Episode 1: Collision of Worlds
BABY DARCO
BEFORE STARTING I WOULD LIKE TO GIVE A SHOUTOUT TO MY FIRST EVER FOLLOWER.....
BABY DARCO
"MISS BLUEBERRY"
BABY DARCO
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR FOLLOWING ME🥹🥰...
BABY DARCO
I'M SO HAPPY🥳🥳🥳....
Busy city road, rainy evening
Cars honking, rain pouring, street lights reflecting on wet asphalt
Armaan Rathore’s black luxury car speeds recklessly through traffic. He’s on the phone, sharply dressed, hair slightly wet from rain.
Armaan Rathore(ml)
📱(into phone, irritated)Make sure the Rathore Group deal is finalized by tonight. I don’t want excuses, Raghav.
Raghav Malhotra, casual in a leather jacket, leans on a building rooftop, smirking as he speaks on the phone.
Raghav Malhotra(ml bff)
📱Chill, Armaan. The deal’s in your name. But maybe you should slow down before the rain washes away your reputation… and your car.
Armaan frowns, gripping the steering wheel tighter. Suddenly, a motorbike skids, crashes near him, causing him to swerve violently. The car hits the divider. Airbags deploy.
Alarms beeping, nurses rushing, water dripping from Armaan’s coat. He’s conscious but shaken, bruised, bleeding slightly.
Meera Sharma rushes in, scrubs slightly damp from rain, stethoscope around neck. Calm but determined.
Dr. Meera Sharma(fl)
Step aside, please! Patient needs immediate attention!
Nurse moves aside. Meera kneels beside Armaan, checking vitals.
Dr. Meera Sharma(fl)
(muttering to herself) Blood pressure’s high… mild concussion… nothing severe.
Armaan Rathore(ml)
(gritting teeth, annoyed)Who’s… in charge here? I said I’m fine.
Dr. Meera Sharma(fl)
(without looking up, firmly) And I said you’re not. You’ll cooperate, or I’ll tie you down myself.
Armaan raises an eyebrow, slightly amused but trying to hide it. He’s not used to being told what to do.
Armaan Rathore(ml)
Bold. And… annoying.
Dr. Meera Sharma(fl)
(scowling, checking his arm)You’re lucky you’re alive. You think arrogance can save you from accidents?
Armaan sits on the bed, wrapped in a blanket, still dripping wet. Meera finishes dressing his wound. Raghav walks in, teasing grin.
Raghav Malhotra(ml bff)
So, Mr. CEO, saved by a doctor? Never thought I’d see the day.
Armaan Rathore(ml)
(glares, flustered slightly)Shut up, Raghav.
Dr. Meera Sharma(fl)
(handing him discharge papers) You need rest, Mr. Rathore. And no speeding tomorrow. Or you’ll see me again… under less friendly circumstances.
Armaan Rathore(ml)
(mutters, almost to himself, watching her leave) She’s… something else.
Meera sits at dinner with her family, slightly distracted, recalling Armaan’s stormy gaze.
Anaya Sharma(fl sister)
(Meera’s younger sister, teasing)Di, you daydreaming about some rich, grumpy man now?
Dr. Meera Sharma(fl)
(rolls eyes, embarrassed)Anaya! Don’t be ridiculous.
Kusum Sharma (fl mother)
(smiling softly)You seem distracted, beta. Everything okay at the hospital?
Dr. Meera Sharma(fl)
Just… a patient. That’s all.
Anaya Sharma(fl sister)
(whispering, grinning)Patient or future CEO husband?
Meera glares at her, mortified. Kusum laughs softly.
RATHORE MANSION—LIVING ROOM NIGHT
Armaan pacing in his office, holding the hospital discharge papers. He mutters to himself.
Armaan Rathore(ml)
Who is she? Why… can’t I stop thinking about her?
Raghav Malhotra(ml bff)
Careful, boss. Obsession looks bad on a CEO.
Armaan Rathore(ml)
(ignores him, staring out the window at the rain-soaked city)No… it’s not obsession. Something… else.
someone is sleeping, dreamlike scene: a shadowed figure protecting her. She smiles unknowingly.
Comments
Timzy
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2025-09-06
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2025-09-05
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2025-09-05
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