Rudra oberoi (28 yrs)
Rudra is cold, mean, rude, possesive, controlling and obsessive. His only motive in life is to be at the top and stay there, no matter how many people he has to slaughter for that. Money and power are his right and left hand and those are the only things he cares about in life. Love does not exist in his vocabulary.
He has barely felt emotions after hitting puberty, it was like someone sucked the life out of him and left a hollow person.
His passion of manipulating people to achieve his goal and no regards for human life might make him a psychopath. But as the saying goes, psychopaths are not born, they are made.Naina khurana (later oberoi) (21 yrs)
Naina just completed her graduation in arts, some might look at her paintings and say that goddess herself lent her hand to naina because her paintings brings every little thing to life.
She is sweet, charming and has mouth that might talk someone's ears off. She argues like a pro, if she wasn't interested in arts people would have suggested her to become a lawyer.
She has a very soft feminine personality. Most of the time she hides herself and her emotions from the world and tries to put up a brave front.
Love is the one thing she desires most in the world.
She tries to find good in people, because for her even an emotionless person shows some kind of emotions in order to show nothing at all.***
To see how Naina breaks his cold exterior and warms her way into his stone cold heart and to see rudra change into a person worthy of naina's love, read the story.
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