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ARJUN vs ZAHEER
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15-07-2025, 02:45 PM
(This post was last modified: 15-07-2025, 02:52 PM by Greenwood. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
Update 48
College Auditorium – Arjun’s First Match Live Screening
Time: Dopahar 2:30 PM
Department ne specially projector arrange kiya hai. Auditorium ka mood stadium jaisa ban gaya hai. Curtain band, dim lights, aur ek giant screen par Jodhpur se live match stream ho raha hai. Students, faculty, staff sab excitement mein doobe hue hain.
Front row mein Principal, Nikhat, Anwar Ma’am aur kuch aur staff members baithe hain—poore decorum ke sath.
Middle rows mein girls ka group hai—Ammu apni saheliyon ke sath bethi hai, magar thoda sa alag aur thoughtful expression ke sath.
Last row mein Zaheer aur Shanu side by side baithe hain. Dono ke haathon mein cold drink ke cups. Dono casually baat bhi kar rahe hain, lekin aankhen screen par tikki hui hain.
Match Starts – Stadium Ambience Loud
Screen par commentary chal rahi hai, Arjun ke team ka naam aate hi poora hall se woh aaya Arjun, Arjun ka chant ghoonj uthta hai.
Shanu ek quick side glance leti hai Zaheer ki taraf, dekhne ke liye ki kya react kar raha hai.
Zaheer (light grin ke sath)
Aaj ke match mein Arjun nahi, game jeet raha hai. Good strategy.
Shanu (soft smile)
Aur tu cheer bhi uske liye kar raha hai?
Zaheer (laugh karte hue, eyes on screen)
Team ke liye kar raha hoon… naam kuch bhi ho, jersey apni hai.
Shanu uski baat pe thoda blush karti hai. Uska haath casual stretch karta hai aur Zaheer ke haath se halka sa touch hota hai.Dono ki aankhen milti hai. Ek chhoti si silent spark. Shanu ki aankhon mein khushi aur Zaheer ke chehre par ek soft smile.
Cut to Screen: Last 5 Minutes of Match
Match tight chal raha hai. Score equal. Hall mein sab log tense hain. Nikhat aur Anwar ma’am bhi forward lean ho jaate hain screen ki taraf.
Suddenly
Commentary
Arjun ne ball liya hai… cross pass… dodge… final attack position…
Zaheer (seat se half uthte hue)
Kheech le bhai… ek aur second!
Arjun shoots — GOAL!
Screen pe ball net mein ja girta hai. Hall mein explosion of cheer.
“Yeeeeaaahhhh!!!”
Sab students seats se uth jaate hain. “Arjun! Arjun! Arjun!” ke naam se auditorium ghoonj uthta hai.
Shanu bhi khushi se uthti hai, zaheer bhi. Dono ka hands-up high five hota hai aur uske baad ek dusre ko dekh kar ek genuine wali eye lock and smile.Ammu ki aankhon mein bhi khushi ki chamak hai. Wo Arjun ko screen par celebrate karte dekhti hai… aur uska chehra wo ek second ke liye freeze ho jata hai. Phir softly ek smile nikalti hai.
Saheli (Ammu ke kaan me)
Tera hero jeet gaya.
Ammu (muskurate hue)
Mera nahi... hamara.
Camera zooms out – Auditorium ka full view – claps, whistles, cheers, celebration.
Screen freeze hoti hai – Arjun ka victory pose – arms stretched wide, stadium ke lights ke beech mein.
Fade out.
[b]Late Evening – Arjun’s Hotel Room in Jodhpur[/b]
Match jeetne ke baad Arjun poori team ke saath dinner kar ke apne room mein wapas aaya hai. Uske hair still sweaty hain, shirt half tucked out, lekin face pe ek jeet ka glow hai.
Phone vibrate karta hai.
Ammu – Message Notification
Quote: Arjun muskurata hai. Uska thumb chat bubble pe tap karta hai.
Phir ek video message arrive hota hai.
Arjun quickly wireless earphones laga leta hai… aur play karta hai.
Video Message – Ammu's Room, Dim Light, Soft Background Tune
Ammu lavender kurti mein hai, baal khule hain, cheeks pe halka blush. Camera uske chehre ke paas hai. Wo softly bolti hai… tone mein ek flirt hai, ek charm hai, ek invitation.
Ammu (smirking softly, aankhon me spark ke saath)
Toh… ek match jeeta… aur poora college deewana ho gaya.
Lekin mujhe lagta hai tumhara reward… sabse khaas hona chahiye.
(wo thoda camera ke kareeb hoti hai, lips thode parted, aankhon me direct gaze)
Ammu
Jeet aur bhi chahiye mujhe…
Kyuki har jeet ke baad… tumhara gift bhi upgrade hota jayega.
(Pause... fir halki si neck tilt)
Ammu
Aur abhi ke liye…
Ye raha tumhara first victory reward.
Camera thoda blur ho jata hai, uska face close-up pe rehta hai, wo softly camera ki taraf lean karte hue lips se ek gentle gesture karti hai — not a full kiss, but an implied intimate flying kiss.
Uske baad wo camera band karne se pehle muskurate hue sirf ek line kehti hai:
Ammu
Congratulations, Mr. Star Player… this was just a trailer.
Cut Back to Arjun’s Room – Live
Arjun screen ko ghoorta reh jata hai, aankhon me ek fiery softness. Wo pause pe tap karta hai, video rewind karta hai… aur Ammu ki aankhon me wo ek dafa phir kho jaata hai.
Arjun (softly to himself)
Ab har match jeetne ki wajah hai mere paas…
Camera slowly zoom out karta hai—Arjun balcony me jaata hai, phone ab bhi haath me, lekin uska dil us moment me kho gaya hai.
Jodhpur – Same Night, Team Hotel Lobby
Victory ke baad Arjun ki team full josh mein hai. Lobby mein lights dim hain, Bluetooth speakers se loud beats baj rahe hain, boys ke haath mein cold drinks aur pizza slices. Sofa ke armrest pe log khade ho ke naach rahe hain. Ek do ladke dance floor bana ke freestyle kar rahe hain.
Arjun bhi beech mein khada hai, sabke cheers aur shoulders pe thappiyon ke beech…
Par uske aankhon ke andar… koi aur screen chal rahi hai.
Flashback-style insert (Soft BGM):
Ammu ka video message. Uski aankhon ka woh sparkle. Wo line…
“Congratulations, Mr. Star Player… this was just a trailer.”
Cut back: Lobby
Arjun ke lips pe slow smile aata hai. Saath wala teammate uska shoulder jhatkakar kehta hai:
Teammate
Bhai tu kya kar raha hai? Smile kar raha hai ya shaayari likh raha hai dimaag mein?
Arjun (absently, aankhon mein dreamy look)
Haan… shaayari hi samajh le.
Taz (door se enter karta hua, chip bag leke)
Oye oye oye! Star boy Arjun! Trophy mila ya kiss?
Arjun (muskurata hai)
Trophy toh mil gayi… kiss ke liye next match jeetna padega.
Taz
Baap re… motivation toh dekho. Love is the new protein powder.
Sab hanste hain. Music thoda aur loud hota hai.
Arjun thoda side mein sofa ke armrest pe baith jata hai. Haath mein cola ka can, lekin aankhon mein Ammu ka dream. Wo can ka sip leta hai, aur phone nikaalta hai.
Screen unlock karta hai… video message fir se play karta hai.
Us waqt crowd ke jashn, music, lights sab mute ho jaate hain Arjun ke POV mein. Sirf Ammu ki voice… uska face… uska soft smile…
Arjun (whispering)
Tumhare liye jeetna alag hi high hai, Ammu…
Uska finger softly phone screen pe slide karta hai jaise Ammu ke cheek ko touch kar raha ho.
Tabhi background mein ek teammate zor se chillata hai:
Teammate
OYE! NEXT MATCH MEIN GOAL KARNA HAI, ROMANCE NAHI!
Arjun (laughing)
Goal toh usi ke liye hoga… tum log line mein ho jao.
Sab fir se cheer karte hain. Arjun bhi uthta hai dance floor ki taraf, lekin uske steps mein wo lightness hai, jo sirf pyaar mein padne ke baad aati hai.
[b]Location: Ammu’s Room – Early Morning – 7:00 AM[/b]
Subah ki pehli roshni khidki se andar aa rahi hai. Hawa halki si chal rahi hai, curtains hil rahe hain. Ammu blanket ke andar curl hokar soyi hui hai… uske phone ki screen blink ho rahi hai — 1 new message from Arjun.
Thodi der tak woh neend mein hi phone ki taraf haath badhati hai… aankhen aadhi khuli… phone uthati hai.
Screen pe Arjun ka message:
"Agar tum samne hoti, toh aaj raat tumse kuch aur jeetne ki zid karta..."
Ammu ki aankhon mein neend abhi bhi hai, lekin uske lips pe ek lazy smile aa jaata hai.
Woh phone ko chest par rakh leti hai… aankhen band kar leti hai… lekin face pe blush clearly dikh raha hota hai.
2 second baad fir se aankhen kholti hai… phone unlock karti hai… Arjun ka video message dekhna start karti hai — kal raat ki team celebration ke beech se usne bheja tha.
Video mein Arjun
Victory is temporary... but tumhara gift permanent hona chahiye.
Ammu softly mutters:
Ajeeb hai ye ladka... lekin... mera hai.
Woh uthkar baith jaati hai. Apna wardrobe kholti hai… sabse pehle usi gifted set par nazar padti hai. Soft fingers se us fabric ko touch karti hai. Thoda sa aankhen bandh kar leti hai — last night ka wo hug from behind, slow whisper, touches on her waistline — sab yaad aata hai.
Phir mirror ke saamne khadi ho jaati hai… khud ko dekhte hue softly bolti hai:
Ammu
Agar har jeet ke baad aise surprises milte rahe... toh mujhe bhi Arjun ki har match ke liye dua karni padegi.
Uska face pink ho jaata hai. Woh aankhon ke paas baalon ko adjust karti hai… earrings pehenti hai… lipstick lagate hue ek last time apne reflection ko smile deti hai.
Mirror me softly whisper karti hai:
Let’s see, Mr. Star Player… kitne match jeet paate ho…
[b]Location: College Corridor – Around 8:45 AM – Just before classes begin[/b]
Subah ki halki dhoop corridor ke white tiles par pad rahi hai. Students aate jaate dikh rahe hain, lekin rush abhi tak puri tarah start nahi hua.
Shanu ek hand me books aur dusre haath me coffee ka cup le kar slowly walk kar rahi hoti hai. Uske baal khule hue hain, aankhon mein usual eyeliner, lekin aaj thoda aur noor hai chehre pe… ek unsaid khushi.
Tabhi saamne se Zaheer aata dikhai deta hai — black t-shirt, denim jacket aur shoulder pe backpack. Dono ki aankhen milti hain… ek pal ke liye dono ke kadam dheere ho jaate hain.
Zaheer (ek halka sa smirk ke saath, aankhon me cheekhti curiosity)
Aaj to badi ready lag rahi ho... koi special mila kya morning mein?
Shanu thoda walk karte hue uske paas se nikalti hai, bina direct jawab diye… lekin phir peeche mur kar kehti hai:
Shanu
Special koi aur nahi, bas woh... jo roz subah mere mind me rehta hai, uski wajah se mood acha ho jaata hai.
Zaheer ko ek second lagta hai samajhne me… phir ek lambi saans le kar smile deta hai.
Dono ek dusre ke parallel chalne lagte hain… corridor ke ek kone mein jaake ruk jaate hain, jahan pe zyada crowd nahi hai.
Shanu apni coffee ka cup uski taraf badha deti hai.
Shanu
Chakh ke batao, aaj kaafi zyada sugary lag rahi hai ya mujhe hi sugary feel ho raha hai?
Zaheer cup le kar sip leta hai, fir cheekhi si awaaz nikaalta hai:
Zaheer
Damn. Itni sweet hai ki mujhe diabetes ho jaye.
Shanu hasti hai, cup wapas le leti hai.
Zaheer
Ya... ya phir... tumhari wajah se ho raha ho sab kuch sweet.
Ek awkward silence aata hai... lekin pleasant awkward.
Dono thoda aur paas aake ek column ke peeche lean karte hain… ek dusre ke bahut kareeb, bina kuch zyada bole.
