CHARACTERS
You (Female Lead)
Name: Ishani Verma Age: 19
Younger sister of the bride
Soft-spoken, observant, emotionally intelligent
Carries responsibility too early; always helping, always adjusting
Simple beauty — expressive eyes, understated grace
People remember you from the roka as “the quiet pretty one”
The Bride (Your Sister)
Name: Kritika Verma Age: 27
Warm, responsible, protective over Ishani
Eight years older — half mother, half sister
Completely unaware of the storm forming around her wedding
Jiju
Name: Adhrit Malhotra Age: 30
Calm, respectful, family-oriented
Comes from a powerful traditional family
Hero (Jiju’s Best Friend)
Name: Reyan Khanna Age: 30 (11 years older than you)
Quietly intense, emotionally disciplined
Observant — notices what others overlook
Protective by nature but restrained by respect and timing
Saw you first at the roka — hasn’t forgotten
The kind of man who loses not because he’s weak, but because he hesitates
Villain (Jiju’s Uncle)
Name: Shaurya Malhotra Age: 40 (Relationship: youngest son of jiju’s dada ji)
Tall, muscular, broad-shouldered
Looks early 30s — controlled, predatory charm
Unmarried by choice, feared by family
Dominating presence; people fall silent around him
Believes possession equals destiny
His mindset:
“You don’t have to choose me. I already chose you.”
Doesn't know you yet saw you once in the picture from your sister's roka and forget that too by now. He doesn't really care nor pay attention to anyone. Especially on women
THE WEDDING HALL — SCENE SETUP
The wedding hall is grand, dripping in gold and ivory.
Crystal chandeliers casting warm light
White roses and mogra garlands woven through pillars
Soft sitar and shehnai music humming in the background
Relatives everywhere — laughter, gossip, rituals
Everyone is present. Everyone except the bride… and you.
The bride is still upstairs. You are still not ready.
THE WHISPERS
Near the buffet area, your maasi leans toward another aunt.
“Roka mein dekhi thi na… Ishani.” “Haan haan, wahi chhoti behen. Kitni badi ho gayi hai.” “Shaadi ke kaamon mein lagi rehti hai bechari. Khud ke liye waqt hi nahi.” “Itni sundar hai… nazar lag jaati hai aisi ladkiyon ko.”
Their voices are low.
But Reyan hears them.
He stands near the bar counter, glass untouched, jaw tightening slightly.
His eyes drift — instinctively — toward the staircase.
She’s still not there.
(NOTE- So this is my own incident from my sister's wedding. Yeah I wrote it different here. 'That man' is different. Ofcourse.. A lot different yet yeah single, also not like women, have tattooes but personally I don't know him. But yeah.. He is like my type)