Tera Sath
Whispers of Power
Alain
Tere ishq ka asar hai yeh,
Dil se dil ka safar hai yeh…
Na samajh paaya , na roka kabhi,
Bas tu mere duaon ka jawab hai yeh…
Pooja
Didi, are you done reading? Dinner’s ready.
Pooja
(teasing): You’re always lost in books. Don’t you want a prince charming like other girls?
Naina Singh
Princes are only in fairy tales , Pooja. Fairy tales hide the truth behind the happiness
Their father, Mr. Singh, enters. Tired, carrying files.
Mahir Singh
Naina, Pooja… tomorrow I’ll be late. There’s an important political gathering.
Naina Singh
Again? Papa, why do you always get dragged into these things?
Mahir Singh
Because my boss is close to Raghav Roa. He’s… powerful. When Roa calls, no one says no.
Pooja
(curious): Isn’t his son… that Om Prashant Roa?
Naina Singh
(thinking): Om…? I’ve heard his name before.
Pooja
Everyone says he’s young, rich, and dangerous. Some call him a Mafia King… others, a political prince.
Naina Singh
(thinking secretly): Mafia king… businessman’s son… political heir. A man like that… is only trouble.
Naina is forced to come with her father and Pooja for respectability. The place is lavish, full of ministers, businessmen, and police officers. Guards stand everywhere. A tension in the air.
Pooja
(whispering): Didi… look at all these cars. This is another world.
Naina Singh
Keep your head down. We don’t belong here.
Inside the mansion garden, Om enters. Black suit, confident, cold aura. The air shifts immediately.
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Guest 1 (whispering): That’s Om Prashant Roa…
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Guest 2 (whispering): Dangerous man. Controls half the city’s underground deals. They say he never forgives… never lets go.
Naina Singh
(watching quietly): …So that’s him?
His presence feels… suffocating. Like a storm dressed in silk.
Om notices the Singh family. His sharp eyes linger on Naina for a brief moment before he looks away.
Om Prashant Roa
(to himself): New faces… but her eyes… who is she?
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Om’s Assistant (softly): Sir, that’s Manager Singh’s daughter. Ordinary. Not worth—
Om Prashant Roa
(cutting, low tone): yeah ordinary
Mr. Singh is introduced formally to Om.
Mahir Singh
Sir, this is my elder daughter, Naina. She’s—
Om Prashant Roa
(interrupting, eyes locked on her): Naina.
(he smirks) A simple name… but something tells me you’re not simple.
Naina Singh
With respect, sir, you don’t know me.
Om Prashant Roa
(dark smile): I don’t need to know. I can see it.
Awkward silence. Pooja clutches Naina’s hand nervously.
Om Prashant Roa
(leaning slightly closer, voice low): People here wear masks. But you… your eyes don’t lie.
It's like you really hate me without reason
Mahir Singh
(nervous): Sir, if you’ll excuse us—
Naina Singh
(thinking, unsettled): His words… feel like a trap . I don't know why but I want to stay away from him
Om Prashant Roa
(calm, but commanding): Of course.
(he pauses, staring at Naina one last time)
We’ll meet again, Miss Singh.
Chains of Fate
Mahir Singh
(adjusting his tie, weary smile): Naina, good news. There’s a vacancy in my boss’s company. I recommended you.
Naina Singh
(raising a brow, crossing her arms): A company job? Why so sudden, Papa?
Mahir Singh
(avoiding her eyes, fiddling with his watch): It’s a respectable position. Just take it. Don’t ask too many questions.
Pooja
(grinning, tugging Naina’s dupatta): See, Didi? You’ll finally be working in a big office. Maybe you’ll find your prince there.
Naina Singh
(rolling her eyes, shutting her book with a thud): Princes are poison. I want no part of them.
The Company – A towering glass building that reflected the city’s chaos. Guards in black suits stood like statues at the entrance.
Naina Singh
(stepping out of the car, clutching her bag): This doesn’t feel like an office… it feels like a fortress.
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Receptionist 💼 (smiling too politely, tapping her nails on the desk): Name?
Naina Singh
(clearing her throat, straightening her saree): Naina Singh. New assistant.
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Receptionist 💼 (checking a list, nodding quickly): You’re assigned to the 27th floor. Executive wing.
