Title: The Girl in Red

Introduction & Description:

Ryna was a girl who never believed in sadness. Wrapped in the warmth of a happy childhood, she wore laughter like her favorite red dress — bright, bold, and untouched by sorrow. But teenage years have a way of rewriting stories, and Ryna's tale was no exception.

Her first love was Fin — a mysterious boy from a different class, both socially and emotionally. Where Ryna saw light, Fin walked in darkness. She loved him with a heart full of hope, but he could never return the feeling. Their love, or the illusion of it, dragged on painfully for two years until life forced them apart.

After months of healing and rediscovery, Ryna crossed paths with Srijan — her second love. Charismatic, charming, and a known heartbreaker, Srijan swept her off her feet. Their passion was real, intense, and for a while, it felt like forever.

But love didn’t just find Ryna — it followed her. Krish, a kind soul, loved her silently, never receiving even a sliver of her affection. Then there was Zaro, who waited for her for three long years, only to be used and discarded. Ryna took his love and his money, leaving behind only confusion and heartbreak.

Through all the chaos, all the failed romances and shattered hearts, one man stood the test of time — Lence. Her third and final love. Steady, loyal, and quiet in his affection, Lence wasn’t the storm Ryna was used to. He was her calm after the whirlwind, the one who stayed when everyone else walked away.

The Girl in Red is a story of love in all its forms — unrequited, reckless, manipulative, and healing. It’s about a girl who chased passion, made mistakes, and broke hearts — including her own — before finally learning what it means to be truly loved... and to love in return.

Introduction of characters

🌹 Ryna (The Girl in Red)

Age Range: Teen to early 20s

Personality: Spirited, emotional, impulsive, naive at times but layered with growth

Background: Grew up in a happy, middle-class family. Believed in fairytales and happy endings until reality struck during her teenage years.

Strengths: Passionate, loyal when she loves, emotionally intuitive

Flaws: Struggles with boundaries, emotionally reckless, manipulates without fully realizing the harm

Arc: Starts off believing love is about intensity and pain but slowly matures, learning the value of steady, kind love.

🖤 Fin (First Love)

Age Range: same age as Ryna

Personality: Mysterious, emotionally detached, brooding

Background: Comes from a difficult and broken home; emotionally unavailable and carrying a dark past

Relationship with Ryna: She falls deeply for him, but he never truly loves her. They both suffer in a toxic, emotionally one-sided relationship for two years.

Symbolism: Represents the illusion of love, the romanticization of pain

😈 Srijan (Second Love)

Age Range: College-aged

Personality: Charming, confident, flirtatious, emotionally magnetic

Background: Well-off or popular, known for being a playboy, always gets what he wants

Relationship with Ryna: Mutual attraction that grows into love; however, he has trouble committing. Their relationship is passionate but volatile.

Symbolism: Represents temptation and the addictive side of love

💔 Krish (The One Who Loved Her Quietly)

Age Range: Same age

Personality: Gentle, kind, sensitive, loyal

Background: Comes from a similar background to Ryna, but lacks confidence

Relationship with Ryna: Loves her deeply, silently. She never returns his feelings.

Symbolism: Represents unrequited love and emotional invisibility

🕰️ Zaro (The One She Used)

Age Range: Slightly older

Personality: Caring, generous, patient, emotionally hopeful

Background: Financially stable, likely runs a business

Relationship with Ryna: Waited for her for 3 years, helped her financially and emotionally, but was used and discarded.

Symbolism: Represents devotion, self-sacrifice, and emotional manipulation

🌿 Lence (The One Who Stayed — Final Love)

Age Range: younger

Personality: Mature, stable, kind, emotionally intelligent

Background: Possibly a working professional mma fighter,calm, thoughtful upbringing

Relationship with Ryna: Enters her life after her emotional journey; offers unconditional love and patience. He becomes her safe place.

Symbolism: Represents healing, true love, and emotional maturity

Ryna first saw Fin behind the school gym, where the broken fence leaned like it had secrets to whisper. He stood there — a black hoodie pulled over his head, cigarette in hand, eyes heavy with something that felt older than him.

