with this. You go to your room. I will arrange everything, every detail."
Mr. Kaif: "I still don't believe it, Surya... what the he|| are you doing to her? She's not just anyone-she's my daughter."
Mass: "Don't worry, Mr. Kaif. From this moment on, she's my responsibility. No one will touch her, no harm will come near her-not while I breathe. And please, don't speak of this to anyone in our mafia world. I know how dangerous it can be for her if the wrong ears hear about this. I won't take that chance-not with her.
When the right time comes, I'll shout it from the rooftops-I'll tell the entire world that she's mine. Not just by name, but by heart and soul."
Mr. Kaif: "Okay... I'm trusting you with the one person I value more than my own life."
KK: "Dad, please... don't call Aaisha or Nargis. I don't want them to attend this wedding."
In her thoughts "I can't bear their eyes on me. I feel... embarrassed. Ashamed. I was always the strongest among us, wasn't I? The one they looked up to. And now? Now I'm nothing but a shattered version of that girl. I don't have the courage to face them. I don't even have the courage to face myself."
At present,
She sits in front of the mirror, her reflection ghostly, as if she no longer recognizes the woman staring back. Dressed in a flawless white wedding gown, makeup perfectly done, hair pinned into a delicate bun-but her eyes... her eyes carry storms no one can see.
KK (in her thoughts): "Today... I'm getting fu¢king married. The man I'm marrying? I barely know him. But he carries the bl00d of my unborn child. And that ties me to him forever. I didn't choose this fate. It was forced upon me. I will FU¢KING hate him with every corner of my heart, with every breath I take. Not just today. Not just tomorrow. For the rest of my life.
Let's see, Mr. Mass-let's see what you do with the woman you've shackled yourself to. My dear soon-to-be husband... you've no idea what storm you've married."
Other side,
Jadav: "This is the first time I've seen you like this. Mass, your hands are shaking. Your face is pale-you look like a man walking to w@r, not a wedding."
Mass: "Maybe I am. I'm not afraid of g£ns or enemies, Jadav. I've faced de@th too many times to fear it now. But her... I don't know what her reaction will be after this. I know I did wrong. Horribly wrong. But at that moment-I had no choice. I did what I had to do. And now, I'll live with the consequences.
How long will it take for her to accept this marriage? Days? Months? Years? Or... never? I have no idea. But I'm ready. I'll wait until my last breath if I have to."
Jadav: "Don't lose hope. If not today, then someday. Love has a strange way of blooming where there's only hate. You gave her your name-one day, maybe she'll give you her heart."
At the church,
She walks down the aisle on her father's arm. The sound of each step echoes like thunder in her ears. Her heart is racing, but her face remains calm-masking the tempest inside her. Mass looks at her-like she's the most painful beauty he's ever seen. His breath catches. For a moment, time freezes.
KK (in her thoughts): "This aisle... this moment... it's supposed to be magical. The kind of day girls wait their whole lives for. But mine feels like a funeral in disguise. I don't want to go through with this... I want to scream, to run, to tear this dress off and disappear. If only I had d!ed the day the man I truly loved was taken from me... at least then I wouldn't feel this hollow."
Mass (in his mind): "I know what you're thinking. I see it in your eyes. But I swear on everything I have... the day you accept me-not out of obligation, but by choice-I will marry you again. In the way you've always dreamed. With the sky as our witness and no pain between us."
She stops in front of him. Her eyes avoid his. Her hands are trembling.
Mr. Kaif: "Take care of her. She's not just my daughter-she's my world. If anything happens to her... if she even sheds one tear because of you... I'll make sure you regret ever crossing my path."
Mass: "Don't worry, Mr. Kaif. She's not just your princess anymore-she's my queen now. And I will guard her with every breath I take."
Priest: "Mr. Mass, do you take Miss Kaif as your lawful wife? Will you cherish her and protect her, through joy and sorrow, through every trial life throws your way?"
Mass: "I do. With all my soul."
Priest: "Miss Kaif, do you take Mr. Mass as your lawful husband? Will you stand beside him through happiness and heartbreak, bound in love and duty from this day forward?"
KK hesitates. Her lips part, but no sound escapes at first. Then slowly, pa!nfully, she meets his eyes-just once.
KK: "I... I do."
Mass closes his eyes, the weight lifting off his chest for a moment. A flicker of hope, a spark of victory, glows in his eyes. He smiles-but not in triumph. In silent gratitude.
