Arjun, a hot-headed cop, and Anirudh, a calm and methodical officer, are two strangers unknowingly investigating the same case. When a series of teenage girls start disappearing under mysterious circumstances, they follow separate leads, unaware of...
Arjun Prasad Varma had the kind of presence that made people instinctively move aside—not out of fear, but because something about him felt carved from a different time. At 27, he wore his khaki uniform like second skin, not for show, but because it belonged to him as much as he belonged to the work. He wasn't loud. He didn’t need to be. His silence spoke louder than most men’s shouting.
Born into a family of lawyers and bureaucrats, Arjun had chosen the police force because he didn’t want to sit in air-conditioned offices debating rules—he wanted to be out there, enforcing them, facing the city’s shadows head-on. He had a clean record, a reputation for being impossible to bribe, and a gaze that could make even the most seasoned criminals uncomfortable.
He wasn't unfriendly—but he was hard to reach. Reserved by nature, disciplined by habit. He kept things tight: his desk, his reports, his emotions. Love was never on his calendar. Romance felt like a distraction he couldn't afford. People said he was too serious for his age. Maybe he was. But Arjun believed in earning peace, not chasing it.
And that’s where Indu came in—loud, bold, unafraid to crash through the walls he'd built around himself.
Where Arjun was restraint, Indu was energy. Where he paused to think, she spoke without hesitation. She was a 25-year-old firecracker with an unshakable belief in her own instincts—and she had decided, very early on, that Arjun Prasad Varma was worth chasing.
He didn’t notice her at first. Or rather, he noticed—but pretended not to. She was a blur in the background at first—a reporter, an activist, a familiar face at public events, always asking difficult questions. But slowly, deliberately, she edged her way into his world, refusing to be ignored.
Indu didn’t play coy. She didn’t wait to be chosen. She challenged him, argued with him, teased him, and sometimes even infuriated him—but she stayed. And somehow, despite all his resistance, Arjun found himself waiting for her texts, watching for her in crowds, measuring his silences against her laughter.
He didn’t believe in love at first sight. Still didn’t. But he believed in her. And that was starting to be enough.
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Arjun Prasad Varma
Indu Ramalingam never waited for life to happen to her—she chased it down, cornered it, and demanded answers. At 24, she was the kind of woman who didn’t enter a room quietly. She didn’t need to raise her voice to be noticed—her confidence did that for her. People often called her “too much” in the way they label women they can’t predict. Indu wore that like a badge.
A journalist by profession and a fighter by instinct, she had a nose for the truth and a knack for asking the questions everyone else danced around. Crime, corruption, abuse of power—she covered stories that mattered, and sometimes crossed lines others were too cautious to approach. It made her enemies, sure. But it also made her impossible to ignore.
She wasn’t reckless. She was intentional. She just didn’t like playing safe, especially when it came to people. And when she first saw Arjun Prasad Varma—stoic, unreadable, unshakably composed—something in her paused. Not in the fluttery, love-at-first-sight way. More like a challenge being issued silently across a crowded room.
He was the kind of man who didn't look twice. Which only made her want to get that second glance.
Indu never believed in waiting for the perfect moment. She created it. Slowly but surely, she entered his world—not with charm or coyness, but with conversation, confrontation, and an honesty he wasn’t used to. She didn’t chase him with flowers and compliments; she chased him with questions and persistence. And somewhere between their arguments and shared silences, she noticed the way he listened. Really listened.
People asked her why she was “wasting time” on a man who barely spoke unless necessary. She would just smile and say, “Because he sees things clearly. And he’s worth the wait.”
Indu wasn’t looking for a fairytale. She was building something real. And Arjun, whether he liked it or not, was already in the middle of it.
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Indu Ramalingam
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