Scene 1: A quiet evening in New York.

A private penthouse library filled with shelves of books,

soft yellow lighting, a faint Hindustani classical raag playing in the background. Ananya
Malhotra, now Dr. Ananya Malhotra, sits in a cozy armchair by the window. She’s wearing
glasses, a beige silk saree, her hair in a low bun. Her stethoscope lies beside her. She's holding a
worn copy of "Pride and Prejudice" but her eyes aren’t reading—they're wet with tears.
Ananya (softly, speaking to herself, almost whispering to the wind)
Baby… how long has it been? Seven years? Or maybe it’s just today, every day, that I remember you
like it was yesterday. The world thinks I’m dead, even my parents... and you, you must have cried
too, once. Or maybe you didn’t. Maybe you moved on. But I didn’t. I never could. I still remember
the way you held my hand during the last rain we saw together. You said I’d never disappear from
your heart. But I had to vanish from your world. Not by choice, but because fate was too cruel. I’ve
achieved everything, Arjun. Five hit films. A PhD in Bharatanatyam and Kathak. I can sing raagas
and Mozart, operate hearts and minds… but I can’t cure this ache. You called me babe. And I used to
laugh, call you baby. Now I just talk to silence. And it echoes with your voice.

Scene 2: Ananya stands on the rooftop of her hospital building in Manhattan, looking at the
New York skyline. She wears a white doctor’s coat, a nameplate glinting: “Dr. Ananya
Malhotra, MD, Chief Surgeon.” A chilly breeze flutters her hair as she looks up at the stars.
Her eyes are heavy with longing.
Ananya (murmuring to the wind, her voice breaking)
Baby… I wonder if you still look at the sky at night. Do you ever think of me when it rains there? I
look at the monsoon clouds here, but they don’t smell like home. They don’t bring your warmth with
them. I saved hundreds of lives this year, but I couldn’t save my own soul. I walk down these
corridors, respected, even loved by my patients. But the girl you knew, the one who danced only for
your eyes, who sang only when you listened… she’s buried beneath this coat. Sometimes I sing to
myself in the call room. Ragas you loved. Western melodies you hated. Still, I pretend you're there,
teasing me, calling me your nerdy babe. And I smile for a second… just before I break again.

Scene 3: Inside her home studio. Framed posters of her films hang beside certificates of medical
excellence. Her Bharatnatyam ghungroos lie on the floor. She kneels before a small altar with
incense burning, a photo of her and Arjun hidden inside a book of poetry, half-opened. She
runs her fingers over his face.
Ananya (praying, but more like a confession)
Baby… I tried to come back. I did. But every time I took a step toward India, fear held me back. Fear
that you moved on. Fear that seeing me alive would hurt you more than losing me did. What would I
say to you? That I left without a word, built a life from scratch, but forgot how to live? I read so much
now, baby. Tolstoy, Gibran, Premchand, Amrita. I thought books would fill the hole you left. But they
only feed it more. Every heroine reminds me of me. And every hero... none of them are you. No one
ever says “babe” the way you did. No one ever looked into my soul like you. I still dance every
weekend in my empty studio. For you. Only you.

Scene 4: Late at night in the hospital. Ananya is alone in the operating theatre, removing her
gloves after a successful surgery. She stares at the heart monitor still beeping. Her face is calm,
but inside she’s at war. She walks out, switches off the light, and heads to her office, locking the
door. She sits and takes out a diary. First page: “To Arjun.”
Ananya (writing aloud as she writes into her diary)
Baby… every heartbeat I repair reminds me of the one you stole. My hands are steady in surgery, but
my chest quakes at the sound of your name. I dream sometimes… of meeting you in a bookstore,
arguing over a novel like we used to. You’d say Shakespeare is overrated, and I’d scold you. And then
you’d grin, and I’d melt, again. But I wake up to monitors and scalpel trays. I’m the MD of this
hospital, baby. They say I’m a genius. But none of that matters. Because I’m still yours. Still your
babe. Still the girl who cried in your arms that day and whispered, “don’t ever forget me.” Did you?
Tell me you didn’t. Tell me something in you still aches like this. Or lie to me if you must. But speak
to me in the winds. I’ll be listening.

Scene 5: The White House, Washington D.C. — a grand presidential suite in shades of ivory
and gold. The private quarters of President Arjun Kapoor. Lavishly furnished, guarded by
thousands, it houses everything from a home spa to a personal gym, a private theater, and a
vast library filled with rare books. But the most striking sight is a massive portrait hanging
above his bed — a painting of Arjun holding Ananya in his arms, both smiling under a rainfall,
their eyes locked in timeless love. The rest of the room feels frozen around it. Arjun sits on the
velvet armchair near the window, drinking whiskey slowly. Across the room, a young woman
stands — her name is Kiara Mehra. Her face is flawless but cold, hiding the darkness she once
unleashed.
Arjun (glaring at her, voice stern, pained but sharp)
Don’t stand there like you belong in this room, Kiara. You never have and you never will. You
can put on every diamond in the world, dress in every designer label, but you’ll never replace
what I lost. You’re here because my parents insisted… because of their old promises and
business ties. But don’t mistake your presence as acceptance. I let you attend the state dinners,
the galas, the charity balls… but this room? This is sacred. That portrait on the wall? That’s
my soul, Kiara. That’s the only woman I have ever loved. The only one I still love. Every single
night I drink not to celebrate, but to forget that I failed her. You think you’ve won, don’t you?
You think being called the First Lady-in-waiting gives you the right to erase Ananya from my
heart? No. She’s in every breath I take, every move I make. I’m the President of the United
States and the reigning king of Bollywood, but none of this means a damn thing without her.
And let me be very clear — you may share the palace, but not my heart. Not my touch. Not my
bed. Get out, Kiara. Leave this room and take your jealousy with you.

Scene 6: The grand White House dining hall — a banquet for diplomats. Chandeliers sparkle,
chefs serve delicacies crafted by the finest hands in the world. Arjun enters in a crisp black
tuxedo, looking regal and unreadable. By his side are Aman and Ella Kapoor — his siblings.
Aman, a sharp, clean-shaven young CEO. Ella, elegant yet fierce, still in college but wise
beyond her years. They spot Kiara standing alone, trying to mingle, failing. They exchange a
glance, then speak to each other while sipping wine.
Aman (quietly to Ella, voice calm but cutting)
She thinks she’s winning, doesn’t she? Walking around like some queen, when she’s nothing
but a ghost’s shadow. We both know she was obsessed with Arjun even back when Ananya was
alive. I always felt something off about her, but no one listened. And now Ananya’s gone… and
somehow Kiara’s still here, trying to wear her smile, speak her lines, live her life. It makes me
sick. Arjun doesn’t even let her past his door. He talks about Ananya every night when the
cameras are off. Drinks himself into silence. He may rule nations, but he’s still her man. Still
cries her name in his sleep.
Ella (nodding, eyes burning)
I don’t believe Ananya is gone. Call it madness, call it denial — I don’t care. There’s no proof.
No body. No closure. A woman like her doesn’t disappear like smoke. She was fire. She lit up
Arjun’s world. I’ve read her poems, watched her films, even studied her dances. I know she’s
out there. Somewhere. And if she ever returns, I swear I will protect her this time. I will never
let Kiara near her again. Because Ananya wasn’t just Arjun’s babe… she was family.

Scene 7: Kiara Mehra’s private suite inside the White House — sleek, modern, cold. A room
filled with designer gowns, diamond-studded vanity, perfume bottles lined up like soldiers. She
stands in front of her mirror, still dressed in her formal gown, makeup flawless but eyes
burning with fury. Her smile has long faded. Her hands are clenched. The silence around her is
deafening, except for her own thoughts, loud and dangerous. She looks into the mirror as if
speaking to her reflection, her mind swirling with desperation and jealousy.
Kiara (thinking silently, her eyes narrowing, rage building)
How dare he? How dare Arjun still worship that woman like a goddess, as if I don’t exist? I’ve waited
for years — years — smiling at his family, pretending to be the good girl, fulfilling every requirement
just to earn a place by his side. And still, I’m standing on the other side of his door. That stupid
portrait... her face haunts me like some divine ghost. Ananya Malhotra. She took everything from me.
Every ounce of love, every shred of attention, every look that should have been mine. And even in
death, she still holds him prisoner. I tried to remove her once. Everyone thinks she died in an accident
— but it wasn’t fate. It was me. I planned it. I waited for the perfect moment. And yet, even that
wasn’t enough. He still sees only her. I’m tired of pretending now. I don’t care about the rules
anymore. I want Arjun. All of him. His love, his power, his bed, his name. If I have to wear her skin, I
will. If I have to bring her memory down brick by brick, I’ll do it. Ananya may have been his babe —
but I’ll be his queen. One way or another, I will get him. He will be mine. Even if I have to bury her a
second time.

Scene 8: Midnight. Ananya’s private cabin inside the ultra-modern New York hospital where
she is the MD. The room is serene—walls lined with medical books, a bronze Nataraja idol, soft
warm lighting. The television mounted on the wall is playing a global news channel. Suddenly, a
segment starts: “President Arjun Kapoor addresses the United Nations…” The screen fills with
his face. Ananya freezes, breath caught in her chest. Slowly, she walks closer to the TV, eyes
wide, trembling. Her glasses fog slightly. She raises her hand and gently touches his face on the
screen, then kisses it tenderly, tears rolling down.
Ananya (whispering, voice heavy with emotion, trembling lips)
Baby… oh my god, it’s you. You’re here. You’re real. You’re alive… and you’re everything you
promised you’d become. The President… look at you. Still carrying that same fire in your eyes. Still
holding the world in your palms. I used to tease you, remember? Said you'd run a country one day,
and you'd laugh and say, only if I were your First Lady. I never thought I’d see this day—see you
standing tall, commanding the world. And yet, all I can think about is that night you held me and told
me I was your entire universe. Baby, I’m right here. I’m alive. I’m breathing the same air as you,
aching the same way. You think I’m dead, I know. But I’m not. I’ve just been surviving, barely,
building a life without a soul. I became everything you believed I could be… but without you, none
of it matters. I want to scream your name, run into your arms, tell the world I’m still yours. But I
can’t. Not yet. I see the pain in your eyes even through the screen. You’re not over me. I know it. And
neither am I. I’m still your babe. Always was. Always will be.

Scene 9: White House press conference room — grand, echoing with anticipation. Journalists
from around the world sit poised with notepads and microphones. Cameras flash. President
Arjun Kapoor stands at the podium in a tailored navy suit, the American flag behind him. His
face is calm, but his eyes carry a shadow. A journalist stands and raises a question, voice polite
but curious: “Mr. President, the world knows you as a leader and a superstar, but who is the
lady love of your life? The world wants to know—who owns your heart?” Arjun pauses, his
eyes distant, as if transported back in time. He doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, he slowly
exhales, closes his eyes for a brief second… and sees her. Ananya. Laughing in the rain. Dancing
barefoot in their old apartment. Reading on the couch with messy hair. His voice is low, gentle,
and full of unspoken ache.
Arjun (softly, gaze fixed ahead, yet clearly seeing another world)
She was… magic. Not just beautiful—though she was, completely—but alive in a way most people
aren’t. She didn’t just live life, she lit it. With every word, every step, every smile, she made the air
feel lighter. She was fire and poetry, music and medicine. She could talk for hours about dance forms
I couldn't pronounce and still find time to school me on world politics with a cup of chai in hand. I
was just a boy chasing fame. She… she made me believe in forever. We used to fight, laugh, cry…
but no matter what, we always found our way back. She didn’t need the spotlight. She never asked
for it. But she was my spotlight. She still is. Wherever she is—if she’s out there—I hope she knows I
kept my promise. I never moved on. I never let go. My heart has been hers from the moment we met.
And it always will be. That’s all I’ll say.

Scene 10: Kiara Mehra’s suite — luxurious but ice cold. She stands frozen, watching the press
conference live on her private screen. Her champagne glass slips from her hand and crashes to
the marble floor. Her face twists with rage and disbelief. She knows. She knows exactly who he
meant.
Kiara (thinking with venom in her eyes, fists clenched tight)
It’s her. I know it’s her. That ghost — Ananya. He spoke like she still breathes. Like he still dreams
of her. He didn’t even say her name, and yet… every word was drenched in her. That soft voice, that
smile, those memories. He’s never looked at me like that, not even once. He’ll never say those words
about me. Never. I destroyed her. I ended her. I watched her fall. And yet she haunts me still. She
lives in his eyes, in his lips, in every damn breath he takes. I was supposed to be the one. I was
supposed to have his name, his power, his love. But all he sees is her. All he loves is her. If she’s truly
still alive… I will find her. And this time, I’ll make sure she vanishes forever.

Scene 11: The White House—Presidential Family Lounge, early evening. The chandeliers
glimmer softly over the elegant hall. Kiara Mehra sits with her high-society parents, Mr. Rajiv
Mehra and Mrs. Shanaya Mehra, both dressed in luxury. Arrogance rests in their tone and
posture. Kiara wears a crimson silk gown, makeup perfect, smile forced but determined. She
has just told them her plan—to marry Arjun immediately. They nod approvingly, seeing it as
the perfect alliance. Minutes later, escorted by White House staff, they are led into Arjun’s
private presidential chamber, a sacred space few dare to enter. Arjun sits near the fireplace,
sipping black coffee, dressed in a black sweater and slacks. The portrait of him and Ananya
looms over his shoulder like a silent sentinel. As they enter, his calm face turns stormy.
Arjun (voice rising slowly, each word cutting with quiet fire)
What the hell is this, Kiara? You barge into my space, my room—my sanctuary—with your parents,
like this is some business meeting to fix a deal? You all think this is a boardroom where signatures
seal fate? No. This room is where my soul lives. And you don’t belong in it. Neither of you do. Let
me say this clearly—I will not marry you, Kiara. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever. You’ve been
forcing this narrative for too long. I gave you respect because of my parents’ wishes, because of
diplomatic alliances, but I will not give you my heart. You can’t earn love by walking over memories.
And you three standing here, trying to pressure me into a wedding like this is the nineteen-hundreds?
Pathetic. I’m not some prince who can be paraded into submission. I’m the President of the United
States. And more than that—I’m still a man who loves someone who is not you. Yes, I loved her. Still
do. And even if the world believes she’s gone… she’s more alive in me than any of you will ever be.
You can dress this in gold, Kiara. You can play the perfect bride all you want. But I will never stand
at the altar with someone I do not love. Now get out. All of you.

Scene 12: Arjun’s Private Office — Midnight. The room is dim, the air tense. Arjun sits at his
antique mahogany desk, head down, hands locked. Across from him sit his parents — stern,
persistent. They’ve pushed him to the edge with relentless pressure, political consequences,
emotional guilt. He finally lifts his face, eyes cold and resigned, voice controlled like a man
surrendering to war.
Arjun (calm, broken but firm, eyes never blinking)
Fine. If this is what you want… if the peace of our families, the alliances, and your honor rests on this
wedding—then I’ll do it. I’ll marry her. But let it be known, to both of you, and to her if she’s
listening through those palace walls—there will be no love in this marriage. No warmth, no touch, no
promises. I’ll stand beside her, smile for your photos, say the vows at the altar… but that’s all it will
be. A transaction. A performance. My heart belongs to someone else. It always has. You want a
wedding? Fine. But don’t expect a marriage. She will never have me. Not truly.

Scene 13: New York City — A chic wedding planner office in Manhattan, designed in white and
rose-gold elegance. The Kapoors and Mehras unknowingly hire one of the top-rated planners
from an exclusive web portal. They don’t check the name properly—only a glowing resume and
an artistic photograph of deep brown eyes. The eyes are familiar. But no one recognizes them.
Behind the new identity and the luxurious business name stands Dr. Ananya Malhotra,
operating under the pseudonym “Dr. A. Raina.” She has taken up this assignment silently—
drawn in by fate, or perhaps a storm in her heart.

Scene 14: Ananya’s private study, late night. Books scattered around, medical notes half-
complete. She flips through television channels while sipping warm turmeric milk. Suddenly,
the channel freezes on breaking news—"President Arjun Kapoor to Marry Industrialist Heiress
Kiara Mehra in Royal Ceremony." The screen shows Arjun and Kiara standing side by side at
a formal press event. Ananya stares, lips trembling, her heart collapsing slowly. Her hands drop
the cup. It shatters. Her glasses fall to her lap. And then… the tears come. Not loud. Just soft,
endless streams.
Ananya (speaking to the silent walls, her voice shaking like a child left behind)
No… no, baby, you can’t. You promised me. You told me we’d build everything together—that no
matter where the world took us, we’d always find our way back. I’m right here… I’ve been here,
every damn day, watching you carry my memory like a scar on your chest. And now they’re marrying
you off? She’s standing beside you like she earned that place? I died to the world to protect you… but
you’re dying inside, and now I’m watching you walk into a prison in the name of duty. You still wear
my love in your eyes, baby. I see it, even through that suit and smile. I want to run to you, to tell you
I’m alive, that I’m still yours… but I can’t. Not yet. The world isn’t ready. But soon. I will see you
again. I swear I will. I just… never thought I’d see you like this. Not like this.

Scene 15: Manhattan — Ananya’s wedding planning office, a glass-walled space adorned with
soft white curtains, jasmine-scented candles, and elegant sketches of wedding themes.
Afternoon sun filters in gently through the windows. Ananya, dressed in a soft blue kurta and
wearing her specs, is going through décor mood boards with silent focus. Suddenly, the glass
door opens with a sharp click. Kiara Mehra walks in, draped in an extravagant red designer
saree, heels echoing like thunder. She holds a gold-embossed wedding invitation in hand. Her
smirk is venomous. Ananya’s body tenses. She knows that scent. That voice. That presence.
Kiara (holding out the invitation, voice dripping with mock sweetness)
I thought it would be poetic if I gave this to you myself, Dr. A. Raina… or should I say… Ananya
Malhotra? You planned your own ex’s wedding. How cinematic, isn’t it? You’re invited, of course.
You should see how a real bride stands beside Arjun. He’s forgotten you now. You’re just a memory
in his rear-view mirror. Nothing more.
Ananya (voice cracking, stepping forward, clutching the invitation)
Please… Kiara, don’t do this. Don’t marry him. You know he doesn’t love you. You know he’s still
mine. You’re forcing something that was never meant to be yours. I’m alive. I’ve stayed away for
long enough. But this—this wedding—it’s not love. It’s a lie wrapped in gold. Please… if there’s
even a shred of dignity in you, walk away. Let him go. Let us go.
Kiara (snorting, stepping closer, then shoving Ananya back by her shoulders)
Oh spare me the melodrama. You're too late, sweetheart. You had your chance and you blew it. The
world thinks you're dead, and honestly? You should’ve stayed that way. He’s mine now. His bed, his
house, his name—mine. You’re just a dusty story.
Ananya stumbles back, then straightens. Her eyes blaze like fire. She rips the invitation in half
and throws it to the ground. The flame in her has awakened. Her voice turns thunderous.
Ananya (storming forward, each word like thunder cracking in the air)
You listen to me, Kiara Mehra. You touched me once. Try it again and I will bury your lies with my
bare hands. I’ve been quiet for too long, hiding for reasons you’ll never understand. But that ends
now. I will not let this wedding happen. I will not let you steal what was never yours. You may have
fooled the world, but you will not fool fate. I’m coming for him. And this time… you won’t be able
to erase me. Be ready. Because war has begun. And I don’t lose.
Kiara takes a step back, visibly shaken. The venom in her gaze flickers with fear. She didn’t
expect this fire. Not from the girl she thought she buried.

Scene 16: Night. A shadowy, luxurious rooftop lounge in New York, overlooking the skyline.
Ananya is alone, thinking, breathing heavy under the weight of her vow. Her phone vibrates. A
message. No name. Just an image. Her eyes widen in horror. It’s her younger brother, Aryan —
smiling, walking out of his university. Another image follows — a sniper view locked on him.
The next message reads: “Say a word, and his story ends. Stay quiet. Come to the palace. Finish
the wedding. Or bury your brother.” Ananya’s hands tremble. Her heart sinks. Her world
collapses — again.
Scene 17: A private lounge inside the White House — the wedding planning command center.
Kiara stands smug, leaning against a marble counter, watching Ananya enter slowly. But this
time, Ananya isn’t the radiant planner everyone knew. She walks in silently, covered head-to-
toe in a black silk burqa, only her intense brown eyes visible. The staff assumes she’s the
assistant to the planner. Kiara, however, knows exactly who she is. She smiles coldly as they face
off in private, hidden from the rest.
Kiara (whispering viciously, leaning close with cruel eyes)
I knew you’d come crawling back. You love too deeply, Ananya. That’s always been your weakness.
That precious brother of yours… what’s his name? Aryan, right? Such a sweet boy. Shame if his life
gets cut short because you couldn't keep your pride in check. You said you’d stop the wedding. Now?
You’ll make it perfect. You’ll choose the flowers, the fabrics, the vows. You’ll smile while I walk
down the aisle. And when I become Mrs. Kiara Kapoor... you’ll vanish again. Forever.
Ananya (voice muffled but steel underneath, her eyes like knives through the burqa veil)
I’ll do what you say. I’ll plan the damn wedding. I’ll decorate your fantasy, dress you in gold, and
watch you lie your way into history. But don’t mistake my silence for surrender, Kiara. You’ve woken
something in me you cannot cage. I’ll protect my brother. I’ll play your little game. But when it
ends—when that final bell rings—you’ll understand what real fear feels like. Because I may be
wearing this veil today... but when it lifts, so will every shadow you ever hid behind. And nothing will
save you then. Not his name. Not this palace. Not even the devil you serve.
Kiara flinches, for the first time visibly rattled. Ananya turns, burqa swaying like a blade
through the air, and disappears into the crowd of wedding preparations. She is hidden. But not
gone. The war has only begun.

Scene 18: Ananya’s Hospital – VIP Floor – Afternoon. The hallway smells of antiseptic and
jasmine. A quiet hum of machines and footsteps echo faintly. Ananya, in her white doctor’s coat
and soft spectacles, walks out of the operation theatre, exhausted but graceful. Her presence is
calm, regal, almost divine. As she turns toward her office, a familiar giggle stops her in her
tracks. Twenty of her childhood best friends, the same girls who once danced with her on school
lawns, walk in through the elevator, their faces stunned. They drop the bouquet in their hands.
Silence. The world freezes.
Megha (stepping forward, eyes wide, voice quivering)
A-Ananya...? No… this… this can’t be… We buried you… we cried for you for years. They said you
were gone. You were gone, Ananya… we lit candles for you. Is this real?
Tears form in Ananya’s eyes. She gently pulls them into her office, locks the door behind them.
They all sit stunned, breathing heavy, unable to believe the miracle before their eyes. Then
Ananya speaks, voice soft and soaked in pain.
Ananya (looking each of them in the eye, hands trembling slightly)
Yes… it’s me. I’m alive. But you must promise me… not a word of this leaves this room. If any of
you go to Arjun now… you will see a version of him that you’re not ready for. You’ll see a man filled
with destruction. A man that will burn down everything, including himself, to get to me. And I… I
can’t risk that. I can’t lose him again. I’ll tell you everything. Please just listen.
They sit in shocked silence. She walks to the window, draws the curtains, then slowly begins
unraveling the truth — from the beginning.
Ananya (her voice heavy, steady, recounting every beat of her tragedy)
It started the day our NEET results were announced. I had topped the district. I was happy, smiling,
celebrating with you all on that cliff. And then she came. That girl… that jealous girl from our own
school. She had always hated me… for my marks, my smile, my bond with Arjun. I never thought she
could turn that hate into something so dark. She walked behind me, and without a word… pushed me.
I didn’t even have time to scream. I remember falling… I remember the silence as the wind screamed
past my ears… and then, nothing.
Her hands tremble. Her friends listen, pale and breathless.
Ananya (voice cracking, her eyes wet)
When I woke up… I was in a dark room. Somewhere remote. Guards everywhere. She had hired
them. She stood there, with a blank cheque and a smile that could rot bone. And then she said it—if I
returned, if Arjun ever saw me again… they’d kill him. Kill my brother. Aman. Elle. All of them. She
said my only option was to vanish. Leave India. Disappear. Or they die.
Megha (sobbing)
Oh my god… Ananya…
Ananya (wiping her tears, holding herself strong)
I signed the papers. Took the cheque. I booked the flight she gave me. And I left. Alone. Broken. But
I survived. I changed my name. Got admission abroad. Studied. Danced. Sang. Acted. Operated. I
became everything I had dreamed of. But every night… I still cried for him. For Arjun. I watched him
grow into the man he is today… from across the oceans. And now… I’ve returned. But in shadows.
I’m here… but I’m not. Because I can’t risk it. Not yet.
The friends cry silently. Megha grabs Ananya’s hand tightly.
Megha (fierce and emotional)
You are not alone anymore, Ananya. We’re with you. All of us. This ends now. You don’t have to
hide. We’ll protect Aryan. We’ll expose her. Whatever it takes.
Ananya looks at them—twenty sisters of her soul. And for the first time in years, she breathes.
Not with fear. But with a flicker of hope.

Scene 19: Ananya’s Office – Same Day, Few Minutes Later. The walls are silent witnesses to
pain and power. Her friends are still sitting around her, their eyes wet, their hearts burning.
Megha, Priya, Ritu, and the rest hold each other’s hands. The bond between them has just
grown stronger — forged through fire, separation, and revelation. The silence breaks with
Megha’s whisper.
Megha (looking down at her phone, voice heavy)
Ananya… he’s getting married. The announcement went viral just now. Arjun and Kiara. The
wedding is in three weeks. It’s… it’s everywhere. The press is going mad.
Ananya exhales deeply, slowly. She turns away from the window, adjusts her spectacles, and
takes off her doctor’s coat. She folds it neatly and places it on the table. She looks at them all
with a strange calm — a calm like still water before a storm.
Ananya (voice steady, low, but unshakably powerful)
I know. I’ve known. I was hired… by them. They don’t know it’s me. I used a new name. Hid my
identity. Used only my eyes in the portfolio. I’m the event planner for their wedding. I’ve seen the
venue. Touched the fabrics. Walked the aisle she wants to walk on with him. And every step… every
step feels like I’m walking through my own funeral. But I accepted it. Because I have one purpose —
to be there, close enough to destroy what she stole from me. This isn’t just a wedding. It’s war. And I
will not lose.
Priya stands, eyes fierce, her voice like fire.
Priya (grabbing her hand tightly)
And you won’t fight this alone. You think we’d let you go through this madness alone, again? No,
Ananya. We’re in this. All of us. From decorations to disguise, surveillance to sabotage — whatever it
takes. We’re your army now. You planned this event… now let us rewrite its end.
Ritu (nodding hard, clenching her fists)
We’ll stay hidden. We’ll work as your backup. You be the planner. We’ll be the protectors. No one
will touch Aryan. No one will hurt Arjun. And that witch Kiara? She’ll wish she never crawled into
your story.
Megha (stepping forward, emotional but burning inside)
This isn't about just stopping a wedding anymore. This is about taking back your life. Your identity.
Your name. Ananya Malhotra didn’t die on that cliff. She was reborn. And now, the world’s going to
remember exactly who the hell you are.
Ananya’s lips curve into a slight, powerful smile. She walks to the mirror. Looks into her own
eyes — the same ones that watched love bloom, and then shatter. She speaks quietly, but each
word echoes louder than thunder.
Ananya (whispering, staring into her reflection)
I’m coming, Arjun. Not for revenge. Not for forgiveness. But for truth. I will stand in front of you
again… and you will know. You will remember me. Not the girl they buried. But the woman they
couldn’t kill.
The friends gather behind her, standing tall, a silent army ready for the storm. The story has
changed. Ananya is no longer a victim. She is a storm cloaked in silk.

Scene 20: The Presidential Estate – Arjun Kapoor’s Mansion – Grand Entrance Hall. The floor
glistens like still water. Gold-lined walls echo with silence. Outside, the security gates part for a
black vehicle. Ananya steps out, wrapped fully in a jet-black burqa. Behind her, her twenty
childhood best friends follow, each of them dressed like staff, but eyes burning with purpose.
The palace smells of roses and whiskey. Inside, Arjun sits alone near the grand staircase, a
drink in his hand, his thoughts elsewhere — until the quiet sound of footsteps wakes his broken
heart.
Scene 21: The Hall – Present. Arjun turns slowly. He sees the group. His eyes widen in surprise.
Among them, he spots familiar faces — Megha. Priya. Ritu. All from his past. His heart races.
His soul stirs. His lips part, but no words come out.
Megha (stepping forward boldly, anger in her eyes)
Why, Arjun? Why are you doing this? You promised her forever. You promised us that you would
never let her memory die. And now you're marrying Kiara? Have you forgotten who you are without
Ananya?
Priya (voice trembling, emotional)
You built palaces. You ruled empires. But the girl who gave you reason to dream—what about her?
What if she was here… watching you? What would you say?
Arjun stands, his drink placed aside. His voice is hoarse, but every word bleeds with truth.
Arjun (softly, eyes dark and distant)
I never stopped loving Ananya. Not for a second. I breathe, but I don’t live. I smile, but it’s hollow.
Every room in this mansion has her memory. I didn’t marry Kiara for love — I’m doing it because
my parents think this will heal me. They don’t know… nothing can. Not until Ananya walks through
that door again. And if she did… if she ever came back… I’d fall to my knees and thank the heavens.
She was… she is my everything. I built this empire thinking someday she’d return. Everything I
own… means nothing without her.
The room goes quiet. Ananya, hidden under her burqa, stands frozen, her heart pounding like
drums. Her fingers tremble. And then… she sees it — his coat, placed gently on the chair next
to her. His scent still lingers. The memory still breathes. She slowly walks toward it, kneels
beside it. No one sees her face. But her shoulders shake as silent sobs escape her. She clutches
the coat to her chest, kisses the fabric, her tears soaking into the threads. The love she buried
floods out.
Ananya (whispering into the coat, trembling)
You still love me… and I never stopped loving you, baby. I was never gone, Arjun. I was always
yours. Even when the world thought I was dead… I stayed alive for you.
Arjun feels something shift. He turns, sensing a presence he cannot name, a truth he cannot see.
He walks toward the group, past Ananya, unaware of who hides behind the veil — but his heart
skips. His steps pause. His soul aches.
Arjun (whispers to himself)
Why does it feel like she’s close... like she’s right here?
Ananya clutches the coat tighter, breathing deep, struggling to hold back the truth burning in
her throat. Megha gently places her hand on Ananya’s shoulder, grounding her. The storm
inside her only just begun.

Scene 22: The Presidential Mansion – Side Hallway – Same Day. Marble floors echo with heels.
The air is thick with tension. Kiara walks in wearing a designer saree, flaunting diamonds like
trophies. Her eyes scan the group of Ananya’s friends still standing in the hallway, their energy
unshakable. She spots Megha and walks straight up to her, smugness dripping from every step.
Kiara (crossing her arms, voice loud and mocking)
Well, well, what is this? A reunion of losers? You all really think playing saviours will change
anything? Arjun’s mine now. You should get used to it. I mean, the poor thing spent years crying, and
I’m the one helping him move on. Not some dead ghost from the past. I won. You lost. And please—
your dramatic entrance? Laughable. You’re not even invited.
Priya, Ritu, Megha, and the rest exchange a knowing look. Calm. Untouched. Megha steps
forward, eyes burning through Kiara’s skin like fire through silk.
Megha (voice sharp, unapologetic)
You think you’ve won because you're standing next to a throne that was never meant for you?
Darling, Arjun may smile for the world, but we saw the truth in his eyes. Every breath he takes still
calls for Ananya. Every heartbeat of his still spells her name. And you? You’re just a placeholder.
Temporary noise in a love story written in eternity.
Priya (smirking slightly, deadly calm)
You think being flashy makes you worthy? Let’s be real — Ananya didn’t need diamonds to shine.
She was the light. And Arjun? He was never yours. He still isn’t. That man you’re clinging to…
already belongs to someone. In soul, in memory, in destiny. And that someone isn't you.
Ritu (stepping beside them, arms folded)
You mocked us, but we’ve seen the truth you can’t digest. You can wear all the gold in the world and
still not weigh enough to stand where Ananya once stood. He didn’t choose you. He’s enduring you.
There’s a difference. You can plan a wedding, Kiara. But you can’t force a heart to forget its only
home.
Kiara falters for the first time. Her smirk fades just slightly. She glances around — security
guards watching, staff pausing. The air is heavy. Her voice cracks faintly.
Kiara (defensive, snapping)
You think I’m scared of a bunch of overgrown schoolgirls clinging to a dead girl’s name?
Ritu chuckles darkly. She walks right up, her words slicing through the silence.
Ritu (leaning in, deadly whisper)
You should be. Because Ananya Malhotra isn't dead. And if she ever decides to rise again… not even
your daddy’s money can save you from what’s coming.
Kiara’s face stiffens. The confidence breaks for a split second. She turns away, hiding her fear
behind a forced laugh. But the fire has been lit. The air shifts. And the storm has only just
begun.