She wore red that day — a woolen scarf her mother had wrapped around her neck with a kiss. Red had always been her color, bold and warm, like the fire she thought love should be.

He looked up. Their eyes met for two seconds too long.

That was all it took.

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They weren’t supposed to be together. Fin was from a rougher world, the kind where dreams died young and anger sat just beneath the skin. But Ryna didn’t care. She thought love could fix anything — especially someone broken.

He never told her he loved her.

Not once in two years.

But he held her when she cried about her father’s drinking. He walked her home when her phone died. He listened — sometimes. And that was enough for her to believe.

But he never stopped smoking behind that fence.

And she kept pretending she didn’t see the way he flinched when she spoke of the future.

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The night it ended, the rain hit the windows like fists.

They sat in his room — silence louder than ever. She held his hand. He didn’t hold hers back.

“I can’t keep doing this,” she whispered, her voice almost apologizing for wanting more.

Fin stared at the ceiling. “Then don’t.”

She blinked. “That’s it?”

“I never asked you to stay, Ryna.”

Her heart didn’t shatter. It burned — slow and cruel — like the tip of his last cigarette.

“Did you ever love me?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

He stood, walked to the window, and lit one more cigarette. The glow flickered like a dying star.

“No.”

Just that. No lies. No drama. Just truth.

And in that moment, Ryna realized — love wasn’t enough. Not if it was only coming from one side.

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She left without looking back. Her red scarf trailed behind her like a wound.

Outside, the rain washed her tears into the earth.

Inside, Fin smoked like she never existed.

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extra :

"Eyes Shut"

Eyes shut, another day fades away

Tears fall, they won’t obey

Carrying sorrow deep in my chest

Craving your love, no time to rest

I hoped you’d hear me

I hoped you’d stay

But you turned around

And walked away

Did you cry the way I do?

'Cause I still think of you

I said I’d forget—

But that was never true

Don't leave, I'm still here

Wishing you'd say what I needed to hear

Not just… "no"

We had those moments, do you recall?

Now they’re shadows on the wall

We used to love with eyes so wide

Now we barely even try

I hoped you’d see me

One last time

But you kept walking

Like love’s a crime

Did you cry the way I do?

'Cause I still think of you

I said I’d forget—

But that was never true

Don't leave, I'm still here

Wishing you'd say what I needed to hear

Not just… "no"

Don’t say it’s over

Don’t let it go

I just wanted one word

Not a cold “no”

Did you cry the way I do?

I’m still haunted by you

I said I’d move on

But I never knew how to

Don't leave, not like this

Still waiting for your kiss

Not just…

No

--- (ryna loved srijan more than finn ,fin was like one sided lover but srijan and ryna both loved each other. But nothing happened as plan )

💌 Letter Version – "Unsent"

Dear Sri............

Another day has gone, and still, my eyes shut just to hold back the tears that never stop. They're not just drops—they're pieces of my sorrow, heavy with all the love I still carry for you.

I truly hoped you understood. I wished you’d stay. But instead, you ignored me… and never looked back.

Do you remember the moments we shared? I think about them all the time. They’ve grown rare now—like us. Like the love we once had. Do you still see it? I barely do anymore.

Did you cry when you thought of me? Because I cry, often—too often. I said I’d forget you, but I lied. I never could.

Please, don’t leave… That’s all I’ve ever wanted to say. But when I finally spoke, all I heard was the answer I feared most: "no."

I wanted something else—anything but that.

Still, I wait. Still, I love.

Still, I write this… even if you never read it.

Yours,

Ry....

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Heartbreak doesn’t always roar. Sometimes it sits quietly in your chest like a weight you carry everywhere, even in your smile.

For weeks after Fin, Ryna felt like she was living someone else’s life — moving, breathing, existing, but never really feeling. She deleted his number. She blocked his socials. But she couldn’t block the memories. They came at night, when her red scarf lay untouched in her drawer, and the rain outside sounded too familiar.

