[ BEDROOM – NIGHT – 12:03 AM]
Alvira lies on her side, eyes glued to her screen, heart racing. The screen glows in the dark as another video plays — a fancam of Taejun smiling, waving toward the fans.
Alvira (softly):
"You don't know me…
But you look like you do."
She replays the moment where Taejun points at the crowd and grins. She pauses the video — it looks like he's pointing at her.
Alvira (half-laughing, half-crying):
"What are you doing to me, Taejun?"
[BATHROOM – MORNING – SCHOOL DAY]
Alvira stands in front of the mirror, brushing her hair. Her eyes are tired — sleep-deprived but dreamy. She uses a Korean skincare product she ordered in secret. Her sister peeks in.
Younger Sister (teasing):
"Using toner again? Trying to be like your Taejun's girlfriend?"
Alvira (faking annoyance):
"Shut up. Just go."
Younger Sister (smirking):
"Say hi to your invisible boyfriend for me."
Door shuts. Alvira laughs bitterly.
[SCHOOL – CLASSROOM – FREE PERIOD]
Alvira sits at her desk, head down, pretending to study. But inside her book is a diary — pages filled with her thoughts and little hearts around Taejun's name.
> "I wish I could be in that crowd, scream your name, just once.
I wish I could be the one you wave to."
A girl next to her glances over but doesn't say anything. Alvira quickly shuts the diary.
Alvira (voiceover):
"No one gets it. No one sees how real it is… to me."
[BEDROOM – LATE NIGHT – DUAA TIME]
Alvira makes wudu, her heart heavy. She spreads her prayer mat, prays Isha, and then remains in sujood longer than usual. Whispering through tears:
Alvira (in sujood):
"Ya Allah… this is a test, isn't it?
I know this love isn't right. He's not from my world.
But this pain… this longing…
Please remove it… or make it halal… someday.
I'm tired of crying silently."
She sits back. Eyes puffy, lips trembling.
[ MIDDLE OF CLASS – NEXT DAY]
Teacher is explaining trigonometry. Alvira stares out the window.
Alvira (voiceover):
"Why do I feel so out of place?
Even among friends… I feel like a ghost.
Because my heart lives somewhere else."
Suddenly her phone buzzes. Secretly hidden under her hijab, she checks the notification.
📲 Taejun posted a story.
She quickly opens it: It's a mirror selfie with the caption:
> "Feeling tired but blessed. Hope you're smiling too 💙"
Her heart skips. She screenshots it instantly, then deletes her history.
[ BEDROOM – EVENING – JOURNAL ENTRY]
Alvira writes under the flickering light of her study lamp.
> "You posted again.
I don't even exist in your world… yet you exist in every breath of mine."
"Why am I still waiting?
For what?
For you to look past the million fans and find me?
You don't even know I'm alive."
[FAMILY LIVING ROOM – LUNCH – FRIDAY]
Alvira sits with her family. Her father mentions a girl from their area getting married at 19.
Father:
"Marriage should happen early. Less distractions. And no nonsense like these boys and bands."
Mother:
"Especially these Korean ones. What's wrong with our own culture?"
Alvira swallows hard. She stabs her food quietly.
Alvira (voiceover):
"They don't even know.
If they ever found out I love a non-Muslim idol…
They would never forgive me."
[ BEDROOM – NIGHT – TAHAJJUD TIME]
Alvira is alone in the silent night. A soft glow from her lamp. She places her head on the prayer mat again.
Alvira (whispering in sujood):
"Make me strong…
Either give me peace… or make my dream come true in a way that pleases You.
Don't let me go astray for this love.
If it's haram, take it away.
But if there's even a one percent chance…
make it halal."
[ BEDROOM – FINAL MONOLOGUE – DIARY]
Camera pans over a diary entry:
> "I know I'm just a fan.
But in another world… maybe I was your person.
Maybe we stood under the same sky…
and you heard my prayer through the stars."
[TO BE CONTINUED…]