Naina Singh
(frowning, muttering under her breath): 27th? That sounds too high for someone like me…
27th Floor – Silence heavy in the air, employees whispering instead of speaking. The sound of her heels echoed like a warning.
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Senior Assistant 👩🏻💼 (fixing her glasses, speaking curtly): You’re the new girl? Follow me. Rules are simple—don’t touch files unless told. Don’t ask questions. And if Sir enters, stand immediately.
Naina Singh
(tilting her head, smirking faintly): Sounds like prison rules, not office ones.
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Senior Assistant 👩🏻💼 (glancing around nervously, lowering her voice): It’s safer if you think of it that way.
Naina Singh
(thinking, clutching the strap of her bag): Papa… what kind of company have you put me into?
Om’s Office – A dim room with black curtains, faint smell of whiskey and gun oil. Om sat behind a massive desk, tapping his fingers lazily against a file.
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Assistant 💼 (bowing slightly, speaking carefully): Sir, the new assistant has joined. She’s Manager Singh’s daughter.
Om Prashant Roa
(pausing, lifting his gaze slowly): Naina Singh…
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Assistant 💼 (nervous, shifting on his feet): She doesn’t know this company belongs to you.
Om Prashant Roa
(leaning back in his chair, lips curling into a dark smile): Good. Let her believe she’s safe… for now.
Evening. Naina organizing files in a glass cabin. Her fingers brushed across documents stamped with “Confidential.” She froze.
Naina Singh
(whispering to herself, narrowing her eyes): Why do so many reports mention “underground contracts”? This doesn’t feel right…
Her phone buzzed.
Pooja
(texting playfully): Didi!! How’s work? Met your mafia prince yet? 😂
Naina Singh
(typing quickly, biting her lip): Stop joking. But… honestly, this place feels dangerous.
Pooja
(reply): Dangerous can also be exciting 😉
Naina Singh
(rolling her eyes, tossing her phone aside): Childish.
Elevator – Empty and quiet. Naina stepped in, hugging a stack of files. Just before the doors closed, a hand stopped them. Om entered, his presence filling the small space instantly.
Naina Singh
(eyes widening, clutching the files tighter): You…?!
Om Prashant Roa
(smirking, sliding his hands into his pockets): Miss Singh. Fate moves fast, doesn’t it?
Naina Singh
(scowling, stepping back slightly): Are you following me?
Om Prashant Roa
(tilting his head, gaze sharp as a blade): Shouldn’t I be asking that? You show up everywhere I go.
Naina Singh
(snapping, lifting her chin): I work here. Not my fault you stalk this office.
Om Prashant Roa
(leaning closer, voice low, eyes never leaving hers): My office. My company. Everything you see here belongs to me.
Naina Singh
(heart skipping, gripping the files until her knuckles whitened): …This is yours?
Om Prashant Roa
(smirking, brushing his thumb across the elevator button casually): Surprised? Your father didn’t tell you?
Naina Singh
(whispering, half to herself): Papa… why didn’t you warn me?
Om Prashant Roa
(studying her with dark amusement, tapping his finger against his lips): I don’t believe in coincidences, Miss Singh. You working here… feels like destiny.
Naina Singh
(forcing herself to glare, voice trembling slightly): If you think I’ll bow down to you, you’re wrong.
Om Prashant Roa
(smirk deepening, eyes glinting dangerously): Good. I don’t like obedient women. Fire burns brighter when it resists. Let’s see how long before your flames belong to me.
The elevator doors opened. Om stepped out gracefully, leaving the faint trace of cologne and danger behind. Naina stood frozen, breath uneven, heart in chaos
Naina Singh
(thinking, clutching her chest): This man… Om Prashant Roa.
I should run. But why does it feel like every step I take drags me closer into his world?
Alain
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The Lion and the Cage
The rain outside lashed against the glass windows. The city lights blurred into streaks of gold and red, a storm mirroring the one boiling inside Naina’s chest. She stood near the heavy oak desk, fists clenched, eyes blazing. Om lounged casually in his leather chair, watching her with a smirk, as if her anger amused him.
Naina Singh
(Angry) “I don’t care who you are, Mr. Roa. You have no right to treat me like I’m your property.” Her voice trembled, not with fear, but with fury. She jabbed her finger at him, standing her ground.
