WHISPERS OF THE BROKEN SKY

Episode 1 – Arrival, Roasts, and Rain

Written by: Ubaidkk

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Seoul – 9:15 PM

The rain didn’t fall softly tonight. It slammed against the streets like the sky had finally lost patience with the city.

Car lights smeared into long blurs, and umbrellas moved like colorful mushrooms under the storm.

From the airport gates, Ubaidkk stepped out, dragging a worn black suitcase. His hoodie was half-zipped, his shoes were wet, but his eyes… they were sharp. Not the eyes of a tourist. Not the eyes of someone here for fun.

He tilted his head back and looked at the city.

“Seoul… you haven’t changed. Just got richer, louder… and maybe a bit uglier.”

His lips twitched into the kind of smirk people hate without knowing why.

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Flashback – Karachi, 1 week ago

“Are you really going?” the old man had asked him over tea.

“Yeah,” Ubaidkk replied. “The rain there feels different. And… someone owes me answers.”

“Or maybe you owe yourself some peace,” the old man said.

Peace wasn’t in his dictionary.

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Present – Seoul Streets

The driver of a black limousine held out an umbrella. “Sir, Ms. Lina sent me to pick you—”

“I’ll walk,” Ubaidkk cut him off.

“But sir, it’s raining heavily—”

“I’m not made of sugar,” he muttered and started walking into the storm.

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Gangnam – The Hotel Lobby

Gold chandeliers. Marble floors. Rich people pretending their laughter was natural.

Ubaidkk stepped in, dripping water, ignoring the way a security guard eyed his clothes.

That’s when she walked in.

A woman in a red silk dress, diamonds like tiny suns around her neck. The kind who thinks the world rotates on her mood.

She stopped in front of him, her perfume sharp.

“Hello. Do you know who I am?” she asked, tilting her chin like gravity had no right to touch her.

“No,” Ubaidkk said flatly.

“You will know me. And when you do, you will be shocked.”

“I’m not looking to be shocked.” He stepped past her. “It’s bad for my heart.”

Her jaw dropped. “Do you always talk like this to strangers?”

He glanced back. “No. Only to rich strangers who think they’re the main character in everyone’s life.”

A man nearby choked on his champagne. The lady’s heels clicked away in rage.

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The Rooftop

Later that night, Ubaidkk stood on the rooftop balcony of his hotel suite.

From here, Seoul looked like a sea of electric stars.

And yet, the sky above looked broken, clouds torn apart by wind.

He whispered, almost to himself:

“The sky is broken… just like her promise.”

The door behind him clicked open.

“Talking to the weather?” a soft voice asked.

He turned.

Lina.

Black coat. Long hair dripping rainwater. Eyes that carried both softness and a weight he couldn’t name.

“You didn’t tell me you’d arrive early,” she said.

“You didn’t tell me Vincenzo’s men were watching me from the airport.”

Her eyes flickered. “You’re still sharp.”

“And you’re still hiding things,” he replied.

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Flashback – Two Years Ago

A street in Busan.

A younger Ubaidkk laughing with Lina under a small umbrella.

“I’ll protect you,” she had said.

“From what?”

“From the sky when it breaks.”

He had laughed back then. He didn’t laugh now.

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Present

Lina walked closer. “Vincenzo doesn’t like… uninvited guests.”

“I’m not a guest,” Ubaidkk said. “I’m a debt collector. And he owes me more than money.”

“You’ll get yourself killed,” she whispered.

“Maybe. But at least I’ll die after returning the favor.”

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Gangnam Streets – Midnight

Ubaidkk walked alone, hoodie up.

A group of drunk rich kids stumbled out of a club, laughing. One of them bumped into him and spilled a drink on his hoodie.

“Watch where you’re going, peasant,” the kid sneered.

Ubaidkk looked at him calmly. “Do you know who I am?”

“No, and I don’t care.”

“Good. Then you won’t see me coming next time.”

The kid’s friends laughed nervously as Ubaidkk walked away.

He wasn’t here to play. He was here to start a storm.

