She came to Bangalore to chase a career.
He saw her once-and never stopped watching.
A silent man. A photo.
A green saree & A jasmine scent he couldn't forget.
What began as stares across rooms turns into obsession, fantasy, and a hotel key that unlocks her body... and his secrets.
But when family threats force him to vanish, she builds a new life-until fate throws them back into each other's arms across continents.
He never moved on. She never forgave.
Now all that's left is what happens between shadows, sheets, and second chances.
A slow-burn, age-gap, steamy romance set between Bangalore and Berlin. Where the heat never cools... even when the rain falls.
Rated: MATURE / 18+
Main Characters
Aarav
Age: 30
Height: 6'2"
Profession: Silent investor in an architecture firm
Personality: Quiet, mysterious, extremely protective, and possessive
Desires: Dominant. Silent watcher. Worships her body like ritual.
Vaani Subramaniam
Age: 21
Height: 5'2"
Background: From a traditional Tamil Brahmin family
Profession: UX designer in a Bangalore startup
Personality: Smart, emotional, secretly wild.
Desires: Wants to be loved fiercely, to feel chosen, to break out of control
Side Characters
Dev
Aarav's younger brother
Vaani's friendly co-worker, sweet and fun
Unknowingly the reason they met
Mrs. and Mr. Devraj
Traditional South Indian parents
Love their sons but hold strict expectations
Deepak (brief role)
Charming on the outside, disloyal inside
She sells flowers outside a temple.
He sells bodies behind closed doors.
Surbhi was never meant to be seen.
Not by someone like him.
But Yuvaan Chauhan doesn't see-he chooses.
And once he chooses... he owns.
Poor. Heavy. Naive.
She was invisible to the world-
Until he looked at her.
Now, she's no longer safe.
Not from the city.
Not from fate.
And definitely... not from him.
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"Speak."
Arnav's voice trembled.
"Sir... problem. Two girls-suicide. One more is missing. We only have one backup. And now..."
Yuvaan's voice dropped.
Cold. Controlled. Ice.
"Then find a fucking replacement, Arnav.
I don't care if it's your sister.
I want three hundred, not two-ninety-seven.
The ship leaves at the fixed time."
He exhaled.
Not out of emotion-just... maintenance.
Then turned to re-enter the hall-
-And collided with someone.
A brass thali clattered to the ground.
Marigold. Jasmine. Rose.
Flowers burst like a silent explosion across stone.
Surbhi gasped.
"S-s-sorry... mujhe maaf kijiye... galti ho gayi..."
Yuvaan said nothing.
He didn't look at the flowers.
He looked at her.
Ordinary.
Breakable.
Alive.
A replacement.
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A dark, painful love story.
Not for the soft-hearted.
Read at your own risk. 🖤
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