Location: A renowned corporate office in Kolkata — “Roy Industries”

Time: 10:45 AM

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(The elevator doors open. A slim young woman rushes out, panting. An office ID hangs around her neck, file in hand, face filled with panic — she is Rupsa.)

Rupsa (to herself):

“Of all days to be late, it had to be today — when the Boss decides to show up early! Just my luck…”

(She quickly adjusts her hair, takes a deep breath, and pushes open the door to her department. The room is unnaturally silent. All eyes turn toward her — some smirk, some exchange glances.)

(Suddenly, a cold, harsh voice rings out from behind.)

Hriday Roy (sternly):

“Miss Sen, the office starts at 10. Do you need a special invitation to remember that?”

(Rupsa freezes and turns around. Hriday Roy — the CEO of Roy Industries — sits inside the glass cabin, his face unreadable, eyes laced with cold disdain. He’s in a tailored suit, rotating his watch with one hand.)

Rupsa (nervously):

“I… I’m sorry, sir… the bus was late…”

Hriday (smirking coldly):

“The bus was late? Or you woke up late, Miss Sen? Let me remind you — Roy Industries is not a kindergarten, and you are not a child. If this happens again, don’t bother applying for leave — bring your resignation letter. Clear?”

(Rupsa’s throat goes dry. She bows her head, hands trembling as she walks to her desk. As she places the file down, her pen falls to the floor. No one says a word.)

Rupsa (in her mind):

“This is the boss? The one they call ‘The Ruthless Roy’? Some say he’s not even human — just a statue of ice. Today, he practically devoured me… how much more of this can I take?”

[Scene: Hriday’s eyes rest on Rupsa for a fleeting moment. His face shows irritation, but there’s a flicker of curiosity in his eyes.]

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Location: Office floor, Rupsa’s desk

(Rupsa sits silently, head still bowed, lips pressed tight. Beside her sits Piyasa — bespectacled, sweet-faced, and always cheerful.)

Piyasa (leaning in):

“Still hearing the echo in your ears? The Boss roasted you alive just now!”

Rupsa (quietly, without lifting her head):

“I just stood there silently… thought I’d wait till he ran out of words.”

(She pauses, then suddenly stands up with a serious expression, hands on her hips, voice mockingly cold like Hriday’s.)

Rupsa (imitating Hriday):

“Miss Sen, is Roy Industries your grandfather’s company that you stroll in whenever you like?

We maintain discipline here! From your attitude, one might think you’re the CEO and I’m the security guard!”

(Piyasa stares in shock, then bursts out laughing!)

😂 Piyasa (laughing hard):

“Girl! If Boss had heard that, not only would you be fired — he might have married you right then and there!”

(Rupsa freezes for a second, then laughs too.)

Rupsa (frowning playfully):

“Ugh, marry him? That cold-blooded, attitude-loaded robot? I’d rather die!”

😂 Piyasa (winking):

“Robot, huh? But his eyes were stuck on you a little too long… maybe the Love Virus is spreading?”

(Rupsa stares wide-eyed, then slams her head onto the desk.)

Rupsa:

“Shut up, Piyasa. One day I will teach this boss of mine what Rupsa Sen really is!”

[Far away in the glass cabin, Hriday sips his coffee. His eyes drift toward Rupsa. His face is unreadable, but for a split second, the cup lingers near his lips… motionless.]

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Location: Hriday’s Cabin, Afternoon

(The glass office door suddenly opens. A handsome, slightly hot-headed young man walks in. Outside, Rupsa and Piyasa peek through the glass. The man walks straight into Hriday’s cabin.)

🧑 Young Man (shutting the door, directly):

“I’ve been thinking about what you said this morning. Are you really serious about getting married?”

Hriday (leaning back, without looking up):

“Yes. I’m going to get married.”

Young Man (shocked):

“Seriously? Just like that?”

Hriday (calmly):

“I want a contract marriage. Six months. That’s it. No strings attached.”

Young Man (bursting out laughing):

“Contract marriage?! What kind of drama are you starting now?”

Hriday (smirking):

“It’s not drama. It’s a necessity. I have my reasons. I just need someone for six months — someone I can trust, who won’t create extra mess.”

(Outside, Rupsa can’t hear anything, but the animated discussion inside sparks her curiosity. Piyasa whispers.)

👩‍💼 Piyasa (whispering):

“What do you think, Rupu? Who do you think Boss wants to marry for six months?”

👩‍💼 Rupsa (averting her gaze):

“I don’t know… don’t want to know. Just hearing that robot-potato’s plans gives me a headache.”

(Suddenly, the cabin door opens. The young man walks out with a mysterious smile. Hriday remains seated, his cold gaze lingering on Rupsa for a moment.)

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Friend (sitting down, stunned):

“You’re seriously going through with this six-month marriage thing? You're saying it like you're ordering a cup of coffee!”

