ARJUN vs ZAHEER

[Greenwood]

Update 23

husna thoda cough karti hai, dupatta thoda adjust kar ke officially introduction shuru karti hai.

husna:

“toh… sabse pehle main aap sabko milwa doon un logon se jinke liye yeh rishte ki baithak rakhi gayi hai.”

sab log thoda seedhe ho jaate hain. madhu chai ka tray pakadne ja rahi hoti hai, par ruk jaati hai.

ammu ki nazar neeche, dupatta lapet ke baithi hoti hai.

arjun apna glass paani uthakar halke sips lene lagta hai.

husna ek haath se ishaara karti hai ek smartly dressed ladke ki taraf, jo medium height, clean-shaven, white kurta aur grey waistcoat me baitha hota hai — confident, lekin over-smart nahi.

husna:

“yeh hain asad sayed… hamare rishtedaar ke bete.

engeneer hai, or bahut zaheen or shant kism ka ladka hai

khud bhi simple, aur life bhi simple rakhte hain — lekin family-oriented bacha hai.

aur cricket aur shayari ka shauq hai.”

Asad thoda modest smile deta hai, sabko halka sa salaam karta hai.

madhu politely smile karti hai, pratap sir hila ke greet karta hai.

ammu us taraf dekhe bina, bas sir jhukaye rehti hai.

husna ab ek middle-aged couple ki taraf mudti hai —

lady red silk suit me, gajra lagaye, halki gold bangles ke saath.

aadmi simple light blue kurta aur glasses me.

husna:

“aur yeh hain asad ke mummy-papa sarfaraz bhabhi aur saeed bhai.

Sarafaraz bhabhi har mehfil ki rooh hoti hain kitne saalon ka rishta hai humara.

aur saeed bhai, ab toh retired hain, lekin ek zamaane me education department me inspector the.”

Sarafaraz ek classy nod karti hain, saeed bhai sirf gentle smile dete hain jaise: “hum bas formality ke liye hain.”

madhu respectfully unhe greet karti hai

husna ab ek modern aur soft-spoken ladki ki taraf dekhti hai — green churidar, open hair, and a stylish clutch.

husna:

“aur yeh hain nausheen — asad ki chhoti behen.

fashion designing padhi hai, aur abhi boutique sambhal rahi hai delhi me.

thodi kam bolti hain, lekin dil ki badi saaf hai.”

nausheen halki smile deti hai ek side glance ammu ki taraf, ek madhu ki taraf.

shanu use politely smile dekar nod karti hai.

aur last me husna ek choti ladki ki taraf dekhti hai — jo sofa pe apne frock ko baar-baar set kar rahi hoti hai aur juice ke glass me sirf ice dhoondh rahi hoti hai.

husna (halki hansi ke saath):

“aur yeh hum sabki nani — mariya. nausheen ki beti hai, lekin sabko lagta hai salman ki manager hai.

har baat pe sawaal karti hai, har plate me se kuch chhupa leti hai.

lekin bacchi itni pyari hai ki jab tak ghar me awaaz na ho, sukoon nahi milta.”

mariya muh me straw lekar madhu ki taraf dekh ke kehti hai:

“aunty, aapke yahan gulab jamun hai kya?”

sab halki si hansi rok lete hain  pratap aankhon se smile karta hai,

husna sabke chehre dekh kar kehti hai:

husna:

ab toh sab se mil bhi liya, toh socha ek choti baithak ho jaaye…

aap log ammu se thoda baat kar lo, hum sab yahin hain.

drawing room me husna ab ammu se baat cheet ki tayyari kar rahi hoti hai.background me log hansi-muskaan ke saath chai ke cups le rahe hote hain.

camera dheere se zoom karta hai ek kone ki taraf jahaan arjun quietly apni seat se uth kar side corridor se kitchen ke taraf badhta hai.uska chehra blank hai, raat ki neend bachi hai or ek yawning karta hai or apne hath stretch karta hai madhu aur asma abhi kitchen me busy hoti hain, lekin thoda side jaane ke baad arjun ek breathing space dhoondhta hai

tabhi peeche se usse shanu mil jaati hai, jise ammu ne andar bheja tha water lene ke liye.

shanu uske chehre ka expression dekhte hi thoda alert ho jaati hai.

shanu (dhimi awaaz me):

“arjun… kya hua?”

arjun (deep breath leke, aankhen jame hue):

“yeh… kya chal raha hai andar?”

(ek pause, fir almost whisper me)

“rishta hai ammu ke liye…

shanu uski taraf dekhti hai, phir thoda hesitant ho kar sir hila deti hai.

shanu (softly):

haan… husna aunty le kar aayi hain. azhar uncle ne haan kar di thi jab wo bimaar the… ab sab fix jaisa hi hai

arjun thoda panic me kadam peeche leta hai ,haath balled ho jaate hain jaise kuch tod dena chahta ho.

fir ek sharp breath ke saath ek low hiss me kehta hai:

arjun:

tum logon ne mujhe bataya tak nahi… ek word bhi nahi

shanu uska gussa feel kar leti hai — lekin apne tone ko calm rakhti hai.

woh do kadam aage aati hai aur dheere se uske samne khadi ho jaati hai.

shanu (firm but kind):

“arjun, abhi waha sab log baith ke chai pee rahe hain… mehmaan aaye hue hain.

tum agar yeh reaction yahin explode karoge na… toh sab bigad jaayega.”

arjun uski aankhon me dekhta hai — gussa uske cheekbone tak dikh raha hota hai.

lekin wo kuch bol nahi paata, sirf ek thandi si saans chhodta hai.

shanu fir dheere se kehti hai:

shanu:

“abhi chillaane ka waqt nahi hai. main teri side hoon…

lekin pehle tu khud decide kar kya chahiye tujhe,warna ammu sab ke kehne pe haan kar degi.”

arjun aankhen band karta hai, sir jhukata hai.

uske haath ki nasen tight ho gayi hain, lekin wo apne aap ko control karta hai.

kitchen ke fridge ke paas jakar bottle uthata hai aur paani peeta hai.

shanu bas ek pal ke liye uske saath khamosh khadi rehti hai.

dono ke beech ek silent understanding circulate karta hai

ek dusre ki feelings bina bole samajhne wali.

sab log chai aur snacks le chuke hain. husna ek narm si awaaz me sab se keh rahi hoti hai:

husna:

“ab jab itne ache log ek jagah baithe ho… toh mehfil mein ek kalam toh banta hai.”

Asad pehle toh modestly hichkichata hai. Sarafaraz aunty uske kandhe par haath rakhti hain,

aur husna gently insist karti hai:

husna:

“beta, amreen ke liye kuch ho jaaye… yeh toh hum sab ki farmaish hai.”

Asad ek halke smile ke saath dupatta sambhalti ammu ki taraf dekhta hai,

fir apna sherbet ka glass side karta hai aur thoda aage jhuk ke baithak wala pose le leta hai.

mehfil settle ho jaati hai. sab chup.

uski awaaz narmi se behti hai — ek deep, soulful aawaaz:

tum aaye toh dard bhi dilbar lage,

tanha sa har pal, magar lagne lage…

tujh se mila har lamha ek saaz tha,

har khamoshi mein tera andaz tha.

raat bhar teri yaadon ka silsila chala,

neend se zyada mujhe khwab mila.

kitaabon mein dhoonda tujhe har safhe par,

aur har she’r mein bas tera chehra mila.

dil ne kaha, “mat pooch tu uska haal”,

magar aankhon ne likh diya tera sawal.

lab khamosh rahe, dil fasaane likhta gaya,

dard chhupaya nahi, bas wo shayari ban gaya

main toot kar bhi khud ko jodta raha,

tera zikr kar ke sab kuch bhoolta raha…

tum aaye toh hawaon mein mahak si thi,

tum gaye toh zindagi be-rang si thi…

agar kabhi laut aaye toh kehna mat kuch,

bas ek muskaan de dena… main jee uthunga us lamhe mein.

sab pe ek pal ke liye jaise jaadu chha jaata hai.

uski awaaz dhalte dhalte room me sirf ek gehri khamoshi reh jaati hai — wo wali, jo respect wali hoti hai.

Sarafaraz aunty palkein thodi moist karti hain.

madhu aankhon me soft smile ke saath ammu ki taraf dekhti hai.

pratap aankhon se sir hila ke kehta hai:

“wah…”

shanu… jaise ek trance me. aankhon me ek shine. uska chehra pehli baar kisi outsider ke liye itna soft dikh raha hota hai.

zaheer corner se wapas aata hai — aur seedha shanu par uski nazar padti hai.

uska chehra dard aur shock ka combo hota hai.

lekin shanu… dekh bhi nahi rahi hoti. uski aankhon ka focus sirf asad par hota hai.

uski aankhen kehti hain: “maine yeh expect nahi kiya tha.”

arjun ek corner me glass haath me le kar wall ke saath tik gaya hota hai.

uski aankhen sabke chehre padhti hain… ek ek karke.

sab impressed hain. sab khush hain.

aur sabse zyada… ammu.

ammu ke chehre par ek ajeeb si sannata bhari muskaan.

wo bas baith ke kuch soch rahi hoti hai — kuch samajh nahi pa rahi, lekin andar kuch stir ho chuka hai.

shayari usse touch kar gayi hoti hai.

asad apni ghazal ke last sher pe thoda thehrta hai.

aakhri lafz ke baad ek second ki silence hoti hai —

phir sarfaraz aunty ke slow clap se mehfil thodi warm ho jaati hai.

sab log sir hila rahe hain, husna proud look de rahi hai.

yeh sab chal raha hota hai,

tabhi ek corner me thoda andhera wala spot — jahan ek purani almirah ke paas ek long bench lagi hoti hai —

wahaan dono bhai jaise log baithe hote hain: arjun aur taz.

arjun glass me sherbet hila raha hota hai, aur taz apni cap ko ulta pahne, ek papad tod raha hota hai.

dono ki aawaz itni dhimi hoti hai ki sirf ek dusre ko sunai de.

taz (aankhon se asad ki taraf dekh ke, papad chabate hue):

"wah re miyan... ab toh shayar bhi ban gaya hai rishton ke saath."

arjun (bina dekhe, glass me ice ghumate hue):

“hmm... lag raha tha jaise reharsal chal rahi ho... stage show se pehle.”

taz (sar hila ke):

"aur voice dekhi uski? jaise udit nahi chudit narayan ho sala ,mic andar fit kara ho gale mein... full bass."

arjun (half smile ke saath):

"bass nahi… bas thoda extra drama.

shayari kam, script zyada lag rahi thi."

taz (thoda lean karke arjun ke ear ke paas):

“main toh samjha tha koi mehmaan khatam hone ke baad plate uthayega,

yeh toh sher uthake sabka mood le gaya.”

arjun halki si hansi rokte hue:

arjun:

“tumne dekha Ammu ka chehra?

aankhein band ho jaati toh dua samajh leta main.”

taz (mocking tone):

“arey bhai, jab har lafz me ‘tum aaye’, ‘tum gaye’ ho toh kaun nahi pighlega...

lekin talent... naa bhai... thoda overcooked tha.”

arjun:

"aur khala ka expression?

aankhon me aise chamak jaise asad nahi, gulzar baith gaya ho samne."

dono halki si hansi rok lete hain —

fir ek second ke liye chup ho jaate hain.

phir taz softly:

“par ek baat bolun...

ammu ki aankhon me kuch change tha...

wo bas shayari nahi sun rahi thi... kuch mehsoos kar gayi thi.”

arjun thoda stiff ho jata hai. uska haath sherbet ka glass pakde hue thoda thandaa pad jata hai.

phir wo slowly kehta hai:

arjun:

"wo bas moment ka effect tha...

tum dekhna, asli wajah pe mask jaldi chhodega yeh shayar sahab."

taz (smirking):

“bas bhai... tujhe bass lag gaya...

par tu us moment me akela tha jo clap nahi kar raha tha.”

arjun sarcastic smile ke saath:

“haan... main clap karta, toh meri jaan se bhi tali baj jaati.”

taz haas deta hai, aur cap aankhon par kheenchta hai.

taz (side glance le kar whisper me):

“bhai... uska kurta dekh.

satin pe ironing aise ki gayi hai jaise audition dene aaya ho... ghazal ke saath modeling bhi.”

arjun (glass ghumate hue):

“mujhe laga bas shayari karega...

yeh toh aankhon se bhi act kar raha tha —

har lafz pe eyelids slow-mo me band ho rahe the jaise koi perfume ad shoot kar raha ho.”

taz (fake impress hoke):

“aur uski awaaz? uff...

bhai mic laga rakha tha kya gale ke neeche?

jaise koi ghazal nahi, FM ka raat 2 baje ka RJ ho —

'namaskar doston... aaj ki tanha raat me...' vibes.”

arjun (nakhli tareef wale tone me):

“acha haan, aur jab bola ‘tum aaye…’

toh mujhe laga ab uth ke background dancers bhi aa jayenge!”

taz (has kar):

“tum aaye toh hawaon me mahak si thi…

aur uski smell khud hi hawaon me chhod gaya be,

deo mar ke aaya tha shayad — itna ‘musk’ maarta koi?”

arjun (glance leke smirk ke saath):

“aur hairstyle?

bhai, usne itna gel lagaya hai ki agar current lag jaye toh spark nahi, disco ball ban jaaye.”

taz (ulta jaake cap uthake aankhon pe karte hue):

“wo toh theek hai…

lekin main hil gaya jab usne aankhon band karke bola —

‘lab khamosh rahe, dil fasaane likhta gaya…’

bhai! lab khamosh isliye the kyunki tu full acting me chala gaya tha!”

Arjun(lean hoke whisper)

Are to behenchod apne ghar jakar kare na acting, yaha kyu aa gaya yeh ghalib ka choda...

Taz ( sharbat ko straw se khinchte huye bina arjun ki taraf dekhe)

Behen to bhaiya yeh humari chodega ab,

Arjun (ek look deta hai)

Hey...

Taz(same straw-sharbat)

Tu janta nahi in sabki nazro mein hum Ammu ke bhai hai

Arjun ka dil baith jata hai yeh sunkar,uski aankhein confuse ho jati hai...

husna suddenly casual tone me — lekin sab sun lein itne volume me keh deti hai:

husna (asad ki taraf dekhte hue):

"asad beta, tum aur amreen thoda upar chhat pe baith jao…

thoda aaram se baat karo, ek dusre ko jaan lo.

sabke beech kaise baat hogi?"

asad smile deta hai. ammu awkward ho jaati hai.

uski nazar turant madhu ki taraf jaati hai, phir chhoti si awaaz me kehti hai:

ammu:

"Amma … main yahin theek hoon. sab ke saamne hi baat kar lenge..."

madhu (softly, lekin firm):

"ammu, sab kuch sab ke saamne nahi hota.

ja beta… samajhdaar hai tu."

ammu phir se “please” jaise aankhon se dekhti hai,

lekin madhu apna haath uske shoulder pe rakh ke uthane lagti hai.

[Kuchnahi24]

Too detailed lag raha h ye kahi ho raha h aur hum use dekh kar khud mahsoos kar rhe h kya baat h writer sahab… bahut khoob

Kahani apni si lagi jaani pahchani si is update ke saath parai si lagi likhne ka kamaal h aapka… 

Arjun nikhat ka involve hona jaldi laga ya betuka laga filhaal.. bs ammu arjun aur arjun ammu ka hota…to kya hi hota ❤️



First mai feeling the pyar badhea phir kuch twist turn aayenge.. par rachna aapki h to rachnakar ko salaam…
Par jaisa ab tak padha h ammu ghar h arjun ka shayad ghum phir kar lautega..

( kuch chut raha h wali feeling padhne ke baad) ( till now story is Hero)
lets see

[Greenwood]

Too detailed lag raha h ye kahi ho raha h aur hum use dekh kar khud mahsoos kar rhe h kya baat h writer sahab… bahut khoob

Kahani apni si lagi jaani pahchani si is update ke saath parai si lagi likhne ka kamaal h aapka… 

Arjun nikhat ka involve hona jaldi laga ya betuka laga filhaal.. bs ammu arjun aur arjun ammu ka hota…to kya hi hota ❤️



First mai feeling the pyar badhea phir kuch twist turn aayenge.. par rachna aapki h to rachnakar ko salaam…
Par jaisa ab tak padha h ammu ghar h arjun ka shayad ghum phir kar lautega..

( kuch chut raha h wali feeling padhne ke baad) ( till now story is Hero)
lets see

Kahani ki audience hi uski jaan hoti,
Jab tak audience hai tab tak kahani chalti rehti hai isliye bahut bahut shukriya is kahani ka hissa banne ke liye 
Apka suggestion besh kimti hai is writer ke liye 
Ummeed rakhta hu ki aap pura faith rakhenge is kahani me or 
Yakeen dilata hu ki kahani apko disappoint nahi karegi last mein

[Greenwood]

Upadte 24


Ammu or Asad ki upar jate dekh kar taz jo pehle se chill mode me tha,
ab sidha arjun ke kaan ke paas jhukta hai aur cheeky tone me kehta hai:
taz (teasing):
"dekh... teri maa hi teri dushman nikli bhai.
goli bhi chhati pe maar rahi hai aur keh rahi hai ‘beta relax kar’."

arjun ka expression ek dum tight ho jaata hai wo aankhon me shock + disbelief + thoda gussa mix expression leke madhu ko dekhta hai,
lekin kuch bolta nahi.

andar hi andar bas sochta hai:
arjun (internal monologue):
“yeh kya kar rahi ho mummy… tum toh samajho mujhe.

uska haath sherbet ka glass tightly pakadta hai.uski aankhon me wo silent plead dikhai deti hai lekin madhu ignore mode on.

madhu ammu ka dupatta theek karti hai, ek light push deti hai.asad polite smile ke saath pehle upar chadh jaata hai.ammu thoda rukti hai ek pal ke liye aankhon me uljhan.fir seedhi ho kar chhat ki taraf badh jaati hai.sab log casual banne ki acting karte hain neeche lekin sabke kaan udhar hi lage hote hain.camera ek baar arjun ke face pe close-up leta hai jahan aankhon ka colour thoda intense ho gaya hai.
chehre pe calm, lekin andar se storm ready.

husna, madhu, pratap, azhar… sab casually hansi-mazaak kar rahe hote hain.
corner me arjun aur taz sofa ke ek side bethe hote hain, dono ke haath me chai.
taz idhar-udhar dekhta hai ki koi sun toh nahi raha…
phir thoda lean hokar arjun ke kaan ke paas dheere se bolta hai:
taz (whispering, mischievous):
“sun... tujhe jaanna hai na upar kya chal raha hai?”
ek chhat hai — mere dost imtiyaz ki… zaheer ke ghar ke bilkul saamne wali.
aur voh khud kaafi open-minded hai.. matlab uski chhat bhi.

arjun kuch nahi bolta ek second ke liye bas taz ko dekhta hai,
fir aankhon me ‘okay tu pagal hai, lekin chal’ wali vibe la ke head nod karta hai.

cut to: pados wali chhat – 11:43 AM
dono chhat par aa jaate hain, ek choti si diwar jahan se azhar ke ghar ki chhat clearly dikh rahi hoti hai.
dono neeche baith jaate hain, chhat ki thand aur seelan wali hawa.
samanne ammu aur asad bench pe baith ke baat kar rahe hote hain.
asad ke words sune jaa sakte hain:

asad (soft tone):
main toh bas itna jaanna chahta hoon…
ki aapko rishton mein sabse zyada kya chahiye hota hai?

arjun & taz – wall ke peeche
taz (sarcastic tone):
haan, aur niche footnote bhi likhwa le — ‘terms & conditions apply’.

arjun (under his breath, dryly):
isko lagta hai yeh shaadi nahi, UPSC interview de raha hai.

asad (wahi se sunai deta hai):
aapko kaun si cheezein trigger karti hain?
main samajhna chahta hoon… so I don’t repeat them.

taz (ammu ki nakal karte huye)
Tere jaise lallu laal 

arjun (irritated):
yeh ammu ka rishta lene aaya hai ya uska trauma healer ban ke

asad fir poochhta hai (door se sunai deta hai)
kya aap kabhi kisi se emotionally attached rahi hain?

arjun ka face tighten ho jaata hai.
uski aankhen full focused ho jaati hain ammu pe.
dil me kuch chubhta hai, lekin tone still sarcastic:
arjun:
puchh lo bhai,
aage bol aapne kabhi kisi se aankh milayi thi jo terrace se chala gaya tha?

taz (mock drama mode):
aur jab usne back dikhayi thi, to kya thoda dil bhi gir gaya tha?

(pause)
fir dono ek dusre ko dekh ke thoda hanste hain lekin arjun ki hansi me thoda dard mix hota hai,aur taz uska face dekh ke ek second ke liye serious ho jaata hai.

asad:
kabhi kisi ne aapka dil toda ho…
toh kya uske baad aap dobara kisi par bharosa kar paayi hain?

cut to: taz & arjun – deewar ke peeche
taz (dramatic sigh ke saath):
arre bhai... pehle toh dil ki MRI kara le…yeh banda love story nahi, heartbreak ka case study bana raha hai

arjun (bitter smile):
main hota na… toh bolta —‘nahi bhaiya, ab toh main sirf delivery boy pe bharosa karti hoon…

asad ka next question (slightly deeper):
agar kisi ne aapko us waqt chhod diya jab aapko uski sabse zyada zarurat thi…toh aap kya karengi agar wo wapas aana chahe?"

taz (mooh bana kar):

"simple hai… cha muda 

Or taz or arjun hanste hain .... 

asad:
"agar aap kisi ko ek letter likh sakti…
toh kis topic par hota? aur kya kehti us letter me?"

taz (control me nahi):
"topic: ‘tere jaise ka kya karein?’
aur andar likha hota — ‘return to sender’.
arjun bas mooh chhupake halke se hansa, lekin aankhon me phir bhi thoda pain.
uski aankhen ammu ke expressions pe fix hoti hain

ammu kuch der sochti hai… then softly bolti hai:
ammu (far se sunai deta hai):
"shayad… main likhti
‘mujhe maaf karna… par main ab waisi nahi rahi.’"

ek second ke liye dono chup ho jaate hain.
fir taz thoda halki tone me kehta hai:

taz (zara softly):
"aur bhai… tujhe kya lagta hai… yeh line tere liye thi?"

taz fir ek final line bolta hai – cheeky but poison-coated:
taz:
"bhai, iski baatein sun ke lag raha hai…
yeh ladka ghazal nahi, mausam hai…
aata bhi dheere se hai… aur tabahi bhi calmly machata hai."

arjun (confidently):
"aur main… baarish hoon taz.
jiska sabko intezaar hota hai,
par jab aata hoon toh sab bheeg jaate hain…
aur phir chhat dhundhte hain."

asad ammu ki taraf thoda hopeful nazar se dekhta hai.
ammu chhup hoti hai, uski aankhen aasman se thoda neeche…
wo bas khud me ghuli hoti hai — conversation ne usse andar tak chhed diya hota hai.
tabhi… chhat ke darwaze se ek familiar voice sunayi deti hai:

shanu (friendly tone, halki hansi ke saath):
“madam… ho gayi aapki deep baatein? ya abhi aur layers kholni baaki hain?”
ammu palat ke dekhti hai — shanu waha khadi hai, aankhon me thoda curiosity, thoda teasing.
asad turant seedha ho jaata hai, halki smile ke saath bas sir hila deta hai.

shanu (asad ki taraf dekhte hue):
“accha laga aapse milke… aapki poetry ke baad abhi tak sab bechain the,
ab lagta hai… aapki baaton ne unhe shaant kar diya hoga.”

asad bas ek calm nod deta hai — polite, controlled.
shanu uske expression ko read karne ki koshish karti hai, lekin kuch keh nahi paati.

fir wo ammu ke shoulder ko halka sa chhoo ke kehti hai:
shanu:
“chalo… neeche sab wait kar rahe hain.”
ammu ek baar asad ki taraf dekhti hai — na smile, na disappointment —
bas ek silent acknowledgement.
fir wo shanu ke sath chhat ke stairs ki taraf badhti hai.

Asad ke niche ki taraf walk karte huye Taz ek aakhiri banter jor se uchhal kar marta hai,
Taz:
Abe dallleee, jhootallleeee yaha se nikalllleeee

Or fir arjun or Taz dono daud kar imtiyaz ki chhat se utar kar wapas azhar ke ghar aa Jate hai

ammu aur shanu neeche aate hain… sabki nazar unpe thodi der ko jaati hai,
fir casual hansi-mazaak chalu ho jaata hai.
camera ammu ke chehre pe zoom karta hai —
expression soft hai, par andar ka storm ab bhi chal raha hota hai.
tabhi — dusre darwaze se quietly arjun aur taz bhi entry lete hain.
taz apni scarf ko tight karta hai, arjun baal thoda sa sudharta hai jaise kuch hua hi nahi.
dono bina kisi se aankh milaye seedha ek corner me jaake baith jaate hain.

sab log thoda-thoda casual ho chuke hain,baaton ka volume normal hai, lekin andar hi andar sab yeh samajhne ki koshish kar rahe hain —
ammu ka expression kya keh raha hai?
ammu ek side quietly baithi hoti hai — aankhon me ek soch.
uske paas shanu aake silently baith jaati hai.
ek second dono ke beech silence…

fir shanu, halka sa jhuk ke, dheere se puchti hai:
shanu (low whisper, aankhon me direct curiosity):
“upar kya baat hui thi ammu...?
sab normal tha na? ya… kuch zyada?”

ammu bas ek halki smile deti hai — lekin wo smile me bhi ek thakan chhupi hoti hai.

ammu (low voice):
“pucha usne ki bhool paayi ho kya…
aur maine… kuch nahi kaha.”

shanu halki si breath in karti hai, kuch seconds tak chup rahti hai.
fir apna haath ammu ke haath pe rakh ke softly bolti hai:
shanu:
“tum bolti nahi ho…
isliye sab samajh lete hain.”
ammu uski taraf dekhti hai — ek pal ke liye aankhon me pani tha,
lekin turant usne nazar chura li.

cut to: kitchen doorway – madhu ka clear voice
madhu (thoda loud, sabki taraf dekhte hue):
“bas ab sab log baith jao… khana laga diya hai.
baatein toh ab zindagi bhar chalti rahengi,
lekin biryani garam hai — pehle yeh sambhaal lo!”

husna bhi smile kar ke kehti hai:

“haan haan, pehle khana… baaki mohabbat baad me!”

dining area me sab plates le kar lag jaate hain —
aur kahin ek corner me arjun abhi bhi blank expression me glass me paani ghoomata hai.
uski aankhen ek pal ko ammu tak jati hain,
fir wo thoda aur peechhe khisak jaata hai.

dining area do hisso me divide hai.
ek taraf gents — pratap, azhar, asad, taz, kuch aur elders.
doosri taraf ladies — husna, madhu, naushin, sarfaraz, aur beech me baithi ammu.
shanu aur asma plate leke idhar udhar ghoom rahi hoti hain,
gentlemen ko rotiyan, salad, biryani serve karte hue.

naushin, ammu ke baju me baithi hoti hai.
uski nazar ammu ke haathon par padti hai — simple mehndi,
aur ek hath me pehni hui chhoti si red bangle.
naushin (sweet tone me):
“arre wah Amreen
yeh bangles toh badi pyaari lag rahi hain…
kya kisi khaas ne di?”

ammu thoda confuse si smile deti hai,
husna seedha seedha bolti hai (thoda taunting me):
“ab khaas nahi toh kaun dega…
rishta lekar aaye hain toh kuch toh khaas hoga hi.”

madhu quickly tone change karti hai, smile me:
“haye haan haan, waise bhi ammu pe toh har rang suit karta hai…
par yeh laal... kuch zyada hi.”

sarfaraz (cute si muskaan ke saath, husna ke baju me baithi):
“ammu ka smile hi sabse pretty accessory hai.”
ammu awkward si smile kar deti hai,
uski nazar neeche chali jaati hai,
aur ek pal ko uska chehra blank ho jaata hai


cut to: gents corner
azhar thoda biryani ka mors chewb karte hue zaheer ki taraf dekhta hai.
phir casual tone me bolta hai:
azhar:
“arre… sab log toh lag gaye hain plate pe…
ja zara arjun ko bula la… kya jaane kidhar chhupa baitha hai.”
zaheer ke haathon ka motion rukta hai.
ek second ke liye wo apne baap ki taraf dekhta hai,
aankhon me halki jhalak — kyun mujhe?
lekin kuch kehta nahi.
bas haan mein sir hilata hai, lekin uske expressions sikud jaate hain.

cut to: arjun – ek kone me khamoshi se glass me paani ghoomata hua
zaheer waha aata hai.
koi “please” ya “bhai” wala tone nahi.
bilkul straight, cold, almost dismissive.
zaheer:
“khana lag gaya hai. aa ja.”

arjun uski taraf dekhta hai directly.
ek second tak dono aankhon me aankhon daalte hain.
ek sooraj ek chattan ko ghoor raha hota hai.
na shabd badalte hain, na bhaav.
sirf ek awkward, silent clash.
fir arjun bina kuch kahe uthta hai.
aur seedha dining side chalta hai, taz ke paas baith jaata hai.

taz thali me raita daal raha hota hai — arjun ke baithte hi line maar deta hai:
taz (andar se enjoy karta hua):
“lo bhai… toh sher bhi shikaar pe aa gaya.
kya raita faila hai... kya pulao paka hai...
aur kya zaheer ki aankhon me mirchi daali hai!”

camera do alag zones me jata hai —
ammu ladies ke beech me muskara rahi hai, lekin aankhen bhari hain.
arjun gents ke side baitha hai, lekin plate me biryani ki jagah soch chaba raha hai.

