“When love isn’t soft… it’s war fought in whispers, glares, and loaded guns.”

🎭 Avantika’s POV — The Calm Before the Storm?

The air in the mansion wasn’t air. It was tension. Thick, suffocating, charged.

Her fingers gripped the windowpane as she watched the man outside.

Who was he?

Why did his stare feel like... like it peeled her skin back and read every secret she didn’t know she had?

"Kaun hai yeh... aur itna ajeeb kyun lag raha hai mujhe?"

🚪 Meanwhile — Downstairs Mafia Showdown:

Sagar stormed into the lounge — hands shoved into his pockets, but posture screaming: “I own this place. I own this world.”

The man casually lounging on his sofa?

Veer Malhotra.

Black boots crossed over each other, a glass of whiskey swirling lazily in his hand like he had all the time in the world to burn.

Veer (smirking):

"Tch tch... Sagar Nalini Prabhakar. Tu badla nahi... ab bhi gusse mein itna hi sexy lagta hai."

Sagar’s fists clenched. Jaw ticking.

Sagar:

"Baat gusse ki nahi... tu zinda kyun hai ab tak, iski hai."

Veer stood, slow... deliberate... like a snake uncoiling.

Veer:

"Relax. Main koi fight nahi laaya. Sirf... ek deal. Aur haan... ek purana adhura rishta complete karne."

Sagar (cold smile):

"Mujhe teri deals ki zarurat nahi, Veer. Aur tere rishte mere ghar ke bahar ache lagte hain."

Veer chuckled darkly — a sound that didn’t match humor but matched danger.

Veer:

"Yeh dekh ke acha laga... ki tu ab bhi cheezein claim karna nahi bhoola. Jaise... ek aur cheez ki."

Sagar’s eyes narrowed. "Kya matlab hai iska?"

⚡ Parallel — Avantika’s POV (She Steps Into Chaos):

Curiosity killed cats. And apparently... brides of mafia kings too.

She descended the stairs — drawn toward the voices.

Her dupatta dragged behind her, hair messy from the chaos of the night and the storm of her mind.

And that’s when she saw him. Face to face.

Veer Malhotra.

The second his eyes met hers — his entire posture changed. His smirk faltered... not into softness... but into something sharper. Haunting. Obsessive. Possessive. Familiar.

His lips parted. For a split second, Veer wasn’t a mafia don. He was a man... looking at a ghost.

His lips parted. For a split second, Veer wasn’t a mafia don. He was a man... looking at a ghost.

"Tera chehra... ab bhi waise ka waise hai..." he whispered — just enough for her to hear.

Avantika (stepping back, frowning):

"Mujhe... main aapko jaanti nahi... aap kaun—"

Veer (cutting her off, voice dropped):

"Abhi nahi... par jaldi... tum sab kuch jaanogi."

💥 Sagar — SNAPS:

Sagar’s palm slammed the table so hard that the whiskey glass shattered.

Sagar (voice cold, teeth gritted):

"Aankhon se haath tak nahi pohochna chahiye, Veer. Main warn nahi karta. Main bas todta hoon."

He stepped protectively in front of Avantika — caging her behind his arm.

Sagar:

"Aage ka raasta... ya toh mere doston ka hai... ya mere kabrastan ka. Tere liye kya hoga... tu khud decide kar."

Veer chuckled again but this time... hollow.

Veer:

"Chalo... dekhte hain. Kismat kiski hai, Sagar... aur kaun kiska hai."

With one final long, burning stare at Avantika — he walked out.

⚡ Tension Post-Exit — Mafia Couple Energy:

The door slammed. Silence.

Avantika stared at Sagar. He stared back.

Both breathing hard. Both furious. Both confused. Both... dangerously drawn to each other despite every rational reason not to be.

Avantika (snapping):

"Woh kaun tha, Sagar? Aur woh mujhe us tarah kyun dekh raha tha jaise... jaise main koi..."

Sagar (growling):

"Koi trophy? Koi past? Koi obsession? Haan... kyunki woh wahi dekh raha tha."

He closed the distance. Fingers cupping her face — not gentle — but not cruel either. Possessive. Terrified. Furious. Obsessive.

