ARJUN vs ZAHEER

[Greenwood]

dont ammu have a mobile phone anymore ? give him a call or send him a text

He didn't pickup his calls

[KK001]

He didn't pickup his calls

then send him a text like this " call back  or you can go fuck yourself"

[Greenwood]

then send him a text like this " call back  or you can go fuck yourself"

This is not south Indian movie bro 
This is a simple collage drama

[Greenwood]

Update 91




College ke ek kone me, campaign ke hustle-bustle se thoda door, Arjun akele baitha tha. Bench pe peechhe tikkar, dono haath apne bal pe rakhkar wo ek gahri saans leta hai. Principal ka announcement abhi bhi uske dimaag me ghoom raha tha, jaise koi bgm ho jo uske har thought ke saath baj raha ho.
Arjun ke dil me khud se ek monologue shuru hota hai.
Arjun (andar ki awaaz)
Football tournament… wahi din tha jab sab kuch badla. Ground par jeet ke baad jo energy thi, jo crowd ki cheekh thi… us din laga tha main kuch bhi kar sakta hoon. Aur tabhi ruling party ke log aaye mere paas. Unhone kaha, tumhe sirf khelna nahi hai, tumhe lead bhi karna hai. Collage election…
Uski aankhein ek pal ke liye bandh ho jaati hain. Visuals uske dimag me flash hone lagte hain.
— Madhu ka chehra, jab usne apne bete ko jeet ke baad gale lagaya tha.
— Pratap ka fakhr bhara look, bas aankhon me ek hi sawal tha… kitna aage jaa sakta hai mera beta.
— Shanu ka mischievous smile, jo hamesha uski tension tod deti hai.
— Aur Ammu… uske saath bitaye hue wo lamhe. Terrace pe baatein, raat ke wo close moments, jab dono ne ek doosre se bina bole sab keh diya tha. Ammu ke chehre ki warmth jaise abhi bhi uske dil me chhupi ho.
Arjun dheere se aankhein kholta hai, bench ki side dekhte hue muskurata hai.
Arjun (andar ki awaaz)
Bas aaj ka din aur… aur fir main banunga is collage ka naya Student President.
Uske lips par ek badi si confident smile aa jaati hai. Jaise saari journey, saari struggle ka ek sukoon mil gaya ho. Camera uske face par zoom karta hai—calm, determined, aur victorious.

Shaam ka waqt tha. College ke hustle-bustle se door, ek purani si building ke andar ka scene. Same wahi jagah jo pehle bhi ek do baar dikh chuki thi—andar kaafi andhera tha, sirf tube light ki halki jhilmil roshni, kuch purane table aur kursiyan, aur diwaar par lagbhag girti hui plaster. Hawa me ek ajeeb si mystery thi.
Wahi anonymous ladka aur ladki Zaheer aur Shanu ke saamne khade the. Dono ka expression abhi bhi blank tha, jaise samajhne ki koshish kar rahe ho ki yeh sab ho kya raha hai.
Anonymous ladka apni baat ko aage badhata hai.
Anonymous ladka
Sirf ek champion hi champion ko hara sakta hai. Aur aap dono… aap dono me wo potential hai jo Arjun Singh ke saamne khada ho sake.
Shanu thoda chokti hai, ek kadam peeche lete hue Zaheer ki taraf dekhti hai. Zaheer apne dono haath apne jeans ki pocket me dal kar khamoshi se sunta hai, uske chehre par koi clear emotion nahi tha.
Zaheer
Lekin hum isme aapki kya help kar sakte hai?
Uske saath hi Shanu bhi apna sir dheere se hilati hai, jaise is baat se agree kar rahi ho.
Anonymous ladki ek confident muskaan ke saath aage badhti hai.
Anonymous ladki
Arjun Singh ke paas college ka power hai, crowd hai, aur ab election ka raasta bhi. Uske saamne kisi aam insaan ka khada hona mushkil hai. Isiliye zaroori hai ki uske samne koi khada ho jo khud ek naam ho… ek champion.
Anonymous ladka
Aur hum jaante hai, aap dono ke paas woh spark hai. Question yeh hai… aap dono chahte kya ho?
Room me ek pal ke liye sirf tube light ka humming sound sunai deta hai. Zaheer aur Shanu ek dusre ki taraf dekhte hai—na smile, na gussa, bas ek blank expression. Jaise dono ke dimaag me ek hi sawal ghoom raha ho, lekin jawab abhi tak kisi ke paas nahi hai.
Camera dheere se zoom out karta hai, chaaro ke figures ko andheri building ke andar chhoti si roshni me dikhata hua… ek mystery atmosphere ke saath.
Raat thodi gehri ho chuki thi. Wahi purani building ke ek kone me, ek purani kursi par baith kar Shanu aur Zaheer dheere-dheere aapas me gupchup baat kar rahe the. Dono ke chehre par abhi bhi thoda confusion tha, lekin baaton me ek narmi aur apni hi duniya me doob jaane ka sa feel tha.

Shanu apni baat dhire tone me keh rahi thi.
Shanu
Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha Zaheer… yeh sab itna sudden… matlab kyun hum? Aur Arjun ke against…
Zaheer
(shant lekin serious)
Mujhe bhi samajh nahi aa raha. Lekin ek baat hai, agar Arjun bina fight ke jeet gaya, to fir is college ka kya hoga…
Jaise hi dono baatein kar rahe the, piche se ek halki si footstep ki awaaz aati hai. Shanu turant apna sir ghumati hai, Zaheer bhi alert ho jaata hai.
Phir ek gahri, thodi kharash bhari aawaz unke kaanon tak pahuchti hai.
Aawaz
Kuch aur na sahi… to apne college ke bare me hi sochiye.
Dono turant khade ho jaate hai aur apna dhyaan us taraf le jaate hai.
Ek aadmi saamne aata hai—kareeb pachaas saal ka, patla sa sharir, aankhon me ek ajeeb sa confidence aur wajah par gehri lakeerein. Usne simple sa kurta-pyjama pehna tha, lekin uski personality me ek wazan tha.
Zaheer aur Shanu ek pal ke liye us aadmi ko bas mood kar dekhte rehte hai, jaise samajhne ki koshish kar rahe ho ki yeh kaun hai aur kya chahta hai.
Camera unke expressions par ruk jaata hai—Shanu ke chehre par thodi bechaini, aur Zaheer ke chehre par ek mix of suspicion aur curiosity.
Building ke andar ki hawa aur zyada heavy lagne lagti hai, jaise koi bada raaz abhi khulne wala ho.

