Thriller BEHEN_CODE

[Greenwood]

Update 4


Scene – Subah, Location: Anushka ka Bedroom / MFHB Bank

Alarm ki tez beep-beep se subah ka sukoon todta hai.
Camera dhire-dhire bed par focus karta hai — ek side me khuli curtain se morning light aati hai, aur bed par Anushka half-sleeve night shirt aur shorts me bethi hai, aankh me thodi si thakan aur uthne ka josh.

Wo stretch karti hai, ek haath se alarm band karti hai, aur soft smile ke sath bolti hai:

Anushka (soft inner monologue)
“Main Anushka… 27 saal ki, apne sapno aur zindagi ka balance banane wali ek ordinary ladki.
Bank me kaam karti hoon, Money from Heaven Bank me… par mera ambition ordinary nahi.
Mujhe pata hai, main strong hoon… confident hoon… aur kisi bhi challenge ka samna kar sakti hoon.”

Camera ek soft montage shuru karta hai — slow beat music chalti hai.

1. Shower Scene – Water ki light droplets pe focus, Anushka dhire dhire shower me steps le rahi hai.
Anushka (voice over)
“Zindagi me discipline aur dedication ka matlab samajhti hoon… har ek din ek nayi shuruaat hai.”


2. Kapde Change Scene – Camera dhire dhire shot leta hai jab wo casual office wear me change hoti hai — shirt aur formal trousers.
Anushka (voice over)
“Main ek independent ladki hoon… kisi ka sahara nahi, bas apne iraade aur mehnat pe bharosa karti hoon.
Par mere liye family ka pyar bhi sabse important hai… maa ke liye main hamesha strong rahungi.”


3. Breakfast / Quick Look in Mirror – Ek chhota cup chai, phone check karte hue.
Anushka (voice over)
“Past mistakes ne mujhe sikhaaya hai… kabhi bhi kisi pe pura bharosa mat karo… par apne sapno aur principles me kabhi compromise mat karo.”



Camera dhire dhire track karta hai jab Anushka bag uthakar car ke paas jaati hai.
Car ke darwaze par uska confident smile, sunglasses ke peeche ek focused nazar…
Aur phir engine start hota hai — headlights glow karte hain morning ke soft light me.

Anushka (inner monologue, final shot)
“Yeh sirf ek aur din nahi… yeh mera mission hai. Apne liye, apni family ke liye, aur un ladkiyon ke liye jo abhi bhi lad rahi hain…
Aur main hamesha unke liye wahan rahungi — Behen_Code ka hissa hoke.”

Car smoothly road pe chalti hai, camera aerial shot me zoom out karta hai — ek filmy heroine ki morning entry, ready to conquer her day at MFHB Bank.

Scene – MFHB Bank, Morning

Anushka ki car parking me aati hai, wo smoothly park karti hai aur confident step ke sath bank ke entrance ki taraf badhti hai.

Bank ke andar sab employees apne counters ke sath busy hain.
Anushka (cheerful tone me, sabko greet karte hue)
Good morning, everyone!

Sab log halka sa muskurate hain aur kaam me busy ho jate hain.
Anushka counter ke paas jati hai aur apni files arrange karne lagti hai.

Tabhi Manager — thoda middle-aged, overconfident, aur thoda tharki type — apni desk se dheere se uski taraf dekhta hai.
Uski nazar ek pal ke liye Anushka ke chest par rukti hai.

Anushka ye notice kar leti hai. Uske chehre par ek halki irritation ki muskaan aa jaati hai.
Wo files ke saath apni positioning thoda change kar leti hai, jaise casually apna shoulder turn kare, aur manager ke samne se smoothly aur confidently nikal jaaye.

Anushka (chhoti si, irritate smile ke sath, inner monologue)
Haan bhai… dekh liya, ab aur nahi.
Main apna kaam karungi, aur tumhe dekh kar kaam nahi rukta.

Wo apne counter ke paas wapas jaati hai, files arrange karti hai aur ek confident “Good Morning” aur smile ke sath kaam me lag jaati hai.

