FALLING FOR MY ENEMY

Ep -1

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Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

The staircase creaked like an old wound.

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

And I walked down—one bag, zero emotion, and a house full of people who wanted me dead… or worse, ordinary.

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

They waited below. My family.

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

Except family’s too soft a word for people who cheered louder when you broke.

Naina Rathore {FL STEPMOM}

(smiling like poison wears pearls) "Shaadi ki umar mein law school? Tum toh waise bhi naam bigaadne mein expert ho, Abhishree." "Law school at this age? You’ve always been good at ruining our name, Abhishree

Sameer Rathore {FL DAD}

(dripping sarcasm) "Rathoreon ka kalank. Apni maa ko kha gayi, aur ab degree khaane jaa rahi hai." "The disgrace of the Rathores. Ate her own mother, now she’ll eat a degree too."

Naina Rathore {FL STEPMOM}

(adjusting her watch like time disgusted her) "Kuch log kabhi izzat nahi kama sakte. Sirf sympathy ka drama karte hain." "Some people never earn respect. They only act for sympathy."

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

I didn’t speak. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink.

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

My silence wasn’t weakness. It was a loaded gun wrapped in lipstick

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

My voice used to shake. Now it sliced.

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

I Reached the final step. Shoes black. Eyes sharp. Clothes loose—because power never needs tight stitching.

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

And then came the real thunder.

[Door opens. Wind follows. And so does the storm in a suit.]

The house froze. Stepmom swallowed her words. Dad stood up like the devil entered his living room.

And to be fair—he had.

Rudra Rathore {FL UNCLE}

(Mafia Don. Love of my ruined life.) "Hello, Honey. Ready to leave the zoo?"

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

(with a smile like sin) "Tum na aaye hote, Sweetheart… Toh main bolne hi wali thi." "If you hadn’t come, Sweetheart… I was just about to speak."

Rudra Rathore {FL UNCLE}

(laughing softly) "Achha hua nahi boli. Warna yeh log chup nahi—gaayab ho jaate." "Good thing you didn’t. Or they wouldn’t just shut up—they’d disappear."

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

They called me a disgrace. A shadow. A shame.

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

Funny. Shadows don’t disappear in sunlight. They get sharper.

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

I walked out without a goodbye. Only a smile. And the sound of my shoes echoing like justice on marble.

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

They thought they broke me.

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

But I’m a Rathore.

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

And some legacies come back in stilettos.

That's it for now 😁

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EP 2

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ABHISHREE'S POV

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

Cities don’t welcome people like me.

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

They pretend to. Smile at my scholarship, clap for my grades, bow for my silence.

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

But I’ve learned the truth.

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

They don’t welcome girls like me.

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

They brace for impact.

Girl 1

(whispers) “Woh Abhishree Rathore hai na?” “Sunaa usne last year ek ladke ki wrist tod di thi. Bas kyunki usne uska dupatta kheench liya tha…” "That’s Abhishree Rathore, right?" "Heard she broke a guy’s wrist last year just for pulling her dupatta…"

Girl 2

(whispers) “Yaar, she’s insanely pretty. Woh aankhon mein kuch hota hai... like—cold fire.” “Par koi uske paas jaane ki himmat nahi karta.” "Man, she’s crazy pretty. Her eyes? Like cold fire." "But no one dares go near her."

Boy 1

(in whisper) “Wahi Rathore? Jisko uske khud ke ghar waale witch bolte hain?” "That Rathore girl? The one her own family calls a witch?"

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

My bag was heavy. But their whispers were lighter than what I’d carried before.

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

Trauma doesn’t need a megaphone.

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

Sometimes, all it takes… Is one look that says “Shut. The. Hell. Up.”

[Scene Shift: Hostel Check-in | Common Area | Room Allocation Board]

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

I scanned the list like it had personally offended me.

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

And then I saw it.

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

My name.

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

Next to his.

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

Ekansh. Rajvanshi. The boy who once held my secrets like treasure. Then threw them like confetti for a crowd.

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

“Well played, fate. You could’ve given me a room with rats. But instead, you handed me a snake in designer shoes.”

[Scene Shift: Hostel Hallway | Room 207 | Door creaks open]

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

The first thing I noticed wasn’t the boy.

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

It was the cologne.

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

Then I saw him.