Scene Cut – College Campus, Shaam ke waqt
College ke corridor me Ammu tezi se idhar-udhar dekh rahi thi. Uske chehre par clearly tension likhi hui thi. Woh lagataar Shanu ko call kar rahi thi, lekin line har bar unreachable aati thi.
Ammu
(gusse aur chinta ke mix tone me)
Yeh Shanu bhi na… bina bataye kahaan gayi?
Tabhi Priya peeche se aati hai, uske kandhe par haath rakhti hai.
Priya
Ammu, relax. Pata nahi Shanu ko kya kaam aa gaya hoga. Waise bhi wo ghar aa jaayegi. Abhi tum akele ghar kaise jaogi? Main chhod deti hoon.
Ammu thoda ruk kar Priya ki taraf dekhti hai. Uska mann to abhi bhi Shanu ke liye tension me tha, lekin Priya ki baat me logic tha.
Ammu
(halke se)
Haan… shayad tum theek keh rahi ho.
Next shot me dikhaya jata hai ke Ammu aur Priya ek scooty par nikal padte hai. Priya drive kar rahi hoti hai aur Ammu chupchaap uske piche baithi hoti hai, hawa uske baalon me ulajh rahi hoti hai. Ammu ke dil me bas ek hi sawal ghoom raha hota hai – arju 
Scooty ke headlights sham ke andhere me kho jaate hai aur camera dheere-dheere fade out hota hai…
Cut Back – Wahi Purani Building, Shanu aur Zaheer ka Scene Continue
Raat ka andhera aur tez ho gaya tha. Purani building ke ek kone me Zaheer aur Shanu abhi bhi khade the. Unke saamne wahi 50 saal ka aadmi tha jiski aawaz abhi thodi der pehle goonj uthi thi.
Aadmi
(kadam aage badhakar)
Kuch aur na sahi… apne college ke bare me hi sochiye.
Zaheer aur Shanu ek saath uski taraf ghoom kar dekhte hai. Dono ke chehre par ek hi expression tha – blank, jaise abhi decide kar hi nahi pa rahe ho ki is aadmi ki baaton ko seriously le ya ignore kar de.
Shanu apni aankhon me thoda doubt le kar Zaheer ki taraf dekhte hai, jaise keh rahi ho – yeh aadmi kaun hai?
Zaheer thoda aage badhta hai, uski aankhen aadmi par tik jaati hai.
Zaheer
Aur aap humein yeh kehne wale kaun hote hai?
Camera zoom in karta hai – aadmi ke chehre par ek halka sa smile. Uski aankhon me ek plan tha.
Purani Building – Raat

Andhera aur gehra ho chuka tha. Purane brick ke dararon se hawa cheekh jaisi awaaz kar rahi thi. Shanu aur Zaheer saamne khade the, dono ke chehre par ek hi sawal tha – yeh aadmi kaun hai?
Aadmi ne apni coat ki pocket se ek purana ID card nikala, jisme uska photo tha. Halke se torch ki roshni padti hai.
ID Card par likha tha – Mushtaq Khan – Narcotics Control Bureau (Suspended).
Zaheer aur Shanu ek dusre ko dekh kar chok jate hai.
Mushtaq Khan
(sanket dete hue, halki karki aawaz me)
Main jaanta ho tum soch rahe ho… kyun ek suspended officer tumhare samne khada hai.
Sach yeh hai… ki suspension sirf ek wajah thi mujhe chup karane ki.
Woh thoda aage badhta hai, uski aankhen directly Zaheer ke chehre me ghus jati hai.
Mushtaq Khan
Iss sheher me jo nasha chal raha hai, uska asli malik koi chhota-mota dealer nahi… balki woh log hain jinke posters tum har gali, har chowk par dekhte ho.
Shanu apne hont bhinch leti hai.
Shanu
Aap kehna kya chahte hain?
Mushtaq gehri saans leta hai.
Mushtaq Khan
Pichle saal, ruling party ke purane diggaj neta ki death ke baad unka beta kursi par aaya.
Ek young leader… charming, ambitious… lekin andar se… khokhla aur corrupt.
Usne apni party ka poora structure badal diya. Aur ussi waqt usne apna haath milaya iss sheher ke sabse bade drug syndicate ke malik ke saath.
Zaheer ki aankhen pat jaati hain.
Zaheer
Matlab… party ke andar hi drug racket chal raha hai?
Mushtaq
(sir hila kar)
Bilkul. Aur sabse badi baat… unka plan simple hai. Iss sheher ka sabse bada aur taqatwar student body… college ke through control karo.
Agar Arjun Singh election jeet gaya… to woh inke liye ek puppet ban jayega. Aur tum samajh hi sakte ho uske baad kya hoga.
Shanu halki si aawaz me bolti hai.
Shanu
Drugs… sheher ke sabse bade college me openly bhehne lagenge.
Mushtaq Khan
(sakht tone me)
Aur uska anjam tum dono soch bhi nahi sakte. Ek poori generation ko khatam kar denge yeh log.
Silence cha jata hai. Sirf hawa ki cheekh aur Mushtaq ki baaton ka bojh. Zaheer apni mutthi kas ke band kar leta hai, uske chehre par gussa aur tension dono mix hote hai. Shanu uske paas khadi hai, dono ek dusre ki taraf dekhte hai – blank, lekin andar se ek aag jal chuki thi.
Mushtaq unke kareeb aakar sirf itna bolta hai.
Mushtaq Khan
Ab tum dono par hai… champion ke samne champion utarna hai… ya phir sheher ko tabah hota dekhna hai.
Camera dheere se zoom out hota hai… purani building ke andhere me teen silhouttes khade hote hain – ek ladai shuru ho chuki thi, jo sirf election ki nahi thi… balki sheher ke mustaqbil ki thi.
Shanu ka room – raat der tak

