FLASHBACK – INT. INTELLIGENCE BASE – LATE EVENING
Mahi steps out of a black government SUV.
She's back from Geneva — one day early. No one knows.
Her suitcase is small, her smile warm.
She walks through the dark corridors of the Intelligence base, wearing a soft cream sweater and jeans.
Holding a small paper bag — inside, his favorite chocolate chip muffins.
She checks her phone.
No message from Ahaan.
MAHI (soft whisper):
"Let's see how you react when I steal your coffee tomorrow…"
FLASHBACK CONTINUES – INT. INTELLIGENCE BASE – NIGHT
TIME: One hour before Mahi arrives.
INT. AHAAN'S OFFICE
Mishri stands at the coffee machine, eyes cold, calculating.
She takes a small white pouch from her coat.
Tears it open carefully.
A harmless-looking white powder pours into the bottom of a fresh mug.
MISHRI (low whisper):
"Just a little... confusion."
She stirs it into the black coffee, watching it dissolve completely.
Behind her, Ahaan walks in.
AHAAN (yawning):
"Still here?"
MISHRI (soft smile):
"You looked tired. Thought I'd bring you your poison."
She hands him the coffee.
He chuckles.
AHAAN:
"Thanks."
He takes a sip — bitter, strong — and walks toward his desk.
Mishri watches him.
The drug works quickly — nothing dangerous, just enough to disorient.
Make him drowsy. Blur his vision. Distort his mind.
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INT. AHAAN'S OFFICE – 15 MINUTES LATER
Ahaan blinks hard. His vision starts warping — lights too bright, sound too soft.
He sees a silhouette enter the room.
The shape of a woman.
Hair tied back. Wearing cream. Holding a bag.
His eyes widen.
AHAAN (whispers):
"…Mahi?"
The figure steps closer — it's Mishri, dressed in a sweater that looks like Mahi's. She even sprayed Mahi's perfume.
She kneels in front of him.
MISHRI (softly):
"I came back early."
Ahaan's head droops, confused. Eyes half-lidded.
AHAAN:
"You said... tomorrow…"
She touches his cheek gently.
MISHRI (gently):
"I couldn't stay away from you."
He blinks — his vision doubles. Her face flickers between Mishri and Mahi.
He swallows hard, trying to stay awake.
She leans in.
His head falls against her shoulder.
MISHRI (whispers):
"Tonight… just let go."
She runs her hand down his jaw, guiding him back onto the couch.
He's barely conscious — eyes flickering open and closed.
She kisses his forehead.
Then his lips.
He doesn't stop her.
Because in his foggy, drugged mind — she is Mahi.
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INT. OUTSIDE AHAAN'S OFFICE – SAME MOMENT
Mahi arrives.
Excited. Holding the paper bag.
She walks closer — sees the light on inside.
Peeks through the door's glass panel.
And sees Mishri bent over Ahaan, gently kissing him.
His hand — loosely curled around her wrist.
Eyes closed. Not resisting.
MAHI (stunned, whispering):
"…Ahaan?"
Her heart cracks.
This time, it's not misunderstanding.
It looks like betrayal.
She watches them for a second longer —
Mishri brushing hair from his forehead, whispering something.
Mahi steps back. Her fingers tremble.
She drops the bag again.
Muffins spill across the hallway floor.
She turns.
And walks away — this time, truly broken.
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INT. INSIDE THE OFFICE – CONTINUOUS
Ahaan's POV:
The world blurs. He sees two women standing at the door.
He tries to reach out.
AHAAN (slurred):
"Mahi…?"
But he blacks out.