Shanu (softly)
Tumhare naam wapas lene ke decision ke baare mein main kuch nahi kehna chahti.
Lekin agar tum wapas sochne lag jao… toh soch lena ki tumhare har decision mein main tumhare sath hoon.
Zaheer uski aankhon mein dekhta hai… aur kuch seconds ke liye kuch nahi bolta.
Zaheer (halki si husn bhari aankhon se)
Tera yeh kehna hi kaafi hai… pura college jeet jaaye ya har jaaye, tere ek line se main already winner feel karta hoon.
Shanu thoda sharma jaati hai, aankhen jhuka leti hai… phir casually haath se uska shoulder thoda push karti hai:
Shanu
Tere dialogues kabhi kabhi full filmy ho jaate hain
Zaheer
Aur tu full film hai mere liye, romantic yash chopra ki romantic film
Scene slowly fade hota hai… bell bajti hai… dono side by side walk karte hue class ki taraf badhte hain.
[b]Location: College Canteen – Outside Bench Area – 11:15 AM[/b]
Dhoop halki si mellow ho chuki hai, canteen ke outer benches ke paas morning ki classes ke baad ka usual hustle hai. Students apna khana leke ya cold coffee lekar benches pe chill kar rahe hain.
Ek kone mein Ammu white kurti aur loose denim jeans mein baithi hoti hai, ek hand me coke ka can aur dusre haath me phone. Uske expressions relaxed hain… aankhon mein halka sa glow. Arjun ka kal raat ka scene uske chehre pe halka sa muskurahat chhode hua hai.
Tabhi Nikhat aati hai. Tight black joggers, olive green hoodie, sunglasses upar chadhaye hue — slightly sporty, slightly cold look. Haath me ek energy drink. Ammu usse dekh ke smile karti hai, bench pe thoda space banati hai.
Ammu
Baitho na… lagta hai aaj tumhara training session chhuti pe hai?
Nikhat
Coach bhi insaan hoti hai, kabhi kabhi break lena padta hai.
(ek chhoti si smile ke saath baith jaati hai)
Dono thodi der tak bina kuch bole baithti hain… ek peaceful silence.
Nikhat uske chehre ki taraf dekhti hai, uski aankhon ka sparkle, uski cheek pe aayi soft blush… jaise koi khushi chhupana chahti ho lekin chhupa nahi paa rahi.
Nikhat (halke tone me)
Kabhi kabhi kisi aur ki khushi dekh ke apne aap se sawaal karne ka mann karta hai...
Ammu ka hansi wala expression dheere se freeze hota hai… uske haath ka coke can thoda tight grip hota hai.Nikhat aankhon se kuch chhupane ki koshish nahi karti… lekin zyada kuch kehna bhi nahi chahti.
Nikhat (teekhi aankhon se saamne dekhte hue)
Tu lucky hai, Ammu.
Ammu uski taraf dekhti hai… aankhen milti hain… lekin dono kuch nahi bolti.
Ek awkward silence... thoda emotional bhi.
Nikhat fir aankhen jhuka leti hai, ek sip leti hai apne energy drink ka… aur casually khadi ho jaati hai.
Nikhat
Mujhe training ground dekhna hai… bye.
Ammu sirf sir hila ke use goodbye keh deti hai.
Nikhat jaise hi door jaati hai… Ammu bas ek gehri saans leti hai… aur apne coke can se ek aur sip leti hai, lekin uska taste us pal me thoda strange lagta hai.
Scene slow fade out…
Arjun’s Second Match – Warm-up Before the Storm
Location: Jodhpur Stadium | Time: 10:45 AM
Camera wide shot leta hai stadium ka — halke dhool bhare track, seating stands khaali nahi hai, lekin crowd utna bhi nahi jitna final mein hoga. Ye second match hai… aur pressure pehla match se zyada hai
Ground ke ek kone mein Arjun team ke sath warm-up kar raha hota hai.
Uska chehra focused hai. Dimaag bilkul blank karne ki koshish kar raha hai, lekin aankhon mein ek alag sa jazba hai.
Har jump ke sath, har stretch ke sath, uski veins tight ho rahi hai.
Taz sideline pe se chillata hai
Bhai haath-nak mat tod lena… goal maarne hai, WWE nahi chal raha!
Arjun
Relax bhaisaab… aaj main sirf ball todunga.
(Team thoda hans padta hai, tension halka hota hai.)
Coach (shouting)
Let’s go, boys! Energy up! Arjun, you lead the run!
(Arjun ek sharp sprint start karta hai, uske peeche sab bhaagte hain. Uske mind mein ek flash aata hai…)
Flashback Start:
Ammu
Surprise badhane padenge mr. Star player
Flashback ends.
Arjun ke lips pe ek light smile aati hai… fir woh apne pair ki speed aur tez kar deta hai jaise us blush ko yaad karke usmein power bhar gaya ho.
15-07-2025, 03:44 PM
(15-07-2025, 11:31 AM)Greenwood Wrote: Update 47 Nice update
15-07-2025, 04:18 PM
Well played, what about surprise ? ?
15-07-2025, 07:30 PM
Energetic…
Superb update bhai … Shanu and zaheer - clam energy , mature, supportive Arjun ammu - string attached , valcano emotions, drenched in feelings
15-07-2025, 11:32 PM
(This post was last modified: 15-07-2025, 11:37 PM by Greenwood. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
Update 49
Scene: Zaheer’s House – Sham Ka Waqt Time: 6:15 PM | Location: Living Room, Zaheer’s House Mood: Baarish ki chamak, chai-pakodo ki khushboo, aur ek football match ka high-tension moment Bahar tez baarish ho rahi thi. Chhatt se girte paani ki rhythm ek alag hi background score ban chuki thi. Rasoi se kadak chai aur pakode ki khushboo poore ghar mein fail gayi thi, jaise har kisi ke mood ko automatically festive kar diya ho. Living room ka setup simple tha, lekin vibe zabardast — TV par projector se Arjun ke football tournament ka second match live stream ho raha tha. Azhar sofa ke corner par comfortably baith kar screen se chipak chuka tha. Zaheer aur Shanu ek hi sofa ke alag end par baithkar match dekh rahe the, beech me ek cushion ka gap — officially. Asma floor par ek gadda bichha kar relaxed pose mein baithi thi, lekin uska dhyaan match ke sath-sath Ammu par bhi tha. Cut to Kitchen – Ammu Ammu stove ke saamne khadi thi, haath mein chamach leke pakode palat rahi thi. Lekin uske kaan living room ki taraf the. Azhar (screen ki taraf dekhte hue) Dekho! Arjun phir se flank se ghusa... kya speed hai is ladke ki! Mash,.'! Asma (has kar) Bas ab goal maar de… toh main bhi fan ban jaaun! Ammu ne halki si blush karte hue apni aankhon se stove ki aanch kam ki. Uske lips pe ek muskaan thi, lekin wo chhupane ki koshish kar rahi thi. Ammu (andar hi andar, muskurate hue) Pata nahi kyu… tere naam ki tareef sun ke lagta hai jaise meri hi ho rahi ho... Cut to: Living Room – The Real Game Zaheer ne TV ki taraf dekhne ka bahana banaya… aur dheere se apna haath Shanu ki thigh par rakh diya. Shanu ki aankhen wide ho gayi… usne ek second mein zaheer ki taraf dekha, lekin kuch nahi kaha. Uske cheek ka pink deepen kar gaya.Phir next 5 minutes baad… Zaheer ne apna hand Shanu ki kamar ke paas le jaake ek halki si chikoti kaat li. Shanu (suddenly uchalti hai) Ayyooo! Azhar (TV se aankh hata ke) Kya hua? Ball laga kya tujhe? Shanu (fake smile ke sath) Nahi… matlab... ball nahi, thoda tea chahiye shayad. Asma (laugh karte hue) Tere reaction se laga red card mil gaya ho! Zaheer screen pe concentrate dikh raha tha, lekin uske lips ke kone ek guilty victorious smile le aaye. Cut to Kitchen – Ammu Entry with Pakode Ammu ek tray leke aayi — steaming hot pakode aur adrak wali chai. Azhar Arey wah! Yeh hui na baat… Arjun ground me jalwa dikhaye aur ghar me Ammu! Woh tray table par rakh kar wapas jaane lagti hai, lekin Azhar bol padte hain Azhar Baith ja beta, Arjun ka goal aane wala hai… Ammu thoda jhijhakti hai, lekin baith jati hai, aur apne blush ko sametne ki koshish karti hai. Zaheer ne corner of eye se dekha ki Ammu ka expression soft ho gaya hai.Usne screen ki taraf dekhte hue ek aur baar Shanu ke haath ko touch kiya — is baar, bas pinky finger se. Shanu ne uske finger ko halki si tight grip se roka… no smile, no words… just silence with spark. TV pe Arjun ek corner se run karta hai… commentator chillaata hai "AND IT’S A GOAL! WHAT A FINISH!" Ghar mein sab chillate hai — Azhar Yeh hui na baat! Arjun ne phir dikhaya kamaal! Asma Woh goal nahi, missile tha! Shanu aur Zaheer dono ek dusre ki taraf dekhe… aur phir aankhon ke through ek hi emotion share kiya: “Tum mere ho.” Scene ends with chai ke cup se uthane wali bhap aur window pe baarish ki tapping. [b]Ammu & Shanu – Late Night Gossip[/b] Time: 11:47 PM | Location: Ammu’s Bedroom Mood: Calm, intimate, dosti se bhara hua Kamra thoda halka dim tha, sirf ek table lamp ki naram roshni mein sab kuch sukoon bhara lag raha tha. Window ke paar halki thandak aur door se kitchen ke taraf se garam doodh ke ubalne ki awaaz aa rahi thi. Ammu aur Shanu dono floor pe carpet par bethi thi, ek dusre ke opposite, dono ke haath mein chai ka cup. Shanu Mujhe lagta hai... tu kuch kehna chahti hai, par rok leti hai. Ammu Tujhe hamesha sab pehle kaise samajh aa jaata hai? Shanu (halki si muskaan ke saath) Dost hoon... aur tu kuch bolti nahi tab bhi teri aankhon mein likha hota hai. Ammu thoda sa cup se chai leti hai, phir seedha uski aankhon mein dekhti hai. Ammu Bas kabhi kabhi lagta hai... sab kuch kehna zaroori nahi hota. Har baat ka waqt hota hai. Shanu Aur tu waqt ka intezar karti hai? Ammu Nahi... bas chahti hoon ki jab kuch bolun, toh sach mein uska matlab ho. Jab bolun, toh khud se bhi sach hoon. Shanu thoda serious ho gayi thi. Usne chai ka cup side mein rakha aur dono haath lap pe fold kar liye. Shanu Main bhi ab yeh samajhne lagi hoon... ki sab kuch andar rakhna healthy nahi hota. Kuch baatein... sirf bol deni chahiye, takay mann halka ho jaaye. Ammu Sahi kaha. Waise bhi... waqt ka kya