Sure! Here’s a 700-word dramatic EastEnders scene titled “Nicola Mitchell vs Ravi Gulati” — full of tension, grit, and the kind of explosive showdown that would shake up Albert Square.

INT. MITCHELL HOUSE – NIGHT

Rain lashes against the windows. Thunder rumbles faintly in the distance. Inside the living room, NICOLA MITCHELL paces like a caged lion, fists clenched. Her heels click sharply against the wooden floor. The door swings open, and in walks RAVI GULATI, cool as ever, removing his gloves, pretending he doesn’t see the storm brewing in Nicola’s eyes.

RAVI:
Didn’t think you’d still be up. Or did I interrupt one of your late-night Mitchell meetings?

NICOLA (coldly):
Don’t flatter yourself, Ravi. Sit down.

RAVI (smirks):
You Mitchells love to play boss, don’t you? What’s this about?

NICOLA (fuming):
You really think you’re clever, don’t you? Pulling strings behind our backs. I know about the deal with the warehouse. You went behind Teddy’s back. Behind my back.

Ravi doesn’t answer. He throws his gloves on the sofa, the smirk fading.

RAVI:
I did what needed to be done. You lot were dithering. I got results.

NICOLA (voice rising):
You lied to us! You manipulated that deal and now half of Walford thinks you’re some sort of property king! You’re nothing but a con in a suit.

RAVI (stepping forward):
Watch your tone.

NICOLA (defiantly):
Or what? You gonna show me that famous Gulati temper? Try it. I dare you.

The tension crackles like the storm outside. Ravi’s eyes narrow.

RAVI:
I’ve got no problem putting people in their place. Don’t think you’re an exception.

NICOLA:
Oh, I’m not. I’m the warning.

RAVI:
Excuse me?

NICOLA (steps forward):
You think you can worm your way into the Square, into our business, and run things like you’re some East End godfather? You’re a guest here, Ravi. Temporary. The Mitchells? We’re legacy.

RAVI (laughing bitterly):
Legacy? Please. You lot are a busted brand. All bark, no bite. Half the Square’s sick of the Mitchell name. And you? You’re just trying to fill Phil’s boots and failing miserably.

Nicola’s eyes flash. She grabs a whisky glass from the sideboard and hurls it at the wall near Ravi’s head. It shatters with a sharp CRASH.

NICOLA (shouting):
Say his name again and I’ll show you just how much bite we’ve got left!

RAVI (unshaken):
Temper. Typical Mitchell. You throw glasses. I build empires.

NICOLA:
You build lies. And I see right through you. You don’t care about this community. You care about power. You care about being feared. That’s not strength. That’s weakness in disguise.

Ravi’s expression darkens. He steps closer, nose to nose.

RAVI (low, intense):
And you? You’re just playing at being the matriarch. Desperate to be respected, but too scared to get your hands dirty.

NICOLA (quietly):
You’ve got no idea what I’ve done.

RAVI:
Try me.

NICOLA:
You see, I let you in because I thought you could be an ally. But now? You’re a threat. And threats… we handle.

RAVI (mocking):
So what now? You gonna send the boys ‘round? Or are you planning something more creative?

Nicola gives a sly smile. Controlled. Dangerous.

NICOLA:
You’ll see. Just remember, Ravi… the Mitchells never lose. We rebuild. And when we come back, we take everything.

RAVI (gritting teeth):
Is that a warning?

NICOLA:
It’s a promise.

EXT. ALBERT SQUARE – LATER THAT NIGHT

Ravi walks out of the house, jaw tight, rain soaking into his jacket. He glances back at the Mitchell house, lips curling into a mix of a smirk and a scowl.

RAVI (to himself):
Game on, Nicola.

INT. MITCHELL HOUSE – SAME TIME

Nicola closes the door, leans back against it. Breathing hard. Shaken but victorious. She grabs her phone and dials.

NICOLA (into phone):
We’re moving early. Ravi made his move. Now we make ours.

FADE TO BLACK.

Let me know if you want a part two — maybe a revenge plot, a twist where someone switches sides, or even a surprise alliance. EastEnders style. 💥