Scene 23: Presidential Mansion – Lavish Garden Area – Late Afternoon. The sun glows gold,
casting soft shadows across the marbled pathways. Jasmine flowers dance in the breeze. Staff
buzz around preparing for the engagement ceremony. In one corner, a private car pulls in —
and out step Meera Malhotra, Rajesh Malhotra, and Rahul Malhotra. A national storm has
arrived — one a legendary actress, the other a famous producer, and their son, the captain of
Team India. Guests whisper in awe as the family walks through. Their eyes glow with pride,
unaware their lost daughter is just a few steps away.
Scene 24: Hidden Among Drapes – Side Path Behind the Garden Pillar. Ananya, still in her
burqa, clutches the event file. Her heart races. Tears blur her vision as she watches her family
— the family she was torn away from — laugh, walk, and breathe in the same air as her. She
hides behind a decorated arch, her hands trembling.
She bends down slowly, touches the ground, folds her hands, and closes her eyes. She bows,
silently placing her forehead against the floor, seeking her parents’ blessings from a distance.
Her lips move quietly in prayer.
Ananya (whispering to herself)
Maa… Papa… forgive me. I’m alive… I’m here… and I’ve missed you every single day. I wanted to
run to you. But I couldn’t. I had to keep you safe. I had to protect Rahul… I had to survive so you’d
all live in peace, even without me.
Suddenly, she hears a firm voice behind her. Familiar. Strong. Emotional.
Rahul (sternly, confused)
Hey! You… stop! Who are you? Why are you hiding near my parents like that?
Ananya panics. She rises slowly, trying to turn away, but her foot hits a pebble. She stumbles.
Her burqa hood slips just slightly. Just enough. Rahul’s sharp eyes catch a glimpse — those
eyes. That face. His breath catches in his throat. He takes a step forward. His voice cracks.
Rahul (stunned, gasping)
No… no way. This can’t be… Ananya? ANANYA!?
Ananya turns, slowly lifting the veil fully. Her eyes, filled with tears, lock with his. Time stands
still. Rahul drops his phone. His eyes widen, knees weakening. His voice trembles between
disbelief and heartbreak.
Rahul (stepping back)
This… this is impossible. We thought you died. We searched… Arjun broke… Maa still cries for you.
Papa stopped writing. How… how are you here? Where were you all these years?
Ananya breaks. Her lips quiver. Her legs shake. But her voice comes out, fragile but honest.
Ananya (tears pouring)
I was taken. Forced to disappear. After the NEET results were announced… I was pushed off the cliff.
It wasn’t an accident. Kiara’s people — they staged it. They blackmailed me. They said if I came
back, Arjun would die… you would die. They gave me a blank cheque, a flight, a threat… and I left.
For your safety. Not a day passed without me dying inside. I became a doctor. I hid my name. I cried
every night longing to come home. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t lose you.
Rahul staggers forward. He places his hand on her shoulder, tears now flowing freely. The
brother who once lost his world sees her again. His voice is thick, heavy, but loving.
Rahul (pulling her into a hug)
You're back… you're really back. I don’t care how or why. But I swear, this time, no one takes you
away from us again. Not Kiara. Not fate. Not fear. Welcome home, baby sister. You’ve suffered alone
for too long. Now… we fight this together.
Ananya sobs into his chest, clutching him tightly, finally wrapped in the arms that were always
meant to protect her. And for the first time in years, she feels safe.

Scene 25: Presidential Mansion – Royal Guest Lounge – Evening. A chandelier glows above,
casting shimmering light across the mahogany room. Arjun sits alone on a velvet chair, swirling
whiskey in his glass, lost in thought. The heavy wooden doors creak open. Meera and Rajesh
walk in gracefully, followed by a few staff. Arjun rises in respect. They signal everyone to leave.
It’s a private conversation. The air tightens.
Meera sits beside Rajesh, both wearing elegant traditional attire. Their expressions are soft but
firm. Arjun, though respectful, keeps glancing at the door—as if expecting Ananya’s shadow to
appear any second. He stands, silent, waiting.
Meera (gently, but seriously)
Arjun, beta… we’ve come here not just for the engagement, but also to talk to you about something
that’s been hurting all of us for years. You’ve held onto Ananya’s memory for too long. She was our
daughter too. And we lost her. We all did. But it’s time to let her go. You have to stop living in her
absence. She’s gone.
Rajesh (nodding slowly)
We know you loved her more than life. But what would she want? For you to remain frozen in the
past? Kiara... she’s trying, Arjun. She may not be perfect, but she’s here. Ananya is… she’s not
coming back. Don’t keep destroying yourself for a ghost.
Arjun clenches his jaw. His hands tighten around the glass, but he places it down carefully. His
voice is low. Controlled. But the storm beneath is real.
Arjun (coldly, eyes fixed on them)
A ghost? That’s what she’s become for the world? She wasn’t just my love. She was my breath. She
didn’t die for me. She is me. Every room I enter echoes her laugh. Every night I close my eyes, I hear
her promise that she’ll never leave. And you're asking me to forget her? Replace her with someone
who tried to wear her place like a costume?
Meera and Rajesh exchange a confused glance, not understanding the depth of his pain. Rahul
stands silently behind the hallway curtain, his fists clenched, jaw tight. He knows the truth now
— but he’s sworn to Ananya not to reveal it yet.
Rajesh (gently, almost pleading)
We’re not saying stop loving her, Arjun. We’re just saying… don’t lose yourself. We’ve seen what
you’ve become. This house, the security, the parties—it’s all a cage. Ananya wouldn’t want this for
you.
Arjun turns away, his voice cracking despite trying to hold it in. He looks out the large glass
window toward the sky, the stars barely visible.
Arjun (softly, with restrained agony)
You think I don’t know she’s gone? That I didn’t stand at the cliff screaming her name until my voice
bled? You think any day passes where I don’t look for her face in the crowd? You think I want this
wedding? I agreed because I’m tired of everyone telling me to move on. But in this entire world of
fame and power, there’s only one truth that never left me — I still love Ananya. And no one... not
even you... can ask me to stop.
Meera lowers her eyes, visibly emotional. Rajesh sits silently, suddenly unsure. They didn’t
know his wounds were still so fresh. Behind the curtain, Rahul closes his eyes, torn between
keeping his sister’s secret and the pain of watching Arjun break again.

Scene 26: Presidential Mansion – Grand Engagement Hall – Night. Glittering lights shower
down from the crystal chandeliers. Guests from across the world are gathered — ministers,
celebrities, diplomats. Classical music plays as the stage is set with rose-gold drapes and silver
detailing. In the center, a grand ring tray glimmers. Arjun Kapoor, dressed in a sharp royal
blue sherwani, steps forward. His face is stoic, distant, unreadable. By his side stands Kiara
Sehgal, glowing in a heavily embroidered lehenga, wearing a forced smile hiding her obsession.
As the priest chants, the crowd rises. Arjun walks up to the podium. Everyone waits for the
moment the ring is to be exchanged. But then, he lifts his right hand, wrapped in a crisp white
bandage around his ring finger. The hall gasps slightly. Kiara stares at it. He speaks, clearly and
calmly.
Arjun (addressing everyone)
My right-hand ring finger is injured. A minor accident. Nothing serious. So, as per doctor’s advice,
the ring will go on another finger today. Traditions bend for practicality. But meanings... meanings
never change.
Kiara forces a giggle, slips the ring onto his left-hand finger. Arjun places a matching ring on
her finger without looking into her eyes. Applause fills the room. But his gaze never leaves the
portrait behind them — the one the decorators secretly placed: a faint golden sketch of a
woman dancing in the moonlight. Only he knows it’s inspired by Ananya.
Later: Private Chamber – After the Ceremony. The door closes behind Kiara and Arjun. The
sound of the world fades. Arjun turns to face her, slowly removing his coat, his voice sharp and
emotionless.
Arjun (coldly)
Now that this engagement drama is over, listen carefully, Kiara. I don’t love you. I never will. You’ve
forced this moment, not earned it. So here are ten rules you will follow in this arrangement. Not for
your sake — for my family’s peace.
Kiara freezes as Arjun steps closer, locking his eyes with hers.
Arjun (counting off each point with brutal clarity)
One — you will never enter my bedroom without my permission.
Two — don’t touch my things, especially anything related to Ananya.
Three — you will never question my timings, whereabouts, or who I meet.
Four — this marriage will never be physical. Keep that in mind.
Five — you will attend events as a showpiece, not a partner.
Six — my family respects you only because they don’t know the truth. You’ll never manipulate them.
Seven — if you threaten or harm anyone I care about, I swear I will destroy you beyond repair.
Eight — you may wear my name, but it means nothing without my heart.
Nine — don’t interfere with Aman, Elle, or Rahul. They’re my soul. You stay out of their lives.
Ten — this marriage ends the day I choose truth over silence. And when that day comes, you’ll regret
ever wanting this ring.
Kiara’s fake smile fades. Her eyes narrow, but Arjun turns away, unfazed. He walks to his
minibar, pours himself a drink, and mutters while staring at the photo of Ananya hidden in his
drawer.
Arjun (softly, to himself)
Only one woman ever held this heart… and she still does. Wherever you are, Ananya… this ring
means nothing until it’s yours.
Kiara clenches her fists, but says nothing. She knows… her control is slipping.

Scene 27: Hospital Rooftop – Midnight Breeze, Silver Moonlight. Ananya stands alone near the
edge, dressed in her full black burqa, her eyes the only visible part of her. The wind brushes
against her gently as she takes out a tiny velvet box from her bag — inside it gleams a delicate
ring, one Arjun had gifted her years ago during a rainy evening on a college trip. She slips it
onto her finger, trembling, tears streaming down silently beneath the veil.
Her mind replays Arjun’s voice, his laughter, their promises. She stares at the ring like it’s a
living memory. Her heart crumbles, knowing that today, he wore a ring from someone else. But
she cannot remove Arjun from her soul — every heartbeat still belongs to him.
Ananya (softly, weeping)
This ring still feels like him. Even after all these years, it wraps around me like his warmth. I never
wanted this to happen, Arjun. I wanted to scream when I saw her put that ring on you. But I stayed
quiet… for your life… for my brother’s life. If only you knew who was hiding behind this cloth. I’m
right in front of you, yet a universe away.
Suddenly, she hears footsteps behind her. She stiffens, quickly wiping her tears. She turns
slightly, still veiled. Arjun stands there, dressed in a formal black suit, a glass of whiskey in
hand, looking tired and distracted. He notices her figure against the moonlight, something
about her aura pulling him in. He walks closer, unaware that this veiled woman is the heartbeat
he lost.
Arjun (gentle but curious)
Strange... I don’t usually find anyone up here at this hour. Who are you? New event planner, right?
The one Kiara recommended?
Ananya lowers her head, nodding silently. Her voice is calm but low, trying to hide her identity.
Ananya (softly)
Yes, sir. I’m part of the planning staff... I was just here for some air.
Arjun (nodding, then gazing at her intensely)
You know, there’s something about you. I don’t know what it is. Your presence… it feels hauntingly
familiar. The way you stand, the silence in your eyes… it reminds me of someone I once knew.
Someone I lost. Maybe I’m drunk… or maybe I’m just desperate to see her again. She used to wear a
ring like that too.
Ananya’s fingers instinctively clutch the ring tighter. Her eyes well up again. She dares not
respond. Arjun stares at the sky, exhaling a deep breath.
Arjun (softly, almost breaking)
She was the kind of woman who didn’t need to speak to make you feel. Just one look, and I’d feel
home. The world thinks she’s gone, but I feel her around me... like she’s still breathing somewhere.
Hiding. Watching. And I keep hoping… one day, maybe I’ll find her again. Or she’ll find me.
Ananya’s tears flow uncontrollably under the veil. Her lips part, but no sound escapes. Her
entire soul aches to scream: "I’m here!" But the threat over her loved ones holds her back. She
gently turns to leave, holding the ring close to her heart.
Ananya (whispering as she walks past him)
Some truths are buried… not because they’re lies… but because revealing them might burn the ones
we love.
Arjun turns suddenly.
Arjun (quickly)
Wait… what did you say?
But Ananya has already vanished into the shadowed hallway, leaving behind only the fragrance
of jasmine — the same scent Arjun once loved. He stands frozen, shaken. His heart thumps. His
mind spins. For the first time in years, he feels something he thought he had lost forever —
hope.

Scene 28: Two Hearts, One Storm – Midnight, Parallel Locations – Ananya’s Apartment and
Arjun’s Presidential Suite. Thunder roars outside as a storm brews, matching the turmoil
within both souls.
In her apartment, Ananya sits curled up on her reading chair, still in her burqa, her specs
resting on a stack of worn-out novels. Her eyes are swollen, lips trembling, as she hugs a framed
photo of Arjun close to her chest. Across the world, in his lavish presidential suite, Arjun stands
in the center of the room, fists clenched, his breath ragged, his heart burning with pain.
Ananya clutches the photo and speaks through sobs.
Ananya (broken voice)
Why does fate punish those who love purely? I never betrayed you, Arjun. I was taken… stolen from
you… and I still carry you in my every breath. I walk, I speak, I smile… but none of it is mine. It’s
all borrowed from the memory of you. I’ve become someone else for your safety, and every moment,
I die inside thinking someone else stands next to you, wears the ring that should’ve been mine, says
the words I carved in my heart for you. But how do I return to you when my return means danger for
the ones you love? I’m trapped between your love and your life, and I can’t choose either without
losing the other.
Meanwhile, Arjun rips off his sherwani angrily, throws it across the room, and begins to hurl
everything within sight. The whiskey glass shatters against the wall. Vases crash. Curtains are
torn. Cushions fly as he destroys the suite like a madman. Aman and Elle try to intervene but
back away, knowing this is the storm he must release alone.
Arjun (screaming in agony)
Why!? Why did you leave me, Ananya!? You promised! You swore on my name, on our love, that
you would never go! And I waited... I searched... and all I got was silence! Why!? Why didn’t you
fight to come back!? You left me in the hands of liars! Kiara stands next to me and I see nothing but
shadows! Her touch is poison! Her smile is fake! It should have been you beside me! Your eyes in my
mornings! Your voice in my nights! What am I without you!? I’m not a king. I’m a damn corpse in a
crown!
He falls to his knees, sobbing, head bowed to the floor, fists hitting the marble tiles. His voice
breaks.
Arjun (whispers)
I would burn this whole world if I could hold you just once more. Just one second. Just one breath.
Come back to me, Ananya. Please... wherever you are... come back.
Miles away, Ananya feels the same breakdown in her bones. She screams into the silence of her
apartment, hugging the picture tighter. Her cries match his, a symphony of separated soulmates
lost in a cruel destiny. The night howls with their pain. But somewhere deep inside — something
shifts. The thread between them, though invisible, still pulses with life.

Scene 29: Emergency Ward – Ananya’s Hospital, Operation Theatre – Late Night. A siren wails
as two ambulances screech into the hospital premises. The emergency room doors burst open.
Two bloodied soldiers, victims of a terrorist attack in Ahlagama, Jammu and Kashmir, are
wheeled in on stretchers. The entire team jolts into action. Ananya, wearing her surgeon's coat,
stethoscope, gloves, and specs, runs in with her best friends by her side, already in scrubs.
The atmosphere is heavy. The smell of blood fills the room. Monitors beep rapidly. Nurses shout
vitals. Ananya’s calm voice cuts through the chaos like a blade.
Ananya (firm but urgent)
Shift them to Operation Theatres One and Two! Alert neuro, cardio, and ortho! I want blood units
ready — type O-negative. We don’t have time. This is going to be critical.
Her best friends rush with her — Dr. Mira and Dr. Vanya. Ananya leads the surgery on Soldier
One, Mira on the second. Inside the OT, time races. Scalpels flash, sutures fly, and every second
is a battle. Blood pressure crashes. Flatlines blink. Everyone fights. Ananya’s voice rises over
the monitor’s shrill alarm.
Ananya (yelling)
No! Not yet! Get me two more units of plasma! Start chest compressions — now! I'm not losing him!
She continues CPR until her arms are weak. Sweat drips down her forehead. The line stays flat.
One long, deafening beep. The nurse slowly turns her head toward Ananya.
Nurse (softly)
Doctor... time of death?
Ananya stands still for a second, her eyes locked on the lifeless face of the soldier. Her voice is
choked when she finally speaks.
Ananya (low, heavy)
Declare... time of death… 3:17 A.M.
Next door, Mira emerges with tears in her eyes. Vanya follows. The second soldier couldn’t be
saved either. Ananya slowly pulls off her gloves, removes her mask, and walks to the corner of
the hallway. She leans against the wall and breathes heavily, trying to stay strong. Her friends
follow her, silent.
Ananya (whispering in pain)
We gave everything... and still lost them. I held his heart in my hands... and I watched it fade. They
survived bullets, bombs… only to die on my table. Sometimes I wonder — what’s the point of being
a top surgeon… if I can’t keep them alive?
Dr. Mira (gently)
You gave them a chance when no one else could. You fought till the end. That matters.
Dr. Vanya (placing a hand on her shoulder)
You’re not God, Ananya. But to them, you were their last hope. And you stood for them. That’s more
than most can do.
Ananya nods, fighting back tears. She takes off her specs and wipes her eyes.
Ananya (quiet but fierce)
If I couldn’t save them... then I’ll honour them. I’ll fight harder. These hands will never stop. Not
until I save every soul I can. I’ve already lost too many. I won’t lose more.
Outside, a light rain begins to fall. Inside, the silence hangs like a shroud. A salute is given to the
fallen. And in the heart of a woman once thought dead, a new fire is born — stronger, fiercer,
unstoppable.

Scene 30: Basement Room – Wedding Venue – Midnight. Dim Lights. Flickering Bulb. Rain
Pours Outside.
Ananya, still dressed in her burqa with her specs slightly crooked, is called by a fake wedding
staff member into a dark storage room under the pretense of checking the decoration setup. As
soon as she steps in, the door slams shut behind her. She turns sharply — it’s Kiara, standing
with arms folded, lips curled into a wicked smile. Behind her stand two of her loyal guards.
Kiara (coldly)
I warned you once, I warned you twice. But now, I’m done playing games. I know who you are, Dr.
Ananya Malhotra. You thought hiding under that burqa would keep you safe from me? You forgot —
I finish what I start.
Ananya remains calm, adjusting her specs, but her eyes narrow.
Ananya (calm but firm)
You can cage my body, Kiara, but not my soul. You can throw darkness around me, but the truth? It
always finds light. You may have fooled the world, but Arjun’s heart… it beats for me. Not you.
Never you.
Kiara’s expression twists. In blind rage, she slaps Ananya hard across the face. Ananya
stumbles but doesn’t fall. Blood trickles from her lip. The guards hold her arms. Kiara walks
close, whispers with venom.
Kiara (viciously)
Don’t test me. I’ll make your life worse than death. You show your face near Arjun again, and next
time, your brother’s accident won’t be fake. I own this wedding, I own this moment — and I will
erase you like I did years ago. This time, forever.
She raises her hand again — but suddenly, the door bursts open. A torchlight cuts through the
dark. Ananya’s best friends — Mira, Vanya, and Tara — storm in, fierce and unafraid. They
rush to her side. Mira steps between Ananya and Kiara.
Dr. Mira (angrily)
Touch her again, and I swear I’ll show you how a surgeon cuts not just with scalpel, but with rage.
You may think you’re powerful, Kiara — but you're standing in the presence of women who have
nothing left to lose.
Dr. Vanya (grabbing Ananya’s hand)
You’ve messed with the wrong girl. She didn’t survive hell to bow before a snake like you.
Tara (to the guards)
Back off — or we’ll file charges so fast, your ancestors will feel the heat.
The guards hesitate and step back. Kiara, cornered, steps back in frustration, furious. Ananya
wipes the blood from her lip and stands tall, facing Kiara. Her voice is steady, eyes sharp like
fire through her specs.
Ananya (cold and commanding)
You’ve hurt me before. You tried to kill me. But here I am, Kiara — alive, stronger, and burning with
truth. Try again, and this time, I’ll destroy every mask you hide behind. You threatened my love, my
life, and my brother. Now I promise you — I will end this farce. You wanted war? You’ve got it. And
this time… you lose.
Ananya and her BFFs walk out, heads high, leaving Kiara frozen in place — her confidence
cracking. Outside, thunder crashes again. The storm has only just begun.

Scene 31: Doctor’s Lounge – Ananya’s Hospital – Early Morning. Calm After Chaos. A Gentle
Breeze Blows Through the Half-Open Window.
Ananya sits silently on the hospital couch, her burqa removed, her face bruised, a small cut on
her lip, her specs slightly tilted. Her hands tremble faintly from the shock of Kiara’s attack. Her
best friends — Mira, Vanya, and Tara — gently help her lie down on the couch. A first aid box
is opened, and Mira takes lead with cotton, antiseptic, and bandages.
Dr. Mira (softly but sternly)
Just breathe, Ananya. You don’t need to be strong every second. Let us hold you now. You’ve been
fighting alone for too long.
Vanya gently dabs the wound on Ananya’s forehead while Tara fixes her specs. Mira carefully
applies ointment to her lip. Their touches are full of care, their eyes full of fire and pain.
Dr. Vanya (gently)
This isn’t just about wounds. This is about showing you you’re not alone anymore. You’ve carried
this weight, this silence, for years. But now... we carry it with you.
Tara (holding Ananya’s hand)
We didn’t get to stand by you when you were caged by fate. But now? We’ll protect you from every
shadow, every slap, every lie. They will have to go through us to get to you again.
Ananya’s eyes well up. Her lips tremble as she whispers.
Ananya (choked with emotion)
I thought... if I stayed quiet, everyone would be safe. I thought burying my pain meant protecting the
ones I love. But today... when you came for me... it felt like I wasn’t invisible anymore.
Tears fall freely now. She slowly sits up, her body still aching, and reaches for all three. She
pulls them into a tight hug, arms trembling, heart pouring out every ounce of bottled-up
sorrow.
Ananya (through tears)
You all... you reminded me of who I was. You brought back the girl who could dream, who could
fight, who could love without fear. I don’t care how powerful Kiara is, how twisted her threats are...
with you three by my side, I can face anything. I can win him back... or I can burn this fake world
down trying.
The four friends stay locked in the embrace — a bond forged in fire, pain, and sisterhood. No
words left — just the quiet rhythm of healing hearts beating together.
Scene 32: Arjun’s Presidential Suite – Dawn – Dim Light Filters Through Sheer Curtains.
Bottles Line the Table. Silence is Heavy.
The night has passed in haunting silence. Whiskey bottles, some half-empty, some shattered, lie
scattered across the massive oak table beside the fireplace. The grand portrait of Arjun and
Ananya watches over the room like a ghost from the past. Arjun sits on the couch, shirt loose,
tie undone, eyes bloodshot, hair tousled. His right hand clutches a glass with the last drops of
whiskey. A clock ticks in the background.
Arjun (muttering to himself)
They want me to smile. To lead. To stand tall as a president. But how do I lead a nation… when I
can’t even find the pieces of my own heart? Every second... it’s her face. Her laughter. Her damn
absence.
He takes the last sip and slams the glass down. His breath is uneven. He stares at the large ring
box on the table — unopened, unwanted. He picks it up, opens it slowly. It’s Kiara’s
engagement ring. He tosses it across the room.
Arjun (voice rising)
Why? Why her? Why not Ananya? I begged the universe... just one sign that she’s alive. One sign
she’s breathing under the same sky. But all I get are shadows and lies.
He stumbles to his feet, knocks over a chair, grabs a bottle again — but drops it halfway. He
leans on the table, clutching its edge, breathing heavily. The morning sun breaks through the
window. A knock at the door startles him. Aman enters with a worried look, holding Arjun’s
official schedule.
Aman (gently)
Bhai... the emergency presidential meeting is in one hour. The convoy’s waiting. Please. At least
freshen up. You can’t let them see you like this.
Arjun runs a hand through his hair, face tired and pale. He looks up at the photo of Ananya
again, then nods slowly.
Arjun (softly)
Fine. I’ll go. I’ll wear the mask they want. But inside? I’m hollow. Let the whole damn world cheer
for President Arjun Kapoor. They’ll never know that the man they see... died with Ananya.
He walks toward his wardrobe. Aman watches with a heavy heart. In that luxurious palace of
gold and power... the king is broken, and only one name haunts every breath he takes —
Ananya.

Scene 33: Hidden Corner of the Hospital Library – Late Evening. Dusty Light. Silence, Except
for a Faint Clock Ticking.
Ananya sits curled up on a lone bench near the window, her white doctor’s coat folded beside
her. Her specs are slipping from the tears that silently roll down her cheeks. In her hands is the
old rusted ring Arjun gave her, the one she never took off. Around her are old poetry books,
untouched. Her friends have gone home. The hospital is quiet. She clutches the ring to her
heart, sobbing softly.
Ananya (murmuring to herself)
I don’t know how long I can keep breathing with this weight in my chest. Every second I try to stay
strong… but his smile, his voice, the way he used to call me “baby”... it all comes flooding back. And
I break again. Over and over. I became a doctor, an artist, a woman of the world… but I forgot how to
live without him. He doesn’t know I’m here. He doesn’t know I’m still his. And yet, every day… I
wait. I wait like a fool in love with a ghost.
She gently kisses the ring, holding it to her lips, her whole body trembling.
Ananya (through tears)
Arjun… I still love you. I never stopped. Even if the world celebrates your wedding, even if you
never see me again… just once, let your heart hear mine. Because I… I’m still yours. Completely.

Scene 34: Underground Bar – Outside Washington D.C. – Loud Music. Neon Lights. Cigarette
Smoke in the Air.
Arjun sits alone in a corner booth of a high-end underground bar. He’s removed his blazer,
sleeves rolled, tie hanging loose. The table is filled with shot glasses, bottles of expensive
whiskey, and crushed ice. The music is deafening, but Arjun is lost in his world. His eyes are
lifeless. He downs another shot. Bartenders glance nervously at each other. The owner walks
over.
Owner (firmly)
Sir, with all due respect, you’ve had too much. This is a place of business, not destruction. We can’t
let you keep drinking like this. We’re closing soon.
Arjun stands up slowly. His steps are unsteady, but his voice cuts like ice. He reaches into his
coat, pulls out a thick wad of bills, and throws it in the owner’s face.
Arjun (cold, furious)
Money. That’s what matters to the world, right? Take it. Take all of it. But don’t ever tell Arjun
Kapoor when to stop. Do you know what I’ve lost? Do you know how it feels to smile on stage and
bleed alone in the dark? She’s dead. My soul died with her. So go ahead, throw me out — but don’t
pretend you understand pain.
The bar falls silent. Arjun’s guards enter behind him, ready to escort him. He glares at the
stunned crowd, breath ragged, lips bitter.
Arjun (to the crowd)
You all drink to forget a bad day. I drink to forget the only girl who ever loved me. The only one I
ever called babe. And now? She's gone. And all I have… is this poison.
He throws one final shot glass against the wall. It shatters, echoing like his heart. Then, without
another word, Arjun storms out into the night, the cold wind hitting his face — but it’s nothing
compared to the storm inside.

Scene 35: Grand Ballroom – Evening – Lights Flicker Like Stars. Music Echoes Through the
Marble Halls.
The Sangeet celebration of Arjun Kapoor has begun. The ballroom glows in gold and ivory.
Chandeliers shine bright above, the floors polished to a mirror’s reflection. Cameras flash.
Media lines up outside. Inside, guests swirl in embroidered attire, music blasts from the DJ
booth, and a long stage stands decorated with roses and silk. Arjun stands near the bar, wearing
a cream-colored sherwani with royal blue detailing, his expression blank.
Kiara, dressed in a heavily sequined lehenga, walks up to him, her smile wide and fake. She
tries to wrap her arms around him. In a sharp motion, Arjun steps back, his face ice cold.
Arjun (stern and clear)
Don’t touch me, Kiara. I’ve made it clear already — this is not love. This is a drama I agreed to for
my parents. Don’t mistake my silence for acceptance. And don’t try to cross the lines I’ve drawn.
Ever.
Kiara stiffens, lips tightening in anger, but the crowd’s attention forces her to keep smiling. She
nods stiffly and walks away, fuming.

Scene: Opposite End of the Ballroom – Near the Center Table Covered in Yellow Marigold
Garlands
Ananya, still covered in a graceful burqa with her eyes lined with kohl, arranges the
centerpieces and checks the light placements. Her hands are trembling. Her bffs — Siya, Tara,
Mehak, and Rhea — stand around her, watching her face. They see the pain etched in her eyes
as she steals glances at Arjun.
Mehak (softly, whispering)
Why are you still hiding it, Ananya? This is killing you inside. He’s right there, breathing in the same
space, and he has no idea that you’re alive.
Tara (firmly)
This is not love, Ananya. This is torture. You owe it to yourself. And to him. At least let him know the
truth once. Just once.
Siya (desperate)
You think he’s happy? He just rejected Kiara in front of everyone! He’s a shell of who he was. Look
at his eyes, girl. He still loves you. Say something. Please!
Ananya clenches her fist, eyes watery but strong. She looks toward Arjun, who is talking to
Aman, completely unaware of her presence.
Ananya (soft, breaking voice)
If I tell him the truth… everything will burn. Kiara will hurt all of you. She threatened my brother.
This marriage may be a lie, but my silence is keeping everyone safe. I’m not ready to see him break
again. Not because of me. Let this go on… just a little longer.
She gently places the last garland and walks away, leaving her friends staring after her in pain
and helplessness. Above them, the chandelier sparkles — beautiful, yet hollow, just like the
night.

Scene 36: Early Morning – Bride’s Waiting Lounge – Dim Light, Cold Breeze from the Balcony
Doors
Ananya sits near a mirror, still covered in her burqa. Her eyes are tired, red from crying. She
clutches her diary close to her chest. Rahul, her elder brother, enters quietly. He places a gentle
hand on her shoulder.
Rahul (calm but emotional)
Ananya… this is not just about love anymore. This is about truth. About justice. You’ve been hiding
in this silence for too long. I know you’re scared. I know Kiara’s threats still echo in your mind. But
enough. You’ve built a life of strength — as a doctor, a performer, a leader. But what’s the point of
everything you’ve become if you stay silent now, right at the edge of losing the one person who loved
you without limits? Arjun is about to tie a bond that doesn’t belong to him. He’s still yours. And he
deserves to know. I’ve seen how you suffer every second. Please, Ananya… don’t let today become
your biggest regret. Speak now, or you’ll bleed every day in silence for the rest of your life.
Ananya clutches the diary tighter, her fingers trembling. Her tears fall silently. She turns away
from him.
Ananya (choked, whispering yet strong)
You think I don’t want to run there? You think my heart isn’t begging to scream? Every cell in my
body is on fire, bhai. I want to shout, cry, stop this madness. But when I close my eyes, I see Kiara’s
face… I see her showing me your picture, laughing as she says she’ll kill you. I see Mom and Dad,
still thinking I’m dead, still unaware that I breathe. I’ve come this far carrying their pain alone. If I
speak today and something happens to any of you — I will never forgive myself. I love Arjun more
than my life. But I love my family more than my pain. That’s why I’m silent.
Rahul kneels before her, holding her hands.
Rahul (soft, serious)
Then trust me, little sister. Trust your brother, who’s fought fast bowlers from around the world but
breaks when he sees you cry. I promise you, nothing will happen to me. Kiara’s web of fear only
works when we stay silent. But I’m here now. So are your friends. You’re not alone anymore. Today,
you must take back what’s yours — with truth. Let the world see Ananya Malhotra, not a ghost in a
burqa. You owe it to your love, to your life, and to yourself.

