Episode 1 “Shahi Paneer & Classified Files”
INT. KITCHEN – MORNING (DIWALI DAY)
Slow motion visuals.
Cooker se siti bajti hai…
Nal se paani ke boond tapak rahe hain…
Background me halki se azaan aur patakhon ki door ki awaaz.
Achanak — ek mobile phone vibrate karta hai kitchen slab par.
Ek aurat ka haath (Arti) frame me aata hai, phone uthati hai —
Lekin chehra reveal nahi hota.
ARTI (hustle tone me):
Lekin yaar aaj to Diwali hai… kitna kaam baaki hai!
Yeh Diwali wale din bhi kameeno ko chain nahi hai...
(Phone cut karti hai, jaldi se nal band karti hai, gas off karti hai.)
Camera her back par focus karta hai.
Wo ek scooty ki chaabi uthati hai, ek helmet ka hook lagati hai —
close-up shot: metallic click sound.
CUT TO – STREET SHOT
Scooty tez raftaar me nikalti hai.
Camera piche se follow karta hai, hawa me Arti ke dupatte ki halki udaan.
Ab camera Arti ke face par zoom karta hai —
30 saal ki, calm but sharp eyes, expression me ek focus.
(Voiceover – Arti’s Monologue)
Yeh main hu... Arti.
30 saal.
Ek housewife... lekin part-time me library bhi chalati hu.
Ghar me jyada log nahi — ek husband, ek saas... aur ek devar.
Yu to sab bahut pyaar karte hain… lekin meri saas… (chhoti si sarcastic hansi)
Achanak phone ring karta hai.
Scooty skid hoti hai, wo tez brake lagati hai.
Ek deep saans.
Screen pe call ID: Mummy Ji.
Arti ka muh ban jaata hai.
Wo phone uthati hai —
ARTI (thoda fake sweetness me):
Haan mummy ji... bas aa rahi hu.
Kya main kahan gayi hu?
Are jaungi kaha, apke bete ki jo farmaish hai raat ko — “Shahi Paneer” —
Bas wahi lene gayi thi... bas aa rahi hu.
(Phone cut karti hai. Ek deep breath leti hai, aankhon me irritation aur secret confidence dono.)
Arti scooty start karti hai, mirror me apna chehra dekhti hai —
“Ready.”
CUT TO – EXT. MARKET ROAD – DAY
Arti bheed me scooty chala rahi hai, camera zoom karta hai ek chhoti si chit par jisme likha hai:
“Location: Sector 11 Café – 12:15 PM. Target confirmed.”
Music build-up hota hai…
Camera ek crowded Mumbai market dikhata hai —
Patakhe, mithai ke thele, logon ki bheed, auto ke horns, aur hawkers ke awaz.
Diwali ke din ki light chaos sab jagah hai.
Is bheed ke beech se ek scooty rukti hai — Arti.
Wo helmet utarti hai, dupatta sambhalti hai, aur apna phone check karti hai.
Screen pe message flash hota hai:
“Table 4 – Red Top Girl. Keep eyes open.”
Arti ek chhoti si smile karti hai — casual, lekin aankhon me alertness.
Wo scooty lock karti hai, ek thaila utha kar market me ghus jaati hai jaise grocery shopping karne aayi ho.
Camera uske step follow karta hai —
Kabhi mithai wale ke pass rukti hai, kabhi diya dekhti hai, lekin har second uski aankhein kuch dhund rahi hoti hain.
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INT. “CAFÉ MONA LISA” – CONTINUOUS
Ek stylish café, bahar fairy lights aur loud music.
Andar ek college ladka (RAHUL) — attitude se bhara, apni table pe kuch dost ke saath.
Unke samne ek nervous si ladki, red top me, bag tightly pakde hue baithi hai.
RAHUL (mocking tone):
Kya hua, college me bahut bold ban rahi thi na?
Ab bol, yahan to koi teacher nahi hai…
Ladki aankhon me aansu lekar kuch kehne hi wali hoti hai — tabhi door se café ka bell bajta hai.
Arti andar aati hai.
Ek normal customer jaisi — dupatta, simple kurti, ek shopping bag haath me.
Wo seedha counter par jaakar softly bolti hai —
ARTI:
Ek cold coffee dena, aur please zyada ice mat daalna.
(then glances around casually)
Uski nazar Table 4 par padti hai.
Ek second ke liye aankhon ka contact hota hai — Red Top wali ladki aur Arti ke beech.
Ladki ke chehre pe halki si relief ki jhalak.
CUT TO – TABLE 4
RAHUL (laughing):
Dekho bhai, yeh ladki to humse zyada daring nikli. Café me aake bhi tremble kar rahi hai.
Ek dost bolta hai —
“Bhai, ek selfie lete hain iske saath… yaad rahegi aaj ki Diwali!”
