The Tycoon’S Disastrous Scandal
The Corporate Scandal
The 50th anniversary gala of Singhania group of industries. The balloon is filled with board members, investors, and high-society aunties
Pragya(fl)
(into walkie-talkie) Team, the flower arrangements in the South Hall are leaning. Fix it now. The Board of Directors is arriving in 10mins!! 😤
Reyansh Singhania(ml)
(walking up behind her)
Forget the flowers, Ms Management. I have a more urgent task for u
Pragya(fl)
(jumps) Sir! You scared me. And I am busy- this event is my department's responsibility. I can't afford a single mistake
Reyansh Singhania(ml)
Good. Because you're about to make a very big one
Shanaya approaches, trailing Reyansh's mother. She's wearing a diamond set worth crores and a smug smile
Shanaya
Reyansh!! Aunty and I were just discussing our engagement party theme. I was thinking of Royal Rajasthani vibes? ✨💅🏼
Reyansh Singhania(ml)
(voice like ice) You're wasting ur time, Shanaya. I already told my mother - I am spoken for
Shanaya
Oh plz you work 20 hours a day who could u possibly be dating? One of ur spreadsheet? 😂
Reyansh looks at pragya.He sees her management ID badge pinned to her formal saree
Reyansh Singhania(ml)
Actually... I am dating the most efficient manager in this company
Pragya(fl)
Wait,Sir, what r u-?
Reyansh grabs Pragya by the waist, pulling her flush against his tuxedo.
Before she can protest about "HR policies", he leans down and kisses her deeply. the room goes silent. the only sound is the clicking of champagne glasses hitting the floor
Shanaya
(screaming) REYANSH!!! with an.. an employee?!!! 😠😠
Ananya singhania (ml mother)
(gasping) Beta!! what is the meaning of this behaviour?!!!
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Reyansh Singhania(ml)
(Reyansh pulls back slowly, his gaze lingering on Pragya’s wide, shocked eyes before he turns to face the firing squad: his mother and a hysterical Shanaya)
Shanaya
(Voice trembling with rage) Reyansh! This is a joke, right? A publicity stunt? You cannot be dating… this. She’s a worker! She probably doesn't even know the difference between a Pinot Noir and a puddle!
Ananya singhania (ml mother)
(Stepping forward, her voice like silk over glass) Reyansh, beta... explain yourself. Now. People are watching. The Singhania reputation isn't a toy for your mid-life crisis.
Reyansh Singhania(ml)
(Coolly adjusting his cufflinks) There’s nothing to explain, Maa. I told you I was spoken for. I just decided that the 50th Anniversary was the right time to stop hiding the most valuable asset in this company.
Pragya(fl)
(Hissing under her breath, face beet-red) Asset? Sir, I am a Human Resource nightmare right now! Do you have any idea what the South Hall floral team is going to say? My reputation is—
Reyansh Singhania(ml)
(Leaning in, whispering near her ear) Your reputation is now "untouchable." Be quiet, Pragya. Just for five minutes
Shanaya
(Screeching) I won't have it! Aunty, tell him! We have a contract! Our families have an understanding!
Ananya singhania (ml mother)
(Eyes narrowing at Pragya) An understanding that will be honored. Reyansh, we will discuss this in the study. Pragya... Miss... whatever your name is. You will join us.
The heavy mahogany doors slam shut, muting the sound of the gala outside. Pragya stands near the door, clutching her clipboard like a shield. She isn't crying; she's calculating how many overtime hours she can bill for "Emergency Reputation Management
Ananya singhania (ml mother)
(Sitting regally) Let's be practical. Reyansh is playing a game to avoid the engagement. You, girl—how much
Pragya(fl)
(Blinking) Excuse me?
Ananya singhania (ml mother)
Everyone has a price. You work for money, clearly. Look at those shoes—last season's sale. I’ll write a check that will let you retire today. You leave, disappear, and let this "scandal" die.
Pragya(fl)
(Her irritation finally boiling over) With all due respect, Mrs. Singhania, I don't want your charity. I work 14 hours a day because I like my bank balance growing through my own effort. And for your information, these shoes are orthopedically sensible for a 20,000-step event.
Reyansh Singhania(ml)
(Smirking) See, Maa? I told you she was efficient. She’s even defended her footwear choice with data
Shanaya
(Pacing like a caged tiger) This is disgusting. She’s a gold digger! She’s probably been planning this since she got hired!
