Vansh stood up and grabbed his jacket, his expression determined, "Fine, agar tu jaa raha hai to main bhi tere saath chalunga kyoki kal raat ko jo kaand tu kar ke aya hai na, hmare liye bahut risky ho sakta hai. Or main tujhe bilkul bhi akela nahi chhodunga or mujhe koi argument chahiye is topic par.

(Translation - Alright, I'm coming with you. The mess you pulled off last night could be seriously risky for us. There's no way I'm leaving you alone, and I don't want any arguments about this."

Adi sighed, knowing Vansh wouldn't back down.

"Fine, let's go," he agreed, his voice calm but firm.

They got into the car. As they drove through the bustling streets.

Scene - 1

The screech of tires echoed as his sleek black car come to a sudden halt. A tiny, trembling puppy stood frozen in the middle of the road, its wide eyes filled with terror.

"Damn it," Kabir, seated beside him, cursed under his breath. "Idiots leaving animals on the road."

Vansh, sitting in the backseat, clicked his tongue. "Should I get down and move it?"

Before anyone could act, the passenger door of a nearby car swung open. A girl stormed out, her hair wipping around her face. She moved swiftly, fearlessly stepping in front of his car.

His hand instinctively hovered near the window control, but he didn't press it. His sharp eyes stayed fixed on her as she knelt in the middle of the road. Her dedicate fingers scooped up the trembling puppy, cradling it close to her chest.

And then she turned toward them, eyes blazing.

"Are you blind or just stupid?" her voice sharp enough to cut glass. "Kya tumhe kuch dikhta nahi? Andhe hokar gaadi chlate hain awaragard. Bail mein inse jyada buddhi hoti hogi. Pta nahi gaadi chala rahe hain ya missile launch kar rahe hain, ameer baap ki bigdi aulaaden.

(Translation - Can't you see anything? Do you drive blind? Even stray bulls have more sense than you. I don't know whether you're driving a car or launching a missile - spoiled brats of rich fathers!)

Kabir's jaw dropped. "Uh... Did she just-"

Before he could finish, her voice dripping with indignation. "Kutte ki jaan bhi nahi bakshate ye dust awara, ghar ka rasta bhul gaye hain pta dimag ghutno mein hai inka."

(Translation - They don't even spare a dog's life! These worthless wanderers have forgotten the way home. Who knows, maybe their brains are in their knees!)

He remained unfazed, his expression cool but intensely focused.

But Vansh said, "Bhai, wo hame awaragard bol gayi. Sach mein, hum ise aise hi Jane denge?"

(Translation - Bhai, that girl just called us spoiled brats wandering aimlessly on the streets. Seriously, are we going to let that slide?)

His gaze still calm and composed, replied, "Let her speak. She's just talking."

Vansh's eyes widened in disbelief, "Kya? Sirf baat kar rahi hai? Bhai, wo sirf wahin nahi ruki. Usne hume seedha 'ameer baap ki bigdi Hui aulaaden' kah diya. Dekh tujhe fark nahi padta kyonki tera baap nahi hai, lekin mera hai! Or main ise Bina jawab diye nahi jaane dunga!"

(Translation - What? Just talking? She didn't stop at that, Bhai. She straight - up called us 'rich men's spoiled kids.' Look, you may not care because you don't have a father, but I do! And there's no way I'm letting her walk away without a response.)

He ignored him completely, his focus fixed on her.

It was unlike him. He never listened to anyone - not even when they begged, screamed, or raged. His word was law, and his ears were deaf to all else.

But right now, he was silent, listening, watching, captivated.

She oblivious to his uncharacteristic stillness, continued her fiery rant. Her words were relentless, her anger raw and unapologetic.

Vansh watches him for a moment and then burst out angrily. "Seriously, Bhai? That girl has the guts to scold us like we're school kids, and we're just sitting here listening like she's showering us with flowers instead of insults!"

His voice remains steady. "Let it go. We're getting late."

Vansh scoffs, throwing his hands up. "Oh really? Now we're suddenly late? Then why the hell were we sitting here wasting time like jobless idiots for so long?"

He says, "Vansh, enough yaar. Let's go." His voice low.

A strange warmth flinckered inside him, but he quickly shook it off, narrowing his eyes.

"What the hell, Adi? Get a grip," he muttered under his breath as they continued driving.

"AS Dimond Collection"

But he wanted to see her again.

At the showroom, his focus returned to work. The staff greets him with respect and a touch of fear. As he inspects the latest collection, he notices a minor flaw in one of the pieces. His sharp eyes miss nothing.

"Who approved this design?" He asks, his voice icy.

The manager stammers,

"S... sir, it was an oversight. We'll fix it immediately."

He glares but doesn't lose his temper.

"See that you do. This brand represents perfection. Anything less is unacceptable."

His sharp mind assessed every details until he was satisfied.

Scene - 2

Just as they were about to leave, his gaze was drawn to the counter and there she was again.

The same girl.

She stood there, flipping through some brochures, unaware of his piercing stare. Time seemed to slow down. His heartbeat quickened, a rare and sensation for someone like him.

"What a strange feeling..." He whispered to himself. "Adi, what happening to you? She's just a girl like any other, but why does she make you feel different."