Rahul (hass kar):
“Arre selfie le lo... kal se tum famous ho jaogi college me.”
Ladki dar ke peeche hat jaati hai. Uske aankhon me helplessness.
Tabhi café ke dusre corner me ek ladki — simple kurti me — quietly observe kar rahi hai.
Camera uske back se follow karta hai, face abhi bhi reveal nahi hua. Wo ek tray table par rakhti hai aur dheere se kehti hai —
Arti (calm tone):
“Band karo.”
Rahul hasti hai, ek kadam aage badhta hai.
Rahul:
“Kya? Tumhara kaam kya hai yahan? Waitress ho kya?”
Arti uske aankhon me aankhein daal ke kehti hai —
Arti:
“Bas utna hi kaam jitna tere jaise logon ko aukat dikhana.”
Rahul gussa ho kar ladki ka haath pakadne jaata hai —
Sudden — ek sharp “beep” café me goonjta hai.
Sab log confuse.
Camera zoom — counter ke paas baithi ek aur ladki (Rahat) apne phone me kuch tap karti hai.
Café ke TV screen par ek flash blink karta hai:
? LIVE STREAM – #BehenCode
“Mission_02 Recording Started”
Rahul ke har word, har move — screen pe live aa raha hai.
Viewers count badhta ja raha hai — 2.3K → 5.1K
Rahul (ghabra kar):
“Yeh kya bakwaas hai?”
Arti ek kadam aage badhti hai, calm tone me —
Arti:
“Public dekh rahi hai, Rahul. Ab bol... hero banna hai ya apology deni hai?”
Rahul uska phone cheenne ki koshish karta hai, lekin Arti ek smooth move me uska haath twist karti hai — halki si “thak” ki sound ke sath wo peeche girta hai.
Café ke log claps karte hain. Koi video bana raha hai. Rahul embarrassment me bhaagta hai.
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EXT. MARKET ROAD – CONTINUOUS
Rahul apni bike start karta hai aur bheed me ghus jaata hai.
Arti apni scooty start karti hai, helmet pehenti hai — camera zoom on her eyes — determined look.
Background me Diwali lights, logon ki bheed, aur ek high beat background score.
Scooty aur bike ke beech chase sequence —
Auto se bachkar, ek sharp turn, ek phoolon ki dukaan almost gir jaati hai — sab slow motion me.
Tabhi ek traffic light camera blink karta hai. Screen pe overlay hota hai —
“Plate traced. Vehicle ping sent.”
Rahat ka system kaam kar raha hai.
Rahul signal pe rukta hai — crowd use pehchaan jaata hai (live stream ki wajah se).
Log usse rok lete hain. security officer approach karte hain.
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CUT BACK TO – CAFE MONA LISA
Arti wapas café me aati hai, uska saans heavy hai lekin face calm.
Wo us ladki ke paas jaakar kehti hai —
Arti:
“Ab ghar jao... aur kabhi apna self-respect kisi ke samne compromise mat karna.”
Ladki sir hilati hai, aankhon me gratitude.
Rahat apna phone band karti hai, aur softly bolti hai —
Rahat:
“Network ne kaam kar diya. Ek aur Behen safe.”
Arti muskurati hai.
Voiceover me Rahat ki awaaz:
Rahat (V.O.):
“Log samajhte hain internet sirf memes aur likes ke liye hai... par kabhi kabhi, wahi internet kuch behno ko bachata bhi hai.”
Camera zoom-out — Diwali ke lights, market crowd, Arti ki scooty bheed me ghul jaati hai.
EXT. CAFE MONA LISA – EVENING LIGHTS
Arti café ke bahar khadi hai.
Woh us ladki ke sir par haath rakhti hai —
“Ab ghar ja... sab theek hai.”
Ladki halka sa smile kar ke nikal jaati hai bheed me.
Arti apni dupatta set karti hai aur Rahat ki taraf dekhti hai.
Rahat scooty ke paas khadi hai, phone apne bag me daalti hai.
Arti (soft tone):
“Tu nikal... der ho jaayegi. Main ghar sambhal lungi.”
Rahat (muskurate hue):
“Tu sambhal hi leti hai sab. Mummy ji bhi aur duniya bhi.”
Dono ek chhoti si smile share karti hain.
Ek subtle handshake — jaise koi silent promise ho beech me.
Arti:
“Next ping tak…”
Rahat:
“Next ping tak.”
Rahat apni black scooty start karti hai, helmet pehenti hai.
Camera uske reflection me Diwali lights dikhata hai.
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EXT. CITY STREETS – NIGHT DRIVE SEQUENCE
Music soft aur thoda soulful.
Mumbai ki raat — traffic, horn, light poles, billboards.