Scene 37: Wedding Mandap – Grand Palace Hall – Noon. Soft Shehnai Playing. Sacred Fire Lit.
Guests Murmuring.
Arjun sits near the holy fire, dressed in ivory and gold, his face blank. Kiara sits beside him,
glowing with fake charm, her eyes always darting toward the entrance. Pandit chants echo
around the beautifully decorated hall. Just as Arjun lifts the mangalsutra in his hands to tie
around Kiara’s neck — a loud voice pierces the hall.
Ananya (from behind, commanding tone)
STOP!
The hall freezes. Everyone gasps. Cameras pause. Guests murmur, confused. Security begins
moving but Arjun raises his hand. At the main entrance, a woman in a full black burqa steps in,
her presence shaking the air.
Guest 1 (shocked)
Who is this woman? What is happening?
Guest 2 (whispering)
Why did she stop the wedding? Is this a protest?
Kiara’s face turns pale. Her lips quiver. She tries to stand, but her knees weaken. Arjun stares
ahead, confused, a strange hope flickering in his chest.
Arjun (low voice)
Who... are you?
Silence follows. Slowly, Ananya walks toward the mandap, each step heavy with emotion. Then,
she stops in front of the fire. She reaches for her veil. Kiara steps back in terror.
Ananya slowly lifts the burqa from her head, revealing her face. Her eyes are glowing with
tears, her features sharp with truth. Gasps echo through the crowd. Arjun drops the
mangalsutra. His hands tremble.
Ananya (loud, clear, eyes locked on Arjun)
I am Ananya Malhotra. I never died. I was buried in lies… but not anymore. Today, I reclaim my
voice, my love, and my life.

Scene 38: Wedding Mandap – Same Day – Just Moments After Ananya Reveals Herself – The
Sacred Fire Still Burning Low
Gasps fill the hall. The cameras flash but Arjun raises his hand firmly. The media is escorted
out.
Arjun (firm and loud)
Everyone please leave. This is not a performance. This is not entertainment. This is real. This is life. I
request all guests, media, and outsiders to exit the hall immediately. Now.
The guests, murmuring and shocked, begin leaving slowly. Arjun’s security ensures privacy.
Kiara stands frozen, speechless, her world crumbling. In the mandap remain: Arjun, Ananya,
Rahul, Raghav Kapoor (Arjun's father), Ahalya Kapoor (Arjun's mother), Aman, Elle, Rohit,
and Ananya’s school friends who had supported her. Meera and Rajesh Malhotra (Ananya’s
parents) stand near the entrance. All eyes on Ananya.
Ananya turns slowly toward Meera and Rajesh, her eyes flooded with pain and strength. Her
voice shakes at first but grows firmer with every word.
Ananya (emotional but steady)
Maa… Papa… You always believed I was gone forever. You lit candles for me. You cried for me. But
I was alive. Breathing. Hurting. Dying every single day in silence. I didn’t fall that day from the cliff
by accident. I was pushed. Pushed by someone who hated my smile, my marks, my love… someone
who wanted my life, my Arjun. After that fall, I was kidnapped… locked away… blackmailed. They
showed me pictures of Rahul bhaiya, threatened his life, and told me I had to disappear if I wanted
him and all of you to live. So I did what I had to… I vanished. I became a ghost. Changed my name.
Hid in another country. Worked to become someone new — a doctor, a performer, a stranger. But
every day, I carried the same face in my heart. Arjun’s. And every night, I cried into my pillow,
hearing his voice in silence.
Silence. Her parents stand in tears. Raghav and Ahalya Kapoor look at each other, stunned.
Aman and Elle nod quietly, tears in their eyes. Rahul holds his sister’s shoulder firmly.
Raghav Kapoor (serious, yet respectful)
Ananya… we had no idea. If we did… we would have turned the world upside down to bring you
back.
Ahalya Kapoor (soft, with tears)
Beta… you were never just Arjun’s love. You were our daughter too. And you still are. I’m sorry we
believed the lie. I’m sorry we didn’t see the truth.
Ananya folds her hands, tears falling freely now.
Ananya (softly)
I was scared. I thought no one would believe me. I thought I’d bring danger to the people I loved. But
today… I couldn’t watch Arjun lose his soul over a forced lie. I couldn’t let another sacred bond be
made on poison.
Arjun walks slowly toward her, his hands shaking, his eyes wet. He gently places his hand over
hers.
Arjun (voice full of emotion)
I never stopped loving you, babe. Not a single second. Every heartbeat was yours. And I waited… I
waited like a madman because I knew… I just knew you were still out there.
Aman steps forward, his voice steady.
Aman
We knew, bhai. Elle, Rohit, and I… we knew when you brought her photo out every night. When you
drank yourself numb but still clutched her diary. When you talked to the portrait more than to people.
That wasn’t grief. That was love waiting to return.
Elle walks over, hugging Ananya.
Elle
You’re home, baby. No more hiding.
Ananya collapses into her friends' arms, crying. Meera and Rajesh slowly step forward,
overwhelmed. Rajesh touches Ananya’s head.
Rajesh (emotional)
No more secrets, Ananya. No more fear. We’ll face them all — together.
Meera
You’re our daughter. We’re proud of you… always have been.
Ananya closes her eyes. Peace. Strength. Truth. Finally, her silence is broken. Her family is
whole. Her love is real again.

Scene 39: Kapoor Mansion – Night – Thunderstorm Outside, Storm Within

Arjun gently holds Ananya's hand in front of everyone. The sacred fire is still burning low.
Silence fills the hall as truth settles over the hearts present. Kiara stands near the mandap, her
face pale with shock, disbelief twisted into rage. Raghav Kapoor, Ahalya Kapoor, Aman, and
Elle stand beside Arjun and Ananya. Rahul watches, arms folded, protective.
Arjun (cold, decisive)
You played with my life. You tried to replace the woman I gave my soul to with deceit and control.
There is no space for betrayal in my home, in my life, or in my heart. You are not welcome here
anymore, Kiara. You were never meant to be part of this family.
Raghav Kapoor (stern, powerful)
We gave you the benefit of doubt, respected your presence for the sake of peace. But what you did…
the lengths you went to… your manipulation, your cruelty — it ends now. You have no place under
this roof. Leave this house, Kiara. Immediately.
Ahalya Kapoor (firm, graceful)
This family has endured enough pain. Ananya’s return is the light we thought was lost. You tried to
kill that light. As a mother, I cannot forgive that. Go, before we call security.
Kiara clenches her fists, glaring with poison in her eyes. Her voice turns venomous, loud enough
to echo through the marble corridors.
Kiara (screaming)
You think this is over?! You think you’ve won, Ananya?! You don’t even know who I am, do you?
None of you do! I'm not just some jealous girl, no. I’m Kiara Singh Rathore! Daughter of Vikrant
Rathore — your father's worst rival, Ananya! The same man who swore he'd destroy Rajesh
Malhotra’s name and legacy! You were always in my way — you, with your golden smile, perfect
scores, your perfect love story. You had to fall. You had to vanish. Because I was the one meant to
shine!
The room gasps. Meera and Rajesh stand frozen. Rahul clenches his fists. Arjun steps
protectively in front of Ananya. His voice booms, deadly calm.
Arjun (with fire in his eyes)
Then hear me clearly. Your father’s war ended the day you laid a finger on my Ananya. There is no
battle here anymore — because you’ve already lost. You lost when you underestimated the bond
between me and her. You lost when you thought truth could stay buried. And you lost the moment
you forgot — love always returns.
Kiara snarls, screaming in frustration, her threats lost in the thunder. She storms out, her
screams echoing through the gates as security removes her. Arjun turns back to Ananya,
cupping her face, his voice soft now.
Arjun (gently)
Baby, this nightmare is over. You’re home. You’re safe. And I’m never letting go again — not even in
the next seven lifetimes.
Ananya closes her eyes, leaning into his touch, tears flowing as peace finally begins. The storm
outside begins to calm.

Scene 40: White House – Presidential Private Wing – Evening, Soft Lighting, Gentle Breeze
from Open Balcony
The grand white corridors are silent. The guests have left. Arjun walks hand-in-hand with
Ananya through the halls, their fingers interlocked like the threads of fate finally reunited.
Aman and Elle stay in the library, giving them space. The room opens to soft lights, a flickering
candle on the side table, a photo of their school days still standing by the bedside. The doors
close gently behind them.
Arjun (softly, pulling her close)
Babe, I still can’t believe you’re here, in front of me, breathing the same air, touching my heart like
you never left. Every night I drank myself to sleep hoping your memory would fade, and yet, every
morning, it was your name I whispered into the silence. I searched for you in every dream, in every
face, in every place I visited. Now you’re here, and I don’t ever want a tomorrow where you’re not by
my side again. Let’s forget everything. Just us, this moment, this heartbeat.
Ananya (with tears in her eyes, wrapping her arms around him)
Baby, every beat of mine carried your name across oceans. I’d read stories to escape the pain, dance
in silence to stop myself from breaking, and I stitched my wounds with your memories. When I held
your coat, I felt your warmth. When I kissed your portrait, I begged fate to return you to me. And now
that I’m here, I want nothing more than to wake up in your arms every day, knowing the world tried
to tear us apart but couldn’t. You are my forever, Arjun Kapoor.
They slowly lean into each other, foreheads touching, their breaths synced, their souls tangled.
He brushes his lips across her forehead, then her cheek. She closes her eyes, tears falling freely,
and he kisses them away. They fall onto the couch by the fireplace, wrapped in each other. No
words needed now, only the silence that speaks of love too deep for language. Their hands
explore familiar paths, and their hearts beat like a duet long overdue. The storm of years melts
into warmth, into touch, into sighs of reunion.

Scene 41: White House – Presidential Bedroom – Midnight, Soft Moonlight Through Window
Curtains
Ananya lies beside Arjun, her head resting gently on his chest. His arm is wrapped protectively
around her. The room is still, the only sound being the faint ticking of the antique wall clock
and the calm breathing of two souls finally at peace. Suddenly, Ananya jolts awake with a
terrified gasp, sweat on her forehead, her hands trembling. She clutches the blanket, her
breathing shallow. Arjun, startled, wakes up instantly and sits up, wrapping his arm around
her.
Arjun (concerned, voice low and comforting)
Babe, what happened? You’re shaking… was it a nightmare? Talk to me, please. I’m here. Nothing
can harm you. Just look at me. You’re safe. You’re in my arms. What did you see?
Ananya (panting, eyes wide in fear)
Baby… I—I don’t know what it was. It felt so real… I saw Rahul… my bhaiya… he was on a field…
there were people all around… and then there was this loud noise—an explosion. He screamed my
name just before the fire engulfed him. I tried to run, I tried to reach him, but I couldn’t move. My
feet were stuck… and then I saw blood… so much blood. He looked at me, his eyes begging me to
save him. And I was helpless. Just standing there… watching him disappear…
Arjun (pulling her into his chest, holding her tightly)
Shhh… baby, listen to me. It was a dream. Just a dream. I promise, he’s fine. Nothing is going to
happen to Rahul. You’re not alone anymore, remember? I’m here. Always. No matter what, I won’t
let anything touch your family. You’ve carried so much alone for so long. But not anymore, babe.
We’ll call Rahul first thing in the morning. We’ll hear his voice. But for now, breathe with me. Right
here. One breath at a time.
Ananya buries her face in his chest, tears silently falling. Arjun gently rocks her, humming
softly, his touch a shield between her and the fear that lingers in the shadows. The moonlight
brushes against them like a silent guardian. He kisses her forehead and whispers soothing
words until her breath finally steadies. Her fingers grip his shirt tightly, and he doesn't let go,
holding her as if holding her soul back from drowning in the terror.

Scene 42: White House – Morning – Sunlight Pouring Through Sheer Curtains, Presidential
Bedroom
The soft golden rays touch the corners of the room. Arjun is still asleep, one arm stretched
across the now-empty half of the bed. Ananya stands by the window, dressed in a formal pastel-
blue salwar suit, reading the message on her phone, her brows slightly furrowed. Her suitcase is
ready. She walks over and gently brushes his hair back. Arjun slowly wakes up, blinking, his
voice husky.
Arjun (sleepy, stretching his arm towards her)
Babe… come back to bed for a little while. Just five more minutes, please. You weren’t there when I
woke up, and my heart panicked. Don’t do that to me again. What’s wrong? You look… tense. Is
everything okay?
Ananya (kneeling beside the bed, cupping his face gently)
Baby, I got a message early morning from the International Medical Council. They’ve requested me
to represent India at the Global Emergency Trauma Conference in Europe. It’s only for a week, and
it’s a huge step forward for my medical career. I wasn’t going to say yes, but I know you’ll be proud.
I promise I’ll be back before you even realize I’m gone. And I’ll video call you every single night.
You’ve waited for years… I know one week apart sounds like too much, but this will make me
stronger for you.
Arjun (sitting up, gripping her hand tightly)
I don’t want to be selfish, Ananya, but I just got you back. Every time you leave my sight, I
remember losing you once. I know this is big, and I’m proud of you, so damn proud… but it’s hard.
I’ll count the hours until you’re home again. Promise me you’ll take care of yourself. No late nights,
no overworking. And text me the moment you land. My heart doesn’t know how to be calm without
you near it.
Ananya (smiling softly, wiping the tear from his cheek)
I promise, my love. Your Ananya will return to you with stories, strength, and a suitcase full of your
favorite Belgian chocolates. Keep the room warm. Keep the bed messy. I’ll be back before the
pillows forget the shape of us. Just trust in our forever. You, me, and destiny—we’re stronger than
time.
They hug tightly. Arjun buries his face in her neck, holding her like a secret he never wants the
world to take again. She kisses his forehead, picks up her bag, and walks to the door. She looks
back one last time, waves with a teary smile, and exits. Arjun stares at the closed door, his hand
still slightly raised, already missing the warmth she carried.

Scene 43: White House – Royal Hall – Midday – Grand Interiors, Gold Drapes, Marble Floors,
and a Long Oval Table Surrounded by Staff
Arjun sits at the head of the table, dressed in a crisp black suit, his demeanor firm, eyes sharp.
Around him stand over fifty individuals—maids, chefs, security heads, personal assistants,
stylists, protocol managers, and more. At the front, a poised woman stands straight—Priya
Mehra, the chief PA. All others have their heads slightly bowed, awaiting instructions in
absolute silence. Arjun leans forward, folding his hands. His voice echoes through the vast hall.
Arjun (firmly, eyes scanning the staff)
Listen carefully. From this moment on, there is only one priority in this house—Dr. Ananya Malhotra.
She is not just my fiancée. She is the heartbeat of this home. You will know everything about her the
way I know everything about her. She is allergic to shellfish and dislikes any strong artificial scents—
keep perfumes out of her space. She starts her day at four in the morning. That means green tea, yoga
mat ready, and her classical ragas playing by four-fifteen. Her breakfast is light—either fruit or
soaked almonds, no dairy before surgery hours. By six, she’ll review patient files. Keep her study
untouched and stocked with fresh paper, pens, and her favorite orange post-its.
Arjun (glancing at Priya, voice steady)
Her favorite flower is the white lily, not roses. No roses in her room. Her wardrobe preferences are
simple—cottons, pastels, no glitter. She reads every night—access to the private library is strictly
between her and me. No one else enters. You will address her as "Ma'am" or "Doctor Malhotra,"
depending on the context. She is a top surgeon, an accomplished dancer with two PhDs, and a singer
trained in both classical and western forms. Do not treat her as a celebrity. Treat her with respect—
silent, consistent, and genuine.
Arjun (pauses, then softer but stern)
She hates noise and unnecessary chatter. Her peace is sacred to me. I want every room she walks into
to be aligned with her energy. If she lifts her finger for something, it should already be there. If even
one of you fails in this, I will know. Priya, make sure every department head trains their teams on this
by tonight. We don’t serve a guest here. We honor the queen of this palace.
Everyone nods in obedience. Priya notes down everything quickly, signaling to the others.
Arjun stands, places his palm on the table, and gives one final glance.
Arjun (walking away with command)
Prepare for her return. This palace breathes only when she’s here.

Scene 44: Europe – Multi-City Montage – Early Morning to Late Night – Hospital Corridors,
Conference Halls, Movie Sets
A crisp breeze flows over European city skylines as the sun rises. The scene opens with Ananya
Malhotraa walking confidently into an international medical summit. Dressed in a white coat
and blue saree with her stethoscope tucked around her neck, she steps onto the podium. Experts
from all over the world fill the hall. Her tone is assertive, her knowledge flawless. After
delivering a groundbreaking speech on cardiovascular emergency techniques, thunderous
applause erupts. The next sequence flows swiftly—a transition from a doctor to an actress.
Now wearing a traditional lehenga with intricate embroidery, Ananya walks onto a grand film
set. The clapperboard snaps in front of her. She’s shooting a Hindi film—a poignant story of
love and separation. The scene involves a monologue where she stares at the stars, remembering
a lost lover. Cameras roll. Silence falls. She begins her dialogue.
Ananya (tears glistening in her eyes, voice low but heavy with emotion)
Why does love always ask us to sacrifice the pieces of our soul we promised never to give away? I
walk through these roads, smile for the cameras, deliver lines they write for me… but inside, I’m still
living the lines I never got to say to him. When I hold a scalpel, I can fix hearts. But how do I fix
mine, which has been broken into a thousand aching pieces? I breathe for the world, but I suffocate
each second without him. Every city I go to, every award I hold, every role I act—it’s all incomplete
without that one voice whispering my name like it used to.
Ananya (closing her eyes, voice softer)
Arjun… I still carry you in every prayer, every tear, and every heartbeat I save. This movie might
end, but my love… it never will.
The director yells “cut” but no one claps. The crew watches her in stunned silence. Even the
cameramen forget to turn off the rolling frame. Slowly, applause begins—not just for the
performance, but for the soul she poured into it. Ananya steps off set, wipes her tears, and
checks her watch. Her next surgery is in forty-five minutes.
Scene fades as she walks away in silence, determination in her eyes, love still burning in her
heart.

Scene 45: White House – Presidential Suite – Evening – Luxuriously Dimmed Light, Calm
Silence
Arjun Kapoor sits alone on the velvet couch near the window, his glass of untouched whiskey
resting on the table. The walls around him echo quiet, decorated with vintage chandeliers and
Ananya’s paintings framed beside political awards. Aman and Ella are away, and the grand
estate feels hollow without her.
Arjun (to himself, voice low but full of longing)
Every second, every breath… even these walls seem to whisper her name. How long before this
silence breaks, before her voice becomes real again in this house?
He reaches beside for his phone, but it’s missing. He presses the intercom. His female PA enters
swiftly, holding a digital tablet and phone.
Arjun
Where’s my phone?
PA (gently, a small smile playing on her lips)
Sir, I was just coming to give it. You might want to see this… there’s a new post on Dr. Ananya
Ma’am’s official Instagram.
Arjun freezes for a second, eyes narrowing. He takes the phone instantly and unlocks it. His
breath hitches as he opens the app. The screen glows with Ananya’s new post—
PHOTO ONE: Ananya in a shimmering black saree, standing in front of the Eiffel Tower with a
stethoscope around her neck and a film camera in the background.
PHOTO TWO: Her reading a book on a bench in Florence, specs perched on her nose, her gentle
smile hidden beneath the pages.
PHOTO THREE: Ananya dressed in a classical costume, mid-pose, her hands raised gracefully,
anklets visible.
CAPTION:
“Doctor. Artist. Dreamer. Every version of me is real. Every heartbeat I heal, every story I live on
screen, every note I sing, every beat I dance to… they all lead back to one soul. I once loved someone
so deeply, I thought I lost myself in that love. But I now realize—I found the strongest version of me in
that pain. The world sees the achievements. I still only see the promise I made once under the stars—
to never stop loving. Some love stories don’t need a name… because they’re etched in silence.”
Arjun stares, his eyes moist. His fingers tremble. He clutches the phone against his chest,
closing his eyes.
Arjun (whispers, voice breaking)
She never stopped loving… not even for a second. And I… I lived like a dead man without her.
PA quietly exits, leaving him alone with her words. His heartbeat echoes louder than ever
before.

Scene 46: Mumbai – Prime News Studio – Evening – Bright Lights, Flashing Cameras, Red
Carpet Buzz
The anchor sits across from two elegant figures: Meera Malhotra and Rajesh Malhotra, famed
Bollywood legends and proud parents. The screen behind them plays clips from Ananya’s
upcoming film trailer—her intense performance, her graceful dance, her emotional dialogues.
Social media is ablaze. The world is now recognizing Dr. Ananya Malhotraa not just as a genius
surgeon, but also as a cinematic powerhouse.
Anchor (enthusiastically)
Tonight is historic! The world just witnessed the trailer of “Azaadi: The Phoenix Within,” and the
storm it’s created is unprecedented. It’s not just a film—it’s an emotion. And we are honored to have
with us today, the iconic duo, Mr. and Mrs. Malhotra—parents of the woman who is now redefining
Indian cinema and medicine together. Meera Ma’am, Rajesh Sir—how does it feel to see your
daughter rise from the shadows and take over the world?
Meera Malhotra (smiling, voice rich with pride)
It’s overwhelming… I cannot explain in words. From the day she was born, Ananya had something
special in her eyes. Not just dreams—but the determination to chase them all. Whether it was learning
dance till midnight, preparing for her medical entrance, or shooting this movie while attending a
global medical conference… she’s always given her soul to whatever she chooses. Watching that
trailer… I saw not just an actress. I saw my warrior daughter.
Rajesh Malhotra (emotionally)
They say pain carves artists. Ananya has endured what many wouldn’t survive. Yet she smiles, she
heals, and now she inspires. People know the actor now. But we’ve always known the miracle she is.
As her father, there’s nothing more powerful than seeing your daughter rise, not to prove anything to
the world—but to keep a promise she once whispered into the wind… that no matter what, she’d
make her silence heard one day. Today… that silence roared.
The camera zooms out as a standing ovation begins in the studio, with claps echoing across the
set. On the studio screens, Ananya’s face freezes mid-performance—fierce, elegant, and
unforgettable.

Scene 47: White House – Evening – Private Garden – Golden Sunset Sky, Birds Chirping, Rose
Scent in Air
The garden is in full bloom, glowing with the last light of the day. The large marble fountain
hums gently as fresh roses, tulips, and sunflowers sway in the soft breeze. Arjun, standing with
his personal assistant, is reviewing documents under the gazebo near the jasmine trellis.
Suddenly, soft footsteps echo on the gravel path. Dressed in a pale blue saree, hair loose, eyes
tired but glowing, Ananya returns to her home—silent, unsure, and hopeful. She doesn’t say a
word.
PA (softly, holding the tab)
Mr. President, the final signatures for the South Asia delegation agreement are pending—also, the UN
peacekeeping response awaits…
Arjun (interrupts, sniffing the air slightly)
Wait…
(turns slowly)
…Ananya?
Ananya doesn’t speak. Their eyes meet. Arjun steps forward and without hesitation, pulls her
into a tight embrace, lifting her slightly as if he feared she might disappear again. The assistant
quietly bows and leaves. The sky glows orange, then lilac, as the two walk slowly into the
garden, fingers entwined. For the next five hours, only the garden listens to the exchange of
their hearts.
Ananya (softly, resting her head on his shoulder as they sit on the marble bench)
I didn’t want to say anything until I saw you… I was afraid if I texted, I would burst into tears before
even boarding the plane. But when I landed… this place, this garden, this air—it reminded me of
every moment we’ve ever stolen away from the world. Arjun, I’ve missed you so deeply it hurt to
breathe. I walked through cities, signed autographs, attended surgeries and galas—but nothing…
nothing compared to sitting right here beside you.
You know something strange? When I touched down, I looked out the plane window, and all I could
see in the clouds was your silhouette. I realized then—I’m not homesick for any country. I’m
homesick for you.
Arjun (looking into her eyes, gently holding her hand)
Every minute you were gone, I felt like time betrayed me. This house, these halls—they echoed with
your laughter even when you weren't here. I stood in the library and told every servant your allergies,
your tea preferences, your bedtime rituals—like a madman. Not because they needed to know, but
because I needed to believe you were coming back.
You’re my home, Ananya. I wore that engagement ring like a handcuff. I smiled in meetings and felt
hollow inside. And when I saw your movie trailer… I knew. I knew the woman I love was no longer
hiding. She was roaring. And I couldn’t be prouder. But God, I wanted to be the first to see you roar.
Promise me something tonight—no matter how far your dreams take you, no matter how loud the
world gets, we will always come back to this garden. Just you and me, against every storm.
The moon slowly rises as laughter follows tears, stories flow like wine, and fingers brush lips,
cheeks, and memories. The garden becomes their world—its silence filled with love.

Scene 48: Mumbai Airport – Day – Heavy Paparazzi, Fans Screaming, Camera Flashes
Everywhere
As the automatic glass doors of the airport open, Arjun Kapoor and Ananya Malhotra step into
the blinding chaos of media and fans. Both dressed in minimal yet elegant outfits—Ananya in a
white salwar with oversized black sunglasses, and Arjun in a dark navy shirt with tailored
pants—they are instantly surrounded by flashing cameras, screaming reporters, and curious
fans. Security tries to clear the path but the noise keeps escalating.
Reporter One (shoving a mic forward)
Ma’am Ananya! You vanished for years! Where were you? Are you planning a big comeback? Is this
a secret honeymoon with Mr. Kapoor?
Reporter Two (calling out)
Sir Arjun, is this a joint film or a political visit? Are you still the President or now a full-time
Bollywood star again?
Ananya avoids eye contact, holds Arjun’s hand tightly, and walks swiftly toward the awaiting
car. Her face is calm but her grip shows her unease. Arjun shields her gently, nodding to the
security to push back the crowd. They quickly enter the car, windows up.

Scene 49: Karan Johar’s Bungalow – Evening – Elegantly Decorated, Warm Lights, Film
Posters All Around
Inside Karan’s luxurious living room, everything screams cinema. Giant posters of his classics,
exotic cushions, a spread of delicacies on the table. Ananya and Arjun sit side by side on a velvet
couch. Karan, charismatic as always, hands each of them a leather-bound script.
Karan Johar (excitedly, hands clasped)
I’ve waited for this moment forever. The world thinks they’ve seen chemistry on-screen, but I want to
redefine it. I want to make something timeless. Not just another love story—something epic. Rocky
Aur Rani Ki Prem Kahani: Chapter 2.
You two are my Rocky and Rani. Read it. If your hearts race even once—say yes.
Ananya opens the script slowly, flipping through the pages. Her eyes widen—tears start to form
silently as she reads a particularly emotional scene. Arjun watches her quietly before diving
into his own copy. For the next hour, there is nothing but the sound of pages turning.
Eventually, they both look up—eyes meeting, the same unspoken fire in them.
Ananya (softly, placing the script down)
This isn’t just a film… It feels like a part of us. The way the characters fight, love, ache, and still
come home to each other—it’s our story in another universe.
I can’t walk away from this. Not as an actress… and definitely not as a woman who once lost
everything and found her voice again.
Arjun (nodding slowly, still staring at the last page)
It gave me goosebumps. I read those lines and saw your face in every sentence.
Karan… we’re in. Just promise me one thing—don’t hold back. Make this the film that shuts every
doubt, every whisper, and every lie the world tried to write about us.
Karan beams with pride, rising to hug them both. In that room, a new legacy is born—not just
of cinema, but of healing, love, and undying truth. Outside, though they’re still trapped by
cameras… inside, they’ve never been more free.

Scene 50: Film Set – Day – Lavish Decor, Camera Setup, Crew in Action, Director’s Chair with
“Karan Johar” Embossed
Arjun and Ananya stand opposite each other on a magnificently decorated indoor set meant to
look like an old haveli, with dramatic lighting casting shadows behind them. The scene is an
emotional high point—a monologue delivered by Ananya’s character about betrayal, longing,
and lost love. Cameras are rolling. Silence falls. Crew watches with bated breath.
Ananya, in character, takes a deep breath. Her eyes lock with Arjun’s. But halfway through, as
the depth in his gaze intensifies, something shifts in her. She breaks into a gentle laugh, unable
to continue.
Ananya (trying to keep a straight face but bursting into laughter)
I’m sorry! I just… the way you're looking at me right now—it’s like you already know what I’m
going to say before I say it! You have that stupid smirk, Arjun. Don’t do that!
The crew bursts out laughing. Arjun grins, stepping forward, still in character but clearly
amused.
Arjun (chuckling, lifting an eyebrow)
I didn’t say a word! But if me just existing makes you laugh in the middle of a tragic monologue, I’m
honoured. And for the record—this smirk has won national elections and your heart, Ms. Malhotra.
So respect the legacy.
Ananya (playfully folding her arms)
Oh please. That smirk got you slapped by me twice, remember? Once on set and once in real life
when you ate my dessert.
Arjun (pretending to look hurt)
A bruised ego and a lost tiramisu—yes, how could I forget? But I’m here, still smiling, still standing
in front of you like a true hero.
Karan Johar gets up, laughing, claps his hands, and interrupts.
Karan Johar (teasingly but fondly)
Okay okay, lovebirds. This is not a romantic comedy scene, it's the emotional breakdown moment!
Can we try to make it through the script without flirting, giggling, or personal history hijacking my
monologue masterpiece?
Ananya and Arjun both salute jokingly and stand in position again, still grinning.
Ananya (looking at Arjun, softly)
Ready?
Arjun (nodding with a smile)
Always. Just… don’t fall in love with me again during the scene. We can’t afford another retake.
Ananya bites her lip to hide her smile. They begin again—this time fully immersed in the story,
but the laughter and real love linger gently beneath the performance, making the moment all
the more powerful.

Scene 51: Film Set – Night – Spotlights Fade, Crew Wrapping Equipment, Final Claps Echo,
Karan Approaches with a Smile
The atmosphere is light yet fulfilling as the final scene of the movie wraps. Applause breaks out
across the set. Camera crew, assistants, makeup artists, and extras cheer. Arjun and Ananya
stand beside each other, still glowing from the magic of the final shot. Karan Johar approaches
them with a mischievous grin, clapping slowly with his trademark flair.
Karan Johar (smiling brightly)
Bravo! Truly magical. You two just redefined on-screen chemistry. If this film doesn't break every
record out there, I swear I'll retire and open a chai tapri.
Ananya (grinning and wiping sweat from her brow)
Then I’d be your first customer, Karan. Cutting chai with Karan Johar? Historic moment.
Arjun (smirking)
No way. You’d turn the tapri into a talk show set. Instead of tea, you'd serve gossip with biscuits.
Karan Johar (laughing, raising his eyebrows)
Speaking of gossip—since you both are the hottest reel and real-life couple right now, I officially
invite you to the next episode of Koffee with Karan. And trust me, this one’s going to be legendary.
No dodging rapid fire. No scripted answers. I want the truth, full masala.
Ananya (mock nervous)
I already feel my heartbeat rising. You do realise you’re the only man in India who can make the
nation hyperventilate over a couch and a coffee mug?
Arjun (pretending to groan)
Great. Just when I thought my political debates were grilling enough, now I have to survive your
questions like "who’s hotter – me or Ranveer?"
Karan Johar (grinning wide)
Bingo. And remember, the last person who skipped my show—well, their career hasn't been the same
since. So mark your calendars, bring your secrets, and don’t forget—no filter. The couch is waiting.
Ananya and Arjun exchange amused glances, the playfulness and affection obvious between
them. As the crew continues packing up, the trio laughs and walks out together into the
Mumbai night, where another adventure awaits.

Scene 52: Koffee With Karan – Season 8, Episode 2 – Set: Chic, Modern, with Signature Koffee
Couch
Karan Johar sits poised, coffee mug in hand, as Arjun Kapoor and Ananya Malhotra settle onto
the couch. The atmosphere is electric, with anticipation for the rapid-fire round.
Karan Johar: Welcome back to Koffee With Karan! Today, we have the dynamic duo, Arjun Kapoor
and Ananya Malhotra. Are you ready for the rapid-fire round?
Arjun & Ananya (in unison): Absolutely!(www.ndtv.com)
Karan: Alright, let's begin with Ananya.