camera focus karta hai asad par —
ek haath se dupatta jaisa napkin apne gale me baandh chuka hai,
doosre haath me spoon leke aise baitha hai jaise shaadi ke buffet me nahi,
'mughal-e-azam' ki daawat me hissa le raha ho.
asad apne saamne ki plate me ekdum saaf symmetry me chizein set karta hai —
biryani, raita, salad, pickle — sab ko ek aesthetic pattern me sajata hai,

cut to: corner – arjun & taz, dono kneel posture me thoda chipke hue
taz (whispering, aankhon me chamak):
“bhai... Pahle baar dekh raha hu ki tinda khud sabji kha raha hai

arjun (holding laughter):
“arre… yeh plate hai ya mandala art ban raha hai?
mirchi ka ek kona bhi hil gaya toh shakun bigad jayega!”

asad ek dum slow motion me raita ka ek chammach uthaata hai,
aur usse dekhta hai jaise usme uska reflection dikh gaya ho —
phir us chammach ko biryani ke upar rakhta hai,
jaise chef’s kiss moment ho.

taz:
“dekha? raita nahi daala… biryani ko raita ka dupatta odha diya!
banda shaadi nahi kar raha…
biryani ki bidaai kar raha hai!”

ek second ke liye asad ke gale me kuch atak jata hai —
wo paani ke liye hilta hai, lekin ekdum style me,
aur turant glass utha ke aise chhota sa toast karta hai sabzi ke saamne…
phir sip.

arjun:
“bhai iska gala atka nahi…
yeh drama ka next act tha!”
Actor saala 

asad ab ek gulab jamun ko spoon se tod raha hota hai,
aise jaise koi priceless sculpture toot raha ho…
aur taz & arjun — corner me haath se mooh dabaaye hassi chhupa rahe hote hain.


azhar ka ghar – drawing room – 6:15 PM – evening light filtering in
ladke wale ab uthne hi waale hote hain.
asad ke papa saeed sayed apne shirt ko theek karte hue bolte hain:
Saeed:
“toh hum chalte hain...
aap sab ache log hain, mahmaan-nawazi ka shukriya.
aap sab ache se baith kar faisla kar lijiye…
hum intezaar karenge phone ka.”
husna, naushin, sarfaraz sab log uth kar unka saath dete hain.
sab log ab entry wale gate ki taraf badhne lagte hain.
madhu plates le rahi hoti hai, shanu aankhon se ammu ko dekh rahi hoti hai.

aur ammu… ek jagah frozen si, bas khadi hoti hai.
phir ammu halki si thap thap ke saath aage badhti hai aur sabke saamne khud ko hold kar ke bolti hai, lekin awaaz theek-thaak bold hoti hai:
ammu (firm tone, saaf aankhon se):
“main...
main chahti hoon ki meri zindagi ka faisla sirf ek mil baithak se na ho.”
sab log ruk jaate hain.

aisa lagta hai jaise kisi ne remote se pause button daba diya ho.
arjun ka chehra pehli baar ek dum se blank ho jaata hai.
taz ki spoon hawa me hi atki hoti hai.
azhar seedha ammu ko dekhta hai.

ammu (phir soft, lekin clear):
“main baba se yeh kehna chahti hoon…
ki main chahti hoon hum thoda aur samay lein.
thoda aur samajh lein ek doosre ko.
abhi... main tayyar nahi hoon.”
uski aankhon me koi ghabrahat nahi
lekin uski nazar sidha azhar pe.
aur... arjun ki aankhon me dard  lekin wo bas dekhta reh jaata hai, kuch kehta nahi.

phir husna aage badhti hai — aur ek second me scene ka mood thoda sambhaal leti hai:
husna (cheerfully):
“haaye, sahi to keh rahi hai meri bachi.
main toh waise bhi kehne wali thi — abhi waqt hai, samajhne ka haq hai dono ko.
waise bhi asad beta do din baad jaipur phir aayega…

phir husna aankhon me chamak laake bolti hai:
“friday ko yeh aayega or saturday-sunday ka toh poora waqt hoga na,ammu aur asad ek do chhoti meeting kar lenge... samajh jaayenge ek doosre ko aur.”

asad ke abba agree karte hain.
lekin azhar turant apni kursi se hilte hain aur bolte hain —
azhar:
“nahi nahi... hotel me kyun?
yeh ladka apna hi hai.
humare yahin rukega zaheer ke kamre me.
bacha hai ghar ka, yahi rahe.”

zaheer ek second ke liye asad ko dekhta hai, phir aankhen phir leta hai.
uski aankhon me clearly sab kuch likha hota hai — ‘mazaak ho raha hai kya?’
shanu chhupke se ammu ke paas aake khadi ho jaati hai,
aur arjun… woh slowly pichhe chala jaata hai,
dining table ke corner tak.
uska chehra… almost poker face.
lekin aankhon me wo ek halki si dard ki lehar chhupaye baitha hai.

cut to: taz (slowly arjun ke paas aake whisper karta hai):
“bhai… ab to banda room tak bhi shift ho gaya.
apni mohabbat check-in kar gayi…
aur hum waiter bane khaali plate leke ghoom rahe hain.”
arjun bas ek faint smirk deta hai — lekin aankhon me us waqt ek baar bhi ammu ka chehra nahi chhuta.

[b]azhar ka ghar – shaam 6:45 PM ke baad
[/b]
mehmaan ja chuke hain.
gate band ho chuka hai.
drawing room ka halke rangon ka sajawat ab thoda thaka thaka lag raha hai.
azhar, zaheer, asma sab apne rooms me jaa chuke hain.
madhu aur pratap ne pehle hi azhar se ijazat le li thi aur ghar nikal chuke hain.
shanu bhi ammu se keh chuki hai ki “main bas change karke aayi”.


dining space – light dim, mahaul halka-sa silent
ab sirf do log bache hain...
ammu ek plate uthakar sink ki taraf le ja rahi hoti hai.
arjun ek kone me khada, thoda sa restlessness ke saath,
jaise kuch kehne ka chance dhoond raha ho.
lekin kuch bhi kehne ki himmat nahi ho rahi.

ammu arjun ki taraf dekhe bina apne room ke direction me chal padti hai.
uske steps halki hote hain lekin uski spine seedhi 
koi bhi attention ya tasalli lene ka iraada nahi hota usme.
uske chehre par ek neutral layer hai… na naraz, na soft.

arjun uski taraf dekhta hai… kuch seconds tak.
lekin ammu, bina ek baar bhi nazar uthaaye,
apne kamre me chali jaati hai.
kamra bandh hota hai – arjun blink bhi nahi karta.
wo ab bhi wahi khada hota hai.

arjun ghar laut raha hota hai – gali se nikalte hue
uske kadam dheere hain.
har pair uthta hai jaise usme wazan ho.uski aankhon me wo sawaal hai jo usne kisi se poocha nahi…
aur jawab hai jo usse kisi ne diya nahi



pratap ka ghar – entry

arjun darwaza kholta hai, andar aata hai…
ghar khamosh hota hai.
na madhu, na pratap.
sab apne rooms me hain.
wo sirf entry area me khada hota hai.
ek pal ke liye andar ke direction me dekhta hai…
phir bina kuch bole, sidha apne kamre me chala jaata hai.


pratap ka ghar – arjun ka room – raat ke 9:20 baje

ghar ke har kone me khamoshi hai.
madhu apne room me light off kar chuki hoti hai. pratap ka bhi door band.

arjun ka kamra… thoda andhera, bas ek corner lamp on hai —
warm yellow light me arjun ka chehra adha roshan, adha chhaya me dooba hua.

arjun apni kursi pe baitha hota hai, pair ek taraf se latka ke…
uske haath me ek purani matchbox, jise wo ghumata jaa raha hota hai.
uska phone bed pe pada hota hai, screen lock par ammu ka naam abhi bhi last message me blink kar raha hota hai

voiceover style – arjun ke andar ke sawaal – dhimi awaaz me

arjun (andar hi andar):

"main hi to tha... jo har waqt uske saath tha.
uske hasne ke wajah, uske chhup rehne ka sabab bhi main hi to tha."

(wo matchbox band karta hai. apne kandhe se jhukta hai)

phir jab wo thodi si badli, thodi si samajhdar hui...
to main usse door kyu ho gaya?"

(thoda pause. uski aankhon me guilt clearly dikh raha hota hai)

kyu mujhe laga ki usne kuch badal diya hai?
ya shayad... main hi woh sab dekh nahi paaya jo uske andar chal raha tha."

"main sirf khud pe busy tha… uski khamoshi pe nahi."

arjun kursi se uthta hai —
kamar theek karta hai, jaise koi weight ho jo ab seene pe chadh gaya ho.
phir woh chhatt ki taraf chala jaata hai…



cut to: pratap ke ghar ki chhatt – raat 9:30 PM

Arjun ek gray gym waist or black joggers me hota hai,uske gale me abhi bhi ek religious locket latak raha hota hai jo dikhai de raha hai,uske baal aaj thode rukhe lag rahe hai shayd usne aaj comb nahi kiya ya fir use mouka hi na mila ho.
raat thodi thandi hai. aasman me taaron ka jhukav.
neeche se mohalle ke kuch dim lights dikh rahi hoti hain.
ek kachchi si hawa chalti hai.
arjun chhatt ke konne tak jaata hai, haath railing pe rakhta hai.
door ammu ke ghar ki chhat dikhti hai — andhera, lekin usi andhere me wo uski tasveer dhoond raha hota hai.

arjun (andar se, slow thought):

"aaj agar main usse us waqt ek baar roka hota...
to kya wo pal aisa hi guzarta?"

"kyu main sirf tamasha dekhta raha jab wo kisi aur ke saath baith kar apne faisle kar rahi thi?"

"uski aankhon me jitna sa bharosa tha...
kya wo main tha? ya ab nahi hoon?"


[b]uska gala thoda bhari ho jaata hai. aankhon me ek halka sa moisture.
wo kuch der khamoshi me waha khada rehta hai — bina kisi reaction ke.
sirf… regret. pura, gehra regret.[/b]

phir dheere se uske phone ki screen light jalti hai.
ek naya message nahi — sirf wo last message, jo ammu ne bheja tha:
"arjun, mujhe tumse kuch zaruri baat karni hai. jaldi ghar aa jao."

arjun us message ko dekhta rehta hai…
aur finally uska angutha lock button dabata hai. screen black.

last line (andar hi andar):

"shayad main us waqt wapas laut sakta tha…
lekin ab waqt mujhe wapas laut kar dega ya nahi… pata nahi.


azhar ka ghar – night, 9:50 PM

andar ki lights ab soft ho chuki hain.
sab dinner ke baad apne-apne rooms me relax mode me ja chuke hain.
azhar so raha hota hai, madhu aur pratap apne ghar wapas ja chuke hain.

zaheer drawing room ke ek konne me sofa par baitha hota hai —
ek book khuli hoti hai uske haath me, lekin aankhen us par tikki nahi hoti.
uska dimaag abhi bhi pure din ke mahool me uljha hua hota hai.
tabhi peechhe se ammu aati hai —
uske haath me ek thali hoti hai jisme doodh aur thoda sa leftover mithai hoti hai.
lekin expression pe ek controlled smile… us waali jo sirf apne close insaan ke liye lagayi jaati hai.

ammu (softly, casual tone me):
"abhi tak padhaayi ho rahi hai ya book se aankh-micholi?"

zaheer book band karta hai, ek thakaa-thakaa smile deta hai:
"padhaayi kaha… bas dimaag ka load kam karne ki acting chal rahi hai."

ammu uske paas sofa ke arm pe baith jaati hai, uski taraf doodh ki thali badha ke:
"le bhai, acting se pehle real energy le le."

zaheer thoda protest karta hai:
"abey tu bhi na, raat ke iss time doodh pila rahi hai... jaise exam dene jaa raha hoon."

ammu (laugh ke saath):
"exam hi to tha... pura din!"

thoda pause. dono ke beech halka silence aata hai, lekin wo uncomfortable nahi hota.
usme ek mutual understanding hoti hai.

zaheer uski taraf dekhta hai, thoda hesitant:
"tu theek hai na?"

ammu ek pal ke liye uski aankhon me dekhti hai —
phir wo smile karti hai, lekin us smile me wo khud ka dil chhupa leti hai

ammu (halke andaaz me):
"main to full set hoon...
ab soch rahi hoon ki do din me Asad ke saath Jaipur me Hawa Mahal ghoom aaun."

(aankh maar ke)
"aur waise bhi... unki shayari to sun ke lagta hai, hawa bhi unki baaton pe udti hogi."

zaheer hansi chhupa nahi paata:
"abe chhoti... tujhe lagta hai main teri nautanki samajhta nahi?"

ammu shoulders ucha deti hai, jese kehna ho — 'mujhe kya!'

phir ek pal ke liye dono chup ho jaate hain.
zaheer ammu ke haath se thali leke ek sip doodh ka leta hai.
uski aankhon me abhi bhi doubt hai, lekin wo uske mood ko respect karta hai.

zaheer (softly):
"acha kiya tune…
sab ke samne thoda waqt maang ke.
jo bhi faisla le, sirf apne liye lena.
baba ke liye nahi, mere liye nahi… kisi ke liye nahi.
sirf khud ke liye."

ammu (halke se, aankhen uske chehre pe):
"tere jaise bhai ke hote kisi ladki ko superwoman banne ki zarurat hi nahi."

zaheer uske head pe thoda gentle sa tap deta hai, pyaar se.


pratap ka ghar – chhat – raat 11:45 PM

arjun railing ke paas khada hota hai
ek haath se railing pakde hue, dusre haath me phone jise wo lagataar unlock karke blank screen dekh raha hota hai.
aankhon ke neeche thoda thakaan, aur chehre pe wo unsaid guilt.peeche se halki si chappal ki awaaz aati hai.shanu aati hai, ek shawl apne kandhe pe liye hue.chup-chaap arjun ke paas aa kar usi railing pe thoda door khadi ho jaati hai.

shanu (soft tone me, hawa me bolti jaise):
"tumhare andar ka volcano kab phatega arjun?"

arjun (bina uski taraf dekhe):
"pata nahi.
shayad us din jab yeh sab kuch wapas kar paun… jo maine khoya nahi, bas sambhala nahi."

[b][b]thoda pause ke baad vo uske paas aati hai.
[/b][/b]
shanu (gently):
"mujhe pata hai tu confuse hai.
gussa bhi hai, aur thoda toot bhi gaya hai.
par mujhe pura bharosa hai tujh pe."

arjun ke aankhon me ek halki si chamak aati hai, jaise koi halka sa bhar nikal gaya ho.
wo ab shanu ki taraf dekhta hai, first time properly.

arjun (narmi se):
"aur ammu pe?"

shanu (smile ke saath):
"amm... aur ammu pe toh bina shabd ke bharosa hai.
wo kuch bhi decide kare, kisi wajah se kare,
main jaanti hoon ki uska dil jahan hai… tu wahan se door nahi."

arjun bas use dekhta hai, aankhen bhar aayi hoti hain lekin wo ro nahi raha.
bas wo weight, jo dil pe tha, halka ho gaya hai.

fir wo dheere se shanu ke paas jaata hai —
ek protective side hug deta hai.
apni behen ko apne paas khinch leta hai.

arjun (dheere se, almost whisper):
"tu na hoti to main kab ka gir gaya hota."

shanu (mild laugh):
"to tu gir jaata, main utha leti.
lekin ab zyada emo mat ho, kal kaam bhi hi

arjun uske head par ek soft, brotherly kiss karta hai.
shanu bhi uske kandhe se lag ke kuch second waisi hi rehti hai.

dono chup — lekin complete.



sky shot – chhat ke upar taaron bhara aasman.
[b]neeche do siblings, ek dusre ke sahare…[/b]

[Kuchnahi24]

Kahani ki audience hi uski jaan hoti,
Jab tak audience hai tab tak kahani chalti rehti hai isliye bahut bahut shukriya is kahani ka hissa banne ke liye 
Apka suggestion besh kimti hai is writer ke liye 
Ummeed rakhta hu ki aap pura faith rakhenge is kahani me or 
Yakeen dilata hu ki kahani apko disappoint nahi karegi last mein

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Upadte 24


Ammu or Asad ki upar jate dekh kar taz jo pehle se chill mode me tha,
ab sidha arjun ke kaan ke paas jhukta hai aur cheeky tone me kehta hai:
taz (teasing):
"dekh... teri maa hi teri dushman nikli bhai.
goli bhi chhati pe maar rahi hai aur keh rahi hai ‘beta relax kar’."

arjun ka expression ek dum tight ho jaata hai wo aankhon me shock + disbelief + thoda gussa mix expression leke madhu ko dekhta hai,
lekin kuch bolta nahi.

andar hi andar bas sochta hai:
arjun (internal monologue):
“yeh kya kar rahi ho mummy… tum toh samajho mujhe.

uska haath sherbet ka glass tightly pakadta hai.uski aankhon me wo silent plead dikhai deti hai lekin madhu ignore mode on.

madhu ammu ka dupatta theek karti hai, ek light push deti hai.asad polite smile ke saath pehle upar chadh jaata hai.ammu thoda rukti hai ek pal ke liye aankhon me uljhan.fir seedhi ho kar chhat ki taraf badh jaati hai.sab log casual banne ki acting karte hain neeche lekin sabke kaan udhar hi lage hote hain.camera ek baar arjun ke face pe close-up leta hai jahan aankhon ka colour thoda intense ho gaya hai.
chehre pe calm, lekin andar se storm ready.

husna, madhu, pratap, azhar… sab casually hansi-mazaak kar rahe hote hain.
corner me arjun aur taz sofa ke ek side bethe hote hain, dono ke haath me chai.
taz idhar-udhar dekhta hai ki koi sun toh nahi raha…
phir thoda lean hokar arjun ke kaan ke paas dheere se bolta hai:
taz (whispering, mischievous):
“sun... tujhe jaanna hai na upar kya chal raha hai?”
ek chhat hai — mere dost imtiyaz ki… zaheer ke ghar ke bilkul saamne wali.
aur voh khud kaafi open-minded hai.. matlab uski chhat bhi.

arjun kuch nahi bolta ek second ke liye bas taz ko dekhta hai,
fir aankhon me ‘okay tu pagal hai, lekin chal’ wali vibe la ke head nod karta hai.

cut to: pados wali chhat – 11:43 AM
dono chhat par aa jaate hain, ek choti si diwar jahan se azhar ke ghar ki chhat clearly dikh rahi hoti hai.
dono neeche baith jaate hain, chhat ki thand aur seelan wali hawa.
samanne ammu aur asad bench pe baith ke baat kar rahe hote hain.
asad ke words sune jaa sakte hain:

asad (soft tone):
main toh bas itna jaanna chahta hoon…
ki aapko rishton mein sabse zyada kya chahiye hota hai?

arjun & taz – wall ke peeche
taz (sarcastic tone):
haan, aur niche footnote bhi likhwa le — ‘terms & conditions apply’.

arjun (under his breath, dryly):
isko lagta hai yeh shaadi nahi, UPSC interview de raha hai.

asad (wahi se sunai deta hai):
aapko kaun si cheezein trigger karti hain?
main samajhna chahta hoon… so I don’t repeat them.

taz (ammu ki nakal karte huye)
Tere jaise lallu laal 

arjun (irritated):
yeh ammu ka rishta lene aaya hai ya uska trauma healer ban ke

asad fir poochhta hai (door se sunai deta hai)
kya aap kabhi kisi se emotionally attached rahi hain?

arjun ka face tighten ho jaata hai.
uski aankhen full focused ho jaati hain ammu pe.
dil me kuch chubhta hai, lekin tone still sarcastic:
arjun:
puchh lo bhai,
aage bol aapne kabhi kisi se aankh milayi thi jo terrace se chala gaya tha?

taz (mock drama mode):
aur jab usne back dikhayi thi, to kya thoda dil bhi gir gaya tha?

(pause)
fir dono ek dusre ko dekh ke thoda hanste hain lekin arjun ki hansi me thoda dard mix hota hai,aur taz uska face dekh ke ek second ke liye serious ho jaata hai.

asad:
kabhi kisi ne aapka dil toda ho…
toh kya uske baad aap dobara kisi par bharosa kar paayi hain?

cut to: taz & arjun – deewar ke peeche
taz (dramatic sigh ke saath):
arre bhai... pehle toh dil ki MRI kara le…yeh banda love story nahi, heartbreak ka case study bana raha hai

arjun (bitter smile):
main hota na… toh bolta —‘nahi bhaiya, ab toh main sirf delivery boy pe bharosa karti hoon…

asad ka next question (slightly deeper):
agar kisi ne aapko us waqt chhod diya jab aapko uski sabse zyada zarurat thi…toh aap kya karengi agar wo wapas aana chahe?"

taz (mooh bana kar):

"simple hai… cha muda 

Or taz or arjun hanste hain .... 

asad:
"agar aap kisi ko ek letter likh sakti…
toh kis topic par hota? aur kya kehti us letter me?"

taz (control me nahi):
"topic: ‘tere jaise ka kya karein?’
aur andar likha hota — ‘return to sender’.
arjun bas mooh chhupake halke se hansa, lekin aankhon me phir bhi thoda pain.
uski aankhen ammu ke expressions pe fix hoti hain

ammu kuch der sochti hai… then softly bolti hai:
ammu (far se sunai deta hai):
"shayad… main likhti
‘mujhe maaf karna… par main ab waisi nahi rahi.’"

ek second ke liye dono chup ho jaate hain.
fir taz thoda halki tone me kehta hai:

taz (zara softly):
"aur bhai… tujhe kya lagta hai… yeh line tere liye thi?"

taz fir ek final line bolta hai – cheeky but poison-coated:
taz:
"bhai, iski baatein sun ke lag raha hai…
yeh ladka ghazal nahi, mausam hai…
aata bhi dheere se hai… aur tabahi bhi calmly machata hai."

arjun (confidently):
"aur main… baarish hoon taz.
jiska sabko intezaar hota hai,
par jab aata hoon toh sab bheeg jaate hain…
aur phir chhat dhundhte hain."

asad ammu ki taraf thoda hopeful nazar se dekhta hai.
ammu chhup hoti hai, uski aankhen aasman se thoda neeche…
wo bas khud me ghuli hoti hai — conversation ne usse andar tak chhed diya hota hai.
tabhi… chhat ke darwaze se ek familiar voice sunayi deti hai:

shanu (friendly tone, halki hansi ke saath):
“madam… ho gayi aapki deep baatein? ya abhi aur layers kholni baaki hain?”
ammu palat ke dekhti hai — shanu waha khadi hai, aankhon me thoda curiosity, thoda teasing.
asad turant seedha ho jaata hai, halki smile ke saath bas sir hila deta hai.

shanu (asad ki taraf dekhte hue):
“accha laga aapse milke… aapki poetry ke baad abhi tak sab bechain the,
ab lagta hai… aapki baaton ne unhe shaant kar diya hoga.”

asad bas ek calm nod deta hai — polite, controlled.
shanu uske expression ko read karne ki koshish karti hai, lekin kuch keh nahi paati.

fir wo ammu ke shoulder ko halka sa chhoo ke kehti hai:
shanu:
“chalo… neeche sab wait kar rahe hain.”
ammu ek baar asad ki taraf dekhti hai — na smile, na disappointment —
bas ek silent acknowledgement.
fir wo shanu ke sath chhat ke stairs ki taraf badhti hai.

Asad ke niche ki taraf walk karte huye Taz ek aakhiri banter jor se uchhal kar marta hai,
Taz:
Abe dallleee, jhootallleeee yaha se nikalllleeee

Or fir arjun or Taz dono daud kar imtiyaz ki chhat se utar kar wapas azhar ke ghar aa Jate hai

ammu aur shanu neeche aate hain… sabki nazar unpe thodi der ko jaati hai,
fir casual hansi-mazaak chalu ho jaata hai.
camera ammu ke chehre pe zoom karta hai —
expression soft hai, par andar ka storm ab bhi chal raha hota hai.
tabhi — dusre darwaze se quietly arjun aur taz bhi entry lete hain.
taz apni scarf ko tight karta hai, arjun baal thoda sa sudharta hai jaise kuch hua hi nahi.
dono bina kisi se aankh milaye seedha ek corner me jaake baith jaate hain.

sab log thoda-thoda casual ho chuke hain,baaton ka volume normal hai, lekin andar hi andar sab yeh samajhne ki koshish kar rahe hain —
ammu ka expression kya keh raha hai?
ammu ek side quietly baithi hoti hai — aankhon me ek soch.
uske paas shanu aake silently baith jaati hai.
ek second dono ke beech silence…

fir shanu, halka sa jhuk ke, dheere se puchti hai:
shanu (low whisper, aankhon me direct curiosity):
“upar kya baat hui thi ammu...?
sab normal tha na? ya… kuch zyada?”

ammu bas ek halki smile deti hai — lekin wo smile me bhi ek thakan chhupi hoti hai.

ammu (low voice):
“pucha usne ki bhool paayi ho kya…
aur maine… kuch nahi kaha.”

shanu halki si breath in karti hai, kuch seconds tak chup rahti hai.
fir apna haath ammu ke haath pe rakh ke softly bolti hai:
shanu:
“tum bolti nahi ho…
isliye sab samajh lete hain.”
ammu uski taraf dekhti hai — ek pal ke liye aankhon me pani tha,
lekin turant usne nazar chura li.

cut to: kitchen doorway – madhu ka clear voice
madhu (thoda loud, sabki taraf dekhte hue):
“bas ab sab log baith jao… khana laga diya hai.
baatein toh ab zindagi bhar chalti rahengi,
lekin biryani garam hai — pehle yeh sambhaal lo!”

husna bhi smile kar ke kehti hai:

“haan haan, pehle khana… baaki mohabbat baad me!”

dining area me sab plates le kar lag jaate hain —
aur kahin ek corner me arjun abhi bhi blank expression me glass me paani ghoomata hai.
uski aankhen ek pal ko ammu tak jati hain,
fir wo thoda aur peechhe khisak jaata hai.

dining area do hisso me divide hai.
ek taraf gents — pratap, azhar, asad, taz, kuch aur elders.
doosri taraf ladies — husna, madhu, naushin, sarfaraz, aur beech me baithi ammu.
shanu aur asma plate leke idhar udhar ghoom rahi hoti hain,
gentlemen ko rotiyan, salad, biryani serve karte hue.

naushin, ammu ke baju me baithi hoti hai.
uski nazar ammu ke haathon par padti hai — simple mehndi,
aur ek hath me pehni hui chhoti si red bangle.
naushin (sweet tone me):
“arre wah Amreen
yeh bangles toh badi pyaari lag rahi hain…
kya kisi khaas ne di?”

ammu thoda confuse si smile deti hai,
husna seedha seedha bolti hai (thoda taunting me):
“ab khaas nahi toh kaun dega…
rishta lekar aaye hain toh kuch toh khaas hoga hi.”

madhu quickly tone change karti hai, smile me:
“haye haan haan, waise bhi ammu pe toh har rang suit karta hai…
par yeh laal... kuch zyada hi.”

sarfaraz (cute si muskaan ke saath, husna ke baju me baithi):
“ammu ka smile hi sabse pretty accessory hai.”
ammu awkward si smile kar deti hai,
uski nazar neeche chali jaati hai,
aur ek pal ko uska chehra blank ho jaata hai


cut to: gents corner
azhar thoda biryani ka mors chewb karte hue zaheer ki taraf dekhta hai.
phir casual tone me bolta hai:
azhar:
“arre… sab log toh lag gaye hain plate pe…
ja zara arjun ko bula la… kya jaane kidhar chhupa baitha hai.”
zaheer ke haathon ka motion rukta hai.
ek second ke liye wo apne baap ki taraf dekhta hai,
aankhon me halki jhalak — kyun mujhe?
lekin kuch kehta nahi.
bas haan mein sir hilata hai, lekin uske expressions sikud jaate hain.

cut to: arjun – ek kone me khamoshi se glass me paani ghoomata hua
zaheer waha aata hai.
koi “please” ya “bhai” wala tone nahi.
bilkul straight, cold, almost dismissive.
zaheer:
“khana lag gaya hai. aa ja.”

arjun uski taraf dekhta hai directly.
ek second tak dono aankhon me aankhon daalte hain.
ek sooraj ek chattan ko ghoor raha hota hai.
na shabd badalte hain, na bhaav.
sirf ek awkward, silent clash.
fir arjun bina kuch kahe uthta hai.
aur seedha dining side chalta hai, taz ke paas baith jaata hai.

taz thali me raita daal raha hota hai — arjun ke baithte hi line maar deta hai:
taz (andar se enjoy karta hua):
“lo bhai… toh sher bhi shikaar pe aa gaya.
kya raita faila hai... kya pulao paka hai...
aur kya zaheer ki aankhon me mirchi daali hai!”

camera do alag zones me jata hai —
ammu ladies ke beech me muskara rahi hai, lekin aankhen bhari hain.
arjun gents ke side baitha hai, lekin plate me biryani ki jagah soch chaba raha hai.

camera focus karta hai asad par —
ek haath se dupatta jaisa napkin apne gale me baandh chuka hai,
doosre haath me spoon leke aise baitha hai jaise shaadi ke buffet me nahi,
'mughal-e-azam' ki daawat me hissa le raha ho.
asad apne saamne ki plate me ekdum saaf symmetry me chizein set karta hai —
biryani, raita, salad, pickle — sab ko ek aesthetic pattern me sajata hai,

cut to: corner – arjun & taz, dono kneel posture me thoda chipke hue
taz (whispering, aankhon me chamak):
“bhai... Pahle baar dekh raha hu ki tinda khud sabji kha raha hai

arjun (holding laughter):
“arre… yeh plate hai ya mandala art ban raha hai?
mirchi ka ek kona bhi hil gaya toh shakun bigad jayega!”