Rahat ride kar rahi hai — ek calm confidence ke sath.
Background me uski voice-over chalti hai —
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Rahat (V.O.)
“Naam hai Rahat... 27 saal. Radio me kaam karti hu. Log kehte hain meri awaaz me sukoon hai,
lekin dil ke andar kabhi kabhi toofan bhi chhup jaate hain.”
Camera uske helmet ke glass me city lights ke reflections capture karta hai.
Rahat (V.O.)
“Mere abbu, Imdad... unhe lagta hai duniya ab bhi unke hisaab se chalti hai.
Ammi, Rukhsana... silai se ghar chalati hain,
aur main… mic se.”
Scooty ek red signal pe rukti hai.
Ek chhoti si '. family crossing karti hai road — chhoti ladki Eid dress me.
Rahat unhe dekhti hai, halki si muskurahat.
Rahat (V.O.)
“Main modern hu... lekin apne roots nahi bhooli.
Jeans aur kurta me azaadi mehsoos karti hu,
lekin veil me bhi apna asmaan dikh jaata hai.”
Signal green hota hai — scooty fir se nikal padti hai.
Cutaway shots —
Radio ke posters road ke side pe
Ek rickshaw se bachkar ek sharp turn
Breeze me uska dupatta udta hua
Rahat (V.O.)
“Bachpan se sapna tha — ek din apni awaaz se logo ke dil tak jaungi.
Ab ja rahi hu... par thoda alag tareeke se.”
Camera uske haath par zoom karta hai — bracelet me likha hai “BC”.
(Ye group ka hidden sign hai — Behen_Code)
Rahat (V.O.)
“Behen_Code... naam ajeeb hai na?
Lekin jab duniya tumhe kamzor samjhe,
to thoda ajeeb hi banna padta hai strong rehne ke liye.”
Music thoda high hota hai,
Rahat ek flyover cross karti hai, hawa me lights aur traffic ki reflection.
Rahat (V.O.)
“Main koi hero nahi...
Bas un ladkiyo me se hu,
jo chup nahi baithti jab galat dekhti hai.”
Camera uske radio station ke board par zoom karta hai:
“FM VIBES 101.4 — Dil Se Dil Tak”
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INT. RADIO STATION – NIGHT
Rahat reception se guzarti hai, staff ke log “Hi Rahat!” kehte hain.
Wo muskurati hai, apni desk tak jaakar mic ke samne baithti hai.
Studio lights dim hoti hain.
Rahat (smiling, on-air tone):
“Good evening, Mumbai!
Main hu aapki Rahat... aur aaj hum baat karenge un logon ki,
jo andhere me bhi kisi ke liye roshni ban jaate hain.”
Uska camera angle — zoom on her eyes.
Ek blink — aur screen fade out hoti hai.
FADE OUT.
INT. ARTI KA GHAR – SHAAM – DIWALI KA DIN
Ghar me diye jal rahe hain, mehek rahi hai agarbatti ki khushboo, par hawa me ek tanaav ka asar bhi hai.
Arti haath me thoda samaan liye, dheere se darwaza kholti hai. Jaisi hi wo andar aati hai —
Saas (teekhe tone me):
> “Aapko time ka zara bhi ehsaas hai, Arti? Itni der tak bahar kya kar rahi thi? Ghar koi mela nahi hai jahan se lautne ka mann kare tab aana!”
Arti apne sandals utarti hai, thoda sa muskura ke:
> “Ji maa, thoda rush tha bazaar me… phool aur diye lene me der ho gayi.”
Saas (aawaz aur tez):
> “Rush to sab jagah hota hai! Ghar bhi sambhalne hota hai!
Mera beta kabhi bhi aayega office se, uske liye khana ready nahi hai.
Kam se kam aaj ke din to ache se kaam kar leti, Diwali hai Diwali!”
Arti kuch nahi kehti. Sirf halke se sir jhuka ke haan me haan milati hai.
Uske chehre par ek shaant muskaan hai — jisme na gussa hai, na thakaan. Sirf ek andar ki khushi.
(VO - internal monologue)
> “Aaj Diwali sirf diye jalne ki nahi thi… ek ladki ke dil me umeed ka diya bhi jal gaya tha. Us ladke ke haath se bachakar wo royi nahi, muskuraayi thi. Bas wahi meri Diwali thi.”
Saas ab bhi peeche se bolti ja rahi hai —
> “Aur ye rangoli kisne banayi thi? Kya tumhe lagta hai ye koi tasveer hai? Na safai, na sajawat. Mera beta dekhega to kya sochega?”
Arti thoda sa jhuki, diya ka thaal uthati hai aur seedha kitchen ki taraf chali jaati hai.
Saas (piche se):
> “Haan haan, ab jao kitchen me. Jaise tumhe sab yaad hi hai!”