Priest: "You may now k!ss the bride."
She lowers her gaze, her heart thudding like a war drum. Mass doesn't force it. He gently leans in and places a k!ss on her forehead-soft, respectful. A vow without words.
Priest: "I now pronounce you husband and wife. Congratulations.
Mass: "Thank you."
Mr. Kaif: "I never imagined this day like this, but... I'm happy she's not alone. Congratulations to both of you."
KK turns away suddenly.
KK: "Let's go. I'm tired."
She walks ahead, her hands clenched in f!sts, her eyes glistening with unshed te@rs. She can't look at her father. If she does, she'll bre@k completely. She walks faster-like she's running from herself.
Mass sees it all. He sees the storm in her chest. The silent scream behind her calm face.
Mr. Kaif: "It'll take time... to make her believe again, to make her smile again. But mark my words-if anything happens to her, you'll see a side of me no one has lived to tell."
Mass: "That day will never come. Not while I'm alive. I promise you."
Mass: "Let's go, Jadav."
Sure! Here's the revised version with all brackets removed and dialogues enclosed in quotation marks:
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Inside the flight, there's pin-drop silence. Tension lingers in the air like a storm waiting to burst. The hum of the engine is the only sound accompanying them.
Jadav shifts uncomfortably in his seat, clearly unable to bear the silence anymore. He turns with a polite smile and attempts to break the ice.
Jadav: "Hi... I'm Jadav. Just like his younger brother, so I call you bhabhi.
You don't know the meaning of bhabhi, right? Bhabhi means..."
Kk (¢utting him off coldly, voice flat but sharp): "Brother's wife. I know that."
Jadav blinks, slightly thrown off but tries to keep it light.
Jadav: "Oh! Nice... so you know Hindi?"
Kk: "Only some words. Not the ones that matter, I guess."
Jadav chuckles nervously, sensing her walls are up high and guarded with steel.
They arrive at the airport. The mood still hangs heavy. As they walk to the parking area, Jadav subtly signals Mass to drive the car.
INT. CAR,
Mass takes the driver seat. Kk silently opens the front passenger door and sits. She turns her gaze to the window, avoiding any glance toward him. Her reflection on the glass looks hollow, tired. Her hand gently brushes her stomach - protective. Mass watches her from the corner of his eyes.
Mass: "Kat, do you like the view?"
No response. Just silence and the sound of tires on asphalt.
Mass (a bit louder): "Hey! I'm talking to you."
Kk (suddenly turns to him, eyes blazing): "$hut the fu¢k up.
I don't want to hear a single word of your sh!t."
Her voice ¢uts through the air like a whip. Mass's knuckles tighten on the steering wheel. He doesn't say anything more. Silence falls again - this time louder, heavier.
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EXT. MANSION - NIGHT
They reach the grand entrance. The doors open. Warm lights inside contrast the icy tension.
Meera, Samar, and Sahil (together, excited): "Welcome, Dad!"
Kk turns her head slowly towards Mass, eyes wide with disbelief. Her face is a mirror of confusion, concern, and an unspoken storm of thoughts.
Meera notices and quickly walks over to her, her voice kind and reassuring.
Meera: "Don't worry... he's not our biological father. He adopted us years ago."
Kk's body relaxes just slightly, the invisible weight on her shoulders lifting a little. Her lips twitch into the faintest smile - the first genuine emotion she's shown since landing.
Kk: "What's your name?"
Meera: "I'm Meera. He's Samar. And that sleepyhead is Sahil.
Nice to meet you - and welcome to the house."
Kk: "Thanks."
Meera: "You must be tired. Please go to your room and rest. We'll talk lots tomorrow.
Bye, and good night!"
Kk: "Good night."
INT. MASS'S ROOM - NIGHT
Mass opens the door and gestures toward the lavish, dimly lit bedroom. Kk follows him in, but stops in the middle of the room.
Kk: "I want to talk to you."
Mass: "Yes, Kat?"
She flinches at the nickname like it physically stung her. She glares at him with unfiltered @nger.
Kk:
"Don't.
If you manage to marry me, that doesn't mean I'll forgive you. Not now. Not ever that easily."
Her voice is low, but her emotions crackle like electricity. Her eyes are red - not just from @nger, but hu®t. Raw, deep, almost unbearable.
