Episode 2: Collision of Worlds
BABY DARCO
THANK YOU SO MUCH "TIMZY" FOR FOLLOWING ME🥹🥰
RATHORE GROUP— CEO CABIN, MORNING
Polished glass walls, massive mahogany table. Armaan sits at the head, papers and laptop open, coffee untouched. Raghav lounges across, smirking.
Raghav Malhotra(ml bff)
So, Mr. “I-Can’t-Stop-Thinking-About-Her,” what’s the plan for today?
Armaan Rathore(ml)
(irritated, glaring): Stop calling me that. I don’t… think about her.
Raghav Malhotra(ml bff)
(teasing): Sure. Denial is classic. The doctor? The one who patched you up last night?
Armaan Rathore(ml)
She’s a doctor. That’s all.
His assistant enters, holding a phone.
ASSISTANT
Sir, Dr. Meera Sharma called. She… wants to discuss a blood donation initiative Rathore Group is hosting.
Armaan Rathore(ml)
(freezes slightly, mutters): Fate… really?
Raghav Malhotra(ml bff)
(laughing): Fate or coincidence, boss? You tell me.
MEERA’S HOSPITAL, AFTERNOON
Meera walks briskly through the hallway, clipboard in hand. Anaya bounds in, waving excitedly.
Anaya Sharma(fl sister)
Didi! Guess what? You’re meeting Mr. Armaan Rathore today!
Dr. Meera Sharma(fl)
(flustered): Anaya! Stop exaggerating. It’s a formal thing, a professional meeting.
Anaya Sharma(fl sister)
Professional? Pfft! You barely survive a glance at him yesterday.
Meera huffs and enters the conference room. Armaan is already there, hands clasped behind him, scanning a brochure.
Armaan Rathore(ml)
(cool, slightly smirking): Dr. Sharma. I hear you’re quite the lifesaver.
Dr. Meera Sharma(fl)
(formal, arms crossed): I save lives. Not egos.
A brief silence. Both exchange subtle glares. Sparks of tension and intrigue.
CONFERENCE ROOM, DISCUSSION BEGINS
Dr. Meera Sharma(fl)
The campaign requires doctors to visit schools and rural centers. Your company’s contribution can save hundreds of children.
Armaan Rathore(ml)
(leaning back, evaluating her): And if I say no?
Dr. Meera Sharma(fl)
(calm, piercing gaze): Then your company will look like it doesn’t care about society. Public image matters too, Mr. Rathore.
Armaan smirks, amused by her audacity.
Armaan Rathore(ml)
Bold. I like that.
Dr. Meera Sharma(fl)
(Bristles, whispering under breath): I don’t like that.
Raghav Malhotra(ml bff)
(leaning in, whispering to Armaan): See? She’s not afraid of you. Finally, someone who keeps up.
Armaan Rathore(ml)
(gritting teeth, slightly flustered): Hmph.
OUTSIDE THE HOSPITAL, EVENING
Rain again. Armaan walks out, umbrella in hand. Meera exits behind him, umbrella forgotten, water dripping on her shoulder.
Armaan Rathore(ml)
(calls out, slightly annoyed): Doctor Sharma, your umbrella…
Dr. Meera Sharma(fl)
(turning, slightly flustered): I don’t need it, thank you.
Armaan steps closer, offering his umbrella. She hesitates, then takes it. Their hands touch briefly. Both feel a jolt.
Armaan Rathore(ml)
(softly, almost to himself): Why does she… affect me like this?
Dr. Meera Sharma(fl)
(thinking): There’s something… familiar about him. Almost… dreamlike.
Family eating together. Meera distracted, thinking about Armaan’s intense gaze.
Kusum Sharma (fl mother)
(concerned): Beta, everything okay? You seem… lost.
Dr. Meera Sharma(fl)
Just tired, Ma. Long day at work.
Anaya Sharma(fl sister)
(teasing loudly): Tired? Or thinking about the handsome, grumpy CEO who almost scared you to death yesterday?
Meera glares. Kusum laughs softly. Anaya snickers uncontrollably.
RATHORE MANSION, ARMAAN’S STUDY, NIGHT
Armaan sits at his desk, staring at a photo of the blood donation initiative flyer. His reflection on the glass shows a mix of curiosity and unease.
Armaan Rathore(ml)
(mutters to himself): Who is she, really? And why… do I feel like I’ve known her forever?
"she is asleep. She dreams of a shadowy figure protecting her from danger. The shadow steps forward— aura glowing faintly. She smiles peacefully in sleep"
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