Phone ringing…
Prithvi: "Hello?"
Sunanda Suryavanshi (angrily): "What the hell, Prithvi! Where are you?"
Prithvi (irritated): "Stop it, Nayara… What do you want?"
Sunanda (furious): "Are you with some girl again? All you care about is parties and drinks! Have you seen the condition of the company? If this continues, we'll be on the streets!"
Prithvi: "Mom, it's Sunday. At least let me live in peace for one day."
Sunanda: "Every day is a Sunday for you! Do you even work? If you did, our company wouldn't be falling apart. Look at Vikram—where he's reached. His company is breaking records every day, and you… you're busy chasing girls."
Prithvi (raging): "He got 80% of the property while I was given 20%—like charity! I'm also Narayan Suryavanshi's son, Mom. So why was I treated like the outsider? And those two old people? They pretend to care, but they only ever support Vikram!"
Sunanda: "That's exactly why I keep telling you—stop drowning in alcohol and women. Do something before we lose everything."
Prithvi: "I'm trying! Didn't I grab that tender last month? Just don't start this early in the morning. Bye."
He ends the call.
Nayara (playfully): "Why are you upset, Prithvi? Come on, fix your mood."
Prithvi (smirking): "That's what I gave you those diamond earrings for—fix my mood."
He pulls her closer as they sink into intimacy.
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Suryavanshi Mansion – Morning After
Tara wakes up early. She's been awake for over three hours but hasn't moved because Vikram has been holding her tightly—his arms wrapped around her like he feared she'd vanish if he let go.
Tara (in her mind): Why can't I move? Why can't I wake him up? Why can't I just push him away like before? What's wrong with me?
Vikram stirs awake and notices she's been up.
They both look at each other for a moment—awkward yet strangely calm. Vikram lets go.
Tara: "Are you okay?"
Vikram (nodding): "Yeah."
They both freshen up and come down for breakfast.
But Tara is absent-minded—she places the spoon under the plate and tries to eat from it.
Everyone notices. Vikram raises a brow.
Vikram: "Tara, unless you're planning to eat air today, your spoon goes on the plate, not under it."
Tara snaps out of her thoughts, a little embarrassed. Dada and Dadi chuckle warmly.
She eats a little and excuses herself to the garden.
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Garden Conversations
Tara sits on the swing, lost in thought.
Tara (thinking): What happened to Vikram's sir mother? Why hasn't anyone told me how she passed away? And why did seeing that photo album make Vikram sir so angry before? He's always in control—what happened last night that made him scream like that?
She argues with herself silently.
"You're not a family member, Tara. You're only here because of a contract. Stay within your limits."
Just then, a voice interrupts her spiraling thoughts.
Vikram (softly): "Someone's deep in thought today."
Tara (startled): "You… when did you get here?"
Vikram: "Thirty minutes ago."
He sits beside her on the swing. Tara shifts a little, creating space.
Vikram (teasing): "Why are you moving away? It's not like we haven't touched before."
Tara (nervously): "That… was in sleep."
Vikram (playfully): "Still happened."
Vikram (more serious now): "What's bothering you? You can tell me."
Tara: "You don't help me, Vikram sir. You create problems."
Vikram (sighs): "I don't create problems. You invite them and then blame me."
Tara (stands up): "I don't want to talk to you."
Vikram grabs her wrist gently.
Tara (nervously): "Please let go… let me go."
He pulls her slightly, and she loses balance—falling onto his lap. The swing creaks, then breaks—sending them both crashing to the ground.
They burst into laughter.
Tara (while getting up): "You dropped me!"
Vikram (grinning): "No, Tara… You've just gained weight. The swing couldn't handle it."
Tara (offended): "Really? I've been using that swing for days! It never broke before. It broke because of you!"
Vikram: "Why don't you just listen to me for once?"
Tara: "About what?"
Vikram: "Why you're upset. Was it about last night?"
Tara hesitates.
Tara: "No. It's just some personal stuff."
Vikram: "Is it about your dad? You can go meet him if you want."
Tara (nods): "Thank you."
Vikram: "Let's go inside. And I'm ordering a stronger swing—clearly not everyone is easy to carry."
Tara (angrily): "That's the fourth time you've called me fat! You want me to spin around and show you from every angle?!"
Vikram (steps closer, taps her forehead lightly): "Right here. That's where the weight is."
He walks away.
Tara stands frozen, then realizes what he meant. She storms inside.
Tara (fuming): "He called me mentally fat?!"
She enters their room.
Tara: "You think I'm mentally fat?!"
Vikram (grinning): "Wow, you understood that faster than I thought. You're getting smarter."
Tara: "Mr. Suryavanshi—"
Vikram (walking toward her): "Yes?"
Tara (nervous): "Just… stay there. I'll speak from here."
Vikram (amused): "Go ahead."
Tara freezes. Her mind blanks.
Tara: "I have nothing to say."
Vikram: "As you wish."
Tara sits on the couch and notices a large box of chocolates on the table.
Tara (excitedly): "Chocolates! Are these for me?!"
Vikram: "Yes. I don't eat chocolates."
Tara (blushing): "Dadi must love me so much!"
Vikram: "I ordered them."
Tara (shocked): "What?!"
Vikram: "Eat them. They're not poisoned."
Tara: "Honestly, your words hurt more than poison ever could."
Vikram's face falls. He quietly goes to the bed and sits down. Tara notices.
Tara (aloud): "Well, I can't say no to chocolates!"
She starts eating. Vikram watches her, a small smile appearing on his face.
Tara (in her mind): Why did he order these? Is this his way of saying thank you… or sorry? He'll never say it out loud.
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