Camera dhire dhire zoom out karta hai — ek strong, confident Anushka ki image ban jaati hai jo office me apni space clearly establish kar chuki hai.

Scene – Subah, Arti ka Ghar – Kitchen


Sun ki halki kirne kitchen ki windows se andar aa rahi thi.
Arti apron pehne stove ke paas khadi hai, eggs ko lightly fry kar rahi hai aur toast butter kar rahi hai.

Arti (softly, khud se)
Chalo Abhishek ke liye thoda energy breakfast… aaj ka din bhi busy hoga.

Camera cut karta hai side me jaake — Abhishek bed se aaj bhi late uth raha hai.
Wo phone check kar raha hai, thodi stretch karta hai aur sleepily murmurs:

Abhishek
Bas 5 minute…

Kitchen me hi door se saasu maa apni purani saree me khadi hai, haath me rolling pin ke saath.
Uski aankhon me wo chhup chhup ke khushi hai — jaise finally usse ek aur mauka mil gaya hai Arti ko “khari khoti” sunane ka.

Saasu Maa (apne aap se, halki si nakhre wali tone)
Aaj fir se dekhte hain… meri beti-in-law kitni perfectly kaam karegi, aur kaise main apni baatein daalungi.

Arti ko abhi ye pata nahi hai ki saasu maa corner me khadi hai.
Wo poore concentration ke sath eggs flip karti hai, toast nikalti hai aur chhoti si muskaan ke sath butter spread karti hai.

Arti (khud se)
Breakfast ready… aur breakfast ke saath ek aur smile bhi.

Camera zoom out karta hai — Arti ka calm, composed, aur dedicated side, Abhishek ka lazy morning mode, aur saasu maa ki chhupi hui curiosity — ye teen layers ek saath subah ka ek chhota, cinematic snapshot banate hain.

Scene – Subah, Rahat ka Ghar

Rahat kitchen me apni thodi thaki si yet energetic energy ke sath breakfast ready kar rahi thi.
Ek plate me anda, ek me toast, aur ek glass me juice — perfectly arranged, jaise ek chhoti si hope ke saath.

Rahat (apne aap se, softly)
Chalo, kal ki baat… aaj wo samjhega… shayad pyaar se baat kare.

Wo plate uthakar living room ki taraf badhti hai, jahan uska baap, Imdad, armchair me baith kar newspaper padh raha tha.
Rahat plate samne rakhti hai, muskaan ke sath:

Rahat
Papa… breakfast ready hai… thoda le lo… kal ki baat…

Imdad sirf uski taraf dekhe bina plate uthakar, ek hi move me khud ke liye pakad leta hai aur sidha khane lagta hai.
Na koi aankhon me softness, na ek muskaan, na ek shabd — jaise ye plate sirf ek object ho.

Rahat ke hothon par halka sa sigh nikalta hai, aankhon me disappointment aur thodi si udaasi chhupi hoti hai.
Wo thodi der plate ke samne khadi rehti hai, jaise umeed me, phir quietly kitchen ki taraf palat jaati hai.

Rahat (inner monologue, softly, thoda broken tone)
Har baar… bas har baar… main sochti hoon, shayad…
Par shayad… ye mera wait hi hamesha bekaar hai.

Camera zoom out karta hai — living room ka silence, sirf Imdad ke khane ki sound, aur Rahat ka thoda sa udaas dil —
ye moment dikhata hai ki uska din, chahe busy ho ya nahi, kabhi kabhi sirf apni udaasi se ladna hota hai.

Scene – Subah, Arti ka Ghar – Kitchen / Living Area


Arti kitchen me khadi hai, stove ke paas toast aur anda fry kar rahi hai.
Abhishek abhi bhi slow pace me ready ho raha hai, files aur laptop saath me le kar.

Saasu Maa (kadak tone me, haath pe thoda tension ke sath)
Arti! Mere bete ko office ke liye itni der se nikalte dekh kar lagta hai ki tumhare haath me time ka koi concept hi nahi hai!