Pragya(fl)
(Turning on Shanaya) Listen, "Aunty-in-waiting." My savings account has enough digits to buy a 2BHK in Indiranagar without a loan. I don't need his money. I just wanted to finish the gala so I could go home, eat Maggi, and look at my fixed deposits! Now I'm the lead in a daily soap I didn't audition for
Reyansh Singhania(ml)
(Walking over to Pragya, his presence overwhelming) Then let’s make a deal, Pragya. My mother wants an engagement. Shanaya wants my title. You want your 2BHK.
Pragya(fl)
(Suspiciously) What are you suggesting, Sir?
Reyansh Singhania(ml)
Reyansh: Stay the "girlfriend" for six months. I'll make sure your bonus this year is enough to buy that house in cash. No loan. No interest. Just the keys.
Ananya singhania (ml mother)
(Interjecting) And if you fail to convince the board, I will see to it that you never work in this industry again
Pragya(fl)
(this full family has gone maddd😑😑😑)
Pragya(fl)
Pragya: (Looking between the cold mother and the arrogant son)(murmurs) So... I'm being forced into a fake relationship by my boss, threatened by his mother, and glared at by a woman wearing a diamond set that costs more than my life?
Reyansh Singhania(ml)
Essentially, yes.
Pragya(fl)
(Gritting her teeth) Fine. But I want it in writing. And I am not doing any emotional labor for free.
As they walk back out into the gala, Reyansh places a heavy, possessive hand on the small of Pragya's back. She flinches, her skin prickling where he touches her.
Pragya(fl)
(Muttering) Don't touch the saree, Sir. It's silk. It stains.
Reyansh Singhania(ml)
(Leaning down, his voice dropping an octave) Then stop looking like you’re planning my murder, Pragya. Smile. You’re supposed to be in love with me.
Pragya(fl)
(Giving a fake, terrifyingly bright smile to a passing investor) I'm a manager, Sir. I don't do "love." I do "results." And right now, the result is that I've never wanted to punch a billionaire more in my life.
Reyansh Singhania(ml)
(A genuine, dark chuckle escaping him) Good. I like a challenge.
The Lioness’s Den
The day after the gala, the Singhania mansion is quiet, but the air is thick with judgment. Ananya has summoned Pragya to the breakfast table—not for food, but for an interrogation
Ananya singhania (ml mother)
(Sipping black tea, eyes scanning Pragya’s simple cotton Kurti) Sit. I’ve reviewed your employee file. Middle-class background, stellar grades, a consistent saver. You’re "sensible."
Pragya(fl)
(Sitting stiffly) I prefer the term "fiscally responsible," Ma'am.
Ananya singhania (ml mother)
(Putting the cup down with a sharp clink) Don't play word games with me. You think because Reyansh kissed you in front of the board, you’ve secured the jackpot. But let’s be clear: in this house, you are a temporary employee with an expanded job description. You will not sit at our table during formal events. You will not speak to the press. And you will certainly not think you are equal to Shanaya.
Pragya(fl)
(Irritation sparking) With all due respect, Ma'am, I never asked for the "jackpot." I was perfectly happy managing the South Hall logistics. Your son is the one who dragged me into this "promotion." If you want me to leave, tell him to cancel the bonus he promised for my house fund.
Ananya singhania (ml mother)
(Her gaze turning icy) Your house fund. How quaint. You’d sell your dignity for a few square feet of real estate?
Pragya(fl)
(Smiling brightly, though her eye is twitching) It’s not just real estate, Ma'am. It’s an investment with a 12% projected annual appreciation. Dignity doesn't pay property taxes; assets do.
Back at the office, Pragya is trying to work, but the "Fake Dating" status has made her life a nightmare. Every time she walks down the hall, employees whisper.
Shanaya stalks into Pragya’s cabin without knocking, throwing a heavy designer shopping bag onto her desk.
Shanaya
Reyansh’s mother sent this. We’re going to a charity auction tonight. You’re the "plus one." You’re expected to wear this and stay five steps behind Reyansh at all times.
Pragya(fl)
(Peeking into the bag at a black elegant dress) .....
Shanaya
(Smirking) You aren't staff tonight, Pragya. You’re a trophy. A cheap one, but a trophy nonetheless. Oh, and don't bother eating. The plates at the auction cost more than your monthly salary—Ananya doesn't want you dropping crumbs on the upholstery
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