🌸 CHARACTER INTRODUCTIONS 🌸

Name: Rehan Sehgal

Personality: Rude, arrogant, emotionally closed off, fiercely independent. Doesn't believe in love or family.

Hobbies: Boxing, reading business journals, long night drives alone.

Occupation: CEO of Sehgal Empires – a luxury real estate and hospitality chain.

Backstory: Lost his parents in a car crash when he was a teen. Grew up in boarding schools, learned early that vulnerability is weakness. Never had siblings or emotional support — except Zayn.

Name: Zayn Raichand

Personality: Calm, composed, extremely loyal, intelligent, quiet observer.

Hobbies: Sketching, classical music, meditation, photography.

Occupation: CFO and silent partner in Sehgal Empires.

Backstory: Comes from a respected but emotionally distant family. Lost his younger sister in a tragic accident — still blames himself. Protects Rehan like a brother.

Name: Jen Shah

Personality: Calm, mature, motherly, wise beyond her years. Eldest sister.

Hobbies: Gardening, baking, classical literature, keeping her sisters safe.

Occupation: Owns and runs a small independent art studio/café with her sisters.

Backstory: Parents passed away early. Raised her three younger sisters like her own children. Selfless, but lonely deep down.

Name: Jisha Shah

Personality: Smart, observant, calm, emotionally intuitive. Soul-sister to Jen.

Hobbies: Psychology, puzzles, chess, journaling.

Occupation: Psychology student and part-time counselor at a women’s shelter.

Name: Shin Shah

Personality: Bright, bubbly, chaotic, sunshine energy. Clumsy but endearing.

Hobbies: Dancing, memes, romcoms, annoying her sisters with love.

Occupation: Aspiring choreographer, teaches dance to kids.

Name: Lyra Shah

Personality: Innocent, naive, sensitive, soft-spoken.

Hobbies: Painting, fairy tales, playing with animals, stargazing.

Occupation: High school student and talented painter.

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📖 Title: REVIVE – A Love Born From Ruin

🖋️ Author: Shining Star

✨ Genre: Romance • Drama • Mystery • Comedy

📘 Description:

Rehan Sehgal is cold, ruthless, and built from silence. A man raised without family or love, he's only known power—and pain. Jen Shah is the opposite: calm, nurturing, and the heart of her fiercely bonded sisters. When fate collides their worlds, what begins as resistance blooms into something neither expected—a love that forces them to confront their deepest scars.

But love doesn't come easy when secrets, trauma, and a dangerous past threaten to tear them apart. As Rehan begins to accept Jen’s sisters as his own and Zayn—his loyal, quiet best friend—finds a surprising spark with the youngest Shah sister, REVIVE becomes more than just a center for healing. It becomes a battle cry for second chances.

Will Rehan and Jen survive the storm they've both been running from? Or will love be the very thing that saves them all?

In a world built on scars, can love be the cure??

When ruthless Rehan Sehgal crosses paths with gentle Jen Shah and her fiercely loyal sisters, neither expects the chaos—or the healing—that follows. As danger rises and secrets unfold, love becomes their only way to survive… and revive... ☺️✨️

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The city moved beneath him like a silent chessboard. Cars weaved through the streets in obedient lines. People, too small to matter from this height, rushed like ants between glass towers.

Rehan Sehgal stood at the floor-to-ceiling window of his 51st-story office, one hand in his pocket, the other loosely holding a glass of scotch he hadn’t touched.

Behind him, the room was silent—sleek furniture, minimalist art, and not a speck out of place. Just like him.

“Do you ever stop working?” came a voice from the door.

Rehan didn’t turn. “I don’t consider existing in silence to be work, Zayn.”

Zayn Raichand walked in, uninvited as always, holding two coffees in hand. He placed one on Rehan’s desk and perched himself on the edge of the couch.

“You’ve been standing there for forty minutes.”

Rehan finally turned, the sharp angle of his jaw catching the early morning light. “Do you want something, or are you here to discuss my posture?”

Zayn smiled. “Actually, I have two things. One, we have to finalize the approval for the Westview cultural zone acquisition. And two...” he hesitated, “you’ve been invited to the city’s Winter Gala.”

Rehan raised an eyebrow. “A gala? I don’t do charity circles.”

“It’s not charity,” Zayn said carefully. “It’s… political. The cultural committee is backing it. If we want that land, you’ll have to play nice for one night.”

Rehan stared at him. Cold. Calculated. “Fine. But I’m not dancing.”

“God forbid,” Zayn muttered with a smirk. “Try not to scare the artists.”

“I’m not here to make friends. I’m here to win.”

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That night, Rehan walked into the Winter Gala like a shadow moving through light. Dressed in black, no tie, no smile. His presence turned heads—not out of admiration, but apprehension.

Zayn trailed behind, greeting people effortlessly, carrying both their social weight.

