• Aesthetic •

Aruhi Gupta :

She wasn’t just a girl—she was a quiet sunrise after a storm, the kind of soul that made even silence feel safe. With eyes that held a thousand unshed tears and a smile that hid a hundred unanswered questions, Aruhi walked through life searching for something she couldn't name. An orphan with a past lost to the tides of time, she only remembered the fear of drowning... and a pair of eyes that once pulled her from the deep. She didn’t know his name, but she could still feel the fire in his touch—warm, wild, unforgettable.

23-year-old college student, living with her best friend in the heart of the city. She’s kind, soft-hearted, and carries a warmth that draws people toward her—but behind that gentle smile lies a quiet strength. Aruhi knows how to stand up for herself and fiercely protect the ones she loves.

She has no memory of her childhood before the age of 12 and is haunted by flashes of a forgotten night—especially when it rains. The sound of thunder unnerves her, and deep water terrifies her, though she doesn’t know why.

Despite the shadows of her past, she’s driven, independent, and believes in love that heals even the darkest scars. Unbeknownst to her, her path is about to cross with a devil from her forgotten past—the one she once saved- the one she forget.

"An angel with scars on her soul and a fear of drowning she never understood.”

Ranvijay Agrwal :

They called him the devil in disguise—cold, ruthless, untouchable. A man with blood on his hands and silence in his heart. But buried deep beneath the shadows of power and violence, he carried a memory that refused to fade—her eyes. Soft, terrified, yet filled with strength and that once saved his life. He didn’t know her name, didn’t know where she went, but those eyes haunted his nights and ruled his rage. And now, years later, when fate brings her back… he swears, this time, nothing will take her from him—not even her forgotten past.

Ranvijay agrwal ~

28 years old. The name itself is enough to make people shiver. Cold, calculating, and ruthless—he is one of the most feared mafia kings in all of Asia. He built his empire brick by brick, soaked in blood, betrayal, and buried emotions.

He doesn’t believe in love, not because he never wanted to, but because his heart forgot how to feel… the night he almost died. He remembers nothing from that night—except one thing: her eyes. The soft voice of a young girl whispering, "I will protect you, Ranvijay."

Since that night, rain has never felt the same. It brings flashes of pain, of someone he lost, someone whose name he doesn’t remember—only her angelic eyes. The devil doesn’t fear death, but he fears the memory of that angel… and the burning need to find her.

“He doesn't kneel to gods… but for his angel, he’d fall to his knees.”