Room ka ek kone me table lamp ki halki roshni thi, baaki kamra andhere me dooba hua. Shanu bed ke edge par baithi thi, dono haath tightly jod kar apne lap me rakhe hue. Zaheer khidki ke paas khada tha, curtains ke beech se bahar ke andhere aasman ko dekh raha tha.
Dono ke chehre par ek hi expression tha – thakan, hairani aur ek darr jo unke dil se chipak gaya tha.
Shanu
Zaheer… kya wo aadmi sach bol raha tha?
Kya Arjun ko is bare me kuch bhi nahi maloom?
Zaheer ne chup chap apne haath ki ungliyon se curtain ko pakda, fir dheere se palat kar Shanu ko dekha. Uski aankhon me confusion aur gussa dono the.
Zaheer
Main khud nahi samajh pa raha. Agar Mushtaq Khan jhoot bol raha hai to iska matlab hai ki hum ek trap me phas rahe hain.
Aur agar woh sach keh raha hai… to Arjun bina jaane kisi aisi game ka hissa ban gaya hai jiska anjaam sirf tabahi hai.
Shanu apna sir neeche jhuka kar ek gehri saans leti hai, jaise apne dil ka bojh control karne ki koshish kar rahi ho. Fir dheere se uski awaaz nikli – low, heavy aur almost tootne wali.
Shanu
Zaheer… agar us insan ki baat sach nikli…
To sirf is college ka nahi, puri Pink City ka ant nishchit hai.
Room me ek pal ke liye khamoshi chipak gayi. Table lamp ki roshni ne Shanu ke chehre ki parchaayi ko aur gehra kar diya. Zaheer uske paas aaya aur bed ke edge par baith gaya. Dono ki aankhen ek dusre me ja kar atak gayi – bina shabd ke, jaise dono ek hi sawal soch rahe ho.
Kaise bachaenge sabko? Kaise bachaenge Arjun ko?
Dono ke dil me wohi darr tha… aur iss darr ke peeche ek ajeeb sa connection ban raha tha.

Shanu ki awaaz dheemi thi, jaise koi apne andar se toot kar bol raha ho.
Shanu
Zaheer… agar us aadmi ki baat sach hai, to Arjun ko khud bhi pata nahi uske kadam kahan le ja rahe hain.
Uski jeet sirf ek kursi nahi hogi… woh kursi is sheher ka zeher ban jaayegi.
Uski aankh bhar aayi thi, lekin usne apna chehra side kar liya taaki aansu dikhayi na de.
Zaheer ne uska yeh haal dekha aur uska dil ek pal ko kaamp gaya. Usne apna haath dheere se Shanu ke haath par rakha.
Zaheer
Main jaanta hoon… tum Arjun ko sabse zyada samajhti ho.
Tumhe darr hai woh bigad jaayega, lekin mujhe darr hai… ki woh khud bhi apne aap ko barbaad kar dega.
Shanu ne uski taraf dekha. Dono ki aankhen mil gayi—blank nahi, balki emotions se bhari hui.
Shanu
Aur hum?
Agar yeh sab sach nikla… hum dono kya karenge Zaheer?
Arjun ke khilaaf khade ho sakte hain? Ya phir… uske saath khade hoke khud ko jala lenge?
Zaheer ek pal chup raha. Fir usne apni ungliyon se Shanu ke aansu ko wipe kar diya.
Zaheer
Sach keh raha hoon Shanu… main tumhe kabhi girne nahi dunga.
Jo bhi hoga… tumhari saans tak bachi hai, main tumhare saath rahunga.
Shanu ki saans tez ho gayi. Usne apna haath Zaheer ke haath par zor se band kar liya, jaise us ek pal me usne apna poora bojh uske haath me de diya ho.
Shanu
Bas ek darr hai Zaheer… agar hum sahi huye… to iss sheher ki sabse badi ladai hum dono ke kandhon par aayegi.
Aur mujhe nahi pata… hum dono kitna sambhal paayenge.
Zaheer ne halki si muskaan laayi, lekin us muskaan me bhi dard tha.
Zaheer
Hum dono toot bhi gaye… tab bhi Arjun se zyada majboot rahenge.
Ek gehri khamoshi chha gayi. Table lamp ki roshni me do chehre the—thake hue, pareshaan, lekin ek nayi bandhan se jude hue.

College Campus – Agle Din Dophar
Dhoop tez thi, lekin campus me ek alag hi energy thi. Har jagah posters, banners aur chhote groups me students apne-apne candidate ki tareef kar rahe the. Election ka mahol charam par tha.
Arjun apne football ground ke corner me khada tha, jahan se ab bhi uske jeet ke banners latak rahe the. Uske haath me ek notebook aur pen tha, lekin chehre par muskaan. Woh aas paas ke students ki beech chal rahe shor se door, apne hi zone me tha.
Arjun
(andar hi andar sochta hua)
Kaise main yahan tak pahucha… kabhi socha bhi nahi tha.
Sirf ek football ke liye khelne wala ladka… tournament jeeta… aur ab… sab mujhe ek leader ke roop me dekh rahe hain.
Woh ground ki mitti ko ungli se hilata hai, jaise yaadon ko chhu raha ho.

