Innayat Mirza is a whirlwind of contradictions—bubbly yet rebellious, wrapped in an aura of innocence and kindness. She carries a warmth that makes people feel at home, yet there is a quiet fire in her, an unyielding spirit that refuses to bow down to fate. Despite the shadows life has cast upon her, she never lets them dim her light. Her laughter is soft, like the chime of bangles, and her presence feels like the first drizzle on a summer evening—gentle yet unforgettable. She is the kind of person who finds joy in the smallest things—a song playing in the distance, the feel of wind in her hair, the touch of cool marble beneath her fingers. But beneath her sweetness, there is a quiet defiance. She never lets her circumstances define her; if the world builds walls around her, she finds cracks to let the light in.y
Physically, Innayat is ethereal—her delicate features hold an effortless grace. She has almond-shaped eyes, deep and expressive, though they no longer see the world. Her long, black hair flows like a silk cascade down her back, always carrying the scent of jasmine oil. Her whitish skin has a natural glow, as if touched by the softest morning light. Her pink, plump lips often curl into a hesitant smile, a mixture of shyness and mischief. At 5’2, she is petite and lean, a frame so delicate that it seems the world should protect her, yet strong enough to carry the weight of her past.
Life has not been kind to her. At 8, an accident steals her parents and her sight, leaving her to navigate a world of darkness—both literal and emotional. She now lives with her paternal uncle and aunt, who care for her but can never truly replace what she has lost. Yet, Innayat never lets her blindness cage her. She memorizes spaces, feels emotions in voices, and learns to paint a world in her mind with words and sounds. She is not just surviving—she is living, feeling, dreaming. But deep inside, there is a silent ache, a longing for someone who will see her beyond her blindness, beyond her fragility—to truly see Innayat Mirza.
Male lead
Vedant Rajwanshi (his name means ultimate knowledge)
Age: 25 years old
Vedant Rajwanshi is a man who walks with authority, speaks with sharp precision, and carries the weight of expectations on his broad shoulders. He is rude, arrogant, and grumpy, not because he enjoys being so, but because life has made him this way. His presence alone is enough to silence a room—there’s an intensity in his gaze, a sharpness in his words that leaves no space for nonsense. Possessive and aggressive, he does not believe in half-measures. Whether it’s power, loyalty, or love—he demands it all or nothing. He does not trust easily, nor does he forgive quickly. Beneath the hardened exterior, though, there is a storm—a man who has seen too much, felt too deeply, and learned the hard way that emotions are a weakness in his world.
Physically, Vedant is the embodiment of raw masculinity and power. Standing tall at 6’2, his athletic build is sculpted through discipline and routine. His fair skin contrasts with the darkness of his soul, his dark brown eyes holding an unreadable depth—cold, calculating, yet hiding something deeper. His thick, dark brown hair falls in effortless waves, often tousled as if he never bothers to tame it. Sharp facial features—defined jawline, straight nose, and piercing gaze—make him impossible to ignore. He is not just attractive; he is intimidating, magnetic, and impossible to forget.
Vedant recently became the youngest MLA of Lucknow, stepping into a world of politics that demands strategy, power, and ruthlessness. His family name, Rajwanshi, carries weight, but Vedant has built his own reputation—one of control, dominance, and an unwillingness to bow to anyone. He is respected, feared, and envied in equal measure. However, behind the ironclad persona is a man who has buried his emotions so deep that he himself has forgotten they exist,Until her.
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