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Ending Scene – Vincenzo’s Office

Somewhere high above the city, Vincenzo poured himself wine, his Italian suit flawless.

“Ubaidkk is in Seoul,” one of his men said.

Vincenzo smiled faintly. “Then the whispers will begin again. The sky… is about to break.”

The camera would fade out here if this were a drama.

But this wasn’t a drama. This was a war.

Whispers of the Broken Sky

Episode 2 – “The Man Who Sees Everything”

Written by Ubaid KK

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The rain had stopped, but Seoul still smelled of the storm.

Wet streets glistened under the grey morning light. Cars hissed past, tires cutting through puddles. People moved fast, umbrellas folded under their arms, like the city itself was in a hurry to forget the night.

Ubaidkk stepped out of his hotel. Hoodie up, hands in pockets, head down.

But his mind was awake — sharper than the air around him.

Last night… Vincenzo.

The name was still echoing in his head. A name he didn’t want to remember, but couldn’t forget.

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The Street Roast

He walked down the alley behind Gangnam’s main street. That’s when trouble appeared — three guys, flashy clothes, expensive sneakers, faces full of fake confidence.

“Hey, you. Stop.” One of them stepped forward. “You dropped something.”

Ubaidkk looked down. Nothing. “Yeah? What?”

“Your dignity.” The guy smirked, his friends laughed.

Ubaidkk sighed. “Bro, if you’re going to insult me, at least be creative. That line’s older than your sneakers… and trust me, those are old.”

One of them got angry, grabbed his shoulder.

In one quick move, Ubaidkk twisted his arm and pushed him against the wall.

“No touching,” he said calmly. “I’m allergic to cheap perfume and bad intentions.”

The other two stepped back.

“Walk away,” Ubaidkk told them. “Before you make me late for something important… like breakfast.”

They disappeared into the street. Ubaidkk didn’t look back.

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The Rooftop Tension

Later that day, he found Lina.

She was standing on a rooftop terrace, looking over the city. The wind played with her hair.

“You’re following me now?” she asked without turning.

“Not really. The city is small,” Ubaidkk replied. “Or maybe you’re just easy to find.”

She finally looked at him.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

“And you shouldn’t be in his world,” he shot back.

Her eyes softened for a moment. “It’s not that simple.”

“It never is,” he said, stepping closer. “But tell me one thing… last time we spoke, you promised you’d protect me. What happened?”

She looked away. “Promises… don’t survive storms.”

Before he could reply, her phone rang. She answered quickly, voice low.

When she hung up, she said, “You need to go. Now.”

“Why?”

“Because he’s already looking for you.”

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Vincenzo’s Move

Across the city, Vincenzo sat in his penthouse.

He was reading a file.

A photo of Ubaidkk was clipped to the first page.

“Interesting,” Vincenzo murmured, flipping his silver coin. “The boy from Karachi walks into my city without fear. Let’s see how far his courage goes.”

He poured himself a drink and made a call. “Find out who he talks to. And who talks to him.”

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The Man in the Cafe

Evening.

Ubaidkk sat in a small corner cafe, drinking black coffee.

Rain had started again — soft, almost gentle this time.

He noticed a man sitting two tables away.

Tall, thin, wearing a long dark coat. A newspaper in front of him, but his eyes… they were watching everything. Every movement. Every sound.

When Ubaidkk got up to leave, the man spoke without looking up:

“You hide your anger well. Almost as well as you hide your Karachi street accent when you speak Korean.”

Ubaidkk stopped. “Do I know you?”

The man folded his newspaper, stood up slowly.

“Not yet. But you will.”

He extended his hand. “Alexander Holmes. I see things… things that others miss. And right now, I see you walking into a storm that’s bigger than you can imagine.”

Ubaidkk didn’t shake his hand. “And why should I care?”

Holmes smiled — a sharp, knowing smile.

“Because the man you’re chasing… is already chasing you.”

The rain hit the windows harder. The city lights blurred.

And in that moment, Ubaidkk knew — this stranger wasn’t just watching.

He was part of the game.