Arti andar jaate hue halki si muskaan deti hai.
Camera uske chehre par zoom karta hai — uski aankhon me thodi thakaan, par dil me sukoon.
Background me mild instrumental music bajta hai, diya ki lau hilti hai aur scene soft fade hota hai.
Kitchen me bartano ki halki khanak, stove pe chai ka pani ubal raha hai, aur hawa me ghee aur mithai ki khushboo.
Arti apron baandh kar kaam me lagi hai. Uske ek kaan me chhupa hua wireless earbud hai.
Wo quietly sabzi kaat rahi hoti hai jab uske earbud me Rahat ki teasing bhari awaaz gungunati hai —
Rahat (hasi dabate hue):
> “Toh... saasu maa ne phir lecture diya kya? Ya is baar full Diwali special episode tha?”
Arti ek chhoti si smirk ke saath, belan table pe rakhti hai:
> “Episode nahi, serial chal raha tha aaj. Background music missing tha bas.”
Rahat ke us paar se zor ka hansi ka blast:
> “Hahaha! Bechari tu... Diwali sab ke liye khushi laati hai, aur tere liye grilling session.”
Arti gas band karte hue softly bolti hai:
> “Kya karun, meri saasu maa bhi ek personality hai... unke rules apni gravity ke jaise hain — escape impossible.”
Rahat (mazak me):
> “Wah wah! Scientist Arti! Newton bhi ro deta tere samne... matlab ghar ke orbit se nikle bina tu mission complete kar leti hai!”
Arti bhi hansi rok nahi pati, halki si chhupke muskaan uske chehre pe:
> “Bas itna samajh le, humare mission aur khichdi dono ek hi time pe ready ho jaate hain.”
Rahat (laughing):
> “Tu na, ek din apni saasu maa ko bhi Behen_Code ke group me le aana... villain ke role ke liye perfect fit hai!”
Arti ka belan uske haath me hai, wo belan utha ke camera ki taraf dekhti hai jaise Rahat ko warning de rahi ho —
> “Bas! Aisa bola na fir tujhe Diwali ke laddoo nahi milenge.”
Rahat ke us paar se aur tez hansi:
> “Arey nahi nahi! Laddoo se dosti bani rahe. Theek hai, meri hero housewife!”
Arti ek thoda serious par pyara tone me kehti hai:
> “Jab tak hum hain, kisi ladki ki Diwali andheri nahi hogi. Chal, agli call mission report wali hogi. Ab main khichdi sambhalu warna saasu maa ka next episode shuru ho jayega.”
Rahat (teasing):
> “Haan haan, ja meri sanskaari spy! Reporting karna mat bhoolna.”
Arti smile karte hue gas band karti hai, stove ki roshni me uska chehra chamakta hai.
Earbud nikal ke wo quietly thaal me diya rakh deti hai, jaise sab kuch normal ho.
Camera slowly zoom out karta hai —
Kitchen me ghee ki khushboo, background me laughter ki echo, aur Arti ke chehre pe ek confident, peaceful smile.
INT. RADIO STATION – RAAT – DIWALI SPECIAL SHOW
(Lights dim, ek warm orange glow studio me. Rahat apne mic ke saamne baithi hai, saamne Diwali ke diye aur headphones. Background me halka festive jingle baj raha hai.)
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Rahat (on air, smile ke saath):
> “Namaskar doston! Aap sun rahe hain Rahat ke Rang, aur aaj ka episode hai — ‘Umeedon ki Roshni’.
Diwali ke is khubsurat mauke par hum baat karenge un logon ki, jo roshni ke saath thoda sa hausla bhi baant te hain.”
(Background me chhoti si firecracker sound effect aur soft festive instrumental)
Rahat:
> “Toh phone lines open hain… batayiye, aapke liye Diwali ka kya matlab hai?”
(Phone line ring hoti hai — Rahat ek button dabati hai)
Rahat:
> “Hello, Rahat ke Rang me aapka swagat hai! Kaun bol rahe ho?”
Caller (excited tone):
> “Hi Rahat! Main Shreya bol rahi hoon, Monalisa restaurant ke paas se.”
Rahat:
> “Arre Shreya! Wahan to aaj bada crowd tha, Diwali special lights and all. Kya scene tha wahan?”
Shreya (thrilled):
> “Scene to full dramatic tha! Kahi suna hai aapne? Aaj ek ladki ne wahin kisi chhoti student ko bachaya — kuch badmash usko rag karne wale the. Par us ladki ne sabke saamne un logon ka band bajaa diya!”
(Rahat thoda banawati shock dikhate hue mic ke paas lean karti hai)
Rahat (dramatic tone me):
> “Sach me? Wah… aaj ke zamaane me aisi ladkiyan milti kahan hain! Jo dusron ke liye khadi ho jayein, bina dare, bina soch samjhe bas insaniyat ke liye.”