Rapid Fire: Ananya Malhotra

1. Karan: What's the first thing you notice in a man?
o Ananya: His eyes.(Trakt)
2. Karan: A role you wish you'd played?
o Ananya: Geet from Jab We Met.(www.ndtv.com, The Times of India)
3. Karan: Your guilty pleasure?
o Ananya: Binge-watching reality TV.(www.ndtv.com)
4. Karan: One actor you're dying to work with?
o Ananya: Ranbir Kapoor.(India Today, www.ndtv.com)
5. Karan: Describe Arjun in one word.
o Ananya: Steadfast.(Apple TV)
6. Karan: A song that describes your life right now?
o Ananya: "Firework" by Katy Perry.(Business & Finance News)
 7. Karan: Most overrated trend in Bollywood?
o Ananya: Airport looks.(The Times of India)
8. Karan: If not an actress, you'd be?
o Ananya: A doctor.(LeisureByte, The Times of India)
9. Karan: Your biggest fear?
o Ananya: Losing loved ones.
10. Karan: A rumor you'd like to start about yourself?
o Ananya: That I'm secretly a superhero.
11. Karan: Your go-to dance move?
o Ananya: The classic twirl.
12. Karan: A director you'd love to work with?
o Ananya: Zoya Akhtar.
13. Karan: Your favorite co-star so far?
o Ananya: Arjun, of course.
14. Karan: A fashion trend you can't stand?
o Ananya: Socks with sandals.
15. Karan: Your dream holiday destination?
o Ananya: Santorini.
16. Karan: A habit of yours that annoys Arjun?
o Ananya: I leave lights on everywhere.
17. Karan: A habit of Arjun's that annoys you?
o Ananya: He hums constantly.
18. Karan: Your mantra in life?
o Ananya: Live and let live.
19. Karan: A book that changed your perspective?
o Ananya: "The Alchemist" by Paulo Coelho.
20. Karan: One word for your journey so far?
o Ananya: Transformative.

Karan: Fantastic answers, Ananya! Now, Arjun, your turn.(www.ndtv.com, The Times of India)

Rapid Fire: Arjun Kapoor

1. Karan: Your first crush?
o Arjun: My school teacher.(www.ndtv.com, Bollymoviereviewz)
2. Karan: A film you regret doing?
o Arjun: I'd rather not name it.
3. Karan: Your favorite cuisine?
o Arjun: Italian.
4. Karan: Describe Ananya in one word.
o Arjun: Radiant.
5. Karan: A director you'd love to work with?
o Arjun: Sanjay Leela Bhansali.(Telegraph India)
6. Karan: Your hidden talent?
o Arjun: I can mimic accents well.(www.ndtv.com)
7. Karan: A role you wish you'd played?
o Arjun: Ranbir's role in Barfi!.(www.ndtv.com)
8. Karan: Your biggest insecurity?
o Arjun: Not meeting expectations.
 9. Karan: A habit of Ananya's that annoys you?
o Arjun: She talks during movies.
10. Karan: Your go-to workout song?
o Arjun: "Eye of the Tiger."
11. Karan: A fashion trend you love?
o Arjun: Classic leather jackets.
12. Karan: Your dream co-star?
o Arjun: Meryl Streep.
13. Karan: A rumor about you that made you laugh?
o Arjun: That I was dating three actresses simultaneously.
14. Karan: Your favorite holiday destination?
o Arjun: New Zealand.
15. Karan: A book you'd recommend?
o Arjun: "Sapiens" by Yuval Noah Harari.
16. Karan: Your mantra in life?
o Arjun: Stay grounded, aim high.
17. Karan: A skill you wish to learn?
o Arjun: Playing the piano.
18. Karan: Your favorite childhood memory?
o Arjun: Family road trips.
19. Karan: A movie that made you cry?
o Arjun: The Pursuit of Happyness.
20. Karan: One word for your journey so far?
o Arjun: Evolutionary.

Karan: Brilliant, both of you! That wraps up our rapid-fire round. Stay tuned for more candid
conversations on Koffee With Karan!(agreewords.com)

Scene 53: Koffee With Karan – Segment: Guess the Movie of Their Parents
Karan Johar, now more relaxed, sips from his mug with a sly smile. Arjun and Ananya sit alert,
a little competitive. The screen behind them lights up with movie clues. The atmosphere is
playful yet sharp.
Karan Johar:
"Alright, next up is a fun one! You both have to guess the movie titles acted in or produced by your
respective parents. 10 questions for each of you. Let’s test how well you know your family’s
filmography. Buzz in first to answer!”

Ananya’s Round – Guess Meera or Rajesh Malhotra’s Film

1. Karan: "This romantic drama launched your mother and is still a cult hit for its college
setting and melodious soundtrack."
o Ananya: Dil Ke Rishtey.
2. Karan: "Your father produced this patriotic war epic set during the 1971 Indo-Pak
conflict."
o Ananya: Sarhadein.
3. Karan: "This courtroom drama saw your mom playing a fierce lawyer opposite a corrupt
system."
o Ananya: Nyay Ki Devi.
 4. Karan: "A family drama featuring your dad as the strict patriarch of three rebellious
daughters."
o Ananya: Babul Ka Ghar.
5. Karan: "A musical where your mom played a classical singer who loses her voice after
tragedy."
o Ananya: Raag – The Soul Within.
6. Karan: "This sci-fi thriller produced by Rajesh uncle was way ahead of its time in VFX."
o Ananya: Antariksh 2099.
7. Karan: "A romantic comedy where Meera ma'am played twin sisters with clashing
personalities."
o Ananya: Do Dil Ek Jism.
8. Karan: "A political thriller featuring your father as a Chief Minister battling betrayal."
o Ananya: Rajneeti Chakra.
9. Karan: "A supernatural mystery revolving around a haunted haveli."
o Ananya: Kaala Rang Mahal.
10. Karan: "A children’s fantasy adventure your parents co-produced and starred in briefly."
 Ananya: Tara Aur Sitare.

Arjun’s Round – Guess Raghav or Ahalya Kapoor’s Film

1. Karan: "Your mother’s debut film, where she played a village belle with a voice like
honey."
o Arjun: Ghunghat.
2. Karan: "Your father’s action-packed revenge saga from the 90s."
o Arjun: Khoon Ka Karz.
3. Karan: "This romantic epic saw Ahalya Kapoor in a dual role across two generations."
o Arjun: Sadiyon Ka Pyaar.
4. Karan: "A mafia drama produced by your dad that became a cult classic."
o Arjun: Mumbai Dons.
5. Karan: "A historical drama based on a queen who defended her kingdom from invaders."
o Arjun: Rani Veerangana.
6. Karan: "An offbeat indie where your mom played a single mother fighting a biased
system."
o Arjun: Zindagi Ke Raste.
7. Karan: "This sports drama about an underdog kabaddi team was produced by Raghav
Kapoor."
o Arjun: Khoon, Mitti, Khel.
8. Karan: "A film where both your parents played star-crossed lovers who reunite in old
age."
o Arjun: Phir Mile Dil.
9. Karan: "A courtroom thriller that Ahalya Kapoor wrote, directed, and acted in."
o Arjun: Nyay Ka Rangmanch.
10. Karan: "A feel-good drama about differently abled children, produced by your dad."
 Arjun: Udaan – Wings Within.

Karan Johar:
“Wow! Both of you aced it! Looks like family cinema legacy is running strong in your blood.
Coming up next is the compatibility test... stay tuned!”
Scene 54: Koffee With Karan – Speed Round: Parent Movie Showdown
SET: Stage lights focus on a golden buzzer placed between Arjun and Ananya. They sit upright,
palms ready, eyes fiery with competitive energy. Karan leans forward with a wicked grin.
Karan Johar:
"Alright, here we go! You two now must take turns hitting the buzzer and naming your mom or dad’s
movie titles—one after another—no pausing, no thinking, just go! Let’s see whose memory is truly
filmy-blooded. Ananya, you start!"

Ananya (buzzes):
Raag – The Soul Within.
Arjun (buzzes):
Khoon Ka Karz.
Ananya (buzzes):
Dil Ke Rishtey.
Arjun (buzzes):
Sadiyon Ka Pyaar.
Ananya (buzzes):
Nyay Ki Devi.
Arjun (buzzes):
Phir Mile Dil.
Ananya (buzzes):
Tara Aur Sitare.
Arjun (buzzes):
Mumbai Dons.
Ananya (buzzes):
Kaala Rang Mahal.
Arjun (buzzes):
Rani Veerangana.
Ananya (buzzes):
Rajneeti Chakra.
Arjun (buzzes):
Ghunghat.
Ananya (buzzes):
Do Dil Ek Jism.
Arjun (buzzes):
Udaan – Wings Within.
Ananya (buzzes):
Satrangi Sapne.
Arjun (buzzes):
Zindagi Ke Raste.
Ananya (buzzes):
Sarhadein.
Arjun (buzzes):
Nyay Ka Rangmanch.
Ananya (buzzes):
Babul Ka Ghar.
Arjun (buzzes):
Khoon, Mitti, Khel.
Karan Johar:
"STOP! That’s 20-20! Phew! You both went machine gun mode! Full marks, full filmy! Honestly,
this is why I love having legacy kids on this couch! What a memory game!"
Arjun and Ananya smile and high-five each other, breathing fast but laughing.
Karan raises his mug again as the camera zooms in for a dramatic pause.
Up next: Compatibility Test Round.
Stay tuned.

Scene 55: Koffee With Karan – Compatibility Test Round

SET: The lights dim slightly. A small screen is lowered between Arjun and Ananya. Karan
adjusts his jacket and flashes his signature smirk. A bell rings.
Karan Johar:
"Okay lovebirds, it’s time for the most awaited Compatibility Test. I’ll ask questions. You’ll both
write your answers on the tablet. If they match, you win the heart of the nation. Let’s begin!"

Question 1:
Who said ‘I love you’ first?
Arjun and Ananya write. Reveal: BOTH - “Ananya.”
Karan: “Aww!”

Question 2:
What’s Arjun’s worst habit?
Arjun writes: “Gets angry too fast.”
Ananya writes: “Throws things when angry.”
Karan: “Close enough. Anger issue twins!”

Question 3:
What’s Ananya’s hidden talent?
Arjun: “Plays sitar like magic.”
Ananya: “Sitar performance in secret.”
Karan: “That’s a yes!”

Question 4:
Where did you both first kiss?
Both write: “Rain outside hospital.”
Karan: “Iconic Bollywood moment right there!”

Question 5:
Who apologizes first after a fight?
Both write: “Ananya. Always.”
Karan: “Queen of grace.”

Question 6:
What nickname does Arjun use for Ananya?
Arjun: “Babe.”
Ananya: “Baby.”
Karan: “Adorable mismatch, accepted!”
Question 7:
What’s Arjun’s dream vacation?
Arjun: “Iceland mountains.”
Ananya: “Snowy Iceland getaway.”
Karan: “You two really talk, huh?”

Question 8:
What’s the one dish Ananya burns every time?
Both write: “Omelette.”
Karan: “Who burns an omelette? Oh Ananya!”

Question 9:
First movie you saw together?
Both write: “Kal Ho Naa Ho.”
Karan: “Classic. I’m touched.”

Question 10:
If Arjun had to choose between Bollywood and Ananya?
Both write: “Ananya.”
Karan: “This is true love, people!”

Karan Johar (sipping his coffee, smiling):

"That’s ten out of ten on emotional compatibility, filmy answers, and mush quotient. I think we have
a blockbuster jodi, not just on screen, but for life."
Arjun and Ananya smile, glance at each other deeply, and nod in sync.
Karan Johar:
"Next segment coming up… 'Lie Detector Round'—don’t go anywhere."
Scene 56: Koffee With Karan – Lie Detector Round
SET: A sleek polygraph machine is rolled in. Arjun and Ananya are hooked up with finger
sensors. Karan sits with a devilish grin and cue cards. The audience leans forward.
Karan Johar (grinning wide):
"Alright, lovebirds, time for the ‘Lie Detector’! This machine doesn’t lie. You’ll answer my spicy
questions with ‘Yes’ or ‘No.’ If you lie… well, the nation will know."

Karan (to Ananya):

"Ananya, have you ever checked Arjun’s phone secretly?"
Ananya (laughs): “Yes.”
Machine: Truth
Arjun: “I knew it! You’re terrible at hiding!”

Karan (to Arjun):

"Arjun, have you ever stalked Ananya’s ex on Instagram?"
Arjun (smirking): “Yes. I had to see what she dated before me.”
Machine: Truth
Ananya: “Oh my God! You never told me that!”

Karan:
"Ananya, have you ever lied to Arjun about your location?"
Ananya: “Yes… when I was planning his surprise birthday!”
Machine: Truth
Arjun: “I forgive you only because it was a surprise.”

Karan:
"Arjun, have you ever flirted with someone while being with Ananya, even unintentionally?"
Arjun (serious): “No.”
Machine: Truth
Karan: “Wow! Faithful hero!”

Karan:
"Ananya, do you sometimes get jealous of Arjun’s female fans?"
Ananya (smiles): “Yes. But I trust him too much to show it.”
Machine: Truth
Arjun: “She’s possessive and I love that.”

Karan:
"Arjun, did you ever imagine marrying someone else before Ananya came back?"
Arjun (quietly): “No.”
Machine: Truth
Ananya (tears forming): “That means everything to me.”

Karan:
"Ananya, do you think you're more successful than Arjun?"
Ananya: “No. I think we shine because we stand together.”
Machine: Truth
Karan: “That’s poetic!”

Karan:
"Arjun, if a huge Hollywood director offered you a film but said you couldn’t bring Ananya along,
would you still take it?"
Arjun (immediately): “No. No movie is worth losing her.”
Machine: Truth
Karan: “Okay, now I need tissues!”

Karan (last one):

"Ananya, do you love Arjun more today than you did yesterday?"
Ananya (looks at Arjun): “Yes. And I’ll love him even more tomorrow.”
Machine: Truth
Audience claps. Arjun kisses her hand gently.

Karan Johar (leaning back, dramatically):

"That, ladies and gentlemen, was not just a love story—it’s a legacy in making. These two are the
gold standard for love in this generation. Take notes."

Scene fades on Arjun and Ananya laughing as Karan raises his mug and says:
"To love, drama, and a damn good cup of coffee."
Scene 57: Koffee With Karan – Parent Debut Discussion & Roast Segment
SET: Coffee mugs in hand, spotlight bright on the couch. Ananya leans in playfully, Karan
pretends to be nervous. Arjun already chuckling beside her.
Ananya (grinning):
"Karan, you know what’s funny? My mom Meera's debut film had more expressions in one scene
than your entire Kabhi Alvida Naa Kehna script."
Karan (mock offended):
"Excuse me! Are you roasting me or my writing skills?"
Arjun (laughing hard):
"Both, probably. Even your camera angle cried at some point in that movie."
Ananya:
"And my dad Rajesh? He did his first film with zero budget and five-star acting. No massive sets, no
glitter—just talent. Your debut production had more fog machines than logic!"
Karan (sipping coffee dramatically):
"I’m being emotionally bullied on my own show!"
Arjun:
"You started it, Karan! You gave them coffee and now they’re giving you fire!"
Ananya:
"But honestly, their debut performances? Timeless. No nepotism, no multi-launch Instagram
countdown. Just craft. Unlike Student of the Year where the syllabus was abs, lip gloss, and breakup
montages."
Karan (laughing):
"Okay, okay! I surrender. This is no longer Koffee with Karan—this is ‘Koffee Gets Cancelled by
Ananya’!"
Arjun:
"And I’m here with popcorn watching my girl roast the roastmaster!"
Karan (to camera):
"Remind me never to invite couples who are this in love and this savage. Someone cut their caffeine
supply!"

Scene ends with all three laughing uncontrollably, audience clapping, and Ananya high-fiving
Arjun while Karan fans himself with cue cards.
Scene 58: Koffee With Karan – Final Round: “Where Are They Now?” Call Segment
SET: Karan grins, holding a sleek phone. Arjun and Ananya lean in with excitement. The round
is to randomly call actors, directors, and producers to ask them where they are and what
they’re doing.
Karan (smiling wide):
"Alright, final round! We're calling your co-stars, directors, producers — and asking them just one
thing: ‘Where are you and what are you doing?’ Ready?"
Ananya (grabbing the phone):
"Born ready. First call – Alia Bhatt!"
(Dialing. Alia picks up)
Ananya (excited):
"Hey queen! Quick one – where are you and what are you doing?"
Alia (laughing):
"Heyyy! I’m in London shooting a scene where I cry in a saree while running across a bridge. Typical
Tuesday!"
Arjun (grinning):
"Legendary. Next – Ranbir Kapoor."
(Calls Ranbir. He answers groggily.)
Arjun:
"Ranbir bro, where and what?"
Ranbir:
"On my couch. Watching Animal for the fiftieth time. Judging my own performance."
Karan:
"Classic Ranbir. Okay, next – Zoya Akhtar!"
(Zoya answers.)
Karan:
"Zoya, where are you, what are you doing?"
Zoya:
"I’m in a jungle in Kerala scouting for my next film. There’s a monkey chewing my storyboard. I’m
crying and laughing."
Ananya (giggling):
"You better cast me before that monkey, Zoya!"
Arjun:
"Next – Rohit Shetty!"
(Rohit answers with background car explosions.)
Arjun:
"Where and what, sir?"
Rohit:
"Blowing up five cars on set. Just a normal morning!"
Ananya:
"Call Karan Malhotra!"
(He answers while gym music plays.)
Ananya:
"Where, what?"
Karan M.:
"Lifting weights. Thinking about how to make emotions fight each other in my next film."
Karan Johar (clapping):
"Okay, last one – your surprise call. Deepika Padukone!"
(She answers from a serene garden.)
Ananya:
"Hi Deepika! Where are you and what are you doing?"
Deepika (smiling):
"At home. Meditating. And eating mangoes. Peace is my luxury now."
Arjun:
"Wow. And I thought I had luxury."
Karan (laughing):
"This was iconic. Final round: conquered. You two have been my most savage and hilarious couple
ever on this couch!"
Ananya:
"And the most in love."
Arjun:
"Always."
They all raise their mugs, Karan says his signature signoff, and the episode wraps with
laughter, applause, and the promise of more stories to come.
Scene: USA – Early Morning – Ananya & Arjun’s Home Office Setup – Calm Ambience, Birds
Chirping Outside, Clock Ticks to 04:00 AM
Ananya wakes up at 4:00 AM sharp, her alarm playing a soft classical raga. She freshens up,
ties her hair into a bun, wears her white coat over pastel loungewear, and lights a diya before
her small prayer setup. She checks her planner, opens her laptop, and begins reviewing patient
reports from Europe.
Ananya:
"Wake up with purpose. Align your mind, body, and soul. This week may be work-from-home, but
my discipline never takes a holiday. First, three patient follow-ups from the conference, two video
consults, script finalization by noon, then vocal practice at five. And before all that—journal
reflection and gratitude."
Meanwhile, Arjun stretches in bed, his alarm rings at 5:00 AM. He smirks groggily seeing
Ananya already on her third task. He heads to the kitchen, brews strong black coffee, and
enters his office room – sleek monitors, digital whiteboards, multiple tabs open on global
policies, UN documents, and international trade negotiations.
Arjun:
"She's already two hours ahead. How does she balance being a doctor, actress, singer, and still smell
like roses at 4 AM? I’ll catch up. Okay... today’s goals—prepare G20 climate session brief, sign
pending UNSEF docs, review World Health MoU draft. And after that, join her for that dance break at
6 PM."
They work in separate rooms, yet perfectly in sync. Between virtual meetings and calls, they
pass by each other quietly, exchanging glances filled with admiration and quiet pride.
At noon, they sit side by side on the patio for lunch—salads, protein bowls, and green tea.
Arjun (chuckling softly):
"Do you ever pause? You’re like a one-woman miracle."
Ananya (smiling):
"And you’re the miracle that lets me be one."

Scene ends with both returning to their desks, focused and determined, knowing that love
doesn’t need constant presence—it thrives in silent support and parallel passion.
Scene: Evening – Arjun’s Home Office – Warm Lighting, Rain Lightly Tapping the Window
Arjun wraps up his final virtual meeting and leans back in his chair, rubbing his temples. He
picks up his phone, unlocks it, and instinctively opens Instagram. The first thing on his feed is
Ananya’s new post – a carousel of pictures from her Europe conference, movie shoot, and a
final candid one of her sitting with a coffee mug, gazing out a hotel window, captioned:
"Healing, Hustling, Hoping. 🕊️✨ #Gratitude #PurposeOverPressure"
Arjun (gazing at the screen, voice low but full of emotion):
"She doesn’t even know what she does to me. Look at her... so radiant, so relentless. Even in another
continent, she’s magic in motion. And here I am... scrolling through her pictures like I’m not already
married to this wonder of a woman. Every photo—her eyes, her grace, her fire—God, she was made
to change the world and somehow still chooses to come back to me."
He zooms in on the last photo where she’s resting her chin on her palm.
Arjun:
"I know that look. That’s the 'I miss home' look. That’s the look she gave me before our first big stage
event... nervous, hopeful. And still, she conquered the crowd. She always does. But I see behind the
filter. I see the weight behind those lashes. I see the strength in her silence."
He screenshots the picture, sets it as his lock screen, and types a message. But then pauses.
Arjun (smiling softly):
"No. Let her see when she returns—how I saw her even when she wasn’t looking. She deserves a
love that watches without clinging, that stays without saying."
He places the phone aside, exhales deeply, and closes his eyes with a slight smile.

Scene: Early Morning – Arjun and Ananya’s Bedroom – Soft Glow from the Curtains
Ananya, wrapped in a beige robe, steps into the quiet room. Arjun is still in bed, half-asleep.
She picks up his phone gently from the nightstand to check an important message from a
medical board official regarding her next seminar. She unlocks it, and her fingers pause when
she sees her own face on his lock screen — the candid picture from Europe. Her breath catches
slightly, lips parting in surprise. Just then, a warm pair of arms wrap around her waist from
behind.
Arjun (voice husky with sleep but deeply affectionate):
"You always sneak into my world like this, silently, gently... like you were born to be part of me
without asking permission. Checking my phone, hmm? At least I know it’s the only person I’d ever
let do that. And I’m not even mad. Because right now, just having you this close, holding the same
phone where I stored every little piece of you... it feels right."
Ananya (softly, leaning into him, touched):
"I wasn’t snooping. I just had to pull out that conference document. But… Arjun, that picture… why
this one? Out of all the things, why that exact moment?"
Arjun (nuzzling her neck with a smile):
"Because that was the moment I saw something the camera didn't. You—sitting there alone in another
country, carrying a thousand responsibilities, but still managing to hold the sky up with your bare
hands. That wasn't just a picture, Ananya. That was proof. That no matter where you go, what you do,
or how far you seem—my heart’s still watching you from the sidelines, in awe, every damn time."
Ananya turns to face him, overwhelmed with emotion, her fingers brushing his face.
Ananya:
"You always say the things I don’t even know I need to hear. Do you realize how rare you are, Arjun
Kapoor? How deeply you see me? Not the doctor, not the actress, not the planner or singer… just me.
And that’s why I’d check your phone a hundred times if it meant being reminded that no matter how
far I travel, I always have a home in you."
They kiss softly, holding each other in the stillness of morning.

Scene: Evening – Arjun and Ananya’s Mansion – Soft Wind Outside, Silence Inside
Arjun leaves for the office, dressed sharply in a navy-blue suit. Ananya, in a soft ivory kurta
and her hair loosely braided, watches him from the balcony with a gentle smile. She’s planned a
peaceful day—no staff, just silence and herself, a rare moment of rest. The maids and servants
have taken the day off per her request. The house is still, serene.
Suddenly, there's a knock at the main door. Curious, Ananya walks downstairs and opens it.
Standing there is her ex — sharply dressed but with a sinister undertone in his expression.
Before she can say anything, the security guard steps up.
Guard (sternly):
“Sir, you're not allowed here. Please leave. Madam doesn’t want any disturbance. Don’t make this
ugly.”
Ex (smirking arrogantly):
“Move aside. I just need to talk to her. Just a little talk. She still remembers me, don’t you Ananya?”
Ananya (firmly, voice calm but tense):
“You need to leave. You don’t get to walk into my life again and expect doors to stay open. This
chapter was shut long ago.”
As the guard pushes him back, he suddenly lunges forward and dashes inside the hallway. The
guard shouts and calls Arjun immediately. The ex heads upstairs. Ananya rushes to stop him,
breath quickening. She opens her room door as he nears — and just as he’s about to grab her
hand—
The main door bursts open again. Arjun, furious and breathless, storms in. Without a word, he
grabs the ex by the collar and throws him out. The guard drags him away, locking the main
gates.
Inside, Arjun slams the bedroom door shut. The silence is deafening. He turns to Ananya—his
eyes dark with fury, his jaw clenched. He moves in close, chest rising with emotion.
Arjun (deep, controlled, intense):
“You are mine. No one, no one, gets to come near you like that. I don’t care who he was. He
should’ve never stood on that doorstep. The second I heard—my heart stopped. I thought I’d lose you
again. And I won’t survive it a second time, Ananya. Never again.”
He places her hand firmly against the wall, his fingers interlocking with hers. His breath
brushes her cheek.
Arjun (softer now, voice shaking):
“This hand... this heartbeat... this life—it’s all mine. No one touches what’s mine, Ananya. No one
dares.”
Ananya (voice trembling, eyes misty but sure):
“I waited for you to say that... all this time. You don’t have to mark your place in my world, Arjun.
It’s yours already. Every moment. Every breath. Every inch of me knows only your touch.”
Arjun leans in and kisses her deeply, passionately, his hand still holding hers against the wall.
She doesn’t pull away. She closes her eyes, deepening the kiss, responding with everything she
feels—relief, love, desire, and the safety she only finds with him. Their silhouettes blend into one
under the golden light spilling from the chandelier above.

Scene: Early morning inside Ananya Malhotra’s modern apartment. The sun hasn’t risen yet,
and the city is still asleep. She stands in front of her mirror, adjusting her ponytail and slipping
on her white coat. Her stethoscope hangs neatly around her neck, and her sharp spectacles
catch the low yellow light from the dresser lamp. A quiet determination burns in her eyes as she
checks the time—3:50 AM. She grabs her keys and briskly exits.
"Today's schedule is crazy long but I’ve got it handled. Emergency rounds, follow-ups, and then the
endless admin work. No matter what, I’m not letting anything slide. Not today."
Scene: Ananya drives through the dim city streets, headlights cutting through the silence. Her
focus is razor sharp as she turns into the hospital parking, pulls into her usual slot, and walks
briskly toward the building. The reception area is softly lit, with a lone receptionist typing at
her desk.
"Good morning. I need today’s full task list right now. I want patient rounds first, then OPD reviews,
and I’ve got some surgery reviews scheduled before noon. Keep my consult window clear from 11:30
to 12 sharp."
Scene: Hours pass—Ananya checks vitals, updates charts, consults with specialists, manages
interns, and deals with patients nonstop. She doesn’t miss a step. Her mood remains sharp but
composed. At 11:45 AM, her expression hardens. She walks swiftly to the front desk, her voice
low but stern.
"Call every single staff member right now. I want all doctors, nurses, interns, juniors—everyone—in
the conference room by 10 AM tomorrow sharp. No excuses. Tell them it’s not a request. It’s an
order. We need discipline, and we need it now."
Scene: The receptionist nods nervously and picks up the intercom as Ananya walks away, her
coat flowing behind her, heels echoing with authority in the hallway.

Scene: 10:00 AM sharp. The hospital’s intercom crackles to life. The receptionist’s voice rings
out across every corridor, room, and office with urgency and clarity. Staff members freeze mid-
task and listen.
"All staff—this is an urgent announcement. As per Dr. Ananya Malhotra’s directive, every doctor,
nurse, junior, intern, and administrator is to report to the main conference room immediately. This is
not optional. Please proceed without delay."
Scene: Inside the large conference room. Fluorescent lights illuminate the sterile space. Ananya
sits alone at the head of a long table, her back straight, her expression cold and unreadable.
Every other staff member stands—some gulp nervously, others fidget. A heavy silence fills the
room. Everyone knows how Ananya is when it comes to professionalism and standards.
"I'm not here to waste time. I'm here to clean this place up. Starting today, I’m setting ten rules for
myself to follow—discipline, punctuality, precision, empathy, leadership, accountability, daily
reviews, continuous learning, delegation, and mental wellness. I will lead by example, but I will not
tolerate mediocrity."
She raises her hand before anyone can interrupt, her voice slicing through the thick air.
"And now, ten rules for this hospital: No delays in reports. All shifts must start five minutes early.
Zero tolerance for missing rounds. Charts updated in real-time. No device distractions during duty.
All emergencies must be escalated instantly. Internal communication must be flawless. Patients’
dignity is priority. Uniform dress code enforced. And lastly—own your errors before I have to point
them out."
She scans every face in the room. One intern tries to glance away and she locks eyes with him
immediately. Her voice hardens.
"You think I don’t notice? Late charts. Sloppy handovers. Unprofessional behavior in the wards. I’ve
watched, I’ve waited, and now I’ve had enough. If I catch even one of you repeating the mistakes I’ve
seen this past month, I’ll make sure you regret ever disrespecting this profession."
The staff collectively shiver. A senior nurse stammers, another doctor nods rapidly, everyone
mumbles in unison.
"We’re sorry, Doctor. It won’t happen again. We promise. We’ll do better. We’ll follow every rule."
Ananya doesn't smile. She nods once—cold, controlled. Everyone knows not to argue, not to
reason. This isn’t a discussion. It’s an order.

Scene: It’s 1:15 PM. Ananya walks out of the hospital building and enters her car, heading for a
quiet lunch break. She chooses White House Café, a discreet, elegant spot nearby known for its
privacy and calm. What she doesn’t realize is that a pair of suited men seated a few tables away
are not just customers—they’re Arjun Kapoor’s personal security, quietly observing her every
move. They speak into discreet earpieces as she eats alone.
"Sir, she’s at the White House Café. She's alone. No threats, no unusual activity. Keeping visual on
her. Will update if she moves."
Scene: Arjun Kapoor, President and top actor, is in his office surrounded by files and digital
briefings. As soon as he hears the update, his posture stiffens. He tosses his pen aside and rises,
instantly alert. Without a word, he strides out, his security detail scrambling to follow.
"I told them to watch her, not just report. If anything happens to her, they’ll answer to me. I’m not
waiting for another update—I’m going to her now."
Scene: Arjun arrives at the hospital within minutes. The staff at reception instantly recognize
him—some stare, others murmur. He walks directly to the front desk, voice low but intense,
eyes sharp.
"Where is Dr. Ananya Malhotra right now?"
"Sir, she left about ten minutes ago. She said she was going to White House Café for lunch."
Scene: Arjun pauses, jaw clenched. He leans in toward the receptionist, his voice firmer now
but still quiet enough to stay under the radar.
"Summon every senior member of this hospital today. White House Café. 07:00 PM sharp. I want the
medical board, the administrative heads, every major doctor present. No delays, no exceptions. And
make absolutely sure—Ananya must not find out about this. Not a word. Not a whisper.
Understood?"
"Yes, sir. I’ll arrange it immediately."
Scene: Arjun walks away with purpose, his security behind him. Meanwhile, at the café,
Ananya remains unaware of the storm brewing, calmly sipping her coffee, eyes on her tablet,
still buried in patient notes.

