Dil Thoda Ziddi Hai
Character Introduction
✦ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ✦
Reva Sharma (fl)
Reva Sharma is the kind of girl who survives on caffeine, half-sleep, and stubborn determination. Books are her comfort and her battlefield. She studies like the world might collapse if she stops for even a minute.
Reva Sharma (fl)
She is soft in the way people often mistake for weakness, but there’s a quiet sharpness to her. She laughs easily, argues rarely, and carries her responsibilities like they were handed to her at birth. Family matters to her, even when it suffocates her. Especially then.
Reva Sharma (fl)
Reva doesn’t dream loudly. Her dreams are small, private, and carefully folded away, because wanting too much has never felt safe.
Kamyar Malhotra (ml)
Kamyar Malhotra has never waited for permission in his life.
Kamyar Malhotra (ml)
He lives fast, loud, and unapologetically, surrounded by luxury most people only see through screens. Parties, cars, women—everything disposable, everything replaceable. Charm comes naturally to him, and so does arrogance.
Kamyar Malhotra (ml)
He believes the world bends for those who don’t hesitate. Women admire him, men resent him, and he couldn’t care less about either. Respect, to him, is earned by strength, not emotion.
Kamyar Malhotra (ml)
His family looks perfect from the outside. Warm smiles, impeccable manners. Behind closed doors, affection is a currency, not a feeling.
Kamyar Malhotra (ml)
Kamyar knows this world well. He just doesn’t know what happens when something refuses to bend
Chapter 1
Reva woke up to a shouting.
Myra Sharma(Fl sister)
"Reva."
The voice cut through her sleep like a scalpel. She groaned, turning her face away from the light spilling through the curtains, burrowing deeper into the half-conscious comfort of the chair she had fallen asleep in.
Myra Sharma(Fl sister)
“Reva Sharma, if you don’t wake up right now, you’re going to be late for your exam!”
The word exam struck something sharp inside her head.
She was slumped over her study table, cheek pressed against an open notebook filled with cramped handwriting and half-underlined headings. A thin line of drool had soaked into the corner of the page. Her neck ached, stiff from being bent at an unnatural angle for hours, and her mouth felt dry, like she had swallowed dust. Loose sheets of paper lay scattered across the table, mingling with textbooks, pens, and an empty mug that had once held coffee.
Reva sucked in a breath and jerked upright so fast the chair scraped loudly against the floor.
Reva Sharma (fl)
What time is it?” *croaked.*
Myra stood in the doorway, arms crossed, hair tied neatly back, fully awake in a way Reva deeply resented.
Myra Sharma(Fl sister)
Too late for this drama. You've got forty minutes. Maybe less.
Reva Sharma (fl)
Forty minutes.
Reva Sharma (fl)
Oh no no—
She shot to her feet, nearly knocking over a stack of books, and sprinted toward the bathroom, barely hearing Myra’s sigh behind her.
The mirror reflected a disaster. Dark circles under her eyes, hair sticking out in all directions, a faint ink smudge near her cheek she didn’t have time to question. She splashed cold water on her face, wincing at the shock, forcing her brain into motion. Thoughts raced ahead of her hands. Notes unfinished. Topics half-revised. That one question she never quite understood.
She shoved the panic down. Panic wasted time.
Ten minutes later, she was dressed, hair tied into a hurried ponytail, bag slung over one shoulder. She rushed out of her room and down the stairs two at a time, her foot slipping on the last step.
Savitri Sharma (FL mother)
“Reva!”
Her mother’s voice snapped through the house.
Reva grabbed the railing just in time, heart pounding.
Reva Sharma (fl)
I'm fine.
Savitri Sharma stood near the small prayer space in the living room, hands folded, her expression composed but sharp-eyed. Beside her, Aarav sat cross-legged, participating in a havan. The fire flickered softly, its warmth spreading through the room, the scent of incense heavy in the air.
The contrast struck Reva immediately. Her own morning had been chaos, noise, and panic. This corner of the house was still, disciplined, sacred.
Aarav’s eyes were red, his brows pinched together in concentration as he repeated the mantras under his breath. He looked smaller than usual, less annoying, less smug. Nervous.
Reva Sharma (fl)
“What’s the occasion?” *titling her head*
Aarav glanced up, hesitation flickering across his face.
Aarav Sharma (fl brother)
Boards results are coming.
Then she laughed. It slipped out of her before she could stop it, light and instinctive, the kind of laugh she used to deflect tension without even realizing it.
A sharp look from her mother sliced through the air.
Reva shut her mouth immediately, biting back the rest of the laugh. She pressed her lips together and raised her hands in surrender.
Savitri said nothing, but the disappointment sat there, quiet and heavy. Reva felt it settle in her chest anyway.
