CITY-M, MIDDAY
The air in the boardroom of Tk jewellers was thick with a palpable tension, a scent of desperation clinging to the expensive furnishings.
Aakash, observing the scene unfold, hadn't anticipated the sheer depth of the crisis. Ledgers were haphazardly strewn across the table, their skewed figures painting a grim picture of financial disarray.
Unpaid invoices from auditors and designers lay scattered amongst them, silent testaments to the company's mounting debts.
Delayed inventory reports further compounded the sense of impending doom. The whispers of insolvency, once a distant threat, now echoed ominously in the hushed conversations. The very foundation of TK Jewellers seemed to be crumbling.
Jatin Rawal, the Board Chairman, his face etched with worry, addressed the room, his voice strained. "Half the gold supply chain collateral was grossly overstated," he revealed, the gravity of the situation evident in his tone. "There's a ₹710 crore hole in our finances. If this information leaks, if the market gets wind of this… we're finished. Utterly and completely finished."
Aakash, a silent observer amidst the chaos, meticulously scribbled notes, his mind racing to assess the damage. This was no longer just a strategic investment; it was a rapidly sinking ship, and his boss's mother, with her considerable stake in the company, was now trapped onboard.
INT. PRIVATE SUITE – SAME NIGHT
The muted glow of a bedside lamp illuminated Aakash's face as he dialed Riyansh, his voice urgent. "We have a serious problem," he stated without preamble.
On the other end of the line, Riyansh's voice was sharp with concern. "How bad?"
"Terminal," Aakash replied bluntly. "If we pull out now, your mother's investment becomes worthless. It'll be nothing but paper. We have two options: full withdrawal, accepting the loss, or… full control.
We take over."A silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by the hum of the phone line. Riyansh was clearly grappling with the implications.
Finally, after a long pause, Riyansh spoke, his voice tinged with a mixture of nostalgia and resolve. "They used to say TK Jewellers was the pride of our country. A symbol of craftsmanship and integrity."
"It still could be," Aakash countered, his voice firm. "But not with the current board. Not with this level of mismanagement."
Riyansh's response was decisive, unwavering. "Buy the rest. Acquire every single share. Do it quickly and discreetly."
CITY D— Morning
The boardroom of the Madhvan's Group, The proposed acquisition of TK Jewellers had created a deep rift within the board. While the numbers, on the surface, seemed to make financial sense, the brand's tarnished legacy, the recent history of fraudulent accounting practices, and the collapsing network of skilled artisans raised serious red flags.
Board Member 1, (known for his bluntness, voiced his concerns without hesitation): "We're not a rescue shelter for failing businesses. TK Jewellers is a liability, a financial black hole. The last three audits were clearly manipulated. We can't afford to take on this level of risk."
Board Member 2, (his eyes narrowed with suspicion, echoed the sentiment): "And why now? Why is this brand so suddenly urgent for us to save? What's the real motivation behind this acquisition?"
Meanwhile , outside the Madhvan investment HQ, a sleek black Rolls Royce had pulled up outside moments ago, its presence adding an air of anticipation. Now, its passenger, a figure of undeniable power and presence, walked into the room without a single knock, her arrival silencing the room.
The doors swung open again, emphasizing the dramatic entrance.
The entire room turned, their attention drawn to the unexpected interruption.All eyes were riveted on the newcomer.
Rishika Upadhyay, her expression unreadable, surveyed the room, her presence commanding immediate attention.
Composed. Graceful. Steel beneath silk. Her impeccably tailored business attire radiated quiet power, speaking volumes before she uttered a word.
Rishika Upadhyay, daughter of Amar Upadhyay (Chairman of Upadhyay group) entered the boardroom, her presence both a disruption and a declaration of intent. Her arrival sent a ripple through the assembled executives, palpably shifting the room's energy.
RISHIKA (coolly, her voice cutting through the hushed anticipation): Gentlemen. Continue. I'm just here to listen.
Her tone was polite, yet laced with an undercurrent of steel that hinted at her authority.
Flashback: (Years Ago – CITY D, MADHVAN RESIDENCE)
The garden behind the Madhvan estate shimmered under fairy lights and the soft fragrance of marigolds. But the real event wasn't outside—it was happening behind closed doors.
Inside the ancestral library, where the scent of sandalwood mingled with old paper and legacy, Om Madhvan, then a towering patriarch in his late sixties, sat before two children: a solemn, 7-year-old Riyansh, and a bright-eyed
5 -year-old Rishika clinging to her mother's hand.
Om gestured to the sealed folder on the table.
OM MADHVAN (to Savitri Devi Upadhyay): "This isn't just a bond between two children. This is a partnership between two legacies. Your granddaughter will grow into this name. When she turns eighteen, these shares—8% of our Upadhyay investment holding—will be hers. Until then, they're held in trust. Protected. Untouched."
