Character Aesthetics:

Character Aesthetics

RUDRA JAIN:

 26,

Ruthless, reclusive, untouchable,

mysterious. CEO. Dominant.

 Cold on the surface, chaotic underneath.

 Brilliant mind, calculated tone, controlled body language.

Sharp jawline, sharper decisions,

but a soft corner he denies.

He ruled Mumbai’s diamond empire & something more nobody knows with silence and steel.

Only lets his guard down when no one’s watching… except Roshni.

Roshni...Roshni is his madness,

he finds 'love' a very small word for what Roshni is to him....

 Roshni is his hell,his heaven and his everything in between

 ROSHNI GUPTA:

23, Soft. Warm. Hopeful.

 Aspiring Jewellery Designer

 Kind-hearted, curious, intuitive

 Never afraid to speak her mind,

but hates conflict

She Sees the good in people

Find beauty in little things:

music, Pani-puri, barish, street shopping.

 Loves to wear Indian dress and sarees.

Strong in silence, doesn’t need to shout to make her presence felt

Never imagined that one stolen glance at a red light and one humble order from her could start a fire she couldn't control.

Rudra...her Rudra...

she is overwhelmed &

 scared of the depth of his emotions, but more scared of living without them.

Their worlds collide—accidentally, beautifully, and dangerously.

 And once they met:

 🚗 Long drives

 ... but not silent anymore.

Music playing low, her legs curled up on the seat, his hand resting on her thigh.

The tension?

Still there—but it's electric, not awkward.

 Words aren’t always needed when touches speak louder.

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 👀 Glances that burn.

 He watches her like she’s a sin he wants to commit over and over again.

Her gaze?

A challenge.

A dare.

 They speak in body language—every glance promising what will happen behind closed doors.

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 🌧 Rainy nights,

stolen kisses,

and passion behind locked doors.

 Not every argument ends in silence.

 Some end with her pinned against a wall, his breath on her neck, the storm outside matching the one inside them.

 Soft apologies tangled in sheets and bare skin.❤

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 🫱 Hands that wander.

 Not by accident.

 Not hesitant anymore.

 They know each other—where to touch, when to pause, when to pull closer.

Fingers tracing spines,

lips brushing against skin

 —craving, claiming, consuming.

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 ☕ Coffee cups with lipstick stains and rumpled bedsheets.

 Her dupatta thrown over a chair, his shirt on the floor.

Mornings blurred between whispered promises

and

lingering kisses.

 Coffee growing cold while their bodies stay warm.

No boundaries, no holding back....

Love without limits,

passion without apology,

 possession, dedication, emotional havoc and on par with all these....

 Two souls, one flame,

 - a bond that breaks all rules.

 - a connection that rewrites the rules.

 AND

 -Love that makes them Complete.