Arjun
Bachpan yaad aata hai… Papa ka woh sakht chehra… Madhu Maa ki hansi… Shanu ki chidchidi harkate…
Aur phir… Ammu.
Uske bina to yeh safar adhoora lagta hai. Har jeet, har khushi ka asli rang wahi hai.
Uski aankhen ek pal ke liye band ho jati hain, aur uske dimag me Ammu ke saath ke woh close pal dikhne lagte hain – terrace par hansi, football ground ke edge pe khamosi, uske haath ki mehsoos, uski aankhon ka bharosa.
Arjun halki si muskaan ke saath apne dil se bol padta hai.
Arjun
Bas… aaj ka din.
Aur phir main banunga is college ka naya Student President.
Aur is jeet ke saath… apni har kahani ko ek naya rang dunga.
Uske chehre par ek sukoon aa jata hai. Dur se uske dost uska naam le kar bulane lagte hain, election ki planning ke liye. Arjun notebook band karta hai, apna bag uthata hai aur confident steps me chal padta hai – usse zara bhi andaza nahi tha ki jis jeet ki taraf woh badh raha hai, uske peeche ek aisi andheri sachchai chhupi hai jo uske sapne hi nahi… poori duniya ko hila degi.
Camera Arjun ke muskurate chehre par freeze hota hai – ek bekhauf leader ka chehra… jo apne hi khel ke asli niyam se anjaan tha.

[Anum sheikh]

Shanu or Zaheer Arjun ko agha Bhi to kr skty. Or agr Arjun Kay pechy ghalat logo ka hath hai Bhi to Arjun itna Pagal nhi Jo apny shehar Kay logo me zehar failny Dega ( drugs )

[KK001]

This is not south Indian movie bro 
This is a simple collage drama

asking for attention  you deserve. you don't have to be a south Indian movie heroine or hero for that . an educated college girl should be  able to do  that . 

for me ammu and arjun looks like south Indian movie hero and heroine. hero is self absorbed and heroine is very submissive . don't have guts to ask for her share of respect and attention. 

last line of the last update is very true. "beakuf"

[KK001]

when you ask for explanation , and he try to hide behind his anger , he is not the right man . 

if you don't find the man standing beside you , when you need him , that's not the right man for you. 

if the man is not honest with you , and he is a coward. then hi is not the right man . 

if he don't share his secret and future plan with you,  he think you are just a girl and should not get involved this kind of manly matter  , and think he is doing these for your good future , (actually he is doing these for his ego). he is not the right man . 

if you cant reach him , when you need to talk to him. he is so busy with his work cant even make some room .  then he is not the right man . 

these are the some  red flags a girl should look  for , when she choose her partner. and our hero got all of them. 

firstly,  when ammu asked about nikkhats rumor, arjun got angry , and left without any explanation. 

then , when ammu was going through marriage pressure , and her father was ill , she need his support for taking decision, she try to reach him , he was not there , but next day he was trying hard for ruined her marriage shamelessly,  without even asking her. 

then he asked for forgiveness , without reveling his true sin. a coward of a hero . I know that the word coward going to raise some eye brow. but this is true . 

then all of a sudden he got busy, and when ammu asked him , he said I am doing this for us . that was not true , you don't need to become college president for a girl who love you so much. arjun doing this for his ego. then all of a sudden ammu come to know that her lover want to join politics.  some may find this very normal , we see this kind of things very often in film.  especially in south film . but its very important to discus with your partner before taking big step like this . no arjun not gonna do that , hi think he is a hero , and everything he is doing going to come out not just fine but with excellent result . and ammu should respect his decision without any question. or if she raise some question , I will kiss her and she gonna melt in my arm. I will suffocate her question with my love.  how romantic!!!!  

and last but not least , no matter how much you get involve in election , you can take a phone call . even person running for  prime minister  can find out five minute , for a phone call . but our arjun cant , because he is ARJUN   

my advise for a girl like ammu is . please run , run as fast as you can , from this man .

[Anum sheikh]

when you ask for explanation , and he try to hide behind his anger , he is not the right man . 

if you don't find the man standing beside you , when you need him , that's not the right man for you. 

if the man is not honest with you , and he is a coward. then hi is not the right man . 

if he don't share his secret and future plan with you,  he think you are just a girl and should not get involved this kind of manly matter  , and think he is doing these for your good future , (actually he is doing these for his ego). he is not the right man . 

if you cant reach him , when you need to talk to him. he is so busy with his work cant even make some room .  then he is not the right man . 

these are the some  red flags a girl should look  for , when she choose her partner. and our hero got all of them. 

firstly,  when ammu asked about nikkhats rumor, arjun got angry , and left without any explanation. 

then , when ammu was going through marriage pressure , and her father was ill , she need his support for taking decision, she try to reach him , he was not there , but next day he was trying hard for ruined her marriage shamelessly,  without even asking her. 

then he asked for forgiveness , without reveling his true sin. a coward of a hero . I know that the word coward going to raise some eye brow. but this is true . 

then all of a sudden he got busy, and when ammu asked him , he said I am doing this for us . that was not true , you don't need to become college president for a girl who love you so much. arjun doing this for his ego. then all of a sudden ammu come to know that her lover want to join politics.  some may find this very normal , we see this kind of things very often in film.  especially in south film . but its very important to discus with your partner before taking big step like this . no arjun not gonna do that , hi think he is a hero , and everything he is doing going to come out not just fine but with excellent result . and ammu should respect his decision without any question. or if she raise some question , I will kiss her and she gonna melt in my arm. I will suffocate her question with my love.  how romantic!!!!  

and last but not least , no matter how much you get involve in election , you can take a phone call . even person running for  prime minister  can find out five minute , for a phone call . but our arjun cant , because he is ARJUN   

my advise for a girl like ammu is . please run , run as fast as you can , from this man .

You’re absolutely right ✨ — your points cannot be ignored
- I completely agree with your perspective.
- Your argument is compelling and well-articulated.
- You've made a crucial point that deserves consideration.

