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INT. RAJVANSH MANSION – BRIDE’S ROOM – NIGHT
The room is a royal suite—soft gold lighting, embroidered drapes, silk bedding.
Prisha sits on the edge of the large bed, still dressed in her bridal saree. The sindoor on her head feels like a burn mark. Her bangles clink softly with each breath she takes.
A full-length mirror stands opposite her.
She stares at her reflection with disbelief, pain, and rising anger.
Prisha Sharma(fl)
"This isn't a marriage. It's a sentence. A punishment.
And I didn’t commit any crime".
She rips off the heavy necklace. It clatters to the floor.
INT. RAJVANSH MANSION – LIVING ROOM – SAME TIME
Aarush sits alone on a leather couch, glass of whiskey in hand. No lights, just the city glow through the massive windows.
Yash enters quietly with a tablet.
Yash Rajvansh(ml PA & friend)
The temple photos are ready to be released. Shall I instruct the PR team?
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
(without looking)
No. Not yet.
Yash Rajvansh(ml PA & friend)
Sir?
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
(sips slowly)
Let the world wonder. A little mystery adds weight.
Yash watches him closely.
Yash Rajvansh(ml PA & friend)
You really went through with it.
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
(coldly)
Yes.
Yash Rajvansh(ml PA & friend)
She hates you.
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
(turns, a flicker of emotion)
That’s a good start.
INT. RAJVANSH MANSION – BRIDE’S ROOM – NIGHT
Prisha walks to the wardrobe. Every inch of it is stacked with designer lehengas, gowns, jewelry sets—each piece more expensive than her entire house.
She opens a drawer—more gold. And beneath them: her marriage contract.
She picks it up, trembling, and rips it into pieces—then throws them into the trash.
Aarush walks in, shirt sleeves rolled, cold gaze fixed on her.
Prisha Sharma(fl)
(stiffens)
You should learn to knock.
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
(ignores her)
This is my house. Every door opens when I say.
He looks around. Notices the torn contract.
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
Feeling rebellious, Mrs. Rajvansh?
Prisha Sharma(fl)
(without turning)
You think you own me now?
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
(walks slowly toward her)
I do. Legally, publicly, and practically.
Prisha Sharma(fl)
(spins around, voice sharp)
You forced me! You threatened my mother—my sister’s life!
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
And yet you signed the papers. Took the pheras. Wore my name.
Prisha Sharma(fl)
(glaring)
I will never be your wife in truth.
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
(a cruel smile)
Good. I didn’t marry you for love.
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
There are rules in this house. Follow them. You’ll get whatever you want—comfort, money, silence.
Prisha Sharma(fl)
And if I refuse?
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
(steps closer, voice dangerously low)
Then I’ll remind you why you’re here.
He turns and walks away, but pauses at the door.
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
(without looking)
Change out of that saree. You look like a martyr, not a bride.
He walks out, leaving her breathless and angry.
INT. SHARMA HOUSE – NIGHT
Anya Sharma(fl sister)
Are you okay, Ma?
Kusum Sharma(fl mother)
(weakly)
Where’s Prisha?
Anya Sharma(fl sister)
She said she had to go to work early... she left a note.
Kusum reads the note, eyes trembling.
📃"Don’t worry, Ma. I’ll fix everything. Even if it breaks me."
Kusum senses something is wrong.
INT. RAJVANSH MANSION – DINING HALL – NEXT MORNING
A grand dining table stretches endlessly, but only two seats are filled.
Aarush sits reading the paper.
Prisha walks in, now dressed in a simple cotton saree. No jewelry. Minimal sindoor. Her defiance is loud in silence.
She walks to the opposite end and sits—far from him.
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
(without looking up)
You think I care if you wear gold or cotton?
Prisha Sharma(fl)
No. Because you don’t care about anything.
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
(calmly)
Correct.
A butler serves breakfast.
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
From today, you’ll accompany me to events. Smile when I say. Speak only when needed.
Prisha Sharma(fl)
(furious)
I’m not your puppet!
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
(leans in slightly, voice like steel)
No. You’re my wife. And you’ll play the role—perfectly.
Prisha Sharma(fl)
And if I refuse?
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
(sips coffee, smiling cruelly)
Then I’ll start with shutting down your sister’s college admission.
Prisha slams her spoon down.
Prisha Sharma(fl)
(through gritted teeth)
You’ll rot in hell.
Aarush Rajvansh(ml)
(smirks)
I already do. You’re just moving in.
INT. MALHOTRA PENTHOUSE – DAY
SANA MALHOTRA, dressed in diamonds and satin, scrolls through her phone. Her eyes widen.
"WEDDING PIC OF AARUSH & PRISHA – UNOFFICIAL LEAK"
She throws the phone down, furious.
Sana Malhotra(ml Ex-Fiancée)
Who the hell is she?!
Sana Malhotra(ml Ex-Fiancée)
📱Find out everything about this Prisha Sharma. Everything.
INT. RAJVANSH MANSION – BRIDE’S ROOM – NIGHT
Prisha opens her window, letting the night air in. She stares at the sky, her eyes wet but unblinking.
Prisha Sharma(fl)
"I’ll endure you, Aarush Rajvansh.
But one day... you’ll regret ever forcing me into your world."
Prisha clutches her mangalsutra like a noose
Aarush stands at the balcony, watching the city, untouched by regret
A storm brews in both hearts
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