Kabir Rajput

Kabir Rajput ,24, was a beautiful contradiction.
A model, businessman, and a chef by passion, he lived by a strict routine. 5'11, devilishly handsome, fit and disciplined—yet a true foodie who loved feeding people more than eating himself.

Kind, loving, playful, and dangerously flirty, Kabir had a big heart and a small, trusted circle. His best friend Yuvaan was also his bodyguard—the only one who could read his silences.

He got his looks from his mother, his actions from his father. Still gets beaten by his mumma for mischief, while his father always saves him. Loud, dramatic, and warm—the Rajput family never failed to entertain.

Kabir loved deeply. Played recklessly.
And once fate chose someone for him—
He didn't know how to let go. 🖤

Sahera Chandravanshi

Sahera Chandravanshi, 22, a university student pursuing Botany, was a girl rooted in nature and fire. A basketball player, 5'8, strong and graceful—soft like flowers, sharp like thorns.

She loved trees, plants, and flowers, often talking to them as if they could listen. Cooking calmed her soul, while singing and dancing set her free. Jolly by nature, a sweetheart to those she loved—but a baddie to anyone who dared hurt her.

She was her papa's princess, fiercely loved and fiercely loyal.
Mature beyond her age, soft-hearted yet unbreakable—

Sahera forgave easily, but she never forgot. 🌙🖤

Austin Luna

Austin Luna, 23, was Sahera's senior—calm, charming, and quietly intense. A medical student, born into a family of doctors, he carried ambition in his blood. Half Indian, half Australian, raised in London, with roots tracing back to India through his grandfather—yet he'd never been there, never learned its languages.

5'9, effortlessly attractive, Austin was a bookworm, a guitarist, and a basketball player. Intelligent and soft-spoken, he hid his emotions behind logic and discipline.

He liked Sahera—more than he admitted.
And when Austin Luna loved, he loved deeply...
sometimes too deeply.

He wore red.

Not the kind they warn you about.
Not the flag everyone tells you to run from.

His red was loud, honest, burning right in front of my eyes.
I could see the fire before it touched me.

The other one wore grey—
every day, every word, every promise.
Calm. Safe. Familiar.
So still that I believed it was clean.

I followed the grey.
Because silence feels safer than storms.
Because patience looks like love.

I tried to understand.
I failed.

Again and again.

Because red doesn't always hurt you.
Sometimes it only warns you.

And grey...
grey hides stains too well.

Now I stand here, torn between fire and fog,
asking myself the same question every night—

Who is the red flag?
And who is the green one?

Or worse—
what if I'm already bleeding
while still searching for answers?

🖤🌙