(Cut to parallel scene: Arti apne kitchen me hai, phone counter pe rakha hai, uska FM on hai. Rahat ki awaaz background me chal rahi hai. Arti khana banate hue halki si muskaan deti hai.)
Rahat (on air):
> “Aaj ke is Diwali special show me, main uss unknown hero ladki ke liye ek special gana play karna chahti hoon.
Kyunki wo sirf ek ladki nahi thi — wo roshni thi, jo andhere me kisi aur ke liye jagi.”
(Soft pause… fir Rahat thoda emotional tone me)
Rahat:
> “Aur ye raha ye gana — un sab behno ke naam, jo apne liye nahi, doosron ke liye ladti hain.”
(Background me Bollywood song fade in hota hai —)
? “Patakha Guddi – Highway (AR Rahman)
(Female version)
“Patakha guddi, patakha guddi…
O rangrez mere…”
?
(Song chalta hai, parallel me visual: Arti kitchen me sabzi stir kar rahi hai, aankhon me soft chamak.
Rahat studio me mic se door jhuki hai, ek chhoti si muskaan ke saath — dono ke chehre pe ek silent connection.)
CUT TO:
Arti (apne dil me): “Ye Rahat bhi na… signal de gayi bina kuch kahe.”
Rahat (apne mind me): “Aur humari hero housewife… fir ek mission complete.”
(Camera slow zoom-out karta hai — ek taraf radio studio me Diwali ki light, dusri taraf Arti ke kitchen me diya ka glow. Background me song chal raha hai…)
? “Patakha guddi, patakha guddi… ud jaaye re hawa ke sang…” ?
FADE OUT.
INT. LIVING ROOM – NIGHT
Ghar me pooja ki tayari ho chuki hai. Mandir ke saamne diye jale hue, phoolon ki mala, aur ek chhoti saari me sajhi Arti thaal me diya le kar khadi hai.
Uska pati Abhishek abhi-abhi office se aaya hai — formal shirt me, thoda tired par smile karta hua.
Saas pooja ke samne baithi hai, unke chehre pe khushiyon ke saath thoda “control” wala expression.
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Abhishek (aate hi, halki smile ke saath):
> “Aakhir ghar pahunch gaya! Office me to lag raha tha Diwali nahi, deadline pooja chal rahi hai.”
Arti (soft tone me):
> “Acha hua aap aa gaye, pooja bas shuru hone wali hai.”
Saas (thoda taana bhare pyar se):
> “Haan beta, tumhare bina ghar adhoora lagta hai. Chalo, sab milke Lakshmi ji ka aashirwad lete hain.”
(Sab log mandir ke paas khade ho jaate hain. Arti diya le kar aarti karti hai.
Saas mantra padhti hai, Abhishek haath jodta hai. Camera diya ke flame pe focus karta hai – soft glow, happy expressions.)
Saas (duayein deti hui):
> “Lakshmi maa ghar me barkat banaye rakhein, aur hum sab ek saath khush rahein.”
Arti (muskaan ke saath):
> “Aaj to barkat dikh bhi rahi hai maa ji… dekhiye na, sab ek saath hain.”
(Abhishek uski taraf dekhta hai, halki si aankhon me appreciation. Saas ke chehre pe bhi ek chhoti si muskaan aa jaati hai.)
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CUT TO – DINING TABLE SCENE
(Sab ek saath dining table par baithe hain. Table par puri, paneer, kheer aur laddoo. Background me halki laughter aur crackers ki awaaz.)
Abhishek (plate me kheer daalte hue):
> “Maa, ye kheer to kamaal ki bani hai!”
Saas (garv se):
> “Arti ne banayi hai, maine sirf dekha tha bas.”
Arti (muskurate hue):
> “Dekha to aapne poora management sambhala tha, maa ji.”
Abhishek (teasing tone me):
> “Management ya supervision?”
(Sab hansi me phoot padte hain)
Saas (halki hansi ke saath):
> “Haan haan, tum log hanso… par khana khatam karna bhi tumhare zimmedaari hai!”
Anurag (devar, casual tone me):
> “Bhabhi, seriously batao, aapko Diwali me thakaan nahi hoti? Subah se kaam pe kaam.”
Arti (calm smile ke saath):
> “Thakaan tab hoti hai jab mann na lage.
Aaj to poora din aise laga jaise sab kuch sahi jagah par tha.”
(Arti ke chehre pe ek sukoon bhari muskaan. Abhishek use dekhta hai, samajh jaata hai uske dil me kuch aur bhi satisfaction hai.)
Abhishek (softly, sirf Arti se):
> “Lagta hai meri wife ne kisi aur ka Diwali bhi roshan kar diya hai.”
