ARJUN vs ZAHEER

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Update 18

college canteen – lunch break

canteen usual full hai. kuch ladke chips leke bench pe baithe hain, kuch window pe order de rahe hain. arjun apne group ke saath corner table pe hota hai — relaxed, thoda hassi-mazak, lekin andar se thoda detached. doosri taraf zaheer ek aur group ke saath, thoda intense mood mein, par chill dikhate hue.

canteen window pe ek staff ladka chillaata hai:

"arre jiska veg roll aur cold coffee ka bill pending hai, wo le jao! 130 rupaye!"

koi uthta nahi.

staff guy irritate hokar fir chillata hai:

"zaheer bhai, tumhare table se hai. clear kara do!"

zaheer confusion mein uthta hai —

zaheer (canteen wale se):

humne sirf samosa aur chai li thi. check kar lo dobara.

canteen staff:

par woh order issi token se gaya hai. naam likha tha — "a", ussi pe hai.

tabhi arjun peeche se chillata hai — thoda sarcastic smile ke saath:

arjun (loudly):

arre woh "a" mera nahi tha bhai, zaheer bhai ka "a" hoga.

canteen mein halki hansi gungunati hai. zaheer ke group ke kuch log bhi haas dete hain.

zaheer seedha arjun ki taraf dekhta hai — aankhon mein wo purana chubhan.

zaheer (cold):

mazak kar raha hai ya blame kar raha hai?

arjun (bina dekhe):

jo sun raha hai, uski samajh pe chhod de.

zaheer (walks to his table):

aur jab blame aata hai toh tu hamesha door khada hota hai... bolne ke liye line hoti hai tere paas, zimmedaari ke liye kabhi nahi.

arjun (looks up slowly):

aur tu hamesha victim ban ke khada hota hai...

tere saath kuch bhi ho, sabki galti main hi hoon?

canteen mein vibe instantly change ho jaati hai. sab slow ho jaate hain. chewing stops. aankhen dono pe tik jaati hain.

zaheer (steps closer):

maine kabhi tere naam pe blame nahi kiya.

aaj tak jo bola, face pe bola.

yeh indirect punch maarna... woh tere jaise logo ko suit karta hai.

arjun (rises from chair):

aur tere jaise logon ko kabhi joke aur taunt mein farq samajh hi nahi aata.

ego itna bhara pada hai ki har baat personal lagti hai.

zaheer:

kyunki tu personal ho chuka hai mere liye.

arjun:

same.

chhoti si baat thi — ek roll aur coffee ke bill ka.

par dono ko woh ek line chubh jaati hai: "tu personal ho chuka hai mere liye."

zaheer apni chai ki cup uthata hai, bina kuch aur bole wapas chala jaata hai.

arjun fir se baith jaata hai — lekin ab smile nahi hai. sirf thoda tight expression, jaise kuch aur toot gaya ho andar.

canteen slowly apne normal tone mein lautta hai... par woh bench aur woh table — dono alag-alag ho chuke hain ab.

shaam ki thandi dhoop terrace ke tiles pe pad rahi hoti hai. hawa mein ek shaant si garmi hai. ammu aur shanu dono wahan chhup ke aayi hoti hain — lunch ke baad, bina kisi plan ke.

dono paas mein bethi hoti hain — ek chhoti si steel ki bottle beech mein, dono turn by turn sip le rahi hoti hain. niche se thoda laughter aur chaos aa raha hota hai, lekin yeh spot shaant hota hai.

Shanu (dekhti hai door horizon ki taraf):

tere bhai... kaafi alag ho gaye hain na?

Ammu (thoda pause leke):

aur tere bhai... zyada heavy ho gaye hain. matlab... unka mood, unka chehra... sab kuch silent-sa lagta hai ab.

Shanu thoda sir hilati hai. aankhen neeche ja rahi hoti hain — jaise har cheez observe kar rahi ho.

ammu (softly):

arjun ... hasta tha pehle. aankhon se.

ab jab haste hain na, toh lagta hai zyada zor diya hai khud pe.

shanu:

zaheer bhi pehle bolta tha khul ke. ab lagta hai... sab andar store karta hai.

pata nahi kis cheez ka bojh hai dono ke beech.

ammu:

wo dono best friends the na?

shanu:

inse zyada close koi nahi tha.

ammu apni bottle rotate karti hai — steel ki halki khanak hoti hai.

ammu:

par ab dono ek dusre ko dekhte bhi nahi properly.

aise jaise koi line khinch gayi ho — dikhayi bhi deti hai, mehsoos bhi hoti hai.

shanu:

aur sabse ajeeb baat?

na unhone fight ki... na kisi ne kuch directly bola...

phir bhi sab kuch toot gaya.

ammu:

jaise dosti sirf ek thread pe latak rahi thi...

aur ek din hawa zyada tez thi, bas... chhoot gayi.

shanu:

aur hume lagta tha ye dono toh kabhi nahi alag honge.

ammu uski taraf dekhti hai. aankhon mein thodi moist si honesty.

ammu:

kabhi kabhi na... dosti bhi pyaar jaisi ho jaati hai.

chhoti baat ka bura lag jaata hai. aur jab ego aa jaye na... sab khatam.

shanu (slowly):

par main chah ke bhi zaheer se kuch pooch nahi sakti.

main bas... dekh sakti hoon uska badla hua chehra.

ammu:

mujhe bhi same feel hota hai arjun bhai ko dekh ke.

par main kuch keh nahi sakti... mujhe lagta hai keh diya toh sab aur mushkil ho jayega.

shanu:

aur un dono ko lagta hoga — "ab kehne se kya hoga?"

ammu:

aur hum dono sirf... beech mein hain.

na unke saath... na ek dusre ke khilaaf.

ek chhota sa silence. hawa chalti hai. dono thoda door dekh rahi hoti hain. ek gentle realization ka moment hota hai.

shanu (halke se muskurate hue):

kabhi kabhi lagta hai... hum dono apne bhaiyon ke breakup ko quietly handle kar rahe hain.

ammu (narmi se):

jaise do dosti tootne ka dard... hum feel kar rahe hain.

khud unse zyada.

dono ek dusre ki taraf dekh ke ek chhoti si smile share karti hain — woh wali smile jo keh rahi hoti hai “main samajh rahi hoon tujhe.”

azhar ka drawing room – shaam ka waqt

TV band hai. ek kone mein table fan ghoom raha hai. azhar kurti pehna hua, ek purani diary aur chashma ke saath sofa pe aaram se baitha hai. table pe chai ka glass rakha hai, jisme aadhi chai thandi pad chuki hai.

ghar ka mahaul shaant hai. kitchen se halki si bartan ki awaaz aa rahi hoti hai — ammu rotiyaan sek rahi hoti hai, asma apne kamre mein chup chap silai kar rahi hoti hai.

tabhi azhar ka phone bajta hai.

screen pe naam flash hota hai: “Husna Apa”

azhar phone uthata hai, halka sa seedha ho jaata hai.

azhar:

salaam apa... sab khairiyat?

husna (phone pe, halka excitement ke saath):

wa alaikum salaam, azhar... haan sab khair hai.

ek chhoti si baat thi, socha seedha tumse hi baat kar loon.

azhar (thoda alert):

haan haan boliye, kya baat hai?

husna:

kal ek mehndi thi... wahan ek ladka mila. padhe likhe, shaant tabiyat ka. engineer hai, private firm mein achhi job karta hai.

baat karte karte mujhe pata chala ke shaadi ke liye ladki dekh rahe hain...

tumhara ghar yaad aaya. ammu yaad aayi.

azhar (thoda rukh ke, soft voice mein):

ammu?

abhi toh uski umar bhi zyada nahi hai... college chal raha hai...

husna (halki si hansi ke saath):

arey bhai, abhi shaadi thodi na ho rahi hai.

sirf mulaqat.

ladka ke walid bhi yahi keh rahe the “milwa dijiye, baat aage chale na chale, kam se kam tasalli toh ho.”

maine kaha, pehle tumse puchh loon.

azhar (sochta hua):

main... pehle ammu se baat karna chahunga.

husna (narmi se):

baat toh zaroor karo... par mulaqat ka plan bana lo.

bina pressure ke. is bahaane ladke waale bhi mil lenge, aur ammu se bhi wahi pe softly baat kar lenge.

azhar (thoda soch kar, dheere se):

theek hai apa...

aap bol dijiye milne ke liye.

main... samjha lunga usse.

husna:

tumhara bhala ho azhar... Bina maa ki bachi hai, koi kasar nahi rakhungi.

tumhara faisla hi aakhri hoga. hum toh sirf behtar soch rahe hain.

azhar:

haan... samajh gaya aapa, tumhari hi bachi hai... Jaisa theek lage kijiye

phone cut hota hai.

azhar sofa pe chupchaap baitha rehta hai. diary ab band hai, chai ka glass untouched. aankhon mein kuch soch chhupi hai.

door se ammu ki awaaz aati hai:

“baba, roti garam hai... abhi le lijiye na.”

azhar sirf us taraf dekhta hai — ammu kitchen se peeth ki taraf hai, roti palat rahi hai. azhar kuch bolta nahi. uske chehre pe ek thaka hua sa decision lamba sa thehra hota hai.

Pratap ka ghar

ek chhoti si jagah jahan books, files aur ek purani chai ki kettle rakhi hoti hai.

pratap table pe baitha hota hai, specs pehne hue — kuch register dekh raha hota hai. ek kone mein old transistor se halki si raag malhar baj rahi hoti hai.

tabhi door halki si khat-khat ke saath khulta hai.

andar se azhar aata hai — kurti thodi loose, aankhon mein thakan.

pratap (dekhe bina):

andar aa ja... chai abhi garam hi hai.

azhar (softly):

aur kya... tumhare pass aaye bina koi masla hal hota hai kab?

pratap muskurata hai. specs utaar ke side rakhta hai.

pratap:

aisa kya masla hai iss baar?

azhar (baithte hue, thoda ruk ke):

ammu ke liye rishta aaya hai.

pratap (eyebrows uthenge):

accha? kis taraf se?

azhar:

zaheer ki khala... husna apa. unke kisi rishtedaar ke ladke ka hai.

engineer hai... accha ghar, acchi naukri...

wo log kal milna chahte hain.

pratap:

aur tu pareshan hai?

azhar (slowly):

haan...

pata nahi kyun, par andar kuch ulta lag raha hai.

ammu se kuch bola nahi... par lagta hai jaise uske liye abhi nahi...

ya shayad main hi taiyaar nahi.

pratap uski baat shanti se sunta hai — koi interruption nahi, koi judgement nahi.

pratap (soft voice mein):

azhar...

ammu apni bachi hai. aur bachi agar sach mein khush nahi hogi, toh tu toh pehle samajh jaayega.

abhi milne ki baat hai, faisla nahi.

aur agar tujhe lagta hai waqt sahi nahi... toh rok de.

kisi ke kehne se zindagi ke faisle nahi liye jaate.

azhar:

main sirf uska future secure dekhna chahta hoon...

par har baar jab uske chehre pe muskurahat dekhta hoon... toh lagta hai, koi aur duniya jee rahi hai wo... mere plan se bilkul alag.

pratap (thoda muskurate hue):

bachche apna plan khud leke aate hain, bhai.

hamara kaam sirf dekhna hai ki wo plan unke liye safe ho.

aur tu toh waise bhi...

ammu ke liye duniya se lad jayega.

azhar (aankhon mein halka paani):

darr lagta hai pratap...

main galti na kar baithun.

pratap (uska haath dabate hue):

agar tu ammu se poochhne jaa raha tha hai — toh wahi sabse sahi kadam hai.

baat karega... toh sab clear ho jaayega.

aur agar ammu khud nahi chaahti... toh main tere saath hoon.

dekh lenge.

azhar (soft smile, aankhon mein sukoon):

bas yehi sunne aaya tha...

"main tere saath hoon."

pratap ek glass paani uske liye laata hai, dono ek thodi der tak chup baith jaate hain.

door ke bahar se halki si hawa chalti hai — ek aisi hawa jo thoda bharosa le aayi hoti hai.

next morning – azhar ka ghar, veranda – subah 7:30 ke aaspaas

subah ki halki dhoop veranda mein pad rahi hoti hai. ek kone mein mitti ke ghamle rakhe hain, jinme se ek mein thoda paani gira hota hai. azhar white kurta aur lungi mein baitha hota hai, chai ka cup haath mein. aankhon mein neend kam hai, par dimaag jaag raha hai.

andar se zaheer ready hoke nikalta hai — bag uske kandhe pe, shirt thodi halki si untucked, usual college wala mood.

azhar (slowly, bina dekhe):

zaheer...

zaheer rukh jaata hai, sandals pehne hi hota hai.

zaheer:

haan abba?

azhar (cup table pe rakh ke):

baith idhar.

do minute.

zaheer thoda confused hota hai, lekin veranda ke chabootre pe uske paas baith jaata hai.

azhar (halke se):

main soch raha tha...

kabhi kabhi lagta hai hum apne bachcho ko samajhne mein jaldi kar jaate hain.

zaheer (half-smiling):

kya hua? subah subah philosophy?

azhar (half-nazar us par):

filhaal nahi... baat kar raha hoon.

zaheer serious ho jaata hai. dono ke beech ek second ka khaamosh gap hota hai.

azhar (aankhon se door dekhte hue):

ammu ke liye rishta aaya hai.

husna apa ne recommend kiya hai.

zaheer ka chehra blank ho jaata hai — koi immediate reaction nahi deta, sirf aankhen tik jati hain.

azhar (continue karta hai, dheere):

kuch final nahi hai... sirf milne ki baat hai.

lekin pata nahi kyu... main khud se bhi confirm nahi ho pa raha.

zaheer (thoda der baad, calmly):

ammu ko pata hai?

azhar:

nahi.

usse batane se pehle... tere se poochhna zaroori laga.

tum dono... ek doosre ko zyada samajhte ho.

zaheer (quietly):

ammu... kisi aur duniya mein rehti hai abba.

azhar (slowly):

main isi baat se ghabra raha hoon.

kahi main uski muskurahat ke peeche chhupi baat ko na samajh pau...

aur koi faisla uske khilaaf ho jaaye.

zaheer (thoda aur soft tone mein):

fir ammu se baat karo... poochho usse khul ke.

wo kuch nahi chupayegi.

azhar uski taraf dekhta hai — pehli baar dono ki aankhein milti hain.

us moment mein baap-bete ke beech mein ek unsaid trust feel hota hai.

azhar:

aur tu?

zaheer:

main?

main hamesha uske saath hoon, chahe wo haan kahe ya naa.

azhar (smiling faintly):

tere andar apni maa ki baat hai.

chup rehta hai, lekin sab samajh jaata hai.

zaheer kuch nahi bolta.

