Episode 4: Collision of Worlds
FIVE-STAR HOTEL, BUSINESS GALA EVENING
Lavish ballroom glittering with chandeliers. Business tycoons mingling, champagne glasses clinking.
Armaan enters in a black tailored suit, powerful presence. Raghav beside him, smirking.
Raghav Malhotra(ml bff)
(teasing): You look like you’re about to conquer the world… or maybe impress a certain doctor.
Armaan Rathore(ml)
(coldly adjusting cufflinks): She won’t even be here. This is business, Raghav.
Meera enters in a simple but elegant saree, accompanying senior doctors. Her calm presence draws attention instantly. Armaan’s eyes lock on her unknowingly, body stiffening. Raghav chuckles knowingly.
Meera speaks to a group of philanthropists about the hospital wing project. Armaan watches from afar, his expression unreadable. Suddenly, a glamorous woman walks up—Kavya Kapoor, dressed in a shimmering gown
Kavya Kapoor(ml childhood friend)
Kavya Kapoor(ml childhood friend)
(smiling sweetly, slipping her arm around Armaan’s): Armaan… there you are. You didn’t tell me you’d be attending alone.
Armaan Rathore(ml)
(glances briefly, tone neutral): Kavya. Business requires no announcements.
Kavya Kapoor(ml childhood friend)
(pretending to pout): Business, business… you’ve forgotten childhood friends in the process.
Her eyes flick toward Meera, narrowing subtly.
Kavya Kapoor(ml childhood friend)
(to Armaan, pointed): Who’s she? The doctor from the newspapers?
Armaan Rathore(ml)
(cool, avoiding gaze): She’s leading the initiative. That’s all.
Kavya Kapoor(ml childhood friend)
(smiles, but her eyes burn with jealousy): Hm. Interesting.
Kavya’s hand gripping her clutch tightly.
Soft music plays. Guests dance. Raghav nudges Armaan.
Raghav Malhotra(ml bff)
(whispering): Perfect chance, my friend. Ask her to dance.
Armaan Rathore(ml)
(glares, mutters): Raghav—
Before Armaan can move, Ishaan Verma enters, walking confidently toward Meera. He bows lightly and offers his hand.
Dr. Ishaan Verma(fl friend/colleague)
May I, Dr. Sharma?
Meera hesitates, then smiles politely, placing her hand in his. They move to the dance floor. Armaan stiffens, eyes narrowing, jaw clenching. Kavya notices his expression, fury brewing inside.
Raghav Malhotra(ml bff)
(grinning at Armaan): Jealousy doesn’t suit you, boss. But it looks… inevitable.
Armaan says nothing, gaze fixed, fists clenched at his sides. His eyes burning,watching Meera dance.
SHARMA RESIDENCE, LATER THAT NIGHT
Meera returns home, removing jewelry, lost in thought. Anaya storms in, waving her phone excitedly.
Anaya Sharma(fl sister)
(shrieking): Didi! Look! Social media is full of your photos with Dr. Ishaan at the gala! Everyone’s calling you the perfect couple!
Dr. Meera Sharma(fl)
(surprised): Anaya! Don’t exaggerate. We just danced.
Anaya Sharma(fl sister)
(giggling): And someone else doesn’t look happy about it. (shows another photo—Armaan in the background, staring at them with stormy eyes.)
Meera freezes, staring at Armaan’s expression in the picture. Her heart races—confusion, guilt, strange warmth mixing together.
RATHORE MANSION, ARMAAN’S STUDY
Armaan pacing angrily, loosening his tie. Raj lounges on the sofa, sipping wine, clearly amused.
Raj Rathore(ml brother)
Bhai, you were the star of the gala… except you weren’t the one dancing. (grins mischievously) The doctor seems quite popular.
Armaan Rathore(ml)
(snaps, voice sharp): Enough, Raj!
Raj Rathore(ml brother)
(raising hands, teasing): Relax! I’m just saying… if you want her, you’ll have to stop glaring from a distance.
Armaan glares at him, but his silence admits the truth. Raj smirks knowingly.
KAVYA’S APARTMENT, SAME NIGHT
Kavya throws her clutch on the table angrily, pacing like a storm. Her friend tries calming her.
Kavya Kapoor(ml childhood friend)
(furious, muttering): How dare she? That small-town doctor… stealing Armaan’s attention. He’s mine. He was always supposed to be mine.
She stares at her reflection in the mirror, eyes hardening with resolve.
Kavya Kapoor(ml childhood friend)
(cold, determined): If Meera Sharma wants to play destiny’s game… she’ll regret ever stepping into our world.
Her reflection, smile turning sinister.
Night. She asleep. Dream sequence—she runs through a dark forest, chased by shadows. Just as she trips, a tall figure appears, shielding her. The shadow clears—it’s Armaan again, his hand outstretched. She gasps, whispering his name in her dream for the first time.
???
(in sleep, murmuring softly): Armaan…
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Blueberry 🫐🍓
i hate her 😠
2025-09-07
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