FORCED TO MARRY MY ENEMY (SESION-2)
EP-1
Samara chaudhary/fl's bestfriend
“Are you sure… that he’s the murderer?”
Siana’s eyes darkened, her jaw tightening.
Siana malhotra/FL
“99% sure. He was the only enemy my father had… and he hated him, was jealous of him.”
Samara’s voice softened, hesitant.
Samara chaudhary/fl's bestfriend
“Are you really sure it was murder… and not just an accident?”
Siana malhotra/FL
“No accident kills an entire family… including my brother. He did this. And I’ll make him pay.”
Siana’s voice trembled, but her eyes were hard, cold.
Siana malhotra/FL
“That day… was my birthday. I was in school, waiting for my family to pick me up. We were supposed to go to a restaurant… celebrate.”
Siana malhotra/FL
“The bell rang… I waited… and waited. No one came. At first, I thought it was just traffic… maybe they were late. But hours passed. And then… someone came for me. My dad’s secretary.”
Siana malhotra/FL
“He took me to… to the place where my entire family lay… dead. My father… my mother… my brother… all lying on the road, covered in blood.”
A shiver ran through Samara, but Siana’s eyes burned with a fire that wouldn’t be quenched.
Siana malhotra/FL
“I swear… I will make the man who did this pay.”
Samara chaudhary/fl's bestfriend
“How can you be so sure it’s Tej Singh Oberoi?”
Siana malhotra/FL
“I found his watch… a limited-edition piece… at the accident spot. It had just launched, and only two were available at first—my father had one, and Tej Singh Oberoi had the other.”
Samara chaudhary/fl's bestfriend
(Brow furrowed)
“What if that watch was your father’s?”
Siana malhotra/FL
“No… my father had it on his wrist when he was dying. This watch wasn’t his.”
Samara chaudhary/fl's bestfriend
(Voice dropped in shock)
“Then it’s clear… Tej Singh Oberoi is the murderer. Let’s go to the police station!”
Siana malhotra/FL
“No… we don’t have any proof. I don’t have the watch with me… and even if we went to the police, no one would believe us.”
Suddenly, the TV blared in the background.
Reporter: “Dev Singh Oberoi… the youngest CEO in the country… has just launched his new company.”
Siana wasn’t paying much attention, lost in her thoughts… until the reporter continued.
Reporter: “Joining us now is the son of Tej Singh Oberoi… Dev Singh Oberoi himself.”
Siana’s eyes sharpened instantly, her body stiffening.
Siana malhotra/FL
This is him… the son of the man who killed my family.
Siana’s eyes glinted as she watched the TV, a slow smirk curling her lips.
Siana malhotra/FL
“So… he has a son, huh? Interesting.”
Samara’s brow furrowed, suspicion clear in her tone.
Samara chaudhary/fl's bestfriend
“What are you planning?”
Siana shrugged casually, though her mind was already racing.
Siana malhotra/FL
“Nothing.”
Just then, Payal entered the room. Siana’s aunt—her only surviving family member.
Payal had been in the US when the tragedy struck, the only reason she had survived. From that day onward, she had devoted her life to raising Siana. She had never married, knowing that if she did, her husband might never treat Siana as their own daughter.
Payal malhotra
“Come on… let’s have dinner, girls! And guess what? I’ve ordered your favorite—pizza, coke, and french fries!”
Siana smiled, hugging her aunt tightly.
Siana malhotra/FL
“You’re the best aunt ever.”
Payal crossed her arms dramatically, a playful pout on her face.
Payal malhotra
“Aunt? I thought I was promoted… to mom position.”
Siana malhotra/FL
“Oh, come on… you look like my older sister, seriously. If I call you mom, people will have heart attacks.”
Payal laughed, the sound warm and comforting, filling the room with a rare sense of peace amidst the storm of memories.
EP-2
Payal set a pizza slice on Siana’s plate and gave her a gentle but steady look.
Payal malhotra
“You know, I’ve been handling your father’s company all these years..When are you thinking of joining?”
Siana wiped her hands on a napkin, eyes thoughtful.
Siana malhotra/FL
“How about tomorrow?”
Payal raised an eyebrow, a slow smile tugging at her lips.
Payal malhotra
“Tomorrow? That soon?”
Siana malhotra/FL
(Voice was calm but firm)
“It’s time.. I can’t keep waiting.”
The echo of high heels cut through the quiet lobby like a warning.
Heads turned. Conversations stopped.
Siana strode into the office in a perfectly tailored black suit, her posture straight, chin slightly lifted. A sleek ponytail framed her face, and her expression was pure ice.
The receptionist scrambled to her feet. “G–good morning, ma’am.”
Siana’s gaze flicked over her without a hint of warmth
Siana malhotra/FL
“Morning. I’ll need the boardroom ready in five minutes. And coffee—black. No sugar.”
She didn’t slow her pace. Each step of her stilettos clicked against the marble floor like a countdown.
An older manager whispered to a colleague, “She’s exactly like her father.”
Siana sank into the leather chair of her new chamber, crossing one leg over the other as if she’d owned the place forever.
Her secretary stepped in, a tablet clutched nervously.
Secretary
“Ma’am, you have a meeting with Mr. Dev Singh Oberoi in one hour.”
A slow, knowing smile curved across Siana’s lips.
Siana malhotra/FL
“Noted. You can go now.”
The door clicked shut. Silence settled, broken only by the soft hum of the AC.
Siana leaned back, eyes glittering like sharpened steel.
Siana malhotra/FL
“So the prey walks in on his own..” (she murmured to herself, the smirk deepening) “What a fool.”