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That’s when Krish showed up.

He was the kind of boy who noticed the little things. Like how she stopped painting her nails. How her laugh became a little too forced. How she started sitting alone in the library.

Krish never asked for her heart. He just sat with her.

Brought her tea.

Walked beside her, not ahead of her.

He made her laugh again, not with grand gestures, but with gentle jokes and stories about his dog who stole socks and slept on his head.

She knew he liked her — it was obvious in the way his eyes softened when she spoke, how his fingers always hovered close but never touched.

But Ryna’s heart was still wrapped in barbed wire.

And though she cared for Krish, she couldn’t love him. Not like that. Not yet.

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Then came Zaro.

Zaro had waited.

Three years, in fact.

He used to send her good morning texts even when she never replied. He offered rides when she walked in the rain. He remembered things she didn’t even know she’d said.

And now, when her world had cracked, Zaro was still there — ready with gifts, flowers, and the kind of words she used to dream of hearing.

But Zaro’s love was too much — too fast, too needy.

He poured money into her hands when she needed attention.

He took her shopping when what she needed was space.

She let him. At first.

Because it felt good to be wanted. To be adored. To be someone’s first choice.

Even if she didn’t feel the same.

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Sometimes, healing looks like moving forward.

Sometimes, it looks like standing still with someone who stays.

And sometimes, it’s a little cruel.

Because Ryna didn’t mean to use Zaro.

But she did.

She let him believe there was hope, when in her heart, there was only emptiness — and a little guilt.

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Krish faded away quietly.

Zaro finally stopped replying.

And Ryna?

She stood alone again.

But this time… she knew herself a little better.

She wasn’t the same girl who wore red and believed love was fire.

She was learning that not all love burns.

Some of it waits.

Some of it breaks.

And maybe, just maybe, one day… some of it stays.

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extra

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Flashback: The Boys Who Loved Softly

🌼 Krish: The Boy with the Tea and the Yellow Umbrella

It was a cold day in early December, and Ryna had forgotten her umbrella again. The sky was heavy with clouds, her books were damp at the edges, and her thoughts were somewhere between anger and sadness.

Then, like a movie scene, a yellow umbrella opened beside her.

"You're going to catch a cold again," Krish said, smiling, water already soaking into his shoulders as he tilted the umbrella more toward her than himself.

Ryna blinked. “You remembered?”

“You always forget.”

They walked quietly. Her hand brushed his once, and she didn’t move it away. But neither of them held on.

Later, in the school café, he handed her a warm cup of tea — the exact kind she liked: two sugars, no milk.

“How do you always know?” she asked.

Krish looked at her with that shy, half-smile of his.

“I pay attention.”

He always did.

He noticed when she switched from red to gray nail polish. When she stopped humming in the hallways. When she skipped lunch but said she was "fine."

But he never asked for anything in return.

And maybe that’s why she never realized how much he hurt until he was gone.

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🌹 Zaro: The Boy Who Waited Too Long

Zaro first told her he loved her under a streetlight, three years ago. Her hair was a mess, her cheeks red from laughing, and he just... said it.

“I love you,” he blurted, nervous but brave.

She giggled. “Zaro, you’re just saying that because I beat you at UNO.”

“I’d still love you if you burned the cards.”

He waited for her reply. She changed the subject.

He never brought it up again — not directly. But he never stopped loving her, either.

Years later, he showed up with concert tickets to her favorite band. She hadn't told him about her breakup, but somehow he knew.

“I thought you could use a night of music,” he said, holding the envelope out like a peace offering.

They sat together in the third row, swaying to the rhythm, her eyes closed, his focused only on her.

When she laughed during the final song, Zaro smiled so softly, it hurt.

He thought maybe this was the beginning.

But to Ryna, it was just a nice night.

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Zaro sent her flowers on her birthday.

Krish remembered her anxiety before every exam and always texted her, “You’ve got this.”

Neither of them ever asked her to choose.

And maybe that’s why she didn’t.

Because when love is too kind, too patient, too selfless — it’s easy to forget it’s still love.