[Greenwood]

Update 92




College – Aakhri din ka subah
Campus ki hawa aaj alag si thi. Election ke nomination ka aakhri din tha, lekin ab tak kisi bhi opposition ne form submit nahi kiya tha. Corridors me chhote-chhote groups baatein kar rahe the, lekin Arjun Singh ke supporters ke chehre par ek alag hi glow tha—jaise jeet ab pakki ho.
Camera Arjun ko peeche se follow karta hai. Dheere, confident kadam. Har step me ek charm, ek rhythm. Usne cream Nehru jacket pehni thi jo uske broad shoulders par khub jach rahi thi, neeche plain white shirt aur dark jeans. Uska casual yet powerful look usse aur alag banata tha.
Background me ek soft instrumental score bajta hai—jo uske khud ke belief aur ego ko highlight karta hai.
Arjun ke lips par ek halki si smile hai. Uske chehre par wo hi arrogance jhalak raha tha, jo uske khud ke world view se born hua tha—ek belief ki wohi is college ka asli leader hai.
Door ke side ek supporter ne use dekha aur turant khada ho gaya.
Supporter (enthusiastic tone me)
Bhaiya… ab to lagta hai jeet pakki hai.
Arjun ne sirf halki si muskaan ke saath sir hila diya, jaise kehta ho—yeh to hona hi tha.
Camera uske kadmon ke saath-saath aage badhta hai. Narrow corridor ke end me ek bada sa wooden door hai—Party Managing Room ka. Walls par posters lage hain, party ke slogans likhe hain, aur Arjun ke photos campus ke students ke posters ke saath chamak rahe hain.
Arjun ek second ke liye rukta hai, apne collar ko adjust karta hai, jacket ke buttons ko halkasa set karta hai, aur phir ek confident smile ke saath handle ko push karta hai.
Room ke andar ek organised chaos tha—tables par forms, files, campaign charts, supporters ki awaazein. Lekin jaise hi Arjun andar aata hai, sab ki nazar uspar padti hai aur awaaz ek pal ke liye tham jaati hai.
Arjun dheere se andar chalta hai, ek hand gesture karta hai jisse sab log relax ho jaate hain. Uski aankhon me ek hi baat likhi thi—Game khatam. Jeet meri.

College – Party Managing Room, Afternoon
Arjun apne supporters aur karyakartaon ke beech khada tha. Room me energy bharpoor thi, har jagah posters aur slogans ke sheets bikhre hue the. Ek ladka, jo puri campaign me uske saath shadow ki tarah tha, file lekar uske paas aaya.
Supporter (khushi se)
Bhaiya, abhi tak kisi ka bhi nomination file nahi hua. Lagta hai is election me sirf aapka hi naam chalega.
Room me sabhi supporters ki cheekh-pukar gungunahat me badal gayi—Arjun Singh Zindabad! Arjun Singh Jeetega!
Arjun ek confident smile ke saath us supporter ke kandhe par haath rakhta hai. Uska touch ek assurance tha, jaise keh raha ho—tum sabne mujhe sahi pehchana. Yeh college ab mera hai.
Arjun
Bas… ab sirf formalities bachi hain. Jeet to humne pehle hi jeet li thi.
Lekin jaise hi Arjun ki awaaz dheere hoti hai, door ke bahar se ek alag hi hungama shuru ho jaata hai.
Pehle ek faint si hooting ki awaaz sunayi deti hai. Phir dhol ki thap… ekdum tez aur behtareen rhythm me.
Dhak… dhak… dhadak!
Room ke andar ke sabhi supporters pehle confuse ho jaate hain. Kuch log ek dusre ki taraf dekhte hain. Ek ladka khidki ki taraf daudta hai aur parda kholta hai.
Hawa ke saath awaaz aur tez ho jaati hai—jaise koi bara procession building ki taraf aa raha ho.
Camera Arjun ke chehre par zoom karta hai. Uski smile dheere-dheere phiki pad jaati hai. Uske lips ek tight line me band ho jaate hain. Eyebrows dheere se narrow hote hain, aankhen squint hoti hain—confusion aur irritation dono ek saath.
Arjun halki si der ke liye static khada rahta hai, jise dekhar lagta hai jaise wo apne ears se confirm kar raha ho ki jo sun raha hai, wo sach hai.
Supporter (ghabrahat ke saath)
Bhaiya… yeh… yeh to koi aur rally lag rahi hai…
Arjun ne apna haath dheere se neeche kiya, kandhe se hata kar. Uska poora expression badal gaya tha—ab wo relaxed leader nahi balki ek alert soldier lag raha tha,
Background me awaaz aur bhi tez ho jaati hai. Hooting… slogans… aur dhol ki dhamak.
Arjun ki aankhen khidki ki taraf ghurti hain, aur camera dheere se uske face par zoom karta hai—jahaan ab ek sawal likha tha: Yeh kaun aa gaya?
College Campus – Outside Party Managing Room

Dhol ki thap aur slogans ab itne tez ho gaye the ki pura campus hilta hua lag raha tha. Arjun ke supporters khidki ki taraf bhaag kar dekhte hain, aur sab ek saath shock me aawaaz nikalte hain.

Supporter

Yeh… yeh to Zaheer Qureshi hai!

Camera cut hota hai. Gate ke bahar ek bara procession enter karta hai—hundreds of students, haath me placards, posters aur saffed-green rang ke banners. Beech me ek khule jeep par khada Zaheer Qureshi tha. Uski aankhen fierce, uska stance shaandar aur confident.

Uske aas paas ke students Zaheer Qureshi Zindabad! aur Nasha Mukt Campus – Zaheer Zindabad! ke slogans chillate hue campus me enter hote hain.

Arjun apni jagah se harta nahi, lekin uske chehre ka rang badal gaya tha. Confusion aur gussa dono saaf dikh rahe the. Uske haath apne aap tight ho kar fists ban jaate hain.

Camera zoom karta hai Zaheer par—wo jeep ke edge par khada hai, dono haath hawa me uthakar students ko energize kar raha hai. Uski awaaz mic se campus me goonjti hai.