Arti (calmly, sirf haan me haan bharte hue)
Haan maa… abhishek ke shoes aur bag arrange kar rahi thi…

Saasu Maa (kadak, aankhon me chhupi chidh)
Arrange karna? Office ka time fix hai! Aaj bhi Diwali ke baad ka pehla din hai… aur mere bete ko time par nikalna tumhari zimmedari hai!
Tumhe lagta hai yeh ghar khud manage ho jaayega? Har chhoti chhoti cheez tumhari zimmedari hai aur tum… tum bas… tum kitni kaamchori karti ho, abhi bas ban sanwar ke apni library me bhag jaogi... Kuch sharm hai tum me ??

Arti (shant, par patience ke saath)
Haan… haan maa… samajh gayi…

Saasu Maa ek kadak nigaah Arti par tikaye rehti hai, jaise har shabd se Arti ke dimag me lesson bake.
Arti, stove ke flame ke samne, ek haath se toast flip karte hue, silently saasu maa ki kadak aankhon aur shabd ka samna karti hai.
Uske chehre par calm aur patience hai, par andar hi andar ek halki si muskaan hai — kyunki usne phir bhi breakfast perfect ready kar diya.

Saasu Maa (apni aankhon me satisfaction ke saath, ek kadak tone me, par chhupi muskaan ke saath)
Hamesha dhyan rakho, Arti… mere bete ka khayal rakhna sirf tumhari duty hai… aur main… main hamesha dekh rahi hoon.

Camera zoom out karta hai — stove ki halka glow, Arti ki composed calm, aur saasu maa ka kadak aura ek hi frame me, classic domestic tension aur control ka snapshot banate hue.

Arti calmly plate uthakar table par rakh deti hai, buttered toast aur garma-garam anda perfectly arranged.
Saasu Maa abhi bhi kadak nigaah se corner me khadi hai, jaise ye morning ek chhota “test” ho.

Saasu Maa (ek last kadak line, haath me rolling pin lightly hold karte hue)
Beta… dhyan se jaana, aur time par wapas aana. Or Arti… tumne sahi se kaam kiya hai ya nahi, main dekh rahi hoon.

Abhishek ek soft smile deta hai, Arti ko quick glance karta hai aur phir door ke taraf badhta hai.
Camera slow motion me track karta hai — Abhishek car me jump karta hai, engine start hota hai, aur wo city ki morning traffic me ghul jata hai.

Cut To – Gyaan Ganga Library, Morning

Arti ghar se directly library pahunchti hai.
Door ke handle ko open karti hai, aur library ke andar ki soft morning light aur book aroma uske chehre par ek peace laati hai.

Wo apni daily library routine shuru karti hai:

Books ko shelf me organize karna, ek ek spine carefully align karna.

Registers aur log books ke record check karna, entry mark karna.

New arrivals ko shuffle karna aur ek neat stack me place karna.


Arti (soft inner monologue, while working)
Yahan ka shor, yahan ki shanti… bas books aur main.
Har ek book ka ek story hai, aur har ek story ke beech… main apni soch, apni planning aur apni zindagi organize karti hoon.
Ye library mere liye sirf kaam ka space nahi, ek sanctuary hai.

Camera dhire dhire pan karta hai — Arti ke haath ki movements, books ke colors aur library ke window se aati soft morning light.
Ek cinematic tracking shot me Arti ka focused aur composed aura highlight hota hai.

Arti (inner monologue continues)
Aur haan… Behen_Code ke liye ye subah bhi ek mission ka part hai.
Har ek moment, har ek decision… bas soch samajh kar.

Wo ek stack of new books utha kar shelf ke upar place karti hai, ek perfect alignment check karti hai, aur soft smile ke sath ek chair par baith kar register update karti hai.

Camera zoom out karta hai — ek wide shot me library ka serenity, Arti ki calm presence aur morning ki shanti ek cinematic frame me.
Background me light ambient instrumental music chal rahi hai, ek soft cinematic touch dete hue.

