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RM - Morning (Arnav's Study)
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RM - ARSHI'S ROOM
Khushi was still seated on the edge of the bed, fingers tracing the soft fabric of her sari. Her cheeks carried a rosy hue that refused to fade, and her lips were swollen from their kiss. Her fingers brushed her lips unconsciously, and she blushed again, heart fluttering.
She glanced toward the door. Arnavji still hadn't returned. He had been so gentle, so intense, so... hers. But did he feel the same way? Her heart had said yes, but her mind still hesitated.
"I won't ask him," she whispered to herself. "Let my love stay hidden for now. At least until I know he feels the same. Let this moment be mine."
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RM - STUDY
Arnav sat at his desk, his jaw clenched, eyes still clouded from the intensity of the kiss that left his mind fogged but his resolve sharper.
Aman entered quietly, shutting the door behind him. "You called me?"
Arnav nodded. "It's time, Aman. Garima and Sheetal won't stop. I want to tighten the net-bit by bit. Let them feel the pressure before they're exposed."
"And Shashi Gupta?" Aman asked, already anticipating the next move.
Arnav's eyes narrowed. "Call him. Not for confrontation. Not yet. I want to see how much he knows... and how much he pretends not to. Push his conscience. But not to embarrass him but to know what more he knew. Because I'm sure, he knows many thing which we don't still."
Aman smirked. "On it. And... Jenny sent a clip. Of Sheetal. Want to see it?"
Arnav didn't smile, but a dark glint lit his eyes. "Play it."
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Dungeon Building
The camera footage was grainy but captured every shiver of Sheetal's body. She was tied to a rusted chair, hair disheveled, lips cracked, clothes wrinkled. Her eyes darted in fear as Jenny circled her like a predator.
"You want water, sweetheart?" Jenny mocked with syrupy sweetness.
"Please... please, I'll die here... I'm not meant to-"
SPLASH!
An icy bucket of water landed on her head. Sheetal shrieked, gasping, teeth chattering.
Jenny crouched beside her, "Now now, you didn't die, did you? Drama queen."
"ASR will come... he will save me," Sheetal whimpered, breath catching.
Jenny burst into laughter. "Really? Do you think he'd save you? Poor delusional little thing. Do you really think your ASR has time for a bit** like you? Oh wait- he's busy with his newly wedded beautiful wife- Khushi." She showed her some paper cuttings.
Sheetal's face crumpled in despair. Jenny turned, her voice darkening,
"Get the doctor. She needs her daily injection of hope. It's such fun to watch it disappear."
Moments later, a masked figure entered. A syringe glinted. Sheetal screamed.
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BACK AT RM - STUDY
Arnav watched the footage without flinching. Aman shook his head. "Jenny's really enjoying her job."
Arnav stood. "She deserves it. Let her rot slowly... until we're ready to end it."
His phone buzzed.
"Hello?"
Jenny's voice crackled, amused. "She begged for your name again, ASR. Shall I tattooed it on her brain next?"
"Let her scream it a few more times," Arnav said coldly. "Then silence her for a while."
"Understood."
He hung up and looked at Aman. "Now, call Mr. Gupta."
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That's it for today.
I hope this part is not disappointing.
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