Zaheer Qureshi (tez awaaz me)

Is campus ko barbaadi ki raah par le jaane wale soch rahe the ki unka raaj hamesha chalega. Lekin yeh naya daur hai! Yeh nayi soch hai! Aur Pink City College ko koi nasha, koi bhrashtachar, koi kursi ke peeche chhupa ganda khel barbaad nahi kar payega… jab tak hum jaise jawaan khade hain!

Crowd ek jhattke se cheer karta hai, slogans aur tez ho jaate hain.

Zaheer apni ungli hawa me point karta hai—seedha party room ki building ki taraf, jaha khidki se Arjun usse dekh raha tha.

Zaheer

Aur ek baat yaad rakhna… ab yeh election ek taraf ki jeet nahi… yeh jang hogi sheher ke mustaqbil ki. Aur main… Zaheer Qureshi… tum sabka candidate hoon!

Slogans ke beech jeep aage barhta hai. Procession dhool, awaaz aur energy ke tufan ki tarah Static Department ki taraf badhta hai—wahaan jaa kar nomination file karne ke liye.

Room ke andar, Arjun apne supporters ke beech khada tha, lekin uski saanson ka rhythm tez ho gaya tha. Uski aankhen narrow, jaw clench hua hua. Ekdum soldier jaisa face—blood boiling with rage.

Arjun dheere se apne andar hi growl karta hai—

Arjun

Zaheer Qureshi…
Camera uske chehre par rukta hai, background me slogans ki awaaz gungunati hai, aur uske clenched fists par zoom karte hi scene fade out ho jaata hai.
Static Department – Afternoon

Sunlight tez chamak rahi thi. Static Department ke bahar abhi bhi studenton ka rush tha. Zaheer ne abhi-abhi andar jaa kar apna nomination form fill kiya tha. Uske saath khade supporters slogans chilla rahe the—Zaheer Zindabad! Nasha Mukt Pink City!

Zaheer bahar aata hai. Uske chehre par ek confident smile hai, jaise ek nayi jang ka shankhnaad ho chuka ho.

Jab wo seedhiyon se neeche utarta hai, tabhi uski nazar thodi door khade ek shakhs par tik jaati hai—Arjun Singh. Cream Nehru jacket me khada, haath apne pocket me, lekin aankhen teekhi aur bhari hui gusse se.

Camera slow motion me dono ki aankhen ek doosre se takraati hain. Beech me bheed hai, slogans hai, shor hai—lekin in dono ke liye sab kuch ekdum silent ho jaata hai. Sirf aankhon ka war.

Arjun ek kadam aage badhta hai. Uska expression smile aur anger ka mix tha.

Arjun

Toh yeh hai tera khel, Zaheer Qureshi… bina bataye, seedha samne aakar talwar khol di?

Zaheer seedha uske paas aata hai, dono ab sirf kuch hi kadam door khade hain.

Zaheer

Talwar main nahi khola, Arjun Singh. Talwar to tumhare khud ke iraade ne khola tha. Maine sirf us dhund ko saaf kar diya hai jisme yeh college ko dooba hua tha.

Arjun thoda sarcasm ke saath smile karta hai, lekin aankhen ab bhi teekhi.

Arjun

Jahan main khada hoon, wahan dhund apne aap hatt jaati hai. Tumhari awaazon ka josh dekh liya… lekin asli khel to ab shuru hoga.

Zaheer uske bilkul paas aakar thandi lekin darr paida karne wali awaaz me bolta hai.

Zaheer

Aur asli khel mein… na tumhari chamak kaam aayegi, na tumhara naam. Sirf sach ka bojh kaam aayega. Aur us bojh ke neeche tumhari kursi zaroor tootegi.

Supporters ke slogans aur tez ho jaate hain. Dono ab bhi ek dusre ko ghur rahe hote hain—na koi peeche hatega, na koi muskaan todta hai. Rivalry ka vibe itna intense tha jaise bas ek spark chahiye aur pura campus aag me jal uthhe.

Camera dono ke teekhe faces par cut hota hai—ek taraf Arjun Singh ka boiling anger, dusri taraf Zaheer Qureshi ka fierce determination. Background me awaaz goonjti hai—Election 2025… Pink City ki asli jang.



Scene – College Campus, Central Lawn

Campus me chahal-pahal thi, election ka mahaul aur tez ho gaya tha. Har taraf posters, slogans aur dhol nagade ki awaaz ghoom rahi thi. Students groups me khade gossip kar rahe the.

Ammu apne notes clutch karke canteen ke taraf ja rahi thi jab usne kuch students ko ek hi taraf bhaagte hue dekha.

Ek student bol utha

Arre chal chal, Zaheer Qureshi ne form daala hai!

Ammu ke kadam wahin thir gaye. Uska dil ekdam se dhadakne laga. Usne turant mudkar dekha—campus ke main lawn ke taraf ek bara juloos aata hua tha. Dhol baj rahe the, ladke-ladkiyaan slogans laga rahe the. Beech me Zaheer tha—white kurta, rolled-up sleeves, confident steps aur uske chehre par wo intense leader jaisa glow.

Ammu ki aankhen phat gayi. Uska haath uske dupatte ko aur kasne laga.

Ammu (andar hi andar)

Zaheer… tumne yeh kadam kyun uthaya?

Uske saamne Arjun ke supporters bhi khade ho gaye the, shock aur gusse me. Kuch log to turant nara-baazi shuru kar dete hain.

Arjun supporters

Humara neta ek hai! Arjun Singh zindabad!

Aur saamne se Zaheer ke supporters cheekh rahe the.

Zaheer supporters

Zaheer Qureshi! Inquilab!

Dono taraf se slogans takra rahe the jaise jang ka shankhnaad ho.

Ammu beech me khadi thi, uske kaan goonj rahe the. Usne apni aankhen bandh karli, andar ek ajeeb si ghabrahat.

Uske chehre par aansu ki boond aa gayi, lekin usne jaldi se palak jhuka li.

