đź•’ **Setting**: Same morning, after Babita receives the â‚ą1 lakh. Tension still lingers, but now it shifts into playful territory.
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**\[INT. BABITA'S FLAT – LIVING ROOM]**
*(Rishi is trying to regain composure after being overwhelmed by Babita's teasing presence. To break the tension, he blurts out something innocent — or at least, it was meant to be.)*
**Rishi (clearing throat):**
"Uh... could I have a glass of milk?"
*(Babita pauses mid-step, then slowly turns, her eyebrow raised, lips twitching into a knowing smile.)*
**Babita (playfully):**
"Milk?"
**Rishi (nervously):**
"Yeah… I just, uh, felt like drinking some doodh…"
*(Silence. Babita lets the moment hang, watching him squirm. Then — she smiles. A slow, mischievous smile.)*
**Babita:**
"My my, Rishi… that's a bold request. Asking for *that* so casually?"
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**Rishi (wide-eyed):**
"Wait— what? I meant actual milk! Like… from the fridge!"
**Babita (laughs softly):**
"Oh, I know what you *meant*... but the way you said it..."
*(She gives him a playful wink.)*
"It was cute."
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*(She walks toward the kitchen, swaying subtly. Rishi is still blushing when he calls out—)*
**Rishi:**
"Does… Iyer drink milk every night too?"
*(Babita turns halfway, glancing over her shoulder with a teasing look.)*
**Babita:**
"Hmm... he does. Every night."
*(She opens the fridge, takes out the milk bottle, and pours it into a glass slowly.)*
**Babita (grinning slyly):**
"He says he only likes *my* milk. Always fresh, always warm."
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**Rishi (choking slightly):**
"Wow\... really?"
**Babita (stepping closer, holding the glass):**
"Want to try mine too, Rishi? It's... tasty."
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**Rishi (narrating internally):**
*"At that point, I couldn't even look at the glass without blushing. I knew she was messing with me — and enjoying every second of it."*
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*(Babita hands him the glass with a soft laugh. Their fingers brush briefly. He takes it — hands trembling slightly.)*
**Babita (teasing):**
"Careful. Don't spill. It would be a shame to waste it."
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**Rishi (smirking):**
"I'll take good care of it. After all... it came from someone special."
*(Babita smiles — this time, not just teasing. Something softer behind her eyes. But before either of them can say more —)*
**\[KNOCK-KNOCK!]**
**Babita (quickly straightening):**
"That must be Iyer…"
**Rishi (sighing internally):**
*"Of course it is."*