Storms Within, Whispers of Fate

Scene 1: Prashant's Fury and Restlessness

A sudden knock echoed at the door of Prashant's room.

"Come in," he said coldly without lifting his head.

The door creaked open, and his assistant walked in—visibly nervous, as if he was walking into a lion's den.

"Sir… you have a meeting with Mr. Kapoor this evening," he murmured.

Prashant slowly lifted his gaze, piercing through the assistant with his eyes like a dagger. The assistant froze, his words sticking to his throat. He couldn't understand what he'd done wrong—after all, he was just doing his job. But the silence in Prashant's stare could scare even the boldest of men.

The truth was, Prashant's mind wasn't present in that room. It was tangled elsewhere—in Paakhi. He had thought she would be easy to forget, just another name, another face in his long list of conquests. But hours hadn't even passed and he was already obsessing over her like a madman.

She hadn't just slapped him—she had bruised his ego. The way she had rejected his check, the confidence in her eyes—it had shaken him more than he'd care to admit. Her fearless innocence, her quiet strength… they had etched themselves into his mind like ink on parchment.

In a fit of rage, he stood up and hurled the wine bottle from his desk. The bottle shattered on the floor, and his assistant jumped in fear.

"Dear God, save me from this demon," he whispered under his breath. "I'll offer a hundred rupees at the temple if I get out alive…"

Prashant grabbed him by the collar, snarling like a beast, "Find out who that girl is—the one from last night's Zoom meeting. How she got there, who sent her, where she's from—I want every single detail. Don't come back until you know everything!"

Before the echo of his voice faded, the assistant had already disappeared like a puff of smoke.

Prashant started throwing things across the room again, pacing like a caged tiger.

"You won't make me weak," he growled to himself. "I've come too far to fall because of you. Before you take over my mind, I'll control you. You can't become my weakness… I won't allow it."

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Scene 2: Jai and Vaani – Destiny's Preparation

Meanwhile, Jai had arrived in Shimla. He sat in the backseat of his car, heading toward his hotel, but his heart wasn't in the journey. There was something in the cold mountain breeze—a strange comfort, as if someone who belonged to him was hidden somewhere in the mist.

He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. And almost instantly, her face appeared—Vaani's. Her laughter echoed in his memories, warm and clear like a mountain spring.

He was pulled back to that moment—the first time he saw her. A mall. She was sitting with friends on a bench. They were playfully insisting she try on a western outfit, which she kept refusing.

"No, guys," she'd giggled nervously, "I'll look weird in that. It's not me."

But they'd dragged her into the trial room anyway. And when she stepped out, Jai's breath caught in his throat.

"How do I look?" she had asked innocently.

Her friends had showered her with compliments, and she blushed like a child, hugging one of them out of pure joy.

That moment had carved itself into Jai's soul. He had secretly captured her picture on his phone, stared at it for hours that night, whispering to himself, "You are mine... only mine."

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Scene 3: Collision at the School – A New Beginning

The next morning, Vaani was busy preparing breakfast for her son, Jeev. It was quiz competition day at school, and Jeev was participating for the first time. She hurried through her chores, packed his lunch, and walked him to school herself.

"Good luck, beta," she kissed his forehead tenderly.

She stood at the gate watching until he disappeared inside.

Just then, a black luxury car rolled into the school premises. The sharp elegance of the vehicle and the attitude with which it moved—it was clear the man inside wasn't ordinary.

Inside the car, Jai was already furious.

"If you're not here in ten minutes, you're fired!" he barked on the phone.

Neel, his assistant, was running as fast as he could toward the school, beads of sweat dripping down his temples.

Jai stepped out of the car, fuming, and strode toward the principal's office with aggressive steps.

"Where the hell is Neel…" he muttered.

And then—crash! Someone bumped into him.

Already irritated, Jai was about to lash out—but as he looked down, something changed.

A little boy sat on the ground, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes.

Jeev.

Jai's anger melted instantly. His gaze locked onto the child's face, and something stirred within him—deep, unsettling, yet oddly familiar. As if he knew those eyes. As if they belonged to someone he had once lost.

He crouched down, stunned, unable to explain the sudden softness overtaking him.

There was a strange connection, a pull—like a whisper from fate.

And in that quiet second, Jai felt something stir in his heart… a buried emotion… a forgotten truth… or perhaps, the beginning of one.