Full Name: Aariz Khan
Age: 26
Nationality: Pakistani
Profession: Assistant Director, ISI (Inter-Services Intelligence)
Appearance: Height: 6'1". Sharp jawline. Intense hazel eyes that burn with a calm fire. Off-duty, he prefers traditional Pathani suits-simple, dignified. In uniform, he exudes complete control. A crescent-shaped scar rests beneath his chin-the story behind it is a secret known to no one in the ISI.
Personality: Strategic. Disciplined. Unshakeably loyal. He believes more in the idea of a nation than in the men who lead it. Rooted in faith, but not blinded by it-he respects intellect, even when it belongs to the enemy. A silent storm: he speaks little, but every word carries weight. Privately, he carries a soft corner for poetry-especially Faiz Ahmed Faiz-though he keeps that tenderness hidden. Deeply observant. Notices things others miss-a tremble in the voice, the flicker of hesitation in a gaze. He has never let emotions interfere with duty. Until Fatima enters.
Backstory: Born and raised in Lahore. Son of a retired Brigadier and a school principal. Raised on the principle that emotion is the enemy of mission. Once betrayed by a close friend inside the intelligence community-he never truly recovered from that. He lost someone dear in a drone strike. That moment rewrote him. It didn't just scar him—it shaped his entire worldview. He believes peace is possible... but only through power.
Connection to Fatima: Assigned to monitor Fatima during a covert intelligence operation. At first, it's protocol. Surveillance. Distance. But she disarms him-her innocence, her mind, her silence. He begins to suspect she's more than she appears. But instead of confronting that suspicion, he buries it. Eventually, the man who never allowed his heart to speak ...becomes the reason Chhayika faces her hardest test.
مجھے معلوم ہے کہ میں ملک اور محبت کے بیچ چہرہ کھو نہ ہوں
لیکن اگر موت اُس کے ہاتھوں لکھی ہو، تو وہ خود ایک حسین تقدیر ہے
[I know I will lose my identity somewhere between love and loyalty to my nation,
but if death is written by her hands, then even that is a beautiful destiny.]
میں اُس کی موت کو بھی محبت سمجھ بیٹھا ہوں
[I mistook even her death for love.]
- Aariz Khan