Riyansh glanced at Rishika shyly.
Om placed a delicate antique gold bracelet on her wrist.
OM MADHVAN (to Rishika): "This company was built by artisans. By honesty. You'll understand when the time is right. Until then, guard it. Like fire." —END.
Before the boardroom meeting ,– CITY D, EARLY EVENING
Rishika, now 23, returned to Country I for an infrastructure roundtable—but her phone buzzed with an unexpected name: "Rubika Madhvan – Incoming Call."
RUBIKA'S (on phone): "Rishika beta, I wouldn't call if it wasn't important. Please meet me. In person."
There was no hesitation in Rishika's voice.
RISHIKA: "Send me the address."
PRIVATE VILLA, CITY D – NIGHT
The villa was dimly lit, and Rubika Madhvan, looked wearier than Rishika remembered. She offered no small talk—just handed over a leather-bound folder, its golden Madhvan seal embossed deep.
Rubika (softly): "Rubika told her that Riyansh wanted to buy shares of the TK jewellers,but now there are some problems in it and she came to know about all this from her husband. She told Rishika the entire sorry related to TK jewellers.The fraud, betrayal. Now the brand's name is dying."
Rishika's face was calm—but her eyes were already scanning the documents.
Rubika : "You were always more than a child bride in a story our elders wrote. Father in- Law saw something. He gave you this—8%. It's been in trust till your eighteenth birthday. It's yours now."
RISHIKA (quietly): "And you want me to use it to save TK Jewellers."
Rubika: "No. I want you to save Riyansh. Help him…."
Rishika closed the folder and stood.
RISHIKA: "Then let's begin."
PRESENT DAY
BOARD MEMBER 3 (whispering nervously, barely audible): Is that... Upadhyay's daughter?
He leaned towards his colleague, eyes wide with awe and apprehension.
BOARD MEMBER 1 (sharply, correcting him): She holds 8% now. She's not just an observer. She's a significant shareholder, and her presence carries weight.He adjusted his tie, betraying his unease.
As murmurs swirled around the room, and doubts about their current venture resurfaced, Rishika listened intently, her gaze growing steelier with each passing comment. She absorbed the room's anxieties, the unspoken questions hanging in the air. Then, with a commanding voice, she spoke.
RISHIKA (firmly): Buy the rest. All of it. Every loose share. Every floating vote. A hush fell over the room, her decisive command silencing the previous anxieties.
INT. PRIVATE STRATEGY ROOM – NIGHT
The room, bathed in the cool glow of computer screens, was a sanctuary of focused energy. Rishika and Aakash meticulously reviewed internal TK ledgers, poring over the company's financial records. Rishika's eyes narrowed as she scrutinized entries, a period marked by significant financial irregularities.
RISHIKA (sharply): They funneled vendor payments through dummy artisan accounts. These discrepancies are not simple accounting errors; they are evidence of a deeper, more insidious problem. This is systemic corruption, carefully orchestrated and concealed.
AAKASH (gravely): And it began right before the founder's illness, a period of vulnerability and transition. Once the family's grip loosened, opportunistic individuals moved in to exploit the situation.
RISHIKA (with conviction): Then let's not just revive the brand. Let's restore its integrity, its core values, and its legacy. We will rebuild it stronger and more resilient than before.
INT. MADHAVAN CEO'S OFFICE – NEXT DAY
The atmosphere in the CEO's office was thick with tension. Rishika, no longer the young woman once engaged to a Madhavan heir, sat across from the new CEO, radiating power and authority. She spoke with the unwavering weight of a significant shareholder, her words carrying the force of her family's legacy.
RISHIKA (coldly): I invested in your vision for the future of this company, not your personal distractions and internal power struggles. The board is in significant disagreement over the TK deal, and you are rapidly losing control. This disunity weakens us and exposes us to unnecessary risks.
CEO Riyansh (measured): The board's opinion, while important, does not represent the entirety of the company. We have a choice: cleanse the corruption and rebuild, or succumb to the internal rot and collapse. The stakes are high, and the consequences are dire.
Rishika (nodding curtly): Then let's cleanse. But we will do it my way. There will be no unnecessary bloodbaths, no public displays of retribution. Only the unwavering pursuit of truth and accountability.
She informed Riyansh of her departure tomorrow.
Riyansh was surprised, asking for elaboration on her sudden decision.
Rishika explained her visit was personal, but she intervened upon learning of his challenges.
Having provided support, she felt confident resuming her plans as Riyansh regained control. Her presence was no longer essential, and she could leave knowing the situation was stabilizing.....