Arti (halki aankhon me chamak ke saath):
> “Aapko kaise pata?”
Abhishek (muskaan):
> “Tumhari aankhon me likha hai.”
(Dono ek dusre ki taraf dekhte hain. Background me crackers explode karte hain, light fade out hoti hai.)
? Background music: soft instrumental version of “Gallan Goodiyan” type festive tone — laughter, warmth, happiness.
FADE OUT.
Diwali ki raat thi. Poora din ghar mein rounak lagi hui thi. Mehmaan aate-jaate rahe, mithaiyon ki khushboo se ghar mehak raha tha, aur har taraf diye jagmaga rahe the. Arti aur Abhishek din bhar ki bhag-daud aur mehmaan-nawazi ke baad ab jaakar thoda sukoon mehsoos kar rahe the. Raat gehri ho chuki thi aur bahar patakhon ki awaaz ab dheemi pad chuki thi, bas kabhi-kabhi door kahin se koi rocket ki sarrr-sarrr sunai de jaati thi.
Abhishek ne darwaza andar se band kiya aur Arti ki taraf palta. Arti baalon ko kholte hue muskura rahi thi. Usne apni reshami saree utaar di thi aur ab ek halke gulabi rang ke nightgown mein thi, jo uski khubsurti ko aur bhi badha raha tha. Abhishek ne uski aankhon mein dekha, jinmein din bhar ki thakaan ke bawajood bhi ek alag si chamak thi, shayad Diwali ki roshni ya unke pyar ki.
"Thak gayi ho?" Abhishek ne dheere se poochha, uske kareeb aate hue.
Arti ne apna sir uske kandhe par tika diya, "Bahut... par ab sukoon mil raha hai."
Abhishek ne uski kamar mein haath daal kar use apne aur kareeb khinch liya. Unki saansein ek doosre se takrane lagi. Room mein ek halki roshni thi, jo sirf unke bedside lamp se aa rahi thi. Diye ki lau jaisi woh roshni unke chehron par ek garam chamak de rahi thi.
"Tum bhi thak gaye hoge," Arti ne dheere se kaha, uski shirt ki collar ko theek karte hue.
"Haan, par tumhein dekh kar saari thakaan gayab ho gayi," Abhishek ne uske gaalon par haath pherte hue kaha. Uski ungliyan Arti ke narm gaalon par dheere se phisal rahi thi.
Arti sharma gayi, uski palkein jhuk gayin. Abhishek ne uski chin ko upar uthaya aur uski aankhon mein phir se dekha. Unki nazrein mili aur uss pal mein duniya ki saari baatein tham si gayi. Sirf woh do the, unka pyar aur Diwali ki woh jaadui raat.
Abhishek dheere se uske chehre ke aur kareeb aaya aur uske maathe par ek narm kiss kiya. Arti ne apni aankhein band kar li, uss pal ko apni rooh mein utarte hue mehsoos kiya. Phir usne uske gaalon par, uski aankhon par aur ant mein uske narm honthon par kiss kiya. Woh kiss pehle dheemi thi, phir dheere-dheere gehri hoti gayi, jismein din bhar ka intezaar, pyar aur bechaini sab ghul gaye the.
Unke honth ek doosre mein kho gaye. Arti ke haath Abhishek ki peeth par chale gaye, aur usne apni ungliyan uske baalon mein phira di. Abhishek ne use utha liya, aur Arti ne apni taangein uski kamar ke gird lapet li. Abhishek ne use bed par dheere se lita diya. Diye ki roshni mein unke jism ek doosre mein kho gaye, jaise do alag-alag aatmaein ek hi roshni mein mil rahi hon.
Diwali ki woh raat, bas unke pyar ki shuruat thi. Har taraf roshni thi, aur unke andar bhi ek nayi roshni jagmaga rahi thi.
Bedroom ki khamoshi mein, bas unki tez hoti saanson ki aawaaz goonj rahi thi. Diwali ke diye ki roshni ab kamron ki deewaron par naachte hue, unke jismon ki silhouttes bana rahi thi.
Abhishek ne apne honth Arti ke honthon se thoda alag kiye, sirf itna ki woh uski aankhon mein dobara jhaank sake. Uski aankhon mein ab sirf pyar nahi, ek gahra nasha aur bechaini thi. Arti ki aankhein num thi, yeh aansu thakaan ke nahi, uss pal ki shiddat ke the.
"Tum meri ho," Abhishek ne dheere se, halki phusphusahat mein kaha, jaise woh ek sachchai bayaan kar raha ho jise sirf wahi do jaante the.
"Humesha," Arti ne jawab diya, uski awaaz bhi kaanpte hue nikli.