Scene: 07:00 PM sharp. The hospital slowly begins to empty—senior doctors, nurses, admin
heads, and department heads all quietly slip out. The usual chatter fades. Ananya steps out
from her office, immediately noticing the unusual silence. Her eyes narrow behind her glasses
as she approaches the front desk.
"Where is everyone? Why is the floor so empty? And where exactly did all the seniors vanish without
informing me?"
The receptionist hesitates, swallowing nervously, eyes darting around, avoiding direct eye
contact.
"I...I’m not sure, ma’am. They mentioned something urgent, but I don’t have full details. I think they
may have gone somewhere outside for a meeting."
Ananya’s tone sharpens, suspicious.
"A meeting at 7 PM that doesn’t include me? I wasn’t informed, yet the entire upper hierarchy
disappears? Fine. I’ll find out myself."
Scene: Ananya exits the hospital, steps into her car, and drives off—but instead of heading to
the White House Café where Arjun is, she drives to her personal residence—also named White
House—confident that any meeting would surely be there. Meanwhile, across town, in the
private room of the White House Café, Arjun Kapoor sits at the head of a large round table.
Everyone else stands around him—silent, alert, and tense.
"You all know why you’re here. This is no regular meeting. This is about Ananya Malhotra. She gives
everything to this hospital, but that doesn’t mean she has to carry its weight alone."
His voice lowers, firmer now.
"I’m laying out 50 rules. Not for the hospital. For Ananya. From now on, none of you will allow her
to skip meals. No patient overload without her consent. She must sleep minimum six hours daily. No
shift extensions without my written permission. She’s not to be disturbed after 10 PM. Emergency
calls only if she approves. Personal days—mandatory twice a month. She must be accompanied on
late night rounds. No one questions her authority, but she also gets protected from burnout. No gossip
about her personal life. If I hear even one rumor, I’ll personally see that person removed."
Gasps echo quietly around the room as Arjun’s tone becomes steel.
"If she breaks down, it’s on you. All of you. And I’ll make sure the consequences are felt."
Just then, the receptionist, who followed Arjun’s instructions strictly, enters and hands Arjun a
slip. He reads it, nods once.
"Good. She’s still unaware. Let’s finish this."
He then addresses the group again.
"20 new rules for the hospital effective immediately: Daily wellness check-ins for doctors. No shift
overlaps. Uniform discipline. Leadership rotation every 14 days. Compassion training quarterly.
Patient record automation. Cleanliness inspections twice a day. Reporting hierarchy upgrades. Zero
tolerance for internal politics. Staff rotation transparency. Junior support officers appointed. No over-
delegation. Night staff security upgrade. Lab coordination reforms. Weekly review board reinstated.
Cafeteria overhaul. Staff lounge renovation. Salary structure reanalysis. Workload redistribution. And
lastly—no decisions made in this hospital without Dr. Ananya Malhotra’s input."
Scene: At her residence, Ananya paces the floor of her living room—White House mansion—
still unaware of what’s unfolding in the café across town. She wonders why she hasn’t been
called, still restless. Meanwhile, Arjun rises from his seat, the meeting at the café concluded,
knowing everything has changed tonight.

Scene: Night deepens over the city skyline. The clock nears 11:30 PM. Inside the White House
residence, Ananya Malhotra paces across the grand living room, her hands clenched. The house
feels colder than usual. Her mind races—Arjun hasn’t returned, hasn’t called, and it’s unlike
him. The silence unnerves her. She dials his number—no answer. Her heartbeat quickens. She
rushes to her phone and calls the hospital. The receptionist answers.
"Where is Arjun? He’s not home, he’s not answering me. Don’t lie to me."
"Ma’am… he’s… he was at the café for the meeting. He just left. He should be heading home now.
He asked us not to tell you earlier… but I thought you should know now."
Scene: Moments later, the private elevator opens in the towering White House skyscraper.
Arjun steps out into the hallway of the 30th floor, his presence calm and commanding as ever.
He removes his coat, adjusts his collar, and moves toward their suite. Inside, Ananya turns at
the sound of the door unlocking. Her eyes widen the moment she sees him. She runs to him
instinctively. Arjun wraps his arms around her tightly, pulling her into his chest as her worry
dissolves in the warmth of his embrace.
"I’m here now, baby. I’m sorry I didn’t call. I didn’t mean to scare you. I had something to take care
of—for you."
He holds her close, letting her calm down in his arms. Her breathing steadies as he gently
strokes her hair, his voice low and soft in her ear.
"You mean everything to me. You think I’d ever let you handle this whole world alone? Never. I’ll
make sure no one forgets who you are and what you deserve—not just in the hospital, but
everywhere."
Scene: The two walk slowly to the balcony, the city glittering beneath them. Arjun pours her a
glass of water, makes her sit, and kneels down in front of her, holding her hands. He speaks with
quiet intensity, his eyes locked on hers.
"You’re not just a doctor to them. You’re not just a name on a board. You’re my strength, my woman,
my fire. And tonight, I wanted them to see how much you matter. Now, let me remind you how much
you matter to me."
Scene: Time slows as the two sit together under the night sky, wrapped in silence, arms around
each other. Arjun’s touch is gentle but intense, his words full of affection. He treats her with a
mix of protection and deep passion—every glance, every touch deliberate and warm. The
tension melts away as their moments become private and soft, filled with comfort and closeness
that only the two of them understand.
Scene: Dubai, Day 4. The golden city glows under a soft evening haze. Arjun and Ananya,
dressed in effortless designer casuals—him in crisp linen, her in a soft pastel co-ord with
oversized shades—step out of a luxury coupe parked outside the Dubai Mall. Cameras flash,
but they don’t hide. Instead, Arjun holds her hand tightly, and Ananya flashes a radiant smile,
pulling him close as they share a slow kiss in the open, right on the pavement.
Scene: Hours later, inside their luxury car, music playing low. Ananya climbs over to Arjun’s
lap at a red light, giggling. He grabs her waist with one hand, kissing her passionately as the
city lights reflect off the windshield. His other hand slides into her hair as they forget the world,
completely wrapped in each other.
"I don’t care if the whole world’s watching, baby," he whispers between kisses. "They should know
who owns my heart."
Scene: That night, Ananya uploads a photo on Instagram—a candid of Arjun kissing her
temple while she laughs, their sunglasses still on, Dubai skyline behind them. Caption: “My
escape, my everything. 🖤 #DubaiDiaries #HimAndMe”
Scene: Within minutes, the post explodes. Over 3 million likes in two hours. Comment sections
flood:
Bollywood celebrities:
 Alia Bhatt: Uff you two 🔥🔥 stop setting the bar this high!!
 Ranveer Singh: Arjun bhai, full filmy scene yaar… respect 😎
 Katrina Kaif: Can’t handle this heat, even in Dubai. Stunning!
Fans:
 “Ananya and Arjun are the couple we never knew we needed!”
 “This is giving major Fifty Shades x Bollywood vibes!”
 “Power couple energy LEVEL 100.”
Scene: Their families react too.
 Ananya’s mother texts: Beta… you both look happy. But please remember to breathe
also!
 Arjun’s elder sister comments: Finally the Kapoor boy smiles this wide. Thank you,
Ananya.
 Ananya’s younger cousin shares the post on her story: I’m officially jealous of my own
cousin.
Scene: Back in their suite, Ananya reads the reactions aloud while lying on the couch, feet in
Arjun’s lap. He sips his drink, smirking.
"Told you we’d break the internet, babe."
She leans forward and kisses him slowly again.
"Let them talk. I’m too busy living this with you."
Scene: Late evening. Mumbai Airport. The jet-black private charter carrying Arjun and
Ananya touches down. The glamour of Dubai now behind them, reality begins to creep in.
Arjun steps out first in a sleek three-piece navy suit, jaw clenched, sunglasses still on. Ananya
follows in a soft peach kurta, hair tied up, clutching her tote. The flashbulbs are back. The
guards form a tight circle. The President is home.
Scene: Inside the White House residence. The vibe has shifted. Ananya heads straight to the
bathroom, dropping her handbag on the couch. She turns to Arjun, placing a soft kiss on his
cheek.
"I’m heading for a long, hot shower, baby. After all that sand and sun, I need water."
Arjun gives her a quick nod but doesn’t smile. The moment she disappears behind the door, his
entire aura changes. His posture straightens. His face hardens. His eyes lock on his PA standing
silently by the hallway.
Scene: The assistant, clutching a leather folder, feels the weight of Arjun’s stare. He steps
forward slowly.
"Good evening, sir. Hope your trip went well—"
Arjun raises a hand. His voice is cold, clipped, unreadable.
"Don’t waste my time. Hand me the to-do list for tomorrow. Every meeting. Every name. Every
location. I want the full stack now."
The PA immediately opens the folder, handing over the printed schedule with trembling fingers.
Arjun takes it without a word, eyes scanning the pages as he walks toward the study. His mind
has switched fully—President mode is back. The man who ruled Dubai’s nights with charm
now prepares to rule the country’s day with precision.
Scene: From inside the shower, Ananya lets the hot water pour over her skin. She doesn’t hear
the tension outside. She doesn’t see the cold fire in Arjun’s eyes. All she knows is—tomorrow, it
all begins again.

Scene: Night. White House Residence, Presidential Suite. The bedroom is softly lit. Warm
amber lights glow against the white marble floor. The sound of water from the attached
bathroom fades. The large glass shower is still fogged up. Ananya’s silhouette moves behind the
frosted door, graceful and slow. Her voice echoes softly through the slight opening.
Ananya:
"Baby… my towel isn’t here. Can you pass it to me, please? It’s in the second cupboard, left side—
white one with the embroidery. Hurry, I’m dripping in here."
Scene: Arjun stands near his desk, still holding his to-do list. He glances at the PA who is
organizing some files near the cabinet. He doesn’t lift his voice—his command is low, cold, and
precise.
Arjun:
"You. Second cupboard. Pull out the towel she’s asking for. Now."
Scene: The PA walks quickly to the cupboard, opens it, takes out the towel and steps toward the
bathroom. Just as she reaches near, Arjun steps in her way. His eyes are sharp. His voice colder.
Arjun:
"Stop right there. I’ll take it. Leave. This isn’t your role. When it comes to her—you don’t enter. You
don’t interfere."
Scene: The PA gulps, nods quickly, and exits the room without a word. Arjun picks up the
towel, walks toward the bathroom door, and knocks gently.
Arjun:
"Here, babe. Come get it."
Scene: The bathroom door creaks open slightly. A steamy wave of warmth escapes, and Ananya,
wrapped in just the fog and drops of water, peeks out with a mischievous smirk. She grabs the
towel, but pulls a little harder, forcing Arjun’s hand.
Ananya:
"You know very well I didn’t want the towel. I wanted you."
Scene: She pulls him gently but firmly into the fog-filled space. The air is thick, the mirror
fogged, and the scent of lavender steam fills the room. Arjun lets the towel drop between them
as he looks at her. She steps closer, her hand against his chest.
Arjun:
"You think you can call me in here and get away with teasing like that? After all those days in Dubai,
after all the nights where we lit up the sky—you think I can stand here and pretend to care about a
towel?"
Scene: Ananya presses her body closer to his, her hands gliding behind his neck, fingers tracing
his hairline. Her skin is still warm from the water, and her voice lowers.
Ananya:
"I want more than nights, Arjun. I want you when you’re tired. I want you when you’re angry, when
you’re silent, when you’re pretending to be the President and not my baby. I want this. Not Dubai, not
titles. Just this. Us. Skin to skin. Breath to breath."
Scene: Arjun wraps one arm around her waist, pulling her closer, the other cupping the back of
her head as he leans in. His voice is a whisper, heavy and deep.
Arjun:
"You have no idea what you do to me. One look from you, and I forget agendas, countries, rules,
meetings. I want to taste your breath. I want to lose every war if it means surrendering to you every
night. You’re not a distraction, Ananya—you’re the only peace I’ve ever known."
Scene: She kisses him—slow, deliberate, hungry. The towel slides to the floor. They move deeper
into the steamy shower space, water beginning to fall again. The scene fades, steam rising, their
bodies wrapped in warmth, desire, and an unspoken promise: to belong, entirely and endlessly,
to each other.
Scene: Morning. White House driveway. Ananya steps into her car, dressed in a crisp white
doctor’s coat layered over a pastel blue salwar. Her hair is tied in a low ponytail, glasses
perched on her nose, and she hums softly to herself as she drives out. Her phone beeps—her
best friend texts, “Meet you in the OR by 9!” She smiles and nods to herself.
Scene: The city streets are buzzing. As Ananya drives, the traffic grows denser. Suddenly, a boy
dashes across the road to fetch a ball. Ananya’s foot slams the brake, but not in time. A screech.
A thud. Silence. Ananya’s eyes widen. She rushes out of the car. The boy is unconscious,
bleeding slightly from the forehead. People begin gathering. Panic spreads.
Ananya:
"Oh my god… no, no, no. Someone call the hospital—I’m a doctor. I didn’t see him—he came out of
nowhere. Please... please help me lift him into the car. We don’t have time to wait for an ambulance!"
Scene: Her best friend, Dr. Meher, reaches the spot in another car, runs to her. Together, they
lift the boy, rush him into Ananya’s car, and drive straight to the hospital. In the ER, they
prepare for emergency surgery.
Scene: The operating room. Beeping machines. The boy lies on the table, doctors moving
swiftly. Ananya assists, her hands steady but her heart racing.
Dr. Meher:
"Focus, Ananya. You’re a doctor before anything else. Breathe. He’s going to be fine. You saved
him."
Ananya:
"I… I didn’t mean for this to happen. I just… I should’ve been more careful. What if he doesn’t make
it? What if…?"
Dr. Meher:
"Then you give it everything. Just like always. You got this."
Scene: Hours later. The surgery is successful. The boy is stable. Ananya steps out of the OR,
exhausted. As she wipes her forehead, the patient’s family storms in—two middle-aged men, a
woman, and a few others. Without warning, one of them pushes Ananya. She stumbles
backward, about to fall—
—but strong arms catch her. Arjun. Dressed in a sharp all-black suit, his presence dark,
commanding, and furious. His jaw clenched, eyes blazing.
Arjun:
"Touch her again. I dare you."
Scene: Ananya clutches her friend’s arm and steps aside, breathing hard. Dr. Meher gently
escorts her to the corridor while Arjun stands in front of the family, expression like ice. He pulls
out a thick envelope of cash and throws it at the feet of the parents.
Arjun:
"Take this. Take all of it. Because that’s what this was for, wasn’t it? A staged accident. A boy
conveniently placed. Parents conveniently gathered. Cameras ready outside. You picked the wrong
person to mess with.**
This wasn’t an accident—it was orchestrated. I’ve already seen the footage. I have eyes
everywhere. You think targeting her would shake me? No. It only seals your fate.
**You’ll meet me. Today. 02 PM. Five-star café. Privately. Not a word to the press. Not a whisper to
Ananya. If you want to walk away from this with your dignity, you’ll come. Otherwise... your names
will drown in courtrooms and headlines."
Scene: The family glares but stays silent. Arjun walks past them, his hand brushing Ananya’s as
he gently leads her out of the hospital. She’s still shaken, silent. In the car, she stares out the
window. Arjun holds her hand.
Arjun:
"You’re safe now, baby. Nothing will touch you again—not while I breathe. We’ll go home. You’ll lie
down. I’ll stay right beside you. No more chaos. I promise."
Scene: Back home. He helps her out of the car, leads her into their bedroom. She changes into
soft clothes and sits by the window. Arjun pours her warm tea, kneels in front of her, and gently
places her head on his shoulder. He hums quietly, stroking her back, as her eyes slowly close—
peacefully, for the first time that day.
Scene: 2:00 PM sharp. A high-end 5-star café in South Mumbai. The private lounge is sealed
off, heavily guarded. Inside, the air is chilled, scented with sandalwood and aged leather. Arjun
Kapoor sits on a high-backed velvet throne chair, dressed in a dark royal blue suit, legs crossed,
one hand resting on a lion-armrest, the other twirling his signet ring. His presence is not
casual—it is kingly. Silent. Cold. Deadly.
Scene: The door bursts open. Two of Arjun’s personal guards drag in the five family
members—the so-called 'convenient parents.' The men are pushed to their knees. The women
are shoved onto the couch opposite Arjun. No one dares speak. The tension is suffocating.
Arjun:
"You set a trap. You used a child. You tried to destroy Ananya’s name. You pushed her. And now…
now you think I’ll let you walk away with fake apologies and teary eyes?"
He leans forward, voice low but razor sharp.
Arjun:
"This isn’t justice. This is debt. One that you’ll repay in service. Not to me—but to her. From this
second forward, you will serve Ananya Malhotra. Silently. Fully. No complaints. No questions."
He points to the three women, eyes unblinking.
Arjun:
"You three—every single day that she steps into that hospital—you will be there. At her side. You
will massage her head when she is stressed, her hands after surgery, and her legs when she returns
from 20-hour shifts. You will treat her like the goddess you tried to defame."
The women gasp, but his guards step forward. They fall silent again.
Arjun (to the two men):
"And you two—since you had the arrogance to raise your hands, now you will lower your heads.
Every day, you will deliver fresh home-cooked meals to her hospital cabin. Hot, healthy, punctual.
You will open doors. Carry her bag. Clean her desk. You’re the peons now."
One of the men tries to stammer an objection. Arjun doesn’t move—he just raises his hand, and
the guards press the man’s face to the floor.
Arjun:
"If even one of you fails—once—I will make sure your names are tattooed on every media headline
as child exploiters and blackmailers. I’ll bury your lives in lawsuits. You will not speak to her. You
will not let her know about this arrangement. If she finds out, I will double your punishment."
He leans back, deadly calm.
Arjun:
"I’m not asking for your loyalty. I’m enforcing her power. And make no mistake… I always finish
what I start."
Scene: The room falls silent. The five figures nod rapidly, afraid to breathe wrong. Arjun waves
his hand. His guards escort them out. He pours himself a small glass of whiskey, takes a slow
sip, and murmurs to himself.
Arjun:
"For every tear she shed… you’ll repay in sweat."
Scene: Evening. White House. The main hall is quiet, lit by golden chandeliers. Ananya stands
in the center, dressed in a formal ivory saree, her hair tied up, arms crossed, lips tight. Her eyes,
usually gentle behind glasses, are filled with fury. Her phone plays a video on loop—blurry
footage of Arjun in the café, commanding the "convenient parents" to serve her. Her jaw
clenches as footsteps approach. The double doors open—Arjun walks in, removing his coat,
smiling softly.
Arjun:
"Babe… I missed you. Everything's okay now. They won't bother you again. Come here."
Scene: He moves toward her, arms open to hug, but she steps back sharply, just like Ranveer
Singh in a dramatic Bollywood climax. Her palm pushes against his chest—firm, powerful,
shaking with restrained emotion.
Ananya:
"Don’t. Just don’t, Arjun."
Scene: Arjun freezes. Ananya walks a few steps away, then turns, fury rising.
Ananya:
"You really thought this was the solution? That you could stage some macho power trip, throw money
and threats, and that I’d stand there silently like some damsel while you ordered people to massage
me? Are you serious, baby? What kind of twisted royal fantasy are you living in?"
Arjun steps closer, confused, frustrated. He tries to hold her shoulders. She shoves him back
again. Her voice grows louder.
Ananya:
"A video was sent to me. Unedited. Full. You—forcing those people into ‘serving’ me. You didn’t
even care how humiliating it looks? What image it creates? You think this proves love? No—it proves
possession. Control. I didn’t become a doctor to be turned into some goddess with slaves. I became a
doctor to serve, not to be served!"
Arjun, now quiet, walks to her, places both hands on the wall behind her, trapping her gently.
He doesn’t speak. His gaze is firm. But Ananya meets his eyes with equal intensity.
Ananya:
"You don’t own me, Arjun. I thought you loved me, not… worshipped me like an object to protect.
This wasn’t protection. This was a performance. And now—because of you—my name is in a video
going viral. My team, my staff—how am I supposed to show my face again? I’m quitting. The
hospital. And us."
Scene: Silence. Arjun slowly lets his hands fall. He steps back, breathes out hard, and after a
long pause, speaks in a low, serious voice.
Arjun:
"You won’t quit, Ananya. Not the hospital. Not me. But I hear you. You didn’t want power. You
wanted peace. I thought I was giving you respect. I see now—it came wrapped in ego.**
**Fine. I’ll undo it. I’ll release them. Not as your servants—but I’ll make them mine. I’ll hire them.
Give them jobs. Security. Dignity. Salaries. Benefits. You never asked to be treated like royalty. But
I’ll fix it… my way. A better way."
Scene: Ananya looks at him—still furious, still distant—but something in his voice softens her
stance. She says nothing, just turns away. Arjun watches her leave the room, his fists
tightening—not in anger, but in resolve. He takes out his phone.
Arjun (to phone):
"Change of plan. Those five—offer full-time employment. Groundskeeping, hospitality, admin work.
Registered contracts. Decent pay. And make it public—this wasn’t punishment. It’s opportunity. No
mention of Ananya. Ever."
Scene: 5:30 PM. White House kitchen. Ananya walks in, still in her ivory saree, still burning
with quiet rage. She opens the drawer, takes out a tea strainer and her favorite masala blend.
Her hands move quickly, aggressively—water boils, milk simmers, the clatter of the spoon
against the pan loud and sharp. Arjun steps in slowly, cautiously. The staff standing nearby
freeze. With a flick of his fingers, he signals all of them to leave the kitchen silently. Within
seconds, it’s just the two of them.
Arjun (softly):
"Babe… please. Just listen once. Let me explain everything without the noise—without the anger. I
didn’t mean to hurt you. I just—"
Ananya (without looking):
"Don’t call me that right now. Not when I’m trying to make chai to stop myself from saying
something worse."
Scene: He walks up behind her, gently wraps his arms around her waist. She immediately
shrugs him off, pushing him back with her elbow. He stumbles slightly but doesn’t react.
Ananya pours the chai into her favorite white-and-gold cup, carries it to the living room, and
sits down on the far edge of the sofa, sipping slowly, eyes fixed blankly at the wall. Arjun
follows, sits next to her, maintaining distance. The silence between them is heavy.
Scene: She finishes her chai, gets up without a word, and walks up the stairs to her private
library—her sanctuary. She enters and shuts the door firmly behind her. Arjun stands at the
bottom of the stairs, watching, jaw clenched in guilt. He pulls out his phone.
Arjun (on phone, sharply):
"Arrange the terrace. Full privacy. No guards, no staff. From 07 PM to 07 AM. Lanterns, roses, silk
drapes, a sky full of fairy lights. Her favorite music. Her favorite food. I want the whole roof to look
like a dream. She needs to feel magic again. I’ll handle the rest."
Scene: As the sun begins to set, the staff rush silently to the rooftop. Lanterns are lit. Cushions
laid out. Canopies raised. Candles placed around. A soft instrumental playlist is tested. Petals
are scattered. A table is set for two, beside a bed of warm velvet pillows under the stars. On one
side—a note is placed in Ananya’s handwriting from weeks ago, framed secretly by Arjun: “All
I want is peace, chai, and love that doesn’t make me choose.”
Scene: 06:55 PM. White House. Ananya is sitting in her library, still surrounded by books, still
lost in her storm. A knock on the door. A servant rushes in, breathless.
Servant:
"Ma’am! Ma’am! Arjun Sir... something’s wrong. He’s on the terrace—he fainted. We didn’t call a
doctor yet because we thought you should come first!"
Scene: Ananya’s heart stops. Her face stiffens in panic. She throws her book down, rushes out
of the room, past the hall, up the stairs. The terrace door is ajar. She pushes it open—
Scene: Total darkness. No sound. The door slams shut behind her.
Ananya (shouting):
"Arjun?! Arjun! Where are you?!"
Scene: Suddenly—click—the lights burst on. Warm golden fairy lights. Hanging roses. Silk
drapes swaying gently in the breeze. A soft melody playing from hidden speakers. At the center:
Arjun, standing in a sleek black shirt, barefoot on a carpet of petals, holding a tray with two
steaming cups of chai, a small bottle of whiskey, and a silver bowl of melting chocolate with
strawberries and ice cubes beside.
Ananya:
"Arjun… What the—"
Scene: Before she finishes, Arjun walks up slowly, cups her face gently with both hands, and
kisses her lips—long, soft, unhurried. She gasps slightly, but her hands don’t push him. They
settle on his chest. The kiss ends. He looks into her eyes with genuine softness.
Arjun:
"I’m sorry. For the way I handled it. For crossing lines. For hurting the one person who’s my peace. I
didn’t think. I acted like a ruler, not a partner. But tonight… I just want to remind you how deeply,
insanely, respectfully I love you. And if you still want me to leave… I’ll go. But not without telling
you this—every beat of me belongs to you, baby."
Scene: Ananya stares at him for a long second. Her eyes well up. She leans in and hugs him,
arms tight around his neck. Her voice is soft but firm.
Ananya:
"Don’t ever make me feel like an object again. But yes… I missed you too, baby. I was angry. Still
am. But I love you. Too damn much."
Scene: He picks her up in his arms and walks her to the candlelit floor bed, laying her down
gently. He sits beside her, takes a strawberry, dips it in chocolate, and feeds it to her. She
giggles, bites it, and licks the chocolate from his fingers. She takes a sip of chai, then leans
forward, kisses his cheek.
Arjun:
"I added two extra spoons of masala, just how you like it. But there’s something else spicy here too."
Scene: She pulls him by the shirt collar. The night flows—chocolate smears, ice melting against
skin, warm whiskey sips, chai steam curling in the moonlight. Clothes loosen. Words fade. The
terrace becomes their private heaven—sensual, passionate, and wrapped in forgiveness.
Scene: Early Morning. White House bedroom. Soft morning light filters through cream
curtains. Ananya and Arjun lie together on the velvet bed. The night’s intimacy now replaced
with calm, coffee, and silence. Arjun sits up, glancing at the tablet in his hand, scrolling through
staff details. Ananya is tying her hair in a loose bun, sipping her chai.
Arjun:
"Baby, do you want to fire anyone? Any staff member giving you attitude, being careless, or crossing
the line? Just say the name and why—you don’t need to stress over things that should’ve been
handled long ago."
Scene: Ananya looks at him, thinks for a moment, then places her cup on the side table. She
leans forward, serious.
Ananya:
"Yes. Three names. First—Priya, the pantry maid. She’s been gossiping with outside staff about us. I
overheard her whispering on a call about our personal routines. It made me extremely
uncomfortable."
"Second—Ramesh, the chauffeur. He’s always late, keeps his Bluetooth on full volume, and last
week, he dropped my file bag outside and laughed when I scolded him. Unprofessional and careless."
"And third—Naina, the wardrobe girl. She mixes my laundry with the guests’. Last time, I found my
scarf being used as a curtain tie. That’s disrespect, not forgetfulness."
Scene: Arjun nods slowly, his expression unreadable. He kisses her forehead.
Arjun:
"Done. Now forget about them. Go rule that hospital, babe. I’ll handle this side."
Scene: 8:30 AM. Ananya steps into her sleek car, dressed in a crisp pastel suit. The guards open
the gate. She drives off to the hospital. Meanwhile, Arjun remains seated in his study, the tablet
still in hand. He taps a few buttons. One by one, the three names flash on screen. He dials the
internal line.
Arjun (on intercom, voice ice-cold):
"Security. Bring Priya, Ramesh, and Naina to the east chamber. No delays."
Scene: Ten minutes later. The three staff members stand in front of him in the formal chamber.
Arjun sits at the head of the long table, arms folded, dark eyes fixed on them.
Arjun:
"You were trusted. You worked in this house, under Ananya’s roof. And yet, you disrespected her
space, her time, and her dignity. That’s something I never forgive."
"Effective immediately, you are relieved of your duties. Your final payments will be wired. Your
access to all private areas is revoked. Guards will escort you out within five minutes. Consider this
generosity, not punishment."
Scene: The three try to speak, plead, explain—but Arjun lifts a single finger. Silence.
Arjun:
"Leave. Now."
Scene: The guards step forward. The three ex-staff members are taken away. Arjun remains
seated, staring at the blank wall. He presses a button on the intercom.
Arjun (calmly):
"Replace all three by tonight. Fresh background checks. Loyalty is non-negotiable."
Scene: 12:30 PM. Hospital. Ananya is in her office, reviewing patient reports. Her assistant
enters, carrying a sealed black envelope stamped with the White House seal. She raises an
eyebrow. The assistant places it carefully on her desk and steps back.
Assistant:
"Ma’am, this came via Arjun Sir’s personal courier. Priority sealed. He said you’d understand."
Scene: Ananya opens the envelope. Inside: five crisp resumes, neatly bound together, each
marked with a gold tab. At the top—a handwritten note on Arjun’s signature paper, the ink a
deep royal blue.
Arjun's Note:
Babe,
Since the old trio decided to misuse your grace, I’ve shortlisted the top five candidates to serve your
space with class and discipline. Each profile reflects what you deserve—loyalty, skill, and silence. I
personally vetted their files. One’s an ex-Air Force protocol manager. Another was a wellness
coordinator for a royal household in Jaipur. The third worked at a Swiss retreat spa. The fourth is
fluent in five languages and trained in mental health hospitality. The fifth? She trained in silence
therapy and hand massage in Japan.
They’re yours to command. Pick what brings you peace.
Yours always—
Baby
Scene: Ananya reads through each resume carefully, flipping the pages with a soft smile
forming on her lips. The details are immaculate, the skills exceptional. Her eyes linger on the
one with mental health training—recognizing how thoughtful Arjun had been. She chuckles
softly at the footnote he left below the last resume.
Arjun's Footnote:
Yes, I remembered you once said, “Silence is luxury.” So I found someone who made it her job.
Scene: She pulls out her pen, circles three names, and writes a short message in her elegant
script on Arjun’s note itself. She folds it, places it back in the envelope, and hands it to her
hospital messenger.
Ananya:
"Deliver this back to the White House. To Arjun Sir. No one else touches it. Tell him—Doctor’s
orders."
Scene: The messenger nods, bows lightly, and exits with purpose. Ananya leans back, sipping
her chai with a satisfied smirk, already imagining the silent spa-like aura those new hires would
bring. Her phone buzzes—it’s Arjun. One word text: “Approved?” She doesn’t reply. Just
sends a heart.
Scene: 01:45 PM. White House. Inside a high-security strategy chamber. Arjun sits at the head
of a massive conference table, surrounded by top officials, cabinet secretaries, and security
advisors. Everyone’s focused. Charts, documents, and digital maps are displayed on large
screens. Arjun, suited in navy, is mid-sentence.
Arjun:
"If we restructure the urban grid this way, our efficiency rate increases by—"
Scene: The door opens suddenly. Arjun’s personal messenger, trusted and authorized, enters
silently but with urgency. No one dares stop him. He walks up, bows slightly, and extends the
sealed envelope from Ananya. Arjun’s eyes narrow. He immediately raises his hand.
Arjun:
"Pause the session. Leave me alone in the room. Now."
Scene: No one questions. The officials file out in silence. The room locks from the inside. Arjun
sits back, opens the envelope. Inside, the same three circled resumes—and Ananya’s reply,
written neatly in her distinct, bold script. He reads silently, her words echoing in his mind.
Ananya's Message:
Baby,
These three are perfect. The silence therapist? Yes, she's in. The mental wellness coordinator?
Definitely. And the ex-Air Force manager? I want that kind of discipline around me. But also—just so
you know—I shouted at an intern today because they served me cold coffee and confused MRI with
CT.
So next time you ask if I need replacements, include interns too.
Also, stop reading this and smile. I know you are.
Babe, I love how you handle everything, but stop spying through resumes and come home early today.
I’m making adrak chai and I might wear your favorite black saree.
Don’t test me. I will.
Scene: Arjun smirks. His expression softens. He folds the note slowly, places it inside his coat
pocket, then taps the intercom.
Arjun (firm, calm):
"Restructure the intern training program at her hospital immediately. Background checks, proper
knowledge tests. And get her those three hires on payroll today. Also, I’ll be leaving early."
Scene: He stands, buttons his coat, walks to the window, looking out into the courtyard,
whispering to himself.
Arjun (low voice):
"Black saree and adrak chai? God save me."
Scene: 02:00 PM. White House. Inside the grand strategy chamber. Arjun stands at the head of
the long, polished black marble table. The heavy doors close behind him as he taps the control
panel. One by one, the advisors and team members return to their seats. The lights dim to a
cool hue. On screen: “Urban Grid Security Redesign – Phase 4.”
Scene: Everyone looks expectantly at Arjun, whose expression has returned to stoic control. His
personal note from Ananya is now folded neatly in his coat pocket, close to his chest.
Arjun:
"Alright. Continue. Let’s hear it—each one of you."
Scene: One by one, members of the council speak. Security Advisor, Infrastructure Head,
Logistics Lead, Urban Analyst. Each presents detailed suggestions, statistics, and simulations.
Arjun listens intently, barely nodding. After every proposal—
Arjun (flat tone):
"Rejected. Lack of foresight."
"Rejected. Too slow."
"Rejected. No civilian integration."
"Rejected. You’re proposing a five-year plan for a five-month problem."
Scene: Silence starts to fill the room. Pressure builds. Then Arjun steps forward, presses a
button on the control panel. A new 3D hologram of a city model appears. Roads, energy lines,
health centers. It's his design. Sleek. Efficient. Ruthless in its precision.
Arjun:
"This is the new blueprint. Three-layer security for hospitals. Underground emergency tunnels for
doctors. Biometric building access. Drone surveillance over health zones. AI-assisted scheduling for
city emergency units. Budget slashed by 22%, delivery in 90 days. Civilian life—untouched. Execute
this. No debates."
Scene: The room goes still. Then slowly, heads nod. Advisors exchange impressed glances. The
Logistics Head stands.
Logistics Head:
"This is brilliant, Sir. We’ll begin re-routing immediately. Approval from every quarter."
Scene: Arjun nods once. Then he lifts his hand again.
Arjun:
"Before we end, one more instruction. As you all know, Dr. Ananya Malhotra is expected to arrive
home early today. That is not a casual update. That’s your protocol warning."
Scene: The staff glance at each other. Arjun continues, voice cool, deliberate.
Arjun:
"These are the ten rules to follow when she’s present—"
1. No staff member shall enter her personal space uninvited.
2. Her path in the residence must be clear, silent, and clean at all times.
3. No loud sounds—conversations, music, or tech—near her chambers.
4. No delays in chai preparation. Fresh, hot, strong. Twice daily.
5. Fresh flowers in her library, not reused ones from the lobby.
6. Bathroom towels changed every six hours. No repeat linen.
7. Her files must remain untouched by any staff other than assigned ones.
8. No reporting or complaints reach her ears. Come to me first.
9. Kitchen stocked with her preferred fruits, dark chocolate, and detox water.
10. If she asks for silence, the entire floor remains wordless for the hour.
Scene: The staff immediately start noting it down. No one dares question. Arjun presses the
final button. The presentation ends.
Arjun:
"Meeting adjourned. Prepare the house. I want her walking into serenity, not chaos."
Scene: He steps out, guards following behind. His phone buzzes. A message from Ananya:
“Leaving in 45 mins. Hope someone’s home early too.” Arjun smirks and puts on his
sunglasses.
Scene: 05:30 PM. White House – Front Courtyard. Ananya’s sleek black car pulls into the
driveway, flanked by security escorts. The massive doors open with precision. Inside, staff
straighten up. Guards nod with respect. Ananya steps out, dressed in an elegant pastel kurta,
loose hair brushing her shoulders, a laptop bag in one hand, sunglasses in the other. Her
presence is commanding but visibly tired.
Scene: As she steps into the main hall, soft instrumental music plays in the background. Fresh
lilies in vases. The air is faintly scented with sandalwood. She walks slowly toward the grand
living room, dropping her bag on the couch. A junior steward quickly approaches with a silver
tray, holding a fine porcelain cup of adrak chai, just as per rule #4.
Scene: As the tray reaches Ananya, the steward’s hand trembles slightly under pressure. The
hot tea wobbles—and spills sharply over the edge of the cup, landing directly on Ananya’s
hand. She gasps, stepping back in pain, her voice rising just slightly in shock.
Ananya:
"Ah! What the—watch it! This is boiling!"
Scene: Instantly, from the side corridor, Arjun enters, having seen the entire scene on the
internal monitor. He’s dressed in a black full-sleeve shirt, sleeves rolled up, his watch glinting.
His eyes lock on the steward with icy fury. Everyone around falls silent.
Arjun (cold, thunderous tone):
"Did I not list ten rules this morning? Was one of them not about her tea being handled perfectly? Do
you not understand what no mistakes means in my house?"
Scene: The steward stammers, trembling, trying to kneel, but before he can finish a word,
Arjun strides forward and punches him hard across the jaw. The tray clatters to the floor.
Gasps echo across the lobby. Guards rush but freeze when Arjun raises a hand.
Ananya (alarmed, sharp):
"Baby, stop! Enough! He made a mistake, yes, but this isn’t how we do things!"
Scene: She grabs his hand, the same hand that just delivered the blow, holding it tightly. Arjun
looks at her, breathing hard, rage still in his chest but his expression softens as he sees the faint
redness on her hand.
Arjun (quieter, eyes still burning):
"He burned you. He touched what’s mine. That’s not just a mistake."
Ananya:
"I can handle a spill. What I can’t handle is you letting your anger win. Come. We’ll talk. But not
here."
Scene: She gently pulls him toward the private lift. The steel doors open. They enter in silence.
Arjun presses the 30th floor. The doors close.
Scene: Inside the lift, he stands still, his eyes on her hand. She leans her head slightly onto his
shoulder.
Ananya (softly):
"Baby, protect me, yes... but don’t lose yourself doing it."
Scene: Arjun wraps his arm around her waist, nodding. The lift rises, lights dimming to a
golden hue. They head to their bedroom. The night begins.
Scene: 06:15 PM. 30th Floor – Master Bedroom. The private lift opens. Ananya walks out
briskly, holding her phone, voice tense. She’s received an emergency call from the hospital.
Arjun follows her halfway, watching as she slips on her heels and grabs her hospital coat from
the side chair.
Ananya:
"Baby, I have to go. Emergency trauma case. I’ll be back late. Don’t wait up, okay?"
Arjun (calm, low):
"You sure you’re okay to drive? After what happened?"
Ananya:
"I’m fine. It's just tea. The patient needs me more than my ego does."
Scene: She kisses his cheek quickly and leaves through the elevator. Arjun stands still, staring at
the closed door. His face changes—calm disappears. The fury returns. He turns to his head of
security.
Arjun:
"Call him. Now. The one who spilled the tea. Bring him to the lower hall. Private entrance. No noise.
No delay."
Scene: 15 minutes later – Private Sublevel. Arjun walks into a dimly lit interrogation-style room
beneath the White House. Concrete walls. Single spotlight. The steward from earlier is already
there, visibly panicked, restrained by two silent guards.
Arjun (cold, commanding):
"Do you know why you’re standing here instead of being thrown out like trash already?"
Waiter (shaking):
"I–I didn’t mean to, sir! I swear it was an accident… the cup slipped—"
Arjun (interrupting, voice sharp):
"She works sixteen hours. She handles hundreds of lives. And in the one hour she comes home, you
spill boiling chai on her hand? After all the rules?"
Scene: Arjun steps closer, removes his black gloves slowly, one finger at a time. He signals a
guard. The guard hands him a thin baton and steps back.
Arjun:
"This is not just about tea. This is about carelessness near the only person I breathe for."
Scene: He whips the baton sharply—once, across the metal table, making the waiter flinch
violently. The sound echoes. Then he leans close to the waiter’s face.
Arjun (low, threatening):
"You think you're afraid now? You're about to learn what real fear is. My warning is simple. If she
had gotten burned badly, you'd be breathing through tubes."
Scene: The waiter trembles, nodding frantically, eyes wet. Arjun tosses the baton to the guard.
Arjun:
"Remove him from the estate. Permanently. No servant here forgets why rules exist."
He pauses.
Arjun:
"Make him carry his uniform out through the front gate. Shirtless. Let the rest of the staff see what
consequences look like."
Scene: Guards nod. They drag the steward away as Arjun straightens his sleeves and turns
away, his face unreadable.
Scene: 08:30 PM. USA – Outer District Highway. A quiet, dusk-lit road just outside Los
Angeles. Ananya drives her rental sedan alone, her phone buzzing repeatedly. She glances at it,
sighs, and silences it. The road curves unexpectedly. A truck veers slightly into her lane—her
eyes widen. She swerves sharply. Her car spins, skids, then crashes into a roadside barrier with
a loud, jarring slam. The impact crushes the passenger side. Steam rises. Inside, Ananya is
unconscious, blood trailing from her forehead. Her hand slips off the wheel. Darkness.

