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EXT. MUMBAI CITYSCAPE – NIGHT – AERIAL VIEW
The skyline of Mumbai glows under the moonlight—glassy towers piercing the dark clouds. One building rises above them all, its top floor lit like a crown.
INT. RAJVANSH TOWERS – CEO CABIN – NIGHT
A 50th-floor corner office. Minimalist. Ruthless. Every inch screams power.
Behind a massive glass desk sits AARUSH RAJVANSH, eyes sharp as daggers, face carved in stone. His black suit is spotless, his watch gleams under soft lighting.
He flips a file shut and stares out at the dark city. A voice breaks the silence.
Yash Rajvansh(ml PA & friend)
(entering with hesitation)
Sir… she’s here.
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
(without turning)
Bring her in.
PRISHA SHARMA stands stiffly in a plain salwar suit, clenching her handbag. Her eyes dart around the luxury office floor—intimidated, but proud.
She’s not here by choice. She’s here because her world is falling apart.
Yash Rajvansh(ml PA & friend)
This way, Ms. Sharma.
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
(finally turns, voice cold)
Close the door, Yash.
Yash exits silently. The door clicks shut.
Aarush leans back in his chair, studying her. Prisha stands tall, though her knuckles are white from gripping her bag.
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
(calmly)
You look… uncomfortable.
Prisha Sharma(fl)
(voice shaking but steady)
Why did you call me here? What do you want from me?
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
(rising, walking toward her with slow, deliberate steps)
I think you already know the answer.
He circles her like a predator.
Prisha Sharma(fl)
(backing slightly)
I’m not playing your games. My family has nothing left. You already ruined us. Just… leave us alone.
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
(chuckles darkly)
I didn’t ruin anyone. Your father ruined himself. I just made sure his debts didn’t get swept under the rug.
Prisha Sharma(fl)
(eyes welling up)
My father is dead. And you still want to punish us?
Aarush stops. Something flickers in his eyes—guilt? Pain? But it vanishes.
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
I’m offering you a way out.
Prisha Sharma(fl)
What kind of way?
He moves back to his desk, pulls out a document. Tosses it in front of her.
Prisha Sharma(fl)
(shocked)
You’re insane.
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
(calmly pouring himself whiskey)
Marry me, Prisha. Tomorrow. And your mother’s house, your sister’s education, all debts—they’re taken care of.
Prisha Sharma(fl)
(outraged)
You want me to marry you… like I’m some pawn? Why?! Why me?
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
(takes a slow sip, looking away)
That’s none of your concern.
Prisha Sharma(fl)
Then my answer is no.
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
(coldly)
Your mother has diabetes, doesn’t she?
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
Insulin. Monthly checkups. Medications she won’t afford without your job… that you’re about to lose.
Prisha slowly turns to him, lips trembling.
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
(voice low)
Marry me, and she lives peacefully. Say no, and I make sure your home is gone by morning. Your mother ends up on the street. Your sister—God knows where.
Prisha Sharma(fl)
(tears rolling down, but refusing to cry aloud)
You’re a monster.
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
(without emotion)
Yes. And monsters don’t lie. Choose, Prisha. Your time ends at midnight.
INT. SHARMA HOUSE – NIGHT
Dimly lit one-bedroom apartment.
KUSUM SHARMA lies on a cot, asleep, breathing heavily. A bottle of medicine sits half-empty nearby.
ANYA SHARMA studies at the table, headphones in.
PRISHA enters quietly. Closes the door. Looks at her small world, her family, her responsibilities.
She walks to her mother. Brushes Kusum’s hair gently.
FLASHBACK – AARUSH’S WORDS REPEAT
"Your mother ends up on the street... your sister—God knows where."
Prisha Sharma(fl)
(whispers to herself)
I’ll do it. For them… not you.
INT. RAJVANSH MANSION – NEXT MORNING
Aarush descends the spiral staircase in a dark sherwani. The mansion is decked for a private wedding.
Dhanraj Rajvansh watches from the foyer, curious but silent. He doesn’t know the full truth.
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
(nods slightly)
It’ll be over soon.
INT. SMALL TEMPLE – PRIVATE CEREMONY
The priest chants softly. Only a few people are present: Yash, a few guards, and the priest.
PRISHA, in a simple red saree, sits beside Aarush on the mandap. Her face is numb. Her hands tremble.
Priest
Mangal phere lijiye…
They rise. Aarush holds her hand firmly, while she avoids looking at him.
The fire crackles.
Prisha walks like a lifeless doll.
Aarush’s jaw clenches.
Her eyes glisten with silent tears.
Priest
Ab sindoor daaliye…
Aarush takes the vermillion. Without hesitation, he applies it to her hairline.
PRISHA’S FACE
Tears fall. Not from love. But defeat.
INT. RAJVANSH MANSION – BRIDE’S ROOM – NIGHT
Prisha sits on the edge of a luxurious bed, alone. The bridal jewelry feels like chains.
Door opens. Aarush enters.
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
(closing the door slowly)
Welcome to your new life, Mrs. Rajvansh.
Prisha Sharma(fl)
(quietly)
I never asked for it.
He walks out, slamming the door behind him.
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