bharosa? Shanu ne yeh line repeat ki jaise uske andar kuch trigger ho gaya ho. Uski aankhon mein ek chamak si aa gayi. Shanu Tu jaanti hai... yeh line simple lagti hai, par dil ko seedha lag jaati hai. Ammu Kyuki sach hai. Jo dil mein hai, wo dil mein mat rakho. Nikal do. Chahe khushi ho, dard ho ya pyaar. Dono thodi der tak chup rahi. Sirf cup se uthti garam bhap, aur neeche bicha hua floor mat thoda garam lag raha tha. Shanu (thoda hansi rok ke) Tu na... kabhi kabhi meri therapist lagti hai. Ammu Aur tu kabhi kabhi meri diary. Bolti kam hai, par sab sambhal leti hai. Dono muskura kar ek doosre ke shoulders se halki si takra gayi. Raat badhti gayi, chai thandi pad gayi... lekin dosti ke uss ek late night moment ne unke beech ek aur layer jod di thi — khamoshi mein samajhne wali. Scene Fade Window se thunderstorm ka reflection or bahar tip tip boondon ki aawaz ke sath badalon ka garzan... dono ke beech ek unsaid sa promise ki ab kuch bhi dil mein nahi rakha jaayega. Next Morning – 8:30 AM – Ammu’s Room Khidkiyon se halki si roshni chhanni lagi thi. Room me ek halka sa geela-pan tha, jaise bas abhi-abhi koi naha kar nikla ho. Ammu mirror ke saamne khadi thi. Gile baal kandhon par gir rahe the… ek halki si muskurahat uske chehre par.Pink pastel suit ka dupatta loosely shoulder par tha… neckline thodi exposed thi, lekin sab kuch naturally elegant lag raha tha. Usne phone uthaya. Camera front mode pe kiya. Ek perfect angle liya… face crop mein nahi dikh raha, bas suit ko shoulder-down frame — gile baal, neckline, ilaichi color ka bra strap aur ek confident aura. Click. Ek selfie. Ammu ne photo gallery me dekha… phir thoda sa blush karte hue caption type kiya: "This is your second award, Mr. Champion Singh. Let’s see how badly you want the third ?" Send. Scene Cut To: Jodhpur Tournament Camp – Same Time Arjun practice ke liye ready ho raha hota hai. Uska phone buzz karta hai. Notification: 1 image from Ammu Wo turant screen slide karta hai. Photo open hoti hai — Arjun ka reaction pehle shock… fir ek naughty smile… Arjun Bhai… ab toh teesra match jaan pe khelke jeetunga. Uska teammate puchta hai Kya mila itna motivation? Arjun Bas samajh le... trophy ghar se hi mil rahi hai. College Canteen – Girls Corner Time: Late morning, around 11:45 AM Gossip ka full mood chal raha tha. Priya table ke centre mein baithi thi, aur uske aas-paas Ammu, Shanu, Neha aur Riya chipki hui thi, jaise koi celebrity interview hone ja raha ho. Shanu Toh bata Priya, honeymoon ka plan kaha ka hai? Paris ya Phuket? Riya Phuket sahi rahega… thoda thoda thandak bhi… aur thoda thoda garam garam mahol bhi… (Neha aur Ammu zor se hansi chhupa leti hain. Priya aankhon se maarne lagti hai.) Priya Chup karo yaar... Nakul yeh sab sun leta toh shadi cancel kar deta... Ammu (teasingly) Cancel? Matlab tum logon ne itni booking already kar li hai? Shanu Bas itna bata… pehla match kab aur kis stadium mein khelegi? Riya Stadium? Mujhe toh pitch ke dimensions jaane hai. Nakul ki fitness bhi check ki kya? Neha Arre fitness se yaad aaya… suna hai Nakul ke abs dekh ke Priya ka BP high rehta hai... Priya (blushing, aankhen chhupate hue) Tum log pagal ho poore ke poore! Shanu (laughing) Pagal toh tab honge jab tu apna match-winning smile dikhayegi shaadi wale din... Ammu (nazar mila ke bolti hai) Bas ek baat dhyaan rakhna Priya… wardrobe malfunction se zyada dangerous hota hai emotional malfunction… Sab hansne lagti hain. Priya sir pakad ke muskurati hai, lekin aankhon mein woh sparkle hoti hai jo ek bride-to-be ke chehre pe hi aata hai. Shanu (softly) Nakul sach mein lucky hai… Riya Lucky toh hum hain jo Priya ka pre-marriage uncensored version dekh rahe hain! (Priya ek tissue uthake Riya ko fake maarne jaati hai, sab full laughter mode mein chali jaati hai.) Canteen Scene – Continuation Time: Around 12:15 PM Location: College Canteen, corner bench near the side wall Group ke sab members coffee lene ya restroom ke excuse se udhar-udhar nikal gaye the. Ab table par sirf Ammu aur Priya thi. Priya apne straw se slow sip le rahi thi aur Ammu thoda hesitant, lekin uske chehre par ek chhupi si excitement thi. Ammu Tu ne jaisa bola tha... maine selfie bheji... aur woh video bhi. Uska reaction... uff. Pura pagal ho gaya tha. Priya (naughtily eyebrow raise karte hue) Obvious hai babe… tu koi aam ladki thodi hai. Par ab? Ammu uski taraf jhukti hai, thoda dheere bolti hai, jaise kisi ne sun na le Ammu Ab main soch rahi thi... aur kya surprise de sakti hoon… kuch aisa jo yaad rahe tournament ke dinon mein… lekin… Priya aankhon se smile karte hue thoda aur jhukti hai, aur uske kaan ke paas halki si füsfusaahat mein ek idea deti hai.Ammu ka chehra ekdum freeze ho jaata hai… aankhen khul jaati hai, aur cheekon ka pink tint ek second me deep blush me badal jaata hai. Woh ek second ke liye bas Priya ko dekhti rehti hai Ammu Tu pagal hai kya… woh mujhe galat samjhega toh? Priya shoulders utha ke casual style mein kehti hai Priya Chill babe… ladko ko aisi ladkiyan pasand aati hain jo unke sath khul kar rahe. Agar usne tujhe already accept kiya hai... toh yeh uske liye bas ek cherry on top hai. Trust me. Ammu ke lips thode parted hote hai… aankhon me ab bhi hesitation tha, lekin uske dil me excitement ki halki halchal bhi. Woh apne fingers se cheek lightly rub karti hai, jaise blush ko chhupana chahti ho. Uski aankhon me ek soft sparkle… ek naughty idea jo ab uske mind me proper seat le chuka tha. Usne apna phone uthaya… gallery scroll ki… aur Priya ki taraf mushkura ke sir hila diya. Ammu (half-whisper) Tu rehne de… ab mujhe idea mil gaya hai. Priya (smirking) Bas yeh baat yaad rakh… team jitni chahiye match... utna surprise wala pressure bhi badhta jayega. Ready rehna Ammu Singh. Priya ke ammu ke sath singh kehne par ammu blush karti hai or neck thoda tilt karke, hair tuck karte hue Priya ki aankhon me dekhti hai, Ek slow confident nod deti hai, jisme ab doubt nahi tha… sirf plan tha. [b]Time: 2:45 PM [/b] Location: College Library, third row near the window Library me ek dum seher jaisi khamoshi thi. Dhoop ka ek patla sa beam shanu ke curly hair par pad raha tha. Dono ek hi table ke opposite side par baithe the, thick reference books khule the — par dono ki aankhen pages par nahi, ek dusre par tikti ja rahi thi. Table ke neeche, zaheer ka pair halki si touch karta hai shanu ki thigh ko. Pehle to shanu ne ignore kiya. Doosri baar jab rub hua, to usne aankhon ki chhoti si movement se usse dekha… zaheer usi serious book-reading pose me tha. Shanu Zaheer… Woh uski aankhon me dekhti hai, narrowed eyes ke sath Shanu Tu kuch zyada hi fast mode me nahi ja raha? Zaheer, bina nazar hataye, usi mischievous calm mein uski taraf jhukta hai thoda Zaheer Fast kaha… abhi to bas thighs tak hi rub kar raha hoon. Agar tu chahe, to aur aage bhi jaa sakta hoon. Shanu ka chehra ek second ke liye tight ho jata hai, lekin phir woh aankhon me blush aur muskaan le aati hai. Uski aankhen, zaheer ke flirt ko pura absorb karti hain. Woh apne pen ki tip se page par circles banate hue keh deti hai, halki si smile ke sath: Shanu Dream on, Captain Zaheer. Zaheer uski aankhon me dekhta hai, aur ek slow confident wink deta hai. Phir casually apni kitaab ki taraf dekh kar bolta hai, jaise kuch hua hi nahi. Zaheer Book ka naam kya tha? Human Anatomy? Shanu Tere sense of humour ka anatomy to main tod dungi agar abhi chup nahi hua to. Aur dono apne page me jhuk jaate hain… lekin dono ki aankhon me wo spark chhupi hoti hai, jo books ke words se zyada intense thi. Scene Time: 4:15 PM Location: Nikhat’s home, drawing room window-side couch Weather: Baarish ho rahi hai — halki halki, lekin constant Drawing room ki ek side par bada glass window tha, jiske baahar baarish ki boonden slowly behti ja rahi thi. Window ke samne ek beige couch, jahan Nikhat baithi thi — relaxed pose mein, ek oversized t-shirt aur comfortable black shorts pehne hue. Hair loosely tied, kuch strands cheek par chipak gaye the halki humidity se. Table par ek steaming coffee mug tha, uske side mein TV remote. She pressed the button — screen par Arjun ka team warm-up kar raha tha. Commentary ki aawaz halki thi, lekin match ka energy slowly room me ghulne laga. Nikhat ne apna ek pair sofa par fold kiya, dusre se rhythmically cushion ko tap karti rahi. Uska chehra blank nahi tha… thoda composed, thoda unsettled. TV ki roshni uske cheekbones ko highlight kar rahi thi. Baarish ki halki halki awaaz, coffee ki khushboo, aur Arjun ka naam sunte hi uske haathon ka thoda sa tighten ho jaana — sab kuch ek unsaid restlessness jaisa feel kar raha tha. Nikhat slowly screen ki taraf lean karti hai. Uski aankhon me kuch tha... jaise ek sawaal, ek silence, ya ek emotional dhund. Camera dhire dhire uske face par zoom karta hai. Uski aankhen slightly moist, lekin koi aansu nahi. Lips closed, lekin dil me kuch baatein. Background me sirf baarish ki sound chal rahi hoti hai. Scene fades out Camera uske face ke extreme close-up par tik jaata hai... uske cheek par ek chhoti si drop — baarish ki ya coffee steam ki… pata nahi.