Scene: 09:00 PM. UCLA Medical Emergency Room. Inside trauma bay. Nurses rush around,
alarms beeping. Ananya is wheeled in by paramedics. Her best friends—Rhea and Mitali—rush
behind in panic. A female doctor, in her early fifties, Indian-American, steps forward. She is Dr.
Sushma Malhotra—Ananya’s aunt, currently a guest neurospecialist. She stops in her tracks
when she sees Ananya.
Dr. Sushma:
"Oh god... Ananya?! What happened to her? Why is she here like this?"
Rhea (panicked):
"She was driving alone… her car spun off. Head injury, unconscious. They said she’s not
responding."
Scene: Dr. Sushma immediately dons gloves and steps into lead. Machines start connecting. She
reads her vitals, checks pupil response, CT scan results. Her face turns serious. She whispers to
herself.
Dr. Sushma (softly):
"She's in a coma. And knowing my niece, coma isn’t just injury—it’s trauma. She doesn’t fall like
this... unless she’s carrying something she couldn’t say."

Scene: 10:30 PM. Same hospital – Waiting Lobby. Rhea dials Arjun on video call. His face
appears—stern, composed in his all-black shirt and blazer, seated in his office.
Rhea (urgent):
"Arjun—something's happened. Ananya's in the ICU. She had an accident. She’s... she’s in a coma."
Scene: Arjun’s expression freezes. He doesn’t speak. He closes the laptop instantly, rises from
his chair, and storms out with his guards following.

Scene: 02:00 AM. UCLA Hospital – Emergency Entrance. A convoy of black cars pulls in.
Arjun steps out. No coat now. Just his shirt sleeves, tightly rolled, fists clenched, jaw set. He
walks into the ER without blinking. Security guards form a tight perimeter around the hospital.
Inside, Rhea and Mitali rush to him.
Mitali (shaken):
"Arjun… it’s really bad. She hasn’t spoken, moved, nothing. We’re scared. We don’t know what to
do!"
Scene: Arjun walks past them, eyes scanning the floor. The ER door swings open and Dr.
Sushma walks out, wiping her hands with surgical gloves. She’s surprised seeing the tension.
Dr. Sushma (to guards):
"Excuse me—who are all of you?"
Rhea (quietly, respectfully):
"Aunty… that’s Arjun Kapoor. Ananya’s... boyfriend."
Scene: Dr. Sushma looks at Arjun closely. He steps forward and bows his head slightly.
Arjun (controlled):
"She means everything to me."
Dr. Sushma (serious, observant):
"She’s in a coma. Physical injury minor. CT shows no significant damage. Which means this coma is
psychological. Triggered by emotional trauma. I’ve seen this with her once before. Something in her
mind has shut her down. It’s not pain—it’s something she found out."
Scene: Arjun’s eyes darken. His voice drops.
Arjun:
"What did she know? What was hidden from her? Who’s responsible?"
Dr. Sushma:
"I was about to tell her something… family-related. It’s possible she suspected it before I said a word.
I’ll need time to be sure."
Scene: Arjun nods, then turns to his guards.
Arjun:
"Secure this hospital. No staff without verification. No press, no visitors. Spread the team across the
building. I want my security in every hallway. No errors."
Scene: He turns to Rhea and Mitali.
Arjun (quietly, but firmly):
"She will wake up. And when she does, no more secrets. No more silence. I’ll find out what broke
her—and fix it."
Rhea (softly):
"Bro, we’re with you. Whatever it is… you’ll bring her back."
Scene: Arjun nods once and walks toward the ICU door where Ananya lies still, tubes attached,
her eyes closed, peaceful but distant. He stops at the glass, placing one hand over his heart as he
looks at her. His expression unreadable. Silent. Focused.
Scene: 06:45 AM. UCLA Hospital – Private ICU Room. Dim natural light spills in through the
blinds. Machines beep softly. Ananya’s fingers twitch. Her eyelashes flutter. A nurse gasps
slightly and calls Dr. Sushma. Moments later, Arjun storms into the room, breathless. He sees
Ananya slowly open her eyes. Her face is pale, bruised but calm. She looks around dazed. Then
her eyes fall on Arjun.
Arjun (walking to her, voice low, shaken):
“Babe… you’re awake. You’re really awake. I thought I was going to lose you. Do you even know
what you’ve done to me? I’ve not slept. I’ve not eaten. I’ve been standing here like a ghost waiting
for your eyes to open.”
Ananya (weakly):
“Baby… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. But I had to drive. I had to get away. I needed time to
think.”
Scene: Dr. Sushma enters, visibly tense. She stands beside the bed, arms crossed, looking at
Arjun sternly.
Dr. Sushma:
“Mr. Arjun Kapoor. I need to ask you something, and I need the truth. Are you somehow involved in
what triggered Ananya’s breakdown? Did you hide something that made her collapse like this?”
Ananya (confused, softly):
“Maasi, what are you talking about? What truth? What secrets? He didn’t do anything.”
Scene: Dr. Sushma narrows her eyes, still suspicious. Ananya slowly sits up, supported by
pillows. Her voice grows firmer.
Ananya:
“I didn’t crash because of work stress or Arjun or anything you’re assuming. I crashed… because I
saw a video. A video that broke me. That destroyed a part of me that I didn’t even know was fragile.”
Dr. Sushma (slowly):
“What video, Ananya? What did you see?”
Ananya:
“My brother Adit. He was getting married. Again. To Soumya. Despite already having two children—
Pallavi and Samarth—who are not even toddlers but practically grown up. He was laughing. She was
smiling. There were garlands. They were celebrating like it was a fresh start.”
Scene: She pulls her phone from the side table, opens a hidden folder, and plays the video
silently. Arjun and Dr. Sushma watch. The sound is off but the images are clear. Dr. Sushma's
face turns white. Her lips tighten.
Dr. Sushma (furious, whispering):
“That fool. That selfish, irresponsible boy. He’s done it. I warned him years ago about this. But to
marry Soumya openly, like this, and record it? Does he not think of his mother? Of what this would
do to her?”
Scene: She turns to Ananya, gripping her hand tightly. Her voice is urgent.
Dr. Sushma:
“Promise me. Right here. Right now. That you will not—under any circumstance—tell your mother.
She cannot take this kind of heartbreak. Not from the boy she raised like her own. You understand
what I’m saying?”
Ananya (quietly, with pain):
“I understand. I won’t tell her. I won’t say a word. But Maasi… how could he do this? How could he
hide two children and then pretend none of it existed?”
Dr. Sushma:
“Because men like him don’t think beyond their ego. But you are not him. And your mother deserves
peace, not destruction. Keep it buried for her sake.”
Scene: Arjun sits beside Ananya, holding her hand. He looks at her seriously.
Arjun:
“Whatever you decide to do, babe, I’m with you. But this secret—it’s dangerous. You can’t carry it
alone. From now on, I’ll carry it with you.”
Scene: Ananya leans her head on Arjun’s shoulder, her eyes tired but determined. The truth is
out—but only among them. And now, it must stay sealed.
Scene: 10:00 AM – Malhotra Mansion, India. The living room is decorated with rakhi
decorations. Everyone is gathered: Ananya’s parents, Adit, Dr. Sushma, and Arjun. Ananya has
just returned from the USA, trying to compose herself. Arjun walks beside her silently. Adit,
smiling, walks forward holding a rakhi tray.
Adit (warmly):
“Choti… I know you’ve been through a lot. But today is Raksha Bandhan. You’ve never missed tying
me a rakhi, even when we fought. Today won’t be any different, right?”
Scene: Ananya freezes. Her eyes lock with Adit’s. Her hands tremble. She stares at the rakhi in
his hand—then at his face. Her jaw clenches. The room goes silent. Arjun notices her change in
breath and tightens his grip on her wrist. She snatches the rakhi, then throws it on the floor.
Ananya (cold, loud):
“No. Not this time. Don’t you dare pretend to be my brother today. You lost that right the moment
you decided to erase your children from your life and get married again like nothing ever happened.”
Scene: Gasps fill the room. Her mother covers her mouth. Her father steps forward in shock.
Dr. Sushma glares at Ananya, furious. Adit’s smile vanishes. Arjun stands still, watching
everything unfold, ready to intervene.
Adit (firmly):
“What the hell are you saying, Ananya? This is not the time or place—”
Ananya (interrupting, furious):
“Don’t you dare talk about time or place! I saw the video, Adit! You getting married to Soumya.
Laughing like everything’s perfect. What about Pallavi? What about Samarth? You left them in the
past, is it? Like discarded files? What kind of a man are you?”
Scene: Her mother stumbles back onto the sofa, shocked. Her father tries to hold her. Dr.
Sushma steps forward to interrupt but Ananya holds her hand up.
Ananya (to Dr. Sushma):
“You told me to bury this. You thought I could pretend everything was fine? That I could tie a rakhi to
a man who’s a disgrace to the word brother?”
Adit (raising voice):
“I did what I had to for my happiness! Don’t act like you’re a saint. Everyone’s got secrets!”
Ananya (shouting back):
“My only mistake was protecting a family that doesn’t even deserve me! I’m done, Adit. From today,
I am not your sister. From today, you are nothing to me.”
Scene: She walks away from the center. Arjun follows. Her mother cries silently. Her father just
stares, broken. Adit stands frozen, jaw clenched. Dr. Sushma lowers her head, ashamed but
silent. Ananya opens the main door. Before walking out, she turns once more.
Ananya (soft but final):
“I’m not doing this out of anger. I’m doing this because truth deserves a voice. And that voice is
mine. Goodbye.”
Scene: She walks out. Arjun puts his arm around her as they get into the car. The door closes.
The engine starts. Silence fills the Malhotra house. Rakhi lies on the marble floor, untouched.
Scene: 09:00 PM – Malhotra Mansion Garden Area. Dim fairy lights hang on trees. The mood
is tense. Everyone is still reeling from the earlier confrontation. A black car pulls into the
driveway. Out steps Soumya – draped in a designer saree, confidence in every step. She walks
straight through the hallway and out into the garden, where Ananya, Arjun, Adit, Dr. Sushma,
and the rest of the family sit in stunned silence.
Soumya (smirking, slow clap):
“Well done, Ananya. Bravo. You’ve got your voice back. But I think it’s time someone else spoke
their truth now. Mine. You all think Adit married me just like that? That he simply moved on from
Mangal out of boredom? Please. Give me some credit.”
Scene: Everyone stares at her. Ananya narrows her eyes. Arjun steps beside her, tense. Soumya
walks into the center of the gathering like she owns the moment.
Soumya:
“You want a confession? Here it is. I planned everything. From the moment I saw Adit in college. I
knew he was naive… soft-hearted… stupid. And I knew exactly how to twist that. I told him Mangal
was beneath him. Illiterate, rural, an embarrassment in society circles. I made him believe he
deserved someone better. Someone like me.”
Scene: Ananya clenches her fists. Adit looks shaken. Dr. Sushma stiffens.
Soumya:
“I used his insecurities, his ego, his desire for status. I manipulated him like a puppet. I made sure
Mangal felt unwanted. Isolated. I poisoned every small interaction they had until she herself begged
him to leave. And when she did… well, I stepped in like the heroine I’d built myself up to be. Simple,
really.”
Ananya (furious, voice rising):
“You heartless woman. You destroyed a home. You broke two children. You think this is a game? You
made a fool out of a family just to wear silk and sit in AC rooms and be called ‘queen’?”
Soumya (coldly):
“Yes. Because unlike you, I’m not delusional. This world is cruel, and you either learn to rule it or be
ruined by it. I chose to rule.”
Scene: Silence. Everyone’s stunned. Adit looks down in shame. Soumya’s lips curl into a cruel
smile. She walks close to Ananya.
Soumya:
“So what now, Dr. Ananya Malhotra? You’ve got your big drama moment. But Adit is mine now. And
this family? They're too broken to fight anymore. You’ve lost. Quietly bow out like your darling
Mangal.”
Scene: Ananya steps forward. Her eyes blaze. She raises her chin, facing Soumya squarely.
Ananya (cold, powerful):
“No, Soumya. I don’t bow. I don’t run. And I certainly don’t lose to snakes who slither their way into
thrones. You want war? You have it. From this moment, I will expose you, piece by piece.
Emotionally. Socially. Legally. You manipulated Adit—fine. He was weak. But I’m not. And mark
my words—this ‘queen’ phase of yours ends with your crown at my feet.”
Soumya (mocking laugh):
“We’ll see, princess. Let’s see how far your righteousness gets you.”
Ananya (smiling slightly):
“It’s not righteousness, darling. It’s justice. And unlike you, I don’t need to play dirty to win.”
Scene: Soumya walks away, tossing her pallu behind. Arjun walks up beside Ananya, proud.
She doesn’t flinch. Her fight has begun.
Scene: 08:00 PM – Outside Malhotra Mansion. The street is quiet, moonlight casting a soft
glow. Arjun’s black car pulls up. He steps out wearing a navy blue kurta, looking sharp and
composed. As he reaches the gate, he sees Ananya standing there in a peach saree, waiting. The
moment their eyes meet, everything else fades. Without a word, Arjun walks up, cups her face,
and kisses her gently but deeply right there on the road—full of emotion, warmth, and silent
reassurance. Ananya melts into it, her fingers clinging to his kurta.
Arjun:
“You don’t stop surprising me, babe. One moment you’re challenging the world… the next, you’re
standing here like this, calm, radiant. I missed you the whole drive.”
Ananya:
“And I missed having five minutes of peace without fire to put out. But it’s not over yet. Come in.
I’ve set something up.”