Ammu (khud se dheere se)

Yeh dono… ek doosre ke khilaaf. Kya mujhe apne bhai aur… Arjun ke beech khadi hona padega?
Camera uske bechain chehre par zoom karta hai, background me slogans aur dhol ki awaaz aur tez hoti jaati hai.
Scene – College Girls Common Room

Shaam ke kareeb tha, lekin campus abhi bhi slogans aur posters se goonj raha tha. Ammu tez kadmo se Shanu ke paas pahunchi jo common room ke ek kone me baithkar apna bag band kar rahi thi.

Ammu ka chehra safed tha, aankhon me darr aur bechaini.

Ammu

Shanu… tumhe pata hai? Zaheer bhi election me khada ho gaya hai. Main campus me khud dekhi uska juloos… Arjun ke khilaaf.

Shanu ne uski taraf dekha, thoda sa palak jhuki aur usne gahri saans li jaise wo pehle se sab jaanti ho.

Shanu

Haan Ammu… mujhe pata tha.

Ammu hairan reh gayi.

Ammu

Tumhe pata tha? Tumne mujhe bataya kyun nahi?

Shanu ne uska haath pakda aur dheere se bola.

Shanu

Kyuki main chahti thi ke tum thodi der aur normal rah sako. Lekin ab waqt aa gaya hai tumhe sab jaan’ne ka.

Ammu ki dhadkan tez ho gayi. Usne shabdhi khamoshi me sir hilaya.

Shanu (dheere se)

Wo aadmi… Mushtaq Khan… AND ka officer, Uska kehna hai ki yeh saara election sirf ek mask hai. Jitne wale ko iss sheher ke nasha mafia ke liye puppet bana diya jaayega.

Ammu ki aankhen gol ho gayi, uske hont tharr gaye.

Ammu

Matlab… Arjun aur Zaheer… dono ko pata hai?

Shanu ne uski taraf gehri nazar se dekha, awaaz me bojh tha.

Shanu

Nahi Ammu. Arjun ko is bare me kuch bhi nahi maloom. Par agar Mushtaq Khan ki baat sach nikli… to sirf yeh college nahi… puri Pink City ka ant nishchit hai.

Ammu ka jism ekdum se kaanp gaya. Uske haath se dupatta phisal kar zameen par gir gaya, lekin usne uthaya bhi nahi. Uski aankhon me aansu bhar aaye, usne seedha shanu ki taraf dekha.

Ammu (toot'ti awaaz me)

To main kya karun Shanu…? Ek taraf mera bhai, ek taraf… Arjun. Agar dono is raaste par chale gaye to hum sabka kya hoga?

Camera Ammu ke rooh ko hila dene wale expression par zoom karta hai, peeche se slogans ki goonj ab bhi chal rahi hoti hai—jaise uski bechaini ko aur tez kar rahi ho.



Scene – Zaheer ke ghar, Late Night

Andhera tha, bas ek tube light ki mildi-juldi roshni se aangan chamak raha tha. Azhar drawing room me so chuke the, ghar me ek gheri khamoshi thi. Ammu chori-chupe Zaheer ke kamre tak aayi, uska dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha.

Darr, gussa, aur uljhan—sab kuch ek saath tha uske andar. Usne darwaza kholkar dekha, Zaheer desk par baitha tha, nomination form ki copy aur kuch notes ko ghoor raha tha.

Ammu aage badhi aur thodi tez awaaz me boli.

Ammu

Yeh sab kya hai, Zaheer? Tum election me khade kyun ho gaye ho?

Zaheer ne aankhen uthakar uski taraf dekha. Pehle to thoda chok gaya, phir uski awaaz sakht ho gayi.

Zaheer

Ammu, tumhe yeh sab samajhne ki zaroorat nahi hai. Bas itna samajh lo ki main apne doston, apne college ke liye khada hua hoon.

Ammu ne aankhon me aansu roke, ek kadam aur aage badha.

Ammu ki awaaz ekdum kanp gayi.

Ammu

Lekin yeh ladaai tumhari nahi hai Zaheer. Yeh tumhe aur Arjun dono ko ek aise dal-dal me kheench degi jaha se koi nahi nikal payega. Tum samajh kyu nahi rahe ho?

Zaheer khamosh ho gaya, uski aankhon me bhi thoda sa darr tha, par usne apni wajah chhupate huye bas itna kaha.

Zaheer

Main peeche nahi hatunga, Ammu. Chahe Arjun ho ya koi aur… main yeh chunav jeetunga. Aur is sheher ko badal dunga.

Ammu ki aankhon se aansu gir pade. Usne seedha Zaheer ki taraf dekha, awaaz toot kar nikli.

Ammu

Sheher badalne ke sapne dekh rahe ho, lekin tumhe dikhai nahi de raha… ke tumhara apna ghar hi toot jayega.
Dono ke beech ek bhari khamoshi chha gayi. Peeche se raat ke insects ki awaaz aur door se koi kutte ke bhonkne ki goonj aa rahi thi. Camera Ammu ke aansuon aur Zaheer ke sakht chehre par cut hota hai—dono apne apne sach me qaid.