asad ek dum slow motion me raita ka ek chammach uthaata hai,
aur usse dekhta hai jaise usme uska reflection dikh gaya ho —
phir us chammach ko biryani ke upar rakhta hai,
jaise chef’s kiss moment ho.

taz:
“dekha? raita nahi daala… biryani ko raita ka dupatta odha diya!
banda shaadi nahi kar raha…
biryani ki bidaai kar raha hai!”

ek second ke liye asad ke gale me kuch atak jata hai —
wo paani ke liye hilta hai, lekin ekdum style me,
aur turant glass utha ke aise chhota sa toast karta hai sabzi ke saamne…
phir sip.

arjun:
“bhai iska gala atka nahi…
yeh drama ka next act tha!”
Actor saala 

asad ab ek gulab jamun ko spoon se tod raha hota hai,
aise jaise koi priceless sculpture toot raha ho…
aur taz & arjun — corner me haath se mooh dabaaye hassi chhupa rahe hote hain.


azhar ka ghar – drawing room – 6:15 PM – evening light filtering in
ladke wale ab uthne hi waale hote hain.
asad ke papa saeed sayed apne shirt ko theek karte hue bolte hain:
Saeed:
“toh hum chalte hain...
aap sab ache log hain, mahmaan-nawazi ka shukriya.
aap sab ache se baith kar faisla kar lijiye…
hum intezaar karenge phone ka.”
husna, naushin, sarfaraz sab log uth kar unka saath dete hain.
sab log ab entry wale gate ki taraf badhne lagte hain.
madhu plates le rahi hoti hai, shanu aankhon se ammu ko dekh rahi hoti hai.

aur ammu… ek jagah frozen si, bas khadi hoti hai.
phir ammu halki si thap thap ke saath aage badhti hai aur sabke saamne khud ko hold kar ke bolti hai, lekin awaaz theek-thaak bold hoti hai:
ammu (firm tone, saaf aankhon se):
“main...
main chahti hoon ki meri zindagi ka faisla sirf ek mil baithak se na ho.”
sab log ruk jaate hain.

aisa lagta hai jaise kisi ne remote se pause button daba diya ho.
arjun ka chehra pehli baar ek dum se blank ho jaata hai.
taz ki spoon hawa me hi atki hoti hai.
azhar seedha ammu ko dekhta hai.

ammu (phir soft, lekin clear):
“main baba se yeh kehna chahti hoon…
ki main chahti hoon hum thoda aur samay lein.
thoda aur samajh lein ek doosre ko.
abhi... main tayyar nahi hoon.”
uski aankhon me koi ghabrahat nahi
lekin uski nazar sidha azhar pe.
aur... arjun ki aankhon me dard  lekin wo bas dekhta reh jaata hai, kuch kehta nahi.

phir husna aage badhti hai — aur ek second me scene ka mood thoda sambhaal leti hai:
husna (cheerfully):
“haaye, sahi to keh rahi hai meri bachi.
main toh waise bhi kehne wali thi — abhi waqt hai, samajhne ka haq hai dono ko.
waise bhi asad beta do din baad jaipur phir aayega…

phir husna aankhon me chamak laake bolti hai:
“friday ko yeh aayega or saturday-sunday ka toh poora waqt hoga na,ammu aur asad ek do chhoti meeting kar lenge... samajh jaayenge ek doosre ko aur.”

asad ke abba agree karte hain.
lekin azhar turant apni kursi se hilte hain aur bolte hain —
azhar:
“nahi nahi... hotel me kyun?
yeh ladka apna hi hai.
humare yahin rukega zaheer ke kamre me.
bacha hai ghar ka, yahi rahe.”

zaheer ek second ke liye asad ko dekhta hai, phir aankhen phir leta hai.
uski aankhon me clearly sab kuch likha hota hai — ‘mazaak ho raha hai kya?’
shanu chhupke se ammu ke paas aake khadi ho jaati hai,
aur arjun… woh slowly pichhe chala jaata hai,
dining table ke corner tak.
uska chehra… almost poker face.
lekin aankhon me wo ek halki si dard ki lehar chhupaye baitha hai.

cut to: taz (slowly arjun ke paas aake whisper karta hai):
“bhai… ab to banda room tak bhi shift ho gaya.
apni mohabbat check-in kar gayi…
aur hum waiter bane khaali plate leke ghoom rahe hain.”
arjun bas ek faint smirk deta hai — lekin aankhon me us waqt ek baar bhi ammu ka chehra nahi chhuta.

[b]azhar ka ghar – shaam 6:45 PM ke baad
[/b]
mehmaan ja chuke hain.
gate band ho chuka hai.
drawing room ka halke rangon ka sajawat ab thoda thaka thaka lag raha hai.
azhar, zaheer, asma sab apne rooms me jaa chuke hain.
madhu aur pratap ne pehle hi azhar se ijazat le li thi aur ghar nikal chuke hain.
shanu bhi ammu se keh chuki hai ki “main bas change karke aayi”.


dining space – light dim, mahaul halka-sa silent
ab sirf do log bache hain...
ammu ek plate uthakar sink ki taraf le ja rahi hoti hai.
arjun ek kone me khada, thoda sa restlessness ke saath,
jaise kuch kehne ka chance dhoond raha ho.
lekin kuch bhi kehne ki himmat nahi ho rahi.

ammu arjun ki taraf dekhe bina apne room ke direction me chal padti hai.
uske steps halki hote hain lekin uski spine seedhi 
koi bhi attention ya tasalli lene ka iraada nahi hota usme.
uske chehre par ek neutral layer hai… na naraz, na soft.

arjun uski taraf dekhta hai… kuch seconds tak.
lekin ammu, bina ek baar bhi nazar uthaaye,
apne kamre me chali jaati hai.
kamra bandh hota hai – arjun blink bhi nahi karta.
wo ab bhi wahi khada hota hai.

arjun ghar laut raha hota hai – gali se nikalte hue
uske kadam dheere hain.
har pair uthta hai jaise usme wazan ho.uski aankhon me wo sawaal hai jo usne kisi se poocha nahi…
aur jawab hai jo usse kisi ne diya nahi



pratap ka ghar – entry

arjun darwaza kholta hai, andar aata hai…
ghar khamosh hota hai.
na madhu, na pratap.
sab apne rooms me hain.
wo sirf entry area me khada hota hai.
ek pal ke liye andar ke direction me dekhta hai…
phir bina kuch bole, sidha apne kamre me chala jaata hai.


pratap ka ghar – arjun ka room – raat ke 9:20 baje

ghar ke har kone me khamoshi hai.
madhu apne room me light off kar chuki hoti hai. pratap ka bhi door band.

arjun ka kamra… thoda andhera, bas ek corner lamp on hai —
warm yellow light me arjun ka chehra adha roshan, adha chhaya me dooba hua.

arjun apni kursi pe baitha hota hai, pair ek taraf se latka ke…
uske haath me ek purani matchbox, jise wo ghumata jaa raha hota hai.
uska phone bed pe pada hota hai, screen lock par ammu ka naam abhi bhi last message me blink kar raha hota hai

voiceover style – arjun ke andar ke sawaal – dhimi awaaz me

arjun (andar hi andar):

"main hi to tha... jo har waqt uske saath tha.
uske hasne ke wajah, uske chhup rehne ka sabab bhi main hi to tha."

(wo matchbox band karta hai. apne kandhe se jhukta hai)

phir jab wo thodi si badli, thodi si samajhdar hui...
to main usse door kyu ho gaya?"

(thoda pause. uski aankhon me guilt clearly dikh raha hota hai)

kyu mujhe laga ki usne kuch badal diya hai?
ya shayad... main hi woh sab dekh nahi paaya jo uske andar chal raha tha."

"main sirf khud pe busy tha… uski khamoshi pe nahi."

arjun kursi se uthta hai —
kamar theek karta hai, jaise koi weight ho jo ab seene pe chadh gaya ho.
phir woh chhatt ki taraf chala jaata hai…



cut to: pratap ke ghar ki chhatt – raat 9:30 PM

Arjun ek gray gym waist or black joggers me hota hai,uske gale me abhi bhi ek religious locket latak raha hota hai jo dikhai de raha hai,uske baal aaj thode rukhe lag rahe hai shayd usne aaj comb nahi kiya ya fir use mouka hi na mila ho.
raat thodi thandi hai. aasman me taaron ka jhukav.
neeche se mohalle ke kuch dim lights dikh rahi hoti hain.
ek kachchi si hawa chalti hai.
arjun chhatt ke konne tak jaata hai, haath railing pe rakhta hai.
door ammu ke ghar ki chhat dikhti hai — andhera, lekin usi andhere me wo uski tasveer dhoond raha hota hai.

arjun (andar se, slow thought):

"aaj agar main usse us waqt ek baar roka hota...
to kya wo pal aisa hi guzarta?"

"kyu main sirf tamasha dekhta raha jab wo kisi aur ke saath baith kar apne faisle kar rahi thi?"

"uski aankhon me jitna sa bharosa tha...
kya wo main tha? ya ab nahi hoon?"


[b]uska gala thoda bhari ho jaata hai. aankhon me ek halka sa moisture.
wo kuch der khamoshi me waha khada rehta hai — bina kisi reaction ke.
sirf… regret. pura, gehra regret.[/b]

phir dheere se uske phone ki screen light jalti hai.
ek naya message nahi — sirf wo last message, jo ammu ne bheja tha:
"arjun, mujhe tumse kuch zaruri baat karni hai. jaldi ghar aa jao."

arjun us message ko dekhta rehta hai…
aur finally uska angutha lock button dabata hai. screen black.

last line (andar hi andar):

"shayad main us waqt wapas laut sakta tha…
lekin ab waqt mujhe wapas laut kar dega ya nahi… pata nahi.


azhar ka ghar – night, 9:50 PM

andar ki lights ab soft ho chuki hain.
sab dinner ke baad apne-apne rooms me relax mode me ja chuke hain.
azhar so raha hota hai, madhu aur pratap apne ghar wapas ja chuke hain.

zaheer drawing room ke ek konne me sofa par baitha hota hai —
ek book khuli hoti hai uske haath me, lekin aankhen us par tikki nahi hoti.
uska dimaag abhi bhi pure din ke mahool me uljha hua hota hai.
tabhi peechhe se ammu aati hai —
uske haath me ek thali hoti hai jisme doodh aur thoda sa leftover mithai hoti hai.
lekin expression pe ek controlled smile… us waali jo sirf apne close insaan ke liye lagayi jaati hai.

ammu (softly, casual tone me):
"abhi tak padhaayi ho rahi hai ya book se aankh-micholi?"

zaheer book band karta hai, ek thakaa-thakaa smile deta hai:
"padhaayi kaha… bas dimaag ka load kam karne ki acting chal rahi hai."

ammu uske paas sofa ke arm pe baith jaati hai, uski taraf doodh ki thali badha ke:
"le bhai, acting se pehle real energy le le."

zaheer thoda protest karta hai:
"abey tu bhi na, raat ke iss time doodh pila rahi hai... jaise exam dene jaa raha hoon."

ammu (laugh ke saath):
"exam hi to tha... pura din!"

thoda pause. dono ke beech halka silence aata hai, lekin wo uncomfortable nahi hota.
usme ek mutual understanding hoti hai.

zaheer uski taraf dekhta hai, thoda hesitant:
"tu theek hai na?"

ammu ek pal ke liye uski aankhon me dekhti hai —
phir wo smile karti hai, lekin us smile me wo khud ka dil chhupa leti hai

ammu (halke andaaz me):
"main to full set hoon...
ab soch rahi hoon ki do din me Asad ke saath Jaipur me Hawa Mahal ghoom aaun."

(aankh maar ke)
"aur waise bhi... unki shayari to sun ke lagta hai, hawa bhi unki baaton pe udti hogi."

zaheer hansi chhupa nahi paata:
"abe chhoti... tujhe lagta hai main teri nautanki samajhta nahi?"

ammu shoulders ucha deti hai, jese kehna ho — 'mujhe kya!'

phir ek pal ke liye dono chup ho jaate hain.
zaheer ammu ke haath se thali leke ek sip doodh ka leta hai.
uski aankhon me abhi bhi doubt hai, lekin wo uske mood ko respect karta hai.

zaheer (softly):
"acha kiya tune…
sab ke samne thoda waqt maang ke.
jo bhi faisla le, sirf apne liye lena.
baba ke liye nahi, mere liye nahi… kisi ke liye nahi.
sirf khud ke liye."

ammu (halke se, aankhen uske chehre pe):
"tere jaise bhai ke hote kisi ladki ko superwoman banne ki zarurat hi nahi."

zaheer uske head pe thoda gentle sa tap deta hai, pyaar se.


pratap ka ghar – chhat – raat 11:45 PM

arjun railing ke paas khada hota hai
ek haath se railing pakde hue, dusre haath me phone jise wo lagataar unlock karke blank screen dekh raha hota hai.
aankhon ke neeche thoda thakaan, aur chehre pe wo unsaid guilt.peeche se halki si chappal ki awaaz aati hai.shanu aati hai, ek shawl apne kandhe pe liye hue.chup-chaap arjun ke paas aa kar usi railing pe thoda door khadi ho jaati hai.

shanu (soft tone me, hawa me bolti jaise):
"tumhare andar ka volcano kab phatega arjun?"

arjun (bina uski taraf dekhe):
"pata nahi.
shayad us din jab yeh sab kuch wapas kar paun… jo maine khoya nahi, bas sambhala nahi."

[b][b]thoda pause ke baad vo uske paas aati hai.
[/b][/b]
shanu (gently):
"mujhe pata hai tu confuse hai.
gussa bhi hai, aur thoda toot bhi gaya hai.
par mujhe pura bharosa hai tujh pe."

arjun ke aankhon me ek halki si chamak aati hai, jaise koi halka sa bhar nikal gaya ho.
wo ab shanu ki taraf dekhta hai, first time properly.

arjun (narmi se):
"aur ammu pe?"

shanu (smile ke saath):
"amm... aur ammu pe toh bina shabd ke bharosa hai.
wo kuch bhi decide kare, kisi wajah se kare,
main jaanti hoon ki uska dil jahan hai… tu wahan se door nahi."

arjun bas use dekhta hai, aankhen bhar aayi hoti hain lekin wo ro nahi raha.
bas wo weight, jo dil pe tha, halka ho gaya hai.

fir wo dheere se shanu ke paas jaata hai —
ek protective side hug deta hai.
apni behen ko apne paas khinch leta hai.

arjun (dheere se, almost whisper):
"tu na hoti to main kab ka gir gaya hota."

shanu (mild laugh):
"to tu gir jaata, main utha leti.
lekin ab zyada emo mat ho, kal kaam bhi hi

arjun uske head par ek soft, brotherly kiss karta hai.
shanu bhi uske kandhe se lag ke kuch second waisi hi rehti hai.

dono chup — lekin complete.



sky shot – chhat ke upar taaron bhara aasman.
[b]neeche do siblings, ek dusre ke sahare…[/b]

[Anum sheikh]

Nice update, let's see what happens next

[Greenwood]

Update 25

next day – college campus – 10:45 am

bright sunny day.

college ki lawns pe chhatar-patar chal rahi hoti hai.canteen ke aage line lagi hai.

corridors mein student groups, assignments aur chai ke cup ke saath busy.

magar ek kone mein… arjun apna personal mission le kar ammu ke peeche peeche ghoom raha hota hai.

location 1: canteen ke bahar

ammu apne ek friend ke saath juice le rahi hoti hai.

tabhi peechhe se ek awaz —

arjun (fake cough maar ke):

“someone call a doctor… lagta hai kisi ne meri heartbeat chura li hai… aur uska dupatta abhi bhi haath me hai.”

ammu side glance bhi nahi deti.

juice le kar chal padti hai.

arjun peeche peeche.

arjun (apni acting me):

“tumhare is attitude se mujhe dhokha nahi mila,

tumne direct hospitalisation de diya mujhe.”

ammu apne friend se baat me busy ho jaati hai.

arjun apne baal messy karta hai, apne jhatke se.

location 2: library ke bahar corridor

ammu apni kitab le kar library se bahar nikalti hai.

tabhi saamne arjun ek bench pe dramatic pose me baitha hota hai —

haath me ek chitthi, jise wo fake tears ke saath pad raha hota hai.

arjun (dramatic tone):

“meri priya ammu… tumne mere dil ke 32 pieces kar diye…

…ab main kisi aur ko nahi de sakta, mera heart ab paperback edition ban chuka hai!”

ammu uske paas se jaati hai bina kuch bole.

arjun uske peeche peeche chhoti chhoti steps me chalta hai jaise catwalk.

arjun (whisper):

“maine tujhe us din ignore kiya... par ab tu mujhe puri tarah delete kar rahi hai kya? atleast recycle bin me daal de…”

ammu aankh tak nahi uthati.

arjun uske steps ke saath synchronize karke chalta hai.

location 3: notice board ke paas

ammu notice board dekh rahi hoti hai.

arjun ekdum close aa jaata hai, kaan ke paas bolta hai —

arjun (soft tone):

“sorry... genuinely. tu chahe to thappad maar le… par aankhon se na maar. ye zyada lagta hai.”

ammu finally uski taraf dekhti hai — ek tight glare ke saath —

aur bina kuch bole notice padh kar wapas palat jaati hai.

arjun uske jaate hi murmur karta hai:

“ufff yeh nazar...

ek taraf Asad ke sher, ek taraf madam ke laser.”

location 4: back garden – lunch break

ammu ek bench par baithi hoti hai, diary me kuch likh rahi hoti hai.

arjun piche se chhup kar aata hai, ek  pen stand le kar.usse ammu ke saamne rakh deta hai.

ammu dekhti bhi nahi.

Pen stand table se uthati hai or fenk deti hai, arjun ki aankh se touch ho kar wo nikalta hai

arjun ki aankh me dard

arjun last try me bench ke saamne zameen pe baith jaata hai —

pura sad puppy look le kar.

arjun (hands folded, ek dum filmy):

“dekh, apology ke 5 stage hote hain...

main 4 me hoon — negotiation.

tu maafi de de, warna main depression me chala jaunga,

fir Asad ko follow karke main bhi couplet likhne lagunga.”

ammu bas uthti hai, bag uthati hai, aur jaane lagti hai.

arjun peeche se cheekhta hai —

arjun:

“bas ek line! mujhe ‘bhaad mein ja’ bhi bol degi to lagega kuch bola to sahi!”

arjun ussi ko dekh ke bolta hai —

arjun (whisper):

lagta hai gussa tez hai kasaian ka, hoga bhi kyu na, meri Ammu hai.

college corridor – around 1:15 pm

lunch break ka time hota hai.

corridor me rush kam ho gaya hai, lekin abhi bhi groups idhar-udhar chill kar rahe hain.ammu ek side se apne notes ke saath quietly walk kar rahi hoti hai.tabhi arjun samne aa jata hai, aur dono ke beech ek aur awkward sa face-off hota hai.

arjun (narmi se, ek halki smile ke saath):

"ammu… ek minute? bas ek."

ammu rukti nahi, bas side se nikal jaati hai.

arjun uske saath walk karte hue chal padta hai.

arjun (thoda lightly):

"dekho, maafi ke 43 versions de chuka hoon.

romantic, tragic, funny... ab kyacollege corridor – around 1:15 pm

lunch break ka time hota hai.

corridor me rush kam ho gaya hai, lekin abhi bhi groups idhar-udhar chill kar rahe hain.ammu ek side se apne notes ke saath quietly walk kar rahi hoti hai.

tabhi arjun samne aa jata hai, aur dono ke beech ek aur awkward sa face-off hota hai.

arjun (narmi se, ek halki smile ke saath):

"ammu… ek minute? bas ek."

ammu rukti nahi, bas side se nikal jaati hai.

arjun uske saath walk karte hue chal padta hai.

arjun (thoda lightly):

"dekho, maafi ke 43 versions de chuka hoon.

romantic, tragic, funny... ab kya left hai?

bolo to shayari bhi try kar lun?"

left hai?..

ammu (stop karke, finally ghur ke):

"tum mazak samajh rahe ho arjun?"

arjun (thoda surprise me, serious):

"nahi, ammu… main serious hi toh hoon… isiliye—"

ammu (cut karte hue, ek dam emotional burst ke saath):

"tum serious kab the arjun?

jab mere baba hospital me admit the?

jab hum sab pareshan the, jab ghar ka mahaul bikhar gaya tha…

tum kahaan the? mujhe dhoondhne ke bajaye… kaha they tum... Na phone laga, na kuch or... 20 miscall bahut hote hai arjun

arjun ka chehra freeze ho jata hai.

ammu ki aankhon me aansuon ki nami hoti hai, lekin wo roti nahi.

sirf apna dard nikal kar aankhen chhupa leti hai.

aur tabhi... peechhe se ek confident, thoda bubbly aawaz:

nikhat (distance se, energy ke saath):

"hey arjun!"

ammu palat ke dekhti hai, phir arjun ko…

uski aankhon me thoda disappointment, thoda disgust.

ammu (dry laugh ke saath, bitter tone):

"jao yaar arjun… just leave my way."

wo uske bag se thoda dhakka deti hai aur nikal jaati hai corridor se.

[b]arjun bas wahi khada reh jata hai.[/b]

[b]uska chehra bilkul blank ho jaata hai.[/b]

voice-over ki tarah bas ek thought

flash karta hai — ‘main itna late kyun ho gaya?’

nikhat paas aati hai, thoda confuse expression ke saath:

"what happened?

aur kal tu college kyun nahi aaya?

i’ve been waiting for you... samajh nahi aaya tujhe kya ho gaya hai."

arjun (forced smile ke saath, aankhen ammu ke jaane wale raste pe):

"woh… ghar me thoda emergency tha.

phone bhi dead ho gaya tha, kuch samajh nahi aaya."

nikhat uska haath khinchti hai:

"chalo, canteen chalte hain.

Mujh par abhi udhar baki hai tumhara

arjun resist karta hai, uski aankh ab bhi uss raaste pe jahan ammu gayi thi.

ek moment ke liye uska pair rukta hai… lekin nikhat ka haath uska direction turn karwa deta hai.

wo uske saath canteen ki taraf chala jaata hai — lekin dil peeche reh jaata hai.

college campus – library ke peeche wala peaceful corner – shaam ke 4 baje

halki halki dhoop, zameen par pedon ki chhaya, kuch students bench pe books leke baithe hain.

ek side bench par zaheer akela baitha hota hai, ek file le kar.

tabhi wahan se shanu guzarti hai, hath me ek bottle aur file hoti hai.

shanu usse dekh kar rukh jaati hai, thoda hesitant hoti hai pehle.

phir normal sa smile ke saath uske paas aakar bench ke kone pe baith jaati hai.

shanu (casually, jaise kisi aur topic se start kar rahi ho):

“kaise ho? uncle ka kya haal hai ab?”

zaheer (thoda surprise hota hai uska tone dekh ke, lekin soft voice me):

“kaafi better hai ab…

medicine work kar rahi hai.

lekin thoda emotionally weak ho gaye hain… overthink karne lage hain.”

shanu (nod karte hue):

“haan… tabhi toh itni jaldi sab fix karna chah rahe hain.”

zaheer uski taraf dekhta hai, fir aankhen phir se saamne.

thoda silence hota hai.

fir shanu phir se bolti hai — is baar halka sa pause le kar.

shanu (carefully):

Wese Ammu or Asad ki jodi hai to achi hai na

Zaheer bas ek glance deta hai

shanu (playfully):

“tumhe pasand aaya kya Asad ka style?

kaafi impress kar gaya sabko…”

zaheer uski taraf side glance deta hai.

phir sarcastic smile ke saath bolta hai —

zaheer (dry tone):

“shayari acchi thi... bas thoda zyada tha.

par haan… crowd impress ho gaya.

tum bhi?”

shanu (laugh softly):

“main? main toh bas observe kar rahi thi...

tumhare reactions zyada interesting the.”

zaheer uska chehra dekhta hai — wo serious nahi, bas casual teasing kar rahi hoti hai.

fir zaheer thoda lean hokar halki awaaz me kehta hai:

zaheer:

“tum sach me chah rahi ho ki Ammu Asad ko haan kare?”

shanu (thoda pause leti hai, fir softly):

“main sirf yeh jaanna chahti hoon…

tum kya chahte ho?”

ek dum se hawa me thoda thandak aa jaati hai jaise scene me bhi ek emotional chill ghus gaya ho.

zaheer kuch seconds chup rehta hai.

fir utne hi calm voice me kehta hai —

zaheer (slowly):

“main sirf yeh chahta hoon ki mere ghar me sab khush ho.

aur agar is rishte me abba ka sukoon hai… to main kuch nahi keh sakta.”

shanu uske face ko dekhti hai —

zaheer ki aankhen uske words se zyada bol rahi hoti hain.

ek layered silence hota hai.

shanu thoda lean hoke softly bolti hai —

shanu:

“aur tumhara sukoon?

wo kis equation me fit hota hai?”

zaheer ek chhoti si halki hansi deta hai, lekin wo hansi thodi heavy hoti hai.

[b]wo kuch nahi bolta.[/b]

[b]bas bottle ka cap khol kar paani peeta hai.[/b]

shanu uska silence notice karti hai…

shanu (thoda smile ke saath, softly):

“tum chhup reh jaate ho zaheer… lekin tumhare silence ka bhi meaning hota hai.

main sun leti hoon.”

zaheer uski taraf ek warm glance deta hai pehli baar aaj soft.kuch nahi bolta, sirf aankhon se shukriya jataata hai.

raat ka waqt – azhar ka kamra – ek purani table lamp ka naram sa peela ujala

barish band ho chuki hai. bahar ek thandi hawa chal rahi hai.

kamre mein ek purani kursi par azhar baitha hota hai aur bistar ke ek kone par ammu. dono ke beech mein ek purani chai ki pyali rakhi hoti hai — aadhi khali, thandi pad chuki hai.

azhar (thoda muskurate hue, purane lamhon mein kho kar):

“yaad hai tujhe… jab tu chhoti thi na, to ghar ke bahar mitti se kheli thi… aur main gussa ho gaya tha ki tere naye frock gande kar diye...”

ammu halki hansi mein sir jhuka leti hai, aankhon mein chamak hoti hai.

azhar (soft, jaise khud se baat kar raha ho):

“fir raat ko tujhe bukhaar chadh gaya tha...

main poori raat tere paas baitha raha.

teri maa ne kaha tha — 'tum sirf daant sakte ho, lekin jhel nahi sakte uski ek choti si takleef bhi.'

aur main bas chup raha…”

ammu thoda serious ho jaati hai. azhar ki aankhen ab zyada moist ho gayi hain.

azhar (aankhen dur deewar pe laga kar):

“pata hi nahi chala…

kab wo mitti mein khelti chhoti si ladki...

meri bachi... itni badi ho gayi ki kisi aur ke ghar jaane ko tayyar ho gayi…”

ammu ki aankhon se ek boond tapak jaati hai… lekin wo muskurane ki koshish karti hai, apne papa ka haath pakad leti hai.

ammu (dhimi awaaz mein):

“main ja rahi hoon… lekin is ghar se kabhi juda nahi ho rahi, abba.”

azhar (uske haath par apna haath rakhte hue, thoda hansi me lekin aankhon me aansu):

“kya tu wahan bhi subah mujhse jhagadti rahegi?

kyunki agar nahi… to mujhe neend kaise aayegi?”

ammu (aankhon me aansu, hansi ke saath):

“roz call karke jhagda karungi.

promise.”

azhar ek lamha chup ho jaata hai, fir halka sa uska hath ammu ke sar par tik jata hai. dono chup chaap baith jaate hain, kuch bole bina.

sannata nahi hota… ek emotional sukoon hota hai.

raat ke 11:45 – arjun ki chhat – udaasi ka ek lamha, thandi hawa, aur ek akela ladka jo chhat ki diwar par baitha hota hai

arjun hoodie pehne, knees ko fold karke apna sir unpe tikaye baitha hota hai. aankhon mein thoda lacharpan, thoda guilt. aasmaan mein taare hain, lekin uske chehre par sirf ek udaas sa noor.

suddenly, peeche se ek patak ki awaaz hoti hai — taz chhat par koodta hai!

arjun (chauk kar):

“abe oye! tu chhat se kood kyu aaya be? seedhi gali nahi milti tujhe?”

taz (comically pose leke):

“entry toh hero ki hi honi chahiye, bhai! aur scene bhi dard bhara hai…

main aaya hoon apne dukhi dost ki jindagi me nasha ban kar.”

arjun (annoyed):

“chal nikal yahan se… mujhe akela chhod.”

taz (drama mein):

“mujhe bhagaa raha hai? mujhe?

jo tujhe 'ammul' ke dard se ubarne laaya hai…

woh bhi desi treat ke saath!”

(dramatic pause – taz apne jacket ke andar se beer ki bottle nikaalta hai aur hero shot mein arjun ke saamne karta hai)

arjun (chhonk kar):

“abe abe abe chhupa isse... koi dekh lega!”

taz (wink karke):

“mere sher... tere dard ki yahi dawa hai!

jab yeh bottle andar jaayegi…

toh ammu ki yaadein dhoondhti rah jaayengi, samjha?!”

