Our Love Was Never Scripted

THE "UNKNOWN" SAVAGE

Arav picked up his bag and began his walk as if nothing had happened. Behind him, the father of the children he had saved ran forward. "Wait! Please, tell us your name! We want to thank you properly!"

Arav didn't stop. He gave a half-wave over his shoulder. "My name is Unknown. There's no need for thanks."

The little boy looked up at his father. "Father, why is his name 'Unknown'? Is he a ghost?"

"No, son," the father whispered, watching Arav disappear into the crowd of cherry blossoms. "Some people do good works because it's their nature, not for the fame. He wants to stay hidden, but today, he's a hero."

Arav enjoyed his walk, stopping for a light breakfast at a street stall. He arrived at the office exactly on time, greeting his co-workers with a polite nod before diving into his code.

THE KHURANA GLOBAL TOWER - CEO OFFICE

Aisha slammed her car keys on the desk. Her manager stood nearby, trembling.

"Is there something wrong with me?" Aisha demanded, gesturing to her reflection. "Am I not beautiful? Why doesn't he look at me? Why did he drop me like a sack of potatoes in that lift?!"

"Ma'am... you are the most beautiful woman in the Empire," the manager stammered. "But... maybe his 'taste' is different? Every man has a weakness. We just haven't found his."

"You've had four boyfriends, haven't you?" Aisha paced the room. "What is the secret? How do I break him?"

Before the manager could answer, Aisha's phone buzzed. It was Ryuji.

"Three days left, little sister," Ryuji's voice was mocking. "Your one-week deadline for the first stage of the bet is coming up. If he hasn't fallen for you by then... your business career is over. Pack your bags for home."

"Stop calling me! I have it under control!" Aisha screamed and hung up.

In his own high-tier office, Ryuji turned to his senior secretary. "Tell me honestly. What do you think of this Arav Agarwal for my sister?"

The secretary adjusted his glasses. "Honestly, Sir? He is a hundred times better than the 'playboys' she usually dates. He is a genius in tech and, more importantly, he is grounded. He follows tradition."

"Tradition?"

"Yes, Sir. Aisha is making a mistake. She's wearing designer 'one-pieces' and acting like a high-end model. But Arav is a traditionalist. He values modesty and sincerity. The more she tries to be 'High-Fi,' the more she pushes him away. He doesn't see a beautiful woman; he sees a headache."

Ryuji spun his pen between his fingers, looking out at the city. "A traditional soul in a modern world... interesting. If she doesn't change her strategy, she'll lose the bet. But I'm curious—is he a 'Gold Digger' waiting for a bigger prize, or is he actually this pure? We'll find out soon."

NIGHT FOUR: THE LIFT TRAP

The live stream was buzzing with anticipation. Live Viewers: 2,500,000.

Aisha decided to go for the "Drunk and Vulnerable" trope. She drenched herself in expensive perfume and a bit of wine to smell the part, then waited in the hotel lift. As Arav entered, she began to stumble, her eyes "blurred" and hazy.

"Ohhh... I feel so dizzy..." she moaned, leaning toward him. She prepared to collapse into his arms, certain that he would have to hold her close.

As she lunged forward, Arav didn't catch her. He stepped to the side with a speed that made the camera glitch.

"HELP! HELP!" Arav suddenly started shouting, backing into the corner of the lift. "Security! Someone save me! This woman is trying to steal my dignity! I am a delicate young man! HELP!"

LIVE CHAT: 5,000,000 VIEWERS

LMAO_King: 'Delicate young man'! I can't breathe! He's calling for help!

Savage_Fan: Look at Aisha's face! She's stunned!

Aisha, seeing her plan failing, tried to grab his arm. "Stop shouting, you i***t! I'm just... I'm just sick!"

In the blink of an eye—so fast that even the 4K cameras only caught a blur—Arav's hand moved. He delivered a precise, light strike to the back of her neck.

Aisha's eyes rolled back, and she went limp. Arav caught her by the collar of her shirt, keeping her from hitting the floor, but he didn't look romantic. He looked like he was holding a bag of trash.

"This lift is becoming a hazard," Arav muttered.

THE ROOM 810 CALL

As soon as he reached his floor, Arav stepped over Aisha's unconscious body and went into his room. He immediately picked up the hotel phone.

"Reception? Yes, this is Room 810. There is a drunk, crazy woman in Lift Number 12. She tried to assault me. Please have your team remove her immediately. She's ruining the reputation of this five-star hotel. Why do you let such people in?"

"We are so sorry, Mr. Agarwal! We will handle it right away!"

LIVE CHAT:

User99: He reported her to the manager! He wants her kicked out of the hotel! HAHAHA!

Empire_Pride: She got 'neutralized' like a common thug. Is this guy a secret Ninja?

Two female security guards arrived and lifted Aisha. As they moved her, she started to wake up, rubbing the back of her neck.

"That... that brat..." she hissed. "How is he so strong? My neck feels like it was hit by a steel bar."

The guards tried to lead her away, but Aisha ripped her arm back. She pulled out her checkbook and scribbled a massive number.

"This hotel is mine for the next month," she growled, shoving the check into the guard's hand. "Whatever happens here, you see nothing. You hear nothing. Am I clear?"

The guards looked at the amount of zeros on the check. They bowed instantly. "Perfectly clear, Ma'am. Have a nice evening."

Aisha stumbled toward the exit, her head spinning. Her manager was waiting outside with the car. "Ma'am! Do you need a hospital? Your neck—"

"I don't need a hospital," Aisha spat, looking back at the door of Room 810. "I need a new plan. He wants 'Traditional'? Fine. Tomorrow, I'll give him so much tradition he won't know what hit him.