You Have My Heart
episode 1
fl mother sami
Saira, wake up! You’ll miss the morning drills again.
saira malik fl
Five minutes, Mama. I was just about to take the winning shot 😭🏀
fl mother sami
Dream again?
saira malik fl
Final match. Australia vs. USA. The score was 84–84. Three seconds left.
fl mother sami
Let me guess — you were the hero?
saira malik fl
I was… until you woke me up.
(She sits up, messy hair, eyes burning with quiet determination.)
Saira in the class with her friend
fl bestie aina
Still in the dreams!
saira malik fl
They’re not just dreams, Aina. They feel like… previews of something real.
fl bestie aina
That’s called obsession, my friend.
saira malik fl
Or maybe fate.
saira malik fl
(She throws a shot. The ball swishes through perfectly.)
fl coach mayer
Malik! You’ve got something rare — discipline. Keep it up.
(Saira nods, remembering her father — Rehaan Malik, the once-famous coach disgraced after a championship scandal. She’s been training ever since to redeem his name.)
8:10 PM | Sydney Royal Lounge]
((Across the city, at a private sports bar...)
A tall, broad-shouldered man in his mid-thirties scrolls through highlights on a tablet. Black suit. Faint stubble. Calm confidence.
Rafael Cross, 34 — the son of legendary coach Aiden Cross, once the bitter rival of Rehaan Malik.
ml friend
You’re betting on Australia’s women’s team?
ml rafael cross
I don’t bet. I invest.
ml friend
Even though your father still blames Malik for that final loss?
ml rafael cross
My father holds grudges. I hold curiosity.
(He presses play. A clip shows Saira shooting a long-range three-pointer. Her eyes are fierce, posture perfect.)
ml rafael cross
She’s his daughter.
ml rafael cross
Yes. And she doesn’t even know the full story.
(He leans back, thoughtful, an unreadable smirk crossing his face.)
ml friend
So what’s your plan?
ml rafael cross
To see if she’s her father’s shadow — or his redemption.
episode 2
[9:15 AM | Sydney Sports Complex – National Training Camp Day 1]
fl bestie aina
YOU MADE IT!! 😭🇦🇺
saira malik fl
Still can’t believe it. National camp, Aina. This is Dad’s dream—finally real.
fl bestie aina
Go show them who the next captain’s gonna be 💪
saira malik fl
Captain? First let me survive Coach Myers’ drills 😅
Saira looks around the gleaming facility – new jerseys, polished courts, cameras, nerves everywhere. She ties her shoelace tighter, whispering under her breath.)
saira malik fl
(to herself) You’re not here to prove your past… you’re here to own your future.
[10:02 AM | Café inside the Arena]
(Meanwhile, Rafael Cross steps in – tall, composed, early 30s, sleeves rolled up. He’s here as an investor and silent observer, not to interfere. He orders black coffee and checks messages.)
ml asisstant
Sir, they’ll announce the team lineup soon. You’ll meet Coach Myers after.
ml rafael cross
Good. I want to see who carries the spark this year.
(He moves toward the viewing glass that overlooks the practice court.)
[10:05 AM | Practice Court Level](Saira rushes in, late, holding her water bottle.)
fl coach mayer
Malik! You’re late!
saira malik fl
Sorry, sir! The registration line was .....
fl coach mayer
Run two laps. Then join the drills.
(She nods, starts jogging around the court. As she rounds the corner near the glass wall, something shifts in the air.)
[10:07 AM | At the Viewing Deck]
(Rafael glances up from his phone, hearing footsteps echo. His eyes find her – a player running the court with quiet focus. Her form, her balance, her drive – something familiar, something that hits like déjà vu.)
ml rafael cross
No… it can’t be…(whispers)
(She slows near the glass to tie her shoe. For just one heartbeat, she looks up – their eyes meet.)
[10:07:42 AM | That Moment]
The noise of the gym fades.
Her blue eyes – steady, determined.
His heartbeat – louder than the crowd outside.
He doesn’t even breathe.
Time folds into silence.
(Then – the whistle blows. Saira blinks, startled, and jogs away toward her teammates.)
[10:09 AM | Viewing Deck – After She Leaves]
ml asisstant
Sir? You alright? You look pale.
ml rafael cross
Yeah… I just—thought I saw someone.
ml asisstant
Someone you know?
ml rafael cross
(smiling faintly) Not yet. But… I want to.
(He watches her disappear through the corridor doors, heart still pounding in his chest – a heartbeat that feels dangerously alive for a man who promised never to feel again.)
episode 3
[12:15 PM | Cafeteria – Later That Day]
fl bestie aina
You looked amazing out there! Who was that guy watching from the deck though? Everyone whispered he’s some sponsor.
saira malik fl
Sponsor? I didn’t see anyone.
fl bestie aina
Lucky him then. You’re already trending on the camp’s page 😆
(Saira laughs it off, unaware that the man who watched her is Rafael Cross – the son of the rival her father once hated – and the very person whose heartbeat just betrayed him.)
[10:30 PM | Rafael’s Apartment – Night]
(He sits on the balcony overlooking the city. The reflection of her face flashes again in his mind – the eyes, the drive, the way she ran like she belonged to the court.)
ml rafael cross
(whispering) Malik… Saira Malik. Why does your name already hurt like history?
NEXT DAY AT Sports stadium – warm golden lights flicker across the empty basketball court.]
ml father aiden cross
So, what do you think, Rafael? Australia’s women’s team looks sharper than before, huh?
ml rafael cross
(half-smirking) Yeah... especially that girl... number 12.
ml father aiden cross
Hmm? Who, her? The one with the ponytail and the faded shoes?
ml rafael cross
Yeah. There’s something... different about her. The way she looks at the court... like it’s her entire world.
ml father aiden cross
(Chuckles) You and your instincts. Focus on the match, not the girl.
[Later that day — Rafael in the sponsors’ meeting room]
sports official
Mr. Rafael, we appreciate your interest in sponsoring the Australian women’s basketball team. It would mean a lot before the upcoming qualifiers.
ml rafael cross
(smiling slightly) Let’s just say... I have my reasons.
sports official
By the way, you mentioned player number 12 earlier. Her full name’s Saira Malik... daughter of the late Coach Rahim Malik. You must know him — he used to coach your father’s rival team years ago.
ml rafael cross
(eyes widen, heartbeat slows) ...Saira Malik?
(Rafael leans back in his chair, stunned. The name echoes in his mind — the daughter of the man his father despised. The rivalry now had a face... a beautiful, determined face.)
ml rafael cross
(thinking)Rahim Malik’s daughter... and I’m here sponsoring her team. Destiny’s playing a twisted game.
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