To be continued…

Whispers of the Broken Sky

Episode 3 – “Every Move Is Watched”

Written by Ubaid KK

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Opening Scene – Coffee and Questions

The next morning, the rain had stopped again. The sky was a pale shade of silver, like it was holding its breath.

Ubaidkk sat in the same corner cafe where he had met Alexander Holmes. The table still had a faint ring from his coffee cup the night before.

Holmes walked in without asking. No greeting, no permission. Just sat down across from him.

“You’re here early,” Holmes said.

“And you’re still following me,” Ubaidkk replied.

Holmes stirred his coffee slowly, eyes fixed on Ubaidkk. “I don’t follow. I observe. And right now, I observe a man who doesn’t have a plan… yet still dares to walk into a lion’s den.”

Ubaidkk leaned back. “You talk too much.”

“And you listen too little,” Holmes said. “That’s dangerous.”

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Holmes’s First Insight

Holmes pointed to Ubaidkk’s left hand.

“You don’t wear a watch, but you keep glancing at your wrist. That means you’re waiting for someone, but you don’t trust they’ll show up.”

He then pointed at Ubaidkk’s shoes.

“Mud on the edges, even though you’ve only been in the city two days. That’s from the back alleys near the old port — where Vincenzo’s men operate.”

Ubaidkk narrowed his eyes. “You’ve been spying on me.”

Holmes smiled. “I told you. I observe.”

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Cut to Vincenzo – The Chess Master

Across town, Vincenzo stood in front of a chessboard. The pieces weren’t placed randomly — each one had a small tag with a name.

One knight had “Ubaidkk” written on it. Another had “Holmes.”

Vincenzo moved the knight forward. “Let’s see if he plays… or runs.”

His assistant entered. “Sir, we found Lina. She’s been meeting him.”

Vincenzo didn’t look up. “Of course she has. She still thinks she can fix the past.”

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Lina’s Warning

That evening, Lina found Ubaidkk again — this time in a quiet bookstore.

“You shouldn’t be here,” she whispered.

“You said that last time,” Ubaidkk replied. “Didn’t work.”

She looked around, nervous. “You don’t understand, he—”

“Vincenzo?” Ubaidkk cut in. “I understand enough.”

“No, you don’t,” she said sharply. “This city… it’s his board. Every street, every building, every person — they’re pieces in his game. And you just walked into the middle without knowing the rules.”

Ubaidkk leaned closer. “Then teach me the rules.”

Her eyes softened for a moment. “Sometimes… the only rule is survival.”

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The First Test

Later that night, Holmes took Ubaidkk to an old warehouse near the river.

“Why are we here?” Ubaidkk asked.

“To see if you can handle what’s coming,” Holmes replied.

Inside, three men were waiting. They weren’t street thugs — they were trained.

One of them stepped forward. “Vincenzo sends his regards.”

The fight was fast and brutal. Ubaidkk dodged, countered, landed a punch that sent one man crashing into a metal shelf. Holmes stayed at the side, watching.

When it was over, Holmes finally spoke. “Not bad. But you’re still sloppy.”

“Sloppy?” Ubaidkk asked, breathing hard.

Holmes smirked. “You turned your back on the last guy.”

Before Ubaidkk could react, the “last guy” charged. Holmes stepped forward, one quick strike dropping him to the floor.

“Lesson one,” Holmes said. “Never assume the fight is over until you walk away.”

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The Message from Vincenzo

As they left the warehouse, a black envelope slid under the door.

Ubaidkk picked it up. Inside was a single silver coin.

Holmes looked at it and frowned.

“Interesting. That’s not a threat. That’s an invitation.”

“To what?”

“To meet the man himself,” Holmes replied. “And trust me… he doesn’t invite twice.”

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Final Scene – Vincenzo’s Private Office

The chapter cuts to Vincenzo.

He’s in his private office, pouring wine into two glasses.

He looks at his assistant. “Tell our guest… I’m looking forward to the conversation.”

The camera (in the reader’s mind) pans to the second wine glass…

and in the reflection of the red liquid, we see Ubaidkk’s face — not there yet, but already part of Vincenzo’s plan.

To be continued…