16-07-2025, 10:08 AM
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Update 50
Location: Arjun ka match – Live Telecast Background Sound: Crowd ke cheer ki gungunahat aur commentator ka high-octane commentary Commentator (excited voice) Aur yeh raha kickoff! Arjun Singh ne ball receive ki hai… kya baat hai, kya footwork! Woh left flank se nikalte hue… defender ko beat kiya… OH YES! YEH MATCH hone wala hai AAG ka dariya! Camera suddenly CUT TO: Zaheer ka ghar Time: Evening, barish ka tezz mausam Background: Barish ki thunderous aawaz, khidki ke sheeshe par boonden, aur living room me TV ka glow Living area me chaar log… TV ke saamne sofa par Zaheer aur Shanu side by side baithe hue, ek blanket dono ke pair tak loosely pada hai. Shanu ka haath quietly sofa ke edge par hai, thoda zaheer ke kareeb... lekin koi touch nahi hua abhi tak. Asma floor pe bethi hai cushion ke saath, ek chhoti si bowl me popcorn leke. Aur corner me Azhar saab apne chai ke cup se halki sips le rahe hain, aankhen TV par. Azhar (bina aankhen hataaye) Yeh Arjun… kamal ka ladka hai, pressure me bhi bilkul loose nahi padta. Shanu apne mug ko haath me ghooma rahi thi, lekin ek chhupi si smile uske lips pe aayi zaheer ka reaction sunke. Zaheer khamosh tha, lekin uski aankhon me ek chhupa hua pride tha — us team ke liye jo ab uski nahi thi. CUT TO: Kitchen Ammu gas par pakode sekh rahi thi. Barish ki thap thap sunai de rahi thi, lekin usse zyada jo sunai de raha tha… woh tha Arjun ka naam... baar baar commentator ke through, aur ab to Azhar ke through bhi. Uska haath slow ho gaya. Pal bhar ke liye pakode ki tray se nazar hataa kar usne window ki taraf dekha — baarish ki boonden aur TV ki reflection, dono uski aankhon me ek shine le aaye. Commentator background me joshila tha Commentator Singh ne ball chura li hai… kya move! Yeh defender uske liye koi rukawat nahi! Aur goal ke saamne… PASS diya gaya… Arjun fir se run karte hue… HE SHOOTS… TV ROOM Zaheer (almost under breath) Maar de… maar de yaar… Shanu (whispering with wide eyes) Come on Arjun… Commentator (shouting) GOOOOOOOAAAALLLLL!!! ARJUN SINGH NE DIL JEET LIYA!!! Kya comeback! Kya finishing! Living Room Sab uth kar cheer karte hain. Shanu aur Asma high-five karti hain. Azhar khushi se thali thali mein pakode ki taraf haath badhate hain. Zaheer relaxed ho jata hai, ek halki si exhale — khushi? Ya kuch aur? CUT TO: Kitchen Ammu tray me garam pakode rakhte hue thoda muskurati hai… dil me ek naam ghoomta hai — Arjun Uski aankhon me blush ka ek halka sa rang aa jata hai… Location: Jodhpur Football Ground Time: Match ka final whistle baj chuka hai, Arjun ka team jeet chuka hai Background: Loud cheers, team players Arjun ko hug kar rahe hain, uska naam echo kar raha hai – ARJUN! ARJUN! Visual: Arjun thoda thaka hua, sweaty face, messy hair, jersey thodi muddy ho chuki hai. Crowd ka noise slow hone lagta hai… jaise har awaaz mute hoti ja rahi ho… Sound fades Background mein ek faint music — soft romantic instrumental chalne lagta hai, jaise kisi dream sequence ka. Arjun apne haath me football pakad ke ground ke beech khada hota hai, aankhon me kuch alag si chamak… Arjun (internal monologue) Sab chillaa rahe hain… sab khush hain… main bhi hoon… par jaise jeet ka taste pura tab aata hai… jab woh sun le... Uske aankhon ke samne ek pal ke liye Ammu ka face flash hota hai — Uska muskurata hua chehra… uske wet baal, uski aankhon ki woh halki si narazgi, uska blush… Arjun (softly, under breath) Ammu… Tabhi team ke kuch players uske sar pe paani daal kar masti karte hain. Sab hans rahe hote hain, Arjun bhi zor se ek baar laugh karta hai Arjun (internal whisper) Mujhse zyada koi lucky nahi ho sakta… Uske team mate usse kheech kar again huddle me le jaate hain, lekin Arjun ab pura zone me nahi hai… uska ek hissa abhi bhi us selfie ke peeche chhupa hua hai... Camera zooms out Team ke celebration ke beech ek boy, ek champion… khud se kehta hai “Abhi to sirf ek match jeeta hai, asli reward to baaki hai.” Time: Late night, post match celebration khatam ho chuka hai Location: Arjun ka hotel room – Jodhpur Sab players fresh ho chuke hain, kuch log room me masti kar rahe hain, kuch log dinner ke liye ready ho rahe hain. Arjun apne phone screen ko baar baar check karta hai, lekin reply ka wait ho raha hai. Phir ek vibration… Notification: 1 new message from Ammu Arjun turant screen unlock karta hai. Message khulta hai — aur uska chehra ek second ke liye blank ho jata hai. Screen Pe: Ek photo open hoti hai… jisme bas ammu ke per hote hai bina kisi kapde ka, uske ghutne se leke toe tak ke pet reveal hote hai... Pic mein na uska face na koi or body parts bas ek per par dusra per rakha hua bed par bethi ho jaise or pero par kou kapda nahi ekdm nude Caption beneath the pic: You deserve it, Mr. Singh. ?? Visual: Arjun ki aankhein literally fati ki fati reh jaati hain. Woh phone screen ko do baar zoom karta hai jaise confirm karna ho ke yeh sach me wohi Ammu hai. Phir uske lips se ek slow, deep whistle nikalti hai. Arjun Yeh ladki… yeh ladki mujhe maar degi ek din Uska room mate peeche se bolta hai Oye kya dekh raha hai aise? Koi tactical video mil gaya kya opposition ka? Arjun Nahi bhai… game abhi abhi shuru hua hai... Woh phone ko chest ke saath lagata hai ek second ke liye, phir phir se photo kholta hai… Arjun (internal) Tu bas ruk ja… final jeet gaya na… toh… Woh whatsapp kholta hai, typing shuru karta hai, phir delete karta hai. Phir firse likhta hai… Arjun: Jaan leli meri... ab agli photo match ke pehle bhejna… taaki motivation bani rahe. ?? Woh send karta hai… aur fir bed pe gir jaata hai… Chehra pillow me daba kar muffled scream deta hai Arjun Salaa main zinda hoon… main sach me zinda hoon! [Scene Fade Out] College Canteen – Girls' Corner | Time: 11:45 AM, next day] Hawa mein match jeetne ka josh hai, lekin girls’ corner mein vibe kuch aur hi spicy chal rahi hai. Table ke around Ammu, Shanu, Priya, Riya, and Fatima bethi hain. Cold coffee, fries, aur ek gossip ka volcano ready to erupt. Riya (cheeky smile ke saath Priya ko dekhte hue) Toh, Mrs. Almost Engaged... kal ka honeymoon ka rehearsal ho gaya ya abhi bhi checklist pending hai? Fatima (laughs) Checklist? Arre usne toh full trial kar liya hoga… shaadi ke pehle hi honeymoon diary bharne wali lagti hai Priya! Shanu (teasingly) Haan haan… bol Priya, Nakul ne kapde design karwaye ya bina kapdo ke hi honeymoon ki planning hai? Priya (face in full mock anger, lekin cheeks red) Shut up, tum sab pagal ho bilkul! Kuch bhi bolte ho yaar! Ammu (fake innocent tone mein) Hum kya bole... tu hi toh keh rahi thi kal... “Mujhe ladke mein boldness pasand hai…” ab boldness ka matlab ab humein samajh aaya. Riya Aur ladka toh outstation mein hai na? Yeh love long distance wala angle bada hot ho gaya lagta hai… Fatima Oye Ammu… Priya ko kyun tang kar rahi? Ammu (smirking) Main toh bas guide kar rahi hoon… ab future biwiyon ko tayyari toh rehni chahiye na… Shanu (leaning toward Priya with mock concern) Waise ek baat bata… engagement wale din ke liye outfit finalize ho gaya? Ya woh bhi... nakul’s choice only? Priya (blushing hard, but laughing along) Bas karo yaar! Tum logon se toh koi secret rakhna hi bekaar hai! Fatima Secret rakhna? Tumhare body language aur Insta stories hi sab kuch spill kar rahe… Kya karoon main itni hot hoon! wala filter laga ke story daali thi... woh kiska idea tha? Sab hans padti hain, Priya dono haath se chehra chhupane lagti hai. Shanu Ek hi toh suggestion hai Priya – honeymoon pe jaa, lekin return ticket cancel karwana mat… warna Nakul toh wahin faint ho jaayega. Ammu (sipping coffee) Ab Nakul se zyada toh Priya excited lagti hai… honeymoon, suit, lingerie, aur poses sab ready… Fatima Kya pata usne Nakul ko photo bhi bhej diya ho… just like someone else here... Ammu choke kar jaati hai cold coffee mein. Shanu Control... Queen of Tease! [Scene Ends on Priya’s embarrassed smile and Ammu's side blush] [b]Post-College Bike Ride | Time: 4:15 PM | Location: Jaipur ki khuli sadke, golden sunlight mein dhali hui] [/b] Classes khatam ho chuki thi. Campus ke parking lot se nikalte waqt, Zaheer apni matte black bike ke paas khada tha — helmet handle par latka hua, aur aankhon mein wahi mischievous glint. Tabhi uske peechhe se Shanu aayi — breeze mein udte baalon ke saath, ek haath mein college bag aur dusre se dupatta sambhalte hue. Shanu Yeh sudden ride plan hai ya koi aur naya prank? Zaheer (grinning, bike ki seat tap karte hue) Plan bhi main hoon, ride bhi... aur agar tu ready hai, toh destination bhi tu hi hai. Shanu uski line pe aankhein chhoti karke dekhti hai, lekin cheek thoda sa blush kar jata hai. Helmet pehnte hue uski aankhon mein woh soft sparkle aa jata hai. Bike chali toh hawa ke jhonke ke saath dono ka mood bhi aur halka ho gaya. Zaheer ne bike highway ki taraf mod di, aur Shanu thoda aur paas aa gayi — dono haath uske peet par, lekin slowly fir kamar tak slide karte hue. Zaheer (casually) Yeh grip ride ke liye hai ya mujhe distract karne ke liye? Shanu (playfully) Tujhe dekh ke toh helmet bhi confuse ho gaya hota... tu bacha kaise hai ab tak bina accident ke? Zaheer (accelerator dabaate hue) Tu peechhe baithi hai... ab accident hone de? Shanu (smiling against the wind) Tera sense of flirt kabhi repair nahi ho sakta. Zaheer Usse pehle mujhe yeh bata... tu itni hot kab se lagne lagi? Shanu ka haath halka sa uske peet par tap karta hai — a soft thump. Shanu Bas, line khatam. Tu waise hi flirt karta reh gaya toh tujhe kahin chhod ke chale jaungi. Zaheer uski baat pe hansi rokh nahi pata. Mirror mein uski aankhon se aankhein milti hai Shanu ki. Slow motion mein, Jaipur ki narrow lanes unke around blur ho jaati hain, aur focus sirf un dono par tik jata hai. Shanu (whispering against the wind) Mujhe darr sirf ek cheez ka lagta hai. Zaheer (soft tone) Kis cheez ka? Shanu Yeh ride kahin ruk na jaaye… Zaheer uski baat pe ek second ke liye serious ho jaata hai... fir ek haath uski thigh par gently rest kar deta hai — protective, caring. Zaheer Mere saath wali ride... sirf speed nahi, commitment bhi hoti hai. Bike slow down hoti hai — roadside ek chai stall ke paas. Zaheer brakes lagata hai, Shanu utarti hai. Dono ki aankhon mein halka sa pyaar, halka sa tease... aur ek promise jaisa kuch. [b]Scene ends with them standing together — Shanu dupatta sambhalte hue, Zaheer uski aankhon mein kuch aur dhoondte hue.