The faint aroma of brewing chai wafted through the cramped office of Lawyer Ravi in South Mumbai, where Meera sat across from him, her fingers drumming nervously on the table. Ravi adjusted his glasses, his voice low and cautious. "Meera, suing Arjun Sharma could backfire. His private bank account suggests a powerful backer—someone who could bury us in legal fees. Proceed with care." Her jaw tightened, her determination unshaken. "I'll uncover his hidden wealth," she insisted, her mind fixed on the Mahindra Thar and the fortune she believed he'd concealed. Ravi sighed, sensing her resolve, but his warning lingered in the air like a storm cloud.
Later that day, Meera shifted tactics, arriving at the sprawling farmhouse of Mr. Patel, a billionaire meat supplier, with a steaming pot of medicinal soup. The rich scent of turmeric and ginger filled the air as she handed it to Ms. Rani Patel, Patel's mother, with a warm smile. "For your health, Aunty," she said, her filial gesture a calculated move to win favor. Ms. Rani Pate sipped the soup, nodding appreciatively. "This is kind, dear. Your ex-husband sounds heartless," she sympathized, her words soft but lacking commitment. Meera's hope flickered—Ms. Rani Pate offered no concrete support, leaving her to navigate her ambitions alone.
She learned Patel's farm supplied meat across Mumbai, its assets exceeding 50 billion rupees, fueling her dream of marrying him while still chasing Arjun's supposed millions. Meanwhile, Arjun embarked on a new venture, sliding into the driver's seat of his Mahindra Thar for a Ola shift. The luxury car passed platform verification swiftly, and his first ride—a 10km trip from the airport to a plush Andheri villa—netted 800 rupees. The client, a wealthy businessman, tipped generously, leaving Arjun marveling at Mumbai's affluent clientele and the ease of his earnings.
His next passenger was Mahi Dutt, a striking recent graduate with a degree in English literature. She'd chosen his Thar out of curiosity, her eyes widening at its pristine interior. "This is new!" she exclaimed, her admiration sparking envy among other drivers loitering nearby. Arjun grinned, enjoying the attention. As they pulled away, Mahi politely asked, "Could you help with my suitcases? They're heavy." Arjun obliged, lifting the bags with ease, contrasting his disdain for entitled passengers. Her courteous demeanor won him over, a refreshing change from the usual demands.
Unbeknownst to them, a passerby filmed the scene—Arjun's Thar picking up the elegant Mahi—uploading it online with captions like, "Beauty meets luxury Ola!" and "Overkill for a cab!" The video went viral, comments flooding in, some praising Mahi's looks, others mocking the extravagance. Inside the car, Mahi opened up about her struggles. "I majored in English, but job offers come from shady bosses offering big money for… favors. I'd rather starve," she confessed, her frustration palpable. Arjun nodded, bonding over her integrity, his own journey echoing her resistance to unethical paths.
As they neared her destination, Mahi asked, "Is this car yours or loaned?" Arjun chuckled. "Mine, and I drive Ola for fun." Her jaw dropped, his casual wealth and laid-back attitude impressing her. The Thar's hum carried them forward, a symbol of his system-backed lifestyle, while Meera's schemes and Mahi's dreams wove new threads into his unfolding story.