Arjun use ek look deta hai fir bottle ko dekhta hai or fir taz ko ek look deta hai...

scene cut to: kuch der baad — dono ek kone mein baithe hue hain — bottle aadhi ho chuki hai — hawa thodi aur thandi ho chuki hai

taz (full drunk comedy mode):

“sun... asad ka to shayar banna hi tha... kyunki uski mummy ne usse bachpan se hi ‘beta har lafz mehsoos karo’ bol bol ke confuse kar diya tha...”

(mimicking husna in a girlish tone)

“‘asad beta… ghazal ke beech me rajma chawal rakh do to bhi usme shayari dikhni chahiye…’”

arjun hansi chhupate chhupate beer gira deta hai.

taz (ab mimic karta hai zaheer ka serious look):

(serious, deep voice mein)

“main sirf ek bhai hoon… lekin agar meri behen ke emotions ki izzat nahi hui to main… kaleji nikaal dunga.”

(then in his voice)

“bhai pehle khud to pyaar kar le, fir kaleji ki baat karna kasai ki olad

arjun (laugh karte hue):

“tu pagal hai sach mein…”

taz (ab mimic karta hai azhar ko — halke jhuke hue kandhon ke saath, aankhon me thoda pain):

“yeh ghar... meri izzat ka makan hai...

aur tu, ammu... tu meri rooh ka tukda hai...”

(fir breaks character, casually bolta hai)

“aur fir khud jaake khopdi me dard le aate ho uncle ji...”

arjun aur taz dono phatt ke hans rahe hote hain – hasi me bhi dard ghula hota hai, lekin us waqt un dono ko sirf ek chhoti si sukoon milti hai

halka sa breeze chal raha hai. thoda pehle ki hansi ab dheere dheere ek thakaan mein badal rahi hai.

arjun table ke kone par baitha hota hai, haath mein aadhi beer ki bottle. aankhon ka noor thoda aur dhundhla.

arjun (fusfusate hue)

“ammu… ammu ko pata bhi nahi… maine uske liye kya kya…”

(wo aankhon mein thoda moisture lekar kuch kehne ki koshish karta hai lekin lafz lapakte nahi)

taz (halki hansi mein):

“abe chhod na yaar... tu Ranbir Kapoor hai… wo uski Deepika ban gayi to kya, tu abhi bhi Rockstar hai…”

arjun dheere se table par se uthta hai — balance lose karta hai, thoda ladkhadata hai.

arjun (thoda zor se lekin lafz thode uljhe hue):

“main... main ekdum theek hoon... mujhe ammu chahiye thi… chahiye thi… ab… ab...”

wo ek do kadam chalta hai… phir seedha jaake ek purani si khatiya par gir padta hai — mooh niche aur haath dono taraf phela diye jaise koi soldier battlefield me thak ke gir gaya ho.

taz thoda ruk kar use dekhta hai. arjun ki aankhen band ho chuki hain. uska sans ab ekdum theek se chal raha hai – wo so gaya hai.

taz ke chehre par camera slowly zoom in karta hai.

or wo ek creepy villanious smile karta hai jaise kuch baat hai or beer ki aakhiri sip leta hai

Taz

aur hamara hero so gaya… wah… love story me twist tab aata hai jab side character ko zyada dard hota hai…”

next day – college canteen – dopahar ka waqt

canteen mein usual hustle-bustle hai. students apne doston ke saath gappe maar rahe hain, kuch log laptop kholke assignment likhne ka natak kar rahe hain.

ek kone mein ammu apni ek dost ke saath table pe baithi hoti hai. uske haath mein ek chai ka cup, lekin aankhen kahin aur – kabhi kabhi chhupke se doosre kone ki taraf...

wahaan arjun apne doston ke beech, lekin aankhon se bas ek hi wajah dhoondh raha hota hai – ammu.

arjun (apne dost se halka sa haske):

"yaar ye chai peene wale cup chhoti si baat bata kar chali jaati hai... par kuch log... bade dil ki baat chhupake bhi samajh nahi paate..."

(phir ammu ki taraf dekhte hue softly)

“kya kare... kuch baatein aankhon se kehne ki himmat abhi tak jamaa nahi hui…”

ammu uski taraf dekhti hai, lekin jaise hi arjun ki aankhon se aankhen milti hain, wo turant nazar hata leti hai.

arjun phir se chhoti chhoti baatein karta hai, doston ko jokes sunata hai – lekin un jokes ke punch lines pe uska dhyaan nahi, uska dhyaan us table par hai jahan ammu baithi hai.

arjun (ek zor se funny tone mein):

yaar main to kehta hu govt ko ek rule nikal dena chahiye, ki kasai jaat ke bache kisi dusre se na ruthenge kyoki unhe aadat hoti hai moti chamdi nikalne me

doston ki chhoti si hansi, par ammu ke chehre pe bhi ek halki si smile aati hai – jo usne turant chhupane ki koshish ki.

arjun ek waiter ko bulata hai, ek napkin uthata hai aur uspar likhta hai:

“sorry... and love you, ammu.”

phir waiter se kehta hai:

“bhai... thoda art delivery kar do table number us-par.”

(waiter confused hota hai, par smile ke sath jata hai)

ammu waiter se napkin leti hai, dekh kar ek second rukti hai. uski aankhon me halki nami si aati hai, lekin wo roti nahi. uske haath apne aap pen ki taraf badhte hain.

cut to: arjun – apne table par aankhon me ek soft chamak, dono haath fold kiye aasman ki taraf dekh raha hota hai.

jaise keh raha ho:

“thank you upar wale… bas ek baar sab theek ho jaaye…”

waiter wapas napkin le aata hai, arjun usse eager expression ke saath le leta hai. slowly open karta hai.

uspe likha hota hai:

“ab der ho chuki hai... arjun bhaiya.”

us lafz "bhaiya" par arjun ki aankhen ruk jaati hain.

uski muskaan dheere dheere udd jaati hai, jaise koi paper hawa mein ud jaye...

arjun (dil mein):

"bhaiya...? abhi batata hu ise ...

college lawn – dopahar ka halki dhoop

ammu apni do saheliyon ke saath ek shaded tree ke neeche bethi hoti hai. unke beech halki-halki baatein ho rahi hoti hain, kuch hasi mazak bhi.

door se arjun aata hai — aankhon me udaasi, lekin chehre par wahi masti wala mask. wo aankh se ammu ke group ka direction dekhta hai… aur unke bilkul opposite wale kone me jaake apne doston ke beech baith jata hai.

arjun ka dhyaan uske doston par kam aur ammu ke reactions par zyada hota hai.

arjun (randomly apne dost iqbal se puchta hai):

"bhai ek baat bata... tune apni cousin se shaadi ki hai na"

iqbal (surprise hoke):

"haan bhai... kar sakta hoon.Iski permission hai mujhe

arjun (thoughtful face banake or halke sarcasm mein):

Yaar yeh bata circumcision kaha hota hai,kyoki ek ladki ne bhaiya bol diya hai yaar

Or arjun rone ki acting karta hai

doston ke beech zor ka laughter chhutta hai.

ammu, jo saamne bethi sab sun rahi hoti hai, apni hansi rokne ki koshish karti hai — aankhon me ek pal ke liye chamak — wo apne lips dabake, nazar jhuka ke thoda muskura deti hai, lekin turant control karti hai.

ammu (apni saheli se)

“chal... thoda walk le lete hain...”

wo waha se uthti hai, jaise casual walk ke liye, lekin uske chehre par ek clear hansi dabane wali muskaan hoti hai.

arjun usse jaate hue dekhta hai... sirf smile karta hai, bina kuch bole.

uske doston ko ab bhi hasi aa rahi hoti hai, lekin arjun ka dhyaan sirf ammu ke peeche jaate hue kadmon par hota hai.

arjun (dil mein)

“chhoti si smile hi sahi… par tu hansi to…”

[Anum sheikh]

Impressive style Ammu ko many ka, hope Ammu maaf kr degi

[Greenwood]

Impressive style Ammu ko many ka, hope Ammu maaf kr degi

Lekin kab tak 
Ammu to abhi uski sachai bhi nahi janti

[Greenwood]

Update 26

scene: raat – 8:00 pm – arjun ke ghar ka drawing room

camera arjun ke room ke ek kone se zoom karta hai arjun bed ke edge par baitha hota hai, t-shirt half pehni hui, baal bikre hue, aankhen udasi se bhari.uske samne ek chai ka cup thanda pad chuka hai.uska phone silent mode par table par pada hai, aankh us par tikti hai... lekin mann kahin aur hai.

andar se shanu ki awaaz aati hai:

shanu (door par knock karte hue):

“arjun! chal... chacha ne bulaya hai. azhar chacha ke ghar jaana hai.”

arjun (bina uski taraf dekhe, halki si jhalak ke saath):

“zaheer bhi hoga na...?”

shanu (andar aate hue):

“haan... to?”

arjun (sarcastically):

mujhe nahi jana us chutiye ke paas, faltu me gyaan deta rehta hai sala tu jaa...

(arjun ka face weird hota hai)

shanu (thoda stern):

“arjun... baat zaheer ki nahi hai. chacha ne bulaya hai... aur Ammu ke liye bulaya hai.”

ammu ka naam sunte hi arjun ki aankhen lift hoti hain.

ek second ka pause... phir bina kuch bole wo turant khada ho jaata hai.

arjun (tezi se shirt properly pehente hue):

“chal yaar, late ho raha hai.”

scene cut hota hai.

cut to: azhar ka ghar – drawing room – 8:05 pm

azhar sofa par baitha hota hai uski tabiyat abhi bhi thodi dheemi lagti hai, lekin chehra serious hota hai.

zaheer or asma already sofa ke paas khade hote hain. arjun aur shanu enter karte hain.

azhar (un sabko dekh kar, dheere se haath se ishaara karta hai):

“sab aa gaye ho... achha hai. ek zaroori baat karni thi...”

camera sab chehron par zoom karta hai – arjun ka slightly tense, zaheer ka calm but alert, asma aur shanu inquisitiv

azhar, apne haathon ko ek dusre par rakhe, gambhir lekin naram awaaz me bolta hai:

azhar:

“kal asad aa raha hai... aur isi ghar mein rukega.”

(ek chhoti si sansein bharta hai)

“to socha tum sabse pehle baat kar loon... taaki kisi ko bhi confusion na ho.”

sab bachon ka reaction neutral hai... sirf arjun ka chehra thoda tight padta hai.

azhar (continuing):

“main chahta hoon ki uska pura khyaal rakha jaye... use kisi bhi cheez ki dikkat nahi honi chahiye.

khane, rehne, waqt pe chai, jo chahiye... sab kuch.

cut to: kitchen ke andar – ammu ek bartano ki tray le kar khadi hoti hai.

uske kadam ruke hue hain... lekin wo sun sab rahi hoti hai. aankhen kuch sochti hain, lekin chehra bilkul blank hai.

phir azhar ka tone thoda friendly hota hai. wo arjun ki taraf dekhte hue muskurata hai:

azhar (pointing to arjun):

“aur arjun... tum mujhe sabse samajhdaar lagte ho.”

yeh sunkar ek chhoti si suppressed laughter ka sound aata hai — camera turant pan karta hai shanu ke chehre par.

wo munh par haath rakh kar hansi chhupane ki koshish karti hai, lekin aankhon se clear hai uska reaction.

azhar (muskurakar bolta hai):

“tumhara nature bhi calm hai... aur baat cheet bhi theek kar lete ho.

mere khayaal se tumhe asad ke sath dosti kar leni chahiye.”

arjun bas ek forced smile deta hai, jaise ‘haan bolna pad raha ho’.

zaheer us moment me thoda neck crack karta hai, jaise stress release kar raha ho. shanu apne nails ko dekhne lagti hai to avoid laughing again.

azhar:

“tum dono ek hi age ke ho, to bonding bhi ho jayegi. kal se tum dono hi zyada waqt sath me bitao.”

kitchen ke corner me, ammu ka kadam barabar chalne lagta hai, jaise wo tray leke living room ki taraf aayi ho.

arjun jaate jaate ek nazar uski taraf daalta hai — uski aankhon me kuch sawal, kuch regret, kuch umeed.

ammu sirf newspaper ka purana stack uthati hai — bilkul bina kuch bole, bina kisi reaction ke.

na aankhon me surprise, na gusse ki lehar... sirf ek thanda sa dikhawa.

arjun thoda rukh jaata hai... lekin phir kuch kahe bina nazar jhuka kar chal padta hai.

raat ka waqt, chhat par thandi hawa, halke se taare chamak rahe hain

arjun chhat ke kone mein low fence par baitha hota hai, ek haath se apni thodi ko sahara diye, dusre haath se ek patthar se zameen khurach raha hota hai. chehra udaasi mein dooba hua hai.

tabhi peeche se chalte hue shanu aati hai, uske haath mein ek steel ka pyala hota hai jisme kuch mitha hai – shaayad sewaiyaan.

[b]shanu (casually):[/b]

“arre devdas... chhat pe akele udaas kyun baitha hai?”

(ek spoon uske muh ke paas le jaate hue)

arjun ek long sigh leta hai, fir peeche mudh ke usse dekhta hai.

arjun (drama bhare andaaz mein):

“kal aa raha hai... mere sapno ka hatyara!”

shanu (spoon muh mein daalte hue, confused):

“kaun? yamraaj?”

arjun usse ghurta hai.

arjun (sarcasm mein):

“haan... lekin sherwani mein.”

shanu (halki hansi rokti hai):

“to usse kya hua, aane de na. koi mehmaan aa raha hai, shaayari la raha hai, sukoon la raha hai…”

arjun fir se ghurta hai, is baar thoda aur intensely.

shanu:

“what?”

arjun (kheej kar):

“kal wo aayega... to ammu ke ghar rahega. usse milega. usse baatein karega.

ek din mein na jaane kitni baar takrayenge dono... ek hi rasoi ka chai, ek hi terrace ka asmaan...

aur na jaane... na jaane kuch touch-wouch ho gaya to!”

shanu (mazaak udate hue):

“to? shayari ke sath romance free milega kya?”

arjun (fully drama mode mein):

“aur agar ammu ko wo pasand aa gaya to? uski ghazalein, uska urdu, uska wo dard ka dilbar...

Kasam se shanu main sale ka muh Tod dunga agar usne Ammu ko chhua bhi to

fir wo apne dono haathon ki chhoti ungliyaan muh mein daal leta hai jaise bachpan mein koi cartoon dekhta tha

aur ek fake rone ki awaaz nikalta hai – “ainnnnnnnnn”

(drama itna ki shanu ka pyala hil jaye)

shanu (control na kar paate hue hansi):

“arre drama man, bas kar... log samjhenge azhar chacha off ho gaye

arjun (ungli nikal kar, full childish face):

“yeh chacha ne hi meri lanka lagai hai... aur kal meri jagah koi aur lene aane wala hai.

shanu (soft smile ke saath, spoon uski taraf badhate hue):

“le... sewaiyan kha le, sweetness se jealousy kam hoti hai.”

arjun (spoon lete hue):

“mujhe sugar nahi chahiye... mujhe ammugar chahiye.”

arjun abhi bhi apne fake rone wale mood mein hota hai, thoda zyada hi drama karta hua – aankhon mein kuch nahi, lekin acting full serious.

arjun (lambi sigh ke sath):

“main chhat se kood jaun kya? bas chhoti si fracture hi hoga... par us waqt wo usse mil nahi payegi.”

shanu (eyebrow raise karte hue):

“tumhara fracture nahi, mera dimaag damage ho raha hai!”

arjun (ab bhi drama mein):

“main mar gaya samjho... tu meri arthi le jaa...”

Or arjun wahi let jata hai floor par zaban bahar nikal kar or bolta hai dekh yeh pose sahi hai na marne ka

(Inshort uska dimag kharab ho raha hota hai tension me)

shanu uske sar par tap maar deti hai.

shanu (thoda zyada thak chuki si):

“arre tu band kar ye tamasha... mujhe sochne de...”

pause hoti hai. thodi der dono chhup. fir shanu ke chehre par ek plan wali chamak aati hai.

shanu (ekdum se):

“idea!”

arjun ka drama ek second mein pause ho jata hai. uska chehra suddenly bilkul steady. aankhen wide open. jaise exam mein zero se hero ban gaya ho.

arjun (hope se):

“bata bata bata jaldi bata!”

shanu (calmly):

“dekho... wo sirf teen din ke liye aa raha hai na?”

arjun (slow nod):

“hmm... teen din... haan...”

shanu (strategic tone mein):

“to humein bas uske teen din barbaad karne hai. simple. teen din tak ammu se dur rakhna hai usse.

aur waise bhi... ammu ne bola tha — bina jaan-pehchaan ke wo haan nahi karegi.”

arjun ka muh halka sa khul jata hai jaise slow motion mein uske dimaag ka bulb on ho gaya ho. fir dheere se ek badi si smile uske chehre par aati hai.

arjun (excited whisper):

“genius... shanu you’re a genius!”

wo shanu ko ek dum tight side hug me le leta hai, almost zyada hi tight.

shanu (suffocating voice):

“arre... meri ribs... meri ribs!”

arjun usi hug se chutkar kar ke, khushi se naachne lagta hai

full Govinda style mein ek random seeti bajaa ke bol type step karta

hai.

arjun (gaate hue):

“asadddd ko hum banayenge saddd... yeh pyaar nahi aasan... ek aag ka dariyaaa hai... aur plan mein doobe jana hai

shanu (thoda enjoy karte hue, lekin phir serious hoke):

“oye choreographer... ruk! plan abhi poora nahi hua.”

arjun ruk jaata hai, lekin cheek pe muskurahat chipki hoti hai.

shanu (strategic mood):

“ab sochna yeh hai... ki usse Ammu se door kaise rakha jaye...”

arjun (full spy mode mein aate hue):

“mission... asad-disconnect... shuru!”

[b]subah ka waqt – 8:25 am | azhar ka ghar | halki halki dhoop aangan mein bikhri hui hai. kitchen se chai ki khushboo aa rahi hai.[/b]

ammu dining table ke pass chhoti si wooden bench par bethi hoti hai. usne ek pastel green suit peñhna hota hai, baal khule hote hain lekin halki si damp jaise abhi abhi dho liye ho. uske haathon mein chai ka cup hota hai, lekin wo nazar aangan ke floor par tikaye baithi hoti hai aankhon mein soch, halki si pareshani aur ek ajeeb si un-thought excitement.uske pair halke halke hil rahe hote hain jaise kuch decide karne ki koshish ho rahi ho.us waqt zaheer hall se nikal kar aangan ki taraf aata hai. haath mein uske bhi chai ka cup hota hai. uski nazar ammu par padti hai. wo kuch der usse observe karta hai – fir uske pass jaata hai.

zaheer (soft tone mein):

“kabhi kabhi tum itni chup kyun ho jaati ho... jaise kisi ne mute button daba diya ho.”

ammu (thoda sa smile banate hue, lekin aankhon mein udaasi chipi hoti hai):

“mute nahi bhai... bas... kabhi kabhi soch zyada ho jaati hai.”

zaheer (bench ke pass baith kar):

“rishte wali soch?”

ammu (chup rehti hai, fir dheere se haan mein sir hila deti hai):

“baba ki tabiyat, ghar ka mahaul... wo sab alag stress hai...

lekin... aaj pehli baar kisi se milne wali ho itne formally... jisse shayad ek din zindagi jodni pade...

yeh feeling... ajeeb si hai.”

zaheer (cup rakh kar uski taraf direct dekhta hai, softly):

“ajeeb hona normal hai. tu confused hai... par dar mat.

tu pehli baar kisi ladke se baat karegi... lekin tu akeli nahi hai.”

ammu (thoda emotional hoke):

“main nahi chahti thi itna sab suddenly ho... aur ab jab ho raha hai to lag raha hai... main ready hoon bhi ya nahi.”

zaheer (uska haath apne haath mein lete hue):

“tu ready na bhi ho... to bhi tu jaisi hai na, waisi hi perfect hai.

aur sun... agar kuch bhi uncomfortable lage, bas ek nazar mujhe de dena.

main hamesha yahin hoon... tere aas paas. tu kabhi akeli nahi hai.”

ammu (thoda moist aankhon ke sath smile karti hai):

“thank you bhai...”

zaheer (masti me tone badalte hue):

“waise bata... agar wo ladka boring nikla, to main khud hi chhant ke bhaga dunga usse.”

ammu (halki hansi ke sath):

“nahi bhagaana, bas itna karna... agar main confuse ho jaun to mujhe yaad dilana ki mujhe kya chahiye.”

zaheer (confident):

“done. main tera mirror hoon... jab bhool jaayegi, tujhe dikhata rahunga.”

subah ka waqt – 10:05 am | arjun ka room | halki roshni parde ke beech se aati hai | ek subtle fan ki awaaz | kamra bikra hua, bed sheet tedhi, ek jura hua towel floor par gira hua |

camera room ke door se enter karta hai – shanu tez kadam se andar aati hai

shanu (gusse mein):

arjun! arree utho bey!! 10 baj gaye hain! tujhe yaad hai kya aaj kaun aane wala hai?

arjun bed par mooh chhupa ke:

mmhhmm... bas do minute... ek aur dream finish karne de...

shanu (jhunjhla kar bed ke paas aati hai, dono haathon se uske shoulders ko jhinjhodti hai):

uth bey! kaun sapno mein hai tu? dream nahi nightmare aane wala hai tera!

arjun (aadhi neend mein behoshi se baith jata hai, aankhen half open):

kya ho gaya... kiski shaadi ho gayi?

shanu (teeth clenched, sarcastic tone):

shaadi nahi, teri barbaadi ho rahi hai! bol, bulaya tune kisi ko??

arjun (nazaarein blank, confused):

kaun... kiski baat...

shanu (frustrated, ek halki si thappad maar deti hai uske cheek par):

bam! bol bey!

arjun (thappad lagte hi aankhen poori khul jaati hain):

aeeyy! pagal ho gayi hai kya?!

shanu (cold, angry stare):

bulaya kisi ko?

arjun uski aankhon me dekh kar kuch yaad karne lagta hai... aur usi waqt:

cut to flashback:

raat ka scene – terrace par arjun aur shanu dono baith kar Asad se Ammu ko door rakhne ka plan discuss kar rahe hote hain.

shanu (flashback me):

dekh plan simple hai... use busy rakhna. ya to aise logon ke sath jod de jinke sath uska time waste ho... ya usse har jagah chhup chhup ke bhatakne de.

aur sabse important – koi distraction la.

arjun (flashback me):

haan matlab ek Asad ka Asad bana du... bhatakta hua aatma.

shanu (flashback me):

haan! aur koi aisa ek aadmi jo humari madad karein,kar sakte kisi par bharosa ?

Arjun kuch sochte huye,

Arjun (overconfidence)

Chinta mat kar shanu,tere bhai ne kachi gotiya nahi kheli

cut to present:

arjun ke chehre par sudden clarity aati hai. aankhen wide open. wo bed se jump karta hai. shorts pehne hote hain – turant jeans uthata hai aur pehne lagta hai.

arjun:

oh behen....

Fir shanu ki taraf dekhta hai or gaali uske muh me atak jati hai,shanu bhi apni nazrein fer leti hai

Arjun

! main hi sab bhool gaya!

ghadi ki taraf dekhta hai – time: 10:08 am

arjun (gusse mein, shanu ke kandhe par tap maarte hue):

abey tu uthati kyu nahi mujhe pehle!

shanu (ouchhh karte hue apna kandha masalti hai):

main uthane aayi thi to tu mujhe sapna samajh raha tha!

arjun turant apna phone uthata hai, speaker lagata hai – tone gusse bhari hoti hai:

arjun (phone par):

kahan hai bey,milna hai tujhse

phone cut – arjun turant comb uthata hai, mirror ke saamne khud ko dekh kar aankh marta hai full war prep mode mein.

shanu background mein sarcastically bolti hai:

"Mere sapno ka hatyara" aa raha hai aur tu superhero banne ja raha hai.

camera close hota hai arjun ke face par – ek mischievous smile, aankhon mein spark.

arjun:

aaj chhodunga nahi main us shayari ki dukan ko.

azhar ka ghar – subah halki dhoop | drawing room mein ammu aur zaheer sofe par casually baithe hote hain |

azhar (andar se kamar jor se):

zaheeerrr... beta, wo aane wala hoga asad... sab tayyari ho gayi na?

zaheer ek heavy sigh ke saath ammu ki taraf dekhta hai, fir dono ka eye contact hota hai — dono hi muskurane lagte hain

zaheer (thoda lean ho kar, halki muskurahat ke saath):

baba to bilkul pichhe pad gaye hain uske... bechara asad, acha khaasa 5-star hotel mein ja raha tha... yahan invite kar liya, ab zaheer palace mein hi rukega.

ammu (nazar jhuka kar ek smirk ke saath):

aur zaheer palace ka king... jiska room hi uska kingdom hai.

tabhi azhar aangan se andar aate hain – ek white towel kandhe par – halke se pareshan lagte hain

azhar (seedha zaheer ki taraf):

beta, apne room ki safai karli kya?

guest wahi rukega.

zaheer (thoda freeze ho jaata hai, aankhen momentarily blank):

uhh... hmm… wo… kiya tha main... matlab kar hi raha tha...

azhar ek suspicious look deta hai, fir kitchen ki taraf chalte jaate hain – haath se hawa mein ek sign karte hain "dekh lo"

ammu apne mooh par haath rakhti hai, muskurahat chhupane ke liye — uski aankhon mein clearly "told you so" expression

cut to: zaheer ka room

camera slow pan leta hai – room ka darwaza khulta hai | andar har taraf bikhre hue kapde, books, headphones, ek jhooti chai ki cup, ek jhooti socks ki jodi photo frame ke saath chipki hui — ek total battlefield ka vibe

beech mein ammu, ek haath mein jhaadu, doosre haath se dupatta sambhalte hue room ke darwaze pe khadi hoti hai — aankhon mein disbelief aur ek haath kamar pe

ammu (halke se hansi se):

ye room hai ya documentary shoot ho raha hai "after hurricane zaheer"?

zaheer (andar se awaaz lagata hai, jo bistar ke neeche kuch dhoond raha hota hai):

ammu... bas thoda sa messy hai... tu bas saamne ka clear kar de, main back-end handle karta hoon..

zaheer bistar ke neeche se ek purani t-shirt nikaalta hai, jisme se ek chhota sa teddy bear girta hai

ammu (eyebrows raise karte hue):

ye kya hai? ab tujhe night time cuddles bhi chahiye kya?

zaheer (jaldi se teddy ko side karta hai):

arre nahi re! asma ka tha… bachpan mein bhool gaya tha yeh idhar…

ammu (smiling, jhaadu chalate hue):

aur ab asad iss jungle mein rehne wala hai...

zaheer (sar pakad ke bistar pe gir jaata hai):

yaar... pehli baar kisi ke liye room clean kar raha hoon... irony toh dekh!

ammu:

koun,shayri ki dukan ke liye

Dono hanste hai

camera zoom out karta hai – ammu jhaadu chala rahi hai, zaheer bistar ke ek kone mein legs folded, apni hi room ki safai dekh ke thoda shame me, thoda helpless – dono ke chehre pe ek real, sweet sibling vibe wali smile

[Anum sheikh]

Lagta nhi asad truck ki bari pechy lgay ga

[Greenwood]

Update 27



college canteen – dopahar ka waqt | tables par chhalakti coke, halka college hustle, but spotlight ek table par hai jahan arjun aur shanu baithe hain.arjun ek straw ke saath coke stir kar raha hai, lekin dimaag kahin aur hai. shanu uske opposite bethi hai constantly curious aur thoda irritated.

shanu (leaning in, annoyed):
arjun, ek baar toh bata de na yaar… kon aa raha hai? itna suspense mat bana...

arjun (casually, eyes avoiding hers):
tu coke pi na… thandi hai… dimaag cool hoga, automatically samajh aa jayega.

shanu (eyebrows raised):
kyaaa… matlab! main tere saath plan banane aayi hoon ya prank show me?

arjun (dramatic tone me):
dekho, kisi mission mein thrill na ho… toh wo mission nahi picnic ban jaata hai.

tabhi ek familiar tap-taap jaisi awaz canteen ke floor par goonjti hai — jaise koi chappal ghiste hue chal raha ho | dono ke kaan us taraf murte hain | arjun turant palat kar dekhta hai
camera angle reverse karta hai  doorway par taz khada hai ek hath me coke ka bottle, dusre me half-eaten samosa, jacket ka zip adha khula aur aankhon me wahi standard bematlab confidence

arjun (smiling wide, like he's seen his saviour):
my man!
taz ek slow-motion style me chal ke aata hai — apne pair ko thoda extra uthake, thoda style mein baitha hai jaise runway pe ho

shanu (jaw drop expression ke saath):
no way… no no no… please mat kehna ki yeh tumhara trump card hai...

arjun (hamesha ki tarah flirt-joke zone me):
yeh banda hai to unpredictable… lekin jab game palatni ho na… tab taz hi kaam aata hai.

cut to: canteen ka same table – kuch der baad
taz coke ka straw muh mein daal kar, bina kuch bole drink slurp karta rehta hai arjun ek chhota paper fold karke uske saamne rakhta hai jaise koi top-secret file ho.

arjun (confidential tone):
dekh… tujhe sirf ek kaam karna hai… zaheer ke room ko aisa ganda karna hai… matlab… ki koi insaan usme ghusne se pehle hi allergies feel kar le.

shanu (thoda sarcastic):
aur ideally bejaan cheezein apne aap room se bhaag jayein…

taz (straw chhode bina, eyes fixed on coke):
mur-mur slurp sound ke saath... silence

shanu (thoda loud, annoyed):
oye… tu sun bhi raha hai?

taz (eyes brow se ek royal nod deta hai — bina kuch bole, ek spy jaise approval)

arjun (soft chuckle):
dekha… silent killers hi asli players hote hain.
taz bina kuch bole uthta hai, straw hatata hai, aur apne jeans ki pocket adjust karta hua bas ek half-smirk ke saath canteen se nikal jaata hai jaise bol raha ho “kaam ho gaya samjho”

shanu (absolutely done, thoda lean back kar ke arjun ki taraf dekhte hue):
seriously? ye tha tera trusted ally?

arjun (shrug karta hai, lekin aankhon mein confidence):
ab tu dekh... kal zaheer ke room ka scene kya hota hai.
camera zoom out karta hai – arjun aur shanu table pe coke ke saath baite, ek carefully designed plan ke saath – mission: asad distraction


azhar ka ghar – dopahar ke kareeb, ek soft warm light ke saath halka busy vibe

living room –
asma ek haath me room freshener spray le kar pura ghar "phisss phisss" karti ghoom rahi hoti hai. kabhi curtain ke paas, kabhi corner table ke niche. thoda over ho gayi hoti hai, har 5 second me ek spray.

asma (nakhrey wale andaaz me):
ufff... yeh hawa me bohot heaviness lag rahi thi... ab to asad bhaiyya ko fresh mahal feel hoga na.

zaheer (jo centre table hataa kar sofa ki direction change kar raha hota hai):
hawa nahi... ab to oxygen hi kam ho gaya ghar me…
ek thoda sarcastic smile ke saath, magar pyaar bhari chhed-chhaad

asma (spray rok kar):
to kya karun... Ammu ji aa nahi rahi madad karne ke liye. unka to sirf order system chalu hai.

zaheer (thoda huff karte hue):
arre... tera bhi time aayega asma... Tere liye bhi koi asad aayega...

