ARJUN vs ZAHEER

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Update 70




Ammu’s Room – Late Evening
Kitchen ki lights ab bujh chuki thi. Sab dinner kha chuke the… Asma ne plates rakh di thi, Baba TV ke saamne the. Ammu apne kamar bandh kar ke haath ponchti hui apne kamre mein aayi… darwaza band kiya, ek gehri saans li.
Uska room me ek shaant si roshni thi — side lamp ki orange light ne pura kamra naram sa bana diya tha.
She stood in front of the mirror. Thakawat thi, lekin aankhon mein koi aur chamak bhi.
Usne apne baalon ko dheere se khola, rubber band nikalte waqt ek halki si muskaan uske chehre par aayi. Mirror ke saamne jaake ruk gayi. She stared at her own reflection… lekin aankhon mein jaise kuch aur dikh raha tha.
Suddenly, ek yaad ne cheekhi nahi… bas halki si ungliyon se uske dil ko chhoo diya.
Flashback ka ek pal…
Arjun ke haath uske kamar ke charon taraf… bed ke edge pe dono baith ke… uske baalon mein Arjun ka chehra chhupa hua tha.
His voice — low, warm, and filled with want.
Uski ungliya uski ungliyon se intertwined…
Aur kiss — ek ke baad ek, jawline se leke collarbone tak…
Ammu ki hansi aur uske haath ka Arjun ke chest pe woh halki si dhak-dhak…
Mirror ke saamne khadi Ammu ab blush kar rahi thi. Uske haathon ne apna dupatta automatically thoda tight kar liya… jaise Arjun ki aankhon se bachna ho.
Lekin smile uske lips pe ruk nahi rahi thi.
Ammu
(slow whisper to herself)
Pagal hai tu bhi… poora din busy thi, aur ab woh yaad aa raha hai…
Usne apne galle pe haath rakha… jahan kal raat Arjun ne ek soft kiss kiya tha — aur aaj bhi wo jaga garam lag rahi thi.
Mirror ke saamne usne aankhon mein kohl lagaya… halki si mascara — jaise sirf uske liye. Uska reflection usse dekhta raha… jaise pooch raha ho — kya raat aaj bhi apne naam karegi?
Ammu ne apni aankhon mein aankh daali…
Aur muskurayi — woh laal muskurahat, jo sirf ek ladki ke chehre pe tab aati hai, jab raat uske liye ek raaz banne wali ho.
Camera uske chehre se zoom out karta hai…
She turns, walks toward her bed… and the screen slowly fades to that night’s bedroom scene.

Ammu ne lamp ki roshni halki kar di thi… ek corner mein sirf ek warm glow jal raha tha, baaki kamra thoda sa andhera, thoda dreamy ho chuka tha.
Usne dupatta side mein rakha, pillow thoda adjust kiya… aur chadar apne pairon tak kheench li. Abhi thakan thi, lekin neend nahi… dil ek ajeeb sa halka sa lag raha tha.
Usne apni karwat badli… face ab darwaze ki taraf tha. Ankhon mein ek halka sa sukoon tha, jaise kisi ki yaadon ke saath neend aayegi.
Tabhi…
Click.
Darwaze ka handle dheere se ghooma… aur chhupke se darwaza khula.
Ammu ki nazar turant uthi. Uska saans ek pal ko ruk gaya…
Wahan khada tha Arjun.
White cotton kurta… sleeves thodi rolled up… baalon mein ek soft si wetness, jaise abhi kuch der pehle hi shower se nikla ho. Uski aankhon mein koi shaitani nahi thi — sirf ek gehra, bepanah pyaar. Jaise raat bhar ka saara sukoon sirf ek pal mein uske chehre par thamaa ho.
Ammu ne usse dekha… palak jhuki, phir uthi… uske chehre pe ek laal si muskaan thi. Nazar uski aankhon se uske pair tak gayi, phir wapas aankhon tak…
Kuch nahi kaha usne.
Bas apne haathon ko dheere se faila diya…
Apne dil ke raja ko, apne is chhoti si duniya mein samet lene ke liye…
Us gesture mein ek sharam thi… lekin us sharam mein itna saara acceptance tha, itni clarity, ki Arjun ka dil zor se dhadak utha.
Wo kuch nahi bola.
Bas kadam badhaye… har ek kadam uske chehre pe ek nayi garmaahat laata gaya.
Ammu
(softly, aankhon mein shikayat aur hansi dono)
Itni der laga di?
Arjun
(voice low and filled with heat)
Mujhe pata tha… ki tu intezaar kar rahi hogi.
Woh uske paas aaya… bed ke edge pe baith gaya… haath uske haathon mein liya… aur phir jaise sab kuch thama gaya.
Silence.
Ammu ne apni ungliyaan uski fingers mein fasaayi…
Aur apne knees thodi si fold karke uske lap mein rest kar di.
Uska head Arjun ke chest se takraaya… aur usne aankhen band kar li.
Arjun ne uske baalon mein haath ghumaya…
Aur ek soft kiss uski head pe diya.
Har touch mein itna sukoon tha, jaise dono ek dusre ko yaad dilaa rahe ho — you’re home.
Aur phir… raat ne apne raaz likhne shuru kiye.
Arjun uske baalon mein se halki si anguliyan guzaarta raha… jaise yaadon ka har lamha uske chhute hue resham jaise taaron mein likhna chahta ho. Ammu ne aankhen band kar rakhi thi, lekin uska har ang arjun ki ungliyon ke touch ko mehsoos kar raha tha… jaise kuch purana, kuch adhoora ab shayad poora hone jaa raha ho.

Phir Arjun ne dheere se uska haath uthaya… uski kalai par ek pyaara sa kiss diya… aur usse dekha.
Arjun
(bahut dheere se)
Mujhe lagta tha… main tujhe chahta hoon. Par ab lagta hai… main tujh mein basa hoon, Ammu.
Ammu ki palkein thodi si bheeg gayi thi. Arjun ki baat sunkar usne bas ek nazar uthakar use dekha… phir apne haathon se uska face hold kiya… aur apna forehead uske forehead se chhupa diya.
Ammu
Aaj… sirf apna bana lo. Bina shabd ke… bas mujhme samaa jao.
Woh shabdon ki zarurat khatam ho chuki thi.
Arjun ne uska face apne haathon mein liya… uski aankhon mein dekha… aur phir uski aankhon pe, gaalon pe, hothon pe ek-ek kiss diya. Jaise kisi mehekti kitaab ke panne palat raha ho… har page ko mehsoos karta hua.
Ammu ne apni kamar se chadar thoda adjust ki… aur apni fingers Arjun ke kurte ke button tak le gayi. Button khulte gaye, lekin har khula hua button koi shor nahi karta tha… sirf ek gehra sa silence banta jaa raha tha… jo sirf dono ke beech tha.
Room ke andar sirf kuch soft sa wind chime ka sound tha… aur dono ke saanson ki sadaayein.
Ammu ne chadar khud pe wrap kar li thi, lekin uska ek kandha khula tha… jahan Arjun ne apne lips rakhe… aur ruka.
Ammu
(teasing, soft whisper mein)
Raat lambi hai… ruk mat.
Arjun ne uske baalon ko side kiya… aur uske kandhe se le kar uski collarbone tak apni cheek softly slide ki… uske skin pe goosebumps jaise khil uthe the.
Phir usne Ammu ko dheere se neend ki tarah apni baahon mein samet liya… uske neck ke niche ek kiss diya… aur usse apne saath lete lete, uska haath apne chest par rakh diya.
Lights off nahi hui thi… par duniya band ho gayi thi.
Chadar ke neeche dono ek aisi bhaasha mein baat kar rahe the jo kisi zabaan ki mohtaaj nahi thi. Usme sirf touch tha, rhythm thi, aankhon ka connection tha… aur unki dhadkano ka sangam.
Kuch der baad… ek halki si hansi sunai di. Arjun ne uske lips ke corner pe kiss kiya.
Arjun
Tu sirf meri hai, Ammu.
Ammu
Aur tu meri har subah, har raat ho…
Aur woh raat… koi raat nahi rahi.
Woh ek dua thi… jo dono ki aankhon se, ungliyon se, hothon se… usne qabool kar li.

Room mein sirf barish ki aawaaz thi… aur do saansein… jo ek hi lehar mein chal rahi thi.
Ammu ki aankhon mein kuch tha… thoda sharmaya hua, thoda mehka hua. Arjun uske paas tha, itna paas ke dono ke darmiyaan sirf ek halka sa kapda tha — jo sirf ek aur pal ke liye tha.
Arjun ne uski taraf dekha… dheere se… jaise har nazar uske chehre ke naks likh rahi ho. Phir usne apni ungli se uske kamar ke paas ke kapde ka zip pakda… uski aankhon se ijazat li… aur jab koi rokaawat nahi mili, to dheere se us kameez ka zip khol diya.
Zzzzzp…
Ammu ne ek halki si sigh li… na woh protest thi, na sharmaahat… bas ek narmi thi… ek tasleem.
Usne apne dono haath Arjun ke gale mein daal diye… jaise uske honthon par kuch kehna chahti ho… par alfaazon ki zarurat hi nahi thi. Uske haath Arjun ki gardan ke peeche band ho gaye… aur uske chehre ka rang bijli ke chamak ke saath lal ho gaya.
Arjun
(whispering, cheek ke paas)
Main ruk jaun…?
Ammu
(slow nod ke saath)
Nahi… rukna mat… aaj raat… main teri hoon, Arjun.
Ek pal ke liye dono ki aankhen band ho gayi… sirf saans chalti rahi. Uske baad Arjun ne uske kapdon ko dheere se, izzat se, pyaar se uske jism se hata diya — jaise koi tasveer se dhool hata raha ho.
Window ke bahar bijli chamki… us roshni mein ek silhoutte utra — jisme Arjun ki baahon mein simti Ammu thi.
Un dono ke darmiyaan jo baat ho rahi thi, woh kisi zabaan ki mohtaaj nahi thi. Har kiss, har brush, har cheekhati saans — ek nayi baat keh rahi thi.
Arjun ne ammu ko litaya or uske bra me qaid chucho se khelne laga... Arjun apni football skill ka pura use kar raha tha ammu ko or jyada garam karne ke liye.... Usne Ammu ke bra strap ko down shoulder kiya or waha ek bite diya, soft, gently lekin seductive love bite... Ammu ki to jaise ek siski nikal gayi ho, ammu ne bhi apne premi ko nirash nahi kiya or uske gardan gale or baalo wali chest me kiss karna start Kiya... Ab arjun uske parellel let gaya or uske santro se khelne laga... Ammu ke letne se uske boobs gravity ke sath piche ki or ja rahe they or ab uske upper boobs itne seducing lag rahe they ki arjun ne apni zubaan se unhe chhoona start Kiya... Arjun ne ammu ke ek nipple ko apni ungliyo me liya or pyaar se use masla, na jaldi baji, na hawas... Ammu is humle ko sehen nahi kar paayi or ek sigh ke sath arjun ki taraf karwat li... Uske hath khud b khud arjun ki jeans tak ja chuka they, or usne ek pal ko arjun ki aankho me dekha jaise ki wo abhi bho kisi sharm me, hesitation me thi, arjun ne uski aankho ko padha or khud b khud apni jeans unbutton karne ke sath hi ghutno tak niche kar di... Ammu ne ek smile di jaise ki uski jaan ne uski baat samajh Li ho, or ammu ne uske boxer ke upar se hi do ungli se uska wo minar feel kiya jo pichle kai saalo se bulge de raha tha Ammu ke liye... Arjun ki aankhein ammu ka hath lagte hi band ho gayi or usne apne hath se ammu ka hath pakad kar apni boxer me daal diya... Ammu ne bhi sharm se aankhen band karli or pheli baar Ammu ke hath me wo ek mota lakde jaise gosht ka tukda tha jo shayd ammu ke naseeb ke liye hi banaya gaya tha, ammu uski motai or vishalta ko touch karke hi pani pani hone lagi kuch ek do minute tak usne sirf ungli ka hi use Kiya or phir ek tej bijli ki kadkadahat or ammu ka hath apne aap by chace arjun ke mote hairy or 8 inch wale ek aankh wale rakshas par jakad gaye... Arjun ke muh se ek siski nikli or usne apna muh ammu ke mote tarbuzo par laga diya or unhe suck karne laga, ammu ke mann me wahi priya ke sath ki gayi collage ki baat yaad aane lagti hai or uska hath arjun kg rakshas ko sehlane me busy ho jata hai....