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

Sitting on the bed like he owned the floor.

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

White shirt. Black jeans. Eyes like sin. Mouth like a dare.

Ekansh Rajvanshi {ML}

(without looking up) “Wow. Tu ab bhi zinda hai?” "Wow. You’re still alive?"

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

(calmly placing her bag down) “Tum ab bhi bol rahe ho. Disappointment.” "And you’re still speaking. Disappointing."

[Silence. Thick. Familiar. Deadly.]

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

His eyes finally met mine.

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

And there it was.

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

The same boy who once promised to protect my voice—

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

And then used it as a joke.

Ekansh Rajvanshi {ML}

(smirking) “Nice hoodie. Still hiding behind fabric?”

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

“Still hiding behind sarcasm? Cute.”

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

I walked to my side of the room, threw my hoodie off.

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

And for the first time… I let him see what I’d become.

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

The healed voice. The hardened heart. The hollow I’d filled with fury.

Author

From the healed voice it means that her voice was raspy before which was due to the screams when her stepmom tortured her.

Ekansh Rajvanshi {ML}

(low, surprised) “Tumhari awaaz…?” "Your voice…?"

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

(deadpan) “Zinda hai. Tere jaise logon ko sunwaane ke liye nahi.” "It’s alive. But not to entertain people like you."

That's it for now 😄

See you guys later 😃

Till then 💋

EP 3

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[Scene: Delhi Law Campus | Mock Courtroom | First Years Trial Simulation Round One]

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

Law school smells like ambition and fresh betrayal.

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

And coffee. Always cheap coffee

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

I walked into the mock courtroom, hoodie off. Hair tied like a threat.

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

They stared.

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

Not because I was loud But because I was unbothered.

Girl 1

(whispering) “Woh hai na? The one who broke someone’s jaw in 12th grade…” "That’s her, right? The one who broke a guy’s jaw back in school..."

Girl 2

(adjusting her glasses nervously) “She’s like... so pretty it’s illegal. But also like she might actually be illegal.” "She’s so pretty it’s criminal. But also… might actually be a criminal."

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

I took my seat. Front row.

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

Because I didn’t sit in corners anymore. I am the corner people whisper about.

Aayush Sharma {Proffesser}

(reading list) “Group 3—Prosecution: Abhishree Rathore. Defence: Ekansh Rajvanshi.”

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

Destiny has a cruel sense of humor.

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

Because of course—he was my opposition.

Ekansh Rajvanshi {ML}

(from across the room, slow smirk) “Kya baat hai, madam Rathore. Ab tumhare paas awaaz bhi hai… aur courtroom bhi.” "Wow, Miss Rathore. Now you’ve got your voice and a courtroom."

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

(calmly flipping through her notes) “Awaaz toh tumne mujhe tod ke di thi. Courtroom… maine khud banayi hai.” "You gave me my voice by breaking it. The courtroom? I built it myself."

[The Room: SILENCE.]

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

The case was fictional. But my arguments weren’t.

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

I spoke like I had fire in my throat and facts in my veins.

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

I didn’t see an ex-best friend. I saw an opponent.

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

(to the jury) “Objection, Your Honour. Opposition is using emotion. I suggest we use law instead.”

Ekansh Rajvanshi {ML}

(gritting teeth, whispering to himself) “Tere liye emotion hi bacha tha…” "Emotion was all I had left for you..."

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

I won.

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

Obviously.

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

He didn’t even try to argue.

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

Just stood there, staring like he’d lost more than a case.

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

The room clapped.

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

I didn’t smile.

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

I never smile for applause.

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

I smile when I’m done destroying the room.

Girl 1

(from behind) “She didn’t even raise her voice…” “Bas dekha… aur sab chup ho gaye.” "She didn’t even raise her voice..." "She just looked—and everyone went silent."

[Scene Shift: Hostel Hallway | Later That Night]

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

Ekansh followed two steps behind. He didn’t speak. I didn’t offer words.

Ekansh Rajvanshi {ML}

(finally, bitter) “Tujhe lagta hai tum jeet gayi ho?” "You think you’ve won?"

Abhishree Rathore {Fl}

(without turning around) “Main jeet gayi hoon? Baby, I am the win.” "I think I’ve won? Darling, I am the win."

Author

That's it for now 😺

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See you guys later 😃

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Till then 💋

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