Setting: Babita's flat, dimly lit, soft music playing from her Bluetooth speaker. The mood is intentionally cozy.
*\[INT. BABITA'S FLAT – LIVING ROOM]**
*(Babita stands near Rishi, her silk robe flowing gently, the neckline loose enough to draw attention without being too obvious. Rishi shifts uncomfortably in his seat, clearly aware of her proximity.)*
**Babita (gently):**
"Rishi, I wouldn't be asking you this if I had any other choice. I don't want Krishnan to know. It would hurt his pride…"
**Rishi (softly):**
"I understand that. But Babita ji… one lakh is not a small amount."
*(She exhales slowly and walks in front of him — this time standing, just a little closer than socially comfortable. She leans forward slightly, crossing her arms under her chest — lifting and emphasizing her natural assets — eyes locked on his.)*
**Babita (silkily):**
"I know what I'm asking, Rishi. I know it's too much. But…"
*(She pauses, a slight smirk on her lips.)*
"Maybe I can offer something in return."
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**Rishi (narrating internally):**
*"Her voice dropped half an octave, her eyes sharp but soft, like she knew exactly what effect she had. I was no fool. She wasn't just asking. She was playing a card few people could resist."*
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**Rishi (guarded):**
"What kind of return are we talking about?"
*(Babita walks to the sofa, sits — this time closer. Her legs brush his. She places her hand on his knee gently, her expression unreadable.)*
**Babita (whispers):**
"Anything you want, Rishi. A dinner? A kiss? A night out, just us? You name it."
*(Silence. Tension coils in the room like electricity. Rishi looks at her, stunned — not just by her beauty, but the sudden shift in who held the power.)*
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**Rishi (steadying his voice):**
"You're serious?"
**Babita (leaning in, her lips inches from his ear):**
"Very. You help me, I give you something… no one else gets."
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**Rishi (narrating internally):**
*"My mind was screaming — this is dangerous, this is wrong, this is everything you ever fantasized and also everything that could ruin you. But she wasn't begging. She was in control. And she was offering me a fantasy... with consequences."*
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**Rishi (finally):**
"…Okay. I'll do it."
**Babita (smiling slowly):**
"I knew you would."
*(She leans forward, brushing her lips lightly against his cheek — not romantic, not friendly — **a promise**, unspoken. Then, she stands and walks to the kitchen as if nothing just happened.)*
**Babita (cheerfully):**
"Tea?.