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.
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