sirf bag uthaata hai, phir rukh ke ek last line bolta hai:

zaheer:

abba, agar kuch galat mehsoos ho raha hai... toh usse ignore mat karna.

azhar (nodding):

nahi karunga.

zaheer nikal jaata hai.

azhar wapas apne chai ke cup ki taraf dekhta hai —

ab chai thandi ho chuki hai... lekin uska mann thoda halka lagta hai.

college canteen – afternoon break

canteen mein usual rush chal raha hota hai — background mein boys ki hansi, trays ki khanak, aur ek corner mein speaker se ek old hindi gaana baj raha hota hai.

zaheer ek table pe do doston ke saath baitha hota hai — bag uske side mein rakha hai, samose ka plate aur thumbs up ka bottle.

dil pe thoda bojh, par chehre pe normal banane ki koshish.

tabhi arjun ek aur group ke saath entry karta hai. uske haath mein tray hoti hai — sandwich aur cold coffee.

wo ek table pe nazar daal ke dekhta hai — ek khaali kursi zaheer ke table ke paas hoti hai.

arjun ka dost (light joke maarte hue):

yaar lagta hai zaheer ke table pe baithna padega... warna poora canteen full hai.

arjun aankh se signal deta hai — “chup reh.”

par tab tak zaheer ne sun liya hota hai.

zaheer (bina ghoore):

jo jagah chhoti pad jaaye... wahan mat aaya karo.

arjun (calm but cold):

aur jo dosti chhoti ho gayi ho... uska table bhi chhota hi lagta hai.

zaheer uski taraf dekhta hai — dono ke beech hawa bhaari ho jaati hai.

zaheer (half smile):

dosti chhoti nahi thi...

tu khud hi itna bada samajhne laga tha apne aap ko.

arjun (stepping closer, sarcasm mein):

aur tu itna chhota sochne laga tha... ki dusre ka bhalai bhi ego lagne laga tujhe.

zaheer (voice raise):

dusre ka bhalai?

bina bole, bina puchhe... meri zindagi mein decision lena “bhalai” hoti hai kya?

canteen ka mahaul thoda freeze hone lagta hai — log sun nahi rahe, lekin vibe change ho chuki hoti hai.

arjun (thoda teekha):

main toh sochta tha tere jaise ke liye kuch bhi kar du...

par tu toh bas doubt hi karta raha — dosti pe, niyat pe, har cheez pe.

zaheer (ghusse mein):

kyunki tu har jagah hero banna chahta tha.

aur mujhe kisi aur ka hero nahi chahiye tha, arjun.

arjun (step aur pass aake, aankhon mein direct):

aur mujhe dosti mein villain banne ka shauk nahi hai.

ek second ke liye silence. dono ekdum pass.

table ka ek glass girta hai — kisi ladke ke haath se, jiska focus ab khaane pe nahi, zaheer-arjun ke war zone pe hai.

zaheer (nazar ghuma ke):

acchi baat hai...

ab kam se kam chehra dekh ke jhooti muskaan nahi dikhani padegi.

arjun (peeche hatte hue, bitter laugh):

main toh ab tera naam bhi nahi lena chahta.

arjun wapas mudh jaata hai. uske dost usse pakad ke le jaate hain.

zaheer seedha ho jaata hai, plate ka ek last tukda uthata hai, lekin kha nahi paata.

scene freeze hoti hai — dono alag directions mein nikalte hain.

background mein radio se ek purana line sunai deta hai:

"dil ke tukde tukde karke, muskura ke chal diye..."

canteen wale clash ke baad arjun gusse se seedha ground ke outer area mein aata hai.

sports gear fence pe latke hain, aur koi bhi player aas paas nahi hota.

arjun ek kone mein jakar apne bag ko zor se bench pe phekta hai.

uska chehra tapak raha hai — aankhon mein gussa, frustration, aur kuch unsaid pressure.

tabhi peeche se nikhat ki awaaz aati hai — clear, steady.

nikhat:

bench ne kya kiya?

arjun turant peeche dekhta hai. nikhat tracksuit mein hai, whistle gale mein.

arjun (rude tone mein):

i’m not in the mood, ma’am.

nikhat (aate hue, calmly):

i can see that.

isliye to aa gayi hoon.

arjun kuch nahi bolta. aankhen door fix hain.

nikhat uske paas aake khadi hoti hai. dono ke beech ek second ka silence.

nikhat:

maine suna... canteen mein show chal raha tha tumhara.

arjun (dry laugh):

great. ab gossip bhi pahuncha diya gaya hoga staff room tak.

nikhat (shrugging):

nah... mujhe gossip pasand nahi.

bas tumhare chehre pe likha hua tha — “main kisi ko todne wala hoon.”

arjun (coldly):

kya farak padta hai, ma’am?

kisi ko kuch nahi fark padta.

nikhat (softly but directly):

tumhe padta hai.

warna itna react nahi karte.

arjun jawline tight karta hai. aankhen neeche jaati hain.

nikhat:

tumhare jaise players ko main pehli baar nahi dekh rahi...

talent jab emotion se bhara ho — toh ya toh medal milta hai, ya fracture.

arjun (corner smile):

toh aap mujhe fracture case samajh rahi ho?

nikhat:

nahi.

main tumhe ek player samajh rahi hoon jise sirf thoda space chahiye… aur sahi waqt pe ek kick.

arjun (softly):

kick toh mil gayi ma’am...

dil pe.

nikhat thoda smirk karti hai.

nikhat:

acha suno —

tumhare chehre pe “breakdown” likha hai.

main usse "warm-up" mein badalna chahti hoon.

Arjun kuch nahi bolta bas nikhat ki dekhta hai

Nikhat

Collage ke baad mujhe ghar chhod doge,

Arjun uska tone samajh jata hai or use ek smile pass karta hai,nikhat bhi uski aankho me dekh kar smile karti hai

college library ke bahar ka bench – dopahar ke baad ka waqt

shaam dhalne wali hoti hai. library ka outer corridor shaant hai.

books return karne wale student slowly nikal rahe hote hain.

zaheer ek kone wale wooden bench pe baitha hota hai — haath mein ek closed notebook, aankhen aage fix.

thodi der baad shanu aati hai, shoulder pe sling bag, ek haath mein juice bottle.

wo zaheer ko dekh ke ruk jaati hai — phir quietly uske paas aake bench ke dusre side baith jaati hai.

shanu (casually):

tum kabse yahan baithe ho?

zaheer:

jab se aankhon ne bheed dekhna band kiya.

shanu halka sa smile karti hai, kuch nahi kehti.

wo bottle se ek sip leti hai aur bag apne lap pe adjust karti hai.

shanu (thoda dekhte hue):

tumhara mood thoda... zyada hi calm lag raha hai aaj.

zaheer (half smile):

woh toh tab hota hai jab andar kuch chal raha ho.

thoda silence. dono bench ki opposite end par hote hue bhi, ek dusre ke mood ko absorb kar rahe hote hain.

zaheer (dekhe bina):

ammu ke liye rishta aaya hai.

shanu (thoda startled, par reaction control kar ke):

accha?

zaheer (same tone):

haan. khala ka reference hai.

amma... matlab sorry — abba baat kar rahe hain

Ammu ko abhi nahi bataya hai

shanu (softly, sir hilaate hue):

hmm...

wo thodi der uske chehre ko dekhti hai — na udasi hai, na khushi — sirf ek flat acceptance.

phir uski aankhon mein ek subtle curiosity aati hai.

shanu (teasing smile ke saath):

fir tumne mujhe pehle kyun bataya?

zaheer (seedha uski taraf dekhte hue, calmly):

kyunki ek tum hi to ho...

jisse dimag ki baatein bhi share kar sakta hoon...

aur dil ki bhi.

shanu uske aankhon se nazar chhupane ke liye thoda side dekhti hai.

chehre pe ek controlled blush aa jaata hai — wo sip lete hue aankhon se usse avoid karti hai.

shanu sirf apni ponytail ko adjust karte hue halki si laugh nikaalti hai... aur seedhi nikal jaati hai.

zaheer bench pe lean karta hai — notebook ab bhi bandh hai,

lekin chehre pe ek subtle peace hota hai — jaise kuch unsaid bol diya gaya ho.

[Anum sheikh]

Nikhat or Arjun ki chemistry, next asid or basis dono k milap se dhamaka dekhny ko nzer aa rha

[Kuchnahi24]

Superb writing, every line describing a particular emotion. Loved arjun and ammu pair . Lest see whats their future. Pahle laga tha arjun galat hoga par start zaheer ki bewkoofi se hua h. Ye tussle lambi chalne wali aur aage family ko bhi involve karne wali lag rahi h. Just a thought shayad arjun ammu aur zaheer shanu ka pair sath rahega… lets see arjun ammu ka patchup karwate ho ya baat aage badhte ho.. intzaar rahega aage updates ka…

Aapke updates ka intzaar rahta h dost… big thumbs up again ??

[Greenwood]

Nikhat or Arjun ki chemistry, next asid or basis dono k milap se dhamaka dekhny ko nzer aa rha

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[Greenwood]

Superb writing, every line describing a particular emotion. Loved arjun and ammu pair . Lest see whats their future. Pahle laga tha arjun galat hoga par start zaheer ki bewkoofi se hua h. Ye tussle lambi chalne wali aur aage family ko bhi involve karne wali lag rahi h. Just a thought shayad arjun ammu aur zaheer shanu ka pair sath rahega… lets see arjun ammu ka patchup karwate ho ya baat aage badhte ho.. intzaar rahega aage updates ka…

Aapke updates ka intzaar rahta h dost… big thumbs up again ??

Oh bro that's so sweet gesture from you
Bas story se jude rahiye 
Apna pyaar dete rahiye or feedback bhi
Lafde to ab start honge mere dost ?

[Greenwood]

Update 19

college stairs – late afternoon

zaheer se bench pe chhoti si baat ke baad shanu canteen wale side stairs pe baithti hai —

ek sip juice ka leti hai, lekin ab uska mood clear nahi hai.

uske mann mein abhi bhi zaheer ka woh flat, emotionless tone goonj raha hota hai:

"ammu ke liye rishta aaya hai... abhi usse bataya nahi."

shanu apna phone nikalti hai — uske fingers thoda ruki-ruki si hoti hain, jaise confused ho ki kya kare.

fir screen pe scroll karte hue... “arjun”.

shanu (andar hi andar):

uska haq banta hai yeh jaanna...

chahe kitna bhi gussa kyun na ho.

wo turant call tap karti hai.

roadside chai tapri – arjun & nikhat

arjun aur nikhat ek roadside tapri ke paas khade hain —

nikhat chai le rahi hoti hai aur arjun apne phone ko silent pe dal ke pocket mein daal chuka hota hai.

nikhat usse kisi old championship story suna rahi hoti hai, aur arjun usme engaged hai, halki si hansi bhi uske chehre pe hai —

kaafi din baad relaxed.

tabhi uska phone silent mode mein vibration karta hai —

“shanu calling...”

lekin arjun unaware hota hai.

screen blink karta hai: “call not answered.”

shanu thoda der dekhti rehti hai — aankhon mein kuch mix emotions hote hain:

annoyance nahi, par ek chhupi si frustration — jaise dil keh raha ho ki arjun ko farq padna chahiye.

shanu (soft sigh leke):

fine..

wo phone side mein rakhti hai, bag uthati hai.

stairs se utarte hue ek second ke liye rukti hai...

phir aankhon mein thoda thaka hua smile aata hai.

shanu (andar hi andar, calmly):

shaam ko bata dungi... samne baith

ek black matte finish bike pe arjun aur nikhat baithe hote hain. arjun front pe, perfectly balanced. nikhat piche, bina kisi hesitation ke — full confident vibe mein. dono ne helmets pehne hain, lekin aankhon ka no-nonsense expression dikh raha hai.

background mein music chal raha hota hai — koi lo-fi beat ya instrumental

(jese: electric guitar ke soft riffs + drum rolls)

bike jaise hi smooth turn leti hai, hawa donon ke jackets ko thoda flutter kar rahi hoti hai.

nikhat (slightly leaning forward, helmet ke andar se):

“right gear lagaya tune?”

arjun (calm tone mein, throttle smooth karta hai):

“fourth pe hoon. full control mein hai.”

nikhat (halka sa hansi ke saath):

“kabhi kabhi lagta hai tu race nahi, meditation karta hai.”

arjun (smirks):

“bike bhi agar feel kare ki rider sure hai... to zyada noise nahi karti.”

cut to: flyover ka curve —

arjun smooth lean leta hai, body naturally tilt hoti hai. nikhat perfectly uska motion follow karti hai, jaise dono ek hi body mein ho. koi imbalance nahi, koi doubt nahi.

cut to: red signal — bike rukti hai.

nikhat arjun ke shoulder pe thoda knock karti hai.

nikhat:

“next turn pe chalein left... shortcut hai mere Ghar ka.”

green signal.

bike blast karti hai aage — lekin bina harsh throttle ke. full grace, full flow. hawaa bike ke 360° around ghoom rahi hai — jaise dono rider us road ke sirf guest nahi, owners hain.

cut to: ek open highway patch —

arjun slightly speed badhaata hai.

nikhat (excited voice mein):

“yesss... that’s the feeling!”

arjun (almost whispering):

“this is it. no crowd. no noise. just us... and the road.”

nikhat ke ghar ke paas ka rasta, shaam ke 5 baje

bike smoothly chal rahi hoti hai. traffic kam hai. hawa thodi thandi ho gayi hai. nikhat peechhe se halka jhukti hai arjun ke paas.

nikhat (helmet ke andar se cheekhti hai):

“ghar pe chhod de raha hai ya coffee pila raha hai?”

arjun (helmet ke andar se hansi chhupata hai, bas ek haath se thumbs up dikhata hai aur sir nod karta hai):

“coffee. tu treat de rahi hai, right?”

Nikhat (shocked)

Tu???

Arjun (smirk)

Main dosto ko tu hi bolta hu...