Sagar (voice low, rough):

"Ab sun ke samajh le, Avantika... duniya mein do hi raste hain... ek jo mujhe chhod ke guzarta hai... aur dusra jo mujhe chhod ke guzarta hi nahi."

His forehead pressed against hers. Breath mingling.

"Tere paas bhi wahi do raste hain. Ya toh tu mujhe accept kare... ya main tujhe apne tareeke se apna bana lunga."

💣 Final Scene — Cliffhanger Setup:

Outside the mansion...

Veer lit a cigarette, watching the haveli from afar.

"Game set hai, Sagar. Ab tum dono dekhna... tumhara pyaar kaise bikhar ta hai... jab main kismat ka patta palat ke rakh dunga."

Silence. That dangerous kind of silence where even breathing feels like a mistake.

Veer stood. Glass empty. Eyes full of mischief... and something darker.

Veer (smirk widening):

"Dekh Sagar... tu chahe jitna bhi gussa ho... sach to ye hai... ki mujhe bhi teri zarurat hai... aur tujhe bhi meri."

Sagar’s jaw clenched. His hands curled into fists so tight that his knuckles turned white.

Sagar (gritting):

"Zarurat nahi... majboori keh sakte ho. Par haan... tu sahi keh raha hai."

Avantika blinked — confused, furious, stunned.

"Wait... what!? What deal? What’s happening...?"

Sagar (cold but controlled, turning to Veer):

"Ek baat yaad rakh, Veer... tu ab mera partner hai. Dost nahi. Na kabhi tha... na kabhi hoga. Yeh sirf faayde ka sauda hai."

Veer (chuckling, standing up to shake hands):

"Aur kya chahiye, Sagar? Dosti main bhi nahi chahta... par dushman bhi abhi nahi banna. Kal ka kya pata?"

Their hands gripped. Firm. Heavy. Full of unsaid threats.

💣 Veer’s Mind (Internal Monologue):

"Perfect... Sagar. Mujhe andar bula ke... tune khud hi apne ghar ka raasta khola hai. Ab main bas dekhunga... kab aur kaise main teri duniya todta hoon... aur Avantika... tujhe apna banata hoon."

⚡ Sagar’s Mind (Internal Monologue):

"Kamina samajhta hai main bevakoof hoon... par nahi Veer... main tujhe andar bulaya hai... taaki tujhe nazar ke samne rakh sakun. Door rehke jo dushman maar nahi sakta... use nazdeek laake kaata jaata hai."

🔥 Avantika (Snapping):

"Excuse me! Tum dono ki gangster deal ke beech... kya mujhe bhool gaye ho?"

Veer’s eyes flicked to her. That same unsettling hunger there — but softened with a cruel kind of charm.

Veer (smirking):

"Kaise bhool sakta hoon, Avantika ji... aapko dekh ke hi to mujhe laga... ki yeh deal karna banta hai."

Sagar stepped in front, blocking her view, voice dropping into a deadly growl.

Sagar:

"Nazaron tak theek hai... haathon tak kabhi nahi badhegi Veer. Samjha?"

Veer laughed, hands raised like “Relax, bro” but his eyes whispered — "We’ll see."

🏁 Scene Ends — Tension = MAX:

Veer walked away — but left a shadow behind. One that wrapped around Avantika’s spine and refused to leave.

Sagar turned, grabbing Avantika’s wrist — not roughly but firmly.

Sagar (low, dangerous):

"Apne kamre mein raho. Yeh duniya... aur yeh log... tum soch bhi nahi sakti kitne khatarnaak hain."

Avantika (snapping, yanking her wrist):

"Main tumhari property nahi hoon, Sagar! Tum jo chaaho woh nahi kar sakte mere saath."

Sagar (steps closer, breath hot against her ear):

"Galat. Main jo chaaho... woh hi hota hai."

💣 Zoom Out — Outside the Mansion:

Veer lit a cigarette. A crooked smile dancing on his lips.

"Sagar... tune apne haathon se mujhe apne ghar ka darwaza khol diya. Ab dekh... main kaise tujhe todta hoon... aur Avantika kaise meri banegi. Us wajah se... jo tu kabhi samajh bhi nahi paayega."

The camera pans to his pocket — inside, a torn old photograph... of a girl. A girl that looks exactly like Avantika.