INTRODUCTION:

(Black screen. A deep, ominous heartbeat echoes in the background. Slow fade-in to a dimly lit city skyline, drenched in rain. The sound of distant sirens and muffled gunshots fills the silence.)

Narrator (Deep, Intense Voice):

"Power is an illusion. Trust is a weakness. And in this game… the ones pulling the strings are never the ones you suspect."

(Cut to a luxurious penthouse – a man in a tailored suit stands by the window, gripping a glass of whiskey. His eyes are dark, calculating. The Raisinghania brothers—untouchable, feared. But even kings can fall.)

Rehansh Raisinghania (Cold, Controlled):

"We don’t make enemies. We bury them."

(Cut to a dark alleyway, shadows shifting. A figure steps forward, lips curling into a smirk. The real threat isn’t the ones they see—it’s the ones watching from the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.)

Mysterious Voice (Sinister Whisper):

"They think they’re the hunters. They have no idea they’re the prey."

Vansh Raisinghania (Low, Dangerous):

"You don’t survive in this world by playing fair."

(Cut to a woman standing in the rain, her face obscured. Her fingers tighten around an old, bloodstained file. Her voice—soft, almost fragile—echoes in the silence, but her eyes burn with something lethal. Revenge.)

Mysterious Woman (Soft, Haunting):

"Some men don’t deserve to walk free. Some sins don’t deserve forgiveness."

(Flashback to a secret meeting, whispers exchanged, hands shaking on a deal that should have never been made. A conspiracy so deep, even the Raisinghanias didn’t see it coming.)

Narrator (Echoing, Haunting):

"But what happens… when the ones playing the game realize they were never in control?"

(Final montage – a betrayal that shatters everything. A gun pressed against someone’s temple. A kiss that tastes like both love and destruction. Eyes filled with rage, with longing, with something unspoken.)

(Screen goes black. Silence. Then—one final whisper.)

Unknown Voice (Chilling, Amused):

"It’s too late to back out now."

COLLUSION – THE GAME HAS BEGUN.

Tropes:

Mafia x Royal
Betrayal
Revenge
Manipulations
Lovers to enemies to Marriage
Forbidden Love
Obsession
Puppet becomes the Puppeteer
Touch her and die
Slow Burn
Dark Hero
Multiple Couple

The Couples:

Rehansh & His Mi Amore:
Their love is obsessive, consuming, and doomed from the start.

She wants justice. He wants her. In the end, only one will win.

She uses love to deceive; he sees love as a weakness but falls anyway.

Passion burns, but so does betrayal.

Vansh & His Sweetheart:
He was burned by love, betrayed by the one he trusted most. Now, love is a weakness he refuses to surrender to.

Vansh Raisinghania doesn’t do love. He refuses to trust anybody. It’s a liability. A mistake he won’t repeat.

But from the moment he meets her, everything spirals. Sparks. Loathing. An obsession he refuses to name.

She doesn’t know he’s the most dangerous man she could fall for.
He doesn’t know she’s far deadlier than she seems.

It’s war from the start—a battle of wills, fire and fury, a pull neither of them can fight.

And just when he’s ready to accept his love for her—
She vanishes. No trace. No goodbye. No closure.

Arhaan & His Precious:
He’s a tech genius with a heart too soft for the world he was born into.

She doesn’t do love. It’s a liability she can’t afford. A woman of shadows, she lives with secrets far too dangerous to reveal. But when she meets him, her carefully built walls start to crack.

Arhaan Raisinghania is nothing like her. Sweet. Jovial. A hopeless romantic in a world that has no place for innocence. The kind of man who believes in love, in soulmates, in forever. And from the moment she saves him, he knows—she’s the one.

But She refuses to give him a chance.

So he does the one thing that ensures she can’t walk away—he offers her a contract marriage. Six months. No emotions. No strings attached.

For her, it’s just business.
For him, it’s everything.

And Arhaan Raisinghania will stop at nothing to make her fall in love with him.

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