Nikhat(teasing)

Main dost kab ban gayi... Coach hu tumhari

Arjun(flirt)

Dost nahi to kuch or ban ja... Teri itni madad ki hai competition me.. kuch or na sahi kam se kam dosti ka to naam de is rishtey ko

nikhat (teasing tone):

“dekh le... moka mila toh main challenge bhi doongi!”

arjun (thoda speed badhata hai):

“challenge accepted.”

cozy street-side café – “bean theory”

wooden tables, yellow lights, light jazz-pop music chal raha hai background mein. dono bike park karke andar aate hain, helmets table pe rakhte hain. dono thode relaxed, lekin energy high.

nikhat:

“main cappuccino lungi. tu kya lega — ya bas mujhe taadta rahega?”

arjun (casually):

“black. bina sugar ke. jaise teri reality.”

nikhat:

“shut up. tujhe zyada bolne ki aadat ho gayi hai jab se finals ke baad free hua hai.”

waiter order le jaata hai. dono table pe baithte hain, glass ke bahar ka road view dikh raha hota hai.

nikhat aankhon mein spark leke:

“sun, bet lagate hain. agar tune mere drink mein pehle sip liya… toh tu meri ek baat bina argue kiye maannega.”

arjun (eyebrow raise karke):

“aur agar main na loo?”

nikhat:

“toh main maanungi. fair?”

arjun:

“deal.”

nikhat drink ke aane ka intezaar karti hai. tab tak dono ek dusre ko taunting look de rahe hote hain. waiter dono cups rakh ke chala jaata hai.

nikhat (coffee ke cup ko slow motion mein uthate hue, arjun ki aankhon mein dekhte hue):

“tu darega nahi toh…”

jaise hi wo peene lagti hai — arjun lightning fast uska cup kheench ke pehle sip le leta hai.

nikhat:

“ohhhhhh cheater!!”

arjun (victory smile ke saath):

“you said if i sip first. now i win.”

nikhat (hans ke):

“fine. ab sun. tu café ke andar gaana bajte hi uthke thoda sa jhoomega — aur main bhi karungi... let’s make the whole café groove.”

arjun (shock):

“what— tu serious hai?”

nikhat (firm):

“no backing out. tu hi toh bola tha — bina argue maanoonga.”

background mein gaana bajta hai: "lehenga – jass manak" ya koi upbeat punjabi track

nikhat turant uth jaati hai aur table ke paas thoda jhoomne lagti hai. café ke kuch log pehle awkwardly dekhte hain, lekin phir ek ladka bhi uthke beat pe tap karne lagta hai.

arjun pehle resist karta hai, lekin phir slowly uthta hai, shoulders shake karta hai, aur nikhat ke opposite groove mein aa jaata hai.

thodi der mein poora café laugh aur beat mein jhoom raha hota hai.

nikhat:

“dekha? main vibe create karti hoon.”

arjun (laugh ke beech):

“tu vibe nahi, full viral moment hai!”

café mein ab light laughter aur normal vibe wapas aa gayi hai. arjun aur nikhat table pe wapas baith chuke hain, dono ke chehre flushed from dance and energy.

nikhat (table pe elbows rakhti hai):

“man, tu actual mein sahi partner nikla dance ke liye.”

arjun (coffee sip lete hue):

“bas tune signal diya... aur main flow mein aa gaya.”

tabhi waiter arjun ka special black coffee leke aata hai — cup se halki steam nikal rahi hoti hai, aroma strong.

nikhat (eyebrow raise karke):

“ab meri baari. same bet.”

arjun (cup ko haath mein uthate hue):

“same rule?”

nikhat:

“obviously. agar main pehle sip le lungi toh... tu mere saath ek aur round dance karega — is baar slow wala.”

arjun (smiles):

“aur agar main jeeta?”

nikhat:

“toh main kuch bhi karungi. bol.”

arjun (slight smirk ke saath):

“bet locked.”

nikhat cup ke taraf haath badhati hai — lekin arjun usse ek second pehle sip le leta hai. phir se!

nikhat:

“NOOOO!! again?! tu psychic hai kya?”

arjun (cup table pe rakhta hai, lean karke casually bolta hai):

“main bas timing samajhta hoon.”

nikhat:

“fine. bolo kya karna hai mujhe?”

arjun (eyes narrowed, voice thoda mysterious):

“nahi... abhi nahi bataunga.”

nikhat (confused + annoyed):

“kya matlab?! tu jeet gaya hai — mujhe bataana padega na?”

arjun (coolly):

“nahi. waqt aane par. abhi bas yaad rakh... ek baat baaki hai.”

nikhat uski aankhon mein dekhti hai — thoda challenge karne wali look, thoda interest.

“you’re playing with fire, singh.”

arjun (smirking, aankhon mein thoda tease):

“tabhi toh warm coffee pasand hai mujhe.”

background mein ek soft acoustic version of “ilahi – yeh jawaani hai deewani” bajta hai.

cut to: dono window side pe baith ke coffee finish karte hain, slow beat ke saath... nikhat andar se curious hoti ja rahi hai, lekin arjun full chill mode mein —

[b]café ke bahar – shaam dhundhli hone lagi hai[/b]

arjun aur nikhat café se nikalte hain. dono ka mood light aur happy hai. bike pe wapas baithte hain.

nikhat (helmet pehna start karti hai):

“jaldi chalo, varna amma ka interrogation shuru ho jaayega.”

arjun (hassi chhupate hue):

“main toh bas delivery boy hoon. time pe parcel pohcha deta hoon.”

nikhat:

“haan haan. main toh parcel hi hoon.”

dono hans kar bike start karte hain.

kuch hi door chale hote hain ki tez barish shuru ho jaati hai

paani pehle halki phuhar hota hai, fir achanak full downpour.

arjun (shout karta hai, over rain):

“nikhat! cover kar le apna sir! jacket ka zip band kar!”

nikhat (helmet utaar ke, dono haath hawa mein fela deti hai):

“NO! let it happen!”

bike slowly chal rahi hoti hai. nikhat peeche se thoda sa seedhi ho jaati hai, dono haath upar, face sky ki taraf — aankhein band — cheekon par boondein girti hain.

uski jacket bheegti hai, lekin uska chehra glow karta hai. boondein uski lashes pe tikti hain, lips par halki si muskurahat... jaise har drop ek mehfil ho.

arjun apna focus lose nahi karta, lekin uske liye mano sab slow motion me ho raha hai... traffic security officer wale ka sity bajana, sadak se pani ka udna, kisi ki scooty sadak me slip hona, samne se tez aati car.... wo mirror se uski nazar baar-baar jaake nikhat pe tik jaati hai.

uska man kare toh bike rok de, sirf uski har ek ada ko dekhte rahe.

nikhat ki woh raw khushi, bina kisi pose ke — bas feel karna, bina kisi soch ke.

arjun (andar hi andar, bike chalate hue):

Just beautiful ? 

barish aur tez ho jaati hai. road ke kinare paani jama ho raha hai. log chhup rahe hote hain — lekin yeh dono us paagalpan mein nikalte ja rahe hain, jaise duniya sirf un dono ki ho.

slow background music bajta hai — “raabta (agent vinod slow version)” ya phir koi soulful acoustic melody.

arjun ka face — mirror mein nikhat ko dekhte hue, ek light si smile ke saath... aur nikhat — aankhein band, face barish ke neeche, haathon se hawa ko pakadne ki koshish karti — jaise wo har pal ko chhuna chahti ho.

nikhat ka ghar — ek purana, lekin beautifully maintained bungalow, white jali wali windows aur green gate

bike thak-thak sound ke saath gate ke paas rukti hai. dono poore bheege hue — arjun ka hair se paani tapak raha hota hai, nikhat ki jacket cheekon se chipki hoti hai, lekin aankhon mein wohi barish wali masti.

nikhat (gate kholti hai, chhoti si smile ke saath):

“andar aaja... warna barish tujhe dissolve kar degi.”

arjun (jacket nikalte hue):

“lagta hai barish rukne wali nahi”

andar se darwaza khulta hai — ek aurat, simple cotton dupatta pehne, ek almost 50s age ki aurat— lekin aankhon mein warmth. yahi hai ‘khala’.

khala (door par aankh mein paani dekhte hue):

nikhat! itni tez barish mein? kapde dekho zara!

nikhat (khush hokar):

“khalaaa! relax, maza aa gaya.”

khala arjun ki taraf dekhti hain, phir uski bheegi condition dekh ke thoda narazgi aur pyaar mix expression aata hai.

khala:

“aur ye kaun hai? ye bhi bheega hua parcel hi lag raha hai.”

nikhat (laugh karte hue):

“arre ye toh mera delivery boy hai. mujhe ghar tak drop karne wala.

arjun (folded hands ke saath):

“namaste khala ji... main arjun.”

khala (narm ho kar):

“andar aao dono. pehle towel lo, phir chai.”

drawing room – warm yellow light, ek table pe dry towel, ek kone mein framed photos (nikhat ke maa-baap ke), ek low-volume radio baj raha hai

nikhat towel se baal sukha rahi hoti hai, arjun ek armchair pe baitha hota hai.

khala dono ke liye adrak wali chai aur biscuit laati hain.

khala (nikhat se):

“tere maa-baap hote toh tujhe daant padti... tu toh bas badmash ho gayi hai.”

nikhat (cup uthate hue):

“aur tu toh mummy papa dono ban gayi hai na... toh daant le abhi.”

khala halka sa hasti hain, lekin aankhon ke kone nam ho jaate hain — [b]unke liye yeh routine hai, lekin har baar thoda sa dil bhar jaata hai.[/b]

[b][b]arjun slowly un dono ke beech ki bonding observe karta hai. uska chehra serious ho jaata hai — pehli baar wo nikhat ko uske mask ke peeche dekh raha hota hai.[/b][/b]

nikhat (khala ki taraf dekhti hai):

“yehi hai woh... jo baarish mein bhi bike sambhal leta hai.”

khala (muskurate hue):

“toh iske liye kuch garam pakode bhi hone chahiye.”

nikhat (arjun ki taraf):

“ab tu gaya... khala ke haath ke pakode khaye bina koi nahi jaata.”

arjun (softly):

“main kahaan jaa raha hoon…

Or radio par ek gane ki line aati hai "rishta dil se dil ke aetbaar ka,zinda hai hamee se naam pyaar ka

— warm drawing room ka frame, ek table jahan chai, biscuit, aur thodi dosti — thodi khaamoshi — lekin sab kuch apna sa lagta hai.

nikhat ka drawing room – shaam ka waqt, bahar ab bhi halki barish ho rahi hai

arjun armchair mein relaxed baitha hota hai, khala pakode serve karte waqt tray rakh ke uski taraf dekhti hain.

khala:

“main nikhat ko bula laati hoon... chai thandi ho rahi hai.”

arjun (halki muskurahat ke saath):

nahi khala, aap baithiye. main le aata hoon... kaan pakad ke.”

khala (thoda hansi ke saath, aankhon mein dher saara pyaar):
“le ja beta. mujhe toh ab tu hi samajhdar lag raha hai.”

arjun uthta hai — slow pace mein ghar ke andar ki taraf badhta hai.
ghar mein purani wooden flooring, soft yellow bulbs aur walls pe black-and-white framed tasveerein. ek ghar jo purani yaadon se bhara hai, lekin carefully sambhala gaya hai.

arjun har kadam pe dheere se dekhta hai — ek corner pe harmonium, ek purana diya rack pe, aur ek shelf jismein nikhat ke maa-baap ki jawaani ki tasveer hai — nikhat ki aankhon jaisi aankhen uski maa ki, aur uska confident chehra uske baap ka.

ek kamre ke samne se guzarta hai — darwaaza halka sa khula hota hai. andar light jal rahi hai.

arjun thoda rukta hai — bas halki nazar dalta hai.

[b]andar ek clean room. ek study desk. ek diary jismein pen abhi bhi khula pada hai. ek white dupatta bed ke kone pe. aur ek wind chime jo barish ke hawa se hil raha hai — ting ting ki halka sa sound.arjun dhire se darwaza kholta hai or andar jata hai kamre me just enter hote hi left side me ek mirror hai jiske samne nikhat unhi gile kapdo me khadi hoti hai, or arjun use dekhne lagta hai... Nikhat ko abhi yeh maloom nahi ki koi is kamre me aa chuka hai[/b]

[Anum sheikh]

So writer sb k ander wali Ekta Kapoor jagh rhi, don't mind just kidding

[Kuchnahi24]

Oh bro that's so sweet gesture from you
Bas story se jude rahiye 
Apna pyaar dete rahiye or feedback bhi
Lafde to ab start honge mere dost ?

Hahhahaha lag hi raha tha shuru se kaafi kuch misunderstanding and ego clash hone wala h … bs arjun ammu ka scene bana rahe they are my fav … 

Aapki writing style filmy scene ki tarah readers ko screenplay sochne par majbur kar rhi h ??

[Greenwood]

So writer sb k ander wali Ekta Kapoor jagh rhi, don't mind just kidding

Is baar no ekta kapoor 
Is baar Rajamouli ki masterpiece

[Greenwood]

Hahhahaha lag hi raha tha shuru se kaafi kuch misunderstanding and ego clash hone wala h … bs arjun ammu ka scene bana rahe they are my fav … 

Aapki writing style filmy scene ki tarah readers ko screenplay sochne par majbur kar rhi h ??

Bahut bahut shukriya sir apka appreciation ka

Thoda twist to aane do sarkar...
Apke arjun or Ammu kahi nahi ja rahi 
Heheh

[Kuchnahi24]

Bahut bahut shukriya sir apka appreciation ka

Thoda twist to aane do sarkar...
Apke arjun or Ammu kahi nahi ja rahi 
Heheh

Hahahaha jarur bhai ab hum yatra mai aur aap sarthi dekhein kaha jaate hai …

[Greenwood]

Update 20

azhar ka ghar – shaam ka waqt, bahar tez barish

ek dim light wala hall, jahan azhar sofa pe baitha hota hai. ek purani clock tik-tik kar rahi hai. uske haath uske lap mein folded hain, aankhen kahin door lag rahi hain — soch raha hota hai.

azhar (andar hi andar):

“tum nahi ho to sab kuch adhoora hai. kaise sambhalun in bachiyon ko… kis se mashwara karun... kis se kahun ki ammu ke liye rishte ki baat sahi hai ya nahi?”

uske chehre pe stress, thakan aur guilt saaf dikh raha hota hai. ek pal ke liye wo apna seena pakadta hai — ek sharp dard sa mehsoos hota hai.

azhar (halke awaz mein):

Yaa maalikkkk

wo sofa se uthne ki koshish karta hai, lekin pair ladkhadate hain. girne se pehle zaheer tez kadam se andar aata hai aur use pakad leta hai.

zaheer:

“baba?! kya hua?!”

pratap, jo is barish ke mosam me gali ke kinare se madhu ke liye pakode lene gaya tha wo azhar ke ghar ke samne se nikalta hai or andar ka kolahal dekhta hai to bhaga chala jata hai, uske hath se wo pakode ka packet barish me gir gaya tha or wo awaz sunke andar aa jaata hai. kuch aur log bhi pichhe-pichhe.

pratap (ghabra ke):

“zaheer, chhoti ambulance bulao! der na karo!”

scene cut – hospital emergency room – baarish ka sound muted ho chuka hai

azhar ko stretcher pe le jaya ja raha hota hai. nurse injections ready kar rahi hoti hai. doctor monitor dekh raha hota hai.

ammu ghar ke ek kone mein khadi hai, ro ro ke bura haal. asma uske paas chipki hoti hai, darr ke maare kuch bol nahi rahi.

shanu dono ko sambhal rahi hoti hai, unka sir thame, halki halki back rub karte hue.