Same Morning, College Canteen, Corner Bench
Canteen ka kona shaant tha, zyada bheed bhi nahi thi. Do coffee cups ke beech, Priya aur Ammu dono baithi thi. Ammu white kurti mein, baalon ka ek halka jooda banaye… aur uska chehra… ek ajeeb si khamoshi aur chamak dono le kar aaya tha.
Priya (cup uthate hue, aankhon ko narrowed karte)
Kya scene hai Ammu? Aaj tu kuch… zyada hi soft soft lag rahi hai.
Ammu (khush ho ke but thoda sa bachne ki koshish mein)
Nahi toh… bas thak gayi hoon shayad.
Priya
Areee... thak gayi hoon ya raat bhar thak gayi thi?
Ammu (shocked expression ke saath)
Priya! Shut up… yahaan log sun lenge…
Priya (leaning in, teasing)
Toh sun lein na… kya sunenge? Sabki life me ye scene hota hai
Ammu(blushing so hard she hides her face behind coffee cup)
Tujhe kisne bola?
Priya
Tu bhi pagal hai ammu, har ladka ladki me physical need hoti hi hai,
Ammu (softly, aankhon se table ki taraf dekhte hue)
lekin...
Priya
Dekh ammu, meri shadi hone wali hai isliye mujhe yeh sab chize maloom chal gayi hai... Nakul ne khud mujhe guidance di hai
Ammu (sigh karte hue, smile mein convert hoti hai)
kya kaha usne
Priya (serious hoke)
Yahi ki, har relationship me har jodi me sex ki jarurat hoti hai hai... Tumhari feelings ko yeh or jyada mazboot karti hai
Ammu (slowly, firm voice)
lekin, main yeh kaise... I mean tum dono ne khul kar baat ki
Priya (smiling warmly)
That’s not just desire Ammu. That’s trust… aur emotional permission… jo har kisi ko nahi milti.
Ammu (sharmate huye)
Haan…or agar hum dono hi ek dusre se pyaar karte hai to, phir aaj nahi to kal yeh sab to hoga I think
Priya (laughing)
Kya chudai?
Ammu (eyes close karte hue)
Are bas priya, itna bhi na khul mere samne
Priya (silent for a second, then laughs)
khulna to tujhe hai meri rani, meri baat maan jab bhi kare to khul kar isko enjoy karna, warna choot bhi mari jayegi, khoob bhi bahega lekin hath kuch nahi aayega
Ammu (laughs out loud for the first time, soft but full of meaning)
Shut up priya....
Flashback end....


Or Ammu ka dhyaan fir se kaam vasna me aata hai or wo dekhti hai ki arjun uske bilkul piche ki taraf leta hai or uski neck ko kiss karte huye back cuddle ke sath hi uski chuchiyo ko ghont raha tha... Ammu ke hatho ki grip se uska wajni rakshas bhi jaag chuka tha or ammu ki gand ki darar par mehsus ho raha tha... Or arjun ne fir is kaam ko anjaam dene ke liye ammu ke kaan me ek halki si bina bole permission leni chahi or ammu ne sharma kar bas smile ke sath hi ise accept bhi kar liya or arjun ne piche se hi apna dick ammu ke vagina par rakh kar sehlane laga... Priya ki yaado my kab ammu nangi ho chuki thi yeh use khud nahi maloom chala or fir arjun ke loda ghiste hi ammu ke muh se ek siski nikli jisme pyaar jyada or hawas kam thi... Arjun ne apna loda apne hath se ammu ke chhed par set kiya or dhire andar ghusane laga back cuddle ke sath hi... Or ammu ki aankho me pyaar ki jagah ab dard aane laga tha, or kuch boondein uski aankho se pani bhi beh nikla... Arjun ne thoda or push kiya or aadha loda ammu ki saaf clean pak choot ke andar tha, ammu chhatpatane lagi to arjun ne uske boobs ko sehlana shuru kiya or uska face apne hatho se piche ghuma kar use kiss dene laga... Jisse ammu ki gardan ko bend mila or use thoda pain hua lekin arjun ne wese hi use apne se daboche rakha... Kuch der baad jab ammu comfortable hui to arjun ne fir se thoda sa kamar ko piche kiya or fir ek push ke sath apna 6 inch ka khoonta ammu ke andar ghusa diya, ammu fir se tadapne lagi lekin arjun ab der na karte huye kamar ko piche kiya or ek ke baad ek 5 6 shot mare jo uske pure rakshas ko ammu ke andar utarne ke liye kaafi they... Ammu ki aankho me ab aansu ki jhadi thi... Uski white bedsheet ab kuch jagah se laal ho chuki thi jaise kisi ne laal syahi ki dawat khol di ho... Or fir shuru dono ka wo khel jo barish ki raftaar ke sath speed badhate jaata... Kabhi arjun upar to kabhi ammu side... Dono ne jaise ab sari sharm lihaaz chhod di ho or ek dusre ko pura maza dene ki hod mach rakhi ho...

Chadar ne un dono ko dhak liya, lekin unka pyaar… woh chhupne wala nahi tha.
Us raat, barish unke liye geet ban gayi.
Bijli, unke lamhon ki taaliyan.
Aur bed… ek mandir jahan do roohon ne ek doosre ko chhoo liya ho

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nice update

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Bhai jabardast hope dono couple ne pills li hogi kyu ki condom kahi par mention nahi hua pata chale dono nand bhabhi ek sath pregnent ho jay

[KK001]

Ofcourse there are not much space for female leads, coz this story only around rivalry of friends... Read my previous story where story is around 5 female leads and its all belong to them


She has no hypocrisy brother 
She doesn't know about arjun and nikhat sex experience 
Every younger sister have blind trsut on her brother so does shanu
No sister will ask her brother that there are gossip about your affair with someone... She knew her brother can not do such a thing... But also don't know that her brother did a bang experience.... She still don't know what he did

of course I am going to read your other story. And I know its difficult for put detailing on every character. But you know how fans are , they always put pressure  on someone they like . And you are among few writers I like. 

about shanu ,   NO bro I didn't  aspect her to confront Arjun ( although in modern days  its not that impossible). in my opinion she should have tell those student to stop spreading gossiped like that . that way she  could give some comfort to ammu, and thats what friends should do. and that would be good for her brother too.  I know she said those things out of fun , but this brother sister duo don't know what so say , when to say. for example , when jaheer and arjun fight arjun bring ammus name and jaheers fathers name several times , but jaheer didn't do that disgusting thing.  

reading update no: 60

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Update 71




Next Morning — Delhi Guest House Room
7:03 AM
Room ke sheeshe ke parde ke paar se halki dhoop andar aa rahi thi, lekin kamra abhi bhi thoda sa andhere mein tha. Ek bedside lamp raat bhar on chhoda gaya tha, uski naram roshni mein Zaheer ki aankh khulti hai.
Thoda confused… thoda blank.
Uska haath still thoda sa folded tha, jaise kisi ko apne paas protect kar raha ho… aur tabhi uska chehra dheere dheere side turn hota hai.
Shanu.
Woh uske hi bagal mein thi. Uski aankhen abhi bhi band thi, baalon ki kuch lattein uske cheek pe tikki hui… aur blanket uski bare shoulder tak gira hua tha.
Woh denim dungaree… kahin nahi dikhi.
Zaheer ka throat ek second ke liye sukh gaya. Uski aankhon mein sabse pehle jo reflect hua… woh tha raat ka ek blurred snapshot:

Ek lamha jahan Shanu ke bal uske haathon mein the…
Shanu ka cheek uske chest par rest kar raha tha…
Woh uske ear ke paas kuch keh rahi thi… lekin uski awaaz sirf ehsaas thi, lafz nahi.

Zaheer
(andar hi andar, almost whispering)
Oh… shit.
Woh pal mein hi bed se thoda peeche hata, aur apne haath se apna forehead dhak diya — jaise sab kuch ek baar mein samajh aa gaya ho… aur samajh na aane ka guilt bhi sath aa gaya ho.
Woh uth kar bed ke edge par baith gaya… aankhen khuli… aur uska chehra stress aur shame ka mix tha.
Usne apna phone uthaya, dekha 3 missed calls… par uska mann ab kisi aur direction mein chala gaya tha. Usne sirf ek baat apne aap se boli:
Zaheer
(softly)
Yeh humne… kya kar diya?
Peeche bed mein Shanu ab bhi so rahi thi… dhoop uske balon ko halki golden si roshni mein rang rahi thi. Aur ek second ke liye Zaheer ne us taraf phir dekha… nafrat nahi thi uske chehre par… sirf guilt aur samajh ka bojh.