Om Prashant Roa
(smirked, leaning back in his chair) “Property? That’s an interesting word. Tell me, Naina, who taught you to fight like a cornered kitten?” He tapped his fingers on the armrest, his eyes glittering with dangerous amusement.
Naina Singh
(furious) “I’m not a kitten. And I don’t fear lions either.” She stepped closer, her chin raised defiantly. The storm outside thundered as if backing her courage.
Om Prashant Roa
(chuckled darkly) “Bold. Very bold. But you’re standing in my den, Naina. And in my world—lions don’t ask. They take.” His tone was low, almost like a growl, his gaze pinning her in place.
Naina Singh
(glared) “Then maybe it’s time someone reminded you lions can bleed too.” Her eyes flashed with fire, her voice slicing through the heavy air.
Om stood suddenly, the chair scraping back. His towering frame loomed over her, but she didn’t flinch. He moved closer, invading her space, his breath brushing against her skin.
Om Prashant Roa
(whispered, smirking) “You hate me now. But hate… is just another flavor of obsession. You’ll learn that soon.” He tilted his head, studying her like prey refusing to bow.
Naina Singh
(hissed, stepping back) “I will never learn anything from you. You’re nothing but a monster hiding behind power and money.” Her nails dug into her palms, but she refused to let him see weakness.
Om Prashant Roa
(smirk widened, brushing a hand across the desk) “Monster? Perhaps. But monsters don’t hide, little dove. We rule.” He poured himself a drink, the clink of glass echoing in the silence. He sipped slowly, never breaking eye contact.
Naina Singh
(angrily) “Your rules disgust me. People whisper about you, about the blood on your family’s name. Do you think I’ll bow because of fear? You’re mistaken.” Her chest heaved with every word, her courage raw but unshaken.
Om Prashant Roa
(arched a brow, amused) “So, you’ve heard the rumors.” He set the glass down and leaned across the desk, his eyes darkening. “But tell me, Naina—do you think rumors scare me? Or should I show you why they exist?” His tone dripped with threat, his lips curling into a cruel smile.
Naina’s breath hitched, but she lifted her chin higher.
Naina Singh
(fiercely) “Do it. Show me. Break me, threaten me, cage me. But you’ll never have me. Not my loyalty. Not my love. Not even my fear.” Her voice cracked but burned with unyielding fire.
Om Prashant Roa
(stunned for a moment, then smirked darkly) “Brave. Stupid, but brave.” He circled her like a predator, his eyes raking over her without shame. His presence pressed down like a shadow.
Naina Singh
(spun to face him, trembling with rage) “Stop circling me like I’m your prey! I’m not afraid of you.” Her voice echoed in the room, fierce as the thunder outside.
Om Prashant Roa
(leaned closer, voice low) “Then why is your heart racing?” He placed his hand over her wrist suddenly, his touch firm and possessive. Her pulse hammered beneath his fingers.
Naina Singh
(snapped, yanking her hand away) “Because I hate you! Every second I’m near you, I feel suffocated. You make me sick.” Her eyes brimmed with angry tears, but she refused to look away.
Om Prashant Roa
(stilled, smirk fading into something darker) “Good. Hate me. It’s better than indifference. Hate keeps you tied to me, Naina.” His voice was dangerously soft, his eyes burning with something unspoken.
She shoved him back suddenly, surprising even herself.
Naina Singh
(shouted) “I’ll never be tied to you! I’d rather burn than belong to a man like you.” Her chest rose and fell violently, her whole body shaking with rage.
Om Prashant Roa
(straightened, smirk returning slowly) “Careful, little dove. Fire attracts lions. And once I’ve tasted your defiance… there’s no going back.” He ran a hand through his hair, chuckling darkly as though her rebellion entertained him more than submission ever could.
The silence stretched between them, thick and suffocating. Naina’s eyes burned with hatred; Om’s eyes gleamed with dangerous fascination.
Naina Singh
(gritted her teeth) “You think this is some game, don’t you? My life isn’t your toy.” She slammed her hand on the desk, the sound sharp and final.
Om Prashant Roa
(smirked, leaning in close) “Everything in my world is a game. The only question is—will you play, or will you lose before the first move?” His words dripped like poison, daring her to step into his shadows.
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