Arti ki siskiyan ab aahatein ban chuki thi, jo kamre ki khamoshi ko tod rahi thi. Uski band aankhon mein anokhi chahat aur ek bechain khushi thi. Abhishek ke honth, uski garmi, aur uska ehsaas Arti ko deewangi ki hadd tak le ja chuka tha.
Abhishek ne Arti ke chehre ko apne dono haathon mein liya. Unki aankhein ek baar phir mili. Iss baar unki nazron mein koi baat nahi thi, sirf ek vaada tha—ek doosre mein kho jaane ka, iss pal ko hamesha ke liye apna bana lene ka.
"Tum meri ho, Arti," usne phir se gungunaya, aur yeh sirf shabd nahi the, balki uske dil ki har dhadkan thi.
Arti ne use zor se apni taraf khincha. Usne apne jism ki saari shiddat, saara pyar uske hawale kar diya. Woh Diwali ki raat, unke pyar ki roshni se jagmaga uthi thi. Unke jismon ki garmi, kamre ki hawa mein ghul chuki thi.
Bed ki narm chadar par, unke haath, honth aur jism ek doosre ko tatol rahe the, jaise barson se bichhde hue do premi ab jaakar mile hon. Har pal, har sparsh ek nayi khoj thi, ek naya anubhav. Unki saanson ki raftaar aur unke dilon ki dhadkan ab ek jaisi ho chuki thi, tez aur bechain.
Pura kamra unki chahat ki khushboo se mehak raha tha. Bahar ke diye aur patakhon ki aawaaz ab poori tarah se shaant ho chuki thi. Sirf unka pyar bol raha tha. Woh dono, ek doosre mein poori tarah se kho chuke the.
Camera upper shot leta hai or dekhte hai ki...
Abhishek Dana Dan dhakke Arti ke andar laga Raha tha... Wo dhakke jo Arti or andar tak feel ho rahe they, uski aankho me ab Nasha chadh chuka tha, aisa Nasha jo ab uske jharne par hi sahi hona tha... Abhishek ne kuch or dum lagaya or is baar nishana sidha Arti ke us hisse ko lag gaya ki uski choot kamuk siski ke sath hi behne lagi... uski aahein or madhosh ho chuki thi... Camera fir se upar ka shot leta hai jo zoom out hota hai or Abhishek ke dhakke abhi bhi Arti ke andar khudai kar rahe they or scene dhire dhire fade out hota hai.
Aur is tarah, din bhar ki thakaan aur tyohaar ki rounak ke baad, Arti aur Abhishek ne aakhir mein ek doosre mein sukoon aur pyar paya. Yeh raat hamesha unke liye ek yaadgar Diwali ki raat ban gayi.
Abhishek ne ek haath se Arti ke gulabi nightgown ki patli si dori ko dheere se kandhe se niche sarka diya. Uski nange jism par, roshni ki halki parat padi, jaise koi aasmaani chamak ho. Abhishek ki nazrein uske har curve par thehri, uski saans tham gayi. Uski ungliyan uski collarbone par dheere se phisli, ek bijli ka jhatka dono ko mehsoos hua.
Arti ne aankhein band kar li, uske jism mein ek tez si lehar daud gayi. Usne apne haath uthakar Abhishek ki shirt ke button jaldi-jaldi kholne shuru kar diye, uski ungliyon ki yeh bechain harkat bata rahi thi ki woh kitni jaldi uski garmi ko mehsoos karna chahti thi. Jab shirt khul gayi, toh usne use dhakka dekar hata diya.
Abhishek ke mazboot seene par Arti ne apna chehra tika diya, aur uski khushboo ko apni saanson mein bhar liya—itar, dhuyein aur uske jism ki khaas mardana khushboo ka mel. Usne apne honth uske seene par rakh diye aur ek gehri, narm kiss ki, uske dil ki tez dhadkan ko mehsoos kiya.
Abhishek ka haath Arti ki kamar se hote hue dheere-dheere uski jaangh tak gaya. Usne uske jism ko sahara dete hue, uske nightgown ko upar uthaya. Woh uski skin ko apni ungliyon se tatol raha tha, jaise woh kisi anmol khazane ko khoj raha ho. Unka har sparsh, har chumban, har sargoshi ek nayi kahani keh rahi thi.
Bed ki chaadar par, diye ki narm roshni mein, unke jismon ki garmi aur unka jazbaat ek ho gaye. Diwali ki woh raat sirf tyohaar ki nahi thi, balki unke rishtey ki shiddat ki ek nayi shuruaat thi.
Abhishek ne Arti ke nightgown ko dheere se uske jism se alag kar diya, aur woh dono ab sirf Diwali ki narm roshni mein ek doosre ke saamne the. Unki nazrein ek doosre mein kho gayi thi, jahaan sharam aur jhijhak ki koi jagah nahi thi, bas pyar, chahat aur ek doosre mein kho jaane ki bechaini thi.