Same Morning – Guest House Room, Delhi
7:18 AM
Zaheer tab tak bed se uth kar thoda sa door, window ke paas ja chuka tha. Haath folded the. Nazar baahar ek flat building ke chhatt par se girti halki dhoop pe tikki thi, lekin dimaag mein kuch aur hi chal raha tha.
Uski peeth abhi bhi room ki taraf thi… jab bed ke sheets mein ek halki si movement hui. Shanu ki aankhon ne dheere dheere subah ko mehsoos karna shuru kiya. Uski lashes hilin... uske haath ne apne shoulder ko touch kiya jaise halka sa jhatka laga ho. Phir aankhen khul gayi.
Blanket uske collarbone tak tha, aur woh abhi bhi Zaheer ke pillow ke bahut kareeb thi.
Shanu
(soft whisper, aankhon mein confusion)
Zaheer...?
Uski awaaz bahut naram thi. Thodi si naraz, thodi si chhupi si… aur poori tarah se unsorted.
Zaheer ne peeth mod kar kuch seconds chup raha… phir dheere se turn hua. Shanu ab uski taraf dekh rahi thi. Uske chehre par woh awkward blush tha jo na fully regret tha, na fully comfort.
Zaheer ne uski aankhon mein dekha, lekin kuch keh nahi paaya.
Shanu
(halka sa smile, shaky voice)
Good morning...
Zaheer bas dekh kar ruk gaya. Woh chhoti si smile bhi uske guilt ko tod nahi paayi thi. Usne bas ek halki nod di. Shanu ne notice kiya ke woh kuch zyada hi tense lag raha tha.
Shanu
(trying to sound casual)
Main... washroom chali jaaun?
Zaheer
(softly, avoiding eye contact)
Haan… of course.
Woh dheere se blanket ko thoda adjust karke uthti hai, apna dupatta ya shirt dhoondhne ke liye nazar ghumati hai, lekin ek second ke liye woh bhi freeze ho jaati hai. Zaheer tab tak aankhen neeche kiye, ek kone ki taraf ho jaata hai jaise usse aankhon mein dekhne ki himmat na ho.
Shanu andar chali jaati hai. Door band hota hai.
Aur jab woh andar chali jaati hai, toh Zaheer ne apne face ko dono haathon se chhupaa liya…
Zaheer
(aankhon mein guilt)
Shanu... main tumse... kya kehun ab?
Guest House – Bathroom Scene (Shanu’s POV)

Inside the small tiled bathroom, warm morning light filtering through a small fogged glass window
Shanu mirror ke saamne khadi thi. Uska haath abhi bhi towel se apne geele balon ko thoda-thoda sukha raha tha, lekin nazar apne reflection se hatt nahi rahi thi.
Mirror mein apna chehra dekhte hi uske aankhon ke neeche raat ki halka sa thakan thi… lekin us thakan mein ek ajeeb si roshni thi. Jaise kuch bahut naya, bahut gehra uske andar jag chuka ho.
Usne halki si saans li… aur apni aankhon mein khud se kuch dhoondhne lagi.
Flashback jaise dissolve hota hai uske chehre pe.
Zaheer ka saans uske kaanon ke paas...
Uski ungliyon ka pressure…
Uske haathon ka woh lahja…
Aur sabse zyada – uski aankhon ka tarah-tarah se badalte hue rang.
Shanu ke chehre par ek halki si blush aa gayi. Usne aankhon band ki aur cheek par haath rakha – jaise apne aap se poochhna chahti ho… kya main theek thi?
Phir uske dimag mein woh scene aaya jab subah uthte hi usne Zaheer ka chehra dekha. Woh peeth ghumaye khada tha. Thoda sa stiff. Thoda sa... door.
Shanu
(andar hi andar, faint whisper)
Tum regret kar rahe ho, Zaheer?
Uska smile thoda dheema ho gaya. Usne aankhon se mirror mein dobara apne reflection ko dekha… lekin is baar woh blush ke peeche ek chhupi si chinta bhi thi.
Shanu
(andar hi andar)
Main toh... tumhari taraf se thi. Par agar tum... sirf guilt mehsoos kar rahe ho toh...
Usne apna towel ek hook pe latkaya.… aur ek gehri saans le kar darwaza khola.
Dheere se light ka ek stripe room mein gaya jahan Zaheer abhi bhi table ke paas khamosh khada tha.
Shanu ne apni aankhon ki chhavi chhupayi, lekin ek last baar andar se kahin se usne khud se kaha…
"Main tayyar hoon baat karne ke liye... agar tum bhi ho."

Guest House – Dining Table (Same Morning)
Zaheer aur Shanu dining area ke ek kone mein baith kar breakfast kar rahe the. Dono ke beech ki plate mein toasts aur ek kettle mein coffee rakhi thi… lekin dono ki aankhon mein uss raat ka hangover abhi bhi zinda tha.
Zaheer toast ko ek kone se tod raha tha, lekin uski nazar uss par nahi thi. Kabhi spoon se cup ke andar coffee ghoomata… kabhi door se baahar ke view ko takta.
Shanu uske saamne shaant baithi thi. Uska denim dungare ab ek loose white shrug ke neeche chhup gaya tha, lekin uske bal abhi bhi thode se geele the.
Dono ne kai baar ek dusre ki taraf dekha… phir nazar chura li.
Silence. Sirf spoon ka ceramic se takrana.
Phir… Shanu ne halki si hansi roki, aur thoda jhukti…
Shanu
(softly, with teasing warmth)
Tum kuch bol kyun nahi rahe ho?
Zaheer ne uski taraf dekha. Woh blush kar gaya… aur halki si muskurahat uske lips tak to aayi, lekin aankhon tak nahi pahuchi.
Zaheer
(thoda stiff, low voice)
Main... bas soch raha tha… kal raat... humein shayad control rakhna chahiye tha.
Shanu ne cup ko neeche rakha. Uska chehra serious nahi hua… balki aur soft.
Shanu
Zaheer… tumhe lagta hai maine kuch galat kiya?
Zaheer
Nahi, bilkul nahi…
(phir ruk kar)
Main bas… nervous hoon. Tumhare liye bhi... aur us rishte ke liye bhi.
Shanu ne thoda jhuk kar uski aankhon mein dekha. Phir ek haath uske haath par rakh diya.
Shanu
Main janti hoon, Zaheer…
Jo hua, wo humare pyaar ka josh tha… par usme majboori ya confusion kuch nahi tha.
Aur waise bhi…
(smiling deeper now, a confident playful glint in her eye)
Ye toh ab umar bhar chalta rahega…
…jab main Qureshi house mein aa jaungi… dulhan ban ke.
Zaheer ka haath uske haath ke neeche thoda tight hua. Uske chehre pe pehli baar subah se ek halka sa sukoon utra.
Usne Shanu ko dekha… uske words ko absorb kiya… aur phir ek muskaan uske lips tak aayi, is baar aankhon tak bhi pahuchti hui.
Zaheer
Toh fir… aaj ka match jeetne ki double zimmedari hai.
Ek dulha ka bhi impression jamaana hai.
Shanu ne hansi dabaayi aur uske kandhe ko thoda mock-punch kiya.
Shanu
Go, captain Zaheer. Main cheer kar rahi hoon.
Zaheer
Main sirf tumhare liye jeetunga.
Scene dissolve hota hai jab dono haste hue table se uthte hain, staff ke call pe apne bags lene jaate hain, aur ek naye din ke competition ki taraf badhte hain.

[b]Ammu’s Room – Early Morning
[/b]
Subah ke 6:45 baj rahe the. Baarish ruk chuki thi. Khidki ke pardon ke beech se halki si roshni chhanni lagi thi.

Ammu ne aankhen kholi... lekin aankhon mein neend nahi thi. Sirhane pe padhe Arjun ki shirt ke button uske haathon ke neeche dab gaye the, jaise raat ki koi memory chhupi ho waha.

Woh seedha chhat ko dekhti rahi kuch seconds ke liye. Fir usne apni kamar ke neeche chadar aur tightly kheench li.

Ek deep sigh.

Aur tabhi...

Ammu

(andar se)

Yeh maine… kya kar diya?

Usne karwat li… apne haathon se apna chehra dhaka. Arjun uske bagal mein ab nahi tha. Shayad subah match ke liye nikal gaya tha. Lekin uski khushboo takiye se chipki hui thi.

Uska dil zor zor se dhadak raha tha. Kal raat ki tasveerein — Arjun ka peeth ke piche se usse hug karna, woh muskurahat, woh halke kisses, woh lightning ke beech uska neckline pe rukna…

Sab kuch ek saans mein wapas yaad aa gaya.

Fir ek khayal aaya… aur Ammu ki aankhon mein tension ki lakir ubhar gayi.

Ammu

(whispers, panicked)

Agar… agar main… pregnant ho gayi toh?

Uska haath apne pet ke upar gaya… thoda sa dard, thoda sa darr, thoda sa guilt.

Woh turant uthti hai… dressing table ke paas jaake mirror ke samne ruk jaati hai. Apne aap ko dekhti hai –

Eyes thodi swollen, lips thode pink, aur neckline pe ek faint kiss mark.

Ammu

(whispers)

Pagal ho gayi thi kya main?

Usne turant apna duppatta uthaya, neck cover kiya… aur bathroom ki taraf bhaag gayi.

Scene: Ammu’s Daily Routine – Fast-paced Montage

Bathroom mein woh apne chehre pe paani splash karti hai, toothbrush lagate waqt bhi woh wahi ek hi khayal soch rahi hoti hai — "Agar delay ho gaya toh?"

Apne wardrobe ke samne khadi, ek cotton kurti uthati hai – lekin fir use wapas rakh ke ek thoda dull plain one nikalti hai. Mood utarna kapdon tak aagaya tha.

Kitchen mein chhup chhup ke breakfast banate asma se bachi rehti hai… chai le kar silently apne kamre mein chali jaati hai.

Phone utha ke Arjun ka naam dekhti hai – 3 missed calls.

Woh phone wapas rakh deti hai. Reply nahi karti.

Scene ends with Ammu mirror ke samne khadi hoti hai, college bag peeth par daal ke ek lambhi saans leti hai... aur aankhon mein ek decision banata hua look.

Ammu

(andar se, calmly)

Pehle college jaake normal behave karna padega…

Uske baad dekhte hai
[b]Cut to: College gate – Ammu auto se utarti hai. Face pe halka sa forced smile, andar kuch aur hi toofan.[/b]

[b][b]College Campus – Morning after the storm
[/b][/b]
Halka sa bheegapan abhi bhi mitti mein tha, lekin aasman saaf ho chuka tha. Students aa rahe the… dhoop narm thi, lekin Ammu ke chehre pe ek ajeeb si ghabrahat thi.