Scene: 09:00 PM – Malhotra Mansion Living Room. The entire family is gathered. Adit and
Soumya arrive dressed in traditional attire, hesitant and unsure. Ananya welcomes them with
folded hands and a calm smile. Her parents look confused. Arjun stands behind her silently,
observing.
Ananya (to everyone):
“Tonight is Adit and Soumya’s pehli raat. Their official first night as husband and wife. And no, I
haven’t lost my mind. I arranged it. I want to make things smooth—for the sake of the family.”
Scene: Everyone looks shocked. Her mother whispers to her father. Dr. Sushma tightens her
grip on her dupatta. Adit looks embarrassed. Soumya’s confident smile falters slightly.
Ananya (turning to her parents):
“I know it sounds sudden, maybe even strange. But there’s a plan. This isn’t blind acceptance—it’s
strategic peace. For now, I want to observe who adapts, who manipulates, and who truly tries to
change.”
Scene: She walks toward Soumya, hands her a decorated tray of gifts, and her smile sharpens
subtly.
Ananya (to Soumya):
“This house has seen enough broken promises. If you want to be here, Soumya, make sure you build,
not break. A crown can shine bright—but it’s useless if worn with lies.”
Scene: Soumya’s smile tightens. She nods but says nothing. Ananya then walks to Adit and
hands him a single white envelope.
Ananya (to Adit):
“Inside this is the last letter Mangal wrote before she left. You never read it. Maybe now’s the time.
No matter what you decide next, just remember—you’re still a father before you’re a husband. Don’t
ever forget that again.”
Scene: Silence falls. The weight of Ananya’s words sinks in. She turns and walks back to Arjun,
who watches her with admiration. Her family, still processing, says nothing. Adit lowers his
eyes. Soumya clutches the tray tighter.
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Scene: 10:00 PM – Malhotra Mansion, Guest Lounge. The room is filled with tension and
curiosity. Arjun enters with his parents—Ahalya and Raghav Kapoor—along with his siblings,
Ella, Aman, and Dr. Sushma accompanied by her husband. Ananya’s parents, Rajesh and
Meera Malhotra, are already seated. Everyone notices that Adit and Soumya are missing.
Ananya stands calmly in the center, dressed elegantly in a deep maroon outfit. Arjun stands by
her side, quiet but alert.
Ahalya Kapoor:
“Ananya beta, where are Adit and Soumya? We heard something about a celebration, but you sent
them away just now.”
Meera Malhotra:
“Yes, you brought them in with full grace, but then... what is happening? Everyone’s confused.”
Ananya:
“I know, I know. Everyone is waiting for answers. So here they are. I sent Adit and Soumya to the
guest suite. But let me be very clear… this is not a gift of approval—it’s an experiment.”
Scene: Everyone leans forward, intrigued. Adit and Soumya are offscreen, unaware of what’s
been planted. Ananya holds up a small pouch of powder and smiles knowingly.
Ananya:
“Plan A was simple: observe. But I’ve seen enough. So now… we’re in Plan B. The bedsheets in their
room are laced with a harmless but extremely irritating natural powder. Within minutes, Soumya will
begin to feel an uncontrollable itching and tickling sensation. The effect lasts exactly two hours
unless washed. Let’s see how ‘queenly’ she behaves when things aren’t perfect.”
Rajesh Malhotra:
“Ananya… you did this?”
Ananya (smirking):
“Yes, Papa. And if Soumya handles that with dignity, we let her be. But if she shows her true face,
then we trigger Plan C.”
Aman Kapoor:
“I’ve got to say, bhabhi… this is ruthless. But impressive.”
Ella Kapoor:
“Seriously, I’m learning more from you than any law class ever taught me.”
Dr. Sushma (smiling):
“She didn’t just inherit brains. She uses them better than most surgeons handle a scalpel.”
Raghav Kapoor (to Ahalya):
“She’s truly a Kapoor daughter-in-law. You chose well, Arjun.”
Ahalya Kapoor:
“And she’s still a Malhotra daughter. Meera, Rajesh, you should be proud. She’s fierce and focused.”
Meera Malhotra (teary-eyed):
“I am. She doesn’t just protect us. She plans ten steps ahead.”
Rajesh Malhotra:
“Just like her grandfather.”
Scene: Arjun looks at Ananya and leans closer, whispering only for her.
Arjun:
“Babe, remind me never to get on your bad side. You’re the calm before every storm… and the storm
itself.”
Ananya (softly):
“Baby, the storm only hits when someone forgets how much I love this family. I’ll protect them, no
matter what it takes.”
Scene: 11:00 PM – Guest Suite, Malhotra Mansion. Adit and Soumya sit on the bed. Suddenly,
Soumya starts itching and fidgeting, irritated by the tickling powder. In frustration, she gets up,
yelling in annoyance. That’s when Ananya’s carefully staged plan begins. Servants outside the
room act like they overheard Soumya badmouthing Ananya’s parents. Within minutes,
whispers spread. Arjun, Ahalya, Raghav, Meera, Rajesh, and the rest gather outside the door.
Adit, hearing the commotion, rushes out.
Adit:
“What nonsense is this?! Soumya, what did you say about Ananya’s parents? They’ve done nothing
but welcome you with dignity. If this is how you show gratitude, then I want nothing to do with this
marriage!”
Soumya (calmly, holding her phone):
“Really, Adit? You’re going to take their side without hearing mine? Look—this is a clip Ananya
herself sent to the staff. This whole scene… this drama… was staged. She set me up.”
Scene: Everyone goes silent. Soumya plays the video showing Ananya instructing staff to
whisper about Soumya’s comments. Adit stares at the screen, betrayed. He turns to Ananya,
stunned.
Adit:
“I thought we had moved on. But this… you manipulated everything just to humiliate us. I’m done.
We’re leaving this house tonight.”
Ananya (stepping forward calmly):
“You can leave, Adit. But not before hearing one thing. You left Mangal and your two kids for a
woman you knew barely for months. And now, you’re defending her even as she poisons your new
home. Do you even know who you’ve become? You’re a man chasing fantasy while abandoning
truth.”
Scene: Everyone is quiet. Adit clenches his fists but says nothing. Just as he turns, a slow
rhythmic knock is heard. The door opens. An old woman with silver hair in a deep green saree
walks in with a stick. It’s Jogavva—the family’s revered elder and spiritual guide. Everyone
stands. She walks slowly, looking each of them in the eyes, and then smiles mysteriously.
Jogavva:
“Four winds blew tonight… one from the past, one from pride, one from love, and one from regret.
And all four tangled into one storm. Shall I help you untangle?”
Scene: Everyone nods respectfully. Jogavva moves near Adit first.
Jogavva (to Adit):
“When a tree leaves its roots to chase the sun, it dries. You had shade, fruits, and strength. But you
sought a flower that blooms only at night. Choose wisely, beta… some beauty fades by dawn.”
She moves to Soumya but doesn't speak, simply stares. Then she walks toward Ananya.
Jogavva (to Ananya):
“The hawk sees everything, but even it must land to rest. Don't exhaust your spirit in proving truth.
Let lies fall by their own weight.”
Then to Arjun.
Jogavva (to Arjun):
“Power is not in how hard you hit, but how calm you stay when tested. You are her shield—but not
her storm. Don’t become what she’s fighting.”
Finally, to Rajesh and Meera.
Jogavva (to Ananya’s parents):
“Your daughter became iron while you prayed she’d be gold. Forgive the forge. Without fire, no
sword ever shined.”
Scene: She taps her stick on the floor once. Silence. Adit looks shaken. Soumya says nothing.
Ananya lowers her eyes slightly. Arjun clasps her hand. Everyone feels the shift in energy.
Scene: 9:30 AM – Malhotra Mansion Main Hall. The atmosphere is heavy with the lingering
tension of the previous night’s events. Suddenly, the front doors open. A graceful woman in her
late 60s walks in, wearing a pastel pink silk saree and sunglasses. It’s Dimple Malhotra –
Ananya’s grandmother, once a legendary 90s actress and singer. The moment Ananya sees her,
she runs forward.
Scene Details:
Ananya rushes down the stairs, eyes wide and glistening with emotion. Dimple drops her
handbag, spreads her arms, and they embrace tightly in the center of the grand living room.
Everyone watches with warmth and admiration as Dimple strokes Ananya’s hair, her voice
breaking with emotion.
Dimple Malhotra:
“Ananya… my little star… just look at you. You've become more than I ever dreamed. Strong,
fearless, elegant… you’ve lived the kind of womanhood I only sang about. My heart's full today
seeing you shine like this. I was told you’ve faced storms, but I see no bruises—only strength in your
eyes. Oh my baby, I missed so much!”
Ananya:
“Dadi… you have no idea how much I needed this hug. You came at the perfect time. Everything has
been a battle lately. Your arms… they feel like home. I’ve missed you too much.”
Scene Details:
Dimple wipes her tears, still holding Ananya. Her gaze shifts over her shoulder, noticing Arjun
standing quietly beside a pillar, watching them respectfully. Dimple arches an eyebrow with her
signature film-star charm and walks up to him.
Dimple Malhotra:
“And who is this tall, silent one? Seems too sharp to be just a friend. Hmm?”
Ananya (smiling softly, taking Arjun’s hand):
“Dadi, meet Arjun Kapoor. My partner. My strength. He’s… everything. He’s also the president now.
But to me, he’s just my baby.”
Arjun (smiling respectfully):
“Namaste, Dadi. I’ve heard about you from her… your music, your films, your fire. Now I see where
she gets it from.”
Dimple Malhotra (placing a hand on Arjun’s shoulder):
“Well, if you have the courage to love my girl and match her fire, you’ve earned my respect. And let
me tell you something else, Mr. President. You both are standing in front of me like a scene from one
of my love songs. When is the wedding? Don’t say soon… give me a date!”
Scene Details:
Everyone in the room chuckles. Ananya blushes, Arjun laughs softly, and the whole family
relaxes for the first time in days. Dimple holds their hands and looks upward, her eyes misty
with joy.
Scene: 06:30 PM – Zee Cine Awards Red Carpet, Mumbai. The lights flash rapidly, fans scream
from both sides of the carpet, and the media swarms the arrival zone as luxurious black cars
pull up one by one. Suddenly, one of the loudest cheers erupts when a sleek car door opens.
Ananya Malhotra steps out first, dressed in a breathtaking silver shimmer gown with a thigh
slit and diamond earrings sparkling under the spotlights. Arjun Kapoor exits next, wearing a
tailored black tuxedo with a velvet lapel. Dadi Dimple Malhotra, in a regal purple saree, follows
gracefully behind them.
Scene Details:
Cameras flash in a frenzy. Arjun walks up beside Ananya, gently wraps his hand around her
waist, pulling her closer as they pose for photographs. Dadi waves to fans and joins in a few
photos. The trio becomes the center of attraction instantly. They are ushered to the
compatibility test booth hosted by Zee Cine Awards backstage.
Host:
“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome one of the hottest power couples in town – Ananya Malhotra
and Arjun Kapoor – with the living legend Dimple Malhotra accompanying them tonight. We're about
to do a quick Compatibility Test! You two ready?”
Arjun (smiling, holding Ananya closer):
“We’re always ready. Fire away.”
Ananya (smiling back):
“Let’s see how much he really knows about me. But I warn you, he better get all of them right.”
Host:
“First question! Ananya’s comfort food after a long surgery day?”
Arjun (without a second of delay):
“Masala chai with buttered parathas. And yes, she adds chili flakes even in butter.”
Ananya (laughs and nods):
“Correct! He pays attention even when I think he doesn’t.”
Host:
“Nice! Next – Arjun’s biggest stress relief?”
Ananya (looks at him with a smirk):
“Driving at night with soft Punjabi music, no phones, and… me beside him, silent or asleep.”
Arjun (grinning):
“Perfect score. And yes, that’s exactly when I feel like the world makes sense.”
Scene Details:
The audience watching them from monitors claps. Dadi watches from a distance, smiling
proudly as the host continues with more questions. Arjun never removes his arm from Ananya’s
waist, occasionally whispering something in her ear that makes her blush subtly. The chemistry
is undeniable.
Host (final question):
“One word you both would use to describe each other?”
Ananya (looking at Arjun deeply):
“My home.”
Arjun (tightening his arm around her waist):
“My heartbeat.”
Scene Details:
The crowd watching live reacts with cheers. Paparazzi click away relentlessly. Dadi walks up
behind them and wraps her arms around them both, whispering “Perfect Jodi” into their ears
as they laugh together. The three then walk further down the red carpet, waving and glowing
under the spotlights.
Scene: 09:30 PM – Zee Cine Awards Ceremony Main Stage, Mumbai. The dazzling set is
illuminated with golden lights as the audience of stars, filmmakers, and fans cheer loudly. A
montage of Best Actress nominations begins playing on the massive LED screen. The camera
pans to the nominees: powerful, gripping performances from top actresses. The screen now
shows the fifth and final nominee – Ananya Malhotra in Gully Boy – as her iconic scene plays.
The crowd roars in applause.
Scene Details:
Director Sanjay Leela Bhansali, dressed in a classic black sherwani with silver detailing, walks
onto the stage, escorted by two anchors. The room stands in hushed excitement as he takes the
mic with a warm, appreciative smile.
Sanjay Leela Bhansali:
“Tonight, I have the honor of presenting the award for Best Actress in a Leading Role. But before I
read out that winner's name, allow me a moment – no, several moments – to talk about someone
whose work has become the very definition of grace, depth, and fire. A young woman who first
walked into my office with the confidence of a seasoned actress, and a vulnerability that only true
artists carry. I’ve had the privilege of directing her not once, not twice, but four magnificent times.
Each time, she has brought magic to the screen.”
Scene Details:
Ananya is seated in the front row, wearing a floor-length maroon velvet gown with intricate
gold embroidery. Arjun, beside her in a matching suit, gently takes her hand. Dadi sits to her
other side, eyes glistening. Cameras capture her anticipation.
Sanjay Leela Bhansali (continues):
“She has made characters breathe, cry, fight, and soar. She danced in ‘Raagini’, roared in ‘Zehar’,
whispered heartbreak in ‘Aashna’, and tonight, she conquered the streets of Gully Boy. I watched her
transform into a storm on set – fierce, unrelenting, poetic. Ladies and gentlemen… the Best Actress in
a Leading Role goes to…”
(He pauses dramatically. Cheers begin to erupt. He raises the envelope with a smirk.)
Sanjay Leela Bhansali:
“…A name I will never get tired of calling on stage – Ananya Malhotra, for Gully Boy!”
Scene Details:
The auditorium explodes in applause and standing ovation. Arjun kisses her hand, Dadi wipes a
tear, and Ananya walks up, her smile luminous and controlled. As she ascends the stairs, SLB
welcomes her with a warm hug and hands her the golden trophy. Flashbulbs explode. The host
signals her toward the mic.
Ananya Malhotra (holding award, takes deep breath):
“To win for Gully Boy… a film that tore me open and rebuilt me as an actor… is surreal. Sanjay sir,
thank you. For believing in me over and over again, for pushing me until I was raw and real, for never
settling for anything less than truth. This role changed me. Every moment on that set was fire and
freedom. I dedicate this to every girl who’s been silenced, underestimated, or mocked — let them see
what happens when you refuse to sit quietly. Thank you to the audience, my team, my family, and to
Arjun… for being the silence that centers my chaos.”
Host (excitedly returns to stage):
“Ananya, that was beautiful. And before you go, we’ve got to ask – can you give us that iconic line
from Gully Boy just once tonight?”
Ananya (smirking, takes a beat):
“Mere boyfriend se gulu gulu karegi toh dhoptungi na usko!”
Scene Details:
The audience erupts with whistles, laughter, and thunderous applause. Arjun claps the loudest
from the front row. Ananya gives one last smile and walks off stage with her award. Backstage,
SLB walks beside her and whispers something, and her eyes widen in excitement. She smiles to
herself, dreaming of their next film collaboration.
Scene: Zee Cine Awards – Main Stage, 10:45 PM. The lights dim slightly as the host Maneish
Paul walks down the illuminated stairs toward the center stage with his trademark charisma.
The crowd cheers wildly. Ananya is seated in the front row beside Arjun and Dadi. Arjun has
his arm around her chair. Maneish has a mischievous smile on his face as he grabs the mic and
looks directly at Ananya.
Scene Details:
Ananya is glowing in her award-winning moment, holding her trophy with pride. The spotlight
follows Maneish as he walks straight to her.
Maneish Paul:
“Okay okay, now that our Lady Gully Boy has taken home the gold, I think it's time to put her on the
hottest seat in Bollywood – not the director’s chair, not a producer's cabin… but the Hot Seat of
Truth! Ananya Malhotra, welcome to the Rapid Fire Dare Game! I will ask you questions – fun, bold,
crazy ones – and if you fail to answer… a dare will be waiting for you! Are you ready?”
Ananya Malhotra (smiling politely, adjusting her gown):
“Maneish, you know I just won an award, right? Can I at least sip some water before you set me on
fire? But okay, go ahead. Let’s do this. I’m a good sport. I’m ready for anything – as long as it
doesn’t involve jumping off the stage!”
Maneish Paul (grinning):
“Great! First question! Who, according to you, is dressed… absolutely horribly tonight? Come on, no
safe answers now. Name one badly dressed celebrity tonight.”
Ananya Malhotra (sits up straight, smiles with grace):
“Maneish, I really believe in supporting my fraternity. We’re a family here. Everyone expresses
themselves differently through fashion and style. Just because something doesn’t align with my
personal taste doesn’t mean it’s bad. I’m someone who believes in empowering other women – and
men – not pulling them down. So no, I’m not going to say anyone looks bad. We all look fabulous in
our own ways.”
Maneish Paul (raising eyebrows dramatically):
“Whoa! Okay, Miss Diplomacy! Since you didn’t answer that… here comes your dare! You need to
walk up on stage and kiss the bald head of our very own... veteran actor Mr. Sharma, sitting right
there in Row 2!”
Ananya Malhotra (laughs nervously, covering her mouth):
“Maneish, I love your humor but I’m also a doctor, remember? I care about hygiene and personal
boundaries. Kissing someone’s head, especially without knowing them personally and without their
consent, is not something I’m comfortable with. I’m here to have fun, but not at someone else’s
expense. And honestly, I think we can find better dares than that! Let’s be a little more thoughtful,
please!”
Arjun Kapoor (chiming in, serious expression):
“I second that. Let’s not make this about crossing limits for the sake of laughs. I respect that she
stood her ground. Let’s keep the fun light, not uncomfortable.”
Maneish Paul (playfully pretending to be offended):
“Arrey waah! Full-on couple support happening here! Fine, fine… let’s move on to the next question.
Tell me one senior actor in the industry you would rather not work with. Come on, spill the beans. Be
honest.”
Ananya Malhotra (calmly, nodding):
“I’ll name someone, but let me be clear – it’s not out of disrespect. The one actor I find a little
difficult to match in energy and rhythm is Bobby Deol. He has such a unique way of delivering
performances, and honestly, it challenges me as an actor. Every time I’ve had to perform beside him,
I’ve realized how much I have to learn. It’s not that I don’t want to work with him – it's just that he
makes me push myself out of my comfort zone, and that’s both terrifying and exciting.”
Maneish Paul (claps dramatically):
“Waah, waah! Diplomatic, smart, but honest! Well done. Since you answered that one, your reward
dare is something you’ll love – kiss the man sitting next to you – yes, Mr. Arjun Kapoor himself – in
front of the entire Bollywood!”
Scene Details:
The spotlight zooms in. Ananya blushes but leans over. Arjun smirks, leans closer. In front of
thousands, Ananya gently places a long, tender kiss on Arjun’s cheek. The crowd whistles and
applauds loudly.
Ananya Malhotra (laughing):
“Now that’s a dare I’ll happily complete. And don’t ask for a replay, Maneish!”
Maneish Paul (teasingly):
“You two should get an award just for chemistry! Alright folks, give it up once again for the stunning,
fierce, bold, and absolutely unstoppable – Ananya Malhotra!”
Scene Details:
The audience rises in a standing ovation as the music plays and Maneish walks back up the
stage. Ananya leans into Arjun, and they share a proud, quiet glance. The celebration continues.
Scene: Zee Cine Awards – Main Stage, 11:10 PM. The lights dim again, drums roll
dramatically, and the host steps onto the stage with full energy, holding the mic with flair. The
massive screen behind him flashes "BEST ACTOR IN A LEADING ROLE – MALE".
Scene Details:
Ananya is seated beside Arjun, both dressed in black and gold. Arjun leans back casually,
sipping water. Ananya whispers something and both chuckle. The crowd is buzzing in
anticipation. The host moves forward to the center stage.
Host (Maneish Paul):
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is the moment we’ve all been waiting for tonight. It’s time to celebrate
brilliance, depth, and raw emotion… It’s time to honor the Best Actor in a Leading Role – Male! A
category that defines the heart of cinema. A performance that stayed with us even after the curtains
closed.”
Scene Details:
Lights pan across the audience. Cameras capture the expressions of the top male actors seated.
The crowd claps louder. The host pauses, smiling as the spotlight returns to him.
Host (smiling widely):
“But before I announce the name, I need a little help. I need someone who’s got the charm, the swag,
and definitely knows how to grab attention. Please welcome… the Best Actress of the night… the one
who doesn’t just walk the red carpet but owns it – Ananya Malhotra!”
Scene Details:
Ananya rises gracefully from her seat as the crowd erupts in applause. She walks up the stage
confidently, blowing kisses and waving at fans. The spotlight follows her golden gown as it flows
behind her. Arjun watches, mesmerized, his eyes following her every step.
Ananya Malhotra (grinning as she takes the mic from Maneish):
“Oh come on, Maneish. That was a decent introduction, but thoda aur ho jaaye? Brag a bit more!
Like… ‘jo stage pe aaye toh spotlight bhi sharma jaaye, jinki performance ho toh critics bhi claps
karein, jinka naam lo toh doston ke chehre pe smile aur dushmano ke chehre pe silence aa jaaye’ –
that’s the kind of introduction I deserve na?”
Host (laughing):
“Bas karo, bas karo, meri bhi izzat hai! You’ve already won Best Actress and now you’re snatching
the mic too!”
Ananya Malhotra (winking):
“Host ka mic chheenna bhi ek art hai. Okay, jokes apart. Today’s Best Actor gave a performance that
wasn’t just a role – it was an emotion. I’m not going to name the film or the actor directly because
honestly, his talent needs no introduction. When he’s on screen, it’s not just acting – it’s a
masterclass.”
Scene Details:
The screen shows glimpses of nominated performances. The camera catches Arjun smiling
shyly. Vicky Kaushal, Ranbir Kapoor, Ayushmann Khurrana, and others are also shown. Music
builds up.
Ananya Malhotra (voice proud and soft):
“My all-time favorite. A man whose eyes speak before his dialogue does. A man whose silence is
louder than applause. And a man who, tonight, becomes everyone’s favorite… Arjun Kapoor for
Sanju.”
Scene Details:
The entire auditorium erupts in applause. Arjun stands up, slightly stunned, adjusting his
blazer. Ananya claps loudly, her eyes shining with pride. He walks up to the stage, hugs Ananya
and Maneish. He holds the trophy and takes a breath before speaking.
Arjun Kapoor:
“Thank you… truly, thank you. This role was one of the most challenging and emotionally draining
I’ve done. Sanju is not just a film – it’s a journey through mistakes, redemption, and humanity. I want
to thank Rajkumar Hirani sir for believing in me. I want to thank my phenomenal co-actor, Vicky
Kaushal, for pushing me every single day on set.”
Scene Details:
Camera shows Vicky applauding and mouthing “You killed it, bro.”
Arjun Kapoor (looking at Ananya):
“And Ananya… you’re not just my partner on red carpets or in parties… you’re the voice in my head
that reminds me who I am and what I’m capable of. Thank you for always believing in me – even
when I doubted myself. This award, it belongs as much to you as it does to me.”
Scene Details:
Ananya smiles, mouthing “Always”. The crowd gives a standing ovation. The spotlight holds
steady on Arjun and Ananya as the music swells.
Scene: Zee Cine Awards – Main Stage, 11:30 PM.
The stage is bathed in soft pink and golden lights, evoking a romantic ambiance. The audience buzzes
with anticipation. Maneish Paul, the charismatic host, strides to the center, microphone in hand, a
mischievous glint in his eyes.
Maneish Paul:
"Ladies and gentlemen, tonight has been a rollercoaster of emotions—glamour, accolades, and
unforgettable performances. But what's an awards night without a touch of romance?
We have among us a couple whose chemistry has set screens ablaze and hearts aflutter. Their love
story is the stuff of dreams, and their on-screen magic is unparalleled.
So, Ananya Malhotra and Arjun Kapoor, would you grace us with a performance that encapsulates the
essence of love? A dance to the soulful 'Ishq Wala Love'—a song that speaks of pure, unadulterated
affection.International Business Times+6The Quint+6Firstpost+6
Come, let's relive the magic."
Scene: The Performance
Ananya and Arjun take the stage, hand in hand. The music swells as they begin their dance—a
graceful waltz filled with tender glances and synchronized movements. Arjun twirls Ananya, her
gown flowing like a cascade of stars. He gently lifts her, symbolizing the highs of love. Their
performance is a visual poem, narrating a tale of romance that leaves the audience spellbound.
Scene: Post-Performance
As the music fades, the audience erupts into applause. Maneish returns to the stage, clapping
enthusiastically.
Maneish Paul:
"What a mesmerizing performance! Ananya, Arjun—you've not just danced; you've told a story, one
that resonates with every heartbeat in this room.Bollywood Hungama+7ABP Live+7Firstpost+7
Tonight, you've reminded us all of the beauty of love, the power of connection, and the magic that
happens when two souls move as one. Thank you for sharing this moment with us."
The audience rises in a standing ovation, the atmosphere charged with emotion and admiration.
End Scene
Scene: White House, USA – Private Lounge, 8:00 PM.
The warm glow of ambient lighting fills the modern, luxurious living room. Ananya and Arjun
enter, returning from a gala event. Ananya takes off her heels, sighing in relief, while Arjun
pours two glasses of wine. The glass doors to the balcony are open, letting in the cool breeze as
soft jazz plays in the background.
Ananya:
Babe, you know what I missed the most about being back here? This quiet, this calm... just us, no
noise, no flashes, no rehearsed smiles. Just you and me, exactly like this. I’ve been thinking about this
moment since we boarded the flight. My heart always feels at home when I’m with you, Arjun. It’s
like everything slows down and I can just breathe.
Arjun:
Baby, that’s exactly what I wanted for us. No chaos, no interruptions. Just this... our space, our peace.
I missed watching you unwind like this, seeing you without the weight of the world on your
shoulders. I don’t care where we are—Mumbai, New York, or right here in this White House—as
long as you’re with me, I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. Tonight, I just want to hold you, listen
to you laugh, and remind you that you’re the best part of every place we ever go.
Ananya:
You always say the perfect things and make my heart race. But more than that, you make me feel
safe, Arjun. You’ve given me a kind of love I didn’t know I needed. Let’s promise something
tonight—no matter how big our lives get, how busy, how loud—we make time for this... this kind of
night, this kind of love. Just us, two glasses of wine, soft music, and your arms around me.
Arjun:
It’s a promise, babe. A lifetime of these nights, this love, and more memories in every corner of this
house. And if I ever forget to say it out loud—know this—I love you more than anything I’ve ever
known.
Scene fades out as Arjun pulls Ananya close, they sit together on the plush couch, sipping wine
and laughing under the golden lights of their home.
Scene: Hospital Emergency – 10:30 AM
The sound of sirens pierces through the air as Ananya is rushed through the hospital entrance
on a stretcher. Her head is bleeding, her right hand visibly broken, and her legs bruised. Nurses
rush beside her as her childhood best friends, now doctors—Dr. Meher and Dr. Priya—walk
swiftly, issuing instructions. Inside the ER, controlled panic ensues.
Dr. Meher:
We need a neuro consult immediately! Her head trauma looks serious and we can't risk internal
bleeding. Get her vitals stabilized, and prep the OR. Priya, she’s our best friend—we cannot lose her
like this. How did this even happen? A Rolls Royce hit her, and the driver just sped away?
Unbelievable. I swear, if it was someone influential trying to cover this up, I will go to the ends of the
earth for justice. But right now, her body is in shock. Check her oxygen, set up IV fluids, and page
ortho for the hand fracture. Let’s move fast—she’s strong, she’s fought worse, and we’ll get her back.

Scene: Presidential Suite – Private Mansion – 10:45 AM

Arjun sits reclined in his private suite, shirt slightly unbuttoned, eyes closed, while two male
servants gently massage his temples and shoulders. The room is silent except for soft
instrumental music. His phone, placed on silent mode, vibrates repeatedly on the side table. The
receptionist from Ananya’s hospital is calling again and again. He doesn’t notice.
Arjun (to his servants):
Today’s been madness. Three back-to-back board meetings, four international calls, and I still have to
finalize those investment portfolios. My head’s about to explode. Just press a little harder on the
left—yes, right there. God, finally a moment of peace. You know, I haven’t even spoken to Ananya
since morning. But she understands. She always does. I’ll call her once this migraine settles down.
She told me she had a light day at the hospital. She’s probably in surgery or with her interns...
Hopefully relaxing too. I’ll surprise her with a dinner plan tonight—some peace, just us, maybe even
on the terrace. Yeah, she’ll love that.

Scene: Arjun’s Private Lounge – 11:10 AM

Arjun is now sitting on a deep leather couch, his head tilted back, eyes closed, breathing deeply.
The 20 personal assistants enter one by one with tablets, files, and folders. They line up silently,
awaiting his nod. One of the assistants begins to speak, listing the day’s schedule.
PA #1:
Sir, good morning. Here’s your updated to-do list. At 12:30 PM, there’s a call with the German
investors. At 2:00 PM, an interview with Business Today. At 4:00 PM, you’re expected at the digital
launch of the Arjun Kapoor Foundation. Also, your stylist wants to confirm outfits for the New York
fashion summit, and the interior team needs your final sign-off for the hotel redesign in Dubai.
Additionally—
Arjun (cutting him off, voice cold):
All of you… leave. I don’t need anything right now. My head is already heavy and I need silence.
The PAs quickly nod and exit. Arjun presses the golden bell on the side table. A well-dressed
assistant enters swiftly with a silver tray.
Arjun:
Bring me my phone. Now.
The assistant sets the phone gently on the table and bows out. Arjun unlocks his phone, begins
casually scrolling through Instagram. He's calm, scanning through some trending posts and
news, until suddenly—
Phone: RRRRRING... RRRRRING... Caller ID: “Reception – White House Hospital.”
Arjun (picking up):
Yes?
Receptionist (panicked but composed):
Sir, this is urgent. Miss Ananya Malhotra has been in a serious accident. A Rolls Royce hit her near
the Orchid Junction. She was brought in by some bystanders and her childhood friends—Dr. Meher
and Dr. Priya. She has head trauma, a broken hand, and visible injuries on both legs. She’s been
admitted to ICU Room No. 407. The neuro and ortho teams are already working on her. Please come
immediately.
Scene: Arjun’s Mansion Driveway – 11:15 AM
Arjun slams the phone down, face turning red with fury. He presses a hidden button on the
wall. Within seconds, his security team, bodyguards, and personal PAs line up outside his study.
Arjun (roaring):
Everyone, listen. Ready the car—bulletproof one. I want four bodyguards in the front car, two at the
back. No delays. You—(points to his male PA)—get in with me. Keep massaging my back. I don’t
want to lose it before I see her. Whoever did this… whoever harmed her... I’ll ruin them. MOVE!
Scene: White House Hospital Reception – 11:45 AM
Arjun storms into the hospital with guards forming a tight ring around him. The receptionist,
trembling, stands up as he walks directly to the desk.
Receptionist (stammering):
Room number 407, sir. She suffered head trauma, right-hand fracture, and bruised legs. She's semi-
conscious. Dr. Meher and Dr. Priya are with her now. They’ve stabilized her vitals and are monitoring
her closely. Please proceed to the ICU floor. Elevators on the left, sir.
Arjun (clenched jaw, voice icy):
Thank you. Keep the corridors clear. No one comes near her unless I allow it.
He walks toward the elevator with a terrifying calm, his eyes fierce, his fists clenched, his heart
in chaos.
Scene: ICU Waiting Lounge, White House Hospital – 1:10 PM
Arjun sits outside Ananya’s ICU room, dressed in black formal attire, legs crossed like a mafia
boss, his eyes dark with fury and worry. Two of Ananya’s childhood best friends, Dr. Meher
and Dr. Priya, stand in front of him with tablets and patient reports. The atmosphere is heavy
and silent.
Arjun:
Tell me everything. I want nothing sugar-coated, no delays, no filters. How bad is it?
Dr. Meher:
She has a fracture in her right hand—clean break, we’ve applied support and the ortho team says with
the right care, it’ll heal smoothly in 5–6 weeks. She also had a deep gash on her forehead; we’ve done
stitches and a bandage has been placed. It’s not dangerous, but it’ll need daily dressing.
Dr. Priya:
She was semi-conscious due to shock, but her vitals are stable. We’ve been monitoring her
throughout. She asked for you once, even in her sleep. But now we need to decide about further care.
Arjun (nods sharply):
Shift her to the White House—today. Not tomorrow, not in an hour—now. I want a team ready at our
private medical unit. Also, I want a nutritionist, physiotherapist, and trauma psychologist all on
standby. She gets the best. I’ll personally consult the top dietician in New York, tell them I want a full
recovery plan for her—from food to rest to movement.
Scene: White House – Ananya’s Room – 3:30 PM
Ananya slowly opens her eyes. The room is filled with soft lavender light, curtains dancing with
the breeze. She blinks, disoriented for a moment. Arjun, sitting beside her, leans forward as
their eyes meet.
Ananya (softly):
You’re here... You came...
Arjun:
Of course I came. There’s nowhere in this world I wouldn’t go for you. How are you feeling, baby?
Ananya (emotional):
My hand hurts… my head feels heavy… but you’re here… I just needed you.
She leans forward weakly and hugs him. He kisses her forehead gently. Her eyes tear up.
Ananya:
I’m sorry I scared you...
Arjun:
Don’t say that. Just focus on healing. That’s your only job now.
He picks up a bowl of porridge and gently scoops a spoonful.
Arjun:
Now open your mouth, drama queen. Eat something. I had this made especially for you, balanced
with every damn nutrient the top dietician could recommend.
Ananya (pulling away):
I don’t want to eat, Arjun. Please, not now...
Arjun (smiling and teasing):
Ah, here comes the tantrum. But too bad—I know how to pamper you and overpower your no. One
bite now, or I’m calling in five chefs to sing you a lullaby. Your choice, princess.
Ananya giggles softly and opens her mouth. Arjun feeds her gently, kissing her cheek in
between. Just as the moment becomes tender—
PA #3 (from outside the door):
Sir, sorry to disturb, but there’s a call from—
Arjun (rising slowly, deadly calm):
Out. Hall. Now.
Scene: Hallway – 3:40 PM
Arjun walks out, his expression fierce. The PA stands stiffly, trembling.
Arjun (cold voice):
You interrupted her recovery time—for what? I’ve told you all, her time is sacred. Her peace, her
smile, her breath—non-negotiable. From now on, twenty new rules apply. For everyone. Especially
for her. Get your damn notepads ready.
PA (shaking):
Yes sir. Noted, sir.
Arjun (firmly):
Rule 1: No one enters her room without my written permission.
Rule 2: No calls, no disturbances between 12 PM to 5 PM—rest hours.
Rule 3: Every meal must be medically approved. No exceptions.
Rule 4: She gets fresh flowers in her room every morning.
Rule 5: Her painkillers will be monitored hourly.
Rule 6: No loud voices within 50 meters of her wing.
Rule 7: A female caretaker will be assigned to her comfort.
Rule 8: Her books, playlist, and comfort shows will be stocked daily.
Rule 9: No media contact about her accident.
Rule 10: Emergency bell beside her bed will link directly to me.
Rule 11 to 20: I'll dictate those in the next hour. But until then—no more foolish mistakes. Her world
is mine to protect. Break a single one—you're fired.
The PA nods furiously and runs to execute the orders as Arjun turns back, his face calm but
eyes burning with obsession and love.
Scene fades with Arjun standing silently at her door, watching her sleep peacefully inside.
Arjun’s Additional 10 Rules for Ananya’s Recovery Protocol
Rule 11: Every staff member assigned to Ananya will undergo daily briefings to understand her
evolving medical, emotional, and physical needs. Any confusion or delay in service is unacceptable.
Rule 12: Ananya’s room temperature, lighting, scent, and noise levels must be adjusted to her mood
and comfort every hour. Use lavender aroma if she looks restless, chamomile tea at 6 PM sharp.
Rule 13: Morning affirmations will be played on a soft speaker from 7:00 AM to 7:15 AM daily.
These should be handpicked based on her current mental state by her personal therapist.
Rule 14: Only five people are allowed to see her daily—Arjun, Meher, Priya, a caretaker, and the
physiotherapist. Anyone else must submit a written request to Arjun directly and await clearance.
Rule 15: A full daily log must be maintained—her expressions, food intake, medication, sleep hours,
pain indicators, and emotional triggers. This log is to be reviewed by Arjun himself at night.
Rule 16: No black, dull, or negative-colored attire will be worn by any staff entering her room.
Positive, pastel, or warm tones only.
Rule 17: The kitchen team will prepare a surprise healthy dessert every alternate day for her mood
lift. Must be approved by Arjun before being served.
Rule 18: Every evening, between 8–9 PM, soft acoustic or instrumental music is to be played near
her lounge area for calming effect. Use only Arjun’s approved playlist.
Rule 19: If Ananya experiences nightmares or sudden trauma triggers, she is to be gently calmed and
Arjun must be informed immediately regardless of hour or circumstance.
Rule 20: Anyone caught speaking negatively, gossiping, or carelessly joking near her or about her
will be immediately terminated from employment and blacklisted across Arjun’s business and
personal networks.
Arjun’s Final Note:
“This isn’t just recovery. It’s the rebuilding of her universe. And I will burn the world before I let her
feel pain again.”
Scene: White House Private Room – Afternoon
Ananya is resting on a velvet recliner, her fractured hand supported with soft pillows. A thick
novel lies open on her lap. The room is calm, the scent of white jasmine lingering in the air.
Suddenly, there’s a soft knock on the door. Jessica, dressed in an elegant beige formal suit,
enters with a polite smile and a tray of herbal tea, documents, and a tablet.
Jessica:
“Hey, sweetheart. Just brought in your routine essentials for the day—your turmeric tea, the physio
schedule, and that new poetry collection you love. Thought you’d enjoy flipping through it while the
sun’s still gentle.”
Ananya (smiling faintly):
“Jessica? I didn’t know you were here. I thought you were still handling the finance team for Arjun...
Or were you secretly reassigned?”
Jessica (playfully evasive):
“Oh, just floating around wherever he needs me. You know how he is—bossy as ever.”
Just then, the double doors swing open with authority. Arjun steps in, wearing a dark charcoal
suit, his expression unreadable. He glances at Jessica, nods slightly, and speaks clearly.
Arjun:
“Jessica is your new personal assistant from today. Permanently. She’ll be with you at all times.
Medical support, scheduling, communication—she manages everything from now on.”
Ananya (immediately frustrated):
“What? Arjun, you didn’t even discuss this with me! Why are you making decisions like this behind
my back? I don’t need a shadow hovering around me while I heal, especially not like this. You can't
just plant someone in my room like I’m some fragile thing.”
Arjun (stepping closer, voice calm but firm):
“Ananya, listen to me. Jessica Moreira has been with me for over four years. She’s not just any
assistant—she’s my lead, my most trusted employee, and more importantly, someone you trust
deeply. You know her. You’ve worked with her during those global charity conferences. You even
said she’s the only one who doesn’t filter truths when talking to you. That matters right now.”
Ananya (crossing her arms, still frowning):
“I trust her, yes. But this feels like control, Arjun. You could’ve just told me instead of turning it into
some announcement.”
Jessica (gently interjecting):
“Ananya, he didn’t want to add pressure while you were still recovering. I told him I’d only accept if
you were okay with it. You have every right to say no, and I’ll leave if you feel even a little
uncomfortable.”
Ananya (softening, glancing between them):
“I don’t have a problem with you, Jessica. I guess I just hate being left out of decisions about me. It’s
exhausting. But... if it’s you, I know I’m not just another task.”
Arjun (sitting beside Ananya, holding her hand gently):
“You’re not a task. You’re my entire world. I didn’t bring her here to control you—I brought her here
because when I’m not around, I need to know someone is by your side who knows how you breathe,
how you shut down, how you trust. Jessica was the only one I could think of who already loves you
enough to protect you like I would.”
Ananya (looking at Jessica):
“Well, looks like I have a shadow now. A classy, well-spoken, overqualified shadow. Just don’t
interrupt my book club Zooms and we’ll be fine.”
Jessica (grinning):
“Deal. But I draw the line at hiding chocolates under your pillow.”
They all share a soft laugh. Jessica excuses herself with a nod and leaves the room, closing the
door quietly behind her. Arjun brushes a strand of hair behind Ananya’s ear.
Arjun:
“Thank you... for understanding.”
Ananya (sighing):
“I’m trying, baby. Just next time—talk to me first.”
Arjun:
“Always. I promise.”
Scene: White House – Conference Room (Morning)
The expansive, glass-walled conference room is filled with executives, advisors, strategists, and
Arjun Kapoor sitting at the head of a long obsidian table. A massive digital screen flashes pie
charts, city maps, and projections. Arjun is dressed in a steel-blue suit, expression unreadable,
his fingers steepled under his chin. He’s heard three pitches already and hasn’t blinked once.
Meanwhile, in the private suite upstairs, Ananya lies on her luxurious canopy bed, bandaged
but relaxed, deeply engrossed in a book. Jessica sits nearby with a laptop, occasionally glancing
to check if Ananya needs anything.
Executive 1 (nervous):
“Sir, considering the influx of investors in the Phoenix and Austin corridor, we believe redirecting
housing infrastructure toward high-rise tech corridors would optimize—”
Arjun (interrupting coldly):
“No. You’re thinking in silos. You're duplicating an outdated Singapore model in a market that
already thrives on cultural authenticity. Next.”
Executive 2 (more confident):
“We propose a mixed-use commercial space dedicated to green tech startups—positioned between
downtown Dallas and Fort Worth, with central incentives for first-time innovators.”
Arjun (flatly):
“Sounds like a brochure. Where’s the soul? This is USA, not a trade fair. It’s not enough to look
good. It must feel good. Next.”
(Silence fills the room. Executives look at each other awkwardly. Arjun removes his glasses,
leans forward.)
Arjun:
“Everyone’s busy copying what’s been done. Here’s what we’ll do. Build a sustainable smart
township across rural Texas, incorporating local arts, organic farming, and youth entrepreneurship.
Bring in Ivy League universities for satellite campuses—not just as educational hubs, but as cultural
incubators. Rehabilitate old architectural structures to preserve history, not bulldoze it. Let small-
town America lead the future with pride. Partner with Tesla for autonomous mobility inside the
community, and launch AI-based public health monitoring that offers free medical services to
veterans and single mothers. That’s not development—it’s revolution with empathy.”
(The entire room goes silent. Executives begin nodding one after the other. One claps, others
follow. Advisors take notes rapidly.)
Executive 3 (awed):
“Sir... that could change the face of rural America forever.”
Arjun (calmly):
“That’s the point. We don’t change the map. We change the people’s experience of living on it.”
Upstairs, Jessica glances at her screen, smiles proudly as the meeting notes ping in. She looks at
Ananya, who’s completely absorbed in her novel, her bandaged hand gently turning pages.
Jessica (softly):
“Your man just made half of Washington look like interns.”
Ananya (without looking up):
“That’s why I love him.”
Scene: White House – Ananya’s Private Library (Evening)
The golden hues of sunset filter through the sheer white curtains of the large French windows.
The air smells faintly of lavender and old books. Shelves line the walls, filled with Ananya’s
favorite novels and journals. A grand Victorian reading desk is cluttered with opened
hardcovers, pens, a steaming cup of chai, and loose pages with her handwritten notes. Arjun
walks in silently, dressed in a soft grey hoodie and black joggers, holding a worn leather-bound
diary—the one he’s dedicated to all of Ananya’s notes written just for him.
Arjun (smiling softly, holding the book close):
“Babe, do you even realize what you do to me with these little notes? Every time you finish a chapter,
it’s like you leave a piece of your soul for me. I was reading one from that thriller you finished last
week—where the girl loses her way but keeps walking because she believes love will find her. You’d
written: ‘Arjun, if I ever get lost, I know you’ll find me, even if the world doesn’t.’ You don’t even
know what that does to me. These aren’t just notes. They’re proof. Proof that you trust me with your
heart.”
Ananya (closing her book slowly and looking at him):
“Baby, you’re the reason I write them. It’s like every chapter I read makes me want to love you more.
You know what I do? I imagine I’m the heroine, and you’re the guy saving me—not because I’m
weak, but because I matter that much to you. And I know you keep them. You always do. I see how
you press them in that diary like they’re sacred.”
Arjun (walking closer, sitting beside her on the velvet couch, holding her hand gently):
“I don’t just press them. I reread them. On nights when you’re asleep before me… or when you’re in
the hospital and I’m outside pretending to be strong. You don’t realize, babe, these little notes…
they’re my blueprint of us. They remind me why every battle I fight out there is worth it—because
you exist in here, writing, dreaming, waiting.”
Ananya (voice soft, emotional, placing her palm on his cheek):
“I’m always writing for you, Arjun. Every thought, every page, every line—it’s all you. Even if I’m
reading a murder mystery, I still find a way to connect the plot to you. That’s how much you live
inside me.”
Arjun (wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into his lap):
“Then let me live outside you too… every minute, every breath. I want you to feel how much I adore
you. Not just in ink. Not just in pages. But in every kiss, every second, every heartbeat.”
They hold each other, their foreheads touching, silence thick with emotion and comfort. Slowly,
Arjun leans in, kissing her with warmth and longing. Ananya responds with tenderness, the
kind that feels like poetry. The chai grows cold on the desk, the lights dim as dusk turns to
night, and love fills every corner of the library like a sacred secret.
Scene: White House – Ananya’s Bedroom (Late Afternoon)
The room is softly lit with golden sunlight seeping through the high arched windows. Ananya is
propped up against a row of soft pillows on the large king-sized bed, her right hand bandaged
and resting on a cushion. With determined focus, she types gently on her laptop using her left
hand. Arjun sits beside her, dressed casually in a black t-shirt and grey joggers, his laptop on
his lap, switching between business calls and strategic presentations. A tray of fruits and chai
rests untouched between them.
Ananya (concentrating on her screen while typing slowly):
“Baby, I know this one-handed typing looks slow, but I promise I’m still faster than half your
executive team. I just finalized the report for the Seattle unit and flagged a couple of major issues in
the projections. You should double-check slide 8 before your pitch. I added a footnote explaining the
logistics bottleneck from the previous quarter—your team missed it, by the way.”
Arjun (smirking, shifting closer to peek at her screen):
“Of course you caught it. You always do. It’s like your brain has a GPS for the things others miss.
And babe, I don’t care if you’re typing with one finger—you’re still sharper than every analyst I’ve
ever hired. Let me just review this with you now. Wait, let me do the typing, you dictate.”
Ananya (nudging his leg playfully):
“No, no. This is good therapy. And I like feeling useful. I hate lying around being taken care of like a
porcelain doll. Besides, I feel connected to you when we work together like this. It reminds me of the
old days, our 3 a.m. hustle sessions.”
Arjun (placing his laptop aside and helping realign her pillows):
“You’re not just useful—you’re irreplaceable. But let me help you, just a little. Give your wrist a
break. I’ll format your report while you finish the summary section. You speak. I’ll be your hands.”
Ananya (smiling as she switches focus):
“Alright, Mr. Kapoor. Start with: ‘In alignment with Q4 projections, we recommend a recalibration
of…’ See, teamwork like this should be illegal—it’s too effective. We’re like a CEO-CFO power
couple.”
Arjun (typing rapidly while stealing a glance at her):
“And the hottest one too. Who needs a boardroom when I’ve got you right here in bed with a
spreadsheet and messy bun?”
Ananya (laughing softly):
“Well, this CFO also wants her massage after this report is done. My shoulders are killing me.”
Arjun (grinning, saving the document and shutting his laptop):
“Report done. Massage coming up. And chai after that. You take care of the business, babe. I’ll take
care of you.”
They exchange a warm look before Arjun moves to massage her shoulders gently, the air
between them filled with admiration, trust, and quiet intimacy as the late afternoon sun glows
warmly around them.
Scene: White House – Private Dining Lounge (Evening, Post Sunset)
The lights are dimmed to a golden hue, candles flicker gently on the dining table set for two.
Outside, the moonlight gleams through the glass wall overlooking the gardens. Ananya and
Arjun sit side by side instead of across the table, their dinner plates filled with a simple yet
elegant meal. Arjun’s hand looks mildly strained after his long day of typing, and Ananya
notices it instantly.
Ananya (gently holding his hand and running her thumb over his knuckles):
“Baby, your fingers are stiff again. I told you not to overwork them. You spend all day switching
between meetings, documents, typing responses—your hands deserve better. Come here, give them to
me. Let me fix it.”
Arjun (raising an eyebrow and smiling, letting her take his hand):
“You’ve already fixed everything else in my life, babe. If you start fixing my hands too, I might just
retire and live off your massages. But seriously, that’s the only part of me that isn’t invincible—my
hands after twelve hours of power typing.”
Ananya (massaging his palm gently, using her left hand with focused care):
“See? It’s all tense here. You clench your fists when you're annoyed in meetings—I can tell even
without being there. That tension stays. You need to learn to relax more. I’m not just your girl, I’m
your in-house therapist now. No appointments, no fees.”
Arjun (leaning back, eyes closed slightly):
“With this kind of therapy, I’d cancel all my meetings permanently. You have magic in your touch,
babe. My whole arm feels lighter already. I don’t say it enough—but these moments with you, even
the smallest ones like this, they make everything else worthwhile.”
Ananya (finishing the massage and placing his hand on the table softly):
“You don’t need to say it. I feel it. Now eat before the food goes cold. Your favourite grilled paneer
and my lemon herb rice. And don’t even think of feeding me tonight—I’ll manage. You just enjoy.”
Arjun (taking a bite and glancing at her with warmth):
“I don’t need a five-star restaurant. Not when I have you beside me, food made with care, and your
hands undoing all the chaos in mine. Honestly babe, there’s no place I’d rather be.”
Ananya (smiling as she starts eating too):
“This is what real love looks like, right? Not just kisses and drama, but quiet dinners and sore-hand
massages. And I wouldn’t trade it for all the fame in the world.”
They continue their meal in peaceful silence, sitting close, plates in hand, feeding each other bits
of food between smiles and laughter, as if the rest of the world didn’t exist.
Scene: Ananya’s Hospital Cabin – Late Morning
Ananya sits at her sleek glass desk, typing swiftly with her left hand. Her right hand, still
bandaged lightly, rests on a cushioned pad beside her. Jessica, dressed in a crisp ivory blazer
and navy skirt, sits casually on the cream leather sofa, a tablet on her lap. The cabin is quiet,
sun streaming in through the window blinds.
Ananya (not lifting her head from her screen):
"Reception, send in the intern files right now. I want every rotation report reviewed and verified by
today, and I don't want excuses about incomplete formatting or missing vitals. And once you’re done
with that, bring me my to-do list. I need to streamline the patient consultation schedule and clear the
surgical backlog."
Jessica (calmly rising from the sofa and walking toward the receptionist outside):
“Hold on. No need to go running around.”
Jessica turns to the receptionist, her tone poised but firm.
Jessica:
“I’ll take it from here. Arjun sir made it clear—I’m Ananya’s PA now. Which means the to-do list
comes through me. You may go back to your desk.”
The receptionist nods awkwardly and steps away. Jessica returns to the cabin, gently closing the
door behind her. Ananya looks up, clearly irritated and surprised.
Ananya (looking at her sharply):
“Jess? Since when do you handle my to-do lists? You’re head PA to Arjun, not me. What is this
sudden overlap? I didn’t approve this shift.”
Jessica (walking toward the desk and placing the list gently in front of her):
“I know it’s abrupt. But Arjun sir decided it. He didn’t want anyone else handling your day. Said you
needed someone trustworthy, someone who already understands your patterns, your rhythm—without
needing to ask twice. I’ve been with him four years. You and I, we’ve worked together before. You
know me inside out.”
Ananya (pausing, still visibly irked but softening):
“Yeah, I do. You’re efficient. And annoyingly sharp. But this isn’t about competence, Jess. It’s about
boundaries. He didn’t even mention this to me. That’s what’s bothering me. I’m not a princess
needing a watchdog—I’m a professional.”
Jessica (nodding with understanding):
“And I get that. But I’m not here to spy. I’m just here to ease the load. You’ve got a fractured hand,
you’re recovering, and the hospital’s buzzing. Let me handle the chaos outside so you can focus
inside. I’ll report only when needed. No interference.”
Ananya (sighing and picking up the to-do list):
“Fine. You’re good at what you do. But next time—he talks to me first. Not to you.”
Jessica (smiling warmly):
“Deal. And for the record, it’s nice to be working with you again, Dr. Malhotra. Let’s fix this place
like we always do.”
Ananya (with a slight smirk, getting back to work):
“Let’s.”
Scene: Ananya’s Hospital Cabin – Afternoon
Jessica walks in holding a leather clipboard with Ananya’s neatly organized to-do list. Ananya,
still seated at her desk, rotates her shoulder a bit, adjusting her posture while working on her
laptop. Jessica approaches quietly and places the clipboard gently on the desk, then takes a step
back.
Jessica:
"Here’s your schedule for the day, Ananya. I’ve marked your patient rounds, departmental meetings,
intern evaluations, and the review call with the New York donors. I’ve spaced out enough recovery
time between them so you don’t overstrain your hand. Also, your driver is on standby after your
evening rounds. And I’ve added a reminder for your chai break—because if I don’t, you’ll forget to
eat again."
Ananya (looking up and giving a brief smile):
"Thanks, Jess. This looks structured. I like it. I don’t want chaos today. Too many follow-ups, too
many emotions. I just want to breathe and work. And I’ll follow it strictly—except maybe for that
chai break. If something comes up, I’ll skip it."
Jessica (with a light laugh):
"Not allowed. That break stays, and if I need to bring the chai to the OT myself, I will. You’re still
healing, remember?"
Ananya (taking the clipboard, reading it, and nodding):
"Alright. First is the post-op visit for the accident cases, then surgical rounds. I’ll make sure I stay on
track. I’m grateful you handled the pressure without making it all feel suffocating. You’ve managed
to take over smoothly—without making me feel managed."
Jessica (smiling confidently):
"That’s the point. I’m here to handle the surroundings so you can handle the core. Now go be the
doctor everyone’s afraid to disappoint. I’ll check in after rounds."
Ananya (rising and adjusting her coat):
"Let’s get through this day—one chart at a time."
Scene: White House – Night, 11:30 PM
The massive iron gate of the White House opens slowly as Ananya's car pulls in. She steps out,
visibly exhausted, her shoulders slumped under the weight of a long day. Her hair is tied in a
loose bun, and her coat hangs slightly off one shoulder. Inside, the mansion is dimly lit, the
golden chandeliers giving a warm glow. Arjun is sitting in the living room on the edge of a plush
armchair, a glass of water in hand, waiting. As soon as he sees her, he stands up.
Arjun:
"Babe, finally. I was just about to call you again. You look completely drained. Come here, let me
take that bag off your shoulder."
Ananya (softly as she walks toward him):
"Baby... it’s been a marathon of a day. I was literally running from OT to consultation to that
conference call. I haven’t even sat properly for more than ten minutes. And my hand is still sore. I
don’t know how I made it through. My brain is fried."
Arjun (taking her coat and placing it aside, gently pulling her to sit down):
"You don’t have to explain. I can see it on your face. You’ve done enough for today. Now let me take
over. Lie back, babe. Just relax for me, okay?"
Ananya (sinking into the couch with a sigh):
"You’re honestly the only part of my day I was looking forward to. This place, this warmth—it just
resets everything. And you... especially you."
Arjun (kneeling behind her and starting to massage her shoulders and neck slowly):
"I told you, whenever the world gets too loud, let me be your silence. Close your eyes, babe. Let me
take the stress out of your bones. You don’t have to be the doctor, the leader, the strong one right now.
You just need to be mine."
Ananya (melting under his touch, her voice softer):
"You always know what I need before I even say it. Your hands are magic. And your love... it’s the
only thing that really heals me. More than any medicine."
Arjun (massaging slowly, leaning in and whispering near her ear):
"That’s because your pain is mine too. And your peace—well, that’s my purpose. After this, we’re not
talking work, not talking people. It’s just us. You, me, maybe some music, a blanket, and the stars
outside."
Ananya (smiling with her eyes still closed):
"That sounds like heaven, baby. Take me there. Take me to that quiet, where only your heart
beats next to mine."
Scene: White House – Private Living Room – Night, 10:15 PM, May 3rd, 2025
Ananya is sitting cross-legged on the beige velvet couch, scrolling through a few old photo
albums. Arjun walks in holding two cups of masala chai and sits beside her, placing one cup
near her. The mood is calm, filled with nostalgia, and the city lights glimmer through the tall
windows behind them.
Arjun:
"Ananya... I was thinking... maybe it’s time. Time we stop postponing what our hearts already know.
Our parents have been waiting, and we’ve built a world together already. Let’s make it official."
Ananya (placing the album down and looking into his eyes):
"You really mean it? We’ve spoken about it so many times but always pushed it under priorities,
under responsibilities... But deep down, I know I want that with you, Arjun. I want our families to
feel that joy. I want them to see us walk into forever... together."
Arjun (smiling and taking her hand in his):
"Then it’s decided. No more waiting. Let’s get engaged—on June 4th, 2025. For our parents. For us.
And for the madness we call love."
Ananya (teary-eyed and smiling):
"June 4th it is. The day we start the next chapter, with everyone who loves us watching. And the
world too... because we’re going to announce it, loud and proud."