Hriday (placing a file aside):

“I plan everything properly. My family is pressuring me for some reasons. This is the most logical solution. No emotions involved.”

Friend:

“So who are you considering for this… ‘logical’ arrangement?”

Hriday (thinking briefly):

“Piyasa. She’s smart, calm… won’t create sudden drama.”

(Friend bursts out laughing.)

Friend (mocking slightly):

“Piyasa? Bro, she’s your employee, not your babysitter. And your family? They need more than smart — they need someone who can handle them.”

(Hriday looks annoyed.)

Hriday:

“Then tell me — who? Who has the guts to manage me and my family?”

(Friend smiles and glances at the window, where Rupsa is walking by with a file.)

Friend (narrowing eyes):

“Rupsa.”

Hriday (frowning):

“Rupsa?! That irritating copy-cat girl?”

Friend:

“Exactly! I wouldn’t call her irritating — I’d call her adaptable. Whatever you say, her ears get red, but then she mimics you exactly. That means she can survive your world.”

Hriday (silent for a moment, then cold smile forming):

“…Interesting.”

[Location: Office floor – Rupsa and Piyasa sitting at their desks, pretending to work, but clearly distracted]

(Rupsa is spinning her pen, head down. Piyasa nudges her with her shoulder.)

Piyasa (nudging):

“Hey... how come Shiv Sir showed up so early this morning?”

Rupsa (rolling her eyes):

“Not just showed up — he walked straight into the boss’s cabin without even saying hello! That’s not normal.”

👩‍💼 Piyasa (resting her chin on her hand):

“When the boss switches to his robot mode, we get scared enough — now there are two robots in a secret meeting!”

Rupsa (curling her lip):

“You tell me — what was so urgent this morning that Shiv Sir had to come in person? A phone call would’ve done the job!”

Piyasa (in a serious, dramatic tone):

“Feels like there’s a secret mission going on… maybe the boss is marrying a spy!”

(Rupsa bursts out laughing and shakes her head.)

Rupsa (narrowing her eyes):

“If that robot gets married, I’m only worried about how the bride’s going to survive.”

(They both laugh, but Rupsa keeps glancing at the cabin. Her curiosity is obvious. Just then, the cabin door opens… Shiv Sir walks out with a mysterious smile on his face. Rupsa and Piyasa exchange looks.)

Piyasa (whispering softly):

“Rupu... something’s definitely going on.”

Rupsa (eyes wide):

“And whatever it is… it might hit our lives too.”

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[Office – Evening. Everyone is packing up for the day. Rupsa is getting ready to leave]

(Rupsa is tidying up her desk, checks the time, and mutters to herself.)

Rupsa (to herself):

“Ugh… today was a firestorm. I just want to go home, crawl into bed, and disappear…”

(Just then, Piyasa shows up.)

Piyasa:

“You’re heading out? Lucky you… and nobody even yelled at you today!”

(Suddenly, the receptionist’s voice calls out from behind.)

🗣️ Receptionist:

“Rupsa, the Boss is calling you to his cabin.”

(Rupsa freezes. Piyasa widens her eyes.)

Rupsa:

“What?! Now?! I thought today would end peacefully!”

Piyasa (winking):

“Maybe he wants to praise you!”

Rupsa (rolling her eyes):

“Yeah right… maybe he’ll say, ‘Today you worked 97% like me. Now aim for the full 100%.’”

(They both laugh. Rupsa begins walking toward the Boss’s cabin. She pushes the door open and steps inside.)

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[Location change – Hriday’s Cabin. The lighting is dim. He’s quietly staring out the window.]

Rupsa (standing there, hesitant):

“Sir… you called me?”

(Hriday slowly turns and looks at her. He watches her in silence for a few seconds.)

Hriday (in a calm, cool voice):

“I have a question for you, Rupsa.”

Rupsa (startled):

“Yes, sir?”

Hriday (stepping forward slightly):

“Suppose someone offered to marry you for six months — nothing personal, just a contract. What would you say?”

(Rupsa’s eyes go wide. Her mouth falls open. Silence for a few seconds. Her voice trembles.)

Rupsa (slowly):

“Sorry, sir? Is this some kind of prank?”

Hriday (with a faint cold smile):

“I don’t have time for pranks. Just answer.”

(Rupsa stands frozen, stunned. The curtain sways softly. The office is quiet under the evening sky. A beam of light filters through the window, falling straight into her eyes.)

[Location: Hriday’s Cabin – Dim lighting, Rupsa is still standing, staring at her boss]

👩‍💼 Rupsa (thinking to herself):

“Oh god! This must be some sort of roleplay test before a big project… Yes, probably that!”

(She smiles lightly and says:)

👩‍💼 Rupsa:

“Well, sir, if that man is offering a lot of money… maybe I’ll consider it.”