Piche se Ammu aawaz deti hai sarcastic way mein
Ammu
Iske to abhi se hasad aa gaya

Or zaheer or Ammu hasne lagte asma par... Jo apne chashme ko nose par adjust karke nikal jati hai waha se

kitchen –

camera cut karta hai kitchen ki taraf jahan ammu ek loose bun me, halki si cotton kurti aur apron pehne khadi hoti hai — chammach se degchi me se daal ka taste le rahi hoti hai.
ammu (apne aap se soft voice me):
namak theek hai… bas ek tadka aur…
uske chehre pe thodi concentration bhi hoti hai, aur kahin chhupi si nervousness bhi. stove ke paas rakhay steel ke glass me paani peeti hai, lekin har dus second me darwaze ki taraf nazar chali jati hai.
voiceover type inner thought (ammu ke):
kya ajeeb sa lag raha hai… pehli baar kisi anjaan ladke ke liye itni tayari… khud se bhi ajeeb lag raha hai.

living room – again
zaheer sofa adjust kar ke thoda peeche hata, aur living room ka ek round view leta hai. asma phir se ek aur spray karne lagti hai, is bar seedha uske saamne.

zaheer (hand utha kar rokte hue):
ruk jao asma… baba par to rehem kar, wo kaise bethenge itni tez fragrance mein

asma (funny irritation ke saath):
uff bhai… aap hamesha meri mehnat ki kadar nahi karte.

zaheer (grinning):
mehnat kam aur chemical factory jyada lag rahi hai, wo insaan ka bacha hai koi machchar ka nahi jo itna spray kiya hai

cut to: kitchen
ammu ab tandoor par rotiyaan sekh rahi hoti hai – ek roti pakad ke ulta karti hai, lekin uska dhyaan fir darwaze ki taraf chala jata hai. roti ka ek kona zyada jal jata hai.

ammu (lightly frustrated):
arre... yeh kya… fir muskurati hai… yeh wali zaheer ko khila dungi.

ghar ka entry hall – bell ka halki si awaaz
asma, zaheer aur ammu teenon ek saath ruk jaate hain – ek chhoti si excitement aur alertness unke chehre pe.
zaheer (softly, lekin smile ke saath):
lagta hai… aa gaya mehmaan.

Asma aage badh kar darwaza kholti hai samne arjun or shanu hote hain,

Ammu (shanu ki taraf dekhte huye)
Ab aayi hai kaha reh gayi thi

Shanu ( bahane banate huye)
Bas yahi thi, mummy piche pad gayi thi...

Arjun zaheer se eye contact karte huye ghar me enter karta hai lekin dono kuch nahi bolte,

shanu (asma ko tease karte hue):
waise asma... agar mehmaan tujhe pasand aa gaya to kya karegi?

asma (bina time liye):
seedha roti banate banate belan se uska naam likh dungi roti pe... "Asad ki asma" – kadak roti, kadak rishta.

arjun (laughing):
matlab agar rishta reject ho gaya to belan hi ultimate weapon banega

Asma ( smiling )
Jaroor, wo bhi tayar hai jijaji ke liye... Ek baar aaye to sahi bazi ko pasand karne

Arjun(sniffing)
Yeh mout ka scent kisne chhidka hai yaha...

(Fir ammu ki taraf aankho se ishara karke )
Tu to aaj hi widow ho jayegi... Bechara bemout mara jayega

Asma ( smiling )
Kyu bechare ki bali chadha rahe ho, aise hi keh do ki apko pasand nahi aaya

arjun, asma aur shanu ek dusre ko chhedte hue hass rahe hote hain, aur peeche se ammu un sabki hasi sun kar muskurati hai kitchen ke doorway se.

doorbell rings.
asma (tezi se darwaza kholti hai):
aawaz lagate hue asad bhai aa gaye!

cut to: kitchen me ammu, jiska haath chutki bhar namak lete hi freeze ho jata hai. uske saans tez ho jate hain, aankhon me halki si nervousness.
dusre room me se azhar jaldi se bahar nikalte hain, shirt ke button theek karte hue, aankhon me ek alag hi urgency.

arjun ek kone me sofa pe baitha hota hai, uske haath me chai ka cup jisme chai abhi bhi untouched hai. wo azhar ko itni tezi se nikalte dekh kar cup table pe rakhta hai aur shanu ki taraf lean karta hai:

arjun (under his breath, smirking):
dekh rahi hai? chacha toh Formula One driver ban gaye beti ko airport chhodne.

shanu (muffled laugh):
flight to abhi udi bhi nahi hai… landing abhi baaki hai.

main door ke paas – zaheer aage badhta hai, asad ka luggage lete hue casual smile deta hai:

zaheer:
salaam asad bhai, kaise ho?

asad (halke se):
walaikum assalam, theek hoon. safar thoda lamba tha.

azhar (piche se aate hue, khushi se):
arey beta, aa gaya tu.... kaise tha travel?

asad aur azhar ka warm hug ek formal si family tone.

[b]camera angle shifts – drawing room entrance par arjun khada hota hai, jeans aur simple t-shirt me – aankhon me full drama. wo forward aata hai aur muskurate hue asad ki taraf haath badhata hai:[/b]
arjun (badi smile ke sath):
welcome, asad. finally mil hi gaye…
asad ek brief glance deta hai, lekin haath milane ke bajaye uske shoulder ke par se dusri taraf dekhte hue simply ignore kar deta hai. wo directly living room ke andar chala jata hai.

camera: arjun ka expression slow motion me freeze – awkward, stunned.
shanu uske paas aakar rukti hai, uska haath pakad kar acting me shake karti hai aur masti me:

shanu (softly teasing):
hello, main hoon asad qawwali wala... tumhari sautan.

arjun turant uska haath chhitak deta hai, jaise uska ego hurt ho gaya ho.

arjun (mumbling, sarcasm me):
haan... aur tumhara nikah bhi fix ho gaya kya

shanu bas smile daba leti hai.
andar – asad ke aas-paas sab jama ho gaye hote hain. madhu ek side khadi hoti hai, zaheer luggage set karta hai, azhar sofa par bithata hai.

asma ek glass me pani laakar asad ko deti hai:
yeh lo bhai, pehle paani. thoda relax ho jao
asad gentle smile deta hai, lekin aankhon me thakan aur shayad kuch aur hota hai.

cut to: corner me arjun aur shanu ek taraf khade, dono halki si awkward silence me. camera slow zoom karta hai arjun ke face par – jo clearly irritated hai.

early evening, living room – warm light, khidkiyon se halki dhoop andar aa rahi hai
asad sofa par baitha hota hai, relaxed posture mein. uske aas-paas full mehmaan-navazi ka mahaul.

azhar:
beta, thak gaye hoge... lekin humne tumhare liye sab tayar rakha hai. ghar samajh ke aram se raho.

asad:
shukriya chacha. bahut hi warm welcome mila.

cut to: asma tray le kar aati hai – chai ke saath garam samose aur bakery ke rus. tray table par rakhte hue vo halki si smile karti hai

asma:
chai lijiye bhai. ghar ki chai aapko 5-star se better lagegi.

asad (gentle nod):
lag bhi rahi hai.

sab log casual baatcheet me busy ho jaate hain – azhar, zaheer, madhu, asma, husna – sab uski khatirdari me involve ho jaate hain.
camera shift hota hai – ek kone me khade arjun aur shanu ke paas. dono halki si conspiracy mode me.

shanu (fusfusa kar):
oye… taz ko khabar karde… murga aa gaya hai.

arjun apne pocket se phone nikalta hai, fingers swiftly chalte hain whatsapp pe.
screen pe message:

taz – delivery ho gayi. banda set ho chuka hai. dawai dene ka time aa gaya hai.

shanu (thoda curious expression ke saath):
waise… ek baat bata…
yeh taz jaisa kameena tere liye kaam karne ko razi kaise hua?

arjun (casual tone, phone pakde pakde):
bas… paanch.

shanu (eyebrow raise karte hue):
paach? kya paanch?

arjun aankhon me mischievous sparkle ke saath:
paanch hazaar.

shanu (ek second ke liye stunned expression):
tu pagal hai kya? tu ne taz ko 5 hazaar de diye?

arjun (ek aankh band karte huye, smile ke saath):
kya karein behen… apni prem katha ki rakhwali karne ka budget bhi high hai.

shanu (sar hilate hue, hushed laugh):
baap re… is pyar me toh EMI bhi chal rahi hai.

sab log asad ke aas-paas baithe hain. woh calmly baith kar har kisi ki baat sun raha hai, sabka shukriya kar raha hai.
shanu, arjun ke baju mein baithi hoti hai — dono ek corner mein quietly observe kar rahe hote hain sab kuch.


shanu (thoda lean kar ke arjun se):
main ammu ke paas jaa rahi hoon... dekh ke aati hoon uska mood.

arjun bas sir hilata hai, lekin uski aankhein asad pe tiki hoti hain.

cut to – kitchen ke dusre corner mein – ammu quietly baithi hoti hai. uske haath me ek chhoti si cup hoti hai, par uski aankhon me udaasi chhupi hoti hai shanu uske paas aake baithti hai, ammu se aankhein milti hain. dono ke beech ek moan se bhari, unsaid understanding hoti hai. shanu ek soft, sympathy bhari smile deti hai jaise kehna chahti ho – “main samajhti hoon.”

cut to – living room
azhar (asad se):
beta safar kaisa raha? train me thakan to nahi hui? samose mile the ke sirf vada pav?

asad (gentle smile):
nahi chacha, kaafi comfortable raha. vada pav bhi mila aur ek old man ne mujhe train me Urdu shayari sunayi.

[b]asma (beech me bol padti hai):
[/b]
shayari bhi likhte ho kya bhai? waise kal wali chai me namak tha, ab sambhal ke peena.
sab hans padte hain halki si. azhar bhi asma ko ghoorta hai but smiling.

azhar:
beta thoda fresh ho jao. change karna ho to change kar lo... zaheer! beta zaheer!

zaheer doosre room se aata hai

azhar:
asad ko upar le jaa zara. kapde waise bhi kaafi safar wale ho gaye hain.

zaheer (asad se):
chalo bhai, upar mera room hai. thoda adjust kar lena.

asad:
haan haan, chalo.

asad aur zaheer seedhiyan chadhte hain upar ki taraf. camera un dono ko back se follow karta hai.

cut to – neeche drawing area mein
arjun aur shanu dono ek dusre ko dekhte hain, fir dheere se ek dusre ki taraf haath badhate hain… aur ek slow motion handshake hota hai.
dono ke chehre par ek wicked, victorious grin. background me light sa instrumental baja raha hota hai jaise kisi spy movie me ek mission complete hone par bajta hai.

arjun (nervous excitement se):
phase one – complete.

shanu (half whisper me):
ab bas murge ko room mein dhakel diya… ab dekhna, kya hungama hone wala hai.

cut to – seedhiyon ke upar ka shot  jaha asad aur zaheer upar pahuch gaye hote hain… aur neeche planning committee (arjun-shanu) silently celebrate kar rahi hoti hai.

ek halki si suspense wali vibe hawa me hai.

cut to – main gate
door khrrr... ki awaaz ke sath open hota hai. gate se taz enter karta hai  usual swagger mein, haath me ek torn sa cloth aur dusre haath me ek screw driver jaisa kuch.
woh chupchaap aake arjun aur shanu ke bagal me khada ho jata hai. bina kuch bole, woh bhi upar seedhiyon ki taraf dekhne lagta hai jahan se abhi asad aur zaheer gaye hain.

arjun ek nazar shanu ko dekhta ki use taz bhi dikh jata, fir thoda lean karke dheere se fusfusata hai:
arjun (low voice, teasing):
kaam ho gaya na?

taz, bina muh khole... bas ek dabee hui mischievous smile deta hai aur apni gardan halki upar karta hai ek silent confirmation jaise... ho gaya, boss.

arjun ki muskurahat ab silent me badal jaati hai. shanu ab thoda impatient ho jaati hai.

shanu (thoda force se, whisper me):
bata na taz… kya hua? kuch to bol!

taz (halki si acting mein):
hum yeh bolenge toh bolenge kya?
(fir smirk karta hai)

suddenly...
upar se ek zor ki cheekh sunai deti hai “yeh kya haal banaya hai!!”
sab ke sab chauk jaate hain. arjun ka muh khul jata hai, shanu aankhein faila leti hai, aur taz toh jaise apni chest par hero pose me aa jaata hai
seedhiyon ke paas se Ammu, asma,  sab log tez kadam se aate hain...
azhar bhi dusre room se nikal kar cheekhta hai

azhar
arre kya hua upar?

sab log drawing area me jama ho jaate hain sabke chehre pe suspense aur confusion.

arjun (neeche se upar dekhte hue, under his breath):
aur aaya climax.

sab log upar ki taraf dekhte hue ek jagah jam gaye hote hain. aankhon mein curiosity, thoda concern, thoda entertainment.suddenly, seedhiyon se ghabraya hua asad neeche utarta hai chehra utara hua, paseene se bheega hua, hawa tight, jaise kisi horror show se nikal kar aaya ho.
behind him, zaheer bhi thoda tense expression ke sath uska peecha karta hai.asad sab logon ke beech se shoulder bump karta hua aage nikal jaata hai aur sofe ke paas jaake rukta hai. haath kamar pe, saans phuli hui, aankhon me darr.

Azhar:
arre asad beta... kya hua? sab theek hai?

Asad (ladkhadati zubaan, paseena ponchte hue):
b...bilkul theek... nahi... woh... upar... wohh...

sab log paas aate hain, uska haal dekh kar thoda serious ho jaate hain.zaheer neeche aate hi sabki aankhon ka centre ban jaata hai.

azhar:
arre zaheer... kya hua upar?

zaheer (thoda awkward tone me):
baba... upar mere room me... pata nahi kahaan se 5-6 billiya aa gayi thi...

shocked gasps sab taraf se.
zaheer continues:
aur... unhone pura room... pura matlab... sab jagah... potty potty potty...


[b]arjun apna muh daba leta hai, shanu ka muh shock me khul jata hai. taz peeche se face turn karke haasne lagta hai.[/b]

zaheer:
aur... asad bhai... bas dar gaya... usse ulti bhi aa gayi... aur badbu... uff...

azhar:
yeh sab kaise hua? darwaza band nahi kiya tha kya sham ko?

ek awkward silence hoti hai. azhar ki aankhen idhar-udhar dekhti hain.

azhar:
kaun gaya tha upar kapde lene?

ammu aur asma, dono ekdam seedhi khadi — sir jhukaye, bas chup.
asma turant situation sambhalti hai — daudti hai kitchen ki taraf.

cut to – asma ek glass pani leke aati hai, asad ko deti hai. asad haath kaanpte hue glass pakadta hai, ek sip leta hai.uske haath ka glass hilta hai.

arjun (faint whisper shanu se):
tumhara murga toh half fry ho gaya already.

shanu muh dabakar pit jaati hai.

zaheer (serious face se):
baba... ek pareshani aur ho gayi hai

azhar:
ab kya ho gaya zaheer??

zaheer:
mera pankha chori ho gaya hai.

instant silence.
Azhar Ammu or Asma tino sath:
Hein? Pankha chori ?

zaheer:
haan... upar dekha... pankha hi nahi hai.

camera pan karta hai – arjun aur shanu dono ekdam slow motion me taz ki taraf mudte hain.

taz, ek corner me khada — naughty smile, chupke se apna screwdriver aur kapda apne kurte ke andar ghusa leta hai.

azhar (under his breath, frustrated):
yahi reh gaya tha... pankha bhi chala gaya...

arjun (apne andaaz me, soft tone):
ab chacha hi cool nahi rahe.

shanu:
aur asad toh bilkul hi garam ho gaya.
[b][b]fade out – sab log asad ke aas-paas busy ho jaate hain... aur hum dekhte hain ek kone me teen mischievous masterminds ka silent celebration[/b][/b]

[Anum sheikh]

Aray shanu, Tum se ye umeed na thi

[Greenwood]

Update 28



azhar ka ghar – dining area – raat 9:30 baje
table ke dono taraf gents baithe hue hain –
azhar, zaheer, asad, arjun, aur thoda sa kone me taz — sab apni thaliyon me busy hain.middle of the dinner — ek shaant sa moment hai, sirf chamach ki awaazein, biryani ka aroma, aur thaliyon ki khanak.
taz, jo arjun ke bilkul baju me baitha hai, sambhal sambhal ke biryani ka murga nikaal raha hota hai, tabhi woh low voice me arjun ke kaan ke paas jhukta hai.

taz (faint whisper):
bhai... ek baat bolun?

arjun (mouth full):
bol.

taz (confused):
yeh shayri ki dukan ko kamre me aisa kya dikh gaya ki itna ghabra gaya? bhai... kamre me to bas kuch billiyan thi... aur unki...

arjun (interrupts, shetani smile ke sath):
...aur unki creative paintings.

taz (thoda aur curious):
haan woh sab to theek hai, par aise to koi pagal nahi hota na... bhai ka chehra to aisa tha jaise kisi ne uski poetry pe thuk diya ho.

arjun (smirking, slow voice):
use OCD hai.

taz (confused face, thoda soch ke):
Bhos... Wo to hum gaali me bolte hai na,iske bhi hai kya

phir taz table pe thoda upar uth kar asad ke pair dekhne lagta hai — jaise kuch dhoond raha ho.

arjun (tap karta hai uske kandhe pe, thoda hichkicha ke):
neeche baith! Kya kar raha taz

taz (thoda jhuk ke):
to fir yeh bhos... kya hota hai bhai?

arjun (masti bhare tone me):
are OCD... Matlab ki... ek tareeke ki bimari hai. matlab sab kuch neat aur clean hona chahiye warna system crash ho jaata hai.

taz:
ooooo matlab jaise koi ghar ka naya sofa pe plastic chhupake rakhta hai aur koi nikaal de to unki dhadkan badh jaaye?

arjun (laughs, hushed):
haan exactly! kal tune nahi dekha kaise apni thali aaza raha tha? biryani ko raite ka dupatta odha raha tha... rice ek side, chicken ek side, mirchi ko corner me...

taz (flashback yaad aata hai):
arre haan! ek mirchi uski alag thali me gir gayi thi to bhai ne pura raaita dubara nikaal ke shift kiya tha!

arjun (proud face se):
samajh gaya na ab? OCD ka asli matlab?

taz (chhoti si proud smile ke sath):
wah arjun bhai... aajkal to tum bahut padh likh rahe ho. kal tak to tumhe OCD ka matlab 'oye chut** de' lagta tha.*

arjun (has ke thali me spoon gira deta hai):
saale... itna bada insaan ban gaya tu... insulting bhi vocabulary ke sath karta hai.

camera pans to asad, jo bahut hi precise angle se apni biryani me lime ka drop gira raha hota hai, aur ek tissue se apne hath pe ek nashaad ka daag saaf kar raha hota hai. arjun aur taz, dono table ke neeche ek dusre ke pair tap karte hain jise sirf wahi samajh sakte hain jo mission "asad se ammu ko bachao" ke secret agents hain.

thaliyon ka khanakna abhi bhi chalu hai. sab apne-apne plate mein busy hain.
taz biryani me se ek adhi roti ko plate ke andar hi napkin bana ke use kar raha hota hai, jab shanu ek serving tray le kar dining area me aati hai. tray me kuch salad aur extra raita rakha hota hai.
shanu, casually sabko serve karte hue arjun ke paas jhukti hai, aur low voice me fuskati hai:

shanu (whispering):
yahan se bhaga kyun nahi ab tak yeh?

arjun (nazar asad par tikaye, whispering):
bhag jayega, bhag jayega... itni raat ko dinner to karega hi bechara. tum dono itne nirdayi bhi na bano...

shanu aankhon se “accha thik hai” wala expression deti hai aur tray rakh kar wapas kitchen ki taraf jaati hai.

tabhi main gate se pratap ki entry hoti hai.
pratap simple kurta me, haath me phone, thoda tired sa — lekin aankhon me familiar warmth.

azhar (muskurate hue):
arey pratap bhai, aa jaiye…
asad turant uth kar thoda respect se khada ho jata hai.

pratap (smile ke saath, haath jodte hue):
salaam, beta. welcome welcome. kab aaye? sab theek raha?

asad:
jee uncle, sab theek. koi pareshani nahi hui.

pratap table ke ek kone pe baith jaate hain, taz ke opposite. plate milti hi woh khana shuru karte hain. fir thoda pause lekar asad se casually bolte hain:
[b]pratap:
[/b]
beta maaf karna... humari wajah se tumhe itni pareshani uthani padi...

asad (aadaab jese andaz me):
arey uncle, don't worry... aisi koi baat nahi. it's okay.

yeh sunkar pratap ek second ke liye arjun ki taraf dekhte hain. arjun tab tak biryani me nimbu nichod raha hota hai, kuch zyada hi lagan se.
fir pratap asad se seedhe bolte hain:

pratap (casually):
beta, abse tum humare ghar reh lena... arjun ke sath.

yeh sunkar asad ki nazar automatically arjun ki taraf jaati hai.
arjun ke gale me tabhi ek bada sa chicken ka tukda atak jata hai.

arjun:
khh... khhhkhhh... (hadddd...) khhhh…

sab log ghabra jaate hain.

azhar:
arre arjun beta, paani do koi!

shanu bhi daud kar ek glass uthati hai. taz, jo arjun ke bagal me baitha hota hai, use pith par sehlane ke bahane teen chaar dhadd se thappad jhad deta hai:

taz:
nikal, nikallll... Abey nikalleee... Bahut begherat murga hai,lagta hai ab subah hi niklega*

arjun (aankhon se paani nikalte hue, special effects ke sath paani peene lagta hai)
asad thoda awkward sa feel karta hai, baaki sab log arjun ke upar jhuke hote hain.

shanu ek slow laugh control karti hai, taz sirf “kaand ho gaya” wali muskan deta hai.

pratap:
beta thoda dhyan se... sirf chawal hi hai wo

arjun ek fake smile deta hai, lekin andar se bas ek hi dialogue goonj raha hota hai —
Kya yaar daddy sab jagah khud ki hushyari

ARJUN'S ROOM – NIGHT – COMEDY MODE

gate khulta hai... arjun ek haath me asad ka heavy bag le kar aa raha hota hai, dusre haath se apne room ka door struggle kar ke kholta hai.

arjun (mutters):
sab kuch mujhe hi karna hota hai, shaadi bhi main hi kara du kya...

asad seedha, saf-saf kadmon se uske peeche aata hai, ek haath me bottle, doosre me neatly folded shawl.

arjun (andar ghuste hi):
Haan to... yeh raha tera bed... aur yeh meri side hai. please us taraf mat soyiye, maine wahan apni dreams set kiye hai.

asad (polite smile ke sath):
oh no worries, main isi taraf sone ki aadat mein hoon.

arjun (sarcasm me):
wah, kya baat hai, ek aur habit list mein add kar lein.

arjun uska bag table pe rakh deta hai, aur bed ki chaddar theek karne lagta hai. thoda under his breath bol raha hota hai:

arjun:
hostel nahi, 5 star hotel chalu kar diya hai maine...

asad meanwhile friendly mood me baatein shuru karta hai:

asad:
waise tumhare ghar ka interior kaafi minimalistic hai, soothing hai... kaun decide karta hai yeh sab?

arjun (deadpan)
Papa aur bijli ka bill... dono milke.

tabhi door se shanu enter karti hai. aankhon me full smirk. arjun ko bed ki chaddar kheenchte hue dekhti hai.

shanu (teasing):
wah bhai, bahut acha kaam kar raha hai tu,

arjun (ghoorte hue):

shanu (hands on waist):
main to bas keh rahi thi ki Asad bhai se itni gehri dosti hi gayi, not bad not bad

asad awkwardly smile karta hai, aur politely bolta hai:
asad:
uh... main neeche chalta hoon, aap log... siblings talk karein.

wo sidhiya utar kar living room ki taraf chala jaata hai.

CUT TO:
INT. LIVING ROOM – NIGHT

pratap newspaper padha rahe hote hain, madhu chadar fold kar rahi hoti hain.

madhu (smile ke sath):
haan beta, aao baitho... kaisa laga ghar

asad:
bahut warm... aur arjun or shanu bhi bahut ache, help bhi karte hai bahut ache sansakr diye aapne apne bacho ko

Pratap or Madhu proudly muskurate hai
BACK TO ARJUN’S ROOM
shanu:
tune kya socha hai? ab agla move kya hai?

arjun:
abhi to yeh bed ka chilla sambhal raha hoon, abhi tu ja... Mujhe kuch sochne de

Or shanu uske room se chali jati hai or arjun par camere zoom karta hai

Arjun ka room (temporary asad's room) – morning  8:30 am
room me halki sunlight aa rahi hai. arjun bed pe baithe baithe chappal pahen raha hota hai. asad abhi fresh hone gaya hota hai. tabhi door khulta hai…

shanu ek tray leke aati hai — uspe nashta, chai, aur ek folded napkin.

shanu (softly):
suno, yeh nashta asad bhai ke liye hai. zyada touch mat karna, unhe OCD hai.

arjun (gehra saans leke):
ah… khushbu-e-ta’am ne meri rooh ko jhanjhor diya hai.

shanu (ruk ke):
kya bola?

tabhi asad fresh ho ke aata hai, sab normal ho jaate hain… arjun asad ki taraf nazar jhuka ke ek extra adab bhara salaam thokta hai:

arjun:
adab arz hai janab, aapke qadam mere kamre ko nur se roshan kar rahe hain.

asad (awkward pause):
acha… good morning.

Shanu bas unhe dekhti rehti hai or chali jaati hai,
Thodi der baad sab log zaheer ke ghar par jama hote hai or baatein kar rahe hote hai ki

Shanu or arjun dining par hote hai ki tabhi taz bhi waha aata hai

arjun (nashta ki taraf dekhte hue):
yakni se labraiz yeh nashta… meri jazbaat ki tadap ko sukoon deta hai.

shanu (shock me tray pakde hue):
tujhe kya ho gaya hai arjun?

arjun (dukhi chehra banake):
raat bhar urdu… bas urdu… sirf urdu…
“chaand bhi sharma gaya, taare bhi behosh ho gaye… aur main…”

taz (arjun ko dekhte hi):
arre yeh to sach me pagal ho gaya…

arjun (dramatically, udhar hi jhaank kar):
taz… mere andar ek naya arjun jag gaya hai… ab main arjun nahi… “ashar ul mehfil” hoon.

shanu (chod ke hans padti hai):
ashar ul mehfil? abey kya chutiyapa hai yeh?

taz (funny curiosity se):
tera pichwada kaise theek hai phir? itna urdu ghusa hai to peeche se kuch to nikalta hoga…

arjun (ghoorte hue):
abey hatt! chhupkar mere jazbaat ki masti na bhang kar.

taz (hans ke):
bhai main to sirf checking kar raha tha, kahin “ghazal” nikal ke na bhaag jaye.