[/b] [b]Bike thoda sa kone mein park hai. Zaheer aur Shanu ek wooden bench pe baithe hain — ek thaila chai stall ke samne, jahan se elaichi wali chai ki meethi meethi khushboo aa rahi hai. Aas paas gaadiyon ki halke horn aur background mein ek old Rafi song baj raha hai — [i]"abhi na jao chhod kar..." [/b][/i] Zaheer dono ke liye chai laata hai — ek cup Shanu ke taraf badhata hai. Zaheer Lo madam, tumhare jaisi classy ladkiyon ke liye paper cup mein chai... gold plating unavailable thi. Shanu (laughs softly, cup lete hue) Agar gold plating chai mein hoti, toh tu afford nahi kar pata. Zaheer Acha? Tu samajhti kya hai mujhe...? Shanu (flirty teasing) Chai ke saath discount mein milne wala free biscuit. Zaheer ka muh khul jaata hai — mock offense mein. Zaheer Tu to kamal hai... ride free, chai free, aur insult bhi free? Shanu aankh maar ke uski chai ke cup se halki si sip leti hai — jaise uska patience test kar rahi ho Shanu Main kya karoon? Tune ek bhi line aisi nahi maari jise main seriously le saku. Zaheer thoda side se uski aankhon mein dekhta hai — a gaze that lingers a second longer than usual. Zaheer Ek line to dil se bol raha hoon ab... Shanu (sip lete hue, sarcasm mein) Chalo bol daalo... aaj ka quota khatam karo. Zaheer (softly, thoda serious) Tu jab ride pe mere peeche baithi thi na... toh laga jaise sab kuch slow ho gaya ho... Shanu thoda ruki... chai ka sip adhoora reh gaya. Zaheer ki aankhon mein woh usual masti nahi thi — kuch raw, kuch real tha. Shanu (softly, a smirk ke saath) Acha... aur jab main tere peeche se pakad ke baithi thi tab? Zaheer Us waqt laga... ke tu sirf haath se nahi, dil se bhi pakad rahi hai mujhe. Shanu uske is line pe blush nahi karti, lekin aankhon mein chamak aa jaati hai. Ek second ke liye dono chup ho jaate hain. Unke cups se bhap uthi jaa rahi hai, aur dono ke beech... ek khamoshi jo uncomfortable nahi, connected lagti hai. Shanu (slowly) Tu agar aise aur baatein karega na... toh mujhe sach mein tujhe seriously lena pad jaayega. Zaheer (smiling) Aur agar le liya... toh rokunga nahi. Shanu uske cup se ek aur sip leti hai, lekin is baar nazar Zaheer se nahi hata pati. Tabhi stall ke paas ek chhota bacha aata hai aur zaheer ke bike ke paas khilkhilate hue bolta hai: Baccha Bhaiya, bhabhi bahut sundar hai! Zaheer aur Shanu dono ek second ke liye freeze ho jaate hain — fir ek zabardast laughter. Zaheer (sarcastically bacche ko) Tu chhota hai par kaam bada kar gaya. Shanu (smiling) Iss bacche ko mai chocolate dungi... sach bolta hai yeh. Dono fir se ek dusre ko dekh ke haste hain — ek laughter jo casual nahi, deeply comforting hota hai. Scene fade hota hai chai ki bhap aur us Rafi song ke last lines ke sath... [b][i]"Kal phir aayenge, yeh baat kya hai..."[/b][/i] [b][i][b]Ammu's Room | Time: 6:15 PM | Post-Sunset Light Peeking Through Curtains | Room Mein Halki Halki Light Pink Glow] [/b][/b][/i] Ammu apne bed par padi hai, ek side se uske baal abhi bhi thode se geele, freshly washed. Ek soft cotton ka peach suit pehna hai — dupatta halka sa shoulder pe, aur ek hand towel uske lap mein rakha hua. Phone uske haath mein hai, aur screen pe WhatsApp khula hua hai. Notifications ki list mein ek message pop hota hai — Priya. Ammu aankhon mein thoda curiosity ke sath chat open karti hai. Priya Tera Mr. Singh toh full form mein lag raha hai... Tisra match bhi jeet gaya! Ab next surprise kya hai? ? Ammu (muskurate hue, softly whispering to herself) Pagal hai ye ladki... Typing indicator blink karta hai — Priya is typing... Priya Aur haan... kal jo idea diya tha uske baare mein socha kya? Ammu ka face suddenly thoda tense, thoda blush mode mein shift hota hai. Wo apne dupatte ko adjust karti hai Fir aata hai Priya ka ek aur message — thoda bold, thoda teasing. Priya Tune selfie bheji, kissing video bhi... now it’s time for something... more thrilling. Tu samajh toh rahi hai na? Ammu ke haath thode tight ho jaate hai phone ke upar. Wo aankhon se poore room mein idhar-udhar dekhti hai — ek nervous si excitement. Fir wo reply karne ke liye type karti hai... aur phir delete. Phir se type karti hai... Ammu Are you sure... woh thoda zyada bold nahi ho jayega? Priya Arre yaar! Chill... Tu galat kuch nahi kar rahi. Ye 2025 hai... and trust me, boys ko pasand hai confident girls... especially jo unke liye thoda “hatke” karein. Ammu ka face ab red ho chuka hai — blush, thrill aur confusion ka mix. Uski aankhon ke saamne Arjun ka face flash karta hai — woh muskurata hua, woh teasing karte waqt ka expression, woh “only for you” kehne ka andaaz. She smiles. Thoda uncertain, thoda bold. She whispers... Ammu Mr. Singh... ready ho na tum? She locks the door softly... and scene cuts on her mirror reflection — jaha Ammu apne shoulders se dupatta hatati hai, lekin camera sirf uska confident expression dikhata hai... a girl deciding to take one more step — for herself, for her thrill, for her love. [b][i][b]Scene fade out...[/b][/b][/i]
16-07-2025, 04:00 PM
Waiting for update dear it was owsome maza aeyga jab arjun ko pata chalega ki zaher uski behen ko like karta hai or zahsr ko jab pata chalega amu arjun ko like karti hai maza aeyga future fight me
16-07-2025, 06:09 PM
Ammu to ayhesta ayhesta asay nangi ho rhi, jesy dam mlang mlang me Katrina Kaif hoti hai
16-07-2025, 10:23 PM
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Update 51
Zaheer ka Living Room | Time: 5:00 PM | Bahar halki si dhoop aur thandi hawa | TV par Quarter Final Match ki Countdown Chal Rahi Hai]
Living room mein sab log settle ho rahe hain. Sofa pe Azhar, ek side Zaheer, uske bagal mein Shanu, aur beech mein chhoti si curious Asma apni usual innocent tone mein pooch leti hai…
Asma
Baba… yeh quarter final kya hota hai?
Azhar (smiling, TV ki taraf dekhte hue)
Beta... tournament mein chaar level hote hain. Pehle hota hai group stage, uske baad quarter final — jismein 8 team hoti hain. Phir hota hai semi-final, aur phir final. Quarter final matlab... jo is match mein jeetega, wo semi-final mein jayega.
Asma (eyes wide open, excitedly)
Toh agar aaj Arjun bhaiya ki team jeeti... toh semi-final or haari to bahar ??
Zaheer (TV se nazar hata kar confidently)
nahi harenge...
Shanu ne side glance diya, Zaheer ki confident tone par uski aankhon mein ek sparkle si aayi. Woh halki si muskaan ke saath blush kar gayi — jaise usse har baar Zaheer ka aise confidently bolna secretly bahut achha lagta hai.
Usi moment, Ammu tray mein chai ke cup aur ek steel plate mein namkeen le kar aayi. Uska dupatta shoulder pe loose tha, cheeks thode se pink — thoda excitement, thoda anticipation.
Ammu
Lo sab log... garam garam chai.
Asma ne sabse pehle cup uthaya, fir Zaheer ne Azhar ke liye pass kiya.
Ammu (casually)
Main bhi dekhne baithi hoon... aaj ka match important hai na.
Wo Asma ke bagal mein floor pe baith gayi — dono behnein ek hi direction mein TV ki taraf focused thi. Chai ki khushboo, TV ki commentary, aur ghar ke andar ka woh warm, fuzzy atmosphere — ek perfect mix tha excitement aur bonding ka.
TV screen par match ki teams warm-up kar rahi thi.
Commentator (background mein)
Aur aaj ka match hai high stakes quarter final... jeetne wali team karegi semi-finals mein entry!
Ammu, chai ki chuski ke saath softly bolti hai…
Ammu
All the best, Mr. Singh…
Uska voice itna halka tha ki sirf uska cup sun sakta.
Scene fade out, focus TV par jahan Arjun ki team ka naam flash hota hai.
Living area ka mahaul festive tha. TV par match ka live stream chal raha tha, aur har corner mein tension aur excitement ka asar tha.
Zaheer ek side corner sofa pe baitha tha, paas hi Shanu – dono ek hi sofa share kar rahe the, beech mein cushion tha par aankhon ka connection uninterrupted. Asma centre table ke paas floor pe folded legs mein baithi thi, dono haathon se apni thali sambhalti. Azhar saab apne aakhri sip chai ka le rahe the, aur aankhen TV screen par tikaye hue thi.
TV se commentator ki awaaz gunjti hai
Commentator
Aur yahaan se shuru ho chuki hai... Jodhpur stadium se direct live coverage! College ke star player Arjun Singh ka aaj ka performance... saari ummeedein usi par hain!
Shanu ne ek second ke liye Zaheer ki taraf dekha, uska face serious tha, jab Arjun screen pe dikhta hai…
Kitchen se Ammu tray le kar aayi, garma garam pakode aur chai. Uska chehra blush kar raha tha, TV par Arjun ka face dekh kar. Chupchaap tray table par rakhti hai aur Asma ke paas jaake baith jaati hai, par aankhen screen se nahi hatti.
Azhar (smiling)
Arjun toh aag laga raha hai is baar. Zamaana yaad rakhega ye tournament.
Match Screen – Last Minute Goal Moment
Commentator (screaming)
Aur yeh ball... Arjun ke paas... dod raha hai... goalkeeper ke bilkul samne... shot liya...
GOOOOOOOAAALLL!!!
Ghar mein taaliyon ki goonj!
Shanu excitement mein uchal gayi – Asma ne uska haath pakad kar zor se jhatka diya
Zaheer bhi ek second ke liye excited hokar taali baja deta hai
Azhar
Mujhe toh shuru se pata tha, Arjun usi waqt maarta hai jab waqt nikal raha hota hai!
Ammu blush karte hue quietly ek sip leti hai… lekin uski aankhon mein Arjun ki image ghoom rahi hoti hai — screen pe haath failaye, victory ke pose mein.Zaheer aur Shanu ke beech, table ke neeche ek halki si thokar lagi — dono ke haath touch hue, ek chhoti si eye contact aur ek secretive si smile — jaise victory un dono ki ho gayi ho.
Match ka junoon abhi bhi sab ke chehron par tha. TV screen par Arjun apne teammates ke saath hansi-mazaak kar raha tha, uska chehra chamak raha tha... sweat, pride, aur victory ki ek alag roshni thi uske chehre par.
Shanu ne Asma ke shoulders ko pyaar se tapkaaya
Table ke neeche phir se ek halki si chhup chhupi…
Zaheer apni chai uthata hai, lekin uski ungliyaan phir se accidentally shanu ki fingers ko chhoo jaati hain.
Shanu neeche dekh ke blush karti hai aur slow motion mein use aankhon se warning deti hai... lekin us warning mein ek narazgi nahi, ek tease chhupa hota hai.
Zaheer (whispers)
Tu pakdi jaayegi ek din mere kaaran...
Shanu (halki si neck tilt karke, bina bole aankhon se kehti hai)
Toh tu chhod de...
Zaheer (soft smirk)
Bina chhuye rehna mushkil lagta hai.
Ammu meanwhile quietly corner mein baithi, apni chai mein bar bar dunk karte hue biscuit tod rahi thi... lekin uski aankhon mein kuch aur hi tha. TV screen par Arjun ka zoomed-in close-up chal raha tha — uska thoda messed up hair, cheek pe mitti, collar thoda khula… Arjun camera mein smile kar raha tha jaise screen ke us paar sirf Ammu hi ho.
Ammu (andar hi andar, softly)
You really did it, Mr. Singh...
Asma (suddenly bol padti hai)
Didi… ab to party honi chahiye!
Azhar
Party toh hogi... par semi-final ke baad. Tab double reason hoga celebrate karne ka.
Ammu (ek smirk ke sath)
Double reward bhi milega...
Zaheer ne seedha uski taraf dekha
TV pe background mein commentators Arjun ki tareef kar rahe hote hain
Commentator
Aaj ke is match ke man of the match Arjun Singh! Ek baar phir se sabit kiya ki woh sirf ek player nahi, ek poori team ka jazba hai...
Azhar
Jeetne waale ladke... humare ghar ke daamaan se jude hue hain. ,.' barkat de in sab rishtey mein.
Ammu apni chai ki cup ko zor se hold karti hai… uske haathon mein ek bechaini si thi. Ek jazba jo ruk nahi raha tha. TV ki volume kam hoti hai... aur camera zoom karta hai shanu aur zaheer ke haathon pe — dono thoda thoda pass aa chuke the.
CUT TO
Ammu apna phone uthati hai… gallery open karti hai... aur ek unseen, saved photo select karti hai —
Caption:
You deserve it, Mr. Singh ❤️
Ammu’s Room – Late Evening, Post-Match Victory
Dim yellow lamp ki roshni, khidki se thandi hawa andar aa rahi hai. TV ka sound band ho chuka hai. Ghar shaant hai. Ammu apne room mein aati hai – match jeetne ke baad, Arjun ka reward ke liye… par uske dil mein ek naya jazba, ek nayi masti ubhar ke aa rahi hoti hai.
Darwaza dheere se band hota hai – ek halki si click ke saath.
Ammu kuch der wahan khadi rehti hai, peechhe se uske wet hair ka kuch resham sa lachak uski gardan se chipak raha hota hai.
Ammu
(andar hi andar muskurate hue)
Tisra reward mil gaya… ab agla
Woh mirror ke saamne jaake khadi hoti hai. Apna dupatta dheere se side mein rakhti hai — ek graceful movement, jaise kisi classical raag ki thaap.
Uski aankhon ka contact khud se hota hai – seedha mirror mein. Pehle aankhen, fir cheekbones… phir uski nazar jaati hai apne hi curves par.
Ammu
(slowly, soft breath ke sath)
Yeh hi sab pasand hai na tujhe…
Woh apne shoulder pe haath le jaake halka sa touch karti hai, jaise us jagah Arjun ki yaadon ki warmth ho.
Thoda camera uske side se focus karta hai — uske neckline se leke waistline tak. Ammu thoda turn karti hai apne reflection ke samne, aur ek teasing smile leti hai… woh vali smile jo sirf Arjun ke liye reserved hai.
Ammu
(teasing whisper jaisi tone mein)
Teesre reward ke liye main ready hoon, Mr. Singh… par is baar… surprise mera hoga.
