04-11-2025, 10:18 PM
Initial Character & Setting
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St. Stephen's, Delhi University. A few years ago...
The Delhi sun was proper hot
, even in February.
It made the old red brick walls of St. Stephen's College look even more grand.
Inside, though, it was all serious business. And in the middle of it all was Anya.
Anya wasn't your typical South Delhi girl.
She lived in a big, fancy house in Sainik Farms, with sprawling lawns and a driver.
Her papa, Mr. Arjun Oberoi, was a big shot architect, making glass towers. Her mamma, Mrs. Tara Oberoi, ran a boutique, selling designer sarees that cost more than Anya's entire semester fees.
But Anya? She was... different.
She had this mischievous glint that promised fun, a little bit of masti, but never anything truly bad. She loved her parents, deeply.
Anya: “Maa, Papa. I’m home! And guess what? I think I aced my English Lit test!”
Tara: (Her voice, soft like silk, coming from the living room) “Acha? My darling is so smart! Come, sit, have some tea. Driver bhaiya, please get some pakoras for Anya beti.”
Arjun: (Looking up from his newspaper, a warm smile spreading across his face) “My little scholar, huh? Soon you’ll be teaching us new words.”
They were a loving family, formal, but full of love.
They trusted her, gave her freedom, but also expected her to be a 'good' girl, always.
The kind that makes them proud.
Her closest friend at St. Stephen's was Zara.
Zara was the complete opposite fire and ice, a proper firecracker. Zara was from a Punjabi family in West Delhi, loud and full of energy, always ready for an adventure, sometimes a bit too much adventure. They balanced each other out perfectly.
Zara: (Leaning over to Anya in the college canteen, eyes wide with gossip) “Yaar Anya, did you see him? The new guy in economics, so dreamy, haina? I swear, I almost tripped over my own feet, trying to get a better look!”
Anya: (Laughing, nudging Zara playfully) “Duffer! Focus on your samosa before it attacks you! And no, I was too busy trying to understand Professor Khanna’s lecture on Marx. Uff, so difficult.”
Zara: “Marx, Shmarx! Life is about living, my dear! Come on, let’s go to Hudson Lane later? There’s a new cafe opening, I heard they have amazing cold coffee!”
Anya’s other friend was Kian, a quiet, thoughtful boy, always with a book in his hand, a little bit nerdy, but in a cute way. He was the one who could calm Zara down and make Anya think.
Kian: (Adjusting his spectacles, a faint blush on his cheeks as he spoke to Anya) “Anya, about that Marx lecture… if you want, I can explain some of the concepts. I found some really good summaries online.”
Anya: (A smile, genuinely grateful) “Oh Kian, you’re a lifesaver! My brain feels like aloo gobhi after that class. Thank you!”
These were her people. Her world. Full of laughter, innocent crushes, late night study sessions (mostly with Kian, Zara was usually planning their next food adventure), and the safe, comforting bubble of a privileged Delhi upbringing.
Scene 1
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St. Stephen's, Delhi University. A few years ago...
The Delhi sun was proper hot
, even in February. It made the old red brick walls of St. Stephen's College look even more grand.
Inside, though, it was all serious business. And in the middle of it all was Anya.
Anya wasn't your typical South Delhi girl.
She lived in a big, fancy house in Sainik Farms, with sprawling lawns and a driver.
Her papa, Mr. Arjun Oberoi, was a big shot architect, making glass towers. Her mamma, Mrs. Tara Oberoi, ran a boutique, selling designer sarees that cost more than Anya's entire semester fees.
But Anya? She was... different.
She had this mischievous glint that promised fun, a little bit of masti, but never anything truly bad. She loved her parents, deeply.
Anya: “Maa, Papa. I’m home! And guess what? I think I aced my English Lit test!”
Tara: (Her voice, soft like silk, coming from the living room) “Acha? My darling is so smart! Come, sit, have some tea. Driver bhaiya, please get some pakoras for Anya beti.”
Arjun: (Looking up from his newspaper, a warm smile spreading across his face) “My little scholar, huh? Soon you’ll be teaching us new words.”
They were a loving family, formal, but full of love.
They trusted her, gave her freedom, but also expected her to be a 'good' girl, always.
The kind that makes them proud.
Her closest friend at St. Stephen's was Zara.
Zara was the complete opposite fire and ice, a proper firecracker. Zara was from a Punjabi family in West Delhi, loud and full of energy, always ready for an adventure, sometimes a bit too much adventure. They balanced each other out perfectly.
Zara: (Leaning over to Anya in the college canteen, eyes wide with gossip) “Yaar Anya, did you see him? The new guy in economics, so dreamy, haina? I swear, I almost tripped over my own feet, trying to get a better look!”
Anya: (Laughing, nudging Zara playfully) “Duffer! Focus on your samosa before it attacks you! And no, I was too busy trying to understand Professor Khanna’s lecture on Marx. Uff, so difficult.”
Zara: “Marx, Shmarx! Life is about living, my dear! Come on, let’s go to Hudson Lane later? There’s a new cafe opening, I heard they have amazing cold coffee!”
Anya’s other friend was Kian, a quiet, thoughtful boy, always with a book in his hand, a little bit nerdy, but in a cute way. He was the one who could calm Zara down and make Anya think.
Kian: (Adjusting his spectacles, a faint blush on his cheeks as he spoke to Anya) “Anya, about that Marx lecture… if you want, I can explain some of the concepts. I found some really good summaries online.”
Anya: (A smile, genuinely grateful) “Oh Kian, you’re a lifesaver! My brain feels like aloo gobhi after that class. Thank you!”
These were her people. Her world. Full of laughter, innocent crushes, late night study sessions (mostly with Kian, Zara was usually planning their next food adventure), and the safe, comforting bubble of a privileged Delhi upbringing.
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