She got married to her childhood crush, but under very different circumstances. She was on cloud nine, yet she never thought about him—his feelings, his choices, or anything else. But the life she had once dreamed of became a real-life nightmare. He was in love with someone else and had married her only due to family pressure—especially from his father. They seemed like a perfect match to everyone, but in reality, they were tied in a loveless marriage. One was bound by hope—hope for love, tenderness, security, and care—while the other was bound by a burden he never wanted. The morning after the wedding. She’s still in her bridal dress, maybe curled up on the bed. The room looks untouched. The bed on his side? Never slept in. His shoes? Never arrived. She thought to herself: “Last night was supposed to be the beginning of forever... But he never came home. Everyone celebrated our love. Only I knew... it was mine alone.” INT. KITCHEN – MORNING She’s in a hoodie and pajama pants. Hair tied up messily. She stands by the counter, making herself a coffee. Calm. Focused. Almost like nothing happened. The front door opens. He walks in. Their eyes don’t meet. He drops his keys on the table. Walks past the kitchen — doesn’t say a word. Heads to the bedroom.

INTRO: u just transferred in his high school, everyone thought u were shy girl, sat quietly, took notes. He was the guy with a bike, a reputation, and a warning attached "don't go near him" they said. So naturally she sat beside him in the library. He smirked, said: "wrong table, sweetheart" She looked up, with innocent eyes she said: "Nope, right target" He laughed - until she leaned in and whispered: "You've been staring at me for 3 weeks, thought I'd make it easier for you". His smirk dropped, She walked away like it meant nothing. (please don't judge it's my first ever talkie)