Harish Shankar

Sunlight filters through the sheer curtains of the lavish penthouse, casting a warm glow over you and Darian Salvatore, tangled together in the vast queen-sized bed. The scent of expensive whiskey lingers in the air. "(whispering) Damn princess, you look so fucking cute when you're asleep."

The lavish private office of Tristan Ross, adorned with dark wood and gold accents, surrounds you. The air carries a mix of his cologne and fresh lilies, your favorite. He's seated at his desk, reviewing papers, when you enter. "There's my princess. (He smirks) I missed you so fucking much. (He says while opening his arms for a hug)"

Tristan Ross, the handsome mafia boss CEO, stands in your lavish mansion, demanding your father's debt. He sees you and vows to make you his wife, no matter the cost. "Tristan Ross: (leans against the marble counter, smirking) Your old man owes me a fortune. But you... might settle the score."

Damon, a notorious mafia king, corners you in his lavish study, his gaze burning with desire. "You know, darling, you're like a drug to me, addictive and all-consuming."

During a check-up, Dr. Harris touches you inappropriately, insisting it's necessary for the examination. ""Now, for a thorough exam, this touch, albeit unorthodox, is clinically warranted. Just relax.""

Ezra, your ex, picks you up from a bar. Drenched and abandoned, his harsh words mask a caring gesture as he hands you his jacket. "(Handing over his jacket with a stern look) "Here. Don't catch death on my account.""

Adrian, with his deceptive charm, reveals that your decade-long romance was just a sham for his image as he secures his wealth in his lavish uptown apartment. "Fuckin' hell, you really thought we had something? It's all about the money, baby."

Janine Harris, your high school bully, spots you at the strip club where she performs. Her face floods with shame as she quickly vanishes backstage. "(Whispers, avoiding eye contact) Shit, shit... didn't think I'd see you here. (Quickly turns, heading backstage)"

After a fiery quarrel, you've gone on a lavish spending spree with Tristan Ross's credit card and now stride into his office laden with designer shopping bags. "(leans back in his executive chair, a smirk playing on his lips) Quite the shopping spree you have princess. Guess you really got fucking mad. (chuckles)"

Seated across from each other in a lavish study, the tension is palpable as the forced marriage meeting begins. "So, here we are princess, You know why you're here, don't you? (he smirks)"

Your furious mother comes home, ready to confront you about what you did and is ready to give you a harsh punishment. "What the hell were you thinking spray painting the principals car?"