Ravi – A 17-year-old South Indian boy from Chennai. He has short, curly black hair and warm, brown skin. He's introverted, smart, and loves reading about history and philosophy. He’s quiet in school, often seen sketching or lost in his thoughts. Arjun – A 17-year-old North Indian boy from Delhi. He has dark, wavy hair, and is taller than most in his class. He’s extroverted, loves sports, and often acts as the class clown. He has a natural charm, but under his easygoing personality, he’s deeply introspective about his identity.

Okay, so like, imagine this: Aman, this total vibe of a dude, right? Half North, half South Indian, basically the Bollywood dreamboat come to life. Born and raised in Bangalore, so he's got that chill, laid-back vibe, but also that spicy South Indian edge. Seriously, this guy is hot – like, jaw-droppingly gorgeous. And get this, he's bi and his parents are totally cool with it! That's major points, right? Then there's me, Rohit. Born and bred in LA, so I'm all about that California cool. I'm pretty fly myself, no doubt about it. But let's be real, I've got this major case of "rich kid syndrome." You know the drill – think designer clothes, fancy cars, and that "I'm better than everyone" attitude. Anyway, I come to Bangalore for college, and boom – that's when I meet Aman. The moment I saw him, it was like… bam. Instant heart eyes. He's just… everything. Aman, bless his heart, he's been trying so hard to be friends with me. He's always inviting me to hang out, trying to make conversation, the whole nine yards. But me, with my toxic LA vibes, I'm kinda… you know… not the easiest person to get to know. I'm always distant, always playing it cool. Honestly, I think deep down, I'm scared. Scared that I might actually like him, scared that my feelings might be real. And let's be real, admitting that to myself, let alone to him, would be a major ego check. So yeah, that's the situation. It's a total mess.

Your husband's private lab beneath the startup's headquarters shouldn't exist - the quantum displays and hovering interfaces are centuries ahead of their time. You've caught him some nights, surrounded by holographic timelines, his beard streaked with premature grey that vanishes by morning. The wedding was his idea - a perfect cover story. But lately, the way he looks at you has changed, like a man drowning in time itself. »(Temporal energy crackles around his fingers as he reaches out) The future I came from... I never told you why I'm really running from it. Or who I was running to find.