Scene – Morning, Food Adda – Ishaani ka Shift


Restaurant ke andar morning ka hustle tha, tables par fresh napkins aur chai ke cups line me lage hue the.
Ishaani apron pehne counter ke paas busy hai, orders note kar rahi hai aur plates arrange kar rahi hai.

Camera pan karta hai aur dikhata hai — ek group of boys restaurant me enter karte hain, loud laughter ke saath.
Wo ek table pe chair patakte hain, tablecloth pe doodle karte hain, aur jor jor se vulgar jokes sunate hain.
Har baar koi waiter unke samne jaata hai, wo cheekh kar aur jor se hansi nikalte hain.

Ishaani (inner monologue, soft but firm tone)
Yeh ladke… bas gadbad karne aaye hain.
Main busy hoon… par ye dekh kar dimag kharab ho raha hai.

Wo door se unke har move observe karti hai, apna kaam quietly continue karti hai.
Ek plate pass karte waqt wo chhoti si glance unki taraf dalti hai, jaise mentally plan kar rahi ho ki kaise handle karna hai.

Tabhi restaurant manager approach karta hai, thoda strict tone me:

Manager
Bhai log… thoda apna behavior sahi rakho.
Table aur napkins ka dhyan rakho, aur vulgar jokes mat sunao.

Lekin unme se ek ladka, jo clearly kisi raees ka beta lag raha tha, manager ki baat sunte hi cheekh uthta hai:

Raees ka beta ladka (scornful tone)
Aur tu kaun hota hai humein sikhane wala? Yeh tera restaurant hai kya? Fuckk off you ass hole.... Nikal ja yaka se bhosdike

Wo manager ko gaali deta hai aur loudly laugh karte hue restaurant se bahar nikalta hai.
Manager peeche se chhota sa sigh leta hai, frustration me.

Ishaani (inner monologue, quietly observing)
Dekha… yehi samaj hai.
Par main bas apna kaam karti hoon. Unke antics ka mujh par koi asar nahi.

Wo plate arrange karte hue aur napkins check karte hue calm aur composed rehti hai, jaise pura scene uski aankhon ke saamne ho, aur wo mentally note kar rahi ho ki agar koi aur gadbad hui to kaise handle karegi.

Restaurant ka normal hustle chal raha tha, tables par chai cups, napkins aur plates arrange the.
Ishaani counter ke paas busy hai, orders note kar rahi hai aur dishes pass kar rahi hai.

Camera phir un badmash ladko ke group par focus karta hai, jo ek table pe betha hai. Wo abhi bhi jor jor se laugh kar rahe hain aur tables pe doodle kar rahe hain.


Badmash ladka 1 (chair patakte hue)
Arre yaar, ye table cloth kitna boring hai, thoda doodle karte hain!

Badmash ladka 2 (zor se hansi)
Hahaha! Aur ye waiter ladki… dekh uska face!

Badmash ladka 3 (apni arrogance dikhaate hue)
Chalo bhai, thoda maze lete hain…

(Female waiter table par serve karne jaati hai, ladka 3 uske ass par hath fer deta hai)

Badmash ladka 3 (zor se hanskar)
Hahaha! Dekha bhaiyo, ye scene mast hai!

Female waiter (shock aur dard me)
Aah… please… ruko…

Badmash ladka 1
Arre chill maar, bas thodi masti ki…

Ishaani (inner monologue, firm aur angered)
Bas ab aur nahi… ye limit cross ho gayi.

Ishaani turant us taraf daudti hai, ladke ko samne se rok leti hai:

Ishaani (kadak, strong voice me)
Tum log yahan kya kar rahe ho? Yeh behavior kabhi bhi tolerate nahi kiya jayega!
Abhi waha se jao!

Restaurant ke kuch aur staff bhi aa jaate hain, politely but firm tone me:

Staff member
Bhai log, please calm down aur waha se jao. Ye restaurant ka environment hai, aur yahan sabka respect important hai.