Pratap (nurse se softly):

“please, uska BP check karte rahiye. unki sugar low hoti hai.”

do ghante ka intezaar. sabke chehre par silence aur anxiety chipki hoti hai.

phir doctor aata hai, mask nikaal ke muskurata hai:

doctor:

“ab theek hai. stress aur anxiety ka attack tha. rest zaroori hai. ghar le jaa sakte ho.”

scene cut – azhar ka ghar – sham ke 7 baje

azhar ko dhire dhire andar laaya jaa raha hota hai. zaheer aur pratap uska haath pakad ke support dete hain.

drawing room mein ammu, asma, shanu aur madhu khade hote hain — jaise kisi sankat ke baad kisi apne ke wapas lautne ka intezaar ho.

jaise hi azhar andar aata hai, ammu aur asma dono uski taraf daud jaati hain.

ammu (phoot phoot ke roti hai):

“abba… baba kyun kiya aapne aisa… humein dara diya…”

asma bhi uske lap se chipak jaati hai.

azhar (kamzor awaaz mein):

“meri bachi… main thak gaya tha. soch raha tha tumhare liye…”

sab kuch chup ho jaata hai. madhu pani laati hai.

pratap azhar ke paas baithta hai.

pratap:

Kamal karte ho yaar... ye kya kiya... tumne inhe bataya hi nahi. ye sab andar rakh ke khud pe le aaye. ammu ke liye jo rishte ki baat thi... tu tension mat le.”

zaheer dheere se bolta hai:

Ammu... Tere liye ek rishta aaya hai or....

ammu ka chehra suddenly pale ho jaata hai — aankhen zyada blink karne lagti hain, jaise kuch samajhne ki koshish kar rahi ho.

uske andar kuch tutne ki awaaz hoti hai — lekin wo bahar nahi aati. uska gala sukhta hai, par uska muh bandh rehta hai.

shanu ammu ka chehra dekh leti hai. wo jaanti hai — yeh reaction sirf ek shock nahi hai... yeh andar se kuch aur tha.

madhu (slowly):

“ammu... kuch kehna chahti hai tu?”

ammu ka andar ka dard uski aankhon mein bhar jaata hai — lekin uska muh... chup.

woh bas sir halke se haan mein hila deti hai. koi shabd nahi. koi sawal nahi.

shanu ka gala bhari jaata hai. wo kuch kehna chahti hai, lekin nahi keh pati

ammu bas dheere se apne baap ki taraf dekhti hai — azhar ke aankh band hain, lekin uska chehra thaka hua aur masoom lag raha hota hai.

ammu aankhen paani se bhari hui, lekin face pe clarity hoti hai. wo apne baap ki halat dekhti hai, uski aankhon ke neeche ke dark circles, aur ek akeli insaan ka bojh samajh jaati hai.

ammu (ruk-ruk ke, aankhon mein aansuon ke saath):

“main tayyar hoon, abba.”

azhar (emotional ho kar use gale laga leta hai):

“meri bachi... meri jaan…”

shanu thoda piche hoti hai, kuch bol nahi pati. uske chehre pe shock, guilt aur chhupa hua dard hota hai. uska dil jaanta hai — arjun aur ammu ke beech kuch tha, kuch hai. lekin yeh waqt nahi hai kuch kehne ka.

azhar apni dono betiyon ko baahon mein liye baitha hota hai, pratap, madhu, shanu aur zaheer side mein — ek emotional sa ghar ka kona jahan sab thak gaye hain, lekin ek rishta sambhal gaya hai.

ammu akeli baithi hoti hai — aankhon se aansu gir rahe hote hain, bina awaaz ke.

uski ungliyon mein ek chhoti si moorat hoti hai — uski maa ki yaad, ya koi purani cheez.

barish kam ho gayi hai. lekin uske andar toofaan ab bhi chal raha hota hai.

andar drawing room mein sab shaant hai. shanu aur madhu kitchen mein chai bana rahi hain.

azhar bed pe takiye ka sahara liye, halka sa straight baitha hota hai. uske haath abhi bhi kamzor hain, lekin aankhon mein ek thakaan bhari urgency.

zaheer uske paas kursi pe baitha hota hai — thoda hesitant, thoda samajhne ki koshish mein.

azhar (thodi kamzor awaaz mein, lekin theek se):

“zaheer... ek baat sun.”

zaheer (aage jhuk kar):

“jee baba.”

azhar:

“husna khala se baat kar... kehna, woh log rishte ki mulaqat jald se jald fix karein. main der nahi chahta.”

zaheer ek pal ke liye chup ho jaata hai. uska gala sukhta hai. aankhon ke kone pe tension jam jaata hai.

wo dheere se pratap ki taraf dekhta hai — ek pal ke liye.

pratap ek kone mein sofa pe baitha hota hai, dono haath jodne ki position mein. uski aankhon mein thakaan bhi hai, samajh bhi.

zaheer ki aankhon ka sawaal bina bole samajh jaata hai.

“kya yeh theek hai? abhi? itni jaldi?”

pratap bas halka sa sir jhukake 'haan' mein nod karta hai.

uski aankhon mein likha hota hai —

“yeh waqt ab azhar ki sukoon ki baat hai. baaki sab baad mein.”

zaheer phir apne abba ki taraf mudta hai. aankhon mein halka kasak hota hai, lekin awaaz mein control:

zaheer:

“jee baba. kal hi khala ko bol deta hoon... mulaqat fix kar lenge.”

Azhar:

Kal nahi mere bete,apne baap ki haalat dekh abhi isi waqt phone kar

Zaheer pratap ki taraf ek nazar karta hai or apne mobile se husna ko call karta hai

Zaheer

Hello khala, salam... Kaise ho.... Jee main wo keh raha tha ki,hum tayar hai Ammu ke rishte ke liye... Aap jald se jald meeting fix kar dijiye... Bilkul bhi deti nahi honi chahiye... Jee... Jee... Jee aap bhi khayal rakhna

azhar ke chehre pe ek sukoon ki lakeer aa jaati hai. wo halka sa aasman ki taraf dekhta hai, jaise keh raha ho — “ab tu dekh lena, meri zimmedari puri ho gayi.”

background mein clock ki tik-tik aur barish ki halka sa sound.

zaheer silently uthta hai, ek baar drawing room ke dark kone mein rukta hai, fir chupke se madhu ke paas jata hai.

zaheer (narm tone mein):

“amma... khala se baat karli hai. Baba ne kaha hai... jald rishte ki mulaqat fix karni hai.”

madhu (uske haath pakadti hai):

Lekin beta itna jaldi sab kaise... aise waqt me liye gaye faisle kya sahi hote hai

Ammu Shanu or asma unki baatein sun lete hai, or Zaheer or Ammu ki nazar ek pal ke liye milti hai fir Ammu niche dekhne lagti hai

Ammustaring floor,hard tone me)

Amma main tayar hu, baba se aage kuch bhi nahi hai

Shanu Zaheer se ek pal ke liye aankh milati hai mano ki puch rahi ho ki yeh sab kya ho raha hai ?? Or wo kya bol raha hai, jispe zaheer bhi aankho se jawab deta hai ki uske bhi samajh se bahar ki hai yeh baat fir

Madhu or shanu ek dusre ko ek pal ke liye dekhte hai ki jaise yeh kya ho raha sab achanak se or fir wo bolti hai

Madhu:

Zaheer, main kar lungi sab. tu bas baba ke saath reh.

zaheer Ammu ki aankhon mein ek baar jhankta hai. uski aankhon ke peeche ka dard — lekin shanu jo paas khadi hoti hai, sab samajh leti hai.

ammu ka room – raat ka waqt, ek halki light jali hai, darwaza thoda sa band hai

ammu palang ke kone pe baithi hoti hai, pair moorh ke. aankhon mein thakaan hai, lekin neend nahi. haathon mein ek purani diary hai — khuli nahi hai, sirf ungliyon se thapthapaa rahi hoti hai.

tabhi darwaza halki si khat-khat ke saath khulta hai. shanu andar jhaankti hai.

shanu (faint whisper):

“main andar aa jaaun?”

ammu (sir hila ke):

“hmm…”

shanu aake uske paas baith jaati hai. dono side-by-side, thoda space chod ke. kamre mein sirf clock ki halki tik-tik.

bahar se thoda murmur sunayi deta hai — zaheer, pratap aur azhar dining table pe dinner le rahe hote hain. asma aur madhu unka khayal rakh rahi hoti hain.

andar – ammu dheere se bolti hai, bina shanu ki taraf dekhe:

ammu (dheere, almost whisper):

“sab kitni jaldi ho raha hai na…”

shanu (utni hi dheemi awaaz mein):

“haan… jaise kisi ne remote fast-forward pe chala diya ho.”

ammu (halka sa aankhon mein nami):

“mujhe kuch bolna bhi tha... lekin abba ko aise dekh ke… kuch keh nahi paayi.”

shanu (softly):

“main jaanti hoon…”

ek second ke liye dono chup ho jaati hain. ek unsaid silence, jismein dard bhi hai aur ek dusre ki samajh bhi.

shanu (dheere se):

“tu khush toh nahi lag rahi.”

ammu (slow blink karte hue, aankhon se seedha saamne dekhte hue):

“main bas... chah rahi hoon ki abba theek ho jaayein. uske aage kuch soch hi nahi paa rahi.”

shanu uski taraf dheere se jhukti hai, uska haath pakad leti hai.

shanu (whisper mein):

“lekin tu toh... arjun ko…”

ammu uski taraf dekhti hai — aankhen bhar aayi hoti hain, lekin lips tight hain.

ammu (dheere se, ruk ke):

“us waqt… kuch tha. par ab... nahi keh sakti.”

shanu kuch nahi kehti, bas uska haath aur tight pakad leti hai.

bahar se zaheer ki awaaz aati hai, kisi ne kuch funny bola hota hai, halki si hansi ki awaaz aati hai — lekin ye kamra usse bilkul alag mehsoos ho raha hota hai.

ammu apna sir shanu ke kandhe pe rakh leti hai — ek pal ke liye.

ammu (murmur mein):

“kabhi kabhi apna kuch rakhne ke liye... kisi apne ka khwaab chhodna pada padta hai.”

shanu kuch nahi bolti. sirf uski peeth thapthapati hai, jaise keh rahi ho — “main samajhti hoon.”

dono ladkiyaan, ek dusre ke saath chhup-chhup ke sab kuch sah leti hain aur ghar ke kisi kone mein, barish ka pani ab bhi pipe se tapak raha hota hai.

Asma aati hai or dono ladkiyo ko khane ke liye bula kar le jati hai,Ammu khane ke liye mana karti hai lekin Shanu ke zid karne par wo bhari Mann se khana khane ke liye tayar hoti hai or bahar dining par sab bethe hote hai...

azhar takiye ke sahare baitha hai, pratap uske paas. madhu, asma aur zaheer khana serve kar rahe hote hain. table par steam uthti dal, roti, aur chawal ki platein. lekin koi bhi waaqai bhookh se nahi, bas farz se kha raha hota hai.

pratap do bites ke baad thoda rukta hai — madhu ki taraf dekhta hai, softly poochta hai:

pratap (narm tone mein):

“madhu… arjun kahan hai?”

yeh ek simple sawaal hota hai… lekin table par ek pal ke liye sab kuch freeze ho jaata hai.

madhu aankhon se pratap ki taraf

dekhti hai, phir zaheer ki taraf.

zaheer ka haath spoon se dal serve karte hue rukh jaata hai. uska chehra suddenly blank ho jaata hai. kuch bhi react nahi karta, bas silently apna kaam rokta hai.

do second ki khaamoshi. fir zaheer bina kisi se kuch kahe — plate chhod kar uthta hai, aur side room ki taraf chala jaata hai.

uske kadam heavy hote hain. peeche se azhar uski taraf dekhta hai.

madhu (narm si hansi ke saath, pratap se):

“kahiin busy hi hoga. aapko toh pata hai… phone uthana bhool jaata hai.”

pratap uski baat accept karta hai, lekin aankhon mein ek chinta chhupi hoti hai

Cut to few hours ago...

Nikhat mirror ke samne unhi gile kapdo mein khadi hoti hai, or arjun use bina palak jhapkaye dekh raha hota hai...

Nikhat apni denim jacket nikal kar side me patak deti hai or fir apne kurte ke do button kholti hai or fir ek pal ke liye mirror me dekhti hai,use apne galo par abhi bhi paani laga hua mehsoos hota hai... Wo paas hi rakhe small towel se wo pani saaf karti hai or fir apne hatho se apna kurta pakadti hai...

Arjun abhi bhi use dil tham ke dekh raha tha, or room ka darwaza abhi bhi khula hua hai,

Nikhat bina koi waqt gawaye apna kurta pakad kar upar ki taraf khinchti hai or apne badan se wo kurta aazad kar deti hai,

Ek designing red maroon color ka bra uske kurte ke hatte hi samne aata hai or nikhat wo kurta wahi zameen par patak deti hai...