The door opened with a quiet hiss, and Dev Singh Oberoi stepped in. Tailored charcoal suit, crisp white shirt—power written in every line. But the moment his eyes landed on Siana, the easy confidence faltered.
For a beat, he simply… stared.
Siana arched a brow, her black-ink stare slicing through the silence.
Siana malhotra/FL
“So..” (she said, voice cool as cut glass) “are you planning to stand there forever, or shall we start the meeting?”
Dev blinked, the faintest flush touching his jaw.
Dev singh oberoi/ML
“Uh—sorry. I’m Dev Singh Oberoi. Nice to meet you.”
She didn’t rise. Didn’t offer a hand. Just a thin, deliberate smile.
Siana malhotra/FL
“Of course you are.”
You’ll regret meeting me soon, Siana thought, leaning back in her chair. Don’t worry.
The meeting began, numbers and projections filling the air, but Dev’s gaze kept drifting. Each time he caught himself, she caught him too—one cool glance, enough to burn.
Siana let the silence between her words stretch, enjoying the way it unsettled him.
EP-3
The meeting finally came to a close, the charts and numbers neatly laid out on the screen.
Dev leaned back slightly, trying to appear calm, though his gaze kept flicking to her.
Dev singh oberoi/ML
“So… as we’re business partners now, would you like to have a coffee with… me?”
Siana arched an eyebrow, her smirk cold and playful.
Siana malhotra/FL
“I already had it this morning.”
Dev’s lips twitched into a half-smile.
Dev singh oberoi/ML
“Then… how about the afternoon?”
Siana’s eyes rolled ever so slightly, her tone teasing and sharp.
Siana malhotra/FL
“You drink coffee in the afternoon? Then what about lunch? Eat lunch at night?”
Dev blinked, caught off guard by her sarcasm. A chuckle escaped him despite himself..
Siana stood, smoothing her black suit, and glanced at him over her shoulder.
Siana malhotra/FL
“Don’t get comfortable, mr. Dev. Underestimating me will be your biggest mistake.”
And with that, she walked out, leaving Dev both amused and unsettled… and entirely distracted.
The massive double doors of the Oberoi mansion opened as Dev stepped inside, loosening his tie.
Myra’s voice floated from the living room.
Myra singh oberoi/ml's mother
“Dev, you’re home? Look who’s here!”
Dev walked in and stopped short.
Tia, his mother’s friend’s daughter, stood up with a bright smile.
Tia chirped, sliding closer and looping an arm through his.
Dev stiffened immediately, stepping back just enough to break the contact.
Dev singh oberoi/ML
“Hello.." (he said flatly)
From the couch, Tia’s mother beamed.
sonali mehra
“I was just telling Myra it’s about time. Dev beta, why don’t you take my daughter out? A nice dinner, maybe start dating?”
Dev’s jaw tightened. His eyes, usually warm.. turned icy.
Dev singh oberoi/ML
“I’m not interested in dating..”
The room fell silent. Tia’s eager smile wavered, but Dev didn’t soften. He simply nodded once to his mother and strode past them toward the stairs, leaving the echo of his refusal behind.
The glow of her laptop lit up the dark room. Tabs of Dev Singh Oberoi’s public schedule, business reports, and paparazzi snaps filled the screen.
Siana scrolled lazily, one eyebrow lifting.
Siana malhotra/FL
“Meeting in the restaurant right next to my company, huh?”
Her lips curved into a slow, wicked smirk.
Siana malhotra/FL
“How convenient.”
Siana malhotra/FL
“Walk right into the trap yourself, Mr. Oberoi.”
Dev closed his laptop as the meeting wrapped up, offering a curt handshake to the clients before they left. He exhaled, ready for a quiet moment—until a flicker of white caught his eye.
Across the room, a young woman stood at the counter, shoulders slightly hunched.
Siana.
But this wasn’t the icy CEO from yesterday.
Her hair fell in soft waves over a simple white dress, her eyes wide with a mix of worry and embarrassment.
Dev singh oberoi/ML
She looks… different.
He crossed the room before he could think.
Dev singh oberoi/ML
“Are you okay?” (he asked, voice gentler than he meant)
Siana malhotra/FL
“Umm… yes. Actually, I was here with my best friend. The treat was on me, but—” (she bit her lip, looking down) “—something’s wrong with my card. Maybe it got blocked. I don’t have any cash right now.”
The innocence in her voice tugged at him. Gone was the confident woman who had challenged him across a boardroom table.
Dev’s heart softened instantly.
Dev singh oberoi/ML
“It’s okay. Don’t worry, hmm?”
Before she could protest, he handed his card to the cashier.
Dev singh oberoi/ML
“I’ve got it.”
Siana lowered her gaze, a faint smile ghosting her lips.
Siana malhotra/FL
“Thank you, Mr. Oberoi.”
Dev caught that hint of a smile and felt an unfamiliar warmth spread through him—completely unaware of the calculated glint hidden behind her lowered lashes.
Siana stepped closer, her phone already in hand.
Siana malhotra/FL
“How will I pay you back?”
Dev singh oberoi/ML
“You don’t have to.”
Her gaze sharpened just enough to remind him of the woman from the boardroom.
Siana malhotra/FL
“No. I don’t owe anything to anyone. Give me your number—I’ll transfer the money later.”
Something about her insistence made his pulse jump. He took out his own phone almost without thinking.
Dev singh oberoi/ML
“Fine.."
She tapped quickly, then looked up with a faint, businesslike smile.
Siana malhotra/FL
“Okay. Bye. I have work. Take care.”
Before Dev could reply, she turned and walked away, the soft swish of her white dress lingering in the air.
Dev stood there, heart beating like a drum, watching until she disappeared through the doorway..
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