Ladke jor jor se hans rahe hain, apni ameeri ka rob dikhate hue, bakte hue aur cheekh kar restaurant se nikal jaate hain.
Ishaani female waiter ke paas jaati hai aur usse gently hug karti hai.

Ishaani (softly, comforting)
Shant ho jao… ab safe ho tum.

Camera phir Ishaani ki tirchhi nigaah us ladke ki taraf zoom karti hai jo ab restaurant se bahar ja raha hai.
Uski aankhon me anger, justice aur determination ka mixture dikh raha hai

Scene – Gyaan Ganga Library – Afternoon


Background me halki si classical music chal rahi hai… shelves ke beech me Arti ek ek book ko dusting kar rahi hai, register me entries likh rahi hai. Har corner me peace hai, sirf page palatne ki awaaz sunai deti hai.

(Camera Arti par focus karta hai)
Arti apni glasses thodi adjust karti hai, aur neatly arranged books ke beech chhup kar ek soft smile ke saath ek purani poetry collection nikalti hai.

Arti (slowly apne aap se)
“Har kitab ke andar ek kahani hai… aur har kahani kisi dil ki yaad…”

Tabhi usse mehsoos hota hai jaise koi use dekh raha ho.

(Camera shift)
Door ek table par ek young ladka baitha hai — simple T-shirt, specs, ek open novel ke saath — lekin uski aankhein page par nahi, Arti par tikki hui hain.

Arti register me likhne ka natak karti hai, phir aankh utha kar dekhti hai. Dono ki nazar ek pal ke liye milti hai.

(Background me ek halki si violin note bajti hai)

Ladka halki si smile karta hai — ek respectful, calm smile — jaise sirf “hello” keh raha ho aankhon se.

Arti bas ek pal ke liye rukh kar uske reaction ko samajhti hai, phir apni aankhein niche kar leti hai.

Arti (apne aap se, soft tone me)
“Log… padne library aate hain, dekhne nahi.”

Wo diary close karti hai, apne dupatte ko thoda sambhalti hai aur ek aur section me chali jaati hai, jahan se us ladke ki nazar us par nahi ja sakti.

(Camera zoom out)
Shelf ke peeche se Arti ke kadam halki si chaap chhodte hue door chale jaate hain…
aur wo ladka ab bhi wahi baitha, us shelf ki taraf dekhta rehta hai jahan se Arti gayi thi.

Scene – Money From Heaven Bank (MFHB) – Afternoon, Lunch Break

Camera ek busy bank floor par glide karta hai — log apne counters par, clients line me, printer ki “trrrrr” awaaz ke beech ek steady hustle chal raha hai.

(Focus on Anushka)
Formal blue shirt, ponytail, ID card latka hua, expressions calm lekin confident.
Wo apne desk par kuch files close kar rahi hai, lunch box nikalne hi wali hoti hai ki uske piche se ek chip-chipa sa voice sunai deta hai.

Manager (halki si fake smile ke sath)
"Arre Anushka ji… aap to roz aur khubsurat lagti ja rahi hain… kaunsi cream use karti ho bhala?"

Anushka turant ruk jaati hai, aankhon me irritation lekin chehre par forced smile.

Anushka (polite tone, lekin sharp)
"Sir, cream nahi… mehnat karti hoon. Bas woh kaam kar leta hoon jo aapko karna chahiye."

Manager awkward sa hansne lagta hai, lekin phir bhi peecha nahi chhodta.

Manager (thoda close aake)
"Arre gussa kyu hoti ho… main to bas keh raha tha, tum jaise staff se hi bank chal raha hai. Aaj coffee pe chalo na, discuss karte hain future plans."

Anushka apna lunch box band karti hai, ek second uske aankhon me thoda gussa ubharta hai, par wo control karti hai.

Anushka (fake smile ke sath)
"Sir, mujhe yaad aaya — ek client ka cheque pending hai. Main abhi washroom se aake file ready karti hoon."

