Episode 4
The morning sunlight slips through the white curtains. Monitors beep rhythmically. Mahima slowly opens her eyes, blinking in confusion. Her body aches, her throat is dry. She looks around… sterile walls, IV drip, unfamiliar environment.
Mahima
(whispers, panicking)
Where… am I?
[A nurse quickly notices and calls the doctor. Moments later, the doctor walks in.]
Doctor: (gently)
You’re safe now. You were unconscious for a few days. But you’re stable.
Take deep breaths. You’re in a hospital.
Mahima
: (trembling)
My… my little brother… Aarav. Where is he?
He’s just five… he must be alone… please…
[She tries to sit up, but the doctor gently stops her.]
[Just then, the door opens. Raghav steps inside, well-dressed and calm.]
Raghav sinha
You don’t have to worry about your brother, Mahima.
He’s safe… in good hands.
[Mahima looks at him, confused and guarded.]
Raghav sinha
(smiling politely)
Someone trying to fix things…
You’ve been through a lot. And we want to make it right.
My client is willing to offer you compensation.
50 lakhs. No questions, no press. Everything ends here.
[Mahima’s expression hardens. Her tears turn into strength.]
Mahima
You think money can buy silence?
Raghav sinha
(tone changes, eyes darken)
No. But fear can.
If you want your little brother to stay safe, Mahima…
you’ll do what we say.
[A beat of silence. Mahima’s breath quickens. Her mind races. But her eyes—burning with pain and rage—don’t blink.]
Mahima
(softly, but firmly)
You don’t know who you’re threatening.
Raghav sinha
(cold, professional)
The offer stands. Think about it.
Your answer decides how things unfold.
I’ll be in touch.
He turns to leave, his footsteps echoing slightly on the tiled floor. As he reaches the door
Mahima
(softly, with a trembling voice)
My brother...
Please… don’t hurt him.
He’s all I have.
Raghav sinha
Raghav pauses, his back still turned. A half-smile creeps onto his face—cold, calculated.
You don't worry...
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Raghav slowly steps out of Mahima’s room, shutting the door behind him. His face now completely businesslike—no trace of empathy left. He walks to the end of the corridor, pulls out his phone, and dials a number.
Raghav sinha
: (calm and precise)
Sir…
She’s awake.
And handled.
No need to worry—everything is under control.
vikram mehra
Good.
Make sure it stays that way.
Kunal should remain untouched.
This matter must not reach the media again.
Raghav sinha
Of course, sir.
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