[Greenwood]

when you ask for explanation , and he try to hide behind his anger , he is not the right man . 

if you don't find the man standing beside you , when you need him , that's not the right man for you. 

if the man is not honest with you , and he is a coward. then hi is not the right man . 

if he don't share his secret and future plan with you,  he think you are just a girl and should not get involved this kind of manly matter  , and think he is doing these for your good future , (actually he is doing these for his ego). he is not the right man . 

if you cant reach him , when you need to talk to him. he is so busy with his work cant even make some room .  then he is not the right man . 

these are the some  red flags a girl should look  for , when she choose her partner. and our hero got all of them. 

firstly,  when ammu asked about nikkhats rumor, arjun got angry , and left without any explanation. 

then , when ammu was going through marriage pressure , and her father was ill , she need his support for taking decision, she try to reach him , he was not there , but next day he was trying hard for ruined her marriage shamelessly,  without even asking her. 

then he asked for forgiveness , without reveling his true sin. a coward of a hero . I know that the word coward going to raise some eye brow. but this is true . 

then all of a sudden he got busy, and when ammu asked him , he said I am doing this for us . that was not true , you don't need to become college president for a girl who love you so much. arjun doing this for his ego. then all of a sudden ammu come to know that her lover want to join politics.  some may find this very normal , we see this kind of things very often in film.  especially in south film . but its very important to discus with your partner before taking big step like this . no arjun not gonna do that , hi think he is a hero , and everything he is doing going to come out not just fine but with excellent result . and ammu should respect his decision without any question. or if she raise some question , I will kiss her and she gonna melt in my arm. I will suffocate her question with my love.  how romantic!!!!  

and last but not least , no matter how much you get involve in election , you can take a phone call . even person running for  prime minister  can find out five minute , for a phone call . but our arjun cant , because he is ARJUN   

my advise for a girl like ammu is . please run , run as fast as you can , from this man .

I don't know how are you taking this story
But I want to clarify that I added disclaimer in the very beginning of the stroy
This is a fictional world where you get every type of story and you are get every type of character, in my POV arjun is some kind of a character like a ruthless rough and dominant, and i one more thing I have to clarify that this is story section and we author couldn't describe every details that readers notice... 
Our work and our will is entertain all of you... 
We trying our very best to bring good stuff infront of you...
Even after this if we hurt or portray something wrong or negative kindly forgive me 

Your loving writer
Greenwood 

[KK001]

you don't have to ask for forgiveness bro . you did nothing  wrong . 

I am just pointing out that , a man like  arjun don't deserve a girl like ammu. this story portrayed ammu almost like an angel , though she has some negative vibes like,  lack of self respect , lack of guts , and having sex in her father house when her father sleeping  is also a disrespectful things for me.  

and arjun is like kabir shing and animals ranbir kapoor ( I don't know the character name). full of ego and self absorbed mentality, he love ammu. but in my opinion love is not enough , there must be others things too. 

the reason for writing that long comment was to give hints . a writer may not able to keep every single point in his/her mind when write. so as reader , I feel obliged to give hints , so if writer want he / she can take some nots form my hints. (I repeat , if writer want). that's how i work as a auxiliary force with writer if i like them. if i hart you , then I am sorry .  

In my opinion , arjun must go through hell , so he cam become a man ammu deserve.  like gold have to be melted so it can become pure. 

jaheer must be more sensible to his sister , let her understand why he doing this . and ammu have to grow some guts so she can , face arjun . 

let zaheer , shanu and ammu help arjun to be a normal person again . not a champion not a hero , a human who love his loved ones. 

and in my opinion , ammu, zaheer and shanu , these are the people know arjun best , and still love him . so they have to work together and bring arjun back . even they have to be harsh to arjun . let him know what he is loosing for his ego. let these three work against arjun in election.

break him , mold him , then let him born again as a sensible human

[KK001]

You’re absolutely right ✨ — your points cannot be ignored
- I completely agree with your perspective.
- Your argument is compelling and well-articulated.
- You've made a crucial point that deserves consideration.

thanks a lot mam  :)

[Anum sheikh]

Sheher badalne ke sapne dekh rahe ho, lekin tumhe dikhai nahi de raha… ke tumhara apna ghar hi toot jayega.
Zaheer Kay jeetnay se Ghar q totay ga. Ammu Kai bar fazool logic de deti

[Anum sheikh]

Election Kay pechay Jo drugs ka khail chal rha is sb se shanu Arjun ko agha Bhi to kr skti ya fir Arjun sb janty hovy Bhi un logo ki spot le rha.

[KK001]

he is living in his dream world . not listing to anyone . even shanu want to talk he will reacted badly. 

what he need is some Jhatkas , that will wake him up from his dream. and that jhatka will be his friends and family going against him . if some akkal left in him he will understand what he loosing. maybe he will be angry at first .

[KK001]

Sheher badalne ke sapne dekh rahe ho, lekin tumhe dikhai nahi de raha… ke tumhara apna ghar hi toot jayega.
Zaheer Kay jeetnay se Ghar q totay ga. Ammu Kai bar fazool logic de deti

very well said

[KK001]

waiting for update bro

[Ayush01111]

Bhai agar zaheer or shanu galat hue to

[KK001]

Even if the security officer are lying, what arjun  doing to Amreen and to his own people will not be justified . This is not just an election, it is a matter of perspective. his ego must be bring down to earth . 

[KK001]

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Ammu ki aankhon se aansu gir pade. Usne seedha Zaheer ki taraf dekha, awaaz toot kar nikli.

Ammu

Sheher badalne ke sapne dekh rahe ho, lekin tumhe dikhai nahi de raha… ke tumhara apna ghar hi toot jayega.
Dono ke beech ek bhari khamoshi chha gayi. Peeche se raat ke insects ki awaaz aur door se koi kutte ke bhonkne ki goonj aa rahi thi. Camera Ammu ke aansuon aur Zaheer ke sakht chehre par cut hota hai—dono apne apne sach me qaid.

after giving some thought , I came to a conclusion , tell me if I am wrong. By saying "ghar hi toot jayega"  ammu wants to clear that she will be with arjun no matter what. That's how there will be distance between ammu and zaheer. If zaheer stand against arjun. 

zaheer maust be more sensible with his sister , after ammu crying , before saying this ghar line . and few days back , when ammu zaheer and shanu was sitting in cateen , and when arjun came to canteen , only ammu was trying to go to arjun . this things must ring some bell in zaheers mind , that there is something going on between ammu and arjun . 

he must talk to her . find out what is going on with her life . this man zaheer want to change the city , he think about the city so much . but dont even know what is going on in his home. what his loved one going through.  i just can say one line for zaheer " tere se na hO payega beta"