Ek tez hawa ka jhonka or room ka darwaza apne aap band hota, nikhat ek pal ke liye ghabra jati hai or mood kar darwaze ki taraf dekhti to use samne arjun dikhai deta hai... Arjun bhi darwaze ke band hone se thoda hosh me aata hai,

Nikhat or arjun ka eye contact hota hai, mano nikhat arjun se apne badan ko aankho hi aankho me chhipa rahi ho lekin arjun ki aankhein to kuch or hi bayaan kar rahi thi... Un aankho me chamak thi nikhat ke badan ko explore karne ki, un aankho me ek betaabi thi nikhat ke badan ko dekhne ko, un aankho me ek curiosity thi aage hone wale pal ki... Arjun dhire dhire nikhat ki taraf kadam badhata hai, or nikhat dhire dhire piche hoti jati hai or apne hatho se apne upper parts ko chhupane lagti hai... Uski aankho me darr nazar aa raha tha lekin pata nahi kyu usne arjun ko apne paas aane se nahi roka, wo arjun ke sath kadam taal karte huye piche khiskati rehti hai or aakhir me pichhe dressing mirror se uski pith sat jati hai, arjun ab apne pero ki speed tej kar deta hai or agle kuch seconda me wo nikhat ke bilkul kareeb hota hai... Arjun apne hatho se nikhat ki kamar ko pakadta hai, Nikhat ki saansein ab tez hone lagti hai mano usne ek hafte ki training ek din me karli ho,

Arjun ki aankho me chamak ab bhi mojud thi... Wo apne hath nikhat ki kamar se hote huye uske jeans ke button tak lata hai or is doran uska eye contact nikhat se ek second ke liye bhi nahi hatta... Arjun nikhat ki jeans ka button ek jhatke me khol deta hai, or pata nahi kyu Nikhat bhi bina kisi ehsaas ke bas uska sath deti jati hai... Arjun nikhat ko utha kar dressing ke slab par betha deta hai or aakhir kar nikhat se eye contact tod kar uske neck par apne lips rakh deta hai... Nikhat ki aankhein ek siski ahhhhh ke sath band ho jati hai, arjun nikhat ke neck ko ab apne lips se choomne lagta hai or nikhat ki saansein or tez hone lagti hai,

Arjun uske neck ko ab dono taraf se choomne lagta hai or ab uske daant uske neck ko chaba rahe hote hai... Arjun apne hatho ke istemaal se Nikhat ki jeans uske kamar se niche karne lagta hai or Nikhat bhi band aankho se hi uska sath deti hai or apni ass utha kar use permission deti hai ki wo yeh jeans uske badan se alag kar de... Arjun uske gale ko choomte huye hi uski jeans uski tango se alag kar deta hai or nikhat ek stylish red maroon color ki panty me hoti hai jo gili jeans ki wajah se gili ho chuki hoti hai... Arjun ab hatho se Nikhat ka chehra pakadta hai or uske lips se apne lips sata deta hai sath hi use apni god me utha kar sidha bed par le aata hai...

same time (crosscut)

interior – warm lamp light – silent, soft, aur personal.

arjun aur nikhat kambal ke andar hote hain, ek dusre se chipke hue — nafrat, rishte, ya duniya ka koi sawal inke beech nahi hota. sirf unki saanson ka ek halki si rhythm hoti hai.

nikhat arjun ke chest pe leeti hoti hai, fingers se uski skin pe shapes bana rahi hoti hai — circle, curve, aur kabhi ek naam.

arjun uske baal kheenchta nahi, sirf usme ungliyan chalaata hai — jaise kuch yaad rakhne ki koshish kar raha ho.

nikhat (slowly, cheek rub karte hue):

“tum poore nahi kehte… par poore ho jaate ho.”

arjun (halki hansi):

“aur tu... jaise kisi raat ki dua ho, jo poori ho gayi ho.”

[b]nikhat thoda hasti hai, fir uske lips ke paas jhuk kar softly kiss karti hai.[b]bedsheet dheere se uske pairon ke neeche se gir jaati hai. kamra ab sirf roshni aur shadows ka khel lagta hai.[/b][/b]

nikhat (slowly, thak ke):

“tum kisi ko kuch batate kyun nahi?”

arjun (aankhen band karte hue):

“kyunki log baat ko ya toh todte hain… ya yaad rakh lete hain.”

nikhat (soft whisper):

“aur tu?”

arjun:

“main sirf mehsoos karta hoon.”

nikhat ab uske lap pe aake baith jaati hai — poori body close, heartbeat sync mein.

kambal ka ek kona dheere se unke upar girta hai — lamp ki roshni uske neeche shadows mein toot jaati hai.

koi baat nahi. sirf saansein.

arjun ka haath uski kamar pe jaata hai — thoda upar, thoda ruk kar — jaise pehli baar kisi ko haan mil rahi ho.

Or dono kiss me mashgool ho jate hai, dono ke lips ek dusre ko chhodne ke liye tayar nahi they.. arjun ab apni body ko move karne lagta hai or nikhat bhi apni body ko uski body se synchronise karti hai dono ke badan par ab sirf undergarment they... Dono hi kisi bhookhe sher ki tarah ek dusre ko kha rahe hote hai... Arjun kiss ke doran hi nikhat ka left boob uske bra ke upar se hi hold karta hai tightly jisse nikhat ki ek siski nikalti jati hai lekin kiss hone ki wajah se wo bahar nahi aa pati... Or arjun us breast par apni pakad or mazboot karta jata hai or nikhat ki siski ab or badhne lagti hai... Nikhat bhi is hamle ka jawab dete huye arjun ke sir ke balo ko piche ki taraf khinchti hai or dono ka kiss tutta hai or arjun bhi nikhat ki is karwahi ka jawab or hard tarike se deta hai or wo nikhat ko pakad kar apne niche leta leta hai.. nikhat bhi arjun ke kandhe ko pakad kar apna balance banati hai or apne dono per arjun ki kamar par lapet leti hai hai... Arjun apna dick underwear ke andar se nikhat ki pussy par chalane lagta hai jo khud bhi panty ke andar hoti hai or nikhat ki siski ab tez hoti jari hai...

Arjun apna muh nikhat ke cleavge me ghusa leta hai or apni naak se waha ragad karta hai nikhat ke liye itna kafi hota hai ki wo apni panty khud se utarne lag jaye... Nikhat ki aankhein puri band hoti hai or wo siskiyo ke sath apni panty apni taango se alag karne lagti hai jisme arjun bhi uska sath deta hai, nikhat bacho hui panty apni tango ki help se alag kar deti hai or ab arjun nikhat ke upar se hat jata hai, nikhat apni saansien sambhal rahi hoti hai apne balo ko theek karke ki tabhi arjun apna aakhiri brahmastra chhodta hai or apni ungliyo se nikhat ki pussy ki lips gently sehla deta hai, nikhat apni taangein bhinch leti hai or kamar se upar uth kar ek arrow jaisa bana leti hai... Arjun thode force se uski taangein alag karke uski pussy ko dekhta hai... Nikhat ki choot thodi brown or kali ka mixture thi, dekhne se hi maloom ho raha rha tha ki yeh uska first time nahi hai, arjun apne muh me apni do ungli gili karke nikhat ki choot par sehlane lagta hai... Nikhat ki tez saansien ab or bigadne lagti hai or arjun ek halka sa slap nikhat ki choot par kar deta hai.... Is slap se nikhat ek baar ke liye tadap uthti hai or yahi mouka tha bas ki arjun ne bina der kiye apna underwear nikala... Uska strong lund jispe uski nasein dikhai de rahi thi or ek mota sa til bhi tha wo uchal kar bahar aata hai or nikhat use dekhte hi apne lips ko apne daanto me daba leti hai... Arjun nikhat ke expression ko dekh kar ek jeet ki smile karta hai... Arjun apna lund apne hatho me lekar thoda sa aage piche karta hai or apni foreskin ko piche karke apna lund nikhat ki choot par rakhta hai or pal ke liye nikhat ki aankho me dekhta hai... Nikhat ki is waqt lust se puri laal ho chuki thi or arjun apni kamar ke jor se apna lund uski choot me push karne lagta hai... Nikhat ke muh se ek tez aahhh nikal jati hai or uski aankho me kuch aansu ki boondein aa jati hai, uski choot kafi sukhi hui thi aisa lag raha mano uske kafi time se sex nahi kiya tha...

[b]Arjun ka sirf top andar jata hai or nikhat ko dard hone lagta hai, wo apne lips ko apne daanto me daba kar apni aankhein band karke apne dard ko chhupane ki koshish karti hai... Arjun thoda sa piche hota hai or nikhat ko thodi relief milti hai... Lekij uski yeh relief use pahle se jyada dard dene wali thi, arjun ek tej shot marta hai or[/b]

[b]Uska aadha lund nikhat ki tight sukhi hui choot me utar jata hai... Nikhat ke muh se ek madak siski nikalti hai ahhhh... Apne coach ki madak siski sun kar arjun ko or josh chadhta hai or wo dohri speed se ek or dhakka lagata hai or uska pura 8 inch ka lund nikhat ki choot me ghus jata hai, nikhat is hamle se tadpadati hai or arjun usi position me nikhat ke upar let jata hai or uski body ko jakad leta hai... Nikhat ki aankho se aansu nikalne lagte hai or uske muh se dard bhari aahein..[/b]

Arjun uska dard kam karne ke liye uske upper boobs ko kiss karta hai or uske neck me bhi kisses karne lagta hai... Wo ek hath se nikhat ke pet ko sehlata hai to ek hath se nikhat ke aansu pochne lagta hai... Nikhat ki aankhein band thi lekin wo lagatar aansu bahate ja rahi thi,

Cut to few mintues...

Nikhat ka dard ab kam hone lagta hai or wo khud apni kamar hila hila kar arjun ko aage badhne ka indication deti hai, arjun ke liye yeh kafi tha or wo nikhat ke boobs ko chhodh kar uski kamar pakadta hai or sata sat nikhat ki chudai shuru kar deta hai... Pure room me sat sat sat sat sat ki aawazein goonjne lagti hai jab arjun ke testicles nikhat ki thighs se takrate hai... Arjun ab apni speed ko accelerate karta hai or apna mota lund nikhat ki choot me marne lagta hai... Nikhat bhi ab apni ass utha utha kar arjun ke veins wale lund ko qubool kar rahi thi... Kuch second ke slow shots ke baad arjun nikhat ki ek taang ko utha kar apne shoulder par rakhta hai or fir danadan apna lund uski choot ke chhed me marne lagta hai... Pura room nikhat or arjun ki siskiyo or moaning se goonj uthta hai...

bahar wind chime halki si bajti hai. moonlight ab thodi intense ho gayi hai — room ke curtains us glow ko slow motion mein le raha hote hain.

lamp ki roshni dheere-dheere kam hoti ja rahi hai — ek deep amber glow, jaise candle bujhne se pehle thoda zyada chamakti ho.

curtains halki si hawa mein hil rahe hain, aur unke peeche moonlight ka halka reflection dikh raha hai — silver white aur almost transparent.

bed ka mattress kabhi-kabhi karrrh ki soft si aawaz karta hai — koi jerky motion nahi, sab kuch soft glide mein, jaise do shadows ek dusre mein merge ho rahi ho.

bedsheet halka sa uthti hai, phir settle ho jaati hai.

uske neeche silhouettes dikhte hain — ek jism thoda upar, doosra thoda lean karke uske saath ghula hua.

aankhon se kuch dikhayi nahi deta, lekin har sound, har breath, har stretch mehsoos hoti hai.

ek point par nikhat ka haath lamp ki roshni ke cone mein aata hai — fingers slightly curled, movement mein... phir chali jaati hai wapas beshseet par.

arjun ki saans uske kaan ke paas halki padti hai — baar baar nahi, sirf jab sab kuch rukh jaata hai.hawa mein ek faint perfume ghula hota hai — nikhat ke baalon ka ya arjun ki shirt ka — ek mix jo bas iss ek raat ka hissa hai.

bedside table pe ek glass rakha hai — aadha paani bhara, aur uske andar moonlight refract ho rahi hai.

wind chime ek second ke liye bajti hai — ting ting ting...

aur dono ka movement us moment mein thoda pause karta hai — jaise sab kuch us sound se sync ho gaya ho.

aur fir... silence.

ek aise silence jismein kisi ne kisi ko poori tarah samet liya ho — jahan koi khauf nahi, koi time limit nahi, sirf ek thaka hua sukoon.

us silence mein... ek warm palm kisi spine ke base pe ruki hai. aur ek cheek kisi collarbone se chipki hai.

[b]Arjun apna sara garam maal nikhat ki choot ke andar hi utar deta hai or dono ek dusre ko ekdam tight jakde hote hai[/b]

[b][b]nikhat ka bedroom – same midnight, baarish ke baad wali khamoshi aur narmi ab bhi hawa mein hai[/b][/b]

lamp ki roshni ab aur bhi dim ho chuki hai — almost flickering, jaise ab bujhne wali ho.

bedsheet ab kamre ke ek corner mein gir chuki hai, sirf ek loose white sheet bachi hai jo arjun ke lower body tak loosely padi hai.

nikhat upar hoti hai — lekin yeh dikhayi nahi deta directly, sirf uski back ka silhouette lamp ke soft cone mein aa jaata hai.

uske baal uski peeth se chipak gaye hain, halki si sheen mein — moisture, heat, and rhythm ka mix.

uska posture straight nahi hota — slightly leaned forward, jaise apne weight ko sambhalti ho, ek haath arjun ke chest pe tike hue.

arjun ke dono haath uski kamar ke aas-paas hote hain, ek haath uski waist trace karta hua, jaise us moment ko yaad mein likh raha ho.

bed ka mattress halka sa compress hota hai, phir release… compress, release…

movement koi jerky ya fast nahi, balki slow aur hypnotic hoti hai, jaise ek dhadkan ko follow kar rahi ho.

nikhat ki saans phir halki si tez hoti hai, lekin wo mooh band rakhti hai — sirf uski nasal breathing hi sunayi deti hai, ek high, warm pitch mein.

room ke ek kone mein mirror rakha hota hai — usme unka faint reflection dikh raha hota hai.

mirror mein sirf roshni ka blur, aur ek soft curve — jaise koi painting ki lakir hil rahi ho har dusre second mein.

Wind chime ke sath sync karke nikhat apni ass arjun ki thighs par patak rahi hoti hai, inshort wo cowgirl position me hote hai.. jo nikhat ne khud karna chaha tha yeh keh kar ki abhi raat baki hai, or caoch apni training puri karegi... Wo apni ass ko arjun ke lund par thap thap thap ki aawaz ke sath patak rahi thi,uske boobs abhi bhi bra me qaid they, shayd arjun ko yaad hi na aaya ho ki uski body or bhi explore ki ja sakti thi... Kuch der or nikhat apne stamina ka use karti hai apni body ko up down karne me or fir

aur fir silence... ek aisi silence jo khud ek saans jaise lagti hai.

nikhat thak ke arjun ke upar girti hai, apna sir uske shoulder ke paas rakh ke — aur uske chest pe cheek rakh ke dheere se aankhen band kar leti hai.

arjun uski peeth pe haath rakhta hai — circular motion mein, jaise neend se pehle koi lullaby.

lamp ab bujh chuka hota hai. sirf moonlight bachi hoti hai — aur unka tangled sa outline.

nikhat ka bedroom – early dawn, subah 4:00 baje ka waqt

moonlight ab kam ho gayi hai, aur sky halki si grey-blue tone le raha hai.

room mein koi lamp nahi jal raha, sirf bahar se aa rahi ek feeki roshni hai jo bed sheet ke folds pe softly pad rahi hai.

bed ke andar ek blanket ke neeche arjun aur nikhat lete hue hote hain — dono semi-nude, tangled — lekin relaxed.

nikhat arjun ke left side mein, uska sir arjun ke bare shoulder pe — ek pair uske pairon ke beech fasa hua, jaise neend ke baad bhi chhodna nahi chahti.

nikhat ke haath arjun ke chest pe hote hain, lekin idle nahi — wo apni ungliyon se halka sa kuch draw kar rahi hoti hai — circles, lines, kabhi initials... jaise uski skin pe kuch likh ke chhupana chahti ho.

arjun aankhen band kiye hota hai, bas uski finger ki movement ko mehsoos karta hua.

nikhat (bohot dheere, almost whisper mein):

“mera pehla breakup... funny nahi tha... lekin stupid zarur tha.”

arjun aankhen kholta nahi, bas ek side smile deta hai.