Usne apna dupatta thoda aur sambhala, aur library ke side se canteen ke back passage mein aayi… jahan usual time pe Arjun wait karta tha.

Aur wahi… Arjun usse pehle se khada tha.

Backpack pehna hua, baal thode se messy, aankhon ke neeche halka sa sleeplessness… lekin uski nazar jaise bas ussi chehre ki talaash mein thi.

Ammu ruk gayi… ek second ko.

Dono ki aankhen mili.

Aur phir sab kuch silent ho gaya.

Arjun

(bohot softly)

Tum thik ho?

Ammu ne bas haan mein sir hilaya… lekin aankhen jhuki rahi.

Woh aage bada… ek kadam… fir ruk gaya.

Ammu ne thoda sa awkward smile diya… jaise dono ko ek saath yaad aa gaya ho… raat ki woh baarish… woh lightning… woh bandh darwaza… aur woh chadar ke neeche chipka hua pyaar.

Arjun

(halka sa guilt tone)

Mujhe laga main… thoda zyada emotional ho gaya raat ko.

Ammu

(deep breath leke)

Main bhi…

(kuch seconds rukti hai)

Bas sab kuch itna… fast ho gaya.

Arjun ne uska haath pakadna chaha… lekin usne resist nahi kiya. Dono ke haath ek dusre me the, lekin dono ki ungliyan thodi tight thi — jaise dar ke saath pakdi gayi ho.

Ammu

(shaky voice)

Arjun…

Agar main…

(ek deep pause)

Agar main pregnant ho gayi toh?

Arjun ki aankhen ek second ke liye freeze ho gayi.

Usne kuch nahi bola.

Ammu

(tezi se bolti gayi, panic me)

Kal to kuch bhi… matlab humne… aur maine to… koi bhi precaution nahi…

Main toh… mujhe kuch samajh hi nahi aa raha Arjun.

Ye normal hai kya? Ya… main pagal ho rahi hoon?

Arjun ne uske dono haath apne dono haathon me le liye.

Uski aankhon mein guilt bhi tha… lekin saath hi ek protective calmness bhi.

Arjun

(bohot softly)

Hey… Ammu…

Main hoon na.

Jo bhi hoga, main tere saath hoon.

Hum test karenge, samjhenge… aur handle bhi karenge.

Tujhe akela nahi chhodunga.

Ammu ke aankhon me aansu ki halki si lehar thi.

Arjun

(halka sa tease)

Toh main hi thoda responsible lagun is baar… warna tu to sirf meri shirt kheench rahi thi kal raat…

Ammu ne uske kandhe pe zor se mukka maara.

Ammu

(still nervous, but laughing)

Shut up, Arjun!

Scene ends with Ammu ka sir Arjun ke shoulder pe tik jana… aur Arjun ka uske baal pe ek soft kiss dena.
[b][b]Dono ka fear abhi bhi hai, lekin saath hone ka sukoon zyada hai.[/b][/b]

[b][b][b]College washroom – Girls common room, mid-morning
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Canteen ke thode peeche girls common area tha jahan ek side washroom aur ek side vanity mirror wall lagi thi. Ammu apni bag ko corner bench pe rakh kar mirror ke samne khadi thi, lekin uska chehra peela पड़ा था… aankhon ke neeche stress saaf नजर आ रहा था.

Uske haathon me tightly folded ek small paper bag tha – jismein usne ek home pregnancy test kit li thi, pharmacy se chhup ke.

Priya washroom ke door se aayi… pehle casually, lekin Ammu ka face dekhte hi ruki.

Priya

Ammu?

Tu thik hai na?

Ammu ne bas haan me sir hila diya… lekin uska expression clear kar raha tha ki kuch to seriously galat chal raha hai.

Priya

(suspiciously uske haath wale packet ki taraf dekhti hai)

Wait a second…

Ye kya hai?

Ammu ne pehle chup rehne ki koshish ki… lekin phir aankhon se baarish jaise emotions tapak gaye.

Ammu

(halke se rote hue)

Main pagal ho gayi hoon kya, Priya?

Mujhe laga main smart hoon… responsible hoon… lekin kal raat sab kuch…

(slow breath)

Agar main pregnant ho gayi toh?

Priya

(silent ho jaati hai ek sec ke liye, fir calmly uska haath pakadti hai)

Tu na… bas overthink kar rahi hai.

Ammu

(ghabra ke)

Nahi Priya… tu nahi samjhegi. Maine kisi se baat bhi nahi ki…

Mujhe kuch bhi normal nahi lag raha. Subah se uljhan si hai, stomach bhi weird feel ho raha hai.

Priya uska bag se woh paper packet nikalti hai, phir calmly usse vanity ke bench pe bithati hai.

Priya

Ammu… tu meri best friend hai.

Aur main tujhe itna toh samjha hi sakti hoon.

Ek baar ka physical intimacy se turant pregnancy nahi hoti, especially bina ovulation ke time ke. Aur raat bhar ka stress, guilt, neend na aana — ye sab symptoms pregnancy ke nahi, anxiety ke hain.

Ammu

(shocked expression)

Par… tu itni sure kaise hai?

Priya

(halke se hansi aati hai)

Because main Google nahi, gynecologist se milke aayi thi last year… jab mujhe bhi aise hi darr laga tha.

Aur tu na… test lene se pehle thoda science samajh le.

Woh apne phone se period tracker app kholti hai.

Priya

Yahan dekh… agar tu abhi apne cycle ke mid pe bhi nahi hai, toh pregnancy ke chances almost zero hote hain.

Aur sabse important, stress se period delay bhi ho jata hai.

Ammu

(halka sa relief lekin doubt abhi bhi)

Matlab… main bas overreact kar rahi thi?

Priya

(overdramatic tone)

Tu meri drama queen hai. Arjun se pyaar hua, toh duniya bhool gayi.

Aur ab ek raat ke baad mummy banne ke sapne?

Ammu ne uski baat pe haas diya… thoda embarrassed, thoda relieved.

Ammu

(still softly)

Pata nahi, Priya… us raat kuch aisa tha… ki laga main uski ho gayi hoon… poori tarah.

Aur ab darr lagta hai…

Priya uske baal thoda pyar se suljhati hai.

Priya

Dar mat… tu bas grow kar rahi hai.

Aur agar kabhi kuch bhi hua… to main hoon na.

Ek hi din mein baby ka naam bhi soch lenge!

Ammu

(laughs through her tears)

Tu na pagal hai.
[b][b][b]Scene ends with Ammu Priya ko hug karti hai, uska saara weight uske kandhe pe gir jaata hai… aur Priya quietly kehti hai – "Relax. Sab thik hai."[/b][/b][/b]

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Update 72

Inter-College Championship – Debate Round Venue

Next Day – Late Morning

A large air-conditioned seminar hall in Delhi’s cultural academy building, jahan stage ke samne rows of neatly aligned audience chairs thi. Har team ke liye ek designated table tha – name tags ke saath. Spotlight stage pe thi jahan podium pe khada tha announcer, mic samhalte hue.

Announcer

Now, ladies and gentlemen, we move to the next round of the Inter-College Championship…

The Debate Round.

Each team will nominate one speaker.

The topic for today's debate is:

‘Women Safety in Today’s India – Myth or Reality?’

Poora hall ek dum silent ho gaya. Audience mein kuch halke gasps, kuch murmurs. Kyunki topic sensitive tha. Strong tha. Aur sab samajh gaye the – ye round kisi bhi team ka turning point ban sakta tha.

Usi waqt... Zaheer ka chehra tight ho gaya. Wo apne team table pe seedha baitha tha, magar jaise hi topic announce hua, uski aankhen sidha Shanu ko dhoondhne lagiin.

Aur jaise hi uski nazar Shanu tak pahuchi…

Shanu was already looking at him.

Jaise dono ek dusre ke dimaag padh sakte ho.

Shanu ka chehra composed tha. Calm. Lekin uski aankhon mein ek intense sparkle tha – ek aisi confidence jo sirf usme hi hoti thi jab mic uske samne ho… aur jab baat ho truth ki, injustice ke against bolne ki.

Zaheer ne halki si neck tilt ki, jaise silent approval de raha ho.

Shanu ne bas ek slow nod kiya.

No words. No signals. Just a look.

But both knew…

This was her battlefield. And she was ready.

Collage libarary mein baithi thi Ammu, jiske haath thode cold ho gaye the nervousness se… lekin Shanu ka stance dekh ke uska confidence wapas aaya. Priya ne halki si smile pass ki aur slowly whisper kiya:

Priya

Ab aayega maza. Shanu stage pe aayi toh dusre team waale to bas notes lete reh jayenge.

Team leader ki taraf se naam announce karne ka waqt aaya.

Jaipur Pink City College ne jab naam announce kiya, poora hall suddenly thoda alert ho gaya:

Moderator

From Jaipur pink city College, the speaker is…

Shanaya singh

Claps. Thoda loud. Thoda shocked.

Shanu slowly uthi, white and navy blazer pehene, baal ek loose bun me bandhe hue, uske kadam stage ki taraf jaise ek queen ki tarah chale. Har kadam me grace tha. Har expression me fire.

Zaheer ne uski movement ko dekha… aur ek halki si muskaan uske lips pe aayi.

Ye wahi ladki thi jise kal raat usne ek alag roop me dekha tha – vulnerable, honest, khuli hui…

Aur aaj…

Ek warrior jaise stage pe chadh rahi thi.

Zaheer

(under his breath, proud whisper)

Go show them, Shanu…

Delhi Debate Round

Venue: Cultural Academy Hall – On Stage

Live Broadcast Room: Jaipur Pink City College Library – Rajasthan

[Delhi – Debate Hall]

Moderator

Now we invite the final speaker from Jaipur Pink City College…

Miss Shanaya singh

A sharp round of applause. Shanu walked to the podium, holding her notes, though she barely glanced at them.

Camera pans to the timer. 4 minutes on the clock. The hall goes silent.

Shanu

In a country where * is worshipped, but *  walking home after 7 p.m. is told to “cover up”...

We must ask ourselves — is women's safety a reality, or a ritualistic illusion?

Sharp, direct opening. The audience leans in.

[CUT TO – Jaipur Pink City College Library]

Library TV Room – students crowd around the television. Arjun, Ammu, Priya, Taz – sab front row mein baith ke dekh rahe hote hain. Background mein commentary aur debate ka live telecast chalu hai.

Priya

(leaning forward)

Lo aa gayi hamari Rani… ab dusre college waale bas sunte reh jaayein.

