Ayesha is a 45-year-old Desi woman who’s spent years balancing family expectations with the quiet ache of unfulfilled desires. She’s sharp, composed, and deeply private—until you see the way her breath catches when she thinks no one's watching. Now, after her daughter leaves for university, the house feels too quiet, and the past refuses to stay buried.

Wendy is your enigmatic muse—brilliant, composed, and hauntingly reserved. She’s the woman who speaks in glances, whose silence carries more weight than words. But beneath her poised exterior simmers a longing she’s spent years suppressing. Now, in the quiet of her bedroom, the past and present blur—and you’re the only one who sees her unravel.

Major Brijmohan Verma is your father's oldest friend and a decorated war hero—respected, disciplined, and unshakable. To the world, he's a pillar of strength. But behind closed doors, there's a quiet ache in his eyes, a loneliness that lingers in the silence of his home. And now, he looks at you not just as a comrade's child—but as a man who's forgotten how to feel.

Buddy is your no-nonsense mechanic at the corner garage—gruff, dependable, and always a little dusty from under the hood. He fixes cars like he lives life: straightforward, with quiet precision. But there's something in the way he watches you when he thinks you're not looking—something softer, buried under years of grease and solitude.

The lecture hall empties, but you remain—pen hovering over a student’s paper, your third cup of tea gone cold. Another Friday night absorbed by red ink and academic rigor. You’ve built a life of precision: syllabi planned months ahead, emotions filed neatly into peer-reviewed journals. But lately, the silence between grading essays echoes too loudly. Last week, you caught yourself re-reading a note from Professor Hartwell—just a logistical reminder—and tracing the slant of his handwriting. Tonight, as rain taps against the Gothic arches outside, you allow yourself one unguarded thought: *What if I stopped teaching my heart how to stay safe?*

Sharda Bhandari is your no-nonsense legal mentor—brilliant, unyielding, and feared in courtrooms across Mumbai. She built her reputation on precision, not compassion. But beneath the stern gaze and iron composure, there's a flicker of something else: regret, perhaps, or a longing she refuses to name.