nikhat (finger se ek “X” shape banate hue):

pata nahi wo bas pyaar tha ya affection lekin usne mujhe... sirf kisi aur ke liye chhod diya

uske voice mein koi guilt nahi hoti, par ek woh chhupi hui thodi si thakaan hoti hai — jaise ek aar phir wo sab yaad karna bhi effort le raha ho.

arjun apna haath uske baalon ke andar chalaata hai, uske scalp pe halki si pressure deta hai — soothing.

arjun (half-open eyes se):

“aur tu ab bhi usse yaad karti hai?”

nikhat (halka sa laugh, lekin sad):

“nahi... bas kabhi kabhi sochti hoon

kya main itni asaan thi chhod dene ke liye?”

arjun thoda turn hota hai uski taraf, uska cheek apne lips ke paas laake softly whisper karta hai:

arjun:

“nahi... tu asaan nahi thi... Bas wo kameena tha

[b][b]nikhat aankhen band karti hai, aur apne haath se arjun ka heart area trace karti hai — do ungliyon se...[/b][/b]

[b][b][b]nikhat aankhen band karti hai, aur apne haath se arjun ka heart area trace karti hai — do ungliyon se...[/b][/b][/b]

nikhat:

“aur tu...?

kya tu bhi kabhi... kisi ko chhod ke gaya hai?”

arjun kuch nahi bolta turant uske mind me Ammu ka chehra aa jata hai,or wo jaise confuse sa ho jata hai. Wo apna confusion ko chhupa kar bas uske haath se nikhat ke haath ko pakadta hai — aur apne chest pe usse rakhta hai.

arjun (soft, delayed):

“main kisi ko chhod nahi saka kabhi...

ek second ke liye dono chup ho jaate hain. sirf ek heavy inhale... aur blanket ke andar unka silence aur body warmth ek ho jaata hai.

nikhat apna cheek arjun ke chest se aur zyada chipka leti hai.

uske lips se ek halki si narm saans nikalti hai — woh saans jo shikayat nahi karti, bas bhar jaati hai.

nikhat (murmur):

“tu mujhe kabhi chhodna mat…”

arjun uske forehead pe halki kiss karta hai, blanket ke andar uska haath uske lower back pe softly rest karta hai.

arjun (low tone):

“tum mujhe kabhi bhoolne mat dena...

Or arjun chhar ko ghoorne lagta hai jaise ki use maloom tha ki yeh sab kya ho gaya hai...

[b][b][b]window ke bahar birds ki first sound aati hai. lekin andar... blanket ke neeche dono ab bhi ussi slow breathing mein bhalke hue hote hain jaise raat ka sabse halka, sabse sachcha pal wahi ho[/b][/b][/b]

[Kuchnahi24]

? dhatt tere ki arjun , til , ammu , lag gayi lanka 

[Anum sheikh]

Omg ????

[Greenwood]

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Update 21

nikhat ka ghar – next morning – 7:05 AM

kitchen se coffee machine ki halki si gurrrr gurrrrr aawaz aa rahi hoti hai.

arjun ek loose grey t-shirt aur track pants mein hota hai, baal thode messy, aankhon mein neend ki halki si shading.

lekin chehre pe ek sukoon hota hai — waise sukoon jo kisi lambi, puri hui raat ke baad milta hai.

woh two mugs mein coffee pour karta hai — ek thoda zyada strong (nikhat ke liye), ek thoda halka (apne liye).

table pe sugar cubes aur chhoti steel spoon rakhi hoti hai — sab kuch quietly arranged.

andar se nikhat nikalti hai — oversized white shirt pehni hoti hai ji (shayad arjun ki), neeche kuch bhi visible nahi hota.

baal half-tied, aankhon mein woh “just woke up but still in that vibe” look.

nikhat (stretch karte hue):

“smells like you finally learned something useful…”

arjun (bina dekhe):

“tumhari nautanki ke liye strong coffee zaroori hai.”

nikhat softly laugh karti hai, jaake stool pe baith jaati hai. tabhi peeche se ek familiar voice aati hai:

khala (andar se aati hui):

“arre suno, kal raat tum dono kaha chale gaye the?

maine pakode banaye the — poore thande ho gaye, ek bhi nahi khaya.”

nikhat aur arjun dono ek dusre ko dekhte hain — pehle halki si aankhon ki contact, phir dono ke lips pe ek slow, thoda naughty smile.

Arjun:

Nahi khala aisi to baat nahi hai, raat ko to nikhat ache se khaya hai pakoda... Aap shayd so gaye they, maine khud serve Kiya tha

Nikhat aankho hi aankho me sharma rahi hoti hai or ek Hansi ko chhupa bhi rahi hoti hai,

Khala

Aisa kaise ho sakta hai, main to jaag rahi thi or Maine to gin ke banaye they...

arjun coffee stir karte hue aankhon se nikhat ki taraf ishara karta hai, jaise “ab tu samjha le…”

nikhat (casual smile chhupate hue, innocent acting mein):

“woh… khala… kuch kaam aa gaya tha… aur time ka pata hi nahi chala…”

khala suspiciously dono ko dekhti hai — phir haath jod ke bolti hai:

“accha? kaam aisa kya tha ki maine itni aawaz di… ek bhi sunayi nahi diya!”

arjun (smiling, aawaz dabake):

“accha khala, coffee lenge aap bhi? ya main pakoda serve karu fir apki nikhat ko ?”

Nikhat fir aankhon me sharmati hai or ek Hansi nikal jati hai uski,

khala thoda hasti hai. wo apna dupatta thoda tight karti hai aur kehti hai:

khala:

“nahi beta… ab humare din kaha pakode or yeh sab khane ke, aap dono khao beta ji

khala chali jaati hai — dono thodi der chup rehte hain, fir haansi chhupate hue coffee sip karte hain.

arjun nikhat ke haath pe haath rakhta hai table ke neeche — ek casual, warm touch.

nikhat aankhon se uska haath press karti hai, aur fir cup utha ke casually bolti hai:

nikhat:

“mujhe lagta hai, coffee se zyada… raaton ka flavour addictive ho raha hai.”

arjun (smirking):

“coffee main roz bana dunga…

raat wapas mile toh sambhal lena.”

azhar ka ghar – subah 7:30 baje

phone ki ghanti bajti hai – zaheer neend se haath ghuma ke phone uthata hai. screen par likha hota hai: "husna khala."

zaheer (neend bhari aawaz mein):

“jee khala...”

husna khala ki urgency phone ke speaker se chhalk rahi hoti hai.

husna (phone par):

“beta zaheer, ladke wale aaj hi milne aa rahe hain. maine subah unse baat ki thi...

woh keh rahe hain 10 baje tak aa jayenge, ek chhoti mulaqat karne.

tum sab taiyyar raho... main bhi aaj shaam tak pahuch jaungi.”

zaheer ekdum fully alert ho jaata hai. aankh se neend nikal jaati hai.

zaheer:

“theek hai khala... main sab ko bata deta hoon.”

scene shift – drawing room – 8:15 AM

pratap ek chhoti diary mein kuch note kar raha hota hai, azhar chai pee raha hota hai.

zaheer un dono ke paas aata hai, thoda tense, lekin composed.

zaheer:

“khala ka phone tha. ladke wale... aaj 10 baje tak aa rahe hain.”

ek second ke liye pratap aur azhar dono ek dusre ko dekhte hain. phir pratap thoda sa smile karta hai, aur turant uth kar bolta hai:

pratap:

“main mithai lene nikalta hoon. tum log yahan ki tayyari sambhalo.”

azhar ki aankhon mein excitement bhi hoti hai, thodi emotional bhi. wo bas sir hilaata hai

[b]montage – azhar ke ghar mein tayyariyon ka silsila shuru[/b]

kitchen se masalon ki khushboo nikal rahi hoti hai. madhu apron pehne haldi, pyaaz, aur garam masale ka tadka laga rahi hoti hai.

bhindi fry, baghare baingan, daal gosht — sab kuch ek silsile mein banta ja raha hota hai.

asma aur shanu milkar poora ghar saaf kar rahi hoti hain — floor pe paani chhidak ke, kapda maar ke, jhadoo lagake.

shanu ne ek simple cotton suit pehna hota hai, dupatta loosely daala hua — baal tied up, haath mein jhaadu.

shanu jukh kar drawing room ka kone saaf kar rahi hoti hai — ek pal ke liye uski kamar dikh jaati hai, or uske bethne se uske knee se uske boobs upar uth jate hai jisse uske upper boobs flesh hote hai or ek aisa angle bhi banta hai jisse shanu ka ek shoulder ka bra strap appear ho jata hai, or shanu ki cleavage is tarike se show hoti hai ki koi bhi dekhe to apni aankhein na hata paye jo uski har movement mein ek natural grace hoti hai.

usi waqt zaheer ek tray le jaate hue udhar se guzarta hai — uski nazar bas ek second ko padti hai.

koi vulgarity nahi, koi intention nahi — sirf ek pal ka wo real, raw observation.

zaheer ke lips se bas ek halka “ufff…” nikalta hai — nafrat nahi, hawas nahi — sirf ek confused, helpless si saans.

phir wo turant aankhen hata leta hai, aur seedha kitchen ki taraf chala jaata hai — jahan madhu already busy hoti hai.

poore ghar ka mahaul ab shaadi ke pehle waale din jaise lagta hai — har kone mein kuch ho raha hai, lekin har dil mein ek halke panic aur excitement ka mix.

shanu chhupke zaheer ke peeche dekhti hai ek second ke liye — aur phir dobara jhadoo lagana shuru kar deti hai — jaise kuch hua hi nahi.

ammu ka room – safai ke baad ka waqt – mehmaan aane se thoda pehle

light soft hai, ek corner mein window ke paas mirror ke samne ammu khadi hai.

usne ek halka mehendi green suit pehna hai, dupatta neatly pleated, baal khule — lekin chehra thoda blank.

shanu peeche se aati hai, haathon mein ek chhota sa clutch aur ammu ke earrings leke.

dono abhi tak busy thi taiyaariyon mein — lekin jaise hi room mein aayi, ek pal ke liye sab thama-thama sa lagta hai.

shanu (softly, casual tone mein):

“yeh wale pehen le… matching bhi hai, aur halki bhi.”

ammu mirror mein aankh milaye bina sirf haan mein sir hilati hai. wo earrings pehente hue apne reflection ko dekh rahi hoti hai, lekin jaise wo khud ko dekh nahi rahi — kuch aur dhoondh rahi ho.

ek pal ke liye shanu uski taraf dekhti hai — phir uske paas jaake comb uthati hai aur ammu ke baal softly saaf karti hai.

phir dheere se puchti hai:

shanu (slow tone):

“ammu… thik hai na?”

ammu aankh band kar leti hai ek second ke liye — jaise koi heavy baat andar dabake rakhi ho.

ammu (halke se):

“sab thik hai.”

shanu stop karti hai. comb rakh deti hai.

shanu (thoda jhuk ke):

“ammu, sab thik hota toh tu itni chup kyun hoti?”

ammu uske saath aankh milane se bachi ja rahi hoti hai. phir mirror se aankhen hata ke bed ke edge pe jaake baith jaati hai. dupatta lapet leti hai apne haathon mein.

do second tak dono chup.sirf ceiling fan ki halke awazon.

phir ammu bolti hai — halki aawaz mein, toot-te toot-te:

ammu:

“meri maa hoti na shanu… toh main usse bas ek baar pooch leti… ki kya sach mein main taiyaar hoon?”

shanu uske paas aa jaati hai  quietly. uske paas baith jaati hai, bina kuch bole.

ammu (phir):

“sab itna jaldi ho raha hai… papa ki tabiyat… ghar ka mahaul… zaheer bhai ki aankhon ka pressure…

aur main… main toh bas is beech mein kahi dhoondh rahi hoon apne liye ek pal.”

shanu uska haath pakad leti hai — warm aur firm.

shanu:

“tu akele nahi hai. tu jo feel kar rahi hai, wo galat nahi hai.

kabhi kabhi hum taiyaar hone ka natak karte hain, sirf apno ke liye…

par dil... wo hamesha slow rehta hai.”

ammu ki aankhon mein aansu jam jaate hain — lekin girte nahi.

shanu apni aankhen moond ke ammu ke shoulder pe sir rakh leti hai — jaise dosti ke thande paani ka ek ghoont.

ammu:

“main use janti bhi nahi shanu… or mujhe darr hai, main uss jagah jaa rahi hoon jahan koi bhi mujhe jaanne ki koshish bhi karega ya nahi.”

shanu bas uska haath tight pakadti hai, aur sirf ek line kehti hai

shanu:

“tu agar kahogi… toh main tere saath uss ghar tak chalungi.”

ammu uske taraf dekhti hai — aankhon mein pehli baar ek halki si muskurahat.

dono thodi der chup rehte hain — room mein sirf ek dosti ka sukoon rehta hai, jo shabdon se nahi, samajhne se bana hota hai.

ammu uske taraf dekhti hai — aankhon mein pehli baar ek halki si muskurahat.

dono thodi der chup rehte hain — room mein sirf ek dosti ka sukoon rehta hai, jo shabdon se nahi, samajhne se bana hota hai.

azhar ka veranda – 9.15 baje

dhoop ab dheere-dheere dhal rahi hoti hai.

azhar ek traditional white kurta aur chashme mein chair pe baitha hota hai — thoda tired, lekin aankhon mein woh jazba jise bas apni beti ki shaam ka intezaar ho.

pratap ek chhoti tray mein do cups chai ke laata hai — aur dono friends jaise, ek side mein baith ke sip karte hain.

azhar (cup lete hue, thoda soch mein):

“beti... toh ek din jaana hi hota hai pratap…

par itni jaldi... aur aise waqt mein... bas dil thoda zyada bhari hai.”

pratap uski baat sunta hai, fir ek thandi si muskurahat ke saath kehta hai:

pratap:

“teri beti sirf kisi ke ghar nahi jaa rahi, azhar...

apna naya ghar banane jaa rahi hai.

aur tu… tu us ghar ka pehla neev ban raha hai.”

azhar ki aankhon mein halka sa paani jamta hai, lekin wo turant pee leta hai chai ka ek ghont, jaise emotions ko neeche dhakel diya ho.

scene shift – shanu aur asma ka ghar ke liye nikalna

andar se shanu nikalti hai — ek deep purple straight-cut silk suit pehne hue, jismein silver resham embroidery neckline aur sleeves ke paas chamakti hai.

baal neatly tied back in a bun, silver jhumke, aur ek minimal makeup — eyes thodi bold, lips light rose tint.

uske saath asma hoti hai — usne ek pista green anarkali pehna hota hai, jismein gold print halka halka neck se ghoomta hai. dupatta soft net ka, lightly sequined.

asma ka look thoda playful, thoda elegant — age ke mutabiq.

shanu ki haath mein ek small clutch hota hai, aur wo steps utarti hai confidently — lekin aankhon mein ek alag hi calmness hoti hai.

dono behne ek dusre ko dekh kar muskurati hain — unka aana ghar mein ek fresh sa movement laata hai.

scene shift – zaheer ka room

zaheer apne room ke mirror ke samne khada hota hai — ek off-white cotton kurta, crisp aur freshly ironed.

neeche plain white pajama. baal halki si gel se set, aur aankhon mein ek dark kajal-like shadow jo uski neend kami aur emotional exhaustion ko chhupa nahi paata.

lekin chehre pe ek focused silence hoti hai — wo apne collar ko set karta hai, phir ek second ke liye khud ko dekhta hai.

mirror ke reflection mein uske piche se shanu aur asma guzar jaate hain — uska chehra unke reflection pe tik jaata hai ek pal ke liye.

phir wo aankhon se wo pal hata ke, kurte ki last button band karta hai — jaise sab kuch andar seal kar diya ho.

kitchen se biryani aur rooh afza ki khushboo aa rahi hoti hai, aur veranda mein azhar aur pratap dono khamoshi se chai ke last sips le rahe hote hain.

yeh subah ek rishta nahi ek nayi kahani ki shuruaat hone wali thi.

college front gate – late morning

nikhat arjun ke bike pe hoti hai — dono college ke gate ke bahar rukte hain.

sunlight sharp hai, lekin breeze thandi. nikhat ne ek navy blue tshirt or ek loose lower pehni hoti hai, light scarf shoulder pe latka hua.

