📍Scene: University café, late afternoon – golden hour light pours in through glass windows. Maya is scribbling in her poetry journal. Aryan enters, guitar case in hand, hair tousled from rehearsal.)
[Maya]
(smiling)
You're late, Rockstar.
[Aryan]
You're early, Poet.
[Maya]
I had this line stuck in my head all morning.
"The sun fell asleep in my chest, but my heart didn't rest."
Sounds like a song?
[Aryan]
(softly chuckling)
Sounds like your heart has secrets.
[Maya]
(suddenly quiet, then fakes a smile)
Don't we all?
[Aryan]
What if I say that line…
(grabs guitar, strums gently)
🎵 "The sun fell asleep in my chest... but my heart didn't rest…" 🎵
Not bad, right?
[Maya]
(eyes lighting up)
Not bad?! That gave me goosebumps!
[Aryan]
Maybe we should write an entire heartbreak album together.
[Maya]
Would we call it "Sad Girls and Broken Boys"?
[Aryan]
(chuckles)
More like "Pretending We're Fine."
That's what people like us do, right?
📍Scene: Rehearsal Room, Evening. Aryan with the band – Zayn, Rico, and Dev.
[Dev]
You're glowing, bro. Who's the girl?
[Zayn]
Yeah, Aryan "Ice Prince" Malik smiling over poetry? The world's ending.
[Aryan]
(chuckles)
She's different. Her words aren't just pretty—they bleed.
[Rico]
Damn. You caught feelings?
[Aryan]
(pause)
No. Just inspired. That's all.
[Zayn]
Man, I've seen you fake identities, walk through fire, disappear from danger. But you're not ready for someone like her.
[Aryan]
Don't worry. I'm just… collecting lyrics.
📍Flashback: 12-year-old Aryan with Uncle Rehaan. They're in a dim library in Delhi.
[Rehaan]
Write what hurts, Aryan.
That's where the truth hides.
[Young Aryan]
But what if it hurts too much?
[Rehaan]
Then it's probably worth writing.
(Aryan scribbles lyrics: "The light in her broke the dark in me.")
📍Scene: Rooftop – night. Maya and Aryan sit side by side. The city lights sparkle. She looks a little pale but smiles softly.)
[Maya]
You ever feel like your chest is too full… like your heart's racing but you're sitting still?
[Aryan]
(eyes narrow)
Anxiety?
[Maya]
Maybe. Maybe something more.
[Aryan]
You okay?
[Maya]
I'm fine. It's just… sometimes it flutters. Like it forgets the rhythm.
But don't worry, it's nothing dramatic.
[Aryan]
You sure?
[Maya]
Hey, if I faint, just catch me. That's what co-songwriters do, right?
[Aryan]
(pulling a half smile)
Always. I'll even write a song about it.
📍Scene: Aryan's room. He stares at a scribbled lyric sheet.
[Aryan – internal monologue]
"She's fragile in a way I can't place.
Like her smile is stitched over silence."
I wasn't supposed to get close.
I was supposed to destroy.
But every lyric starts to sound like her.
Every song feels like a confession I didn't plan to write.
📍Scene: Maya's house – her mother peeks into Maya's room, sees her journal open. Scribbled are phrases:
"His eyes make promises his voice won't say. "I want to tell him… but what if it changes everything?"
[Mom – whispering to herself]
She's smiling again. Just like before the hospital days.
*(She clutches an old medical file marked "Confidential – Congenital Heart Defect – Mild to Moderate") *
[Mom – whispering]
Please… let him be gentle with her heart.
📍Scene: Next day – Aryan gets a call from his father.
[Dad – harsh voice]
Are you close to the girl?
[Aryan]
We've written a few songs together.
[Dad]
Good. Keep going. Remember why you're there. Don't forget what they did to Rehaan.
[Aryan]
(voice stiffens)
I haven't forgotten anything.
[Dad]
Then don't let feelings cloud your mission.
[Aryan – whispering after call ends]
What if feelings are the only real thing left?
📍End Scene: Maya listening to a rough audio recording on her phone. Aryan's voice sings her lyrics softly. She closes her eyes, heart beating fast. She smiles… but her hand rests over her chest.
[Maya – softly to herself]
Why does his voice feel like home?