Manager samajhta hai jaise usne “haan” keh diya ho, aur aankhon se usse upar se neeche tak ghoorta rehta hai jab Anushka side se nikalti hai.

Camera uske face par zoom karta hai — uska smile ab gayab hai.

(Cut to – Bank washroom)
Anushka mirror ke saamne aati hai, handbag rakh kar ek deep breath leti hai.

Anushka (slowly, apne reflection se)
“It’s okay, babu… chutiya hai wo… tu bas apna kaam kar.”

Wo apne hair thoda fix karti hai, lipstick retouch karti hai, aur mirror me khud ko dekh kar ek confident si smile deti hai.

Anushka (continuing softly)
“Har din ek battlefield hai… lekin har baar jeetni main hi hoon.”

Background me soft instrumental music bajta hai — ek working woman ki silent strength ka theme.

Scene – Evening, Rahat’s House (same night timeline)


Soft golden sunset light ghar ke verandah me gir rahi hoti hai. Rahat apne dupatte ko thoda adjust karti hai, apna “Radio Zindagi” ka tag wala sling bag shoulder par daalti hai. Thoda perfume spray karti hai, apni chhoti si diary table par rakhti hai — wo diary jisme wo har din ke show ke notes likhti hai.

Bas nikalne hi wali hoti hai ki uske mobile ka notification tone bajta hai — “Ting!”

Rahat ruk jaati hai, mobile uthati hai. Screen par flash hota hai:
? Group Chat: BEHEN_CODE ?

Message same time me chaar jagah receive hota hai —
? Arti – Gyaan Ganga Library
? Anushka – Money From Heaven Bank
? Anisha – Client’s House
? Rahat – Home, ready to leave

Rahat screen par nazar daalti hai:

> Unknown ID (encrypted):
"It’s time for action, girls...
BEHEN_CODE is loading..." ??



Ek second ke liye uske chehre par wo purani josh bhari muskurahat laut aati hai. Uska thakan bhool jaati hai.

Rahat (halki si confident muskaan ke sath)
“Lagta hai... show aaj radio pe nahi, field me hoga.”

Camera zoom out karta hai — Rahat apna dupatta tight karti hai, bag apne shoulder par daalti hai, aur door band karke bahar nikal jaati hai. Background me wo iconic “Mission tone” bajti hai — ek deep feminine hum ke sath jisme power aur secrecy dono chhupi ho.

Cut to:
— Arti library ke table se phone uthati hai, specs nikal kar rakhti hai.
— Anushka bank ke cabin se nikl kar apni car ki key uthati hai.
— Anisha baby monitor side me rakhti hai aur bachche ki taraf dekhti hai, phir phone screen ko tight grip karti hai.
— Rahat road par nikalti hai, her steps steady, determined.

Narrator voice (background me Rahat ke tone me):
“Behen_Code... ek promise tha — ladkiyon ke liye, ladkiyon ke sath... aur jab waqt bulaye, koi peeche nahi hat ta.”

Camera fade out hota hai with a soft digital beep sound — indicating mission activation.

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Episode 5

FOOD ADDA KE BAHAR KAND

Scene – Late Night | Outside “Food Adda” Restaurant

Raat ka waqt hai. Market area dheere dheere suna ho chuka hai. Sirf streetlights ki peeli roshni aur door se aati traffic ki halki si awaaz hawa me mil rahi hai.

INT. FOOD ADDA – KITCHEN / NIGHT

Camera slow zoom-in karta hai — wo same female staff jise shaam ko un badmash ladko ne restaurant me pareshaan kiya tha, ab apni shift khatm kar rahi hai.
Uska chehra thoda thaka hua hai, lekin aankhon me ab bhi wo darr aur bechaini baki hai.

Wo counter par padhe bills close karti hai, ek ek kar ke lights band karti hai — “Click... Click... Click.”
Haalka sa silence cha jata hai restaurant me.

Wo apna apron nikal kar neatly fold karti hai, ek hook par latka deti hai.
Apne haath se pasine ko wipe karti hai, fir mobile nikal kar screen par dekhte hue halki awaaz me bolti hai:

Girl (thodi thaki si awaaz me)
“Bas ghar ja ke so jana hai... aur kuch nahi...”

