Built on stone. Laced with tension.
Scene: Evening | Singhania Neev, Udaipur
The sun had just kissed the Aravallis goodnight, painting Udaipur in a wash of burnt gold and peach. Nestled high on a private hilltop with panoramic views of Lake Pichola stood Singhania Neev — Trisha's exclusive family penthouse.
A modern marvel of glass, sandstone, and sheer opulence, the penthouse was a fusion of heritage luxury and sleek design. It wasn't listed on any property site. This place didn't exist on paper — only in privilege.
Interior: Living Area
Marble floors reflected the soft chandelier glow. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the lake view. Plush, neutral-toned furniture and heritage artifacts created the perfect clash of old money and new taste.
Trisha, still in her fitted navy shirt and tailored trousers, stood near the island bar, pouring herself a glass of whiskey. She tossed a second glance over to Reeva, who'd dropped her blazer on a velvet armchair and loosened the top button of her black silk blouse. Her beige high-waisted trousers hugged her silhouette like second skin.
Reeva (looking around):"Damn. You don't play small, do you?"
Trisha (raising her glass):"Neither do you, Khanna. You walked into my life with a business offer and that body... I mean, that boldness."
Reeva chuckled, picking up the wine glass Trisha slid her way.
Reeva:"Boldness is necessary when you're the one pitching to a Singhania."
Trisha:"And confidence is necessary when you're the one being pitched to."
They clinked glasses. A toast. A charged silence.
Scene: Working at the long glass table
Blueprints, iPads, moodboards and a bottle of single malt — that's how business looked tonight.
Reeva (pointing to the location render):"This entry archway — we keep it royal, but with subtle lighting. Classy, not flashy."
Trisha (leaning closer):"Like you?"
Reeva (not looking up):"Flattery won't get the layout approved."
Trisha:"It's not flattery. It's... field observation."
Reeva's lips twitched. She flicked her gaze up — slow, deliberate.
Reeva:"You flirt like it's a second language."
Trisha:"I'm fluent in a few things. Want a demonstration?"
Reeva (smirking):"Keep talking like that and the blueprint won't be the only thing we're revising tonight."
Scene: Balcony – later
Cool breeze. Candle-lit corners. Both stood at the railing, sipping their drinks, Udaipur glittering beneath.
Trisha:"You know, when you walked into my office with this idea… I didn't expect to be this into it."
Reeva:"Into the idea or into me?"
Trisha (grinning):"Let's just say both seem... promising."
Reeva sipped her wine, tilting her head.
Reeva:"Be careful, Singhania. I pitch well, but I seal better."
Trisha:"Good. Because I only sign what seduces me."
Their eyes locked. No distance. No awkwardness. Just two sharp women, shoulder-to-shoulder, learning the blueprint of each other in a penthouse built for empires — and tension.
Scene fades with them back at the table, feet bare now, blazers tossed aside, still working — still teasing — beneath Udaipur's starlit sky.