deeply, tries to give her a normal, happy life despite her heart condition.

Quote:

“A heart like hers deserves love, not war.”

🥀FL's AUNRY Name: Rhea Sharma

🎂 Age: 19 (at time of wedding), now in her early 30s

👩‍🦰 Role: The runaway bride, the spark that set two families on fire

🇮🇳 Nationality: Indian-American

🎭 Personality: Free-spirited, strong-willed, idealistic

🕊️ Background: The only daughter in the Sharma family, raised with love but always felt suffocated by expectations.

💍 Conflict: Was engaged to Zayn Malik’s younger brother in an arranged marriage meant to unite two powerful families — but feared a life surrounded by mafia violence and control.

🏃‍♀️ Turning Point: On the day of her wedding, she disappeared without telling anyone — running away to live life on her own terms.

🖤 Impact: Her decision shattered Malik’s younger brother, who later took his own life. This event destroyed the lifelong friendship between the Sharmas and Maliks.

💬 Quote:

“They wanted to bind me in gold and blood. I chose freedom—even if it cost me everything.”

🌒 Where is she now?

That’s a mystery you can slowly reveal in later chapters. Maybe she’s living in hiding, married elsewhere, or secretly watching over Maya.

⚰️ML's UNCLE- Name: Rehaan Malik

🎂 Age at Death: 24

👤 Role: Zayn Malik Sr.’s younger brother; the one who loved Rhea Sharma

🖤 Personality: Kind-hearted, shy, deeply loyal — unlike the rest of the Malik men

🎶 Passion: Loved music and poetry more than guns and power

💍 Hope: Truly wanted to marry Rhea not for alliance, but because he loved her quietly for years

💔 Tragedy: When Rhea ran away on the wedding day, it wasn’t just pride that broke — it was Rehaan’s heart. Feeling abandoned, humiliated, and unworthy, he took his own life.

📜 Note Left Behind:

“I was never meant for violence. I only wanted a quiet life—with her. If love is a war, I surrender.”

As the story progress I'll introduce other characters with images whenever is needed......

Rain-soaked university campus. A quiet street corner near the literature building.

Time: Tuesday, 5:42 PM

(NOTE : ALL IMAGES USED ARE NOT MINE)

(NOTE: Just feel the vibes)

Maya Sharma [FL]

(typing into her Notes app)

“His voice sounded like a promise whispered in pain.”

Ugh. Too dramatic?

(She pauses and glances up. The rain is soft, misting the empty street. There he is again — same bench, same hoodie, same storm in his music.)

Narration – Maya’s Thought

He’s always here on Tuesdays. Same time. Same song.

People pass him like he’s invisible.

But I hear every word.

Like they’re meant for someone who understands heartbreak.

Aryan Renzo Malik [ML]

(soft humming, strumming slowly, voice low)

🎶 "She loved me like a prayer...

But I broke like a lie..." 🎶

(Eyes closed, brows slightly furrowed)

Maya

(whispers)

That line again.

Who hurt you so deeply?

Aryan

(still playing)

You’re back.

That's three Tuesdays in a row.

Maya

(startled)

I wasn’t following you—

Just passing by.

Aryan

(chuckles)

Passing by with an umbrella… standing there for ten minutes.

Maya

I like your music.

The lyrics… they feel like something I’d write.

Aryan

Then maybe you should.

Ever thought of turning your pain into a melody?

Maya

I don’t have pain.

(Pause.)

Maya

Okay. I do. But I hide it better.

Aryan

That’s why you write, don’t you?

People who write have oceans inside them.

Maya

And people who sing...?

Aryan

Are just trying not to drown.

(He finally looks at her. His eyes are dark, unreadable. Maya feels something shift inside her.)

(Ignore there hands)

Narration – Maya’s Thought

He doesn’t look like someone who belongs on this campus bench.

His eyes aren’t poor.

They’re heavy… like they’ve seen things poetry can’t explain.

Maya

What’s your name?

Aryan

A.R.

Maya

Just letters?

Aryan

I don’t give my real name to people who might remember it.