Camera uske phone screen par zoom karta hai —
Ola App – Ride Booked | Driver arriving in 2 mins

Wo deep breath leti hai, apne handbag ko shoulder par rakhti hai aur last baar restaurant ke shutter ke paas ja kar “lock” lagati hai — “Clack!”


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EXT. STREET OUTSIDE FOOD ADDA – NIGHT

Streetlights ke neeche halki misty hawa. Ek stray dog door se bhonkta hai.
Wo ladki apne mobile screen me ride track kar rahi hai, phone par likha aata hai —
“Your driver has arrived.”

Door se ek white sedan car slow speed me uske paas rukti hai. Headlights uske chehre par padti hain, camera flare hota hai.
Wo halki si aankhon ko haath se shield karti hai aur phone screen par number milati hai.

Girl (mobile me)
“Hello, mujhe Food Adda ke bahar pick karne aaye ho kya?... Haan, white car?”

Phone ke dusre end se koi reply nahi aata. Bas ek faint static sound.

Girl (thoda confuse)
“Hello?… Hello?”

Camera uske chehre par zoom karta hai — thoda doubt, thoda confusion.
Wo car ke paas jaati hai, window ke through driver ko dekhne ki koshish karti hai — andr andhera hai, sirf ek silhouette.

Girl (thoda hesitant)
“Bhaiya, Ola?”

Driver halka sa sir hilaata hai — bina kuch bole.

Car ke andar sirf ek dim light hai, jo jaise hi wo seat belt lagati hai — band ho jaati hai. Or pal bhar me hi wo ladki screen se gayab ho jati hai

Camera bahar ke angle se car ko follow karta hai — car dheere dheere road se door hoti hai, turn leti hai aur darkness me ghus jaati hai...

CUT TO:
Uske phone sadak par gir jata hai jispe screen par “Ride in Progress” likha hua dikh raha hai… par kuch second baad screen flicker hoti hai aur phone automatically lock ho jaata hai.

Background me ek haunting low note bajta hai — jisme suspense aur silence dono ghul jaate hain.

Scene – Late Night | “Behen_Code” Mission Begins


Background music tense hai — dark streets, fast beats, aur hawa me urgency ka feel.
Camera ek ek character par cut karta hai — sab apni apni jagah se nikal rahe hain. Parallel frames me sabki motion ek rhythm me hai.


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INT. ARTI’S HOUSE – LIBRARY ROOM / NIGHT

Arti apne home library ke table par laptop aur notepad ke saath baithi hai.
Screen par ek live location map blink kar raha hai. Headphones pehne, calm but serious tone me bolti hai:

Arti
“Girls, location confirmed hai — Worli se car ne route change kiya hai, South Link Road ke through ja rahi hai. Careful rehna sab!”


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EXT. MUMBAI ROADS – NIGHT

Camera fast zoom-out karta hai — Ishani aur Rahat dono apni scooty par opposite lanes se nikli hain.
Helmet ke andar unke focused expressions. Bluetooth mic blink kar raha hai.

Rahat (Bluetooth me)
“Arti, confirm kar... black sedan number MH 04...?”

Arti (Laptop screen dekhte hue)
“Haan, same car... wo hi ladka hai. Anushka, tum uske peeche ho na?”

INT. ANUSHKA’S CAR / SAME TIME

Anushka steering sambhalte hue calmly bolti hai. Passenger seat par Anisha baithi hai, laptop screen me GPS track kar rahi hai.

Anushka
“Affirmative, Captain Arti! Visual on target. Car 300 meters ahead. Mujhe lagta hai yeh link road se sea-face le jayega.”

Anisha (thoda panic me)
“Yaar itna speed badha mat Anushka, road slippery hai!”

Anushka (thoda tease karte hue)
“Relax, baby-sitter madam... tu bas seatbelt tight rakh. Yeh chase koi cartoon show nahi hai.”