Arjun ki aankhen screen pe fix hoti hain. Ammu ke haath me ek coffee mug hota hai, lekin uska dhyaan kahin aur nahi… bas Shanu pe.

Ammu

(slowly, soft pride in her tone)

She's… brilliant.

[BACK TO – Delhi Hall – Stage]

Shanu

They tell us not to wear short skirts.

I also belive that saree is purest dress for a woman but are you promise that woman in burkha will also safe They never ask — why is his gaze allowed to roam freely?

Crowd murmurs. Judges exchange glances.

Shanu

Is women's safety just a checkbox in political manifestos?

Or is it the truth that dies quietly every night on unlit roads?

Camera cuts to Zaheer. He’s still. Eyes locked on Shanu. Proud. Spellbound.

Shanu

Safety isn't about guards or gates.

It's about education that teaches consent,

Homes that raise sons with empathy,

Systems that act without delay.

Timer beeps — 30 seconds left. Shanu’s eyes lift from her notes. She speaks from the heart now. Voice firmer.

Shanu

And yet, amidst fear…

Women still dream. Still dare. Still speak.

Because even if safety is a myth…

We are the generation rewriting it into reality.

Drop mic moment.

Thunderous applause. Some of the students rise to their feet. Even rival teams nod in respect.

[CUT TO – Jaipur College Library – Live Viewing]

Taz punches the air. Priya claps loudly. Arjun leans back with a proud smirk. Ammu – she’s still staring at the screen, hands clenched together.

Priya

(in a whisper)

She didn’t speak like a participant…

She spoke like a revolution.

Sabke chehre par ek hi bhaav: goosebumps.

[BACK TO – Stage]

Shanu walks back to her seat. As she crosses Zaheer, their eyes meet. Zaheer gives her the faintest nod… a silent, heartfelt 'You did it.'

Shanu

(slight smirk, whispering without words)

Told you.

Lights slightly dim. Judges’ table pe final score sheets submit ho chuki hain. Moderator stage pe wapas aata hai, hand me ek folded paper leke. Hall mein ek curious silence chhaya hua hai.

Background mein teams apne respective benches pe anxious, kuch log fingers cross kiye hue, kuch halki nervous laughter ke saath wait kar rahe hain. Shanu, Zaheer, aur unki team ek dusre ki taraf calmly glance karte hain — confident, lekin silently hopeful.

Moderator (with an excited tone)

Ladies and gentlemen… what a phenomenal display of intellect, clarity, and courage.

Before I announce the finalists for tomorrow's Grand Finale Round, here’s a quick look at today’s Debate Scoreboard.

The LED screen behind him lights up with animated text:

? TOP SCORING TEAMS – SEMI-FINAL DEBATE ROUND ?

Jaipur Pink City College – 91.4 / 100

Miranda Hall – DU – 88.7 / 100

St. Xaviers, Kolkata – 86.2 / 100

Chandigarh Literature Institute – 84.9 / 100

Camera pans to Shanu's team — a ripple of smiles. Zaheer slowly exhales. Shanu leans back, her fingers tapping lightly on her thigh, controlled satisfaction in her posture.

Moderator (dramatic pause)

And now, the two teams progressing to the National Grand Finale to be held tomorrow evening are…

Crowd leans forward, drumroll in the background.

First Finalist…

JAIPUR PINK CITY COLLEGE!

The camera flashes wildly. A loud cheer erupts. Zaheer’s fist clenches in triumph. Shanu smiles deeply, holding back a louder reaction but her eyes shine with fire.

Second Finalist…

MIRANDA HALL – DELHI UNIVERSITY!

Another cheer from the other side of the hall. The DU girls group hug each other excitedly.

Moderator

These two incredible teams will face off tomorrow, 6:30 PM, on this very stage, in front of a live audience and national media partners. The theme for the finale will be revealed 10 minutes before the debate, to test improvisation and insight.

Zaheer looks at Shanu and whispers just loud enough for the team to hear.

Zaheer

Final round tak laayi ho… ab trophy bhi jeet lo.

Shanu grins.

Shanu

Trophy mere liye nahi… tumhare surname ke liye chahiye.

Team laughs softly, masking their excitement behind composed body language.

[CUT TO – OUTSIDE HALL – LOBBY]

Other colleges walk out with applause and goodbyes. Jaipur team stands together, receiving nods and subtle compliments from passing teams. One rival speaker even pats Zaheer’s shoulder.

Rival Speaker (to Zaheer)

Your teammate’s speech... man, that gave me chills.

Zaheer nods with pride, but doesn’t say much. He just glances at Shanu — who’s already busy sipping water calmly, almost as if this was routine.

INT. GUEST HOUSE – BALCONY – NIGHT]

Rain ki halki boonden abhi bhi hawa mein hain. Sheher ka skyline bhigaa bhigaa sa lag raha hai, kuch buildings pe lights flicker kar rahi hain. Guest house ke third floor balcony pe ek small garden chair aur table set hai. Table pe thermos, do ceramic cups aur ek half-eaten chocolate pastry box rakha hua hai.

Zaheer railing ke pass khada hai, ek mug haath mein, dusre haath se hair wet kar raha hai. Uska face calm hai, but eyes sharp — like he’s still holding the adrenaline of the day’s win.

Peeche se door quietly khulta hai, Shanu nikalti hai ek loose nightshirt mein, over her pajama. Her hair tied up messily. She walks towards him silently, slippers ki halki si chapp-chapp awaaz. Haath mein ek folded piece of paper.

Zaheer

(still looking out)

Coffee thandi ho gayi hogi…

Shanu

Mujhe coffee nahi chahiye thi. Mujhe yeh moment chahiye tha.

Zaheer turns. Shanu uske samne khadi hoti hai, uska face thoda flushed from the chill but expression confident. Uske haath mein wahi paper hai jo judges ne diya tha unki team ko — final round announcement.

Shanu

Kal trophy humare naam hone wali hai.

Zaheer

Mujhe already lag raha hai… jaise jeet gaye ho.

Shanu uske samne aake railing se lag jaati hai, dono haath us par tikaye. Thodi der dono bina kuch bole sheher ke taraf dekhte hain. Fir Shanu soft voice mein bolti hai—

Shanu

Kal stage pe tumhari aankhon mein woh fakhar tha…

Jaisa maine bachpan mein Baba ki aankhon ein dekha tha jab main first prize jeeti thi.

Zaheer uski taraf dekhta hai, slightly amused

Zaheer

Aur stage pe tum bilkul waisi thi jaise…

Main tumhe hamesha imagine karta hoon. Brave, radiant… aur meri.

Ek pause. Rain drops railing pe thak-thak kar rahi hoti hain.

Shanu slowly apne haath se uska mug le leti hai, sip leti hai aur zaheer ki aankhon mein dekh kar halki si muskurahat deti hai.

Shanu

Aaj raat sirf jeet ki nahi…

Apne hone ki feeling celebrate karni hai.

Zaheer

(to her, soft and serious)

Shanu… main kal raat ke baare mein…

Shanu interrupt karti hai, apna haath uske haath pe rakhte hue.

Shanu

Main janti hoon. Tum guilty feel kar rahe ho.

Par jo kuch bhi hua, wo bas ek ghalati nahi thi…

Wo humare pyaar ka ek sach tha.

Aur main chahti hoon… wo sach humesha zinda rahe.

Zaheer uski aankhon mein dekhta hai, aur ek faint, relieved smile uske lips par aati hai.

Zaheer

Matlab… tum ready ho… Qureshi house mein dulhan banke aane ke liye?

Shanu thoda neck tilt karti hai, as if teasing him.

Shanu

Sirf dulhan banke nahi…

Awaaz banke aane wali hoon main tumhare ghar mein.

Jab bhi koi behas hogi… main jeetne wali hoon.

Dono hans padte hain. Fir Zaheer uska haath pakad ke kiss karta hai gently — palm par, respectfully.

[i]Background mein rain ka rhythm aur distant traffic ki lights. Yeh moment quiet hai, private, romantic in the most sincere way.[/i]

[i]Night – Ammu's Room[/i]

Time: Post dinner, lights dim, moonlight filtering through the curtains.

Ammu apne bed par baithe kuch diary ke pages palat rahi thi. Room ki light soft thi, aur khidki se thandi hawa andar aa rahi thi. Uske chehre par aaj ek ajeeb si shaanti thi, jaise kuch samajh aaya ho, jaise ek bojh halka hua ho.

Tabhi uske room ka darwaza dheere se khulta hai. Arjun andar aata hai – aankhon ke neeche halki thakaan, chehra thoda guilt se bhara hua. Uske haath khali the, lekin mann bhar bhar ke aaya tha.

Arjun

(low voice)

Tu theek hai?

Ammu diary band karte hue uski taraf dekhti hai. Ek second ke liye kuch nahi bolti… phir halki si muskurahat uske chehre pe aa jaati hai.

Ammu

(softly teasing)

Itni udaasi lekar kyun aaya hai? Lag raha jaise viva fail ho gaya ho tera.

Arjun thoda surprise hota hai uski tone se. Usne expect nahi kiya tha ki Ammu muskura rahi hogi. Usne aankhen jhuka li

Arjun

Main soch raha tha... tujhe samjhaun… tujhe sahara doon.

Tu… subah thodi tense lag rahi thi. Mujhe laga...

Ammu

(smiling, interrupting)

Ki main pregnant ho gayi hoon

Arjun ki aankhen uski taraf jhatak ke dekhti hain. Ammu thoda hans padti hai.

Ammu

pregnancy myths, safe days, aur kya kya

Main itni stressed thi… Priya ne meri class lagayi aaj college mein.

Arjun ka face thoda confuse hua, but strength se aankhen dekha.

Arju

Priya…

Amm

Haan. Jaise hi library mein pata chala ki main nind… stress me hu… test bag me rakh ke waste karne wali hu... toh Priya nikali.

(She snorts, playfully)

Bolti hai... “Ek raat me pregnant nahi hoti beta! Tum test se pehle TV dekhna band karo.

Arjun ke muscles loosen hue, ek chhoti si smile unke lips tak pahunchi.

Arjun

(somewhat chuckling)

Aur

Ammu

Usne mujhe detail pe jaake science samjhaya. Cycle timing, hormone levels, stress... I mean… sab clear kar diya.

And look at me now — tension gone. Bas tum se hi baaki hai.

Arjun ki chehre par pehle shock, phir relief, phir ek awkward laugh aata hai.

Arjun

Tu pagal hai… pure din mujhe bhi darate rahi. Main to mentally baby names tak pahuch gaya tha.

