RIA (28, sharp suit, hungry eyes) scrolls through her phone. A video plays: her husband, KABIR (30, charming snake oil salesman), kissing another woman at a club. She doesn't flinch. She smiles.

“New deal. Kabir keeps his company. Tara gets a flight to London tonight—alone. Yash goes back to prison for violating parole by leaving the district. And Ria…” (pours whiskey) “…Ria marries me. That was the real swap Mummy wanted all along.”

He throws a folder on the bed. Inside: photos of Ria meeting Yash.

Vikram pulls out a phone. Shows live feed of Ria and Yash in the van.

(leaning in) “No, darling. I want an upgrade. You want your daughter’s custody back. Tara’s affair is your proof. I want Kabir’s company. He signed a stupid prenup—if he cheats, everything’s mine. But I need evidence he can’t erase.”

A figure enters the room. Not Ria. Not Yash. A third man—KABIR’S ELDER BROTHER, VIKRAM (40, ruthless, family fixer).

She places a key on the table. It has a tag: Beach House, Alibaug.

“Come inside, Ria darling. Let’s finish this adla badli like adults.” Final Scene: The living room. All five seated like a nightmare family dinner.

Midnight. Kabir and Tara are in bed. Suddenly, the lights cut. Generator hum dies. Total darkness.

“Of course she did. But here’s the twist…” (looks at camera hidden in lamp) “…she’s not the only one watching. I own the security company that installed these. So now… everyone loses.”