He walks like a storm. Talks like thunder. And loves like fire — if he ever lets himself love at all.
He’s the kind of man who doesn’t need to speak to be noticed.
28 years old, standing at 6'4, with steel-grey eyes that hold a thousand secrets and a jawline sharp enough to cut through silence.
His presence? Heavy. Intimidating. Dangerous.
The kind that makes rooms go quiet.
The kind that makes people lower their gaze — out of respect, or fear.
His hair is jet black, always in place. His physique?
Built — the result of years of discipline in the gym, like he’s been preparing for a war no one knows about.
He wears tailored black suits like armor and keeps emotions buried beneath a calm, unreadable face.
He doesn’t believe in love.
He doesn’t believe in Allah either — not anymore.
Why?
He never says.
And no one dares ask.
He’s not like those men who inherited empires.
Apexio Technologies — New York’s most feared tech empire — wasn’t given to him.
He built it. With blood. Silence. And secrets.
He doesn’t talk much.
But when he does — it’s like a command. People listen.
They say he’s cold.
They say he’s heartless.
But maybe…
That’s just what pain does to a man who trusted the wrong people, lost the right ones, and buried his faith in between.
He trusts no one, except Rohan and Fahad — the only people who’ve seen glimpses of the man behind the mask.
He’s not a hero.
Not a villain.
Something darker.
“Don’t fall for him.
Not because he won’t love you back...
But because he might — and that love would destroy you.”
She’s the kind of girl who makes people smile without trying just by existing. Just like her name,
she is noor in every eye, a soft light that warms hearts. Her beauty isn’t loud it’s gentle, comforting, unforgettable. With dark brown eyes that hold stories and secrets, and long, waist-length hair that flows like poetry,
Mahnoor Khan is a vision of innocence wrapped in elegance. She’s 22 years old, full of life, and always talking it’s almost impossible to stop her once she begins.
An extrovert with a heart of gold and a mind sharp enough to top from school to university.
In a world chasing trends, Mahnoor chooses haya. While other girls wear what the world expects, she wears what pleases her Allah. She walks with dignity, covers herself with grace, and carries her modesty like a crown.
Her faith is not a phase it’s her identity. She loves talking about Allah ﷻ and His beloved Prophet Muhammad ﷺ. Her eyes light up when she speaks of Jannah, and her smile softens when she says Alhamdulillah. She doesn’t preach she inspires, just by being herself.
She loves her parents deeply, they are her entire world. Books are her second home she reads late into the night and then daydreams about fictional men as if they were real. Her world is full of pastel colors, jasmine-scented mornings, and soft chai evenings.
Though she’s surrounded by many friends, no one can take Aiman’s place her complete opposite, her better half in friendship, her soulmate in chaos.
When someone meets Mahnoor for the first time, they’re drawn to her not just by her beauty, but by the kindness in her voice, the sparkle in her laugh, the innocence in her heart, and the peace her presence brings.
She’s not just a girl... she’s the kind of memory people wish they could keep forever. A girl whose noor doesn’t fade it leaves a mark on the soul.
Other Characters will be introduced in the story itself..
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