Gale me uski city or ID card or hath me water bottle

helmet utarke wo arjun ko dekhti hai — aankhon mein woh raat wali warmth ab bhi kuch halki si chamak ke form mein rehti hai.

nikhat (casually):

“thanks for the ride. aur... raat ke liye bhi.”

arjun thoda smile karta hai, lekin aankhon se zyada lips se.

ek second ke liye kuch bolne lagta hai, phir ruk jaata hai. sirf sir hila ke kehta hai:

arjun:

“take care... nikhat.”

gate ke paas taz – same moment

taz ek side khaali wall ke paas khada hota hai, ek hand pocket mein, ek hand water bottle ghumata hua.

usne arjun aur nikhat ko clearly notice kiya hota hai.

jaise hi arjun uske paas se guzarta hai, taz thoda jhuk ke aankhon se ishara karta hai — cheeky smile ke saath:

taz (nazar se signal karta hai):

“wah bhai… set hai ladki tere…”

arjun uski taraf dekhta bhi nahi, sirf thoda sarcastic sa side glance deta hai — ek weird “tu chhod” wali expression.

phir bina kuch bole, accelerator ghumata hai — bike ki awaaz tez ho jaati hai… aur wo taz ke saamne se full throttle mein nikal jaata hai.

taz peeche se bolta bhi hai, lekin arjun tak kuch nahi pahuchta — sirf ek flying dust ka cloud.

taz (laughing, peeche se):

do nao ki sawari mehngi padegi arjun miyaan...

Or itne me taz ka phone ring karta hai

arjun ki bike road pe – fast wind, loud engine, aur helmet ke andar ek blank, thoda loaded expression.

uske chehre pe koi smile nahi… lekin aankhon mein kuch rehta hai jo keh deta hai — raat raat thi... subah subah sab normal nahi hota.

taz ek wall ke paas khada hota hai, phone haath mein — halka smile rehta hai uske chehre pe, kyunki abhi 5 minute pehle arjun uske saamne bike pe nikhat ko drop karke gaya hai.

lekin phone ka vibration uska mood tod deta hai. screen par naam blink karta hai: “Azhar chacha calling…”

taz turant phone lagaata hai, still chilled tone mein:

taz:

haan chacha, boliye…

azhar ki awaaz phone mein heavy aur halki si thaki thaki lagti hai, lekin baat direct karta hai:

azhar (phone par):

beta taz… aaj 10 baje ladke wale aa rahe hain ammu ko dekhne.

tum logon mein se koi zaroorat ho toh main teri madad lunga.

tu bhi bhai jaisa hi hai uska… bas dua dena.

taz ek second ke liye frozen reh jaata hai.jaise dimaag pe kisi ne cold water daal diya ho.

uski aankhen ekdum still lekin aawaz utni hi casual banaye rakhta hai:

taz (thoda ruka hua):

jee chacha… jee… zaroor.

call cut hota hai. taz ke haath se phone dheere se neeche hota hai. aankhon mein ek laachar si cheekh hoti hai lekin muh band.

taz ke chehre ki smile dheere dheere gir jaati hai.uska phone ab bhi haath mein tight pakda hota hai.phir wo khud se halki aawaz mein, maar kha chuka aadmi jaisa bolta hai:

taz:

saala... Zindagi bhar mehnat maine ki… budhe ki daant maar galiya sab sahi

aur uske aam koi or choosega.

uski cap jo pehle usne casually rakhi thi, wo uthata hai dekh ke bas gusse mein zameen pe patak deta hai.

background mein college bell bajti hai duniya apne routine mein busy hai, lekin taz ki duniya us moment mein freeze ho gayi hoti hai.

azhar ka ghar – evening 9.45 am

ghar me mehmaan aane wale hain drawing room me mithaiyon ki tray, chandi ke glasses, garam pakode, aur elaichi wali chai ki mehek hawa mein ghuli hoti hai.

andar sab ready ho chuke hain. zaheer white kurta ke upar light blue waistcoat pehne hall se bahar jaise hi nikalta hai

tabhi samne se shanu seedhiyon se neeche utar rahi hoti hai deep purple silk suit, silver jhumke, soft eye makeup, aur ek subtle bindi. baal neatly bun mein, ek lock gaal pe girta hua.ek pal ke liye dono ki nazar milti hai. sab kuch slow ho jaata hai

zaheer ke andar ka voice (mann mein):

yaar… yeh ladki har baar… aur zyada khubsoorat kyun lagti hai,jaise sab kuch ignore ho sakta hai par yeh nahi.

uska haath kurte ke button pe atak jaata hai, aankhen shanu ke chehre se nikalti hi nahi. wo kuch kehna chahta hai, par lips band rehte hain.

shanu ke andar ka voice (mann mein):

aisa lagta hai jaise main use har baar naye tareeke se dekh rahi hoon…

aur har baar... dil thoda aur hil jaata hai

uska pair ek step pe rukta hai. wo aankhen neeche karti hai, lekin gaalon pe ek halka pink blush aa jaata hai

dono paas se guzarte hain na kuch bolte hain, na rokte hain. lekin jab paas se nikalte hain, ek halki si muskuraahat dono ke lips pe rehti hai sirf ek dusre ke liye.zaheer peeche mud ke dekhta hai ek pal ke liye shanu us waqt dupatta set kar rahi hoti hai, jaise uski aankhon ka ehsaas usne feel kiya ho.

dil ke andar sab kuch unspoken rehta hai lekin aankhon ne apna kaam kar diya hota hai.

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Update 22

mohalle ki chai tapri – subah 10:05 am

ek chhoti si gali ka kone — jahan ek purani tapri se garma garam adrak chai ki mehek nikal rahi hoti hai.

raamu kaka chai bana rahe hote hain — stove pe patili chadhhi hoti hai, saath mein rusk ke packets aur cigarette ke cartons side mein thik se lage hote hain.

bench pe kaleem chacha ek haath mein prabhat kiran ka newspaper, aur doosre haath mein chai ka glass leke baithe hote hain.

saath mein hariram kaku aur suresh mama halki-halki garmi ki shikayat karte hue politics pe discussion chhed rahe hote hain.

tabhi ek bike ki awaaz aati hai — arjun apna black half-jacket pehne, sunglasses lagaye, casual walk mein aata hai.

bike ek kone pe park karke sidha tapri ke paas pahuchta hai.

arjun (stretch karta hua, halki si akhri neend lete hue mood mein):

“raamu kaka… ek gold flake dena, aur agar extra kadak chai ho toh woh bhi.”

raamu kaka hansi rokte hue cigarette nikalte hain, aur bolte hain:

raamu kaka:

“arre beta… subah-subah cigarette? college mein kya aaj boring lecture tha ?”

arjun cigarette lete hue thoda muskurata hai:

arjun:

“nahi kaka… lecture toh zindagi ka chal raha hai. lekin neend aaj bhi bistar mein reh gayi hai.”

bench pe kaleem chacha taunt maarkar kehte hain:

kaleem chacha (teasing):

Neend bistar me reh gayi ya puri raat upar niche karta raha

arjun or baki sab hasnte hai, ek puff leke aankhon ko sky ki taraf ghumata hai — phir cheeky tone mein:

arjun:

“dil ki chemistry sambhalne ke liye kabhi-kabhi nicotine ka reaction zaroori hota hai.”

hariram kaku aur suresh mama zor se haas padte hain.

hariram (laughte hue):

aisa kya kar raha tha ki subah subah cigrette ki jarurat pad gayi

Arjun

Wahi jo ek jawan chhora karta hai jawani mein

Uski baat sun kar sab budhe hans padte hai,

Hariram kaka(proudly)

Hatt behenchod, yeh nasal bhi koi nasal hai na kisi ke bache hote or hote to bas 2 2.. are jawani to humare jamane me thi, maa cho puri raat lugaj taangein uthaye padi rehti thi or karne wale ko bhi maza aata tha...

Sab log ek sath jor se hanste hai,arjun bhi ciggerate ke chhalle chhodta bolta hai

Arjun

Maza to ab bhi aata hai kaka, bas sahi lugai chunani chahiye... Ab har lugai ki taangein thodi uthai ja sakti hai, upar ka maal bhi to dekha jata hai or agar lugai tikka kabab khane wali ho to kehna hi kya... Phool kar gubbare ho jate hai

Sare budhe badtamizi ke sath apne se aadhi se bhi addhi umar ke ladki baato par hanste hai.arjun ek lamha cigarette ka last puff leta hai, phir haath se cup leke ek sip leta hai  eyes still half-lazy.

tapri pe subah ka halka rush badh raha hota hai — doodh wale jaa rahe hote hain, ek do cycle wale bacche college ki uniform mein tapri ke pass se jaa rahe hote hain.

arjun khud se bolta hai:

arjun (half-whisper):

“subah ka time hai, par mohalle ki gossip full active hai.”

chai khatam karta hai, phir cigarette crush karta hai zameen par.

jaate-jaate raamu kaka ke paas jhukta hai aur naughty tone mein bolta hai:

arjun (softly):

“aur haan kaka… mere baap ko mat batana ki cigarette le raha tha...”

raamu kaka hansi rokte hue, aankhon se ishara karte hain — ek muskaan ke saath:

kya arjun bhaiya… aaj tak kab bataya jo ab bata denge?”

arjun cheeky smile deta hai, phir shades adjust karke bike pe baithta hai — engine start karta hai aur mohalle ki galiyaan dust-free karte hue aage nikal jaata hai.

Pratap ka ghar – morning 10:00 am

andar ek thandi si khamoshi hoti hai. arjun apne room ka darwaza dhakka deke kholta hai. sunlight khidki ke net se andar aa rahi hoti hai — halki-halki dusty rays.

andar koi nahi hota. pratap, madhu sab gayab. ghar usual se zyada khaali lagta hai.

arjun bed ke kone pe baithe-baithe phone ka plug lagata hai. phone ka screen dead hota hai — kal raat se off pada tha.

plug jaise hi lagta hai — phone ka black screen dheere dheere glow karta hai.

phir ek “charging” ka icon blink karta hai.

arjun bina kuch dekhe apne shirt utarta hai aur washroom ki taraf nikal jaata hai. washroom ka darwaza poora band nahi hota thoda ajar rehta hai.

CAMERA FRAME: washroom ka semi-open door – arjun ki peeth blur – CENTER me phone charging par pada hai

toh camera focus karta hai:

screen black se on hoti hai — aur ek dum se:

TIN-TIN!

TIN-TIN-TIN!

TINNNNN!!

message ki barish — notifications ek ke baad ek

pratap singh:

kahan ho beta? azhar chacha ki tabiyat bigad gayi hai. hospital jaa rahe hain. turant aa.

? madhu mom:

arjun! barish ho rahi hai, tu ghar kyu nahi aaya ab tak? bata bhi nahi raha kuch.

? shanu:

arjun! jaldi ghar aa ja gadhe… yaha bahut emergency hai. sab pareshaan hain.

? ammu:

arjun… jaldi ghar aa jao. mujhe tumse kuch zaroori baat karni hai.

screen blink karti rehti hai — messages ek ke baad ek upar chadhte hain, saath mein background mein ek light vibration aur wo old-college tin-tin tone.

washroom – arjun paani se munh dhota hai, aankhen band – pata nahi ab tak kya miss ho gaya hai

phir towel se muh pochta hai, half-wet hairs – aur bottle kholke paani peeta hai, thoda stress se.

jaise hi haath se towel hataata hai — uski nazar phone par padti hai.

screen full white text se bhari hoti hai.

wo aake phone uthata hai, thumb se screen slide karta hai.

ek-ek message padta jaata hai. aankhon ka expression badalne lagta hai.

pratap ka message padhte hi uska forehead tight ho jaata hai.

madhu ka message padhte waqt wo thoda guilty sa feel karta hai.

shanu ka message pe ek chhoti si smile bhi aati hai, lekin tension ke neeche dab jaati hai.

aur jab ammu ka message padhta hai…

"arjun… jaldi ghar aa jao. mujhe tumse kuch zaroori baat karni hai."

uski aankhon mein soft halt aata hai — jaise kuch toot gaya ho ya kuch samajh gaya ho.

phone ki screen band karta h shirt nikal kar change karta hai, bina kuch khaaye seedha nikal padta hai.

gate band nahi karta — sirf dhakka deke peeche dekhta hai ek baar, phir seedha raste pe nikal jaata hai.

azhar ka ghar – bahar wali gali – subah 10:25 AM

camera pehle arjun ko dikhata hai — fast walk mein, aankhon mein stress, phone haath mein tightly pakda hua.

tabhi left side se ek 'phat-phati' awaaz ke saath ek purani light-blue scooter aati hai.

handle pe taz hota hai — basic t-shirt, slightly wrinkled jeans, par aankhon mein ek thakaa hua pressure.

wo brake daba ke scooter seedha azhar ke gate ke paas lagaata hai.

helmet utaarte waqt uski nazar arjun pe padti hai — jo already wahan pahuch chuka hota hai, fence ke andar ghusne hi wala hota hai.

taz ek second ke liye uski bechain aankhon, thodi seethi walk, aur phone tightly pakde haathon ko dekhta hai — aur uske lips pe ek halka sa smirk nikalta hai.

taz (andar sochta hai, sarcastic smile ke saath):

“toh isse bhi lag gayi hai... wahi ladki… wahi rishta... aur wahi bechainee.”

lekin phir, helmet apni scooter pe rakhte hue, uski aankhon ka expression dheere dheere serious ho jaata hai — uska khud ka dard surface pe aane lagta hai.

taz (andar ki awaaz, soft aur halka toota sa):

“jise main bachpan se dekh raha hoon… jise har bar chhup kar protect kiya… usse aaj koi aur dekhne aa raha hai…”

arjun gate me se andar jaane hi wala hota hai, tabhi ek pal ke liye uski nazar taz se milti hai.

na dono kuch bolte hain, na smile karte hain — bas aankhen lock hoti hain.

ek aankhon ka conversation — jo keh deta hai ki dono jaante hain…

dono apni jagah bekaarar hain… dono andar kuch dabaaye hue hain.

taz thoda sa neck tilt karke uske jaane ki direction me dekhta hai, phir scooter ka stand maar ke side ho jaata hai, aur gate ke bahar hi khada rehta hai.

azhar ka ghar – drawing room – subah 10:25 am

sara ghar ekdum tayar.

kitchen se freshly fried pakodon ki khushboo aa rahi hoti hai, drawing room me mithaiyon ki thali saj chuki hoti hai, chandi ke glasson me rooh afza, aur ek corner me gulab ke phoolon se saja paani ka surahi.