(Hriday keeps looking at her for a moment, then says in a calm, flat tone:)

🧑‍💼 Hriday (coolly):

“I think so.”

(Rupsa laughs, voice slightly shaky:)

Rupsa:

“You mean… I guessed right? This isn’t about a project?”

(Hriday remains silent. No smile. He just sits down and flips through some files. Then, he looks directly at her.)

🧑‍💼 Hriday:

“There’s a contract marriage proposal. Six months. No emotions. In exchange—money. And a few other benefits.”

(Rupsa is stunned again. Her smile fades. She stands frozen.)

👩‍💼 Rupsa (softly, with a trembling voice):

“You’re… serious?”

🧑‍💼 Hriday (with a firm look):

“Yes. You have time to think. But not much.”

(Silence in the cabin. Outside, night has fallen. Rupsa stands still, realizing—this isn’t a drill. This is real.)

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[Scene: Outside Hriday’s cabin – moments later]

Rupsa is trying to open the door when Piyasa walks in.

Piyasa (curious):

“Hey! Why did the boss call you again so suddenly? What happened?”

Rupsa pauses. Her hand on the door handle. Her face looks unusually calm.

Rupsa (gently):

“Nothing… nothing much.”

Piyasa (frowning):

“You’re lying. Your face says something else. Did he scold you?”

Rupsa smiles faintly, avoiding eye contact.

Rupsa:

“I’m just really tired, Piyasa. I’ll tell you later…”

She slowly enters her cabin and quietly closes the door behind her.

Piyasa (to herself, whispering):

“Something’s definitely off…”

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[Scene: Rupsa’s home – night]

Rupsa brings warm water from the kitchen and sits beside her mother. Her mother is lying down, eyes closed, a thin sheet over her. Occasional coughs shake the room.

Rupsa (gently):

“Ma, I’m applying a warm compress… bear with it, you’ll feel better.”

Her mother barely nods, pain visible on her face.

Rupsa holds her mother’s hand. Her eyes well up, but she doesn’t cry in front of her.

Rupsa (thinking):

“Mom’s medicine, injections, diet… everything’s become so expensive. Whatever savings I had… all gone.”

Hriday’s face flashes in her mind.

Hriday’s voice (flashback):

“If someone is okay marrying me for six months… I’ll pay whatever she asks for.”

Rupsa sits in silence. She pulls the sheet gently over her mother.

Rupsa (to herself):

“Can I really do this? Just for six months… just for money… for Ma?”

Suddenly, thunder crashes outside. The window panes tremble. Rupsa flinches, then hugs her mother tighter.

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[Scene: Hriday’s Office – morning]

Rupsa slowly walks into her boss’s cabin. There’s hesitation in her voice, but her face is steady. Hriday is at his desk going through some files. He looks up.

Hriday (calmly):

“Yes?”

Rupsa (clearly):

“I agree.”

Hriday (raising an eyebrow):

“Excuse me?”

Rupsa:

“What you said yesterday… six months marriage… I accept.”

Hriday (eyes widen slightly):

“…Seriously?”

Rupsa nods. Her expression is firm.

Rupsa:

“Just one condition — I want everything in writing. Contract, terms, payment. All of it legally documented.”

Hriday (surprised):

“…Interesting. I didn’t expect you to say yes.”

Rupsa (coolly):

“People like you are fun to surprise.”

A smirk tugs at Hriday’s lips.

Hriday:

“Fine. Let’s make this official then.”

Rupsa turns and walks out. Hriday watches her leave, a mysterious glint in his eyes.

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[Scene: Hriday’s Cabin – after Rupsa leaves]

Hriday leans back in his chair, a faint, unreadable smile on his lips. Just then, Shiv bursts in.

Shiv (excitedly):

“Good morning, sir! Rupsa ma’am was here, right? What did she say?”

Hriday (calmly):

“She said yes.”

Shiv (shocked):

“What?! Rupsa ma’am agreed? Seriously?”

Hriday:

“Yes. Contract marriage. Six months. She asked for full documentation. Quite professional, I must say.”

Shiv (in disbelief):

“But… I thought you were joking… She literally avoids your name like it’s the plague!”

Hriday (lightly smiling):

“Apparently, life surprises us both, Shiv.”

Shiv:

“So… what now?”

Hriday (serious tone):

“Draft the contract. Today. With full legal terms. And make sure my mother doesn’t find anything wrong with it.”

Shiv (scratching his head):

“Ugh… convincing Mom is going to be the real challenge!”

Hriday (coolly):

“That’s your problem now, Shiv.”

Shiv walks out grumbling, muttering under his breath:

Shiv:

“Boss drops one bomb after another, and I’m left defusing them… This marriage might just turn out to be an office landmine!”