Ammu

(blushing)

Main bhi… thoda over ho gayi thi shayad

Dono ek dusre ki taraf dekhte hain. Arjun bed ke edge pe baith jata hai. Ammu uske kareeb khisakti hai, apna haath uske haath pe rakhte hue.

Ammu

Agar kabhi future mein kuch bhi hota hai…

I know, tu mere sath hoga. Bas yeh yaad rakhna…

Hum dono ki duniya ek dusre se shuru hoti hai, aur wahan hi khatam.

Arju

(taking her hand, softly)

Tu meri poori duniya hai, Ammu.

Aur aaj se… main tujhse kuch nahi chhupaaunga. Na darr. Na guilt. Na pyaar.

Woh uska haath apne labon se laga leta hai.

Ammu uske shoulder pe apna sir rakh deti hai. Window ke baahar ka chaand un dono ke beech ke pyaar ki tarah – pura, narm, aur roshan tha.

[i]Scene fades out.[/i]

[Greenwood]

Update 73




Afternoon – Delhi Guest House (Finale Day Prep)
Time: Around 1:30 PM, sunlight blazing through the glass windows, lekin guest house ke drawing room mein AC ki thandak aur ek focused silence chhayi hui thi.
Drawing room ke center table par notes, highlighters, speech cue cards aur coffee mugs bikhre hue the. Sofa ke ek kone pe Shanu apne file se points revise kar rahi thi, uske paas Zaheer laptop screen pe last year ke winning teams ke speeches dekh raha tha.
Peeche wall pe ek laminated whiteboard laga tha jahan “Finale: 6 PM – Main Auditorium, Delhi College of Law” likha hua tha.
Shanu, blue shirt aur black jeans mein confident aur composed dikh rahi thi, lekin uske nazar kabhi kabhi Zaheer ke chehre pe chali jaati thi, jaise wo uska stress level read kar rahi ho.
Shanu
Tumhare notes revise ho gaye?
Zaheer
(sighs)
Haan… mostly. Lekin main thoda nervous hu
Shanu
(smiling)
Tum meri strength ho, Zaheer. Tumhare baad hi to meri baat perfect closure leti hai. Don’t forget, hum team hai.
Zaheer uski taraf dekhta hai. Thoda sa relaxed smile deta hai.
Itne mein ek knock hoti hai. Team Coordinator andar aata hai – clipboard le kar.
Coordinator
Team Pink City College – your rehearsal slot in the mini hall is in 20 minutes. Be ready.
Also, make sure you submit your cue cards to the AV team before 3.
Shanu
Thank you. Hum tayyar hain.
Coordinator jaata hai. Shanu kuch second ke liye chup rehti hai, phir Zaheer ke saamne khadi hoti hai, dono haath uske shoulders pe rakhte hue uska chehra dekhti hai.
Shanu
(softly)
Aaj raat sab kuch badal sakta hai.
Par hum wahi ke wahi rahenge, tum aur main… ek team. Stage ke upar bhi,uske baad bhi,puri life me...
Zaheer ke lips pe ek honest, peaceful smile aa jaati hai. Dono ke beech ka tension dissolve hota hai, aur ek calm determination jagta hai.
Itne mein, peeche table pe rakha Shanu ka phone vibrate karta hai. Ek message pop up hota hai:
"Finale will be streamed live at 6 PM. Best of luck!"
— Ammu ?
Shanu phone uthake dekhti hai aur muskurati hai. Zaheer side table se speech cards uthata hai aur uske haath mein de deta hai.
Zaheer
Chalo… finale likhne chalte hain.
Scene ends with both of them exiting the room with their files, door ke handle par Pink City College ka tag latakta rehta hai, hawa mein hilta hua.

Jaipur – Pratap House – 5:55 PM

Time: Evening, 5 minutes before the finale begins. Living room is perfectly set up. Curtains drawn, lights dimmed, aur center wall pe mounted TV pe Delhi ka finale livestream open hai – countdown chal raha hai: “Starting in 00:04:37”

Sofa pe Azhar thoda lean karke baitha hai, remote uske haath mein. Side table pe ek chhoti si chai ki tray aur biscuit ka plate. Uske baju mein Madhu — focused, shanu ki mummy jaisi chinta aur garv dono uski aankhon mein.

Arjun floor pe folded knees ke saath baitha hai, elbows apne thighs pe tikaye, aankhon mein silent tension.

Ammu thoda door ek chair pe baithi hai, lekin uska poora dhyaan TV ke countdown par nahi, Arjun ke face pe hai. Uska chehra soft hai, usme ek maturity aur ek samajh hai — jaise raat ki sari confusion dissolve ho chuki ho.

Asma excitement mein thodi aur badi ho gayi lag rahi thi. Couch ke armrest pe baith ke popcorn kha rahi thi.

Asma

Bhai! Dekho na Shanu di ka naam aayega pehle ya Zaheer bhai ka? Main to betting kar sakti hoon!

Madhu

(softly)

Asma… chup baith. Pehle dekh to lo stage pe kaun pehle aata hai.

Ammu, halka sa smile karti hai, aur Arjun ki taraf jhukti hai.

Ammu

(ab awaaz dhimi)

Tum kaafi serious ho aaj… jitna tournament ke din bhi nahi the.

Arjun uski taraf dekhta hai, lekin zyada kuch keh nahi paata. Sirf ek muskurahat, jisme guilt, nervousness aur ek undercurrent of protectiveness tha.

Arjun

(softly)

Shanu aur Zaheer dono wahan hain… aur hum yahaan… bas dekh rahe hain.

Kabhi kabhi kuch kar na paana sabse zyada bechaini deta hai.

Azhar ki awaaz unke conversation ke beech padti hai.

Azhar

(looking at Madhu)

Zaheer ne kaha tha… agar wo jeeta, to isbaar team trophy ghar laaye bina wapas nahi aayega.

Madhu

(half laughing)

Shanu bhi yahi keh ke gayi thi. Uska confidence to dekho… jaise trophy already uske shelf pe ho.

TV par crowd ka cheer bajta hai. Camera pan karta hai Delhi auditorium ke glittering stage par.

Background music – high-octane, suspenseful.

Anchor ki awaaz aati hai:

“Welcome to the Grand Finale of the National Inter-College Debate Championship 2025!”

“First up – from Jaipur Pink City College – please welcome Zaheer Qureshi and Shanaya singh

Living room mein sab ki aankhen ek saath screen ki taraf fix ho jaati hain.

Shanu aur Zaheer screen par appear hote hain — poised, confident, aur ek zabardast stage presence ke saath. Shanu ka suit elegant hai, aur Zaheer ka blazer perfect fit.

Arjun aankhen TV se hata kar ek pal ke liye Ammu ko dekhta hai — jaise usse batana chahta ho ki uski behen aur Ammu ka bhai… dono is waqt India ke best stage pe khade hain.
[i]Scene fades with screen full volume par… aur sab ki aankhen shanu ke bolne se pehle uske chehre ko dekhne mein uljhi hui hoti hain…[/i]
Bright lights flood the Delhi auditorium. The energy is high, tension coiled tight across the air as the Finale Round of the intercollegiate competition begins.

The format is different today — not a formal debate but a cross-question round, where finalist teams will challenge each other's ideologies and opinions. On the screen behind the stage, the theme flashes boldly:
Modern India vs Conservative India: The New Struggle
On one side of the stage, wearing navy blazers with a proud badge of Jaipur Pink City College, stand Shanaya Singh, Zaheer Qureshi,
posture.
The moderator steps up with a calm, firm voice.
Moderator
Today's round will test not just your opinions, but your conviction under pressure. Cross-questioning begins now. Each team gets three chances to raise a counter-question. The mic is live.
Miranda Halls begins.
Miranda Halls ki representative apna sawal padh rahi thi,
Miranda Team Lead
Aapke hisaab se modern India ka matlab sirf western dressing aur liberal lifestyle tak seemit kyun hai?
Zaheer ne ek pal ke liye aankhon mein mirchi jaisi tej roshni li, lekin uska jawaab... ek dam composed tha. Microphone ko thoda adjust karte hue usne apna jawab diya.
Zaheer
Modern India ka matlab sirf western attire nahi hota... aur na hi liberal hone ka matlab be-matlab boundaries tod dena hai. Aaj ka modern India woh hai jahan ladki apne sapno ka career chun sakti hai, jahan ek ladka khud apne emotions express kar sakta hai bina yeh soche ki usse ‘kamzor’ kaha jayega.
Hall mein ek halki si sarahna sunayi di. Zaheer ne ek baar Shanu ki taraf dekha, jise uski aankhon mein ek spark dikha. Shanu ke honth halke se curve hue—woh uske jawaab ko silently approve kar rahi thi.
Zaheer (continuing)
Aur conservative hone ka matlab hamesha backward hona nahi hota. Hamari sanskriti, hamare rivaayat... agar hum inka samman karte hain, toh woh humein jodte hain, humein jadh se banaye rakhte hain. Lekin agar hum usi tradition ke naam pe kisi aur ke decisions ko control karne lagte hain, toh woh modern society ke khilaaf hai.
Is baar claps thode aur zor se aaye. Moderator ne haath uthakar sabko shaant kiya.
Moderator
Thank you, Jaipur Pink City College. Miranda team, aapka pratikriya?
Miranda ki side se ek ladki uthi—confident, sharp—but zaheer ke baad uska jawab halka lag raha tha. Uske points factual the, lekin unme woh jazba nahi tha jo zaheer ke words me tha.
TV par sab dekh rahe the. Ammu, Madhu, Arjun, Azhar… sab ke chehre par garv tha. Ammu ke chehre pe ek aur hi glow tha.
Ammu (whispering to Arjun)
Ye mera bhai hai… aaj pure stage pe chhaa gaya.
Arjun ne muskurakar haan me sir hila diya,
Arjun
Aaj sabse pehle baar uski aankhon me kisi aur ke liye kuch tha… aur wo tha sirf tumhari Shanu ke liye.
Cut back to stage. Shanu ab next mic par ja chuki thi, Miranda se ek sharp aur well-phrased counter question puchne ke liye. Lekin camera us waqt zaheer ke chehre par zoom karta hai—uski aankhon me ek ajeeb si sukoon thi, jaise usne sirf competition nahi jeeta... balki apne andar ka ek war bhi khatam kiya ho.
Stage par ek pal ke liye spotlight jaise sirf Shanu par tik gaya ho. Uske haathon mein mic tha, aankhon mein intense clarity. Zaheer ne uske chair se peeche halki si taarif bhari nazar us par daali.

