Chapter 1: wedding
INFO
******Main Character ******
*Main female lead*
Full Name: Isha Sharma
Age: 23
Profession: entrepreneur and ceo of Sharma Groups
Hometown: South Delhi
Social Class: Upper-middle class to affluent
Family Business: Sharma Group of Enterprises – a rising conglomerate in pharmaceuticals and healthcare innovation
*Main male lead*
Full Name: Devraj "Dev" Singhania
Age: 24
Professional: businessman and undercover mafia
Hometown: Udaipur, Rajasthan
Social class: royal kings
Family Business: Singhania Group's Enterprises, hotels, mining and textile
*** Side characters***
🧔🏻♂️ Ratanveer Singh Singhania (Dev’s Father)
Age: 56
Role: Chairman of the Singhania Group of Industries – a multi-sector conglomerate spanning textiles, real estate, and luxury heritage hotels.
👸🏻 Rajeshwari Devi Singhania (Dev’s Mother)
Age: 50
Role: Chairperson of the Rajkumari Foundation – a cultural NGO that preserves Rajasthani heritage and supports rural artisans.
🤴Vihaan Singh Singhania
Nickname(s): Vee, Chhote Kunwar, Vihu (only Isha calls him that)
Age: 18
Course: BBA
Position: Fresher but already popular for his charm, mischief, and big smile
Personality: Playful, deeply empathetic, protective, wears his heart on his sleeve — like a child in a grown-up world
👨💼 Mr. Arvind Sharma – The Father of Isha
Age: 52
Profession: Founder & CEO of Sharma Group of Enterprises (Pharmaceuticals, R&D, Hospitals)
🎓 Mrs. Meena Sharma – The Mother of isha
Age: 49
Profession: Former Political Science Professor, now runs an NGO for women’s education and health
👔 Rachit Sharma – The Elder Brother if isha
Age: 26
Profession: Heads the international operations of Sharma Enterprises, based in Singapore
INT. MAKEUP ROOM – EVENING
Isha sits quietly, the soft brush of makeup long finished. Her bridal look is complete — radiant on the outside, but within her, a storm brews.
She stares at herself in the mirror, lost.
Isha (thinking):
“A marriage I never wanted… A groom I never chose… Just a deal sealed in silence.”
The door opens. Her mother enters with a smile that’s more tired than joyful.
Meena (softly):
“The groom has arrived.”
Isha:
“Took him two hours to decide if I’m worth the walk down the aisle.”
No reply.
EXT. MANDAP – LATER
The mandap glows under the fairy lights. Guests murmur. The priest restarts the rituals.
Isha walks slowly toward the stage, led by her father. The groom waits, head lowered, face hidden beneath a heavy sehra.
He doesn’t speak. Doesn’t look up. Doesn’t touch her.
The rituals begin. Mantras echo. Fire crackles.
It’s all too familiar, too surreal.
💔 THE SINDOOR MOMENT
The priest announces:
“Now, the groom shall apply sindoor to the bride’s maang.”
The groom’s hand lifts.
As he leans forward, a sudden breeze—like fate’s own whisper—blows the sehra slightly aside.
And Isha sees his face.
Dev.
Her breath halts. Her hands tremble.
Her heart? Shattered and revived in the same second.
She recoils.
Isha (barely a whisper):
“Dev…?”
His hand freezes midair.
Their eyes lock.
And in his eyes—the storm of a thousand buried truths.
Pain. Guilt. Love. Regret. A secret.
🌙 Scene: The Wedding Night – Silence and Sparks
The room is dimly lit with soft, golden lights. Rose petals are scattered on the bed. The air smells of sandalwood, jasmine, and quiet tension.
Isha stands near the window, still in her bridal lehenga, the jewellery heavy on her tired body. She doesn’t turn around when the door opens.
Dev steps in — slow, unsure, carrying the weight of unspoken words. He closes the door gently behind him.
Silence.
No “congratulations,”
No teasing,
No laughter.
Just two souls bound together by fate and fire, standing in the space between what was and what still might be.
Dev (softly):
“You didn’t have to go through with it.”
Isha (still facing the window):
“I know.”
Pause.
Dev:
“But you did.”
She finally turns to look at him. Her eyes are tired, but not cold.
Isha:
“I didn’t do it for the people. Or the rituals. I did it… for the truth in your eyes.”
Dev steps closer, but still keeps a respectful distance.
Dev:
“I wanted to tell you everything that night… But I was scared. I thought you’d never believe me after what I did.”
Isha:
“I didn’t. Not until I looked at you today. Not until I saw the pain you tried to hide.”
A beat of silence.
Isha (quietly):
“You broke me, Dev.”
Dev (voice breaking):
“I broke myself, Isha. Every single day. Living without you was… like breathing under water.”
She looks away, blinking back tears.
Dev:
“I never touched her. I never betrayed you. I only lied… to protect you.”
He lowers himself to the floor, sitting by the edge of the bed, not as a groom, but as a man laying down his pride.
Dev (whispering):
“I don’t want anything from you tonight. Not forgiveness. Not love. Just this one moment… where we can sit quietly, together. Husband and wife. With nothing but the truth between us.”
🌌 A Tender Pause
Isha walks to him slowly.
She sits beside him. Their shoulders brush.
She doesn’t speak. She doesn’t cry.
She just places her hand over his — and holds it.
No kisses. No passion.
Just silence. Healing. Understanding.
Dev: Baby, enough of crying now, go to sleep. Tomorrow we will go to my house, where I will tell you how and what happened to the groom with whom your parents fixed a marriage.
Isha nod
Then they both fall asleep, hugging each other