She adjusted her bag and moved away from the prayer space, careful not to disturb the calm further. At the dining table, her father sat with the newspaper spread open in front of him, glasses perched low on his nose, a cup of tea cooling beside his elbow.
Reva Sharma (fl)
“Good morning, Papa,” *forcing brightness into her voice*
He glanced up at her, eyes lingering for a second longer than usual. Long enough for her to wonder what he saw. Exhaustion. Carelessness. Potential slipping.
Vijay Sharma (fl father)
Good morning
She hesitated, then rushed ahead before she could second-guess herself.
Reva Sharma (fl)
Can you drop me to college? I'll be late otherwise.
He sighed softly, folding the newspaper with practiced ease.
Vijay Sharma (fl father)
As usual
There was no accusation in his tone. No irritation. Just acceptance. And somehow, that hurt more.
Relief washed over her anyway.
Reva Sharma (fl)
“Thank you,” *already moving toward the door, shoes half-worn, heart still racing*
As she stepped outside, the morning air hit her face, cool and grounding. For a moment, she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, steadying herself.
Another exam. Another test. Another chance to prove she was worthy of the name she carried.
Reva straightened her shoulders.
She couldn’t afford to fall behind.
Chapter 2
Not loudly. Not dramatically. Just once, sharp and final.
For a moment, Reva Sharma didn’t move.
Her pen rested between her fingers, the tip hovering just above the paper as if her body hadn’t yet accepted that it was over. Around her, chairs scraped softly against the floor. Someone sighed in relief. Someone else cursed under their breath.
Reva blinked, then slowly looked down at her answer sheet.
She had written everything she could.
Every definition she remembered at three in the morning. Every diagram she had redrawn until her wrist ached. Every answer she had second-guessed and rewritten twice.
A small smile tugged at her lips. It wasn’t pride. It was relief. The kind that loosened the tight knot sitting in her chest for weeks.
She stood up, submitted her paper, and walked out of the examination hall.
The corridor felt different. Lighter. Louder. Filled with voices that sounded almost foreign after hours of silence. Groups formed instantly. Some people laughed too loudly. Some looked shell-shocked. A few already had their heads buried in phones, probably Googling answers they didn’t want to know.
Aria Sehgal (FL bff)
“REVA!”
She turned just in time to see Aria Sehgal waving both arms wildly near the notice board, as if subtlety was a personal enemy. Beside her stood Vivaan Singhania, relaxed, composed, leaning against the wall with that effortless calm that made Reva want to push him just to see if he’d wobble.
Her smile widened, and without thinking, she hurried toward her two best friends.
Reva Sharma (fl)
How was it. *as she reached them with bright eyes*
Aria Sehgal (FL bff)
Ask me again after I survive the result. *letting out a long breath*
Reva Sharma (fl)
“That bad?” *while laughing*
Aria Sehgal (FL bff)
Wrote something, whether it was correct is not my responsibility anymore.
Vivaan Sighania (FL BFF)
It went fine. *smiling while showing his dimples*
Reva Sharma (fl)
“You always say that.” *as she shot him a look*
Vivaan Sighania (FL BFF)
“Because it usually does.” *as he shrugged*
Reva Sharma (fl)
“Some people are God’s favourites.” *groaning*
Vivaan’s smile only grew.
Reva glanced at both of them, suddenly feeling the exhaustion creep into her bones. The adrenaline was fading now, replaced by hunger and that familiar craving she always got after stress.
Reva Sharma (fl)
“Panipuri,” *she announced.*
Aria Sehgal (FL bff)
“What?” *blinking*
Reva Sharma (fl)
Panipuri,” *already walking toward the parking area.* “I deserve it.”
Aria Sehgal (FL bff)
It’s scorching outside,” *protesting falling into step beside her* .“And I’m mentally broken.”
Vivaan Sighania (FL BFF)
“You can’t emotionally blackmail us into—”
Reva stopped, turned, and looked at them.
Wide eyes. Slight pout. Hands clasped.
Aria Sehgal (FL bff)
“I hate how effective that is.” *sighing*
Vivaan Sighania (FL BFF)
“Fine. Let's go.” *laughing*
They climbed into Vivaan’s car, the air inside cool and quiet. Reva leaned back against the seat, finally letting herself relax. The city passed by outside the window, noisy and bright
Conversation drifted easily.
They talked about the exam. About questions they were unsure of. About that one professor who always scared everyone for no reason. Aria dramatized her near-death experience during the last section, complete with hand gestures.
Vivaan chuckled, glancing at her briefly.
Reva was mid-laugh when she noticed it.
The sound was sharp. Metal against metal.
The car lurched violently, jerking them forward before coming to a sudden stop
Silence followed. Thick. Unnatural.
Reva’s heart hammered as she stared ahead, her smile gone, her breath shallow.
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