As if nothing had happened last night. No broken trust, no shadowy threats—everything seemed forgotten.
She rises from bed, standing completely straight.
She opens her wardrobe, takes out a deep navy three-piece suit and puts it on. Light sunglasses over her eyes. A touch of confidence on her lips.
Cut to—
She opens the door of a BMW and steps out. Her bodyguards bow their heads in respect.
Alia (in a firm and clear voice):
"I'm not a princess. I'm nobody special,
whom you have to bow down to.
Stand tall. Be brave beside me.
Because I want strong people around me, not weak ones."
The bodyguards are startled, looking up—before them stands a new Alia,
one who doesn't break, doesn't stop, and walks in no one's shadow.
Cut to—
Alia enters her office building.
All employees stand to greet her. She glances at them once and takes her seat.
A dark smile on her lips—
"The game is about to begin…"
Silence in the office room. Alia sits back, closes her eyes, and exhales deeply. Her eyelids heavy, her face marked by thought.
Suddenly, a knock on the door.
Alia (without opening her eyes):
"Come in."
The door opens, and a familiar face enters—Ena, Alia's dear friend from school.
Alia opens her eyes and smiles briefly.
Alia:
"Hey, Ena! Is that you?"
Ena (smiling):
"Yes, crazy. How are you?"
Alia (forcing a smile):
"I'm fine... You tell me."
Ena (softly, observing):
"Alia... you say you're fine, but your face says otherwise.
I know you... you're lying.
Tell me the truth, what happened?"
Alia suddenly turns away. Tears well up. In a moment, her brave mask melts away. She starts crying like a small child.
Alia (crying):
"The one I trusted,
the one I felt safe with...
I saw him last night.
He is now my greatest enemy.
I never imagined it would be like this..."
Ena sits beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder, her eyes full of deep compassion.
Ena (soft voice):
"You seem strong from outside,
but inside, you are soft.
You're human, Alia—this feeling is not your weakness, but your strength."
Alia wipes her tears and slowly says:
"Yes... Vidyasagar said—
'He who understands his own pain, also understands others' pain.'
I've understood how painful losing trust is..."
Alia wipes her eyes and smiles faintly.
Alia:
"Come, I'll show you a place today.
My own home—unknown to anyone,
just me and... now you."
Cut to—
The BMW door closes.
Alia is behind the wheel, Ena beside her.
The car windows are tinted, the interior wrapped in mystery.
While driving, Alia presses a secret button on the seat.
Suddenly, a trap system activates beside the seat—security encryption turns on around them.
Ena is surprised.
Ena:
"What's this...?"
Alia (smiling lightly):
"Security. To speak, you must be sure."
Ena looks toward the window, frowning.
Behind them, five black cars move together.
Ena says nothing.
But Alia glances once and says:
Alia:
"Don't worry about what you saw.
I know you're scared.
But there's nothing to fear.
They are my bodyguards.
Their job is to follow me—not spy, just protect."
Cut to—
The car enters a gate.
A huge, luxurious palace.
Golden carvings on white marble. A vast fountain, and guards standing in formation.
Ena (in wonder):
"This is your...?"
Alia (calm voice):
"Yes. My only refuge."
The car stops.
Bodyguards run to hold umbrellas, shielding Alia from the sun.
Ena looks on, amazed—this strange honor, this royal aura!
But suddenly a shadow of annoyance crosses Alia's face.
Alia (thinking to herself):
"I didn't want all this.
These rules, this protocol, this constant surveillance...
But this is my reality.
Whether I want it or not, I had to choose it."
Her eyes reveal a depth—where there is no pride, but a tiredness, and unfulfilled desire.
Then Ena notices: in front of Alia's palace, a line-up of luxury cars—beyond BMWs: Lamborghini, Ferrari, Bugatti, Audi, Maserati, Bentley, Rolls Royce, Mercedes-Benz.
Each car tells a story, a reflection of power.
Ena is speechless. Her longtime friend Alia—who had never shown her true self—was so immense, so powerful—this is now clear.
Ena (thinking):
"Alia is not an ordinary girl.
Inside her is a whole world... and she rules that world.
What no one else could achieve, Alia has done alone.
She is a skilled agent... and her greatest strength?
She knows how to control."
For the first time, respect mixed with friendship shines in Ena's eyes—beyond mere friendship, a new understanding.
Alia, whose face always held a smile, whose eyes were soft—behind it was an indomitable strength, an invincible shadow.
Suddenly Alia takes Ena's hand and pulls her, saying,
"Come, I'll show you something."
Before Ena can realize, Alia leads her inside.
In a spacious, glittering living room, five maids stand respectfully.
They gently remove Alia's three-piece suit—slowly releasing the royal weight from her body.
Alia then moves to a simple room.
After a while, she returns in a plain dress—no makeup, no jewelry—
looking like an ordinary girl.
Ena sits quietly on the sofa, her eyes a mix of wonder and curiosity.
Alia sits beside her.
One maid asks,
"Ma'am, tea or coffee?"
Alia smiles lightly and says,
"Bring tea. Also a dessert."
That moment was the introduction of a new Alia—one who could be royal if she wished, but could also come down to earth as an ordinary person.
Alia ties her hair back simply but attractively.
Ena's eyes reveal Alia's beauty anew. She gazes, spellbound, as if a secret is hidden in this form of Alia.
Ena remains silent for a while, then Alia looks at her and says,
"How do you like the place?"
Ena feels a little shy, then smiles gently,
"It's nice, but they're going to say something..."
Alia coolly arranges her words,
"Here, have some tea. How do you like it?"
Ena sips tea and says,
"Your Bangladesh tea is very delicious!"
Alia smiles but says nothing. In her smile lies a mystery that doesn't let them fully understand each other.
After some time, Ena leaves and returns to her own home.
Alia watches her leave with a slight smile, a hint of some secret gleaming in her eyes.
After Ena leaves, Alia stands for a moment, then smiles softly.
This was the beginning of a new era, where Alia no longer lived in others' eyes—she herself wrote the story of her life.
Alia slowly steps into a secret room.
The room is silent.
On the walls are countless pictures of Victor—each marked with a red stroke across the face.
As if standing between love and betrayal, she silently vows revenge.
She touches one photo and whispers,
"My beloved, unfortunate husband... did you think I wouldn't know? Did you think it would be so easy with me?"
Her eyes blaze—a mixture of resentment, pain, and fire.
Then she gets into a Maserati and roars away... destination—Victor.
Victor stands on the balcony holding a coffee cup.
The man, lost in a sip of coffee, suddenly turns his head at the sound of the car.
Alia steps out of the car, eyes shining with strange confidence.
Victor asks coldly,
"Where were you?"
Alia replies,
"I was meeting Ena."
Victor steps closer. His eyes, fixed on the coffee cup in his hand, reflect cold analysis.
Suddenly, he puts down the cup and pulls Alia close.
His hand slides from her hair to her neck. Bringing her closer, he says,
"You don't seem like yourself..."
Alia does not look away, but replies with deep gaze,
"Are you suspecting me, Victor?"
Victor's blue eyes sharpen.
His lips carry hardness in his tone.
"Are you telling the truth?"
Alia slowly nods,
"Yes, the truth."
Silent seconds pass.
Then she softly says,
"Why are you acting like this? Is your body unwell?"
Victor takes the last sip of coffee. Looking down, he whispers,
"No... the body is fine. But the mind?"
Both fall silent.
Around them, the night is silent, hiding the prelude to an approaching storm.