Characters

Rhea Sharma

Rhea Sharma is the kind of girl people forget to notice - a silent face in crowded halls, lost in her books and ink-stained notebooks. But those who pay attention would sense something unsettling in her stillness. A first-year literature student with eyes that seem to carry the weight of unspoken grief, Rhea hides behind pages and metaphors. She dresses in black kurtas paired with dusty pastel shawls, her kohl-smudged eyes always lowered, her jhumkas swaying as she walks like a quiet ghost through college corridors. Her Instagram page, @SilentSoul_07, is her sanctuary and her curse - a place where she spills raw, unsettling verses about obsession, loss, and death dressed as love. To the world, she's soft, poetic, and fragile. But beneath her gentle energy lies a girl haunted by her own mind, fascinated by beautiful endings where people don't survive. She watches sunsets like she's waiting for the world to end, sipping chai in solitude, ink-stained fingers trembling with secrets she's too afraid to speak. Rhea isn't a storm you see coming - she's the kind that quietly rewrites your fate while you're too distracted to notice.

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Kabir Malhotra

Kabir Malhotra is the college's golden boy - a name everyone knows, a face people chase. With his tousled hair, maroon hoodies, and denim jackets, he moves through life like he owns it. A third-year business student, Kabir's world is made of late-night parties, blinding spotlights, and shallow friendships. But behind that effortless charm and cocky grin hides a boy no one really knows.

He carries a quiet craving beneath his confidence - a need for something raw, dark, and real enough to bleed for. While the world thinks he's chasing followers and football trophies, Kabir spends midnight hours sketching eerie, faceless figures in a worn-out notebook and doom-scrolling through anonymous poetry pages that echo his unspoken emptiness.

When he stumbles upon @SilentSoul_07, something inside him fractures. Her words aren't just poetry - they're confessions dressed as metaphors. They cut through him in ways no one else ever could. Kabir isn't just drawn to her writing; he's dangerously obsessed with the broken, beautiful mind behind those lines.

And when their worlds finally collide, it won't be soft or healing.

It'll be madness dressed as affection.

A storm neither of them will walk away from whole.