Trip Planning & Prep
INT. ZAHEER’S LIVING ROOM – AFTERNOON
sab log – arjun, shanu, zaheer, asma, ammu, asad, taz – zaheer ke ghar ke living room mein baithe hote hain. thoda masti, thodi bore vibes. shanu bored hoke boleti hai:

Azharsab logo se)
Jao bacho asad ko kahi ghuma kar lao , pure din ghar pe bore ho rahe ho.

taz:
haan matlab insaniyat bhi chilla chilla ke keh rahi hai – “nikal lo bhai!”

zaheer:
kahaan?

asma:
city tour jaisa kuch? jaipur mein hi… amber fort, johri bazaar, hawa mahal maybe?

arjun (zaheer ki taraf ek look dekar):
haan chalo, kahin aise jagah chalte hain jahan logon ka asli chehra dikh jaye.

zaheer (half-smirk):
Kuch logon ka asli chehra mirror mein bhi horror lagta hai.

asad:
main pehli baar aa raha hoon jaipur, toh tum sab pe guide wali zimmedaari hai.

ammu (casually):
haan... toh shanu guide banegi, sabko ache se ghuma degi.

arjun ammu ki taraf dekhta hai, but ammu koi reaction nahi deti. bas phone screen par nazar fix

Arjun & Shanu ka Pre-trip Scene (Apne Ghar par)
Arjun chhat pe shirt pehente huye udasi se kehta hai: “Dekhna, trip mein uska haath pakad lega, ek selfie le lega, bas mera kya rahega…”
Shanu masti mein bolti hai: “Tu tension na le. Ammu smart hai, Asad bhai se impress hone wali nahi hai itni asaani se.”
Arjun sarcastic: “Smart to hai, tabhi to mujhe bhool gayi.”
Shanu uska cheek pull karti hai: “Bas kar crybaby. Chal, mazaak karte hain, trip enjoy kar.”

arjun (combing his hair, mirror ke saamne):
tu sure hai wo Asad nahi jaane wala direct uske saath ride pe?

shanu (sandwich khaate hue):
paka. aur tu bhi trip mein “aankhon se sorry” bol sakta hai. kab tak napkin pe likhega?

arjun (smiles):
yaar... agar ammu ka dil backspace hota na, toh kab ka delete kar chuka hota yeh sab.

shanu (mock cheerleader tone):
give me an A – Arjun!
give me an M – Move on!
arjun hansi rokta hai aur jacket pehenta hai

arjun:
bas itna jaanta hoon... agar usne meri taraf ek baar dekha bhi... toh main jeet gaya.
cut to...

Trip Begins – Starting Point: Amer Fort
Sab ek van me aate hai jo taz arrange karta hai
Arjun late aata hai, aur dekhta hai ki Ammu Asad ke sath khadi hai — Asad usse soft voice mein kuch samjha raha hai, Ammu ka face expressionless hai.
Arjun aankhen chhoti karke dekhta hai, lekin Ammu ki taraf se koi response nahi aata.
Inside the Fort – Guided Moments

Guide koi historical baat batata hai,

subah 10 baje tak sab jaipur ke ek iconic spot — nahargarh fort ke gate par milte hain. asma aur shanu thoda sa overexcited hain. ammu thodi shant aur reserved, lekin ready. asad casually confident hota hai, sabke sath mix hone ki koshish me. arjun, taz, aur zaheer thoda peeche khade — arjun ka focus seedha ammu par, lekin aankhon me ek plan chhupa hota hai. taz already apni chalaki ready rakhta hai.

asad-ammu scenes (subtle moments):
jaise hi sab pahadon ke taraf chadhai karte hain, asad thoda aage badhkar ammu se baat karne lagta hai:
"tumhe hills pasand hain? mujhe lagta hai yeh silence kuch keh raha hota hai..."
ammu uski taraf dekhti hai, lekin kuch nahi bolti, sirf ek halki si neck nod.
picnic spot pe sab baith kar snacks le rahe hote hain. asad fir ammu ke paas aake baithta hai aur usse ek poetry sunane lagta hai. ammu uski taraf dekhti hai, react nahi karti — just gaze me absorb karti hai uske shabdon ko, lekin kuch nahi kehti.

ek chhoti si incident hoti hai jaha ek bandar snack le jata hai asma ke haath se, to sab haste hain — asad ammu ki taraf dekh kar bolta hai, "aap toh dare nahi?" ammu ke lips thoda twitch karte hain — jaise bas muskurane hi wali ho, lekin ruk jaati hai.

Ghumte huye asad Ammu se puchta hai
Asad turn karke Ammu se poochta hai: “You like history?”

Ammu bas sir hila deti hai. Asad quietly continue karta hai, “Yeh place mujhe peaceful lagta hai... jaise kisi ne kuch sambhal kar rakha ho.”
Ammu uske tone ko notice karti hai, lekin kuch nahi bolti. Sirf ek faint nod.
Arjun peechhe khada hota hai, aur Taz ke kaan me bolta hai: “Awaaz me shayari ghusa ke baat kar raha hai, kya zarurat hai?”

Taz: “Tum dono me farq hai bhai… tu Manoj Bajpai jaisa sound karta hai, wo aaj ka Ali Zafar.”

arjun, taz aur shanu ka plan in action:
taz bahut smartly ek selfie idea deta hai: "ammu, tu aur arjun yaha rock ke edge pe selfie le! asad bhai, aap shanu ke sath us taraf chaliye na background better hoga!"
asad kuch samajh nahi paata aur shanu uska haath kheench kar le jaati hai. arjun quietly smile karta hai.

nahargarh fort ke ek quiet corner me — late afternoon
sun halka dhal raha hota hai. sab thak kar picnic mats pe baith gaye hote hain. asma aur shanu kuch snacks pack kar rahi hoti hain, zaheer ek railing pe baitha city ka view le raha hota hai.
arjun aur taz ek bench pe side me baithte hain, dono ka focus ek hi jagah: asad.
asad kuch distance par, ek baar phir se ammu ke paas jaane ki koshish me hota hai, lekin jaise hi wo 2 steps aage badhta hai, shanu usse “asad bhai photo lena hai aapka, idhar aaiye!” bol kar uska raasta kaat deti hai.

arjun (slow clap karta hai)
kya timing hai behen ki. mujhe toh lagta hai isse hum asad-se-dur-abhiyaan ka brand ambassador bana dena chahiye.

taz (nakhun chabate hue)
bhai, main toh keh raha hoon humari team ka naam hona chahiye — "operation sher ke saamne billi."

arjun (halki smile ke sath)
aur billi bas uski taraf dekhti hai...
(jhaank kar ammu ki taraf dekhta hai — ammu asad ki taraf ek baar dekhti hai, phir nazar hata leti hai)

taz (taunt maarte hue)
yeh toh wohi baat ho gayi... asad bhai shayari padhte ja rahe hain, aur ammu andar hi andar bol rahi hai: ‘kaun hai yeh prani, aur kis bhasha mein bol raha hai?’

arjun (halki hansi ke sath)
bas ek kaam reh gaya hai... asad ke aage ek whiteboard laga doon, uspe likh doon — "ammu yaha nahi milegi, agla stop Delhi hai."

taz (laughing hard)
arre bhai, tune notice kiya — jab ammu ne bottle kholi, asad ne usse yeh tak bol diya:
"main bhi bottle hoon... band hoon... par ander jazbaat ubal rahe hain..."

arjun (facepalm)
aur tu notice kar... ammu ke reaction — zero. koi reaction nahi. jaise Airtel 2G pe whatsapp chala raha ho.

taz (dramatic voice me)
"yeh ladki khamoshi se maar deti hai..."
(pause)
jaise shayari me interest ho hi nahi bechari ko...

arjun (relaxing into the bench)
abhi shaam tak na, yeh khud hi bolega: "mujhe ghar jaana hai, mere log mujhe dhoondh rahe hain
taz (sarcasm full on)

arre ghar kya bhai, isko toh seedha poetry rehab bhejna chahiye ek mahina no ghazal, no urdu... sirf jethalal aur tarak mehta.

(background me asad phir ammu ke paas jaane ki try karta hai, lekin is baar arjun khud uth ke uske aur ammu ke beech aa jata hai)

arjun (sweet smile ke sath)
"tumhare liye paani leke aaya hoon asad bhai, thoda pee lo... garmi zyada hai yahaan."

asad thoda confused hota hai, smile karta hai lekin peeche hat jaata hai.
taz dur se thumbs up karta hai arjun ko. arjun slight head tilt me usse “i know” waali look deta hai

jal mahal ke kinare — shaam ke waqt, hawa me thandak hai, lake ka paani shaant hai.
Final Stop – Sunset Point (Jal Mahal)
Sab log photos le rahe hote hain.
Asad casually bolta hai: “Sunsets mujhe udasi aur umeed dono lagte hain.”

Ammu uski taraf dekhti hai… ek second rukti hai… fir apni nazar hata leti hai.
Arjun thoda door ek bench pe baitha sab dekh raha hota hai — uske chehre pe mix expression: guilt, jealousy, aur thoda dard.

ek scenic point par sab photo le rahe hote hain arjun camera leke sabki group photo ke liye rush karta hai, aur ammu ko intentionally middle me khada karta hai jab asad left side me try karta hai to taz suddenly aake uska haath pakad ke usse dusri side le jata hai.group ke sab log thode thak chuke hote hain. backdrop me dhoop dhal rahi hoti hai lake ke upar orange-golden reflection.ek shant aur khubsurat scene.

zaheer ek bench par aaram se baitha hota hai, mobile scroll karte hue.shanu aur asma chaat ke stall ke paas kuch snacks le rahi hoti hain.arjun aur taz ek chhoti si boundary wall par baithe hote hain  dono ka focus wahi: asad.
asad, ek baar phir se, ammu ke thoda kareeb jaane ki koshish karta hai, lekin…

taz (slowly, side se arjun ko bolta hai)
aa gaya… sher fir se field me…
arjun (calmly)
haan… aur billi ab bhi bilkul silent mode me hai.

[asad walks slowly towards ammu]
ammu lake ki taraf dekh rahi hoti hai, aankhon me ek thakaan, ek udaasi si.
asad uske paas aata hai, soft voice me…

asad:
tum thak gayi ho shayad… paani chahiye?

ammu (bina dekhe, thoda sir hilake)
nahi… theek hoon.
asad thoda aur kuch kehne ki koshish karta hai, lekin ammu ka bas ek short “hmm” uske muh pe tala lagaa deta hai.

asad phir lake ki taraf dekh kar baat karta hai…
“paani ki tarah kuch rishte bhi hote hain… jitna sametne ki koshish karo, beech se nikal jaate hain…”

arjun (door se, taz ke kaan me)
abey, paani se analogy maar raha hai. agle moment me is lake me kood jaayega.

taz (acting like asad)
"main jal mahal ke paas, jal jaa raha hoon… ammu…"

cut to: arjun thoda casual chaal me ammu ke paas jaata hai — lekin directly nahi, balki asad ke aur ammu ke beech thoda sa distance cover karta hai. ek peepal ka patta uthaata hai aur ammu ke paas laker bolta hai:]

arjun:
tumhare jhooth bolne wale fan ka patta gira tha…
tumhara toh nahi?
ammu uski taraf dekhti bhi nahi, sirf ek corner smile… par aankhon me koi spark nahi.
arjun halka sa awkward feel karta hai, wapas taz ke paas chala jata hai.

taz (slowly)
kya mila patta uthaake, mohabbatein ke shah rukh khan

arjun (sigh)
bas itna mila ke… mujhe ab bhi farq padta hai

cut to: sab log ready ho rahe hote hain return ke liye]
shanu group ko ek circle me bulaati hai.

shanu:
chalo chalo sab, driver uncle bol rahe hain jaldi chalo, nahi to jam lag jaayega.

sab log slowly chalne lagte hain — group ke almost aakhri pair me ammu hoti hai, uske thoda peeche arjun.ammu lake ke reflection me khud ko dekhti haiek pal ke liye arjun bhi ruk jaata hai — uska aankhon me sirf guilt.ammu slowly murti hai — dono ki aankhein milti hain.arjun halka sa sir jhuka deta hai.ammu… ek second zyada dekhti hai, phir aage badh jaati hai.arjun wahi ruk jata hai.

cut to: bus ka door band ho raha hota hai]

zaheer:
sab baith gaye?

shanu (andar se chillate hue)
haan! bas taz reh gaya…

taz:
main toh har jagah reh jaata hoon…(breaking 4th wall ) is kahani me bhi side role ban kar
sab hans padte hain.

[Greenwood]

Update 29



jaipur ke ek heritage-style rooftop restaurant — shaam ka waqt, halki-halki roshni, sheher ki skyline dikh rahi hoti hai. sab log ek bade se table par baithe hain — hawa me halka sa sukoon, lekin table par halke-fulke tensions aur banter ki chhoti leheren.
setup: table arrangement
zaheer, shanu, taz ek side.
asma, arjun, ammu, asad opposite side.
waiter menu de chuka hai. sab thoda settle ho chuke hain.

Asad
Aap vegetarian hai ya sab kuch chalta hai

Arjun(whisper to taz)
Sala,kya natak kar raha hai ?
Usey maloom nahi kya ki wo kasai ki beti hai

taz (uske kan me):
yeh toh full asad-e-azam ban gaya… aake tumhari shahzadi ko hi impress kar raha hai.

arjun (bina dekhe):
meri shahzadi kisi ki nahi… bas khamosh hai abhi.

taz:
haa, khamoshi mein hi dard chipka hota hai…
tumhare dono ki chhup wali love story ab toh mute film ban chuki hai.

taz (serioulsy waiter ki taraf dekhte hue):
bhaiya... ek chicken lababdar, do garlic naan, aur ek emotional support chahiye... thoda dil bhi tod ke laana plate mein.

arjun (sir pe haath maar ke):
tu waiter se order kar raha hai ya breakup discuss kar raha hai?

taz (whsiper to arjun ):
tera hi breakup hai beta

asad (soft tone me ammu se):
aapko spicy pasand hai ya mild? yahan ke lal maas ke baare me suna hai…

ammu (light smile ke saath):
zyada spicy nahi… but haan, taste hona chahiye.

asad:
toh ek kaam karte hain, milke ek combo try karte hain. main order de deta hoon?

ammu (sirf halki si nazar mila kar):
thik hai… (phir turant dusri taraf dekh leti hai)

azhar ka ghar – shaam ka waqt, trip se sab log wapas aa chuke hain
location setup:
andar drawing room me halki-thandi roshni, ek steel ka flask me chai rakhi hai, center table pe biscuit aur mathri ka plate. azhar, pratap, aur madhu ek formal-yet-warm post-trip catch-up mode me baithe hain.

azhar (halka sa chai sip lete hue):
safar theek raha na? sab bache time pe wapas aa gaye?

madhu (smiling, thoda relaxed):
haan haan… sab theek tha. bache bhi kaafi enjoy kar rahe the.

pratap (apne style me halki muskaan ke saath):
aur sabse badi baat, kisi ne kisi ko ghaseeta nahi... to trip safal maana jaye!

azhar (halki si muskaan ke sath):
yeh bhi sahi hai… warna humare zaheer ka mood chhoti baaton pe off ho jata hai.

arjun ke ghar ka raat ka waqt – 10:45 pm
(ghar shaant hai… neeche ke kamre ki lights bandh ho chuki hain, sirf arjun ke room ka light jal raha hai)
int. arjun’s bedroom – night
asad bed par baitha hai, ek haath me phone, dusra haath aankhon ke pass…
kaano me ammu ki awaaz hai, jo abhi halke tone me usse kuch keh rahi hai.

asad (phone pe smile karte hue):
haan haan… mujhe yaad hai tumhe coffee me kam chini pasand hai.
waise tumne bola nahi trip pe tum sabse zyada enjoy kis moment me kiya?

(phone ke dusre taraf se ammu kuch softly reply karti hai, asad halka sa hans deta hai)

asad (muskurate hue):
main bas chahta hoon ke agle do din me hum acche se baat karein… bina kisi interruption ke.

(ye last line arjun sun leta hai… jo bathroom se nikal kar towel le raha tha. uska towel haath me ruk jaata hai.)
arjun (andar hi andar):
interruption chahiye? milta hai… full package me milega.

cut to: terrace – night breeze, balcony ki grill se roshni aa rahi hai
arjun hoodie pehne hue chhat par aa gaya hai… saath me ek chhoti si coke bottle le aaya.
wo chhat ke edge pe jaa kar khada hota hai, aasman ki taraf dekhta hai… kuch der khamosh

arjun (apne aap se):
kar beta kuch kar… nahi to yeh qawwali ka asad… le jayega teri ammu ko.

teri baari hai… tune sabki help ki… sabke setup me mastermind ban gaya…

ab kya? apne liye kuch nahi karega?
(pause, ek deep breath)

tumhara naam arjun hai ya background mein sad tune bajta hai?
(fir halka sa laugh nikalta hai khud pe)

arjun (chhoti si shetani smile ke saath):
ab karunga… iski sarafaraz aur noushin ek.
main banunga is mohabbat ki puri "screenplay"…

camera sirf uske face pe zoom karta hai… ek mischievous sparkle uski aankhon me..

[b]next morning – 9:15 am, zaheer ke ghar ke samne wali gali
[/b]
jaipur ki thodi dusty par khushnuma subah. thoda sa dhoop, thoda sa hawa… aur beech gali ke kona pe taz ki wohi purani, slightly dented white traveller van khadi hai. uske upar ek sticker laga hai:

“CHALTE RAHO: jaane kaha le jaye zindagi”

andar se horn bajta hai – loud, annoying aur bilkul taz style.

"peep! peep!"

taz (driver seat se chilla ke):
"ae trip waalon! apne dard, tension aur shampoo bottle lekar aajao! van ready hai, driver mood me hai!"

cut to: zaheer ke ghar ka gate
shanu ek cute si sling bag pehne, chashma adjust karte huye arjun ko ghoorti hai jo bas ek haath me bottle aur dusre me phone leke "cool dude" banne ki koshish kar raha hai.

shanu (sarcastically):
"lagta hai tu trip pe nahi, ad shoot pe nikla hai…"

arjun (smirking):
"camera kaha hai fir? tumhari aankhon me?"

shanu:
"cheesy mat ho... van me baith aur jaldi chalu kar, nahi to ammu Asad ke sath selfie le legi hawa mahal ke samne."

ye line sunkar arjun ka chehra thoda sa tight ho jaata hai.
wo bottle ka lid twist karta hai, lekin aankhon me wohi silent fire.

cut to: ammu gate se nikalti hai – simple white kurti, dupatta loosely shoulder pe, jootiyan pehnte hue. asma uske piche-piche aa rahi hai.

zaheer (ammu se halki awaaz me):
"tu kuch zyada khush to nahi dikh rahi is trip ke liye?"

ammu (halka sa smile karke):
"acha lagta hai sheher dekhna… kuch logon ko samajhna…"

zaheer kuch bolta nahi. bas uske bag ka zip check karta hai.

cut to: van ke andar hustle bustle
arjun front seat pe baithne ki koshish karta hai lekin taz usse rok deta ha

taz: "arre arre arre… yeh seat reserved hai… driver ke ego ke liye."

asma aur shanu middle seat pe window ke pass ladh rahi hoti hai

asma: "mujhe chakkar aate hai andar bethne me!"

shanu: "mujhe chakkar aate hai tujhe sunke!"

asad late entry leta hai… white linen kurta me… “kaafi composed” look.

wo ammu ke paas jaane ki koshish karta hai lekin taz uske haath me chips ka packet thama deta hai.

taz: "yeh lo snacks… akele kha lena, humari ammu roze pe hai."

Asad(confuse)
Abhi konsa roza taz bhai

Taz(side glance)
Shaban ka roza

Asad(smirk)
Kuch bhi bolte ho taz bhai

Taz (whisper himself)
Bhag OCD ke...

Or van chal padti.... cut to: road shots – pink city ke narrow lanes, old buildings… window se hawa me udta dupatta, arjun ki aankhen rear mirror se ammu ko dekhti hai… ammu bilkul neutral.

asad ek do baar baat karne ki koshish karta hai – ammu sirf "hmm" ya "haan" me jawab deti hai.

taz background me remix bajata hai
"punjabi beat me… old rajasthani folk!"
sab hans padte hain.
arjun bas aankhon me ek mission leke baitha hai – “aaj ammu aur asad ki doori pakki”.


hawa mahal ke paas – late afternoon

sunlight thodi mellow ho chuki hai, hawa mahal ke peechhe ek narrow gali jahan tourist stalls lagi hui hain — ek side famous chaat wala thela, ek taraf pani puri stall jahan log line laga ke khade hain. thodi si hustle-bustle, thoda laughter, aur beech me apne jaipur gang — arjun, shanu, ammu, asad, taz, zaheer, asma.
sabke haath me chaat ke plates hain — dahi papdi, aloo tikki, moong dal pakodi, aur pani puri. sabke chehre khile hue hain. light wind me ammu ka dupatta udta hai, aur asad thoda awkwardly usse pakad ke deta hai.

asad (polite tone):
"tumhara dupatta… kahin ud jata to hawa mahal ke jharokhon me fans jata."

ammu (halke se muskura kar):
"shukriya…"

door khadi shanu yeh sab silently observe kar rahi hai. uske paas asma hai, jo apne golgappe me extra mirchi dalwa ke zindagi se lad rahi hai.

cut to: pani puri stall ke paas
taz ek haath me golgappa leke, dusre haath se chutney adjust karte hue mouth open karke ready hai — full attack mode me…

taz (self-talk):
Inka to kuch ho nahi sakta,sidha ammu ke nikaah ka khana hi khayega ab ye

bas jaise hi paani puri muh me daalne hi wala hota hai…
arjun peeche se aake uska collar pakadta hai
taz ka gola phans jaata hai
[b]"ghrrr… gurrr… abeyyyyy!"[/b]

[b][b]arjun (teeth clenched):[/b][/b]
"tu yeh khaane aaya hai kya behn ke takke?"

taz (golgappa haath me, aadha muh me):
"to aur kya karun? 2 din se koi plan nahi, koi naya chakkar nahi… bas dekhta jaa raha hoon tu kaise har baar haar raha hai!

arjun:
"abey kisne kaha plan nahi hai… main hoon na… aur plan bhi ready hai."

taz:
"acha… kya plan? koi love letter? ya ‘sawan me lag gayi aag’ style dance karega?"

arjun (nazdeek le jaa kar uske kaan me whisper karta hai

taz (eye wide open):
"abeyyyy! tu toh baap nikla! pura CID wala scene bana diya…"

Taz acting seriously)
Lekin yeh karega koun

Arjun Taz ko taraf dekh kar ek thank you wali smile karta hai,

Taz rone jaise muh banate huye)
Ohh main kyu, sab ulta sidha kaam mujhse kyu...

Arjun:
Dekh wese bhi to tere waste ho rahe hai, kisi ke kaam hi aa jayenge

Taz(full acting)
Ye kya baat Hui, humara humara nahi kya... Aage to kaam padega na

Arjun (orderly)
Tujhe to yeh karna hi hoga taz, chal beta very good mere sher...

Or wo taz ke hath me ek packet deta hai, jispe taz ek ajeeb sa muh banata hai... Or arjun aankho se use kehta hua chal chal very good...

arjun (dead serious):
"dekh… iss baar ammu ko asad se door rakhna hai. ye plan chal gaya toh next 24 ghante wo Ammu ke aas paas bhi nahi dikhega

taz (chewing last soggy puri, proud tone me):
"mere sher… ab maza aayega!"

cut to: group wide shot
shanu, ammu, asad, zaheer, asma — sab enjoy kar rahe hain, zaheer golgappa wale se argue kar raha hai

"bhaiya aur teekha dena, yeh kya bacchon wali mirchi daali hai?"

shanu (teasing smile ke sath):
Sweet logo ke liye itna hi kafi hai zaheer

arjun taz ko back me pat karta hai, dono ek dusre ko aankhon me aankh

mall food court – evening
hawa mahal ke outing ke baad sab log ek modern mall ke food court me aa gaye hain. crowd thoda kam hai, ac ki thandi hawa sabko sukoon de rahi hai. corner table par sab ke sab baithe hain — zaheer, asma, shanu, arjun, taz, asad, aur ammu. sabke haath me alag alag flavoured ice creams hain — chocolate chip, mango swirl, strawberry scoop, pista kulfi…

camera slow pan karta hai sabke faces pe — relaxed, smiling, thoda thaka hua vibe lekin bonding full strong.

taz sabse pehle comment karta hai:

taz (ek bada bite leke):
"main batata hoon sabse bekaar flavour kaun sa hai… yeh pista. na yeh green hai na tasty... Ekdm fraud

asma (nakhre se):
"tumhara mooh hi problem hai. pista classy log khaate hain, jo haldi nahi… elegance pasand karte hain."

taz:
Jo jyada khata hai pista uska kabhi nahi aata rishta...

sab hansi chhupa ke muskurate hain.
arjun thoda off side baitha hota hai, par uski aankhein ammu aur asad ke direction me hoti hain.

asad casually ammu se kuch pooch raha hota hai:
asad (soft tone me):
"tumhe kaunsa flavour pasand hai? agar guess karne du toh main kahunga… coffee walnut?"

ammu (light smile, nazar nahi milate):
"guess karna band karo… aur khud ka ice cream sambhlo."

asad thoda confuse hoke chup ho jaata hai. arjun ne sun liya hota hai.

arjun (taz ke ear me slowly):
"dekh… jab tak asad flavour guess karta rahega, tab tak main plan guess kar raha hoon… aur next hit tere upar hai."

taz:
"main ready hoon mere sher. bas bata kab acting start karni hai."

shanu side se overhear karti hai aur arjun ko aankhon se warning deti hai:

shanu (slow tone):
"drama karna hai toh kam se kam ice cream ke baad karo. varna tumhare kaan me ye cone ghusa dungi."

ARJUN 
"haan haan… baba, bas dekh raha hoon…"

cut to: asma aur zaheer ka mini banter

asma:
"tumhe chocolate fudge pasand hai kyun? bachpan me bhi yehi lete the na?"

zaheer:
"bachpan me kya… abhi bhi le raha hoon. loyalty naam ki bhi cheez hoti hai. tum log toh mood ke saath flavours badal lete ho."

asma:
"aur tum toh mood ke saath baal cut kar lete ho. pichli baar mushroom banwa liya tha."

zaheer (defensive):
"wo barber ne bola tha korea style. mujhe kya pata tha kimchi ka cousin bana dega."

sab hansi nahi rok pate.
ammu finally ek soft glance arjun ki taraf karti hai lekin jaise hi arjun smile karne lagta hai, ammu fir se dusri taraf dekh leti hai.
[b][b]arjun ka smile wahi freeze ho jata hai… aur uski ice cream melt hone lagti hai.[/b][/b]

[b][b][b]arjun (whispering to himself):[/b][/b][/b]
"yeh bhi usi ki tarah… thoda naram, thoda thanda, par andar se melt kar dene wala."

taz (sun ke chillaata hai):
"abey kya poetry kar raha hai cone ke upar ? Pagal ho gaya kya...

Taz (looking at arjun)
Bhai ek baar or sochle kahi teri kulfi ki tarah meri kulfi bhi na pighalne lag jaye


Arjun (hardly)
Abey ek do baar se kuch nahi hota, chal chal shabash

scene fades with group laughter aur mall ke background music me soft beats baj rahe hote hain…

ice cream khatam ho chuki hai, sab halka relaxed ho chuke hain. sab apne apne phone check kar rahe hain, ya aankhon aankhon me masti chal rahi hai. usi beech taz table se uthta hai bina kuch bole — sab uski non-stop bakbak ke aadat se waaqif hain, to kisi ne kuch poocha bhi nahi.

taz quietly ek bag uthata hai — jisme uska personal towel aur spray hota hai — aur mall ke toilet ki taraf chala jaata hai.

cut to:

INT. MALL WASHROOM CORRIDOR – CONTINUOUS

arjun aur asad ek saath handwash area me aa jaate hain — ek awkward coincidence. dono ek dusre ko dekhta hai, fir wash basin ke samne parallel khade ho jaate hain.

moment bhar silence… sirf tap se girte paani ki awaaz.

asad (mirror me arjun ki aankhon me dekhte hue):
"tumhara ice cream melt ho gaya tha... aur tum fir bhi usse dekh rahe the."

Arjun
Kyu, usme kya hua... Tumhara ice cream pighalta to tum nahi dekhte kya

asad (towel uthate hue):
main ice cream se loyal hoon… flavours badalne wale logon jaisa nahi."

arjun (light smile ke saath):
"acha… toh tumhe lagta hai ki wo flavour badal degi?"

Asad( sarcastic)
Badalwa ke rahunga,  

arjun (sarcasm bhare tone me):
"tumhe lagta hai tum vanilla ho, par real me tum villaina ho

asad (mirror se aankh nahi hatata):
"tumhare paas jokes hain, mere paas waqt hai… dekhte hain kis kaam aata hai."

