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FL(1)—AASHI AGRAWAL

Personality—talkative, observant, emotionally sensitive, soft-spoken, self-respecting, ambivert, social. Hates—Being left alone, darkness, hospital, studying. Loves—her cousin kashish, jhumkas, sleeping, wasting time, talking, food, late night walk, sharing gossip, munching snacks, clicking pictures. Weakness—Ice cream, kulfis, chocolate, cakes, since she has a sweet tooth. Strength—acts as if everything is fine, while being hurt in silence, strong headed, stubborn.

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ML(1)—ADIHANT RAJVANSHI

Personality—calm, emotionally reserved, dominant, sharp-minded, observant, blunt, protective by instinct, and quietly authoritative and obsessively possessive. What’s his, he guards fiercely, If someone crosses him, he becomes all-consuming, watching, calculating, and making sure they feel the full weight of his possession, there’s no escaping what’s his. Hates—noise, emotional drama, unnecessary conversations, manipulation, despise anyone who hurts what's his, even if it's his own blood. Loves—silence, discipline, control, sincerity over sweet words, respect, and people who don’t demand explanations and understand things. Weakness—Possession disguised as protection, silence, pride, fear of being replaceable, obsessive. Strength—calm under pressure, emotionally strong, disciplined, focused, sharp decision-making, self-controlled, dependable, and quietly protective of the people he cares about.

AASHI×ADIHANT

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FL(2)—NYSA SRIVASTAVA

Personality—Religious, generous, competent, strong-minded, a believer of divine, calm, stays silent and speaks only when required. Hates—Double face people, hypocrisy, dishonesty, arrogance, and disrespect toward the faith of others. Loves—helping others, spiritual practices, sincerity, quiet moments, and people who act with integrity, reading medical science books and learning things. Weakness—tends to hold back her own needs while caring for others. Strength—inner calm, moral clarity, and unwavering faith in herself and the divine.

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ML(2)—OMKARA MAHESHWARI

Personality—practical, ruthless, sarcastic humour, skeptical, atheist, money-minded, emotionally detached, critical thinker, indifferent to life and death, strongly connected to science and medicine, and prefers to mind his own business while taking reckless risks. Hates—sentimentality, weakness, inefficiency, blind faith, and emotional interference. Loves—Logic, control, wealth, medicine, independence, and challenges that test his intellect, learning new things. Weakness—inability to connect emotionally or trust anyone fully. Strength—sharp reasoning, fearlessness, and uncompromising pragmatism.

NYSA×OMKARA

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FL(3)—JHEEL SHEKHAWAT

Personality—calm normally, elegant, emotionally mature, strong-willed, dignified, observant, sharp-minded, protective of her family, practical, self-respecting. Hates—disrespect, manipulation, dishonesty, unnecessary drama, people who overstep boundaries, people interfering in her personal life or stop herself from being what she is. Loves—loyalty, emotional honesty, quiet strength, meaningful conversations, personal space, freedom. Weakness—carries everything alone, her overprotectiveness toward family and her habit of suppressing her own emotions instead of leaning on others. Basically hate relying on others. Strength—emotional resilience, sharp intellect, unwavering dignity, and the ability to stay calm and composed even in chaos.

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ML(3)—???

Personality—angelically charming to the world, but those who truly know him see the darkness he can wield. Ambitious, confident, calm under pressure, fiercely protective, and obsessively possessive of what he cares for. Extremely observant, never gives up, and occasionally blinded by his own delusions. Hates—anyone even thinking about what’s his, losing control, interference in his affairs, betrayal, and weakness. Loves—loyalty, admiration, power, challenges, and people who understand his complexities. Weakness—his obsessive nature and occasional delusions can cloud judgment. Strength—unwavering determination, sharp observation, and a commanding presence that draws people in.

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—In an isolated island—

The room was large, silent, and painfully sterile—drenched in the sharp scent of antiseptic, metal, injections, and the faint tang of saline. Machines blinked in quiet rhythm, the only proof that life still lingered here.

At the center stood a solitary bed.

Her dark hair was braided loosely, gentle enough not to pull her scalp, resting like spilled ink across her chest. Her clothes were clean, freshly changed, as they always were, because he made sure of it.

Four years hadn’t dulled the innocence in her face. Four years hadn’t aged her—only him.

His voice was a whisper—one she couldn’t hear.

Or maybe… he hoped she could.

She didn’t flinch. She hadn’t flinched in four long years.

Four years since the coma.

Four years since time stopped.

And like her, he had stopped too.

Adihant lived here—on this isolated island where no roads led and no footsteps echoed,conducting his empire from a screen, but breathing only when he sat beside her. Days bled into nights, nights merged into dawns, yet his routine never faltered. Inject. Speak. Watch. Wait. Hope. Break. And begin again.

Hours may have passed, or minutes, they had the same weight now, when the silence shattered.

The door whipped open, not violently, but loud enough in a place where silence was the only language.

Omkara stepped in, calm as ever, unapologetic as always.

The glare that Adihant shot him could have frozen the sea outside.

Adihant didn’t respond—his gaze was already back on her.

Omkara moved to the other side of the bed, checking her vitals, lifting an eyelid to test response, listening to the quiet hum of machines that had become their heartbeat.

Stable — the word that kept him alive. Not improving, not waking… but not leaving him either.

Omkara wasn’t just her doctor. He was the man who saved her.

The man who saved Adihant by saving her.

Omkara feels that like a punch. Every year, every month, every second of this unwavering obsession.

His sunshine. His pulse. His reason to still exist.

Four years, and he had never left.

Because if she was here—breathing—then Adihant Rajvanshi hadn’t lost anything.

Not yet.

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Adihant doesn’t look up.

No response.

Nothing

The syringe in Adihant’s hand stills.

A pause. A long one.

Only two people held weight in Adihant’s shut-off universe — The girl who wouldn’t wake, And the father who taught him how to stand before the world.

They walk out, shutting the door quietly behind them.

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A harsh truth hangs in the air.

The words land like thunder.

For the first time ,Adihant swallows. Once. Hard.

The possibility stabs him, unwanted, uninvited, unthinkable.

What if she never wakes? No.

That thought wasn’t allowed. She will. She has to. His world demands it.

He knows why. Not because Adihant wanted company. But because he wanted certainty that she would remain safe, breathing…alive.

The doctor, the friend, the last thread of trust he had.

The moment the door shuts, the silence returns — heavy, familiar.

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