He inhaled deeply, trying to steady himself.

Kabir approached hesitantly, sensing his unusual distraction.

"Boss, everything's fine," he said cautiously.

He didn't respond immediately. His eyes remained fixed on the girl. After a few moments, he made up his mind.

"Kabir, give me a mask," he ordered.

Vansh frowned, puzzled.

"Why do you need a mask? And where exactly are your eyes wondering?"

He smirked faintly, his voice low.

"Not too many questions right now."

Meanwhile, she was entirely unaware of the intense gaze fixed on her. She was engrossed in the excitement of selecting jewelry for her upcoming wedding.

Taking the mask from Kabir, he walked toward the counter.

The staff instinctively moved forward to assist him, but silenced them with a single commanding gesture.

"Excuse me," he said in a deep, composed voice.

The girl (Meera Sharma) was engrossed in examining a set when the sudden voice from behind startled her. She turned swiftly, her eyes wide with surprise.

For a fleeting moment, their eyes met.

He felt his breath hitch as if the world had stopped turning. Her gaze was sharp yet mesmerizing, and it unsettled something deep within him.

"What the f*cking hell is happening to you, Adi? Control, Adi. Control." He scolding himself silently, forcing his expression to remain impassive despite the choes inside.

She unaware of the effect she had on him, smiled politely, assuming he was part of the staff.

After a brief pause, he finally spoke, though his words felt almost detected from the intensity of the moment.

"Let me show you some of our exclusive sets," he said, his voice calm, though his heart was anything but.

"Yes, could you help us with this piece? We're looking for something timeless yet unique." She says.

"Of course," he said smoothly, stepping closer.

"This necklace is beautiful, but may I suggest something even more special?

Meanwhile Vansh, standing with Kabir in the corner, couldn't help but mutter under his breath. "This guy's lost it. We're here to show jewelry, and he's acting like he's fallen in love at first sight."

Then says to Kabir, "What the hell is going on here? We came here for important meeting, and this is what he call important?"

Kabir, slightly defensive, responds, "Vansh Bhai, I don't get what's running through Boss's head. One minute he's serious, the next he's blowing things up like it's a routine."

Vansh smirks and says, "And why do I have this strange feeling that he's taken a liking to that girl?"

Kabir laughs dismissively, "No way, Vansh Bhai, Boss and girls? That's impossible. He doesn't have space for such feelings in his life."

Meanwhile, he is with her, showing her the sets, she along with her family, inspects them and takes the selected ones. As she leaves, he watches silently, lost in thought.

Vansh approaches him and asks, "What's all this drama, Adi?"

He looking slightly unsettled, replies, "I don't know, Vansh."

He then turns towards Kabir with serious tone, "Kabir, who is that girl?"

Kabir, clueless, responds, "Boss, I seriously have no idea. I don't know anything about her."

His eyes darken, "Find out everything about her. I want to know where she's from, her background, everything."

Kabir nods reluctantly, "Got it, Boss."

Vansh interjects with sharp tone, "Kabir, shut your mouth. No questions, no guesses. Just drop it - you always disappoint me in these matters."

Turning to him, he adds with curiosity, "Why are you so desperate to know about that girl, Adi? Since when do random girls catch your interest?"

Before he can respond, Vansh's phone rings, "I'll be back in a bit," he says as he walks off, taking the call.

As soon as Vansh leaves, he leans closer to Kabir and commands in a low but firm voice, "Kabir, I want everything - every single detail about that girl. No excuses."

"Got it, Boss," Kabir replies.

Then Kabir leaves abruptly and Vansh steps outside, noticing his departure.

With a questioning gaze, he asks him, "Where did Kabir go?"

He maintaining a calm demeanor, responds, "He went for some work."

Vansh narrows his eyes and, with a hint of irritation, mutters, "I know what kind of work that is," his voice carries a subtle accusation, but Aditya remains compound.

Sensing the the tention in the ai, Vansh sighs and says firmly, "Let's go home."

Aditya pats his shoulder reassuringly before they walk toward the car.

Vansh was slightly annoyed and said, "Dude, you're slipping for a girl. You know, right? Girls drives you crazy. And what do they even do? Looking at you, it seems like she's already done it."

His face hardened as he replied firmly, "Vansh, I don't want to talk right now."

Vansh narrowed his eyes, refusing to let it go. "Of course, you don't want to talk. Why would you? Talking is too boring for you. You'll just jump straight into some chaos like always, won't you?"

He clenched his fists, controlling his frustration.

"Not now, Vansh," he said through gritted teeth.

But Vansh was in no mood to stop. "See? I knew it. That girl has already made you lose your senses. Make my words, you're going to create a mess soon."

He gave him a pointed glare. "Vansh, enough."

Vansh raised his hands in mock surrender but added with a sly smirk, "Just remember - love and chaos come hand in hand.

He chose to stay quiet, his jaw clenched as he walked toward the car.

Vansh followed, still grumbling under his breath. "Look at you, acting all serious.

You think ignoring me will change the truth?" He taunted. "I know what's going on in that thick skull of yours."

He unlocked the car and shot him a warning glare, "Vansh, I swear if you don't shut up-"