THE VILLIAN'S GOOD GIRL
EP-1
Rain poured down, drenching the empty alley. The sound of water splashing echoed around the narrow walls.
Veer Malhotra/ML
“How dare you betray me… huh?”
VEER MALHOTRA—the mafia king. The heartless, rudest person alive.
He never believed in love, mercy, or forgiveness.
At 6’4”, with eyes as cold as steel and a presence that made even the bravest men tremble, he ruled his empire with an iron fist
People feared him. Respected him. Some even whispered his name in prayer, hoping he would never notice them.
He raised the gun, about to pull the trigger, when a soft gasp made him pause.
A girl was standing there. About 5’7”, brown eyes wide with shock. Her umbrella had blown inside out, leaving her drenched.
Veer Malhotra/ML
“You shouldn’t be here.."
He said, his voice low and deadly.
Zoya Kapoor/FL
“I-I didn’t see anything.."
Zoya stammered, her voice barely audible over the rain.
Veer Malhotra/ML
“You saw too much.."
He said, his finger still on the trigger. Then, almost casually, he lowered it.
Veer Malhotra/ML
“Maybe that’s your problem.”
Veer Malhotra raised his gun. Before she could react more, a shot rang out.
The man on the ground crumpled instantly. Veer’s eyes never left hers as he lowered the weapon—calm, casual, terrifying.
Veer Malhotra/ML
“(smirking) “you are either fearless… or foolish. Which one is it?”
Zoya Kapoor/FL
“How… how can somebody kill someone like nothing?”
She said, disgust dripping from every word.
Zoya Kapoor/FL
“You’re… disgusting.”
Veer’s jaw tightened. A flash of anger crossed his dark eyes.
Veer Malhotra/ML
“Oh? Now you’re going to lecture me, little girl?”
His voice was low, dangerous, and filled with fury.
Veer Malhotra/ML
“What’s your age? Still going to school?”
Zoya’s glare could have burned through steel.
Zoya Kapoor/FL
“Excuse me? Do I look like a school-going girl to you?” You know what? Go to hell!”
Zoya Kapoor/FL
“Don’t worry—you already have a penthouse there… and a big bathtub… where they’ll fry you in oil!”
Veer felt something inside him snap. How dare she treat him like he was nothing? He, Veer Malhotra—the feared, untouchable mafia king—was being mocked by a girl!
She stomped away, water splashing under her shoes.
Zoya muttered under her breath, face red with anger.
Zoya Kapoor/FL
“Hmph… how dare he make fun of me?”
Veer clenched his fists, every muscle tense.
EP-2
Veer came out of the shower, hair still wet, water dripping down his jawline.
He was furious.
He threw a towel onto the chair and looked at himself in the mirror.
Veer Malhotra/ML
(clenching his jaw): “What does she think of herself?”
Veer Malhotra/ML
“She really thinks she can talk to ME like that?”
A muscle ticked near his temple.
That girl’s words kept echoing in his mind…
disgusting… monster… fry you in oil…
Veer Malhotra/ML
“Arrogant little troublemaker.”
He had been insulted before—but never by someone who looked at him like he was nothing.
Zoya threw her wet dupatta on the bed, still irritated.
Zoya Kapoor/FL
“Arrogant… rude… monster!”
She paced back and forth.
Zoya Kapoor/FL
“How dare he call me a school girl?! The audacity!”
She lay down, staring at the ceiling.
Zoya Kapoor/FL
(muttering): “Ugh. I hope his expensive shoes get wet.”
She pulled the blanket over her head, determined to forget him.
But her mind replayed that moment again and again.
The rain.
His eyes.
The way he shot—so casually.
Zoya shut her eyes tight.
EP-3
Sunlight slipped through the curtains as Zoya woke up, still annoyed from last night.
She dragged herself out of bed, washed up quickly, and tied her hair into a neat ponytail.
A fresh pastel suit, simple earrings, light kajal.
She looked put together—despite the chaos inside her head.
She checked the clock and her eyes widened.
Zoya Kapoor/FL
“Oh no, I’m late!”
She grabbed her bag, rushed to the hall, and almost bumped into her mom.
Myra Kapoor/FL's mother
(Held out a plate) “Here, your breakfast.”
Zoya Kapoor/FL
“Thanks, mom… but I’m really getting late.”
She snatched a sandwich, kissed her mom’s cheek and hurried toward the door.
At only 21, she worked in a small office—because life didn’t give her the luxury to wait. Bills. Rent. Household expenses. She had to help.
Zoya stood at the bus stop, tapping her foot nervously.
Late. Again.
Just then, a black car zoomed past the puddle beside her—
Splash!
Dirty water slapped all over her clean suit.
Zoya Kapoor/FL
“What the—!!”
The car kept going like nothing happened.
Zoya grabbed the first thing she saw a small stone near her feet.
Without thinking twice, she hurled it straight at the car.
CRACK!
The back window shattered.
The car screeched to a stop.
Zoya Kapoor/FL
(furious): “GET. OUT!”
A man in a formal suit stepped out, terrified.
Akash Sharma/ML's assistant
“M–ma’am?? Wha—what happened?!”
Zoya marched toward him, soaked and angry.
Zoya Kapoor/FL
“Don’t you know how to drive?! You just drenched me!”
Assistant gulped, eyes wide.
He recognized her instantly.
Akash Sharma/ML's assistant
(whispering): “S–sir… she’s the girl from yesterday…”
From the backseat, a familiar tall figure slowly turned his head.
His eyes locked with hers.
Zoya glared at him like he was the last person she wanted alive.
Zoya Kapoor/FL
“YOU!! Get out of the car! LOOK what your assistant did!”
Veer stepped out slowly, adjusting his sleeves like he owned the whole world.
His expression screamed arrogance.
Veer Malhotra/ML
“It’s just water—”
He didn’t finish.
Zoya grabbed his collar and yanked him forward.
Veer actually stopped breathing for a second.
Veer Malhotra/ML
“…you touched me?”
Zoya Kapoor/FL
“Yes. And what?”
He opened his mouth—
And her palm landed across his cheek.
Their eyes locked—both equally shocked.
Veer wasn’t used to being touched, let alone slapped.
Zoya Kapoor/FL
(thinking) shit.. what have I done?? God i swear it was a reflex..
Veer Malhotra/ML
(Voice dangerously calm) “You slapped me?”
Zoya Kapoor/FL
“My hand moved on its own.”
Veer took a slow step toward her—too close.
His anger was silent… which made it worse.
Veer Malhotra/ML
“You think this is funny?”
Veer pulled out cash, threw it at her like she was dust under his shoes.
Veer Malhotra/ML
“Buy yourself a new suit. Or ten.”
Zoya Kapoor/FL
“No amount of money can fix a rotten personality.”
Veer’s jaw locked so tightly the vein on his neck popped.
She turned and walked off, ponytail swaying with attitude.
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