Arjun use dekhte reh jata hai ki ise kahi kuchh maloom to nahi chal gaya... Or Asad handwash karke wapas chala jata hai group ke paas

MALL HALLWAY – CONTINUOUS

arjun aur asad opposite sides me nikal jaate hain, dono ka face calm… lekin andar se volcano.
ammu aur asma fir se backtrack karti hai table ki taraf… aur ammu aankh chhupa ke ek chhoti si smile fir se daba leti hai.
[b][b][b]scene fade hota hai… music background me bajta hai — ek halka sa mischievous theme.[/b][/b][/b]

[Greenwood]

Update 30



outskirts of jaipur – late afternoon
sab log hawa mahal ke baad taz ki van me ek aur jagah ghoomne nikalte hai — ek halka sa picnic vibe, chhoti si jagah jahan nature ka feel aaye. jaipur ke thode edge par ek wide ground jaisa area jahan kuch trees aur ek chhota sa broken chhappar (shed) hota hai.
scene opens inside the van:

shanu (window se bahar dekhte hue):
"lagta hai barish aane wali hai..."

taz (steering wheel par thap thap karte hue):
"barish aaye ya tufan, taz bhai ki van chalayegi — full throttle!"

van ek sudden jhatke se ruk jaati hai.
sab log aage ki taraf jhatak jaate hain.

arjun:
"arre oye... yeh kya kiya taz!"

taz (steering ghumate hue, panic mode):
"arre clutch gaya... ya engine... ya dono! ruk gayi madam! brake lag gayi zindagi mein!"
sab log van se nikalte hain.
tabhi... baadal garajte hain.
aur barish ekdum se tapak jaati hai
pehle halki, phir zor se.

asma (chillati hai):
"areyyy bhaagooo! phone bhi bheeg jayega!"
sab log haste haste ek chhote se chhappar ke neeche aa jaate hai.
wo chhappar kaafi purana aur chhota sa hota hai — sab adjust karte hain, shoulders touch hote hai, thoda crowded feel.

zaheer aur taz ab bhi van ke paas hain – try kar rahe hota hai dekhna ki kya kharab hua.
ek aur bijli chamakti hai, zor ki kadak.

taz (daudta hua aata hai):
"mujhe to spark yaha aaya... waha nahi!"
zaheer bhi uske peeche peeche bhaagta hai aur chhappar ke neeche aa jaata hai.
chhappar ke neeche situation:
sab log bhige hue, shoulder to shoulder. shanu zaheer ke ekdum paas khadi hoti hai, bijli chamakne ke zor se ek loud sound hoti hai...

shanu (ghabra kar):
"aaaaah!"
wo ekdum zaheer ke gale lag jaati hai.
zaheer ke liye sab kuch slow ho jaata hai  shanu ki wet hair, uski fragrance, uski breath.
uske haath hawa me hote hai, wo confuse hota hai ki kya kare.

zaheer (apne aap se, aankhen band karte hue):
.. yeh kya ho raha hai..."

lekin shanu ka fear real hota hai wo actually dar gayi thi, uski grip tight hai. zaheer dheere se apne haath uske peeth par rakh deta hai, awkwardly comforting way me. dono kuch nahi bolte.

dusri taraf – arjun, ammu, asad
bijli ek aur baar chamakti hai, ammu dar ke ek haath se arjun ka haath pakad leti hai.uski aankhen band hoti hain.

arjun (shock me, halki smile ke saath):
"bas yahi baarish chahiye thi "

asad (side me, sab dekh raha hota hai) — uske chehre par ek blank expression.arjun asad ki taraf dekh ke ek side smirk karta hai, jisme confidence bhi hota hai aur thoda wicked sa ego bhi.
jaise keh raha ho — "dekha? ab bhi connection wahi hai."

ammu dheere dheere realize karti hai ki wo arjun ka haath pakad rahi hai.wo turant haath chhodti hai aur aankhon se “sorry” jaisa kuch kehkar dusri side dekhti hai.

background me:
taz (andar se chillata hai):
"abe tum me se kon paapi hai, jisne humein yaha fasaya hai

asma:
"tujhe aise me bhi comedy sujhti hai taz?"

taz (mood me):
"mujhe to chhappar ke neeche bhi shaadi ka mandap lag raha hai... shanu-zaheer ka... arjun-ammu ka... aur main? main to paani puri wala

camera zooms out —
rain falling over the rusty chhappar.
andar sab log close hoke khade hain — har ek ke chehre par ek alag emotion — confusion, jealousy, attraction, calmness.

rain ke kuch der baad — same chhappar ke niche sab log khade hain, lekin ab barish dhimi ho chuki hai. halki si garmi, kapdon se halki bhaap uth rahi hai.
pani ke chhote chhote drops abhi bhi chhappar ke kinaare se gir rahe hain. hawa me mitti ki khushboo hai. sab log thode thande ho gaye hain... ek silence hai.
shanu + zaheer
zaheer chhappar ke edge par khada hota hai, kapdon se paani nichodta hua. shanu uske paas aati hai, uske haath me ek chhoti si toffee hoti hai (jo uske purse me bach gayi thi).

shanu (halki si muskurahat ke sath):
"tumhe dar lagta hai kya bijli se?"

zaheer (dekh kar):
"nahi. lekin aaj laga... jab tum gale lag gayi thi."
(phir halke se smile deta hai)

shanu (thoda awkwardly):
"woh... main dar gayi thi bas... itna zyada zor se..."

zaheer (interrupt karke, gently):
"pata hai. lekin... thank you. mujhe acha laga ki kisi ka dar mujhe mila."

dono thodi der chup rehte hain. phir shanu uski taraf toffee badhati hai.


zaheer:
"yeh kya?"

shanu:
I thought ki tumhe yeh chahiye hogi waise bhi bhige huye thode hott se lag rahe ho

zaheer fir khud ko dekhta hai do button khule baalo se pani behta shirt kandhe par upar chadhai hui or wo shanu ko ek smile deke ghum kar apne button band kar leta hai

ammu + asad
asad chhappar ke thode alag kone me hota hai, mobile screen ko paani se saaf karta hua. ammu paas aake khadi ho jaati hai — dono ek dusre ki taraf dekhte hain.

asad (narmi se):
"aaj tumne pehli baar mujhe haath nahi jhatka."

ammu (halki si aankhon me mazaak aur muskaan):
"kyunki bijli tum par nahi, mere paas chamki thi."

asad (thoda ruka hua):
"muje laga tum uncomfortable ho jaogi... par tumne..."

ammu:
"main observe kar rahi hoon. bas samajhne ki koshish."

asad (softly):
"main wahi hoon ammu... jise tum samajhna chahti ho."

ammu kuch nahi bolti. bas aankhon se ek nazar deti hai — na haan, na naa.
lekin asad us nazar me umeed padh leta hai.

arjun (solo moment + taz)
arjun thoda peeche chala gaya hota hai, ek tree ke neeche khada, hawa me haath failakar saans le raha hota hai.uske kapde geele, lekin chehra thoda light — uske andhar kuch to badla hai.

taz aata hai, haath me pani ki bottle:
"mere laayak koi kaam? ya yeh barish sirf hero-heroine ke liye hoti hai?"

arjun (halki si smile ke sath):
"kaam to hai... par aaj kaafi kuch dekh liya..."

taz:
"ammu ke haath ki garam chai bhi dekh li tune... aur uske haath bhi."

arjun:
"main jealousy feel kar raha hoon... par pehli baar, bina possessiveness ke."

taz:
"kaisa feel ho raha?"

arjun (aankhon me halka sa dard):
"jaise... pyaar ko pehli baar samjha ho. usse chhune se zyada uska khayal rakhna zaroori ho."

taz (aankho me nakli aansu):
"matlab... tu sudhar gaya, aaj tera baap kitna khush hoga

arjun (halki smirk ke saath):
"nahi bey. abhi toh villain mode on hoga... lekin mature villain."

sab log ek saath fir chhappar se bahar nikalte hain.
baarish bandh ho chuki hai, mitti me chalte chalte log haaste ja rahe hain.
camera zoom out karta hai — dhoop chhant chuki hai, jaipur ke skyline pe halki golden roshni chhayi hui hai.

van ke andar — shaam dhal chuki hai, sab log barish se bheege hue, thode thake hue lekin chehron par ek sukoon bhari muskaan hai. van ke windows se bahar ki roshni dheere dheere kam ho rahi hai.
background music slowly fades in — a soft romantic hindi song, jaise "phir le aaya dil" ya "tum se hi" jaise koi unplugged version.
van ke andar ek halka sa orange ambient light jal raha hai — thoda dreamy, thoda warm.

song ka mukhda bajta hai... camera slowly sab par glide karta hai:

tum se hi… tum se hi…”
[camera pan: asad & ammu]
asad window ke paas baitha hai, ammu uske bagal mein. dono kuch nahi bol rahe, lekin ek comfort zone hai beech mein.
asad halki nazar se ammu ko dekhta hai, jo baarish ke drops window pe dekh rahi hoti hai.
ammu jaise feel karti hai ki koi dekh raha hai, wo halki si nazar uski taraf ghoomati hai — sirf aankhon se.
asad dheere se smile karta hai. ammu aankh jhuka leti hai — uske geele baal gal par chipak gaye hain.

meri har kami ko hai tu laazmi…”
[camera pan: shanu & zaheer]
shanu aankh band karke thoda seat se takkar le rahi hoti hai, jaise halka jhoola ho.
zaheer saamne dekh raha hota hai, lekin uska haath behtareen timing pe halki se shanu ke kandhe tak aa jata hai — bina kuch bole.
shanu aankhen kholti hai, zaheer ko dekhti hai, thoda startled expression… phir soft smile.
zaheer sirf itna bolta hai aankhon se — “you’re safe.”
shanu halki si neck tilt karke sir uske kandhe pe rakh deti hai.

tum se hi din hota hai… surmayi shaam aati hai…”
[camera pan: arjun]
arjun window ke kone pe baitha hai, aankhen band — lekin aankhon ke kone se kabhi kabhi ammu ki side dekh raha hota hai.
uski aankhon me ek ajeeb sa dard aur shaitani dono hai.
jab asad aur ammu halki baat karte hain, arjun ka dil kuch thoda kheench jata hai.
wo fir apne phone me kuch likhta hai — koi line, shayari — lekin bhejta nahi.

tum se hi… tum se hi…”

[camera shift: taz (driving seat pe)]
taz mirror me sabka chehra dekh raha hota hai.
kabhi zaheer-shanu, kabhi asad-ammu, kabhi arjun…
fir wo khud se bolta hai:

taz (murmur):
"acha hai sabka love story chal raha hai… aur main... main steering se chipka hua prem chopra ban gaya hoon."

van me ek halke vibration jaisa environment — kisi ne kuch bola nahi, lekin sabki aankhon me kuch na kuch chal raha hai.
barish ki ek choti si lehar ab bhi window pe girti hai, lekin andar ek romantic si silence.
camera last me arjun ke phone screen pe zoom karta hai —
screen pe likha hota hai:
“teri khamoshi ne bola... ke bolna zaroori nahi.”
bina bheje hi wo message delete kar deta hai.

van city lights me chali ja rahi hai, jaipur ka ek khubsurat evening backdrop ke saath.

zaheer ki chhat – raat ka waqt
background: barbeque grill se dhuaan upar uth raha hai, halki light aur thandi hawa. chhat ke kone kone me dim fairy lights lagaye gaye hain. music bahut hi low volume par chal raha hai – ek purani ghazal ki unplugged tune.

camera glide karta hai chhat ke ek kone se dusre kone tak...
[corner 1: arjun & taz – cold drinks in hand]
arjun ne apne haath ki bottle se thoda sip liya aur aankhon se ammu aur asad ko taakke jaa raha tha.
taz bhi uske saath side-pose me khada hai, dono ki nazar ek hi jagah asad aur ammu.

taz (slow whisper):
“bhai… hamari heroine to smile bhi usi pe chhod rahi hai.”
arjun aankhon se zyada react nahi karta, bas neck thoda tilt karta hai jaise “hmm, dekha main kya keh raha tha”.

taz (casual teasing):
“tu tension mat le… tujhe dekh ke wo aankhon se mirchi daal rahi hai… ammu ke expression me ‘chaat masala’ aa gaya hai.”

arjun (dry tone, cold sip lete hue):
“iska masala kam karne ke liye hi to... plan chal raha hai, partner.”

cut to: center of the terrace – ammu & asad]
asad apne classic gentle tone me kuch share kar raha hota hai — shayad kisi trip ki yaad ya apne college ke waqt ka koi scene.
ammu uski baat sun rahi hoti hai, kabhi smile deti hai, kabhi sirf aankh se response.
lekin jaise hi arjun thoda move karta hai, ammu ki aankh waha shift ho jaati hai — ek second ka glance.
phir wapas asad ki taraf — par chehra soft smile me thoda twist le leta hai, jaise wo khud bhi samajh gayi ho ki apna dhyaan kahaan zyada hai.

asad (notice nahi karta, casually):
“kya main kuch boring bol raha hoon?”

ammu (soft laugh, but eyes flicker to arjun):
“nahi, bilkul nahi... aapki baat kaafi... focused kar rahi hai mujhe.”

asad (smile karta hai):
“good. mujhe laga attention idhar udhar hai.”

ammu (half-smirk):
“nahi, idhar hi hai... apse hat kar kaha jayega

cut to: grill station – shanu & zaheer]
shanu aprons me, ek haath me brush aur dusre me tongs – full grill mode.
zaheer kabhi seekh kabab palat raha hai, kabhi barbeque se uthane ki koshish.
heat ki wajah se dono thoda close aate ja rahe hain, ek spatula ka reach karte waqt dono ke haath touch ho jaate hain.

shanu (masti me):
“oye hoye... haath nahi hilana, masale gir jaayenge.”

zaheer (thoda awkward smile):
“sorry, main bas... thoda... dekh raha tha... fire zyada ho gayi to…”

shanu (teasing tone):
“fire toh yaha bhi hai chef saab… apne heart me bhi check karo.”

zaheer aankhon se uska face observe karta hai – ek lamha rukta hai.aankh milti hai. chhoti si khamoshi.

zaheer (soft):
“tum... kaafi... confidently mazaak kar leti ho.”

shanu (cute tone):
“kaafi nahi... special talent hai ye. especially jab zaheer jaisa chef paas ho.”
donon phir se kaam me lag jaate hain – lekin ab smile kam nahi ho rahi.
zaheer confuse hota ja raha hai — feelings ke naam par ab confusion aur attract ka mixture.

corner 2: asma – apne phone me busy]
asma ek kursi par legs fold karke baithi hoti hai, phone me photos scroll kar rahi hoti hai.
kabhi kisi photo pe smile karti, kabhi pinch karke zoom.
ek photo pe rukti hai – jisme zaheer aur shanu grill ke paas nazdeek khade hote hain.
zoom karti hai... fir halki si smile aati hai... aur quietly phone lock kar deti hai.

scene 1: taz's silent moment on the terrace – introspection]

zaheer ke ghar ki chhat, ek side kone mein taz akela khada hota hai, uske haath mein half-filled cold drink ka glass. sab log kuch distance pe hansi-mazaak mein busy hain. lekin taz unme nahi jaa raha.
taz aankhon se arjun, ammu aur asad ko dekhta hai. fir ek pal ke liye asma ki taraf dekhta hai — jo phone me busy hoti hai, kabhi bhi us taraf ek nazar nahi karti.
taz neeche dekhta hai, khud se bolta hai…

taz (andar hi andar):
Sab kitne sukoon se bethe hai,

Fir ek eyebrow upar karta hai or ek villanious smile lata hai
fir uska glass khatam hota hai, aur wo seedha dustbin ki taraf jaata hai, sabse thoda door — fir bhi sabko dekhte hue.

scene 2: ammu-asad-arjun – emotional layer]
thodi der baad… terrace ka ek kona, jaha lighting halki si dim ho chuki hai, lekin ambience soft hai. breeze chal rahi hai.asad aur ammu ek bench jaisa space share kar rahe hote hain, dono shayad kisi purani kahani pe hans rahe hote hain.

asad (soft tone):
"tumhare saath baat karna… lagta hi nahi ki main naye sheher mein hoon."

ammu (thoda smile karte hue, lekin
nazar arjun ki taraf jaati hai door):
"aur tumhe lagta hai ki mujhe sab kuch samajh nahi aata?"

asad (thoda confused):
"hmm?"

ammu:
"main sab dekh rahi hoon.

asad isbaar us aankhon ko pakadne ki koshish karta hai, par ammu aankhen hata leti hai.door ek kone mein arjun khada hota hai, glass haath mein leke, uske aankhon se ye baat miss nahi hoti.

arjun (andar se, softly):
"mujeh nahi pata yeh sab kahani kis mod pe jaa rahi hai…
par main haar nahi manuga

uske chehre pe ek calm but determined expression aata hai.

late night, arjun’s room – tension & strategy]
raat ke 12 baj chuke hain. kamre mein halka sa lamp on hai. asad apne bed par baithe hain, phone par kisi se softly baat kar rahe hote hain. arjun apne bed par lete hue, headphones lagaye dikhte hain — lekin aankhein khuli hain. wo clearly sun raha hota hai.

asad (phone par, halka sa hansi ke saath):
“nahi nahi, waise hi bola. mujhe samajh aa gaya tumhara tone… chalo bas, good night bolne ke liye call kiya tha.”

arjun ki aankhein usi taraf tikti hain, lekin expression blank rehta hai. ab wo jealous nahi, focused dikh raha hai.
asad phone side me rakhta hai, stretch karta hai aur washroom ke liye uthta hai.
jaise hi washroom ka door band hota hai, arjun ekdum se uthta hai.
[quick montage style moment – suspense music]
arjun asad ka phone uthata hai — lock.
fatafat apna phone kholta hai.
asad ka sim card nikalta hai.
usse apne phone me insert karta hai.
ammu ko message bhejta hai:
“thodi der me chhat par aa jaana, kuch zaroori baat karni hai.”
fir sim card wapas asad ke phone me daalta hai, phone airplane mode par karta hai, jisse message delivery ka trace na ho.
asad ke footsteps ke sound se pehle, arjun jaldi se apne bed par laut jaata hai, aankhen band, neend ka natak.
asad bahar aake phone ki taraf dekhta hai — lekin uthata nahi. silently bed par le jaake let jaata hai. arjun apni aadhi khuli aankhon se sab observe karta hai, thoda nervous bhi hota hai ki kahin pakda na jaye.

rooftops – arjun’s stealthy exit]
kuch der baad… sab kuch shaant ho chuka hai.
arjun silently apne bed se uthta hai, slippers haath me uthata hai, aur sidhiya chadhte huye chhat par aa jata hai. hawa mein thandi thandi khushboo hai, chaand asmaan me bechaini jaisa lagta hai.

ammu’s terrace – silent expectation]
ammu ek plain white dupatta pehne, quietly chhat ke ek kone me khadi hoti hai. wo neeche ki taraf dekh rahi hoti hai — stairs ki or. uska mann full yakin se maan raha hota hai ki asad hi aayega.
lekin kuch seconds baad — chhat ke dusre kone se ek silhouette chhup chhup ke aata hai. ammu ghabra ke thoda peeche hat ti hai.
ammu (nervous whisper):

“asad?”
lekin wo awaz sunti hai jo wo expect nahi karti thi…

arjun (smiling, softly):
“nahi… arjun.”
ammu ekdum chok jaati hai. aankhen widen ho jaati hain. wo confusion aur thoda gussa dono mehsoos karti hai.

ammu:

“tum?! tum yahan… kaise…”

arjun:
“asli sawaal yeh hai ki tumne samjha kya tha, ki asad aayega?”
ammu kuch nahi bolti. sirf aankhon se dekhti hai usse. ek lamha ka silence.

arjun (ek kadam aage badh ke):
“main sirf ek mauka chah raha hoon ammu…

ek mauka, bina kisi phone call ke, bina kisi interruption ke…
sirf main aur tum.”
ammu usse kuch seconds dekhti hai, fir ek cold expression ke saath aankhen hata leti hai.

ammu (soft but clear):
“tumne toh phone bhi hack kar liya…
pyaar ke liye illegal ho gaye ho arjun?”

arjun ek smile deta hai, halki si thakan wali.

arjun:
“tumhari khamoshi ko sunne ke liye, main kuch bhi ho jaaun…
kanooni bhi… aur agar zarurat pade to…”

ammu (interrupting):
“criminal bhi?”

arjun thoda hansaata hai. ammu ke chehre par bhi chhoti si, rok rakhi si muskaan aati hai — lekin wo chhupaa leti hai.

cut to: dono chhat ke kone pe khade hain, thoda distance hai, par hawa mein ek naye layer ka build up shuru ho gaya hai.

[Anum sheikh]

Well played, Arjun

[Greenwood]

Update 31



[scene continues – zaheer ke ghar ki chhat, raat ka sannata, halka andhera, sirf moonlight aur kuch door se aa rahi traffic ki halki aawaaz]
ammu thoda distance bana ke chhat ke kone pe khadi hoti hai. arjun kuch der tak usse dekhta rehta hai, fir thoda thoda kadam badhata hai uske paas.

arjun (softly, broken tone mein):
“yaad hai tumhe…
ek baar tumne mujhe kaha tha ki ‘agar main chhup ho jaun, to tu samjhega?’
aur maine hansi mein taal diya tha…
par aaj…
main chhup ho gaya, aur tum samajh gayi…
aur chale gayi.”

ammu aankhon me halka sa paani lekar, dusri taraf dekhte hue khadi rehti hai. kuch bolti nahi.

arjun (thoda aur kareeb aake, sincere):
“ammu… main jaanta hoon, main har waqt wahan nahi tha.
aur jab hona chahiye tha, tab bhi nahi tha.
par main wapas aaya hoon… sirf yeh kehne ki
main galat tha.”

ammu thoda sa hasti hai — wo hasi jo chhupaye gusse se nikalti hai.
ammu (thoda hurt, aankhon me dard ke saath):
“tum wapas aaye ho…
par main kabse ruk kar intezaar nahi kar rahi thi arjun.
tumhare jaane ke baad…
main sirf ammu thi — kisi ki nahi.
aur jab mujhe sabse zyada tumhari zarurat thi…
tum us waqt kaha the?”

arjun ki aankhon me guilt aata hai. wo kuch bol nahi pata, bas uski aankhen bolti hain. wo kuch kadam aur kareeb jaata hai, par ammu haath se rok deti hai.

ammu (firm but vulnerable tone):
“mat aao paas…
tumhare paas aake main fir se kamzor nahi banna chahti.”
arjun ka gala bhar aata hai. wo aankhen jhukata hai. kuch der silence hota hai.

arjun (dheere se):
“par mujhe lagta tha… hum dono khush the.
jo bhi tha… usme sach tha.
pyaar tha.”

ammu (ruki hui saans ke saath):
“haan, khush the.
par ab sirf yaadein bachi hain.
aur tumhare liye yaadein pyaari ho sakti hain,
mere liye to dard ban gayi hain.”
arjun uski aankhon me dekhta hai, ab uska guilt aur grief dono open hota ja raha hai.

arjun (dil se):
“ek moka de do ammu…
sab theek karne ka nahi,
sirf yeh sab samajhne ka.
tumhari khamoshi sunne ka… tumhare saath chalne ka,
chahe tum mujhe bhool bhi jao.”

ammu (thoda sa soft, aankhon me aansu, par abhi bhi controlled):
“ab main kisi ko moka dene wali ammu nahi rahi arjun…
main wo ammu ban gayi hoon jo sirf sambhalti hai — apne aap ko.”
ek lamba silence — sirf wind ki aawaaz. arjun aankhen band karta hai, fir dheere se seedha ho kar kehta hai:

arjun:
“theek hai…
tum agar mujhe maaf nahi karna chahti, na karo…
bas itna kehna chahta hoon —
main yeh ladayi haar nahi raha.
main is baar rukne nahi wala.”
ammu aankhon me thoda sa pani bhar ke uski taraf dekhti hai… kuch bolti nahi, lekin uske jaane se pehle ek aankhon se chhupa hua emotion zaroor rehta hai.

cut to:
arjun chhat se quietly neeche jaata hai.
ammu chhat ke edge par khadi rahti hai…
aur ek aansu quietly uske cheek se girta hai.


INT. ZAHEER KA GHAR – NEXT MORNING – BREAKFAST TIME
dining area fresh sunlight se bhara hai. sab log breakfast table par busy hain.
asad aur ammu side ke corner pe baith kar baat kar rahe hote hain—asad soft tone mein kuch samjha raha hota hai, ammu thoda sa muskara kar uski baatein sun rahi hoti hai.
CUT TO:
thoda door, ek kone mein arjun, shanu aur taz khade hain.
tino ka dhyaan sirf ek taraf—asad aur ammu.
arjun bilkul calm… silent killer mode mein.
ek haath ki ungli belt loop mein, dusra casually coffee cup le rakha hai. aankhon mein confident shine.
shanu, arms folded, aankhein chhoti karke arjun ko analysis mode mein dekh rahi hoti hai.
taz, ek haath kamar pe, dusre haath se apna sir khujate hue slow voice mein bolta hai:

taz:
abey bhai… tu kuch karega bhi ya hum bas popcorn leke dekhein?

shanu (teekhi nazar se)
haan seriously arjun, kuch to bol! tujhe dekh ke lag raha hai jaise koi nuclear plan andar chal raha ho…

arjun chup rehta hai… sirf ek sip coffee ka leta hai… fir suddenly ghoomta hai.
camera follows as he starts slowly walking…
shanu aur taz dono confused expression ke sath uske peeche chalne lagte hain…
walk hoti rehti hai… kuch seconds tak silence…

phir arjun finally bolta hai—ekdam relaxed tone mein:


arjun (philosophical style):
zahar ko zahar kaat-ta hai...
lohe ko loha kaat-ta hai...
aur… jealousy ko... jealousy.

taz (ruk ke):
kyaaa?

shanu:
abey direct bol, yeh kavi sammelan mat shuru kar.

arjun (smirks):
asad ko ammu ke aas paas dekh ke, wo tension le raha tha na?
ab dekhna, jab usko ammu kisi aur ke saath dekhegi—tab uska kya haal hoga.

shanu:
ohh… tu yeh bol raha hai ki... jealousy se jealousy ka ilaaj karega?
Or wo kaise hoga...

Arjun:
Tum bas bahar jane ka plan banao or mujhe inform kar dena, main sidha wahi aa jaunga...

Tazsmirk)
Abey kuch to bata, goto me khujli ho rahi hai

Shanumuh banate huye)
Yukkk... Ye kya bol raha hai...

Arjun:
Tum dono yeh baatein chhodo, bas mujhe yaad se bata dena kaha Jana hai... I'll be there...

Or fir ghoor kar ek smile ke saath:
Aaj is kasaian ko bataunga jealousy kya hoti hai... Ok bye massage kar dena

Arjun waha se nikal jata or taz or shanu ek dusre ka chehra dekhte rehte hai...

INT. ZAHEER KA GHAR – MORNING – DINING AREA
soft sunlight breakfast table par padh rahi hoti hai. table ke around sab baith kar nashta kar rahe hote hain — ammu, asma, zaheer, shanu, asad, aur taz.
sabke haathon me parathe, buttered toast, aur chayein hain. background me halki halki utensils ki aawaz aur kabootar ki guttargoon chal rahi hoti hai.
taz sabse pehle apni plate khatam karta hai, ek bada sa sip chai ka leta hai… fir suddenly loud tone me bolta hai:

taz (claps once):
chalo bhai! pura din khate rahoge kya? time ho raha hai, nikalna hai!

ammu (fork leke):
par kaha nikalna hai?

shanu (masti bhare tone me):
bas ek aur chhoti si trip… last wali... promise.
asad (confused):

but... achanak kaise? aur...
(around look karta hai)
arjun kahan hai?

arjun ka naam sunte hi ammu ka haath freeze ho jata hai… wo bhi nazar se usse dhoondhne lagti hai... lekin obvious nahi hone deti.
taz, apne parathe ke tukde chew karta hua bolta hai:

taz:
wo to gaya...

Asad (alert):
kahan gaya

taz dramatic pause leta hai, chashma utaar ke napkin se saaf karta hai… fir casual sa tone leke bolta hai:

taz (with a sigh):
he’s no more...

asad (startled):
kya?!

ammu (panic me):
kya?

shanu ka bhi spoon ruk jata hai — wo taz ko wide eyes se dekhti hai.
taz sabko behaal dekhke casually bite leta hai toast ka… fir aankh maar ke bolta hai:

taz (grinning):
he’s no more interested in this trip...
aisa bol raha hoon yaar, tum log bhi na... kya samajh lete ho..

sab ek collective “uffff” karte hain relieved and annoyed at once.

shanu (taana maar ke):
tumhare liye chashma nahi, seatbelt chahiye dimag pe...

taz (rising proudly):
jo bhi ho… main ready hoon.
tum log bhi jao… jaldi tayar hoke aao.hum van leke bahar milte hain. chalo chalo.
taz chashma pehn kar collar theek karta hai, ek hero-style swag me ghar ke bahar nikal jata hai.

CUT TO:
van ke paas taz khada hota hai, key ghuma raha hota hai finger pe… aur halki halki bolta hai:

taz (to himself):
arjun bhai nahi hai… iska matlab... aaj spotlight mujhe milne wali hai.

JAIPUR CITY – HIGHWAY ROAD – LATE MORNING
van hawa mahal ki trip ke baad phir ek naye route par nikalti hai. mausam clean hai, sadke thodi wet hain kal ki barish ki wajah se. van ka music system ek old retro gaana baja raha hota hai background me soft sa “gulabi aankhen…”

INT. VAN – MOVING DAY
driver seat pe taz hai full form me, sunglasses me hero jaise steering sambhalte hue.front seat me asad hai relaxed, aaj uska confidence zyada hai. ammu uske baju me window side pe baithi hai.asad, kaafi natural tone me, ammu se casual but warm baatein karta ja raha hai:

asad (smiling):
waise kal wali pani puri… uss vendor ne toh jaipur ka standard set kar diya.

ammu (half-smile):
hmm… waise tumne kaafi enjoy kiya lag raha tha… har chaat item taste kiya.

asad (leaning slightly):
acha companion hoon main, taste ke saath logon ko bhi samajhta hoon…
tumhare baare me bhi kaafi kuch samajhne ka mann hai...

ammu awkward si hansi ke saath window ke bahar dekhne lagti hai lekin asad ka subtle lean uski personal space ke kaafi close aa chuka hota hai

VAN – BACKSEAT

shanu aur zaheer last wali seat pe baith kar halke phulke tone me baatein kar rahe hote hain. van thoda bump karti hai sadak ke pothole par zaheer ka haath shanu ke haath se touch karta hai.

shanu (quickly hath hatate hue):
aisa lag raha hai jaise van nahi… koi rollercoaster ho.

zaheer (laughs):
haan… aur us rollercoaster me humesha tum mere baju wali seat pe kyun hoti ho?

shanu (mock serious):
tumhare baju mein nahi… seat number aise mil jati hai. coincidence!

van ek aur sharp turn leti hai — is baar shanu ka kandha zaheer ke kandhe se takra jaata hai… dono ek dusre ki taraf dekhte hain… kuch second ka silence… dono thoda muskurate hain… lekin aankhon me wo halka sa darr bhi hota hai — “kahi kuch zyada na dikh jaye.”

zaheer (smirks, phir casually):
aisa na ho ki tum van ki har bump pe mere aur paas aa jao… phir main seriously samajhne lag jaaun.

shanu (half smile):
tumhe sab kuch seriously lena bhi to pasand hai na...

