EXT. CITY-D INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT – DAY
Rishika, enveloped in a stylish trench coat, stood at the departure gate, passport in hand. She paused, turning to look back.
Behind the glass, Veer Upadhyay, her brother, stood out from the bustling crowd. His sharp suit, accented by a traditional jacket, spoke of his refined taste and unwavering confidence. His expression was unreadable.
RISHIKA (softly): Veer bhaiya... don't get too close to them. The dynamics of power have shifted. The game's changed, and the players are not always who they seem.
VEER (calmly, yet with determination): That's precisely why I've returned. The shifting landscape presents both challenges and opportunities.
Next morning, A sleek black Rolls Royce pulls into the Madhavan Group headquarters. A hush falls over the lobby.
Veer Upadhyay, 26, sharp-suited, with an icy demeanor, exits the car. No media. No greetings. Just power.
He walks straight into the top floor. Riyansh, greets him briefly.
Riyansh: "Did Rishika send you?"
Veer (flatly): "She left. I entered. Let's talk empire."
Veer reviews Madhavan Group's internal books and uncovers: Hidden partnerships with politically exposed persons (PEPs).
Unbilled luxury projects linked to shell firms
Construction kickbacks tied to TK Jewelers' past board members.
Veer's Approach: Unlike Rishika, who believes in diplomacy, Veer operates through leverage and clean exits.
Veer told Riyansh, "You don't need allies. You need immunity."
He set a condition.The Upadhyay Group would back Riyansh and inject ₹1100 crore in capital.
The Madhvan Capital Tower — CEO's Office
A quiet hum of filtered air and soft jazz filled the polished, glass-paneled office.
Aarushi, Riyansh's meticulous executive secretary, stepped into his office with a sleek black leather folder in hand.
Aarushi (gently): "Sir, an official invitation has arrived from Allis Law University. It's for a special conference titled 'Corporate Law and Ethics in Business.' You've been requested to attend as a guest industrialist."
Riyansh looked up from the legal brief he was reviewing. Clad in a tailored steel-grey suit, his gaze was sharp, but his tone was calm—measured as always.
Riyansh (without lifting his pen): "Who's the keynote speaker?"
Aarushi: "Riyansh Madhvan, sir."
That name paused his pen mid-signature.
Riyansh (half-smiling): "Interesting choice. Riyansh speaking on ethics… Allis Law must be aiming for impact."
Aarushi remained professional, though a small smile threatened at the corners of her lips.
Aarushi: "They've invited several prominent names from law firms, academia, and major corporate houses. Your name is listed alongside Supreme Court advocates and ex-CAG officers."
Riyansh (after a thoughtful pause): "Confirm my presence. Block my calendar for the day. I'll attend."
Aarushi: "Understood. Shall I have PR coordinate with the university for media handling?"
Riyansh: "Yes. And prep a briefing on current ethical compliance debates—especially in infrastructure and retail sectors. If I'm going, I intend to speak up."
Aarushi (nodding): "I'll have it on your desk by morning."
She turned to leave.
Riyansh (calling out as she neared the door): "Aarushi."
She paused and looked back.
Riyansh: "Send a polite note to the university—mention I look forward to engaging in a serious dialogue. No fluff. Just facts."
Aarushi (with a hint of a smile): "Of course, sir."
As the door closed behind her, Riyansh leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing at the name on the invitation header again—"Riyansh Madhvan – Keynote Address."
Riyansh (quietly to himself): "Let's see what version of truth he decides to speak."
On the other's side: Life hadn't changed overnight for Aakash Mital, but it had definitely started to change.
Aakash still lived in his ancestral home — the same old house built with brick and wood, where he stayed with his grandmother, uncles, aunts, and extended family.
The courtyard looked just as it always had — the old neem tree, the earthy floor, and the rope swing in the corner where, in childhood, Aakash used to play while his father laughed nearby.
Only now, the swing was often used to bring Aakash's paralyzed father out into the sun.
After proving himself at Madhavan Group, Aakash received a well-deserved salary raise. It wasn't luxury-level money, but it was enough to: Pay for a professional caregiver for his father,
Upgrade daily essentials for the family, Support his sister's education without loans, And, for the first time, allow his mother to rest — even if just a little.
At work, Aakash's presence had begun to matter. His ideas were getting noticed. His name was now part of real decision-making.
Even Riyansh and Veer Upadhyay had started forwarding him files with a single line: "Run your analysis on this."
One evening, as the sunlight filtered through the courtyard grill, Aakash sat beside his father's wheelchair.
The house was noisy with family conversations, cooking sounds, and children playing — but around his father, everything felt still.
"We're still here, Papa," he whispered.
"In this same house. But now… things are changing."
His father couldn't respond. His gaze stayed fixed.
But a faint flicker in his eyes — a shimmer, a softness — told Aakash that somewhere inside, he understood.
They hadn't left their old home.But slowly, they were leaving behind the old struggles.
Under the same roof… a new life had begun.
Location: Allis Law University – Seminar Hall
A special conference on "Corporate Law and Ethics in Business," featuring prominent industrialists and legal experts. Keynote speaker: Riyansh Madhvan.
Kavya Thakur volunteered, managing guest coordination.Within the bustling seminar hall of Allis Law University, Kavya Thakur, a thoughtful and determined law student, encountered Riyansh Madhvan.
Mr. Madhvan, the distinguished young business leader and keynote speaker, was often referenced by professors and held in high regard by fellow students.Poised and attentive, Ms. Thakur stood near the entrance with a clipboard, responsible for greeting guests and guiding them to their assigned seats.
She checked the time: "11:00 AM — Mr. Riyansh Madhvan's arrival."
She'd heard the name countless times. Everyone had.
The ruthless strategist. The silent boardroom wolf. The man who never smiled unnecessarily.
But nothing — no article, no photo — had prepared her for what happened next.
The doors opened. And he walked in.
First Glance, Tall. Measured. Unshakable.Wearing a tailored navy suit and no expression at all.There was no air of celebrity — only the quiet command of someone who knew the world obeyed him without noise.
And Kavya froze. For a moment, the chaos of the hall blurred.
The announcements. The crowd. The rustle of papers — all disappeared.
It was as if her mind whispered, "There you are."
Not because she knew him. But because some deep, unexplainable part of her recognized him.
She swallowed hard and stepped forward.
Kavya (softly):"Mr. Madhvan? I'm Kavya Thakur. I'll be showing you to the seminar lounge."
He nodded once, politely. His eyes barely lingered — but when they did, they flicked over her with quiet precision. Not flirtation. Just awareness.
The Walk Down the Hall: They walked side by side in silence.
Kavya could hear her own heartbeat.She wasn't the type to get swept away. She read legal theory for fun. She liked silence. She didn't believe in fairy tales.
But something about him — the quiet restraint, the inner stillness — pulled at her in ways she couldn't understand.
He didn't ask her name again. He didn't ask idle questions. But when they reached the lounge and she turned to speak, he looked directly at her.
Riyansh: "Thank you, Miss Thakur."
His tone briefly softened, as if in acknowledgment.
Kavya walked back to registration, her legs feeling strangely light. Inwardly, a spark ignited. It wasn't infatuation, nor a crush.
Something quieter. Deeper. Unsettlingly real.
"He didn't even notice me properly," she thought.
"But I think... I'll remember this day for the rest of my life."