Woh apne phone ka front camera on karti hai — screen mein apna pose dekhti hai, ek hand side waist pe, neck thoda tilt, eyes slightly playful, apne baal khol leti hai aur apna suit ka daman ek taraf se utha kar apni navel se upar tak lati hai jisse uska bellybutton show hota hai aur photo click karne se pehle ruk jaati hai.
Woh apne lips ko halka sa press karti hai… fir bolti hai
Ammu
(softly)
Nakul ki engagement wali Priya… tu badi dangerous nikli.
And click khichikkkkkk
Uske face pe laali aa jaati hai — woh aankhon se thoda sharma ke camera band karti hai… aur apni almari ki taraf chali jaati hai…
Woh almari ke ek kone mein Arjun ka diya hua gift box rakha dekhti hai — uski aankhon mein ek sparkle.
Scene ends with a slow instrumental bgm... camera Ammu ke smiling reflection pe zoom karta hai.
Late night. Jodhpur. Hotel room.
Arjun fresh ho chuka tha… tournament ke first two matches mein team ne shandar performance diya tha. Dinner ke baad sab players apne apne rooms mein chale gaye the, koi stretching kar raha tha, koi physio se consult, koi Netflix chalu karke relaxed mood mein.
Arjun apne bed par tha… ek thakaa thakaa sa smile uske chehre pe tha. Par aankhon mein ek alag si roshni… ek alag si talaash.
Usne apna phone uthaya. WhatsApp khola.
Screen blink ki.
"1 new message from Ammu"
Arjun ke lips pe ek slow smirk aaya. Usne screen swipe ki.
Message khula…
Ek photo. Caption ke saath.
“You deserve it, Mr. Singh ☕?”
Aur jaise hi image load hui…
Arjun seedha uth kar bed ke edge pe aa baitha. Uski aankhen photo pe atak gayi thi.uska dupatta side mein rakha hua tha. Uska toned flat belly clearly visible tha, navel center mein spark kar raha tha. Soft light uske curves pe fall kar rahi thi… hair open, freshly washed… photo mein face ka lower half dikha tha, thoda seductive smile ke saath.
Uska thumb screen pe hi ruk gaya… aankhon ka shine badh gaya… ek dum se halka gulp liya… haath se photo zoom kiya… navel pe…
Usne phone thoda seene se lagaya… aur fir hila ke sir hila diya jaise control mein rehne ki koshish kar raha ho…
Arjun
Ammu... tu mujhe pagal kar degi ek din.
Usne fir se phone screen unlock kiya… image ko ek baar aur dekha… is baar thoda zyada zoom karke… ek soft sigh uske lips se nikal gayi…
Arjun
Bas ab aur nahi… agla match jeet gaya na… to main seedha Jaipur… aur seedha teri chhat.
Woh ek chhoti si reply type karta hai…
“Safe nahi hai tere jaise reward itne late milna… mujhe neend kaise aayegi ab?”
Uske saath ek winking emoji.
Send.
Aur woh phone rakh ke light off karta hai… lekin aankhon mein ab neend nahi… sirf ek chehra… Ammu.
Scene fade out on Arjun’s room window… bahar Jodhpur ki shaant raat, aur andar ek jung jaisi halchal.
[b]Same time. Jaipur. Ammu’s room.[/b]
Raat ka waqt… ghar ke sab log apne kamron mein jaa chuke the. Ammu apne bed par late hue thi… uska phone table pe pada tha, lekin aankhein ceiling ki taraf thi.
Wo photo bhejne ke baad ek ajeeb si halkaapan mehsoos ho raha tha. Jaise kuch dare se bandh rakha tha… aur ab chhoot gaya ho.
Table lamp ki warm yellow light uske kamar tak ki bedsheet pe bikhri thi… baalon ki ek ladi uske neck se hote hue pillow tak aa chuki thi.
Achanak phone ki screen blink ki…
Ek message.
Ammu ne halka sa jhuk kar phone uthaya. Screen par Arjun ka naam tha.
Message unlock kiya…
"Safe nahi hai tere jaise reward itne late milna… mujhe neend kaise aayegi ab?"
Saath mein ek cheeky wink emoji.
Ammu ka chehra usi pal ek naram si muskaan se bhar gaya.
Usne phone ko haathon mein le kar thodi der tak dekha… message padhte padhte aankhon mein ek dreamy si chamak aa gayi.
Phir usne phone ko band kiya… aur apne seene se laga liya jaise kisi yaad ko sambhal ke rakha ho.
Koi reply nahi kiya.
Bas ek halka sa sigh liya… aankhein band ki… aur chhoti chhoti muskaan ke saath pillow mein chhup gayi.
Dheere dheere… raat uske cheek pe us smile ke saath dhalti gayi…
Scene fade out on Ammu’s sleeping face… ek khushi bhara sukoon… ek adhoora reply… ek poora ehsaas.
Agli subah ka waqt. Jaipur. Ammu’s room.
Window ke sheer curtains se halki dhoop andar ghus rahi thi. Fan ki halki ghoomti awaaz ke beech, room mein ek narmi thi… ek halka garam-cold balance, jaise subah ki neend aur nayi umeed ek hi chaadar mein lipti ho.
Camera slowly pan karta hai… bed par ammu ulte lete hue thi. Uska ek haath pillow ke neeche, doosra haath uske phone ke aas paas. Baal thode se bikhre hue. Light uske cheek pe pad rahi thi.
Ek second ke liye uske honton pe woh raat wala smile wapas aaya.
Cut to
Ammu aankh kholti hai. Phone uthati hai. Screen par Arjun ka wahi raat ka message open hai…
"Safe nahi hai tere jaise reward itne late milna… mujhe neend kaise aayegi ab?"
Ammu (apne aap se)
Neend mujhe bhi kaha aayi thi…
Wo phone lock karti hai, aur thoda stretch kar ke uthti hai. Mirror ke paas jaake rukti hai. Baal halki se messy bun mein bandhne lagti hai, par phir chhod deti hai.
Wardrobe se ek casual pastel kurti nikaalti hai, usse dekh ke halki si muskaan aati hai.
Phir ek nazar mirror mein khud ko dekhti hai… aankhen Arjun ke bheje gaye comment ki yaad se chamak jaati hai.
Flashback (soft echo tone):
Arjun
(voice over tone mein)
Tera curve… aur yeh navel… bas kehna nahi aata mujhe... lekin yeh meri weakness ban chuke hain.
Ammu ki aankhen usi flashback mein halki si blush karti hain. Uska haath apni waistline pe jaata hai, jahan dupatta naturally girta hai.
Ammu (under breath, muskurate hue)
Mental hai tu Singh…
She slips into her kurti slowly… aur room ke atmosphere mein ek nayi energy aa jaati hai.
Cut to:
Ammu kitchen mein jaati hai, lekin har kuch routine lagta hai. Dimaag abhi bhi us raat ke message aur photo pe hai. Uska phone beep karta hai — group chat ki kuch messages.
Fir ek aur message…
Arjun
"Today’s the semifinal. Tu dekh rahi hogi na?"
Ammu phone dekh kar halka sa smirk karti hai…
Ammu (voice low)
Dekhungi… aur jeetne par reward bhi milega.
She slides the phone into her dupatta’s fold… ek confident look ke saath kitchen ki taraf badhti hai…
Ammu apna phone on karti hai and chat me ek naam find karti hai, screen par Priya likha hua aata hai or ammu kuch type karke send karti hai or camera ki taraf dekh kar smile karti hai...
Ammu (teasing tone)
Get ready singh, is baar nahi Bach paoge....
And she busying in her daily work and collage ke liye nikal jati hai...
Camera Ammu ke piche se dikha raha hai jaha wo gali me jake mood jati hai or camera se gayab ho jati hai....
17-07-2025, 09:38 AM
Nice update, awesome
17-07-2025, 09:39 AM
(This post was last modified: 18-07-2025, 12:00 PM by Greenwood. Edited 2 times in total. Edited 2 times in total.)
Update 52
College Canteen – Late Morning, Around 11:45 AM Canteen ka left side corner – girls’ favourite adda. Table ke chaaron taraf ek colourful chaos tha – coffee mugs, open notebooks, tote bags, aur beech mein tha Priya, jiska chehra blush se laal tha. Uske haath mein ek wedding lehenga ka pamphlet tha, aur uski doston ne use gher rakha tha jaise shaadi us sabki ho. Ritika (Priya ke haath se pamphlet kheenchti hai) Arey waah madam! Itna deep neck blouse? Nakul dekh ke wahin faint na ho jaaye? Meghna Aur yeh wala lehenga… itna backless! Aunty kya bolengi? Sab mein ek zor ki hansi chhutti. Priya (blushing, sharmaate hue) Shut up yaar! Tum logon ke chakkar mein meri shaadi ke pehle divorce ho jaayega. Sneha Shopping kab jaa rahe ho fir? Priya Kal Sunday hai na. Mom aur bua ke sath jaa rahi hoon, tum sab bhi chalo yaar! Ritika Done! Full gang chalegi… waise bhi mujhe bhi ek new kurta lena hai. Tumhari engagement ke naam pe hum sab wardrobe update karenge. Sab ek dusre se high-five karte hain, laughter, teasing and some background music playing on canteen speakers – “Shaam gulabi, seene mein jalan si hai…” Cut To: Corridor se thoda distance par – Shanu aur Zaheer. Shanu crowd se thoda peechhe khadi hoti hai, ek side ka dupatta shoulder pe casually loose, haathon mein diary, aur aankhen sidha Zaheer par. Zaheer bhi dusri taraf se chal ke aa raha hota hai – jaise uske pair jaane anjaane usi taraf modte ho. Dono ki aankhon ka low-key eye contact hota hai. Shanu thoda sa nakhre se nazar hata leti hai. Zaheer apna bag adjust karta hai, lekin chhupke se one-hand flying kiss bhejta hai. Shanu ka face bas ek uncontrolled smile mein khil jaata hai, par wo zyada react nahi karti. Sirf ek half-eyeroll ke saath blush karti hai. Door se Priya usse dekh leti hai. Priya (teasing tone mein) Waise Shanu, tere liye bhi lehenga shopping chalu kar dein kya? Shanu (act smart wali smile ke sath) Nahi… main bas earrings lene chalungi… baaki sab baad mai. Sab girls milke cheekhne lagti hain – “Ooooooo!” Scene fade out on high-pitched giggles and soft romantic bgm. Nikhat’s Office Room – Late Afternoon, around 4:30 PM Nikhat apne minimal, elegant office cabin mein baithi hoti hai. Desk par ek half-finished coffee, ek closed laptop, aur ek open file jis par ab uski nazar nahi pad rahi hoti. She stretches back in her chair, thoda sa thakawat bhara saans leti hai. She murmurs softly under her breath Aaj ka quota ho gaya... She stands, loosens her hair jo clip mein bandha tha, aur halki muskurahat ke saath glass wall ke paas jaake khadi ho jaati hai. Tabhi office corridor se kuch ladkiyon की laughter and chatter sunai deti hai. Ladki 1 Us Arjun ki match dekhi kal? Kya goal maara tha last moment pe! Ladki 2 Uska Insta profile check kiya? Damn, wo toh ekdum actor jaisa lagta hai! Kya smile hai uski! Ladki 3 I swear, agar Nikhat ma'am na hoti na, toh main Arjun ki fan club president hoti! (Ladkiyaan aage nikal jaati hain, unki hansi hallway mein ghoomti rehti hai.) Nikhat ka chehra neutral rehta hai, lekin uski aankhon mein ek chhupi si halchal dikh jaati hai. Wo pal bhar ke liye unki taraf dekhti hai, phir slowly apne desk tak lautti hai.Chair par baith kar, apna phone uthati hai. Lock screen kholti hai. Ek pause. Fir thumb screen par scroll karta hai. Instagram app khulta hai. Arjun ki match ke pics. Pehle ek group photo – jahan Arjun center mein hai,uska confident smile camera ke beech tak chhalk raha hota hai.Nikhat thoda sa rukti hai… ek aur pic scroll karti hai. Is baar close-up.Arjun – mudkar dekhta hua, sweat dripping from his forehead, eyes focused. Nikhat ke lips pe ek almost invisible smile aati hai… wo ek aur pic par pause karti hai… usme Arjun balcony par casually baitha hota hai, kuch likhta hua… shirt ka top button open… breezy but intense. Wo phone lock karti hai, thoda sa blank expression ke sath khadi