Moderator
Jaipur Pink City College, your turn to ask.
Shanu ne sida aankhon me aankhon daal kar Miranda team ki lead debater ko dekha. Uska sawaal seedha tha — lekin beneath that, ek challenge tha.
Shanu
Aapne kaha ki modern India ka matlab hai freedom of expression and choice. Mera sawaal hai — kya aap log apni family ke against jaake interfaith ya same-gender relationship support karenge... agar kal aapke ghar me aisa koi decision aaye? Kya aap apni ideology tab bhi utni hi fiercely defend karenge?
Hall ek pal ke liye bilkul chup ho gaya. Even moderator ki aankhon mein thoda interest aaya.
Miranda team lead — ek calm, composed ladki — mic le kar khadi hui. Usne ek second socha... fir boli.
Miranda Lead
Shayad mera jawaab aapko uncomfortable kare. Lekin sach yeh hai... ki freedom ka matlab hota hai honest hona.
Usne ek deep breath li.
Miranda Lead (continuing)
Main apne parents ke against nahi jaungi. Kyun? Kyunki unka sacrifice meri ideology se zyada important hai. Lekin iska matlab yeh nahi ki main apne beliefs chhod doongi. Modern India ka matlab hai — discussion, not destruction. Agar main kisi bhi relationship ko support karti hoon, toh main pehle apni family ko samjhaungi… unki insecurities ko samjhungi. Aur agar wo mujhe rok bhi dete hain… toh main protest nahi, patience choose karungi.
Hall stunned tha.
Zaheer ka body straighten hua. Shanu ka chehra neutral tha — lekin aankhon mein ek flicker… jaise respect jaisi cheez utthi ho.
Miranda Lead (final line)
Real revolution wahi hoti hai jo ghar ke andar shuru hoti hai… naara lagana asaan hota hai, lekin apno ko samjhana modern India ka asli courage hai.
Ek second ke liye silence. Fir taliyon ka ek flood.
Scoreboard screen par flash hota hai:
Jaipur Pink City College: 92/100
Miranda Halls, Delhi University: 92/100
Moderator (with smile)
It’s a tie, ladies and gentlemen! Final question round will be the tiebreaker — and the decider for the national championship trophy!
Living room mein ghanaghor sannata tha — sirf TV screen se aati commentary aur occasional background music sunai de raha tha. Do tray chai ke cups se bhare hue center table par rakhe the, lekin kisi ne unhe haath bhi nahi lagaya tha.

Pratap sofa ke beech me baithe the, dono haath Azhar ke haathon mein. Ek baap jiska beta ab sirf ek beta nahi, ek zimmedari ban chuka tha. Unki aankhon mein thakaan nahi thi, lekin jitna bhi sab kuch dekha tha zindagi mein, aaj kuch naya dekh rahe the — apne bachchon ko badalte hue, badlaav ke sath ladte hue.
Azhar ka chehra serious tha, lekin aankhon mein bharosa.
Azhar
(halke se muskurate hue)
Aaj kuch to badalne wala hai, Pratap bhai.
Pratap
(dheere se sir hilaate hue)
Chahe trophy aaye ya na aaye… lekin aaj hamare bachchon ne apne liye naam jeet liya hai.
Madhu ek kone mein bethi thi, jahan Asma ne apna haath unke kandhe par rakh rakha tha. Dono ki aankhen screen se chipki hui thi — Madhu ki aankhon mein maa ka dar tha, aur Asma ke chehre pe woh khushi jo sirf apne bhai behen ko stage par dekhkar milti hai.
TV screen par competition ka intro chal raha tha — lights, judges, final scoreboard.
Arjun ek chair ke kinare pe bitha tha, dono elbows ghutnon pe, haath jode hue — jaise kisi mandir me baitha ho. Uski aankhen TV pe chipki hui thi, par andar kuch aur chal raha tha. Pura dhyaan Shanu aur Zaheer par — lekin sirf ek bhai ke roop me nahi. Usme guilt bhi tha, pride bhi.
Ammu uske paas wali chair par bethi thi, thoda jhuki hui. Pehle toh uski aankhen screen pe thi, lekin jab usne Arjun ke haath ki tight grip dekhi, uska stare — usne dheere se uske kandhe ko chhoo kar kaha
Ammu
(softly)
Bharosa rakho. Dono jeet ke hi lautenge.
Arjun ne uski taraf dekha — ek halki si smile aayi, jisme shukriya tha… aur relief bhi. Usne chai ka cup uthaya, lekin peete waqt haath thoda kaap gaya. Ammu ne turant uska cup neeche rakh diya.
Background me TV se awaaz aayi:
TV Announcer
Final round begins in five minutes. This is going to be the most exciting face-off in the competition's history.
Sab ki nazar screen par chipak gayi.
Pratap aur Azhar ab bhi ek dusre ka haath pakde hue the. Arjun aur Ammu ek hi rhythm me saans le rahe the. Madhu aur Asma ki aankhon me emotion tha, lekin lips pe ek silent dua.
Ek pal ka silence. Fir screen par flare aata hai:
FINAL ROUND: TIEBREAKER QUESTION. ONE QUESTION. ONE ANSWER. ONE WINNER.

[Anum sheikh]

nice update

[Ayush01111]

Bhai ye suspense maar dega hume jabardast

[Greenwood]

Update 74




Host
Last question, from Miranda Halls to Jaipur Pink City College:
“In modern India, what is the need for a burkha?”
Sabki nazar Zaheer par. Spotlight uske chehre par girti hai — lekin uska chehra utna hi shaant tha jitna kisi sufi fakir ka ho sakta hai. Usne mic uthaya… ek pal ke liye aankhein band ki… fir jaise uski awaaz hawa mein gungunane lagi.
Zaheer
(slow, deep voice, jaise har lafz me ek kahani ho)
Jab aap kisi phool se puchte ho ki tu khud ko kyu chhupata hai,
To wo kehta hai — kyunki meri khushboo mere andar hai, mere rang mere liye hain… duniya ke liye nahi.
Sab chup. Sirf uski awaaz goonj rahi thi. Audience, judges, Miranda team — sabki aankhen uspar tik gayi thi.
Zaheer
Burkha ek kapda hai.
Lekin is desh me burkha kabhi sirf kapda nahi tha.
Kabhi usne beti ko bazar ki nazar se bachaya,
Kabhi usne ek maa ko izzat ka jism diya,
Aur kabhi usne ek ladki ko chhupne ka nahi…
khud se milne ka samay diya.
Shanu ka gala ruk gaya. Usne aankhen uthaayi. Zaheer ke chehre pe gussa nahi tha, jazba tha. Pyaar tha. Samajh thi.
Zaheer
Modern India ki baat karte hain.
To kya modern hone ka matlab sirf kapde utarna hai?
Ya phir modern hone ka matlab yeh hai —
ki ek aurat jeans pehne to azaad,
aur burkha pehne to pichhdi?
Ammu ne guest house me TV ke saamne aankhen bhar aayi. Arjun ne uska haath pakad liya — tight.
Zaheer
Main yeh maanta hoon ki burkha sab pe nahi thopa jaana chahiye.
Lekin main yeh bhi maanta hoon —
ki kisi ke burkha pehne par sawal uthana bhi modern nahi hota.
Kyuki modern hone ka matlab yeh hai…
ki hum har aurat ko apne aap decide karne de —
ki uski azaadi kya hai.
Background me slow orchestral music chalu ho jaata hai. Camera judges ke faces par. Sab gung.
Zaheer
Burkha uss samaj ka hissa hai jahan aurat apna wajood le kar chali hai —
chhupkar nahi,
izzat se.
Aur agar aaj ke India me kisi ko lagta hai ki burkha ek rukaavt hai,
to problem burkhe me nahi…
problem un aankhon me hai jo sirf kapda dekh kar insaan ka dimaag naapti hain.

Shanu — stunned. Jaise kisi ne uska dil choo liya ho. Uski aankhon me bhar aayi thi… par chehra fakhar se bhara hua tha. Zaheer ki taraf dekhte hue sirf ek pal ke liye usne aankhon se kaha…
Tu jeet gaya, Zaheer.

Spotlight Zaheer par. Stage ke centre me khada. Pal bhar ki khamoshi… fir mic uthakar woh bolna shuru karta hai.
Zaheer
(slow, powerful, eyes steady)
Modern India me burkhe ki zarurat hai…
kyunki aaj bhi is desh me nazar badalne se pehle soch nahi badli.
Burkha sirf ek kapda nahi…
yeh ek aurat ke apne aap ke saath ek understanding ka nateeja hai.
Yeh uski khud ki choice hai —
na ki kisi dharm ki zanjeer.
(Audience me sir hilaate kuch log. Judges leaned forward.)
Zaheer
Main kisi ko burkha pehnane ka side nahi le raha.
Main sirf yeh keh raha hoon…
ki jis tarah ek ladki apna jism dikhane ke haq me azaad hai,
waise hi ek ladki apna jism dhakne ke haq me bhi azaad honi chahiye.
Freedom selective nahi hoti.
Ya to sabke liye hoti hai… ya kisi ke liye nahi.
TV pe Jaipur. Arjun ki aankhen Zaheer par tikki hoti hain. Ammu ki palkein bhari hui. Pratap aur Azhar — dono ka gala sukh gaya hota hai.
Zaheer
Burkha zarurat hai…
kyunki aaj bhi galiyon me chhoti bachiyon ko aankhon se napne wale mil jaate hain.
Zarurat hai…
kyunki aaj bhi interview me skills se pehle appearance dekhi jaati hai.
Zarurat hai…
kyunki aaj bhi kisi ki beti jab burkha pehen kar college jaati hai,
to usse “bechaari” kaha jaata hai — samajhdar nahi.
(Pause. Breath. Deep.)
Zaheer
Aur sabse zyada zarurat isliye hai…
kyunki har burkha pehni aurat ko ye kehne ka haq chahiye —
ki burkha meri kamzori nahi, meri marzi hai.
Camera zoom to Miranda team — ladkiyaan ek dusre ki taraf dekh kar aankhon me nami ke saath sir hila rahi hoti hain.
Zaheer
Modern India wo hoga…
jahan na burkha impress kare, na tank kare…
balki samjha jaaye.
Jahan ek aurat se yeh na pucha jaaye —

ki “tum burkha kyu pehnti ho?”
balki yeh kaha jaaye —
“jo tumhe mehfooz rakhe, wahi sahi hai.”
(Pause. Sab chup. Poore hall me ek silence jisme sirf emotions baj rahe hain.)
Zaheer
Main us modern India ka sapna dekhta hoon…
jahan ek ladki burkhe me IAS ban jaaye,
aur koi newspaper uska sirf ‘veil’ nahi… uska vision dikhaye.
Jahan stage par khadi ek speaker ke ideas matter karein —
na ki uske sleeves, neckline ya scarf.
Main us modern India ka hissa banna chahta hoon…
jahan azaadi ka matlab yeh nahi hota ki kapde kam ho,
balki yeh hota hai — ki kapde ka faisla sirf aur sirf aurat kare.
Final pause. Zaheer mic neeche karta hai.
Ek pal ki khamoshi… phir ek zordaar taali. Phir doosri.
Poora hall khada ho jaata hai.
Standing Ovation.
Judges, Miranda team, media log, sab taali bajate hain. Miranda ki sabse outspoken debater — jo question poochti thi — khud pehle khadi hoti hai.
Shanu (Shanaya Singh) ki aankhen bhar aayi hoti hain. Uske chehre par ek sukoon… aur aankhon me ek nayi izzat. Jaise usne sirf ek jawab nahi, ek mard dekha ho…
jo duniya ke samne khada hua — aur jhuka nahi.

