Episode 3: Collision of Worlds
SHARMA RESIDENCE, MORNING
Bright kitchen, Kusum preparing breakfast, Anaya scrolling her phone, humming a filmy tune. Meera enters, tying her hair, clearly distracted.
Anaya Sharma(fl sister)
(sing-song teasing): Good morning, Mrs. Rathore-to-be!
Dr. Meera Sharma(fl)
(glares, grabbing toast): Anaya! Stop this nonsense!
Anaya Sharma(fl sister)
(smirking): I saw yesterday’s photo—CEO Rathore with Dr. Sharma, standing under one umbrella. Social media’s already making stories.
Kusum Sharma (fl mother)
(worried, setting chai): People are gossiping? Meera, beta, I hope nothing wrong happens.
Dr. Meera Sharma(fl)
(sighs, softly): Ma, relax. It was… just a coincidence.
But her eyes betray a flicker of memory—the brief electricity when their hands touched.
Armaan flipping through a newspaper, sipping black coffee. Headline: “RATHORE GROUP JOINS HANDS WITH DOCTORS FOR BLOOD DRIVE.” A picture shows Armaan and Meera together.
Aarohi Rathore (ml sister)
(Enters dramatically): Ohho! Bhai! Who’s this mystery doctor stealing the limelight with you?
Armaan Rathore(ml)
(irritated, folding paper): She’s just… handling the campaign. Nothing more.
Aarohi Rathore (ml sister)
(grinning): “Nothing more”? That’s exactly what you said about your Harvard business rival before you secretly destroyed him. This doctor must be special.
Savita Rathore(ml mom)
(enters with a tray):Special or not, I like her already. Look at her eyes—kind, determined.
Savita Rathore(ml mom)
(smiles softly) Armaan, sometimes fate brings people into our lives for a reason.
Armaan Rathore(ml)
(quiet, almost defensive): Fate? Fate doesn’t exist, Ma. I built everything with my own hands. No one saved me.
He storms out. Savita and Aarohi exchange knowing looks.
Meera reviewing patient files. Ishaan Verma, her colleague, approaches, holding coffee cups.
Dr. Ishaan Verma(fl friend/colleague)
(smiling warmly): Long night, Dr. Sharma? Here—your favorite, strong with no sugar.
Dr. Meera Sharma(fl)
(grateful smile): Thank you, Ishaan. You always remember.
Armaan enters unexpectedly, tall and commanding, observing the scene with narrowed eyes. His jaw tightens as he watches Ishaan hand her the coffee.
Armaan Rathore(ml)
(curtly, to Meera): Dr. Sharma. We need to finalize the Rathore Group’s hospital wing collaboration.
Dr. Meera Sharma(fl)
(surprised, quickly standing): Mr. Rathore? You didn’t mention coming today.
Armaan Rathore(ml)
(coldly, eyes flicking at Ishaan): I don’t like delays. Especially when people are… distracted.
Dr. Ishaan Verma(fl friend/colleague)
(slightly defensive): She wasn’t distracted. She’s one of the most hardworking doctors here.
Armaan Rathore(ml)
(stepping closer, voice low, almost threatening): I wasn’t speaking to you, Doctor Verma.
The tension is palpable. Meera feels awkward, sensing Armaan’s unexpected jealousy.
Dr. Meera Sharma(fl)
(firmly, breaking it): Enough. Let’s discuss the proposal in my office.
She walks away briskly. Armaan follows, still fuming silently. Ishaan stares after them, unsettled.
MEERA’S OFFICE, MINUTES LATER
Papers on the desk. Armaan leans against the table, arms crossed, eyes piercing. Meera sits, annoyed.
Dr. Meera Sharma(fl)
You had no right to speak to Dr. Ishaan like that. He’s my colleague.
Armaan Rathore(ml)
(clenches jaw, voice low): I don’t trust men who hover too close.
Dr. Meera Sharma(fl)
(glares, incredulous): Hover? He’s my friend! Not that it’s any of your business.
Armaan Rathore(ml)
(steps closer, gaze intense): Maybe it is my business.
Both freeze, staring at each other. Silence thickens, air charged. Meera’s heartbeat quickens; Armaan realizes he said too much, turns away.
Armaan Rathore(ml)
(recovering, cold again): Finalize the paperwork. I don’t like wasting time.
He storms out. Meera exhales shakily, confused by the sudden emotional storm inside her.
SHARMA RESIDENCE, EVENING
Family dinner. Rishi Sharma, Meera’s elder brother, has joined them. He’s serious, businesslike, sharp suit.
Rishi Sharma (fl elder brother)
I Heard Rathore Group is working with your hospital. (narrows eyes at Meera) Stay cautious, Meera. Armaan Rathore isn’t a man you can trust easily.
Dr. Meera Sharma(fl)
(frowns): Bhaiya, he’s arrogant, yes, but—
Rishi Sharma (fl elder brother)
(interrupting, firmly): No buts. I know men like him. Money, power, control. They take what they want, and leave destruction behind.
Kusum Sharma (fl mother)
(worried): Don’t scare her like this, Rishi.
Rishi Sharma (fl elder brother)
(serious): I’m not scaring her. I’m warning her.
Meera lowers her gaze, unsettled, Rishi’s words echoing. But deep inside, she remembers Armaan’s eyes—haunted, broken, yet… protective.
Armaan in his private room, staring out at the city lights. Raj Rathore bursts in, casual and flirty, carrying a wine glass.
Raj Rathore(ml brother)
(grinning): Bhai, rumors are already flying. You and some beautiful doctor spotted under one umbrella? Tabloids are calling it “Beauty & the Beast: CEO Edition.”
Armaan Rathore(ml)
(glares, voice sharp): Raj. Don’t.
Raj Rathore(ml brother)
(mock bow, still teasing): Fine, fine. But… (grins) I hope you bring her home someday.
Armaan goes silent, staring into the night. Inside, he battles denial and an unfamiliar pull—destiny whispering louder.
"she asleep, dream again of the shadow figure. This time, the shadow steps closer—revealing Armaan’s face clearly. She gasps in her sleep, heart racing."
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