hoti hai. Purse uthati hai aur door ki taraf badhti hai.Jab door kholti hai, ek second ke liye rukti hai, aur chali jaati hai. Arjun’s Tournament Camp – Early Morning, 6:15 AM, Jodhpur outskirts Ek wide drone shot se scene open hota hai – camp ke aas-paas red desert mitti, ek taraf field jaha practice session hone wala hai, dusri taraf kuch white tents jisme players thoda thoda ready ho rahe hai. Suraj naya naya ug raha hai, orange light sab kuch soft bana rahi hai. Cut to: Arjun – sitting alone on the edge of the practice bench. Uske pair me studs hai, lekin shoelaces abhi tak bandh nahi kiye. Haath me ek towel jise wo halki si tight grip me pakda hua hai. Uska chehra calm hai, lekin aankhon me ek alag focus dikh raha hai – jaise kuch prove karna ho… khud se bhi, aur duniya se bhi. Arjun (internal monologue) Bas ek aur step.Phir final. Aur phir... mujhe wapas uske paas jaana hai kuch aur lekar, sirf trophy nahi... reward bhi. Wo towel apne shoulder par daal kar phone nikalta hai, screen on karta hai. Ammu ke bheje huye reward wale photo ka preview dikhta hai. Screen blink karta hai par Arjun sirf ek second us photo ko dekhta hai… uske lips pe ek curve aata hai... aisi smile jo sirf Arjun jaisi masti aur intensity mila ke laa sakti hai. Arjun (softly, under breath) Mr. Singh deserves more. Background mein uski team ka coach seeti bajata hai. Coach (door se) Arjun! Warm-up in five! Arjun uthane hi wala hota hai, phir ek aur baar phone screen dekhta hai – Ammu ka naam abhi bhi top pe pinned chat me dikh raha hai. Wo thoda rukh kar type karta hai. Text on screen Semifinal today. I’ll play like you’re watching every move. Save a bigger reward. I’ll earn it. Message sent. Arjun phone rakhta hai, shoelace tight karta hai, aur khud se bolta hai... Arjun Aaj ball se nahi... dil se khelenge. Cut to: Field – Warm-up begins Slow motion me Arjun running laps, ball control drills karta hai. Har step, har breath ke sath uski muscles tight, focus sharp – Arjun is in his element. BGM: Thumping instrumental with slow tabla rhythm and soft strings – determination blended with romance. His POV: Jab ball pe uska focus hota hai, uski aankhon me do images flash hoti hai: Ek uska childhood – chhote se Arjun ne pehli baar football kick kiya tha, wo moment. Dusra – Ammu ka slow motion me blush karna, jab usne reward bheja tha. Back to real-time. Arjun goalpost ki taraf daudta hai, jor se kick karta hai. Ball net me jaake lagti hai. Uske team ke kuch players seeti maarte hai.Coach ek thumbs up deta hai.Aur Arjun sirf ek confident nod karta hai.Sky pe slow zoom… sun now in full bloom. It’s game time. [b]Zaheer ke ghar ki shaam | Time: 5:15 PM | Semifinal match ke kuch hi waqt pehle [/b] Location: Living Room Ghar ke andar ek halka sa excitement ka mahal hai — baarish ki boondein abhi bhi sheeshe par tap-tap kar rahi hain. Kitchen se chai aur pakode ki sulagte hue besan ki khushboo poori living area me ghoom rahi hai. Sofe pe baith kar sab log match ke shuru hone ka intezaar kar rahe hain. Center stage: Zaheer jhuka hua hai, floor pe projector ke wires ko samajhne ki koshish kar raha hai. Remote ek haath me, aur doosre haath me HDMI cable. Uska frustration dikh raha hai. Zaheer Yeh wire idhar lagaya to sound chala jaata hai, udhar lagaya to screen hi gayab ho jaati hai... (ek wire kheechte hue, projector blink karta hai aur fir se band ho jaata hai) Sofa pe: Azhar haath me chai ka cup liye relaxed mode me Azhar Zaheer... beta tumhara IIT ka diploma yahi tak kaam aaya? Shanu, jo ek corner mein sofa par pair moorh kar bethi hai, chhup ke hansi rokti hai Shanu Chacha... mujhe lagta hai zaheer ko remote se zyada toh screwdriver pakadna aata hai. Asma, jo couch ke armrest pe baithi hai, ek popcorn ka dabba haath me leke taana maar deti hai Asma TV to chalu karo... warna main apna phone utha ke reels hi dekh leti hoon. Mujhe kya pata yeh match live hai ya 2003 ka repeat telecast. Ammu, kitchen ke darwaze ke paas khadi hai, apron pehne hue, ek glass paani lekar aayi hoti hai. Uska patience khatam ho raha hai. Ammu Zaheer, meri kasam... agar is baar bhi black screen aayi na... to tere match ke highlights main tujhe WhatsApp pe bhej dungi, projector nahi. Zaheer thoda zyada force se ek wire jodta hai — Projector blink karta hai... aur fir ek loud buzzing sound ke saath screen white hoti hai... Zaheer Ha! Ho gaya! Bas... ek second... Suddenly... screen black ho jaati hai fir se. Sab collective groan karte hai. Azhar (sarcasm se) Beta… lagta hai team se naam wapas lena tumhara best decision tha. Zaheer aankhein ghumata hai, gusse se HDMI port ko check karta hai Zaheer Baba thoda to pressure mat dalo... yeh technical cheez hai, patience chahiye hota hai... Shanu peeche se taana maarte hue Haan haan… patience aur projector dono tere control me hai.Ammu kuch nahi bolti, sirf ek look exchange karti hai shanu ke saath — dono ke chehre pe naughty smirk. Camera angle shift hota hai — projector ke lens ke through sabke chehre ek distorted light me dikhte hain.Zaheer finally ek button dabata hai… Aur screen par Arjun ki team ka warm-up footage aata hai. Sab cheer karte hain. Asma Aree haan! Arjun bhaiyya! Live hai bhai! Azhar proud tone me Chalo... aakhir technology haar gayi nahi. Zaheer jeet gaya. Zaheer screen ki taraf dekhta hai — Zaheer Aur ab jeetegi humari team. Scene ends on everyone's cheerful faces as they adjust their seating... aur baarish ke background me match ki commentary shuru hoti hai. Projector finally chal gaya hai. [b]White wall par screen spread hoti hai aur uspar match ka official countdown timer dikh raha hai – 00:00:10… 00:00:09… [/b] Living room me sab apni positions le chuke hain: Azhar center sofa pe hai, dono haath me chai aur remote, jaise commentary ka volume control usi ke haath me ho. Shanu zaheer ke bagal me, pair folded sofa par. Asma chaar-paanch cushions arrange karke floor pe bethi hai. Ammu, kitchen ka kaam finish karke quietly ek side ka armrest pe baith gayi hai, lekin aankhen seedha screen par. TV screen me commentator ki energetic aawaz goonjti hai: Commentator (excited tone) Aur aaj Jodhpur ke stadium se seedha hum aapko dikha rahe hain inter-college football championship ka second knockout match... Arjun Singh ke naam ka nara ab har zubaan par hai! Match ki whistle bajti hai. Aur usi second sabki aankhon me excitement. Azhar ek dum josh se chilla padta hai: Azhar Chal beta Arjun! Dikhade aaj dum! Zaheer (thoda smile ke saath) Yeh match uske liye easy nahi hoga... lekin agar woh control rakhe toh jeetega. Shanu zaheer ki taraf dekhkar softly bolti hai, sirf uske liye: Shanu Tu support kar raha hai... isse zyada aur kya chahiye usse. Match shuru ho chuka hai. Ground par Arjun ball control karta hai. Commentator Ball le chuke hain Arjun... pehla move left wing se... kya yeh goal banana chahega? Ohh brilliant pass! Living room me sabki aawaaz match ho rahi hai commentator ke saath. Asma Bhaiyya toh Messi ban gaye lagte hai! Ammu, silent rehti hai, lekin uski aankhon me ek alag si warmth aur pride. She’s looking at the screen, par uske dimag me last night ka Arjun ka woh cute sa smirk chal raha hai. TV pe Arjun forward position me jata hai — ek defender se bachke chhota sa cross karta hai... Commentator Yeh dekhiye... Arjun ne ball flick kiya... aur goal post ke bilkul kareeb le aaye hain! Sab log literally seat se uth kar shout karte hain: Zaheer Maaaro bhai!! Azhar Arjun! Shoot!!! Aur phir… Arjun powerful shot maarta hai... Ball net me jati hai... GOOOOAAAALLLLL!!! Living room mein ekdum dhamaka ho jata hai. Sab chilla rahe hain, seat se uth gaye: Azhar khade ho ke taali bajata hai Asma cushions hawa mein uchhal deti hai Shanu aur zaheer ek doosre ko dekh kar instinctively haath milate hain, aur iss touch mein ek emotional sa current hota hai Ammu blush karte hue bas screen ki taraf dekhti hai — uska Arjun... camera par wo goal ke baad dono haath utha kar sky ki taraf dekh raha hota hai. Commentator full josh me: Kya goal tha! Arjun Singh ne ek baar fir sabit kar diya ki final door nahi hai... aur yeh celebration sirf uske college ke liye nahi... uske fans ke liye hai! Camera cut hota hai — Arjun stadium me teammates ke saath celebration me laga hai... lekin uska face suddenly calm hota hai... aur woh apni aankhen band karta hai… jaise screen ke us paar kisi ki yaad me ho… Cut to Ammu — uske lips par ek soft smile… aur aankhon me woh ek spark. Living room me Azhar finally bolta hai: Azhar Beta Arjun Singh… tune to kamaal kar diya! Bas yehi form banaye rakhna. Shanu softly bolti hai Banaye rakhega Chacha, aap bas dua dete jaiye .... [b]Scene fades out on the cheering sound, screen me Arjun ka slow-mo replay... aur living room me ek victory vibe.[/b]
17-07-2025, 03:52 PM
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Update 53
Qureshi House – Raat ka khana Match ke baad ghar me ek halka sa excitement ka afterglow tha. Arjun aur Taz ki performance ne sabka mood fresh kar diya tha. Ab sab drawing room se dining area ki taraf shift ho gaye the. Azhar saab ne jaate jaate ek baar peeche mur kar Shanu se kaha Azhar Beta... tum bhi kha lo humare saath. Raat bhi ho gayi hai. Shanu thoda formally muskurayi Shanu Nahi uncle, main... Azhar Ammu aur Asma ko dekho... rotiyan bana rahi hain tumhare liye bhi. Beta, mehmaan jaise mat ban ke jao. Zaheer kitchen ke corner se Shanu ko dekh raha tha — aankhon me wo silent approval tha jaise keh raha ho ruk jao... mere liye. Shanu sir hilakar baith gayi, Zaheer ke bilkul opposite. Table ke neeche dono ke pair itne kareeb the, jaise koi invisible taar ab khinch chuka ho. Dining table pe: Azhar saab center me, dono taraf Asma aur Shanu. Corner me Zaheer. Ammu abhi kitchen me hi thi, garam-garam rotiyaan belti hui. Asma Zaheer bhai, plate pass kar... chicken masala yaha tak aa nahi raha. Zaheer ne plate pass karne ke bahane apna haath table ke neeche se kheechte hue, thoda sa sideways ghumaaya. Aur jaise hi uska haath Shanu ke thigh ke paas se guzra… Shanu ki saans ek pal ke liye ruk gayi. Usne apne pair thoda aur aage kiya — zaheer ne feel kar liya. Table ke neeche pair ke saath pair takraate hain, kabhi lightly rub hote hain, kabhi jaan bujh kar touch zyada linger karta hai. Ammu kitchen se roti le kar aayi, sabki plates me daalne lagi. Ammu Zaheer, garam roti hai... abhi kha le warna hard ho jayegi. Zaheer Haan... garam toh hai... Uska tone halki si double meaning se bhara tha. Shanu ne aankhon me ek light sa