🔥 THE LOTION TRAP
Shayla thinks Delicia is her friend… but Delicia thinks Shayla is too naïve to ever catch her.
What Delicia doesn’t know is this: Shayla is DONE ignoring the signs… and she’s about to walk straight into Iman’s house — where the truth waits inside a small, forgotten bottle of lotion.
The storm is coming.
And this time… Shayla ain’t Amber.
INT. SHAYLA’S LIVING ROOM – EVENING
Shayla paces, anger rising like heat in the air.
Delicia lounges on the couch, pretending to scroll her phone, hands shaking.
SHAYLA
“I swear Delicia… agar main Iman ke ghar gai na, I’m gonna SPazz OUT! He lied to me. I feel it. Something’s OFF!”
Delicia puts on a fake calm, hiding her panic.
DELICIA
“Girl… you trippin’. Iman wouldn’t do you like that.”
Shayla stops, eyes narrowing.
SHAYLA
“Don’t play with me. I’m NOT Amber. Main chup bethne wali larki nahi hoon.”
Delicia swallows hard. The truth is closing in.
INT. IMAN’S HOUSE – SAME TIME
A pink bottle of Shayla’s lotion sits on the nightstand.
Forgotten by Delicia.
Deadly for her now.
The evidence.
The trap.
The beginning of the end.
INT. SHAYLA’S LIVING ROOM – CONTINUOUS
Shayla grabs her keys.
SHAYLA
“I’m serious. I’m going to Iman’s place. I’m DONE trusting him.”
Delicia sits up fast — fear flashing.
DELICIA
“Wait—why? Right now? It’s late!”
SHAYLA
“Because he THINKS I’m stupid. I KNOW he’s hiding something.”
Delicia forces a laugh.
DELICIA
“You always overthink. Just chill, Shay.”
Shayla steps closer.
SHAYLA
“You seem nervous. Why?”
Delicia freezes.
INT. SHAYLA’S KITCHEN – MOMENTS LATER
Delicia opens the fridge just to look busy.
Her phone buzzes.
IMAN: “Did you take the lotion? Shayla can’t find out.”
Delicia’s blood runs cold.
She hides her phone instantly.
INT. SHAYLA’S BEDROOM – SAME TIME
Shayla digs through her drawers — then suddenly freezes.
A realization hits.
SHAYLA
“…Lotion.”
Her anger sharpens.
SHAYLA
“If that lotion is STILL there…”
She grabs her bag like a weapon.
INT. LIVING ROOM – CONTINUOUS
Delicia jumps up when she hears Shayla’s footsteps.
DELICIA
“Shay—where you going?”
SHAYLA
“To get what’s MINE.”
Delicia’s voice shakes.
DELICIA
“You can get it tomorrow! Maybe he moved it—maybe—”
Shayla steps closer, smirking.
SHAYLA
“Why are YOU so pressed? I didn’t say it was at his house.”
Delicia stops breathing.
EXT. IMAN’S STREET – NIGHT
Shayla drives silently — eyes sharp, heart pounding.
SHAYLA
“If BOTH of them played me… I’m gonna burn this whole thing DOWN.”
INT. IMAN’S HOUSE – SAME TIME
Iman checks the nightstand again.
The lotion is still there.
IMAN
“Delicia said she’d grab it… why didn’t she grab it?”
He hears a car door SLAM outside.
His face drains of color.
EXT. IMAN’S HOUSE – SAME TIME
Shayla steps out, calm but dangerous.
SHAYLA
“Tonight… somebody’s truth is coming out.”
Her hand reaches for the door—
CUT TO BLACK.
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