Rehan scanned the room. Music floated through the air — soft piano over murmurs of laughter. The venue was part art gallery, part ballroom. A wall of paintings caught his eye.

"That one," Zayn said quietly beside him, nodding to a piece — a canvas swirled in chaotic blues and golds, like a storm trying to become sunlight.

“It’s called Unspoken Bonds.” A soft voice answered from behind.

Rehan turned.

There she stood — poised but gentle. A simple dress, paint-stained hands, and eyes that had seen more life than she let on. Not beauty in the obvious sense. Something deeper. Rooted.

“I’m Jen Shah,” she said, offering a polite nod. “I own the studio that painted this collection.”

Zayn smiled. “You’re the eldest Shah sister?”

Jen nodded, noticing Rehan’s piercing gaze on her — unreadable, unkind. She tilted her head slightly. “You don’t like it?”

“I don’t like abstract emotion masquerading as art,” Rehan said coolly. “It’s messy.”

Jen didn’t flinch. “Then maybe you’ve never experienced what it’s trying to say.”

Zayn choked slightly on his drink.

Rehan’s jaw tightened. “And what is it trying to say?”

Jen walked up to the painting, gesturing to the stormy brushwork. “That even in chaos, people can be held together by invisible threads. Love. Family. Loss. Bonds that don’t need words.”

Rehan stared. Not at the painting. At her.

He didn’t reply. He turned and walked away without a word.

Zayn gave her an apologetic look. “That’s the most he’s spoken to anyone tonight. You’ve left a dent.”

Jen smiled softly. “I wasn’t trying to.”

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Outside, Rehan lit a cigarette and stared at the sky.

Invisible threads.

He scoffed.

He didn’t believe in anything he couldn’t control.

Not love. Not family. And certainly not people like her.

But something about her words clung to him like smoke he couldn’t exhale.

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End of Chapter 1

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If Rehan Sehgal’s world was made of silence and steel, Jen Shah’s world was built on laughter, warmth, and a little too much glitter.

The Shah sisters’ home was small, but it had a soul. A sunlit apartment on the top floor of an old building, filled with mismatched cushions, cracked flowerpots, scented candles, half-finished paintings—and love in every corner.

“Shin, stop feeding toast to the dog!” Jen yelled from the kitchen.

“I’m not! He stole it!” Shin replied with a mouthful of jam, clearly lying, as she sat cross-legged on the floor, giggling while their neighbor’s golden retriever licked jam off her fingers.

Jen rolled her eyes, flipping the last paratha onto a plate.

In the living room, Jisha, the second eldest, sat cross-legged on the couch, flipping through her economics notes while sipping chai. She looked up with a half-smile. “You know she bribed that dog with sausage yesterday, right?”

“I’m building trust,” Shin said proudly, “for when I need him to save me from burglars.”

Lyra, the youngest, peeked out from behind her sketchpad. Her big eyes were still sleepy, but her pencil flew across the page, capturing the morning chaos with quiet grace.

Jen placed plates on the table. “Eat first. Then be weird.”

As they gathered, the routine was familiar: Jisha keeping an eye on Shin, Shin being chaos wrapped in sunshine, Lyra barely speaking but always listening, and Jen — making sure everyone ate, laughed, and lived.

They were four pieces of a puzzle no one else understood. No parents. No extended family. Just each other. And somehow, that had always been enough.

“By the way,” Jisha said between bites, “how was the gala last night?”

Jen hesitated.

“Ohhh,” Shin gasped dramatically. “Did you meet any hot rich guys? Like the ones in your romance books?”

“I met a brick wall in a suit,” Jen replied, sipping her tea. “Named Rehan Sehgal.”

Jisha paused. “The Rehan Sehgal?”

“The one and only. Cold as the North Pole. Told me my art was messy.”

Shin gasped again. “You didn’t slap him? I would’ve slapped him with a paintbrush.”

“He’s not worth the brush,” Jen muttered. “Anyway, he’s just a businessman. Probably doesn’t even know how to smile.”

But something about him stuck. Not his rudeness—but the way he had stared at her painting like he was looking at a language he didn’t know how to speak.

Jisha studied Jen’s face. “You’re thinking about him.”

“I’m thinking about how someone can live without any warmth,” Jen said. “It’s sad.”

“Maybe no one ever gave him any,” Lyra whispered, barely audible.

Everyone paused.

Then Shin stood up and announced, “I will personally assign him a nickname. Like… Ice Man.”

“No,” Jisha said. “That’s copyrighted.”

“How about Cold Cuts?”

“Shin, sit down.”

Jen laughed despite herself.

This was their world. Unpolished, loud, soft, honest.

And unknown to her, that very morning, Rehan Sehgal was staring out the window of his high-rise again—still hearing her voice in his head.

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End of Chapter 2

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