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Simran enters the office, nervously adjusting her files. Vivaan, sitting at his desk, barely glances at her
Vivaan
(coldly) First day? Hope you can keep up. I don’t tolerate mistakes
Simran
(muttering) Well, that makes one of us...
Vivaan
(raising an eyebrow) Did you say something?
Simran drops an important file. Papers scatter
Vivaan
(shaking his head) How do you manage to survive every day? This is the third mistake today!
Simran
Maybe the universe just wants to see me suffer
Vivaan
(sighing) No, I think the universe is punishing me for hiring you
Simran secretly stares at Vivaan while he works. Her friend nudges her
Colleague
You like him, don’t you?
Simran
(quickly looking away) Are you crazy? I hate him!
Later, at a party, Vivaan hands Simran a drink, smirking
Vivaan
(thinking) You always say one thing and mean another. Let’s see what happens when you stop thinking so much
After a few drinks, Simran leans closer, looking into his eyes
Simran
(softly) I love you... idiot
Simran hides behind a file, avoiding eye contact. Vivaan walks in, stopping right in front of her
Simran
(stammering) I—I was just—um, working!
Vivaan
(leaning closer) You called me an idiot last night. Care to explain?
Simran
(turning red) I—I was drunk!
Vivaan
And yet, it was the most honest thing you’ve ever said to me
He smirks, tilting her chin up
Vivaan
Let’s make it official
Simran is laughing with a male colleague. Vivaan watches, his jaw tightening
Vivaan
(later, pulling her aside) Why were you laughing so much with him?
Simran
(teasing) Are you jealous?
Vivaan
(coldly) I don’t get jealous. I just don’t like seeing what's mine with someone else
Simran
Then maybe you should show me that I’m yours
Vivaan's eyes darken as he pulls her closer
Some guys are bothering Simran at a café. Vivaan arrives with his friends
Vivaan
(voice deadly calm) You have three seconds to leave before I break something
The guys laugh—until Vivaan’s fist connects with one of their faces. His friends join the fight. Simran watches, stunned.
Later, Vivaan turns to Simran, wiping blood from his lip
Vivaan
(softly) Next time, just call me
Vivaan is talking to a female client. Simran glares, arms crossed
Pratik
(whispering) You’re jealous
Simran
No, I’m just...monitoring
Later, Vivaan notices her mood
Vivaan
smirking) Were you jealous?
Vivaan
(pulls her into his lap) Liar
Vivaan
Are you going to tell your parents about us? (on call with simran)
Simran
(hesitant) I just need time
Vivaan
(firmly) If you don’t, I will. Tomorrow, at your house.
Simran
(eyes widen) Vivaan, wait—
Vivaan
I’m done waiting, Simran
Simran’s parents disapprove, judging Vivaan’s tattoos and attitude
Simran's father
He’s not suitable for you
Vivaan clenches his fists but stays silent, his jaw tight
Simran
Simran (softly) I love him And I won’t leave him
Vivaan’s grip tightens around her hand, his cold expression finally softening
Simran
What if I mess up again?
Vivaan
(smirking) Then I’ll scold you again
He cups her face, voice dropping to a whisper
Vivaan
But I’ll never let you go
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