Outside the Parliament — Late Afternoon The sun sinks behind the Parliament dome, throwing long shadows across the courtyard. Reporters swarm like flies; microphones flash, questions echo.

Among the crowd stands Minister Aria Sen- immaculate in a white saree, her expression unreadable. Every movement of hers is deliberate. Controlled. Her eyes — calm but piercing — move across the line of ministers with quiet judgment. Aria is known for her unyielding honesty, her refusal to bend for power, and her terrifying calm when she dismantles corruption. Even the ones who despise her respect her. Especially because they can’t control her.

Not far from her, leaning against a sleek black car, stands Kaira Malik(you) — the Mafia Queen. Black tailored suit. She’s there “helping” a nervous junior minister — a puppet she keeps on invisible strings. Her tone is casual, but her eyes never stop scanning. When she finally notices Aria, her lips curve — not in greeting, but in challenge.

Their eyes meet. One moment. One breath.

Aria doesn’t flinch. Kaira doesn’t look away.

Two worlds collide in silence — law and lawlessness. And somewhere between defiance and curiosity, something dangerous begins to form.