Ishana: Mmm…
I guess you both are pretty hungry, huh?
Well, I didn't really come here to eat—my mom made me show up.
So, you guys go ahead, carry on with your lunch.
(Pauses, confused)
(Wait a minute… did I forget something?
I think I came here for another reason...
What was it?)
Abhi (thinking):
A lunch with him? I'd rather starve...
Divyansh (thinking):
Ugh, I know exactly what you're thinking, Abhi. And trust me—I feel the same.
Lunch with him? Never in this lifetime.
Ishana (looking between them):
What? What's with the faces?
I just asked if you wanted to eat—weren't you both starving a minute ago?
Abhi (looking away):
No, not really. I don't feel like eating anymore.
Divyansh:
Yeah, same here. Suddenly lost my appetite.
Ishana (frowning):
Okay, what is going on with you two?
You were both literally drooling over food just now, and now—nothing?
She sighs, brushing it off and turns to Abhi.
Anyway… I came to talk to you, Abhi.
Abhi (without looking at Divyansh):
Okay, we can talk in my cabin.
Let's go.
*(Thinking: See that? She's coming with me—not you. And I'm not going to let her anywhere near you...)
Divyansh (tense):
Wait, why do you want to talk to him?
Ishana:
It's nothing. Just something personal—we need to sort it out.
Abhi (coldly):
Exactly. It's our personal issue. Don't worry about it.
Divyansh (stepping forward):
What could you possibly need to talk to him about that you can't say in front of me?
Ishana (firmly):
I already said—it's none of your business.
Abhi (smirking, wrapping an arm around her waist):
Do you really want to know?
(Leans in close)
Trust me, you won't be able to handle it.
He pulls Ishana gently along.
Abhi:
Let's go.
Ishana (whispering as they walk):
Let go of my waist.
Abhi (quietly, but firmly):
Shut it, and come with me.
(Abhi's office. They enter. Ishana looks around as Abhi closes the door behind them.)
Ishana (startled):
Wait—why did you close the door?
Abhi (nonchalantly):
Relax. If the staff sees you here, they'll start gossiping.
I don't want people talking nonsense about us.
Ishana (sighing in relief):
Ohh… I thought—
Abhi (smirking):
You thought?
You really think I'd try something here?
He raises an eyebrow, teasing.
Dirty mind, Ishana.
Ishana (offended):
I didn't think anything like that!
Abhi:
You can lie to yourself, not to me.
Anyway—
What did you want to say?
(He walks over and sits casually on the table in front of her.)
Ishana (hesitant, fidgeting):
Oh… right… that. I mean… I wanted to—
Abhi (leaning in, sarcastic):
What? You wanted to rape me or something?
Ishana (aghast):
Are you crazy? What kind of idiot says that?
I was trying to say… I…
Abhi:
What? "I" what?
You gonna say you love me or something?
Ishana (softly):
I'm… I'm sorry.