Maya

I'm M.S.

But you can call me Maya.

(smiles slightly)

Aryan

I’ll forget everything… except your eyes.

(He strums a new melody, different from before. Slower. Deeper.)

Aryan

(singing softly)

🎶 “She walked in like a poem unfinished…

And left before the ink dried.” 🎶

Maya

(quietly)

That’s beautiful.

Did you write it?

Aryan

No. You just did.

(They both freeze for a moment. Rain falls. Heartbeats louder than thunder.)

Aryan

You should bring your words next time.

Maya

There’ll be a next time?

Aryan

Same bench. Next Tuesday.

Bring your verses.

I’ll bring the storm.

Narration – Maya’s Thought

I shouldn’t feel drawn to a boy I barely know.

But something in him sings to the quietest part of me.

Maya

(typing one last note)

“I met a stranger made of rain and regret… and he knew every line I’d never written.”

This one…

I think I’ll keep.

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[Scene opens in the campus café – soft lo-fi music playing]

Maya

(glancing at the menu)

Why is coffee always named like it’s auditioning for a poetry slam?

“Mocha Midnight Whisper”? Seriously?

Aryan

(leans in with a teasing smile)

You drink something called a “storm in a cup” and I’m the dramatic one?

Maya

That’s different.

Mine matches my soul 😌

Narration – Maya’s Thought

He showed up.

Same hoodie. Same tired guitar case.

But this time… he asked to sit with me.

Aryan

(stirring black coffee)

So... what do literature students write about?

Or is it all just tragic metaphors and unread emails?

Maya

Depends on the heartbreak and the Wi-Fi.

I mostly write sad girls and slow deaths.

(pause)

And some love poems I never send.

Aryan

Hmm.

I sing songs I never admit are about real people.

Maya

(sips coffee, curious)

What’s your real name, A.R.?

Aryan

What’s yours, M.S.?

Maya

Maya Sharma.

And you?

(He hesitates. Just for a second.)

Aryan

Arjun Roy.

(Lie #1.)

Maya

Arjun… That suits you.

You don’t look like an Aryan anyway.

(He smirks but looks away. The name stings.)

Narration – Aryan’s Thought

She says my real name doesn’t suit me.

Maybe that’s a good thing.

Aryan Malik is here to ruin her.

Arjun Roy… is the man who keeps showing up to hear her speak.

Maya

(playfully)

So what brings a mysterious singer to my campus steps every Tuesday?

Aryan

My band’s rehearsals are nearby.

Sometimes I just… need quiet noise.

Maya

Quiet noise?

Aryan

You.

You watching me like you're writing my obituary in rhymes.

But never judging.

(Pause. She blushes, looks away. He doesn’t stop watching her.)

Maya

So what's your genre?

Aryan

Regret.

(smiles softly)

With some acoustic guilt on the side.

Maya

(laughs)

I like that.

We should write something together, for real.

Aryan

Okay. But just one rule:

Maya

What?

Aryan

No love songs.

(Silence. She sets her cup down.)

Maya

Why not?

Aryan

Because those always end in lies.

Narration – Maya’s Thought

He says that so calmly.

Like he’s lived through every ending twice.

Maya

Then let’s write about almost-love.

That’s safer.

Right?

Aryan

(softly)

No.

That’s the most dangerous kind.

Maya

(teasing)

You’re really dramatic for a coffee guy.

Aryan

I said I’m a singer, not emotionally healthy.

(Their drinks are almost empty. Rain starts again outside.)

Aryan

(pulls a notebook from his guitar case)

I have a half-written verse. Want to see?

Maya

Only if you let me ruin it with better words.

Aryan

(hands it to her)

Be my guest.

(On the page:)

🎶 “She walked into my silence / like thunder that forgot to break…” 🎶

Maya

(writing under it)

🎶 “...and left before the lightning reached my name.” 🎶

(Their eyes meet.)

Narration – Aryan’s Thought

She doesn't know she's writing the song of her own heartbreak.

And I don’t know…

If I’ll survive hearing her sing it one day.