Scene: The Next Morning – Instagram Announcement

Caption (on Ananya's Instagram post with a golden-themed engagement invite card):
"For our families. For love. For forever. We’re getting engaged on June 4th, 2025. Can’t wait to
celebrate with all of you. #AnanyaWedsArjun #EngagedWithLove #04June2025"
Within minutes, media outlets start picking it up:
Bollywood Buzz India Post:
"Power couple Ananya Malhotra & Arjun Kapoor announce their engagement! The internet can’t
keep calm! Ceremony set for June 4th, 2025. Here’s everything we know!"
Celebrities start commenting under their post:
Karan Johar:
"Finally! My favorite people! Can’t wait to dance at your sangeet 💃🕺"
Alia Bhatt:
"This is going to be the wedding of the year! Love you both!"
Ranveer Singh:
"Let’s goooo! Shaadi squad assemble 🔥🔥🔥"
Deepika Padukone:
"Such beautiful news. Congratulations to both of you 💖"

Scene: Arjun's Instagram Post – Same Day, 3 PM

Caption (with a collage carousel of 20 never-seen-before moments):
"20 moments. 1 heart. A million memories. You’re not just the love of my life, you’re the reason I
smile every day. June 4th, here we come. #EngagedToMyBestFriend #ArjunWedsAnanya
#20MomentsOfUs"
Photos include:
 1. Their first candid photo from a café
2. A blurry but cute selfie in the rain
3. Ananya sleeping on his shoulder in the car
4. Arjun tying her shoelaces
5. Them dancing in the living room
6. Her with flour on her face while baking
7. Him massaging her tired hands
8. A mirror selfie before a red carpet event
9. Goofy faces on a road trip
10. Him reading one of her book notes
11. Her feeding him with a spoon
12. Them in pajamas watching a movie
13. Arjun hugging her from behind on a balcony
14. Her laughing mid-bite during breakfast
15. A photo of her with his parents
16. Them holding hands at a temple
17. Their shadow captured on a beach
18. Her wiping his tears with her dupatta
19. A tight hug from behind after a long day
20. Ananya showing her ring with tears in her eyes

Scene: Evening – White House Balcony

Arjun and Ananya stand watching the city lights. Phones buzzing beside them with endless
calls, notifications, and love pouring in from across the globe.
Arjun (wrapping his arms around her):
"This is just the beginning, baby. The world is finally seeing what we’ve always known... we were
made for each other."
Ananya (resting her head on his chest):
"And I wouldn’t have it any other way. Bring on June 4th."
Scene: White House – Living Room – Mid-Morning, May 5th, 2025
Ananya and Arjun sit on a cream suede couch as both sets of parents—Rajesh & Meera
Malhotra, and Ahalya & Raghav Kapoor—arrive at the White House in Washington D.C. The
room is filled with excitement, warmth, and the air of celebration. Tea and snacks are being
served by the butlers.
Rajesh Malhotra (smiling with folded hands):
"I must say... this place feels like a dream. And what better place to start a new journey than where
you’ve built your love. Let the engagement be here, in the USA. It’s perfect, just like the two of you."
Meera Malhotra (touching Ananya’s face lovingly):
"My baby girl getting engaged... I can’t believe it. This very house has seen your growth, your
healing, and now your forever. Let’s make it magical. I always wanted your engagement to feel like a
fairytale."
Raghav Kapoor (to Arjun, with a proud pat on his shoulder):
"You’ve done well, son. This home reflects both your personalities—graceful yet bold. And it will be
an honour to have the families unite right here."
Ahalya Kapoor (looking at Ananya warmly):
"And you, Ananya… the kind of peace and joy you’ve brought to Arjun’s life, I see it in his eyes
every day. Let’s make this engagement something we’ll all cherish for life."
Scene: Same Day – Private Family Room, Afternoon
Everyone gathers around the dining table as Arjun opens a map of the estate, and they begin
planning the venue. Jessica, standing by as Ananya’s PA, takes down notes.
Ananya (placing her hand over a garden image on the screen):
"I want the ceremony in the back garden of the White House. Right under the sky, with the lights, soft
music, and white roses. It should feel like a moment frozen in time."
Arjun (pointing at a side lawn):
"And the dinner and after-party can be arranged here. We’ll fly in chefs from Paris and Mumbai—
fusion menu, cocktails, chai corner... let’s mix both our worlds."
Rajesh (smiling):
"Beta, this already sounds like a film scene."
Meera (emotional):
"And I have one request. Ananya, I want you to wear my engagement lehenga... the deep red one with
gold zardozi work. I’ve preserved it all these years for this moment."
Ananya (holding her mom’s hand):
"Mumma, I was just going to ask for it. I want to carry your blessing on me that day. Your lehenga
will make it even more special."
Arjun (grinning):
"Then I guess I need something regal to match up. I’ll have a custom ivory sherwani made with our
initials embroidered inside... a small secret stitched close to my heart."
Ahalya (teasing):
"Just don’t keep her waiting at the altar, Arjun!"
Everyone laughs and continues to discuss decor, guest list, and rituals, as Jessica notes down
every detail for execution. Outside the window, the garden shines in the soft spring sunlight—
waiting to witness history.

Scene: June 4th, 2025 – White House Back Lawn – Early Evening – Engagement Ceremony
Begins
The sun is setting over the sprawling lawns of the White House, now transformed into a
dreamscape of pastel florals, twinkling lights, and cascading silk drapes. A grand mandap
stands at the center, adorned with ivory roses and jasmine garlands. The crowd is seated in
gold-trimmed chairs, facing the mandap. Renowned Bollywood celebrities, top business
tycoons, and international dignitaries including the President of the United States are all in
attendance. Soft Indian classical music plays in the background.
The priest, in saffron robes, begins chanting mantras in rhythm with the ringing of temple
bells.
Priest (chanting solemnly):
"Om shubha mangalam… Vivaah samskaram aarambham… tambulam parivartanam kriyate…"
Ananya and Arjun, seated beside each other in traditional wear, look into each other’s eyes with
reverence and love. Their families sit beside them. The tambula (betel leaf and gifts) exchange
takes place as their parents ceremonially exchange trays decorated with sweets, coconuts,
sarees, and rings.
Rajesh Malhotra (whispering proudly):
"Arjun, you’re our son now. You’ve given our daughter every joy we ever wished for her."
Ahalya Kapoor (smiling at Ananya):
"And you, beta… you’ve filled our home with warmth. From today, you’re our daughter forever."

Scene: Later – Changing Rooms – Just Before the Ring Exchange

Ananya enters her private room, helped by Jessica and stylists, and changes into a soft pastel
lehenga handpicked by Ahalya Kapoor. The embroidery glimmers under the warm lighting, a
subtle blend of elegance and tradition.
Ananya (to Jessica, softly):
"This is so beautiful… it’s like Ahalya aunty knew exactly what would make me feel calm and
radiant tonight."
Jessica (smiling):
"It was designed just for you. She said you’re the light Arjun never knew he needed."
Meanwhile, in another chamber, Arjun dons an ivory sherwani with golden detailing, gifted by
Rajesh and Meera Malhotra. He looks into the mirror and adjusts his collar.
Arjun (to his male PA):
"I’m not just getting engaged. I’m promising the world to her... and I intend to keep every word of it."

Scene: Engagement Stage – Under the Night Sky – The Ring Exchange
Arjun walks toward the mandap with confident steps, greeted by applause. Then Ananya walks
in, escorted by her father, as camera flashes light up the space. The crowd stands and cheers.
Priest (resuming the ritual):
"Now begins the samarpan – the sacred promise of commitment. Please exchange the rings with
blessings of the divine."
Arjun (sliding the ring on her finger):
"From the moment I met you, everything else stopped mattering. Today, I don’t just give you this
ring—I give you all of me."
Ananya (placing the ring on his finger, smiling through tears):
"I never knew a moment could feel like home. With this ring, I promise to hold your hand in every
chapter of life—storms, sunshine, and all."
The crowd erupts in applause. Drone cameras capture the moment from above as rose petals
shower down on the couple. Bollywood celebrities like Alia Bhatt, Shah Rukh Khan, Ranbir
Kapoor, and Deepika Padukone cheer from their seats. The President of the United States nods
in admiration.
Maneish Paul (on stage, emceeing):
"From Bollywood to the boardrooms of the world, from dreams to destiny—give it up for Arjun
Kapoor and Ananya Malhotra, the royal couple of the season!"
They hold hands and bow before their parents and the priest. Fireworks light up the
Washington sky as a new journey begins.

Scene: Engagement Stage – White House Lawn – Late Evening – Celebration Continues
After the sacred mantras and the blessing-filled rituals, the spotlight shifts to the couple seated
elegantly on a regal white-and-gold Victorian sofa under a canopy of orchids and fairy lights.
Their hands are joined, the sparkle of their custom rings glinting under the chandeliers.
Arjun gently takes Ananya’s right hand and slides a diamond-studded platinum ring onto her
finger. The ring is engraved with the initials “A&A” encircled by a carved infinity symbol.
Arjun (softly, with a teasing grin):
"This ring isn’t just for today… It’s for every moment we’ll make together, and a reminder that my
world begins and ends with you."
Ananya, smiling and holding his hand, takes a breath and slides his ring onto his finger—sleek,
masculine, and also engraved with “A&A” in her handwriting.
Ananya (looking into his eyes, her voice warm and confident):
"This is your promise, Arjun. That no matter what storm comes, our initials will always stay side by
side—etched in silver, sealed in soul."
Their families clap with emotion as the priest announces the ritual complete. The crowd stands.
The music rises. The hosts announce the celebration is about to begin.

Scene: Main Stage – The Celebration Begins

Suddenly, the lights dim, and spotlights swivel to the main performance stage. Music booms. A
group of Bollywood celebrities including Varun Dhawan, Kriti Sanon, Kartik Aaryan, and
Kiara Advani burst onto the stage performing the iconic track “Deewangi Deewangi” from Om
Shanti Om.
The guests go wild. Camera flashes. The energy is electric.
Maneish Paul (on mic, hyping the crowd):
"Now it’s time for the stars of the night—the Kapoors and the Malhotras—to show us their moves.
Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for both the families dancing for love, laughter, and legacy!"
As the beat drops again, Arjun’s and Ananya’s families step onto the dance floor. Ahalya and
Raghav Kapoor, Ella and Aman, Sushma and her husband—all start dancing in sync, their
faces glowing with joy. On the other side, Meera and Rajesh Malhotra, Ananya’s cousins, and
her friends join in.
Everyone cheers as the entire group grooves together:
🎶 “Deewangi deewangi… sabki hai yeh deewangi…” 🎶
Arjun and Ananya stand, hands still clasped, watching in awe. Ananya turns to him and leans
in.
Ananya (grinning):
"They’re literally vibing more than us. We might have to crash the stage just to keep up with our
parents!"
Arjun (pulling her up gently):
"Let’s give them a memory they’ll never forget, baby."
Together, they head to the stage, as the chorus hits once more and the night blazes into a full-
blown Bollywood carnival.

Scene: White House – Engagement Stage Post-Ritual – Pre-Wedding Planning Moment

As the engagement cheers settle and guests move to the garden lounge for dinner, the priest
calls the families to center stage for the next important moment – announcing the wedding and
beginning the sacred preparations.
Priest (raising his voice over the hum of excitement):
"Now that the engagement is sealed with divine blessings, we must take the next step with equal
sanctity. The wedding date must be declared. As per our tradition, this honor goes to the bride’s
brother. Rahul Malhotra, please step forward and prepare the official wedding invitation."
The crowd murmurs in admiration as Rahul, captain of the Indian cricket team, stands up in
his tailored cream kurta, smiling with pride. He walks toward the elevated stage, greeted by
Arjun and Ananya.
Rahul (placing a hand on Ananya’s shoulder):
"I never imagined I’d one day write the wedding invitation for the girl I’ve guarded like a hawk since
childhood. But if it has to be anyone, I’m proud it’s for this man, Arjun Kapoor. My sister deserves
someone who’ll treasure her not just like a princess—but like the firebrand she is."
He turns to the priest, bows slightly, and asks:
"Baba, please guide me with the correct script and sequence for this invitation."
Priest nods and begins chanting auspicious lines in Sanskrit before translating for Rahul:
"Write with clarity and respect, son. Mention the names of the bride and groom, their beloved
parents, and declare the date of the marriage. And remember, as per our family’s South Indian roots,
we shall conduct every ritual—be it Haldi, Mehendi, Nischayathartham, Kashi Yatra, or Saptapadi—
with authenticity and honor. No tradition shall be skipped, and every elder shall be included."
Arjun, overhearing the formality, smiles and steps forward.
"Rahul bhai, if I may, allow me to draft it with you. I want to write the words that will announce the
day I finally become part of this incredible family."
Rahul grins and nods. They sit beside each other with a scroll and pen.
Arjun (writing aloud as everyone listens):
"With the blessings of Shri Rajesh and Meera Malhotra and Shri Raghav and Ahalya Kapoor, we are
overjoyed to announce the wedding of Ananya Meera Malhotra & Arjun Raghav Kapoor. The
ceremony will take place on the 21st of July 2025, under the divine light of tradition, love, and sacred
vows. All South Indian rituals will be honored with devotion, from the turmeric of Haldi to the sacred
knots of Saptapadi. We invite you to be part of our eternal beginning."
As Arjun finishes, the guests erupt in soft claps. The priest nods in approval and declares:
"The date is set—21st July 2025! All rituals shall be performed as per dharma. Let the preparations
for the sacred union begin!"
Ananya stands beside her brother, eyes misty, as Arjun kisses her forehead and Rahul folds the
scroll, placing it in a silver tray for blessings.

Scene: White House Garden, Decorated for Oonjal Ceremony – 14th July 2025, 6:00 PM
Golden marigold garlands hang from every corner. Traditional Carnatic music plays softly in
the background. In the center of the garden stands a grand silver swing (Oonjal), draped in
jasmine and red roses. Guests are dressed in traditional silk and pastel tones, the air filled with
warmth, laughter, and the scent of sandalwood incense.
Ananya, glowing in a richly woven Kanjeevaram saree with emerald green and gold tones, sits
beside Arjun, who is dressed in an ivory sherwani with detailed embroidery and a subtle golden
shawl. Their hands are entwined, a slight blush on both their faces as the Oonjal ritual begins.
Priest (chanting softly in Sanskrit, then addressing the crowd):
"Today marks the sacred Oonjal ceremony—a symbol of balancing life together. As the swing moves,
so shall they find rhythm in their journey—upholding one another through highs and lows."
Ananya’s aunt Meera (smiling, holding the swing ropes):
"Ananya, do you remember how you used to swing in the backyard and say, ‘I’ll marry only a man
who won’t stop my swing?’ Looks like that wish came true, beta."
Arjun (smiling at Ananya):
"I’ll never stop it, babe. In fact, I’ll swing it harder if you ever doubt yourself. I’ll stand by you so
fiercely that even the wind will ask for permission before it touches you."
Ananya (laughing softly as the swing moves):
"Baby, I think we’ve already begun that rhythm. From White House corridors to our chai-filled
nights, we’ve swayed through arguments, surprises, kisses, and dreams. This swing is just a beautiful
metaphor."
Arjun (leaning closer):
"And in every sway, I promise to be your anchor. I’ll never let go of your hand—even if the swing
tips."
Ananya (holding his hand tighter):
"Just remember, I’m not the kind who’ll hold back. I’ll be right beside you—swinging, screaming,
laughing, living."
Their families—Rajesh, Meera, Raghav, Ahalya—along with siblings Ella, Aman, and
Sushma—all take turns gently swinging them, throwing rice mixed with turmeric and flowers
to ward off evil and bless the couple.
Ahalya Kapoor (Arjun’s mother, softly):
"Watching you two smile like this… I know you’ll build a life where love is louder than anything
else."
Raghav Kapoor (smiling):
"And may this swing never stop, not just today—but in spirit—for the rest of your lives."
Everyone claps as the swing continues gently moving, cocooning Ananya and Arjun in laughter,
memories, and sacred promises. The priest lights the final lamp, signaling the end of the
ceremony and the beginning of a lifetime ahead.

These are pics of event of engagement and oonjal

Scene: White House Prayer Hall – Decorated in Soft Yellow and White for Jeelakkarra Bellam
Ritual – 14th July 2025, 8:00 PM
The prayer hall glows with the warm hues of marigold strings, banana leaves, and traditional
brass lamps. A brass plate holds finely ground turmeric and pure jaggery side by side. This
sacred mixture symbolizes inseparable love and unity. Traditional Telugu wedding chants echo
softly in the background.
Ananya enters gracefully, dressed in an elegant off-white Chikankari kurta paired with a silk
dupatta. Her wrists jingle with layers of silver bangles, and her neck and ears gleam with heavy
oxidized silver jewelry. Arjun stands tall in an embroidered beige sherwani with minimal
jewelry, his eyes fixated on her.
Priest (addressing the couple):
"This is the Jeelakkarra Bellam ritual. The jaggery represents sweetness; the turmeric, purity and
healing. Once you both taste this together, it signifies that your lives will now be joined—forever
united through bitterness and sweetness, always with love."
Ananya (smiling as she picks the mixture):
"Baby, this isn't just jaggery and turmeric. This is me saying I’m ready for every chapter—messy or
magical—with you. I’m not offering sweetness alone. I’m offering all of me, even my flaws…
wrapped in love."
Arjun (leaning forward, voice low and warm):
"And I’ll take it all, babe. The good days, the moody mornings, the stubborn silences, your chai
obsession—everything. I’ll taste it like jaggery and hold it like haldi, close to my heart."
Ananya gently lifts a pinch of the Jeelakkarra Bellam and feeds it to Arjun. He takes it in with a
soft smile. Then he picks a small pinch and feeds her back, their eyes locked with the kind of
love that doesn't need words.
Ahalya (teary-eyed):
"They’re not just feeding each other. They’re binding their souls. I’ve never seen anything so sacred
yet so intimate."
Meera (to Rajesh, whispering):
"She’s glowing like I did on my wedding day. Arjun’s love has filled her the way I always wished
for."
Arjun (gently brushing turmeric dust off Ananya’s lips):
"This taste… I’ll never forget it. Every time I close my eyes, I’ll remember this exact moment—your
silver jewelry, that smile, and this promise we made."
Ananya (resting her head lightly on his shoulder):
"And I’ll remember that you didn’t just take the sweetness. You took the turmeric too… the raw, the
healing, the truth."
The priest smiles and signals the end of the ritual as family members applaud. The atmosphere
is sacred, soft, and deeply emotional. A ritual completed, a bond further sealed.