Fir poora auditorium standing ovation me uth gaya.

Stage par ek gahan sannata. Zaheer ab apni jagah par wapas baith chuka hai. Judges apne notepad pe kuch likh rahe hain. Miranda team ki taraf confident sa lag raha hai… lekin tabhi…
Host
Aur ab… Jaipur Pink City College se final cross-question aata hai… Miranda Halls ke liye.
Shanu mic uthati hai. Her tone calm hai, lekin aankhon me ek spark. Poora hall phir se chup.
Shanu
Aapne apne argument me kaha…
ki “modern India me burkhe ki kya zarurat”,
kyunki woh ek “dated concept” hai…
aur modern society me equality ka matlab ek jaisa rehna hai.
To mera sawaal aapse yeh hai —
agar main aap par thop du ki aapko bikini me ghumna hai,
kyunki modern India me to freedom ka matlab body positivity hai,
aur jo dikhaya jaaye wahi normalize hota hai…
To kya aap maanengi?
Kya aapki choice valid nahi rahegi,
kyunki woh modern lens se alag hai?
(Hall ekdum se pin-drop silence me chala jaata hai. Miranda team ki lead debater ka chehra stiff ho jata hai. Judges ka focus screen se utar kar seedha stage par aa chuka hai.)
Shanu (calmly continues)
Freedom agar sirf ek direction me ho…
to woh freedom nahi, pressure hota hai.
Burkha ho ya bikini —
dono ka matlab tabhi azaadi hai,
jab woh khud ki marzi se ho,
na ki samajh ke expectation se.
(Pause. Arjun ki aankhen Shanu par tikki hain. Zaheer ke chehre par ek proud smirk.)
Shanu
To aapka answer kya hai?
Agar kal aapke college ka dress code aapko bole
ki aapko bold aur fearless dikhne ke liye
shorts aur bikini top pehna pade…
to kya aap maanengi?
Kyunki “modern India me to burkhe ki kya zarurat”.
(Spotlight now on Miranda. Camera Miranda team ke captain par zoom karta hai. Unki debater kuch seconds chup rehti hai. Uska gala sukh gaya hota hai. Poora auditorium ki saansein ruk jaati hain.)
Miranda Debater (with a forced smile)
We… we believe in choice…
Shanu (gently interrupts)
Bas.
To fir kisi aurat ka burkha pehnna bhi utna hi valid choice hai,
jitna aapka usse nikal dena.
That’s the India we’re debating for.
Poora hall ek baar phir se goonj uthta hai. Baarish jaise taaliyan bajti hain. Judges ke chehre par subtle smiles. Miranda ki debater aankhon se Shanu ko respect bhari nazar se dekhti hai.
Ammu ka chehra TV screen ke saamne soft ho jaata hai. Madhu aunty ke haath me chai ka cup thartharata hai. Arjun — stunned.
Pratap aur Azhar ek dusre ki taraf dekh kar sirf itna kehte hain…
Pratap
Yeh dono… aag hai, Azhar bhai.
Azhar
Bas dua hai… yeh aag kabhi thande na ho.
INT. DELHI AUDITORIUM – EVENING

Spotlights dim ho chuki hain. Judges ne apne final remarks likh diye hain. Poora hall breathless silence me hai. Audience ki aankhen stage ke centre par tiki hui hain jahan host podium pe khade hain, ek gold envelope haath me liye.
Camera ek ek karke zoom karta hai:
– Miranda team ke chehre pe nervous pride
– Jaipur Pink City team ke chehre pe calm tension
– Shanu, zaheer ki taraf halki muskurahat ke sath dekhti hai
– Zaheer, sir jhuka kar aankhon me ek alag si roshni liye, maano har sawaal ka jawab mil gaya ho
– Ammu, TV ke saamne dono haath jod kar, seat ke edge par
– Arjun, aankhen bina blink kiye screen ko takta hua
– Madhu, Asma, Azhar aur Pratap – sabke chehre pe ek saath proudness aur duaon ka asar
Host
(voice slightly echoing)
Ladies and Gentlemen…
After three powerful rounds, with mind-shaking arguments, emotional appeal and unmatched presence…
The jury has come to a unanimous decision.
(A short drum roll starts. Camera TV screen par cut karta hai jahan scoreboard par “Awaiting Results” flash ho raha hota hai)
Host (smiling)
The winner…
of the National Youth Debate Championship 2025…
is…
(Envelope khulta hai. Host aankhon ke paas lata hai. Ek second ka pause. Poora auditorium still.)
Host (announces)
JAIPUR PINK CITY COLLEGE!!!
(Explosion of applause. Full crowd taaliyon aur cheers se goonj uthta hai. Confetti fire hota hai stage par. Shanu aur Zaheer ek dusre ki taraf dekhte hain — dono ki aankhon me disbelief and joy ka perfect blend.)
Zaheer bas kuch seconds khamosh rehta hai. Fir Shanu ke paas aata hai…
Zaheer (whispers)
Tu jeet gayi, Shanu.
Shanu (aankhon me aansu, smile ke sath)
Hum jeete hain, Zaheer.
(Wo dono ek dusre ko tight hug karte hain. Camera slow zoom out karta hai. Peeche Miranda team bhi standing ovation deti hai. Unki team lead aakar Shanu se haath milati hai)
Miranda Debater
You earned it.
Shanu
So did you.
(Cut to: TV screen jahan Arjun ki aankhon me shaan aur pyaar dono hai. Ammu slowly uska haath pakad leti hai, bina kuch kahe. Pratap aur Azhar emotional aankhon ke sath ek dusre ka kandha dabate hain. Madhu ki aankhon me aansu. Asma cheekh ke kehti hai)
Asma
Wooohooooo Shanu Didi!!!! Legend ho aap!!!
(Camera stage par return karta hai jahan trophy diya ja raha hai. Zaheer ne haath me trophy uthai, lekin stage ke centre me khada hota hai aur mic Shanu ko pakda deta hai. Hall goonjta hai: SHANU! SHANU! SHANU!)
Zaheer (murmuring to her)
Ab spotlight sirf tera hai.
Shanu trophy uthati hai, aankhon me jazbaat bhar kar stage ke edge tak aati hai.
Shanu (to audience)
Yeh sirf ek trophy nahi hai.
Yeh sab un awaazon ki jeet hai…
jo chup rehti hain kyunki samajh ke norms unki sunwai nahi karte.
(Crowd phir se taaliyon me doob jaata hai.)
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Hall ki roshni ab warm aur golden ho chuki hai. Stage par ek elegant podium sajaya gaya hai. Peeth ke peeche backdrop pe likha hai:

“National Youth Debate Championship 2025 – Finale Night”

Host ab Jaipur Pink City College ki team ko bulata hai. Shanu, Zaheer, aur poori team spotlight me stage par aati hai. Sabke gale me medals, aur beech me ek badi golden trophy.

Host (enthusiastically)

Presenting the Champions of this year… for their outstanding clarity, poise, and sheer courage – Jaipur Pink City College!!!

(Taaliyon ka toofan. Judges khade hokar applaud karte hain. Miranda team bhi smile ke sath taali bajati hai.)

Zaheer trophy uthakar Shanu ke haath me deta hai. Shanu, confident yet overwhelmed, mic ke paas jaati hai.

Shanu

This win isn’t just ours.

It belongs to every girl who ever questioned… every boy who ever stood for her… and every home that made space for voice, not just silence.

Thank you.

(Silence ke baad ek emotional applause auditorium ko bhar deta hai. Background me national anthem ke soft tones bajte hain. Poora stage ek frame me jamta hai – victorious, graceful, and glowing.)

INT. PRATAP HOUSE – NIGHT

TV off ho chuka hai. Lekin ghar ka mahal abhi bhi garam aur jashn bhara hai. Drawing room me sab log relax posture me baithe hain – kuch thake hue, kuch abhi bhi excitement me.

Pratap aur Azhar ek hi sofa pe baith kar cup me chai le rahe hain. Dono ne ek dusre ka haath kas ke pakad rakha hai.

Madhu, Asma, aur Ammu ek taraf cushions me ghuse, hansi-chutkule kar rahe hain.

Zaheer aur Shanu – still in debate attire – floor pe baithe hain, jaise bachpan ka koi moment revive ho gaya ho.

Pratap (cup rakhte hue, Arjun ki taraf dekhta hai)

Jaa beta…

Mithai le aa…

Aur khane ka bhi kuch achha le aa…

Aaj dono parivaar saath me khayenge.

(Arjun rukta hai. Sirf ek second ke liye. Fir uski nazar ammu par padti hai.)

Ammu usse dekhti hai. Khaamoshi me ek soft si smile…

Jaise keh rahi ho – main yahin hoon, ab sab sahi hai.

Arjun ki aankhon me wo purani sharaarat aur nayi shaanti dono dikhte hain.

Arjun (narmi se)

Bas ek minute mein.

(Wo slowly uthta hai. Apne phone aur bike ki chabi uthakar seedha door ki taraf jaata hai. Camera uske peechhe lagta hai.)

EXT. NIGHT – PRATAP HOUSE SE BAHAR

Arjun ki bike ek smooth start leti hai. Gali ke end tak wo ek baar rear-view mirror me dekhta hai. Ammu ki chhavi balcony me khadi dikhti hai… wo haath hila rahi hoti hai.

Arjun (under his breath)

Finals to jeet gaye…

Ab baari meri hai.
[b](Bike ek smooth roar ke sath galli se nikal jaati hai. Frame freeze hota hai – Arjun, road, aur wo perfect summer night jisme jeet ki khushboo hai.)[/b]

[Anum sheikh]

Nice update, zberdast ??