Kk:
"Look, I'm not in the mood to argue. But you better listen and listen good-
I am not a toy you can play with when you're bored, or lonely, or h0rny. I am not the girl the guy magically gets at the end of the movie. I am not your d@mn f@ntasy. If you want me... then earn me. Until then - don't even t0uch me. If you try anything... if you d@re... I will d!e with this baby before letting you win."
Mass's eyes soften, guilt swimming in them. He raises his hands in surrender.
Mass: "Okay... fine. I won't do anything. Just... please... don't talk about dy!ng like that. Ever.
Your clothes are in the closet. Change and rest."
INT. BEDROOM - LATER
Kk steps out of the bathroom in a satin nightdress, her wet hair dripping gently over her shoulders. She walks to the bed, without sparing a glance at him.
Kk: "You sleep on the couch. I'll take the bed."
Mass: "Okay, my lady. Anything else?"
No reply. She turns her back to him, pulls the blanket close, and closes her eyes.
Mass sighs and heads into the bathroom. After a few minutes, he returns in his nightwear, the couch already calling his name. He glances at her sleeping form - fragile, yet untouchable.
He lays on the couch, staring at the ceiling. A bitter smile tugs his lips.
Mass (murmuring to himself): "What I thought... and what actually happened.
Wow. First wedding night... on the couch. Interesting."
He closes his eyes, the sound of silence once again settling in the room - but this time, it has a heartbeat.
Mass wakes up early, the dim light of dawn casting a soft glow across the room.
He turns his head slowly, eyes landing on Kat's peaceful sleeping face.
Mass (in thoughts): When will you finally accept me? How long will it take?
What will you do when you learn the truth? Will you hate me... or try to understand me? I wish I knew.
He sighs silently, a storm of emotions swirling inside him.
Mass (in thoughts): If only I could say it out loud... that I'm not the man you think I am. That I belong to the sh@dows - I'm a mafia. But even then... I want you to accept me for all that I am.
Leaning in, he places a gentle k!ss on her forehead, as if sealing a promise in silence.
He slides off the bed, careful not to wake her, and heads into the bathroom.
After a few minutes, he steps out - transformed.
Clad in a crisp white shirt tucked into perfectly tailored black trousers, the top button fastened as he tightens a sleek black tie. His sh@rp jawline glistens faintly from a fresh shave. With practice ease, he slips on his watch, laces his shoes, grabs his blazer from the chair, and exits the room - silently, like a ghost in the morning light.
Kat remains asleep, lost in her dreams.
Time passes...
Kat stirs, slowly blinking her eyes open. The emptiness beside her makes her look around.
She exhales softly, a mix of confusion and subtle relief washing over her.
She stretches a little and walks to the bathroom. Before she can even freshen up-
Meera (calling softly from outside): "Let's go have breakfast together! After that, we'll give you a tour of the house!"
Kat opens the door, eyebrows slightly raised in surprise. Meera is already standing there, grinning.
Kat: "Okay."
They head downstairs. The dining table is set, the aroma of breakfast filling the air. She sits with the kids, and they start eating together.
During the meal, Kat glances at Meera.
Kat: "How old are you?"
Meera (smiling brightly): "I'm 17. These two -" (gestures to Samar and Sahil) "- are 16."
Kat: "Oh, so you're all teenagers. Must be excited for your 18th birthday?"
Meera: "Next month!"
Kat: "Mmm... a teenager stepping into adulthood. Big moment."
They all laugh, a moment of lightness in the air.
Kat (curious): "How did you all meet him?"
Samar (with a chuckle): "You mean Dad?"
Kat (nodding, expression neutral): "Yes."
Sahil (frowning slightly): "Why don't you call him by his name?"
Kat: "Because I don't want to."
Meera (softly): "It's okay. Jadav chex ( Chachu) already told us... about you and Dad... how you two are married."
She pauses, her tone becoming more serious.
Meera: "We know he f0rced you... but believe me, he's a good man. He saved us."
Kat (looking away): "Whatever... I don't want to talk about it."
A heavy silence follows. Then Samar speaks, his voice low, tinged with sadness.
Samar: "We were orphans. One day, someone k!dnapped us. We didn't know who they were or why. It was terrifying. Meera di was just seven back then. We were all in India..."
Meera: "...But then he found us. Took us in. Gave us a home. Gave us his name. Because of his business, we moved here about five years ago."
Kat (quietly): "So you all have been living with him... for ten years?"
Meera (smiling): "Yes."
Sahil (brightening): "Now come on! Let us show you our rooms!"
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