VAN – MIDDLE SEAT
asma headphones laga ke apne phone me photo editing app khol ke kal ki trip ki tasveerein dekh rahi hoti hai. kabhi kabhi wo apne phone ka angle adjust karti hai jaise ki kisi particular frame ko crop na kare… specially jisme zaheer aur shanu ek frame me ho.

VAN – FRONT ROW
asad, ammu se ab aur clearly baat kar raha hota hai:

asad:
tumhare ghar ka environment kaafi warm hai… sab log apne lagte hain...
aur tum… sabse zyada different ho…

ammu (softly):
matlab?

asad:
tum jaisi ladkiyon ka aaj kal milna mushkil hai…

ammu, kuch bolne hi wali hoti hai,
Lekin tabhi van ek sharp brake leti hai sab thoda hil jaate hain.

taz (from driver’s seat, loud):
arre re re… bhai bura na manana lekin Ammu ke sath hum sab bhi thode alag hai, pagal hai or sath aane wale ko paagal kar dete hai


van ek lambhi road par chalti dikh rahi hoti hai background me pink city ke mahal aur modern buildings ka mix nazar aa raha hota hai. dhoop mild hai, vaataavaran light-hearted hai…lekin har pair of eyes apni kahani keh rahe hain
asad ammu ko jeetne ki koshish me…ammu phir bhi silent observer bani hui…arjun abhi bhi kahin nahi hai... but unki kami sab feel kar rahe hain...

LUXURY MALL – THIRD FLOOR – AFTERNOON
shiny marble tiles, AC ki thandak, branded showrooms ke neon boards — jaipur ka sabse upmarket mall ab dhoop ke baad sabko ek naya vibe de raha hai.
cut to: mall ke third floor ka wide view — jahan sab dikhte hain ghoomte hue…

INT. MALL – ESCALATOR – CONTINUOUS
shanu sabko zabardasti le ja rahi hoti hai:

shanu (overacting):
arre chalo na… dekho… ammu ko scarves pasand hai na… udhar third floor pe ek sale lagi hai!

THIRD FLOOR – MOMENTS LATER
sab log jaise hi third floor par pahuchte hain, asma aage se tez bhaag kar ek glass wall ke par khadi hoti hai…

asma (excited):
shanu didi! dekho… dekho arjun bhaiya toh yahi hai!
shanu, ammu, asad, zaheer — sabki nazar automatically udhar chali jaati hai.

INT. MALL – OPPOSITE SIDE – CONTINUOUS
arjun — black t-shirt, ripped jeans, sleek sunglasses — ek tall, elegant ladki ke saath khada hota hai. dono kisi scarf counter ke samne khade hote hain. ladki ke haath me ek pastel-colored dupatta hai.
ladki familiar lagti hai…

zaheer (folding arms, smirking):
acha… yeh hai scarf ki sale.
shanu (half-laughing, sharp eyes):
lagta hai scarf nahi, surprise gift mila hai…
asad, thoda confuse hota hai. ammu us ladki ko ghoorti hai fir arjun ko fir wapas ladki ko.uske chehre par wo typical confusion hoti hai “mujhe fark nahi padta, par pata nahi kyun pad raha hai” wali.
tabhi:
taz elevator se aata hai ek hath me keychain ghumaata hua, dusre hath se coke ka can kholta hua. jaise hi wo arjun ko us ladki ke saath dekhta hai…
taz (full volume):
ohhhhhh teriiiiii!
yeh tha asli plan!

sab log uski taraf dekhte hain. arjun unki nazar padte hi sunglasses adjust karta hai aur pretend karta hai jaise wo kisi aur ko dekh raha ho.

nikhat (kyunki wahi ladki hai) usse kuch softly bol rahi hoti hai… but ab wo sab logon ke approach dekh kar alert ho jaati hai.

[b]zaheer ek disappoint wala nod deta hai,shanu, nikhat ko scan karti hai uske chehre par ek mischievous smile aa jati hai, ammu poori situation ko samajhne ki koshish kar rahi hoti hai lekin wo clearly thoda affect hui hai. uski aankhon me thoda bichhad gaya moment hai jise sirf asad notice karta hai.
[/b]
asad thoda lean karke softly bolta hai:
asad:
tum theek ho?

ammu (defensive smile):
hmm? haan. kyun?

asad (soft chuckle):
nahi... bas… tum waise nahi lag rahi jaisi usually hoti ho.

ammu (short pause, phir calmly):
kuch log alag hi version hote hain jab kisi aur ke saath dikhte hain.
asad uska expression quietly observe karta hai aur kuch nahi bolta. Arjun palat kar piche dekhta hai or bolta hai are tum sab yahi hi, nikhat bhi uske sath palat kar sabki dekhti hai or uske face par smile aa jati hai,

background me soft mall music baj raha hai. neon lights ke reflections glass walls par dikh rahe hain. nikhat, smartly dressed in a flowy white kurta with block heels, subtly confident and graceful, sabke saamne aati hai, jab sab usse dekh rahe hote hain.

nikhat (friendly smile ke sath):
hello everyone… what a surprise, acha hua tum log mil gaye hum dono akele me bore ho rahe they

shanu (fake innocence mein):
Bore hi toh hai bhai, yeh toh khud kisi ko entertain karne layak hota hi kab hai.

nikhat (smiling, graceful):
well, now I see why he didn’t... tum log toh already kaafi entertaining ho.

background me soft instrumental version of “ae ajnabi tu bhi kabhi…” bajta hai.

arjun quietly dekhta rehta hai ammu ki taraf, nikhat ke har dialogue par. ammu ki body language controlled hai, lekin aankhon mein halki si tightness dikh rahi hai. uska ek haath dupatte ke corner ko baar baar fold-unfold karta hai.

arjun (dil me, softly smirking):
(tu kuch keh nahi rahi... par sab kuch keh gayi.)
Asad pehle toh nikhat ko awkwardly observe karta hai, fir sab ki aankhon ki direction ammu ki taraf jaate dekh kar alert ho jaata hai. uske andhar ek sudden tension jagti hai.

asad thoda stiff ho gaya hai. wo nikhat aur arjun ke beech ki chemistry ko scan karta hai, ammu ke expression padhta hai… aur phir apne haath tight fold kar leta hai.

asad (finally softly):
(to nikhat)
nice to meet you... main asad hoon. aur lagta hai, aapne already sabka attention le liya hai.

nikhat (smiling):
only the ones worth it.
as she says this, she glances once at arjun... jo already confident pose mein khada hota hai.

Sab log arjun ki taraf teasing smile se dekhte hai lekin Ammu ka chehre par ek shikan thi

Cut to -
INT. LUXURY MALL – DAY
(3rd floor – accessories section to coffee aisle)
crowd madhyam hai, par mall ki polished lighting aur soft background music se sab kuch relaxed aur classy lag raha hai. nikhat aur arjun side-by-side walk kar rahe hote hain

nikhat (halki smile ke saath):
tum aise hi ho, chhoti chhoti baaton mein plan set kar lete ho.

arjun (smirking):
plan nahi... strategy. aur tum uska highlight ho.
(ye line sunke nikhat hansi chhupa leti hai.)

CUT TO:
5-6 feet door – ammu, asma aur asad side se walk karte hue.
ammu un dono ko notice kar leti hai. ek second ke liye uske kadam dheere pad jaate hain. wo aankhon ke kone se arjun aur nikhat ki proximity observe karti hai — dono ek dusre ki aankhon mein dekhte hue, casually laugh kar rahe hote hain.

asma (seedha bolti hai):
wah arjun bhaiya... bada busy lag raha hai aajkal.

ammu (thoda forced casual):
haa... kaam hi kaam hoga shayad.
asad quietly notices ammu.
uski aankhen kuch aur keh rahi hoti hain wo arjun aur nikhat ke beech chemistry clearly feel kar rahi hoti hai, lekin apne expressions ko sambhalne ki koshish karti hai.

asad (thoda halki awaaz mein, teasing tone):
tum chaho to main bhi tumhare liye ek personal stylist dhoondh doon, ammu?

ammu (thoda irritate hoke):
aisa kuch nahi hai... bas ghoom rahe hain.
asad sirf muskurata hai. uski aankhen ammu ke jealousy wale micro-expressions ko read kar chuki hoti hain.ammu kuch nahi bolti. wo apna dhyaan side ke scarf section me divert kar leti hai, lekin aankhen phir bhi kahin na kahin arjun aur nikhat par hi tik jaati hain.

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Update 32


arjun – coffee kiosk ke paas nikhat ke sath khada.
nikhat kuch bol rahi hoti hai, lekin arjun ki nazar ek baar ammu par padti hai jo unhe dekh kar awkwardly dusri taraf chal padti hai.
arjun ka chehra soft ho jaata hai, uski aankhon me thoda guilt bhi aur thoda sa confidence — jaise plan ka pehla step kaam kar gaya ho.

LUXURY MALL – CAFÉ AREA – EVENING
(glass walls se afternoon light andar aa rahi hoti hai, sab log ek lambi table par baithe hote hain — coffees, mocktails, aur half-eaten pastries ke plates idhar-udhar. background me mellow jazz track baj raha hota hai.)
arjun, nikhat ke bilkul paas baitha hota hai, dono ki chairs ek dusre se lag bhag touch ho rahi hoti hai. nikhat relaxed aur happy mood mein hoti hai — wo asad aur zaheer se formally mil chuki hoti hai, but focus uska ab sirf arjun par hai.

arjun (half smile ke saath):
waise, nikhat... tumhe pata bhi hai, jab tum muskurati ho na... to mujhe physics yaad aati hai.

nikhat (halki hansi mein):
matlab?

arjun (dramatic whisper):
kyunki tumhara smile directly impact daalta hai mere equilibrium pe.

nikhat (laughing aur halki si sharam ke saath):
are arjun tum bhi kya bas

shanu, do seat chhod kar baithi hoti hai, asma ke saath. wo arjun ki harkat dekhte hi taz ke kaan ke paas jhukti hai.

shanu (whisper mein):
aag laga raha hai... par main chingari dekh rahi hoon ammu ke aankhon mein.

taz (andar ki hansi chhupate hue):
dekh na... next level drama hone wala hai.

cut to — asad
asad ka chehra clearly tight ho chuka hota hai. uski aankhen arjun aur nikhat ke casual touch par tikti hain kabhi arjun ka haath coffee cup pass karte waqt lightly nikhat ke haath ko chhoo jata hai, to kabhi dono ek hi screen pe memes dekhte hain, heads close.

asad (half biting his straw):
(andar hi andar) kaafi familiar ho gaye lagta hai dono…

cut to — ammu
ammu formally cool dikh rahi hoti hai, lekin andar se baar-baar unka chehra tighten hota ja raha hota hai. har baar jab nikhat hasti hai, uska haath arjun ke shoulder ke paas jata hai ammu ka expression ek second ke liye change hota hai, fir wo uss taraf dekhna band kar deti hai.

cut to — zaheer
zaheer pura waqt shanu ko nazar chhupake observe karta rehta hai  kabhi uske earrings, kabhi uski hansi. wo kuch bolta nahi, lekin shanu feel kar leti hai.
lekin shanu ek baar bhi zaheer ki taraf nahi dekhti — wo pretend karti hai ki wo fully into her pastry hai.

shanu (andar hi andar):
dekh raha hai... lekin tu bolna kab seekhega?

cut to — ammu
finally ammu ka patience khatam ho jata hai. wo softly lekin annoyed tone me bolti hai:

ammu (casually uthti hai):
mujhe thoda sir dard ho raha hai... chalo ghar chalte hain?

sab log uski taraf dekhte hain. ek awkward silence.
shanu jhat se uska haath pakad leti hai aur usse wapas bitha leti hai:

shanu (fake sweet tone mein):
oye madam! 5000 kharch hue hain is trip mein... tabiyat kal kharab kar lena, aaj ka paisa vasool hone de.
ammu (thoda shock + helpless look)

shanu (taz ko dekhti hai):
oye doctor sahab... ja, leke aa medical se sir dard ki ek powerful wali goli.

taz (uthte hue, smirk ke saath):
total 10,000 ho gaye... tum log ka baap tumhe maar ke half down payment recover karega.

shanu (without looking):
lekin tumhara kya karega?
taz (smirks aur walk karte hue):
mujhe... adopt kar lega.

CUT TO – AMMU
ammu, asad ki taraf dekh kar ek forced smile deti hai.
fir jaise hi asad usse kuch poochta hai, wo kaan nahi lagati... balki door se arjun aur nikhat ki laughter pe uski aankhen chali jaati hain.

camera slowly zoom out karta hai – table ka upar se aerial shot:
har character apne emotion mein hai — jealousy, confusion, pretend, real smiles, silent love... and somewhere deep — unspoken war.

INT. MALL – GROUND FLOOR – DAY

(Shopping, selfies, aur ghumti thakaan ke baad sab log ek open lounge zone me relax kar rahe hote hain — piche fountain ki halki gurgurahat, saamne escalator pe log chadh utar rahe hote hain.)
taz apna bag uthata hai, ek lambe thake hue sigh ke saath loudly bolta hai

taz (dramatic tone mein):
abey batao ab kya? poora mall ghoom liya, ek chewing gum tak nahi kharidi tum logon ne... ab?
shanu apna coke sip karti hai, aankh chhoti kar ke taz ko dekhti hai aur casually bolti hai:

shanu (slow smirk ke saath):
picture...
picture abhi baaki hai mere dost.
(halki si filmy whistle bhi maar deti hai)

asad, jo piche juice le raha hota hai, shanu ke dialogue par muskurata hai aur ek appreciation-filled nazar us par daalta hai:

asad (andar hi andar):
not bad... shanu thoda filmy hai, lekin smart bhi.
sab log thoda sa fresh ho jaate hain — mood upbeat ho jaata hai.
asma aur ammu excitedly ek doosre ko dekh kar smile karti hain.

tabhi nikhat casually peechhe hat jaati hai aur bolti hai:
nikhat (polite tone mein):
acha chalo, main nikalti hoon. tum log movie enjoy karo. mujhe kuch kaam bhi hai...

shanu (turant, smiling but with firmness):
no way ma’am! aapne shopping nahi ki, food court mein kuch nahi khaya... now you have to join the movie at least.

nikhat (laughing lightly):
lekin ticket?
tabhi arjun aage badhta hai, ek hero-style lean ke saath uska haath pakadta hai
aur playfully bolta hai:

arjun (teasing tone):
main lunga na... tumhare liye baby.
sab log hawww karne ke mood mein hote hain — asma literally "hawww" bolti hai.
nikhat thoda awkwardly blush karti hai, lekin rokti nahi.
ammu us moment pe visibly stiff ho jaati hai.uska chehra neutral rehne ki koshish karta hai, lekin aankhon mein clearly jealousy dikh rahi hoti hai. asad, uska reaction dekh ke sirf apne aap mein softly kehta hai:

asad (andar hi andar, wry smile ke saath):
well played, Arjun… well played.
sab log PVR ke taraf chalte hain — ek single file mein.

arjun aur nikhat sabse aage — arjun kabhi kabhi apna haath nikhat ke peeth ke piche rakhta hai casually, kabhi uske kaan me kuch bolta hai aur uska reaction dekh kar khud hansi rokh leta hai.
ammu, peechhe chalte chalte kabhi arjun ko dekhti hai, kabhi zameen ko.
shanu silently uska reaction notice kar rahi hoti hai, lekin kuch nahi bolti.
piche taz, popcorn aur cola ke combo ke liye struggle kar raha hota hai:

zaheer, thoda silent, magar aaj unusually observant mood mein hota hai.
uski nazar kabhi shanu par tikti hai, kabhi ammu par...

CUT TO – INT. PVR CINEMA ENTRANCE
ticket scan hoti hai. ek ek kar ke sab log enter karte hain.
darwaza band hota hai. andhar andhera... screen pe trailers shuru.

INT. CINEMA HALL – NIGHT – MOVIE ON SCREEN
Movie shuru ho chuki hoti hai. Screen par ek slow romantic track chal raha hota hai — jaise koi hill station scene, do characters barish mein, piano background score...

Seating Order:
[asma] – [zaheer] – [shanu] – [taz] – [nikhat] – [arjun] – [ammu] – [asad]

CLOSE ON: SEATS
Sab log apni-apni seat par settle ho chuke hain.
Theater mein light kam hai, sirf screen ki roshni sab ke chehre ko halki blue-white glow mein rang rahi hai.
Asad, who’s sitting right next to Ammu, halka sa lean karta hai uski taraf.
Woh softly kuch kehne ki koshish karta hai, par Ammu ka dhyaan kahin aur hai.

CUT TO: Arjun, jo casually ek armrest share kar raha hai Nikhat ke saath.
Nikhat halka lean karti hai arjun ke taraf. Uske haath ki fingers dheere se Arjun ki thighs par brush karne lagti hain.
Arjun, ek second ke liye stiff hota hai — lekin fir uski nazar Ammu par padti hai, jo clearly un dono ko notice kar rahi hoti hai.
Ammu ka chehra neutral hota hai, lekin aankhon mein ek clear jhalak — hurt aur jealousy — dono ka hota hai.
Arjun ussi moment Nikhat ke pair par apna haath casually rakh deta hai — jaise keh raha ho: dekha? ab tum dekho.
Ammu, bina kuch bole, screen ki taraf dekhti hai — lekin andar andar ek teekha jhatka mehsoos karti hai.

Taz, jo Nikhat ke baaju mein hota hai, popcorn ka dabba hold karta hai aur aadhi awaaz mein bolta hai:



taz (whispering, mocking tone):
arey bhai... itna romance to screen pe bhi nahi chal raha jitna seat no. F4 aur F5 pe chal raha hai...

Nikhat ek warning look deti hai taz ko.
Taz halka sa piche ho jata hai, fir apne aap se bolta hai:

taz (to himself):
yeh log to silent film bana denge chhup chhup ke...

CUT TO: Zaheer & Shanu

Ek common armrest pe dono ka elbow space war chalu hota hai...
Lekin iss baar zaheer bina kuch kahe apna elbow rakh deta hai seat pe
Shanu, bina uski taraf dekhe, apna elbow uske elbow pe softly rest kar deti hai.
Ek subtle sa touch... ek soft sa connection...
Zaheer ki nazar shanu ki profile par tik jaati hai.

zaheer (soft smile ke saath, dil mein):
kuch to hai jo keh nahi pa raha hoon...

Shanu, bina uski taraf dekhe, bas ek halki si muskuraahat deti hai — jaise keh rahi ho: mujhe sab maloom hai.
Asma, sabse last seat pe, kabhi screen dekhti hai, kabhi sabki pairing — aur fir auron ko dekh kar blush karti hai apne aap.

Movie mein ek line aati hai screen pe:
“kuch rishton ki baat aankhon se hoti hai, zubaan se nahi…”

Usi moment Ammu ki nazar Arjun se takraati hai.
Wo ab bhi casually nikhat ke saath lean hai, lekin uski aankhon mein ek glimpse hai — jaise wo keh raha ho:

arjun (andar hi andar):
dekh rahi ho na? main kya kar raha hoon...

Ammu, slowly ek long blink karti hai — jaise wo keh rahi ho: tumse hurt hoon… par main weak nahi hoon.

INT. CINEMA HALL – NIGHT – MOVIE ONGOING

screen pe ab ek intense romantic moment chal raha hota hai. theater mein andhera aur deepen ho gaya hota hai, sirf screen se aati light sabke chehre pe kabhi kabhi jagmagati hai.

CUT TO: arjun & nikhat

nikhat ka head arjun ke shoulder par tik gaya hota hai. dono ke beech ki distance ab almost vanish ho chuki hoti hai. arjun ki aankhon mein screen nahi, balki us moment ka thrill hota hai.
nikhat ke haath dheere se arjun ke wrist se slide karte hue uski jeans ke waistband tak jaate hain.
ek second ke liye arjun ka body stiff ho jaata hai.
uske hothe thode purs hote hain — he swallows dry.
nikhat ke nails halka sa graze karte hain uske stomach ke edge ko, shirt ke neeche se.
nikhat slowly buttons ki taraf badhti hai…
but suddenly —
screen se ek loud explosion sound hota hai, sab jhatka kha kar halki reaction dete hain —
nikhat apne action se halt kar jaati hai.

arjun quietly exhale karta hai. wo apna haath subtly uske haath pe rakh kar uske action ko slow down karta hai, jaise keh raha ho: "not here... not now."

nikhat ek flirtatious smirk karti hai, apne nails uske haath ke upar softly chala deti hai —

jaise keh rahi ho: “okay… baad mein sahi.”

CUT TO: ammu & asad

ammuu aur asad ab bhi side by side baithe hote hain. asad kuch kehna chahta hai lekin ammu ab movie mein focus dikhane ki koshish kar rahi hoti hai.

lekin jab asad halka sa move karta hai, ammuu uski taraf look karti hai aur softly smile karti hai — lekin uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb si distance hoti hai.

nafrat nahi, bas... distraction.
screen par ek intense dialogue:

“kabhi kabhi woh cheez chahiye hoti hai, jo hum khud bhi samajh nahi paate…”

INT. PVR CINEMA HALL – INTERVAL – NIGHT

screen pe "INTERVAL" flash hota hai. thodi roshni badhti hai. kuch log uth jaate hain popcorn aur drinks lene. sab ke chehre pe thoda relaxed sa expression — lekin group ke kuch members ke andar kuch aur hi chal raha hota hai.



CUT TO: arjun & nikhat (corner couple seat)

nikhat ab bhi arjun ke shoulder se chipki hoti hai. uska lipstick halka smudge ho gaya hota hai, wo apne thumb se cheek saaf karte hue arjun ki taraf dekhti hai.



nikhat (soft tone mein, teasing):

“tumhare jaise ladke college ke time mil jaate... toh coaching ki zarurat hi nahi padti.”

arjun aankhon se smile karta hai. uska haath dheere se nikhat ke lower back ko lightly touch karta hai — almost invisible move, lekin nikhat ke chehre pe halki si sensuous stir aa jaati hai.



arjun (whispering):
[i]“tum jaise ladkiyaan toh syllabus ke baahar hoti hain, unhe padhne se pehle feel karna padta hai.”[/i]

[i]nikhat halka sa jhukti hai uske kaan ke paas, uski breath arjun ke neck ko brush karti hai —
[/i]
“feel toh ho raha hai, sir…”

arjun ka haath ab uske hip ke curve tak slip kar chuka hota hai — sirf ek second ke liye — bas itna ki wo bhi samajh jaye aur samne wala bhi.

CUT TO: ammu & asad

ammuu thoda lean karke screen ki taraf dekhti hai, lekin uski aankhen baar-baar us side glance kar jaati hain jaha arjun aur nikhat baithhe hain. woh kuch nahi bolti, par har baar unka halka laughter ya closeness dekh kar uska expression heavy sa ho jaata hai

asad uska profile note karta hai.
asad (low voice mein):

“tum thak gayi ho kya? agar chaho toh baahar chalke fresh hawa le lein?”

ammu (jaldi se):
“nahi. thik hoon. movie interesting hai.”

asad samajh jaata hai, lekin zyada press nahi karta.

CUT TO: taz – seat ke edge pe akela popcorn leke baitha

taz popcorn ka dabba apne haath mein rotate karte hue bolta hai:

taz (self-talk):
“sabko date mil gayi... main hoon yaha popcorn ke sath. waise popcorn ne bhi kabhi complain nahi ki.”

wo zaheer aur shanu ko dekh kar sigh karta hai — dono ek hi popcorn tub share kar rahe hote hain.

CUT TO: zaheer & shanu (middle row)

zaheer ka elbow armrest par hota hai. next to him, shanu ka haath bhi same jagah rest karta hai.
beech mein thoda sa awkward friction hota hai. dono thoda peeche hat-te hain — fir ek beat ke baad, shanu casually apna elbow uske elbow ke upar rakh deti hai — bina uski taraf dekhe.
Zaheer us moment ko feel karta hai, uski aankhon mein ek softness aa jaati hai.
ek gentle glance shanu ki taraf jaata hai, lekin shanu ab bhi screen ki taraf dekh rahi hoti hai —
sirf thoda sa smile uske lips par hota hai.

CUT TO: INTERVAL COUNTER AREA – LIGHTS ON

nikhat uth kar arjun ke saath bahar jaati hai, arjun uska haath pakad ke crowd se nikaalta hai.
door se ammu ye scene dekhti hai — aur andar kuch jalta hai.
wo quickly face turn karti hai, par asad note kar leta hai.
asad ammu ki taraf lean karta hai:
asad:
“kya dekh rahi thi?”

ammu (casual banate hue):
“kuch nahi. light on ho gayi.”

CUT TO: CINEMA CORRIDOR – arjun & nikhat

nikhat drinks le rahi hoti hai, aur arjun uske baal ke andar ek strand ko straight karta hai —

arjun:
“mujhe toh lagta tha tum sirf strict wali ho…”

nikhat:
“aur tum sirf oversmart… dono hi galat nikle.”
“toh agla interval bedroom mein plan karein?


Arjun (laughing):
“shhh... kamre ki baat cinema mein?”

INT. PVR CINEMA HALL – POST-INTERVAL – NIGHT

lights dim ho chuki hain. screen pe movie phir se start ho gayi hai. soft background score, koi emotional-romantic scene chal raha hota hai.
sab apni seats pe wapas aa chuke hain — lekin ab kuch badla-badla hai
arjun aur nikhat apni seat par wapas aate hain. arjun aage badhkar seat adjust karta hai. nikhat uske bilkul nazdeek baithti hai — shoulder se shoulder touch mein hota hai.
ek slow beat mein, nikhat apne haath se arjun ki thigh lightly tap karti hai, jaise kuch kehne se pehle permission le rahi ho.
arjun uski taraf dheere se dekh kar subtly smile karta hai.

CUT TO: ammu & asad (few seats away)

ammu ne movie ki taraf muh kiya hota hai, par aankhon ka corner arjun aur nikhat ko dekh raha hota hai
ek second ke liye nikhat ka arjun ke shoulder par halka sa lean karna uski aankhon ke samne hota hai.
asad uski aankhon ka direction pakad leta hai.

asad (softly, irony ke sath):
“movie achhi chal rahi hai ya side ki story zyada interesting lag rahi hai?”

ammu uski taraf dekhkar halki si fake smile karti hai:

ammu:
“main bas dekh rahi thi… yeh scene pehle dekha hua lag raha hai.”

asad samajh jaata hai, par kuch nahi bolta.

CUT TO: zaheer & shanu (back row)

movie ke ek emotional scene me slow violin baj raha hota hai.
zaheer thoda lean karta hai, accidentally shanu ke close ho jaata hai.
shanu uski taraf dekhti hai, dono ki nazar milti hai zaheer seedha screen ki taraf dekhne lagta hai, jaise kuch hua hi nahi.
[i]shanu ki aankhon me ek light teasing si muskurahat hoti hai.[/i]

[i]CUT TO: arjun & nikhat
[/i]
nikhat apna head thoda aur arjun ki taraf jhuka deti hai. movie ka ek soft scene chal raha hota hai — hero aur heroine rain me bheeg rahe hote hain.

nikhat (soft whisper):
“tumhare sath baarish me bheegna kaafi cinematic hoga, hmm?”
arjun bas uske kaan ke paas lean karta hai:

arjun:
“baarish me bheegna nahi... bheegana bhi aata hai.”

nikhat uska haath pakad ke tight karti hai —

aur uski ungliyaan arjun ke shirt ke button ke upar gently glide kar jaati hain.

CUT TO: ammu, jo ab clearly un dono ko observe kar rahi hoti hai, par apni eyes control karne ki puri koshish karti hai.
lekin ek moment mein jab nikhat apne bal thoda adjust karti hai aur arjun unhe tuck karta hai, tab ammu finally aankhen hata leti hai.
asad firse note karta hai.
asad ke expression mein now irritation mix hone lagta hai.

movie ka ek dialogue chal raha hota hai:

"agar kisi ko khud se chheen lo, to yaad rakhna… wo kisi aur ka tha hi nahi."

yeh line sunkar ammu ka face stiff ho jaata hai, aur wo slowly apni aankhon se arjun ko dekhti hai, jise us waqt kuch feel nahi hota kyunki…
Arjun ab full focus nikhat pe lagata hai.

nikhat (half-whisper):
“tumhare paas perfume kam hai... ya meri nazdeekiyan zyada ho gayi hain?

Arjun uske ear ke paas smile karta hai:
arjun:

“khushbu mehsoos hone lagi hai... matlab impact ho raha hai.”

nikhat ki fingers ab arjun ke belt line ke just upar graze kar jaati hain — very slowly, jaise border test kar rahi ho.
arjun uska haath lightly hold karta hai — gentle but firm.
nikhat ka head ab arjun ke shoulder pe rest karta hai.

END SCENE with camera slow pull-out of all couples:

asad – ammu ko side glance de raha hai, uska patience kam ho raha hai.

ammu – fake calm, andar kuch jal raha hai.

arjun-nikhat – oblivious to sab kuch, khud ki duniya mein.
Shanu-zaheer – slow bonding, touch without tension.
taz – uske popcorn se loyal.
[i]asma – sab dhyaan film mein[/i]