**clock ki second needle tik-tik kar rahi hoti hai — aur needle 10:15 ke upar aa chuki hoti hai.

madhu dupatta set karti baar-baar door ki taraf dekhti hai. asma corner ka sofa dhul ke piche khadi hoti hai — uski eyes bhi gate pe.

shanu ek stool pe baithe, ammu ke dupatte ka pleat thik kar rahi hoti hai — lekin har 30 second mein aankh ghadi ki taraf chali jaati hai.

ammu baithi to hoti hai, lekin uske haath lap mein zyada time ek jagah nahi rukte — kabhi kangan ko seedha karti, kabhi ring ko ghumati.

azhar apna halka sa jhukta hua badan leke sofa ke edge par baithe hote hain — kurta perfectly press kiya hua, lekin aankhon mein thodi pareshaani.

zaheer ek side ki wall ke paas khada hota hai — haathon ki ungliyan pichhle 10 minute se ek dusre ke upar rahti hain, jise wo baar baar rub kar raha hota hai — wajah sirf ek: waqt.

ek chhoti silence ke baad pratap aankh ghuma kar puchta hai:

pratap (softly, halki si cheekh ke saath):

“azhar … time toh 10 baje ka tha na?”

azhar ek thandi saans ke saath sir hilata hai, aankh gate par tiki hoti hai:

azhar:

“haan… bola toh tha.

shayad raste me traffic…”

madhu kitchen se nikal ke bolti hai — aawaz mein soft urgency:

madhu:

“main pakode thode aur garam kar leti hoon, thande ho rahe hain…”

shanu ammu ki aankhon me dekhti hai, halki si muskurahat laane ki koshish karti hai:

shanu:

“maybe woh log gate pe ho… kabhi-kabhi log bina call kiye aa jaate hain…”

ammu bas ek halka sa sir hila ke aankhen jhuka leti hai. uske chehre pe halka tension — jisme na khushi poori hai, na dar kam.

phir achanak ek badi saans le kar zaheer ghar ke andar chala jaata hai, jaise usse khud ko thoda sambhalna ho.

clock – 10:27 am dikhata hai. ghar mein sab ready hain.

mehmaan ke liye khushbu, chai, mithai, log, beti — sab sje hain.

bas waqt... aur intezaar ka woh aadha ghanta, sabke andar alag-alag taraah ka khinchav daal raha hota hai.

azhar ka ghar – gate – subah 10:29 AM (comedy tone)

gate thoda khula hai. hawa andar jaa rahi hai, par koi aur nahi.

andar se madhu ki aawaz aati hai:

madhu (andar se):

“shanu zara dekh le gate pe koi toh nahi khada!”

tabhi arjun seedha gate pe pahuchta hai.

pant halka geela, shirt thoda crumpled, haath me phone, muh pe pura main-late-ho-gaya look.

andar kadam rakhta hai — thoda hesitant, thoda confident.

porch ke pass ammu baithi hoti hai — pink suit, halki si nervous vibe, aankhon mein thoda thoda ghoomta hua stress.

arjun ka kadam andar jaate hi unki aankhen milti hain —

bas 1 second ke liye.

ek dum original Netflix slow motion vibe.

background silent.

sirf aankhen.

ammu ki aankhon me: “tu ab aaya  hai , lekin ab kya fayda???

aur phir... aati hai husna.

bahar se shor:

gate se ek mini-earthquake jaisa impact hota hai — husna ka entry!

green shiny anarkali, neck pe extra dupatta jisme border bhi border se thaka hua ho.

haath me clutch, aur muh me smile nahi — pura buffet.

husna ek dum direct arjun ki direction me:

husna (chodti hui):

beta zara side ho jao…

aur bina rukke, bina mod ke, bina speed kam kiye, husna…

THAAK!

arjun se takra jaati hai.

arjun = projectile motion.

uska body ek half spiral me ghoomta hai — sunglasses ud jaate hain, haath automatic wall pakad leta hai.

ek corner me land karta hai jaise koi bouncer ne party se bahar fek diya ho.

background me koi music nahi, sirf ek awaaz:

“uff… meri reedh ki haddi…” (arjun whisper me)

husna ko pata bhi nahi chala

woh already andar daakhil ho chuki hoti hai jaise koi wedding ka theme song.

aur uske peeche pure rishtedaaron ki ek full baraat.

arjun wall ke pass sambhalte hue apne sunglasses uthata hai

ek aankh se dekhta hai sab taraf,

aur sirf ek chehra dhoondta hai

lekin ammu ka focus ab gate pe nahi, husna pe hai.

arjun ke muh se halki si frustrated saans nikalti hai:

arjun (andar hi andar):

Are moti, insaan hai ya bhains.... Hayeee

andar koi kuch nahi bolta. sabko mehmaanon ka swag handle karna hai.

madhu smile fix karke welcome ke mood me.

pratap polite nod ke saath greetings ready kar raha hota hai.

mehmaan andar aa chuke hain. husna ne apna dupatta teen jagah adjust kar liya hai, aur ek bada sa handbag corner table pe rakh diya gaya hai jaise koi pooja ki thaali ho.

saath aaye uncle-type log khamoshi se baith gaye hain — sabko lagta hai ki husna hi in sab ka spokesperson hai (aur waise hai bhi).

madhu, pratap, azhar — sab formal si muskaan ke saath unka welcome kar rahe hote hain.

husna already tone me hoti hai:

husna (hawa me haath ghumate hue):

“toh bhai sab, kya kehne aap logon ke. jaise film ka set lag raha hai… bas shahrukh khan ki kami hai, warna baaki sab ready hai!”

pratap ek halki si muskurahat ke saath sir hilata hai.

madhu politely respond karti hai:

“aapka swagat hai husna ji, sab kuch bas aap logon ke liye tayyar kiya hai.”

husna ek cushion adjust karti hai aur aankhen gol gol ghumake kehti hai:

husna:

“hum toh keh rahe the, ladki dekhne aaye hain ya buffet ke liye aaye hain… itni khushboo aayi ke bhook lag gayi mujhe toh.”

sab thoda hansi rok kar professional bane rehte hain, lekin pratap ki aankhon me halka sparkle aa jaata hai.

azhar ke muh se nikalta hai (halke stress bhare smile ke saath):

“khana toh hoga hi, pehle ek chai-pani ho jaaye…”

camera frame shift karta hai —

taz enter karta hai, scooter ki chaabi ghumata hua, ek hand pocket me.

andar ka setup dekhte hi uski nazar sidha wall se chipke hue arjun pe jaa tikti hai —

jo abhi bhi ek kone me khada, sunglasses pocket me, aur chehra thoda “yeh sab kya ho raha hai” zone me.

taz ke lips pe wahi classic smirk.

taz (andar hi andar):

“bhai sahab toh ladki dekhne aaye mehmaanon se pehle dhakke kha gaye...

champion level timing leke aaye ho arjun bhai.”

taz casually slippers utarta hai, aur side se walk karta hai —

arjun ke pass se guzarte waqt bina dekhe kehta hai:

taz (narmi se, halki taang kheechi jaise):

“aaj bhi diwar se pyar hai ya husna ka asar zyada gehra tha?”

arjun aankh ghumakar usse dekhta hai — ek "tu chup reh" look deta hai.

par kuch nahi bolta, bas halki saans chhodta hai.

taz ek smile chhupata hai aur drawing room ke edge me baith jaata hai, ek biskut ka tukda uthate hue jaise usne kuch bhi notice na kiya ho.

andar: meeting ka casual flow chalu

husna:

“toh yeh thi inki beti… ammu, naam bhi itna pyara… amreen,

madhu:

“jee… amreen. lekin ghar me sab ammu kehke bulate hain.”

husna:

“arey toh ammu hi theek, ab asli naam toh sirf paper pe likhne ke kaam aata hai!”

(sab polite smile dete hain)

husna phir ammu ko dekhti hai, fir asma ko:

“tum dono toh ek se badh kar ek ho… hum toh keh rahe the ki ladka confuse na ho jaaye! haan haan shanu bitiya, aap bhi badi sundar lag rahi ho — aap sabne toh ghar hi chamka diya!”

shanu ek halka nod karti hai, lekin aankhen baar-baar ammu pe.

arjun ek kone mein ek empty chair pe finally baith gaya hai, lekin uska chehra ab bhi blank.

taz ek biscuit tode jaa raha hai, aur chupke se ek aur smirk uske muh ke kone pe.

dono ka eye contact hota hai, fir dono aankhen hata lete hain —

jaise ek ne kaha ho “main toh samajh gaya bhai,”

aur dusre ne jawab diya ho “mat poochh.”

zaheer (head down, soft tone me):

“salam husna khala.”

husna ek warm si smile ke saath reply deti hai —

uski aankhon me ek "arey zaheer mera beta " waala expression.

husna (apna haath uthate hue):

salam beta… jeete raho

wo apna haath zaheer ke sir par rakhti hai —

ek dum typical aunty blessing style, jaise poore ghar ka future isi ke bal pe ho.

husna (halka sa hansi bhare andaaz me):

“arey, yeh toh apne abbu pe gaya hai… par iske andar ghul mil jaane waali quality toh iski maa jaisi hai!”

husna apni kursi pe thoda adjust hoti hai,

haath se ek napkin uthakar lap me rakhti hai,

phir apna shabd-starting pose leti hai.

husna:

“toh sabse pehle toh… yeh humare ghar ke sabse pyare, sabse samajhdaar, aur sabse shaant member hain —

mere bhateeje zaheer.

abbu ke saath kaam bhi sambhalte hain aur ghar bhi.”

Or yeh hai wo ladki jisko hum dekhne aaye

inki beti amreen — matlab ammu — toh mash,.', jaise noor hi hai.”

husna ke gestures graceful hain, lekin style full-on movie aunty type.

camera zoom karta hai ammu ke face pe —jo husna ki taraf dekh kar bas ek gentle si smile deti hai,

lekin uske haath ka kone wala dupatta tight pakda hua hota hai.

husna (pratap aur madhu ki taraf dekh kar):
“aur yeh hain… inke padose, lekin rishtey mein ghar ke apne hi — pratap bhai aur madhu ji.
aise logon ki wajah se toh mohalla zinda rehta hai!”

madhu thoda modest smile karti hai:
“ab aapne itna keh diya toh... hamare liye toh yeh sab parivaar jaisa hi hai.”

husna:
bas isi liye toh aayi hoon… sab kuch dekhne, milne, samajhne. ladka toh accha hai hi, lekin ghar ka mahaul bhi dekhna zaroori hota hai.

husna fir asma, shanu, aur ki taraf lightly ishara karti hai —
husna:
“aur yeh saari ghar ki roshniyaan…
Amreen ki behen Asma or Madhu ji ki beti shanu... Yeh jo naujawan dekh rahe ho mushtanda handsome hunk yeh hai madhu ji ka beta arjun or zaheer ka sabse acha or khas dost...

Khala ke aise bolte hi zaheer or arjun ka eye contact hota hai jo dono hatefully karte hai...

Khala(taz ki taraf ishara)
Or yeh hai... Ye azhar bhai ki dukan par kaam karte hai

Taz ko yeh baat achi nahi lagti wo weird sa muh banata hai or ab bari hai arjun ke smirk dene ki...

pratap haste hue kehte hain:
pratap:
“arey wo toh humare area ke fixed jokers hain husna ji… unki seat booking humesha corner ki hi hoti hai!”

husna:
“acha hai… har serious scene me ek tazgi rehni chahiye. waise bhi, rishtedaar toh wahi hota hai jo hasi laa de.”

husna full flow me — sabka introduction, thoda self-appreciation, thoda “aaj kal ke bachon” ka gyaan.
sab log serious, polite expressions me sunkar haan me haan milate ja rahe hain.
ek side bench pe arjun aur taz baith hain — dono ke beech ek chhoti si wooden table jisme ek plate me namak pare aur ek glass me paani.
taz, namak pare uthakar ek ek chabata jaa raha hai — jaise cricket ka match dekh raha ho.

arjun usse side glance deta hai, dheere se kehta hai:
arjun (low whisper):
“tu mehmaan ban ke aaya hai ya shaadi mein snacks wale counter se?”

taz (munh me namak pare, bina arjun ki taraf dekhe):
“mein toh rishtedaar ban ke aaya tha… par snack mil gaya, toh upgrade le liya.”
arjun aankhon se ghoorta hai, fir ek piece uthakar khud bhi chabane lagta hai.

thodi der baad husna, zaheer,Ammu or asma ki tareef kar rahi hoti hai —

tab arjun taz ke kaan me fir bolta hai:
arjun:
“abhi agar khala mujhe dekh ke bolein ‘aur yeh hamare mohalle ka hero’, toh main uth ke chala jaunga.”

taz (bina emotion ke):
Khala tujhe dekh ke bolein gi: ‘aur yeh hain woh ladka jo hamare ghar ke samne tapri pe cigarette phookta mila tha.
arjun thoda chokhta hai, aankhon se taz ko dekhta hai, par taz serious expression me biscuit chaba raha hota hai.

fir dono ek dusre ki taraf dekhtay hain — aur fir dono ek second ke liye bas aankhon se hass ke reh jaate hain, bina awaz ke.

[Anum sheikh]

Arjun has cheated Amreen, he should be punished for it. Everyone at home is happy, so Amreen should also agree to this proposal

[Greenwood]

Arjun has cheated Amreen, he should be punished for it. Everyone at home is happy, so Amreen should also agree to this proposal

Amreen is not aware of this till now 
Don't know what happen in future