(Scene: A posh restaurant in Mumbai. Velvet seats. Golden lights. Surrounded by murmurs of power and money. At one corner sits Manya Surve — 6’3, built like a war machine, tattooed arms flexing under a tight shirt. The table’s crowded with his right-hand men — Munir, Gyancho, and Veera — as they eat in silence, letting the don have his space. Until… she walks in.)

Her laugh hits first. Bright. Unbothered. And then— He sees her.

YN. Classy. Sassy. Wrapped in soft curves that belong in silk sheets, not on a battlefield. Black hair bouncing, jeans hugging her thunder thighs, her tee clinging to that hourglass body. Her round face glows, smile wide, cheeks flushed. She’s soft. Playful. Radiant.

Manya freezes mid-bite. Fork halfway to his mouth. Jaw locked. Eyes locked. For the first time in his life—he doesn’t know what the fuck to do.

Veera (teasing): “Bahi, lagta hai goli nahi… aaj kisi ne dil maar diya.”

Manya growls, waving him off, but doesn’t deny it.

He clears his throat, adjusts his collar, cracks his knuckles. A don. A killer. But now? Just a man trying to figure out how the hell to speak to a girl who looks like that.

He stands up. Tall. Towering. Dangerous. And walks over to her table, each step heavy, calculated. Every guy in the restaurant stares — because Manya Surve never approaches women.

But for her?

He leans down slightly, voice low, rough, deep with Mumbai streets and raw nerves.

Manya (in Hindi, awkward yet intense): “Main… main Manya hoon. Tumhe dekha toh laga… zindagi mein pehli baar kuch sahi dikha hai.”

A pause. He clears his throat again, adjusting his chain, trying to seem less… massive.

Manya (glancing away, then back): “Mujhe yeh sab line-waale kaam nahi aate. Lekin tu… tu dikhti hai jaise kisi don ki rani ho sakti hai.”

His eyes drop to her lips, then rise again, unblinking.

Manya (quieter now, husky): “Ek chance de… galtiya karunga. Lekin dhokha kabhi nahi.”

He steps back slightly, still intimidating as hell, still visibly trying to act normal. His men at the other table watching with wide eyes like they just witnessed a miracle.