Terms of Control
The elevator climbed with a cold whisper, lifting Aisha into a world where she didn’t belong — high above the chaos of the city, into a glass kingdom owned by Rafael Morgan.
Floor 54.
As the doors slid open, the air itself felt richer — laced with silence and power. The kind that didn’t need to be spoken.
She walked nervously behind a sharply dressed assistant, heels echoing down a hallway lined with gold-framed abstract art.
Aisha Khan
What am I doing here?
I’m just a waitress. This is a mistake. A sick joke.
The assistant pushed open a massive door, and there he was — seated behind a glass desk, backlit by floor-to-ceiling windows.
Rafael Morgan- The same cold eyes. The same unreadable expression.
[Scene — Office Conversation]
Rafael Morgan
(Calmly) Sit.
Aisha hesitated, then obeyed.
Rafael Morgan
I assume you read the letter.
Aisha Khan
(Whispers) I don’t understand it.
Rafael Morgan
You don’t have to. You just have to sign.
Rafael Morgan
(leaning back)Because you’re exactly what I need. Unattached. Discreet. And… easy to control.
Aisha Khan
I’m not something to control.
Rafael Morgan
(coolly) Everyone has a price. Even you.
He slid a thick file across the desk.
Rafael Morgan
My family’s legacy is at risk. This marriage is business. Nothing more. You will play your part for one year. Then we divorce. You walk away rich.
Aisha stared at the contract.
Rafael Morgan
Your sister’s tuition. Your mother’s medical bills. All handled. Sign it… and you never have to struggle again.
She felt her chest tighten.
Aisha Khan
(Thinking)How dare he throw my pain at me like this?
{Aisha & Maya (Outside Office)}
Aisha Khan
I Just met him. The CEO.
Maya Sharma
What happened???
Aisha Khan
He offered to pay everything. All our debts. In exchange for marrying him. For one year.
Maya Sharma
That's insane....
Aisha Khan
Want to scream. But I’m so tired, Maya.
Maya Sharma
You don’t owe anyone your soul for money.
Aisha Khan
Maybe not… but what if selling it saves my family?
Aisha stood up, trembling but defiant.
Aisha Khan
One year. That’s all.
Rafael Morgan
One year. No love. No expectations. No drama.
But what neither of them knew... was that betrayal, secrets, and obsession don’t follow contracts.
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