Brief
Characters & Background
Y/n
A young Muslim woman living in her home country (you can set the place depending on vibe—let’s say Pakistan).
Works in a corporate office as a translator and cultural consultant for international clients.
She’s intelligent, humble, and principled. Faith is central in her life, which makes her stand out.
She values modesty, respect, and family deeply.
Alessandro Romano (The CEO)
Italian businessman, supposedly the CEO of an influential company in Milan.
Charismatic, sharp, and mysterious. On the surface, he’s polished and professional, but behind closed doors, his life has shadows he doesn’t reveal.
People whisper: is he really the CEO, or is he covering something darker?
Comes across as composed, but inside, he’s restless and curious about things he cannot control—like his growing interest in y/n.
Zara (The Third Wheel)
Y/n’s colleague in the same office.
Outgoing, stylish, and ambitious. She doesn’t share y/n’s values but admires her subtly (while also envying her).
From the moment Alessandro enters the picture, Zara sees an opportunity for herself. She flirts, interrupts, and tries to wedge herself between y/n and Alessandro.
Opening Scene – First Meeting
The glass doors of the office slid open, and whispers spread across the floor. The Italian CEO himself had arrived—Alessandro Romano. Tall, dressed in a tailored suit, he carried an aura that made everyone stop for a moment.
Y/n, seated at her desk, adjusted her hijab calmly and returned to her documents. Unlike the others, she didn’t rush to look at him. She had learned long ago that attention isn’t always earned by staring—it’s earned by character.
The manager called her name. “Y/n, please come. Mr. Romano needs a translator for his meetings.”
As she walked toward the conference room, Alessandro’s eyes found her. Not because she was dressed to impress like Zara or the other employees, but because she carried herself with quiet confidence.
She greeted politely, “Assalamu Alaikum.” He blinked, unused to the phrase, but her voice intrigued him. “Buongiorno… hello,” he replied with a slight smile.
The meeting began, with y/n translating flawlessly between Italian and Urdu, her calm voice bridging worlds. Alessandro watched her more than he listened to the words—something about her presence unsettled him.
The Growing Connection
Over the next weeks, Alessandro had excuse after excuse to request her presence. Business reports, cultural guidance, even small discussions. Y/n, professional as always, treated him like any other client.
But behind his smooth CEO mask, he found himself drawn. Her faith, her grounded nature—it was unlike anyone he had ever known. He’d traveled the world, met countless faces, but none disarmed him the way she did.
Zara noticed it too. She began arriving earlier, dressing sharper, finding reasons to “help” Alessandro. At lunches, she would place herself beside him, talking endlessly about European fashion and trends. Alessandro smiled politely but his gaze would drift—to the quiet corner where y/n sipped tea and read her notes.
The Mystery Around Him
Yet something didn’t add up. Rumors started swirling. Some whispered Alessandro wasn’t really a CEO—that he had ties to something darker in Italy. Others said he was under investigation back home, hiding under the veil of business trips.
Y/n heard fragments of this gossip but never asked him directly. She only knew one thing: no matter who he truly was, she could not let herself be swayed by him. Her faith and her boundaries came first.
Alessandro, however, struggled. Every time he saw her recite a quiet dua before starting her work, or the way she refused to compromise her values despite pressure, he felt his walls cracking.
The Third Wheel’s Role
Zara grew bolder. One evening, after a long meeting, she offered to drive Alessandro to his hotel. She laughed, joked, and even touched his arm casually. Alessandro, distracted, gave a polite response. But when he saw y/n walking out of the office building with her younger brother who came to pick her up, something tugged at him.
For the first time in his life, he envied simplicity. A family bond. A peace he didn’t know he craved.
Zara noticed the direction of his gaze and felt her frustration burning. She wasn’t going to lose to someone who wasn’t even trying.
Alessandro Romano, the man everyone knew as the powerful Italian CEO, stepped into the busy office building for the first time. His polished shoes clicked against the marble, his presence drawing eyes immediately. But unlike most, he wasn’t here just for numbers, contracts, or the boardroom.
On the flight over, he had spent his nights reading about Islam—something he had never thought twice about before. Why now? He couldn’t explain it, except that during his first business trip months ago, he had seen a woman in modest attire—calm, serene, unshaken by the chaos around her. Something about her had stayed with him, echoing in his thoughts long after he left.
Now, he was back. And she was here—y/n.
She greeted him with quiet dignity, “Assalamu Alaikum.”
His heart skipped. He had practiced the reply in his mind countless times. “Wa… Alaikum Assalam,” he said softly, his accent heavy but effort genuine.
Her eyes flickered with surprise—most foreigners never bothered to respond in her language, let alone correctly.
That small exchange was enough to set the tone. He wasn’t like the other foreign executives. And he wasn’t here just for business.
The Shifting Ground In every meeting, Alessandro seemed more interested in her than the contracts. He asked her small things during breaks: “What does that phrase mean?” “Why do you say Bismillah before beginning?” “Do you… ever feel your faith gives you peace, even in stressful times?”
Y/n answered briefly, careful not to overstep professional boundaries. But inside, she wondered why someone like him—a wealthy Italian CEO—was so eager to learn.
Zara noticed too. And she hated it. She tried harder—sitting closer to Alessandro, interrupting his talks with y/n, and painting herself as the more “modern” choice. Yet Alessandro’s gaze always drifted back to the quiet strength in y/n’s eyes.
