Midnight Between Us
ep 1
11:47 PM — Rainy Night in Mumbai
laya (fl)
Excuse me… is this seat taken?
srikar (ml)
Depends.
Are you loud?
laya (fl)
What kind of question is that?
srikar (ml)
An important one.
Laya sighs softly and sits across from him inside the tiny café near the window.
Rain taps against the glass.
The café smells like coffee and books
And unfortunately… the stranger in black sitting across from her is unfairly attractive.
Barista
One hazelnut coffee for Srikar!
He stands up to collect it at the same time Laya reaches for her hot chocolate.
Their phones sitting beside each other get picked up accidentally.
Neither notices.
Laya reaches home, tired and sleepy.
She unlocks her phone and freezes
A wallpaper of a black motorcycle appears
Not hers.
Her phone suddenly rings.
srikar (ml)
You stole my phone
srikar (ml)
Cute accusation from the criminal
laya (fl)
I am NOT a criminal 😭
srikar (ml)
Then why do you have my entire life in your hands right now?
Laya bites her lip trying not to smile.
His voice is deep. Calm. Dangerous.
laya (fl)
Fine.
How do we fix this?
srikar (ml)
I’m outside your apartment
srikar (ml)
Your bookstore ID fell out at the café.
Laya quickly runs downstairs wearing oversized pajamas and messy hair.
A Black car waits near the gate.
Rain falls softly around him
Srikar Reddy leans against the car wearing a black shirt with rolled sleeves, watching her carefully.
Laya forgets how to breathe
srikar (ml)
So you’re the thief.
laya (fl)
And you’re dramatic.
A smirk appears on his face.
srikar (ml)
You look cuter nervous.
laya (fl)
You flirt with strangers often?
srikar (ml)
Only pretty ones.
Laya nearly drops the phone.
laya (fl)
Here. Take your phone.
srikar (ml)
Check yours first
srikar (ml)
I added my number
She unlocks her phone
NEW CONTACT SAVED:
🚩 Red Flag
srikar (ml)
Text me when you miss me.
laya (fl)
I Met you 10 minutes ago.
srikar (ml)
And yet… you’re smiling already.
She hates that he’s right.
srikar (ml)
Srikar Reddy
Age: 28
Profession: Celebrity fashion photographer
Personality: Cold, confident, teasing, possessive, emotionally intense
Appearance: Tall, sharp jawline, messy dark hair, tattoos on one arm, usually dressed in black shirts and expensive watches
Habits: Late-night drives, voice notes instead of texting, secretly saves photos of Laya
Weakness: Laya crying or ignoring him
laya (fl)
Laya Sharma
Age: 23
Profession: Literature student & part-time bookstore worker
Personality: Sweet, shy, emotional, poetic, secretly playful when comfortable
Appearance: Soft eyes, long dark hair, oversized hoodies, minimal makeup, always smells like vanilla and coffee
Habits: Writes poems at night, rereads Srikar’s texts, hides smiles behind her phone
Weakness: Srikar’s voice and attention
ep 2
Laya stares at her ceiling with her phone clutched against her chest.
She opens his contact again.
laya (fl)
Your contact name is embarrassing.
srikar (ml)
U still saved it though.
Why is she smiling at a stranger?
laya (fl)
Can you read minds?
srikar (ml)
But people who can sleep peacefully don’t text me after midnight.
laya (fl)
Maybe I regretted meeting you.
srikar (ml)
Then why are you still replying?
She has no answer for that.
srikar (ml)
What are you doing right now?
laya (fl)
Trying to ignore you.
srikar (ml)
And failing beautifully.
Laya throws her pillow at the wall dramatically.
laya (fl)
You flirt too much.
srikar (ml)
You blush too easily.
srikar (ml)
You were pink the entire time downstairs.
laya (fl)
STOP LOOKING AT ME SO MUCH.
Laya hesitates before pressing play
His sleepy laugh fills her room.
Voice Note — Srikar
“Your reactions are addictive, Laya.”
Her heart betrays her instantly.
srikar (ml)
Cute.
Say it again.
srikar (ml)
Shy girls are my weakness.
Laya hides her burning face inside her blanket
srikar (ml)
Open your window.
Confused, she walks to the window slowly.
His black car is parked outside again
laya (fl)
Why are you HERE?!
srikar (ml)
Couldn’t sleep.
laya (fl)
So your solution was stalking me?!
srikar (ml)
I brought hot chocolate
laya (fl)
…you brought my favorite?
srikar (ml)
I notice things.
Laya sneaks downstairs in an oversized hoodie
Srikar hands her a warm cup carefully.
Their fingers brush slightly.
But somehow it feels intimate enough to ruin her heartbeat.
srikar (ml)
There’s the blush again.
laya (fl)
Maybe it’s cold outside.
ep 3
Both laya and srikar were busy the whole day
But never miss the chance to think about eachother
The entire apartment is silent.
But Laya Sharma is awake under her blanket… smiling at her phone like an idiot.
Because she has known Srikar Reddy for less than twenty-four hours.
laya (fl)
I was trying to sleep
laya (fl)
You think everything is cute
Laya presses her phone dramatically against her face.
Why does one text affect her THIS much?
laya (fl)
Do you flirt with every girl like this?
srikar (ml)
Jealous already?
srikar (ml)
That looked defensive.
A call suddenly appears on her screen.
Her heartbeat immediately speeds up
srikar (ml)
There’s the shy voice again.
laya (fl)
There’s the annoying voice again
A soft laugh comes from his side.
Low. Sleepy. Dangerous.
srikar (ml)
What are you doing right now?
laya (fl)
What color WHAT?!
srikar (ml)
Your blanket, drama queen.
laya (fl)
Stop saying cute.
srikar (ml)
Can’t.
You sound adorable half asleep
Her stomach flips embarrassingly.
srikar (ml)
Tell me something honest.
srikar (ml)
Did you think about me today?
srikar (ml)
How much is maybe?
laya (fl)
Enough to hate myself a little.
He laughs again
And somehow it sounds softer this time.
srikar (ml)
Good
Because I couldn’t focus all day either.
srikar (ml)
I kept remembering your face downstairs.
srikar (ml)
And the way you looked at me like I was dangerous.
srikar (ml)
Say my name once.
She closes her eyes slowly
Then a quiet exhale from his side.
Like hearing his name from her did something to him too
srikar (ml)
Yeah.
I’m definitely addicted now.
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