Arti ne apna haath Abhishek ke gaalon par rakha, uski ungliyon ne uski halki si dadhi ko mehsoos kiya. Usne Abhishek ko apne aur kareeb khincha, aur ek baar phir unke honth mil gaye. Yeh kiss pehli se bhi zyada gehri, zyada pyaasi aur zyada bechain thi. Unki saansein ab tez ho chuki thi, aur unke dilon ki dhadkan ek hi taal mein baj rahi thi.
Abhishek ne Arti ko bed par dheere se lita diya, uske upar jhukte hue. Uska jism, Arti ke nange jism par halka sa dabav daal raha tha, ek garmi, ek ehsaas jo Arti ko andar tak jhanjhod gaya. Arti ne apni baahein Abhishek ki gardan ke gird lapet li, aur apni ungliyon se uske baalon ko sehlaane lagi.
Abhishek ne apne honth Arti ki gardan par rakh diye, aur dheere-dheere neeche utarte hue uski collarbone, phir uske seene par, aur aakhir mein uski naabhi tak pahunch gaye. Uska har sparsh Arti ke jism mein aag laga raha tha, aur woh har baar ek narm si siski bhar rahi thi.
Arti ne apni aankhein band kar li, uske honthon se dheere-dheere "Abhishek..." ki awaaz nikal rahi thi, jaise woh use pukar rahi ho, ya uske naam ka jaap kar rahi ho. Uske haath Abhishek ki peeth par mazbooti se pakde hue the, uske naakhun uski skin mein halke se gadh rahe the, us pal ki shiddat ko bayaan karte hue.
Room mein ab sirf unke pyar ki khushboo thi, diye ki roshni mein chamakte hue unke jism, aur unki tezi se chalti saansein. Diwali ki woh jaadui raat, unke rishtey ko ek nayi gehrai de rahi thi, jahaan har sparsh ek kahani keh raha tha, aur har pal unhein ek doosre ke aur kareeb la raha tha.
Arti ki siskiyan ab aahatein ban chuki thi, jo kamre ki khamoshi ko tod rahi thi. Uski band aankhon mein anokhi chahat aur ek bechain khushi thi. Abhishek ke honth, uski garmi, aur uska ehsaas Arti ko deewangi ki hadd tak le ja chuka tha.
Abhishek ne Arti ke chehre ko apne dono haathon mein liya. Unki aankhein ek baar phir mili. Iss baar unki nazron mein koi baat nahi thi, sirf ek vaada tha—ek doosre mein kho jaane ka, iss pal ko hamesha ke liye apna bana lene ka.
"Tum meri ho, Arti," usne phir se gungunaya, aur yeh sirf shabd nahi the, balki uske dil ki har dhadkan thi.
Arti ne use zor se apni taraf khincha. Usne apne jism ki saari shiddat, saara pyar uske hawale kar diya. Woh Diwali ki raat, unke pyar ki roshni se jagmaga uthi thi. Unke jismon ki garmi, kamre ki hawa mein ghul chuki thi.
Bed ki narm chadar par, unke haath, honth aur jism ek doosre ko tatol rahe the, jaise barson se bichhde hue do premi ab jaakar mile hon. Har pal, har sparsh ek nayi khoj thi, ek naya anubhav. Unki saanson ki raftaar aur unke dilon ki dhadkan ab ek jaisi ho chuki thi, tez aur bechain.
Pura kamra unki chahat ki khushboo se mehak raha tha. Bahar ke diye aur patakhon ki aawaaz ab poori tarah se shaant ho chuki thi. Sirf unka pyar bol raha tha. Woh dono, ek doosre mein poori tarah se kho chuke the.
Camera upper shot leta hai or dekhte hai ki...
Abhishek Dana Dan dhakke Arti ke andar laga Raha tha... Wo dhakke jo Arti or andar tak feel ho rahe they, uski aankho me ab Nasha chadh chuka tha, aisa Nasha jo ab uske jharne par hi sahi hona tha... Abhishek ne kuch or dum lagaya or is baar nishana sidha Arti ke us hisse ko lag gaya ki uski choot kamuk siski ke sath hi behne lagi... uski aahein or madhosh ho chuki thi... Camera fir se upar ka shot leta hai jo zoom out hota hai or Abhishek ke dhakke abhi bhi Arti ke andar khudai kar rahe they or scene dhire dhire fade out hota hai.
Aur is tarah, din bhar ki thakaan aur tyohaar ki rounak ke baad, Arti aur Abhishek ne aakhir mein ek doosre mein sukoon aur pyar paya. Yeh raat hamesha unke liye ek yaadgar Diwali ki raat ban gayi.
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