warning diya — lekin usme bhi ek smile chhupi thi. Ammu aur Asma kitchen aur table ke beech ghoom rahi thi, isliye unka dhyaan nahi jaa raha tha lekin table ke neeche... Shanu ne uska paanv heel se touch kiya, thoda press kiya. Zaheer ne bina react kiye ek haath neeche laaya... aur uski thigh ke edge ko softly graze kiya. Shanu ne turant ek spoon uthaya aur chicken masala ki taraf jhuk gayi, jaise kuch hua hi na ho — lekin uske kaan tak halka sa blush aa gaya tha. Asma Arrey Shanu, ye wali wali roti aur soft hai... tujhe pasand aayegi. Shanu Mujhe sab kuch soft pasand hai… Zaheer ne halki si khansi ki — Shayad mooh mein pani chala gaya tha... ya Shanu ka jawab uski halat kharab kar gaya tha. Azhar saab ne sabzi li, aur bina dekhe bola Azhar Ammu, namak perfect hai aaj. Bahut badiya. Ammu Thank you Abbu. Zaheer table ke upar se ek glance me Shanu ko dekhta hai, aur aankhon se puchta hai ab? Shanu slow blink deti hai, aur uska haath plate ke neeche, table cloth ke andar quietly stretch hota hai — zaheer ki fingers dhundhta hua. Touch milta hai. Dono haathon ke beech me ek second ka squeeze. Room me sab kuch normal lagta hai. Lekin unke beech... ek aag chal rahi thi. Ammu ka bedroom – Raat ka waqt Dinner ho chuka tha.Ammu bhi apne room me aa chuki thi,Room ki yellow light uske skin pe warm glow de rahi thi. Mirror ke saamne khadi, usne apne long earrings nikaale, phir dresser ki taraf jaa kar apna wardrobe drawer khola. Andar neatly folded kapdon ke beech ek purse rakha tha Camera close-up: Uske fingers purse ke andar se kuch dhoondhti hain… Aur tab... Ek silky black Kapda nikalti hai — smooth satin jaisa, halka sa lace edge. Jaise koi special cheez ho. Uski aankhon me ek secret si muskaan aati hai. Chehra zoom hota hai. Flashback begins Kitchen me ammu ka ek whatsapp massage or uske baad sidha collage scene Cut to: College canteen – Afternoon Ammu ek quiet bench pe baithi hoti hai jab Priya apne bag se ek tiny gift-wrapped pouch nikaal kar uski taraf slide karti hai. Priya Ja… jaisa tune bola tha… exact waise hi. Aur warna koi itna precise order nahi deta… chal ab maze kar. Flashback ends. Wapas Ammu ke room me. Uske haath me ab bhi wo black lace wala kapda tha. Usne use apne cheeks pe softly rub kiya, phir neatly fold kar ke wapas purse me rakha. Mirror me apne reflection ko dekha — Aur aankhon me khud se ek sawal tha… "Kya aaj raat... kuch badal sakta hai?" Ammu’s Room – Same Night (Shortly After) Camera slow zoom karta hai Ammu ke mirror reflection se, jahan woh khud ko dekh ke blush kar rahi hoti hai. Lekin is baar uski aankhon mein sirf shyness nahi… kuch daring hai. Kuch mischievous. Ammu ka chat box khula hai. Uski ungli ek second ke liye rukti hai… sochti hai. Fir ek text type karti hai: "Wait for my next reward… this one, you’ll remember forever." Send. Woh phone side mein rakhti hai… phir thoda walk karti hai room mein, jaise kuch plan kar rahi ho. Phir ekdum ruk jaati hai. Ammu (andar hi andar bold tone mein) Tu har baar maangta hai… ab main bhi kuch maangti hoon. Woh priya ka diya hua shrugg nikalti hai,black silky shrugg or uske andar black bra already pehna hota hai woh shrug us par daalti hai. Phir ek soft pink lipstick lagati hai. Hair dryer se apne baal thode aur bouncey karti hai… aur fir apne phone ke front camera ke saamne aake khadi ho jaati hai. Ek hand waist pe, dusra apne collarbone ke paas — halki si neckline dikh rahi hai. Lips slightly parted. Uska cleavage or wo black tight bra behad kamuk or sexy lag raha tha, scene me ammu ka bas half face cover hota hai Ek photo click. Phir ek aur. Phir woh phone uthati hai… aur short 5-second ka video banati hai — jisme woh sirf apne baal ek side karti hai, shoulder highlight karti hai, aur whisper karti hai This one’s not just for your eyes, it’s for your dreams too… Woh video ko review karti hai — thoda blush karti hai — thoda proud expression bhi aata hai. Caption likhti hai: "Your 4th reward, Mr. Champion Singh. Earn the 5th in style." Send. Ek lambi saans leti hai, phone ko rakhti hai aur bed pe gir jaati hai, face pe blush aur aankhon mein excitement. Lights band karne se pehle woh bolti hai… Ammu (teasing tone mein) Dekhte hain ab kis ka bold level zyada hai… Singh ya Siddiqui? Jodhpur – Tournament night – Arjun’s hotel room – 12:23 AM Room andhera tha, sirf ek table lamp ka mellow sa glow tha jo Arjun ke face ko highlight kar raha tha. Woh freshly showered tha — towel se baal sukha raha tha, aur ek light grey t-shirt pehni thi. Bed ke kone par uska phone pada tha — silent mode me, lekin screen blink kar rahi thi. Usne phone uthaya — Notification: Ammu ? sent a photo Caption: "Reward… jaise waada kiya tha." Arjun ka saans ek pal ke liye ruk gaya. Usne dheere se screen tap ki… Aur image slowly open hoti hai. Selfie: Ammu in her room – soft yellow light – black satin shrugg pehna hua, jo thoda sa slid off shoulder hai. Hair loose. Eyes soft but bold. Lips pe ek faint sa smile — jaise keh rahi ho, ‘bas dekh… aur samajh ja.’ Back to Arjun. Uska gala dry ho gaya. Woh screen se aankh nahi hata pa raha tha. Halki si hansi uske chehre pe aayi — stunned but touched. Arjun (softly, phone ki screen ko dekhte hue) Tere jaise reward… zindagi me sirf ek baar milta hai. Usne phone ko chest pe rakha, back pe gir gaya bed pe. Ceiling ki taraf dekhte hue… Aankhon me wohi ladki thi — jisne usse ignore kiya, ladayi ki, fir maaf kiya… aur ab bina ek shabd bole, uske dil ke andar kuch ignite kar diya. Uska next instinct — message type karne ka hota hai. Typing... Quote:"Tumhare bina sab kuch adhoora lagta hai. Aaj match jeeta... lekin jeet to tab lagi jab tumhara message aaya." Phir delete kar diya. Usne bas ek reply bheja: Quote:"I’ll keep winning… bas tu dekhte rehna." Aur message ke baad usne ek kiss emoji bhej di — bas ek. Screen off. Room me sirf ek uski muskaan thi… aur us selfie ka ehsaas — jo koi trophy se kam nahi tha. College parking area – Subah ka waqt – 9:05 AM Subah ki halki dhoop thi. Campus abhi puri tarah jag nahi paaya tha. Bikes aur scooters ki lines ke beech ek kone me Ammu aur Priya khadi thi. Ammu ne apne tote bag me haath daala — aur quietly ek folded black kapda nikaala. Wahi shrugg. Usne discreetly Priya ke haath me diya — jaise koi smuggled maal handover kar raha ho. Ammu Lo... waapas. Priya ne kapda liya, uska texture fingers me feel kiya — phir nazar uthayi. Priya Oho... perfume ki khushboo abhi tak iss pe hai. Matlab... use toh hui hai. Aur properly hui hai. Ammu ne aankh ghumaayi — sharmate hue ek fake stern tone me boli Ammu Bas kar Priya... tujhe maine trust karke liya tha, lecture mat shuru kar. Priya ne thoda lean karke cheeky tone me pucha Priya Toh bataa... reaction kaisa tha? Ammu ne shoulder se apne baal piche kiye. Lips pe ek controlled smile thi, lekin aankhon me spark. Ammu Waisa hi... jaise socha tha. Silent. Stunned. Aur… reply mein bas ek kiss emoji. Priya ki aankhein wide ho gayi Priya Ooooofffff! Emoji level tak chale gaye ho tum log Waise bhi, tere jaisi ladki jab bold hoti hai na… toh samne wale ki ruh tak hil jaati hai. Ammu Main bold nahi thi… Main just... clear thi. Mujhe pata tha mujhe kya karna hai. Priya impressed expression banati hai Priya Queen behaviour. Waise next time... red lace try kar. Firestarter category hoti hai wo. Ammu ne shrugg lautate ek warning glare diya Ammu Next time ke liye planning tere paas mat rakh… warna mujhe blush karte dekh tune video bana diya toh? Priya Arey blush toh tu abhi bhi kar rahi hai! Dono hansi rokti hain. Tabhi bell bajti hai — pehla lecture start hone ka signal. Ammu ne baal adjust kiye, lips pe thoda gloss lagaya, aur halki confident walk ke saath canteen block ki taraf badh gayi. Priya peeche se bolti hai: Priya Aur haan… agar usne tujhe milne bulaya na… toh shrugg mat pehn lena. Is baar... kuch aur hi hona chahiye. Ammu bina murhe, sirf ek smile deti hai — jaise keh rahi ho... "We'll see." Jodhpur Stadium – Practice Day – 10:17 AM Sunlight ground ke upar golden mist ki tarah bikhi thi. Players warm-up kar rahe the. Coach instructions de raha tha, cones set ho rahe the sprint drills ke liye. Arjun ground ke ek kone me khada tha, hands on hips, breath steady… Lekin nazar kahi aur thi. Uska team bib uski skin se chipak gaya tha, halke paseene se. Par uske mathe pe jo tension thi, wo kisi aur cheez ka naam le rahi thi. Taz uske paas aaya, elbow se thoda bump deta hai Taz Arey hero… kya scene hai? Tujhe toh maine kabhi itna daydreaming mode me nahi dekha… Arjun ek dum jhatka le kar react karta hai, jaise neend se jaga ho Arjun Kuch nahi… thoda late soya tha, bas… Taz Late? Ya kisi ne late night reward bhej diya tha? Arjun ka expression ek pal ke liye freeze hota hai. Aur phir… flashback style me uska dimaag us image me wapas chala jaata hai. Flash (No dialogue): Ammu — black shrugg, shoulder se halka sa slip, eyes locked on the camera, uska cheek ka glow… Aur us message ka caption: "Reward... jaise waada kiya tha." Arjun ki aankhon me woh image wapas chamak jaati hai — ekdum clear, jaise abhi bhi screen pe ho. Uska gale me kuch atak gaya tha. Usne bottle uthayi, ek sip liya — lekin uski aankhen ab ground par nahi, Ammu ke chehre par thi — dimaag ke andar. Coach ki awaaz background me sunayi deti hai Coach Sprint line! Left to right full pace, no drop! Arjun, you lead. Arjun apne senses me laut kar sprint position me aata hai. Aur phir woh bhaagta hai. Lekin jaise har kadam ke saath uske dimaag me ek line gunj rahi ho: Ammu mujhe dekh rahi thi. Ammu ne khud mujhe choose kiya. Ammu... meri hai. Sprint ke beech me Arjun ka focus phir se hilta hai Uske steps waver karte hain, lekin wo khud ko sambhal leta hai. Run complete karne ke baad, thoda breathing heavy ho jaata hai. Coach uski taraf dekhta hai — confusion se. Coach Tu thik hai? Nazar lag gayi kya kisi ki? Arjun halki si muskurahat ke saath sirf itna bolta hai: Arjun Nazar nahi sir… bas ek tasveer hai… jo dimaag se jaa nahi rahi. Coach kuch samajh nahi pata — lekin Taz piche se smirk maar deta hai Taz Ammu ji ka kaam lagta hai. Arjun aankhon me ek warning look deta hai Arjun Naam mat le uska… abhi bhi body heat nahi normal hui hai. Taz phir bhi bolta hai Taz Lagta hai bhai, tu khud se nahi… uski aankhon se jeet gaya hai. Scene slow fade out hoti hai — Arjun ke face pe ek soft confident smile ke saath. [b][b]Uska match ab ground pe nahi… [b]dil me chal raha tha.[/b][/b][/b]
17-07-2025, 05:00 PM
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