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EXT. STREET TURN – RAHAT’S SCOOTY / NIGHT

Rahat ka helmet camera angle low rakha gaya hai, she cuts through a sharp turn, streetlight flash me uska face intense lagta hai.

Rahat (Bluetooth me tease karte hue)
“Anushka madam, zyada hero banne ki zarurat nahi hai... yaad hai pichli baar car divider pe le gayi thi?”

Anushka (laughing)
“Kam se kam car chalati to hoon, tumhara scooty to har baar petrol pump tak aa ke band ho jaata hai!”

Ishani (Bluetooth me softly, smile ke saath)
“Girls, focus please… hum koi race nahi kar rahe. Wo ladki akeli hai us car me.”

Sab ek pal ke liye silent ho jaate hain — seriousness wapas aa jati hai.


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EXT. HIGHWAY FLYOVER – NIGHT

Camera aerial view me — black sedan tezi se aage ja raha hai.
Anushka ki car peeche, aur kuch distance par Rahat aur Ishani apni scooters par usi direction me.

Arti (voice through Bluetooth)
“Abhi ahead me ek petrol pump hai, uske baad road narrow ho jaata hai. Us point par intercept karna hoga.”

Anushka (determined)
“Copy that. Main signal par cut maar ke left lane se uske parallel aungi.”

Rahat
“Ishani, tu right lane le... agar wo turn le to direct block kar dena.”

Ishani (calm but sharp)
“Done. Let’s bring that bastard down.”


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EXT. SIGNAL POINT – NIGHT

Red light blink kar raha hai.
Sedan slow hoti hai... Anushka left se aage badhti hai, Rahat aur Ishani parallel aa jaati hain.
Camera close-up — sabki aankhon me same fire.

Music suddenly slow ho jata hai — tension build-up.

Arti (Bluetooth me)
“Girls… this is it. Remember — hum koi superhero nahi hain… lekin hum chhodenge bhi nahi.”

Anushka (grin karte hue)
“Behen_Code... Ready for action.”

Sab ek sath kehte hain:
“Let’s move!”

Camera dramatic cut me — headlights flash, engines roar, aur black sedan ke aas-paas sabki vehicles gher leti hain.

Scene – “Highway Confrontation” | Midnight | Cinematic Action Sequence


Background Score: Low bass heartbeat sound... dheere-dheere ek tense orchestral music me badalta hua.
Streetlights flash ho rahe hain, halki si baarish shuru ho gayi hai — paani ke drops headlights me chamak rahe hain.


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EXT. LINK ROAD FLYOVER – NIGHT

Camera top view — ek black sedan tez raftaar me sadak par daud rahi hai, tyres se paani ud raha hai.
Achanak—

SCREEEEECHHHH!!!

Ek white car (Anushka ki) side se aati hai aur ek sharp drift maar kar black car ke bilkul saamne ruk jaati hai.
Tyres se dhuan nikalta hai, camera slow-motion me jaata hai, baarish ke drops hawa me udte hain.

Anushka ka car door khulta hai — wo nikalti hai, black jacket me, hair thoda wet, uske chehre par red brake light ka glow.


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Black Sedan ruk jaati hai.
Driver door khulta hai — wahi curly-haired ladka nikalta hai, jise subah restaurant me badtameezi karte dekha tha.
Uske saath 2 aur ladke hain — ek ke haath me phone camera hai, dusra cigarette leke khada hai attitude me.

Curly-Haired Guy (smirk karte hue):
"Arre wah... kya hai yeh? Night patrol? Ya koi reality show shoot ho raha hai?"

Anushka (calm but sharp):
"Reality show nahi... tum jaise logon ke reality check ke liye aaye hain."

Peeche se headlights chamakti hain — Ishani aur Rahat apni scooty lekar aati hain.
Dono side me skid park karti hain, helmets utarti hain.

Rahat (aankhen tedi karte hue):
"Bas yahi problem hai... tum log har ladki ko easy target samajhte ho."

Curly-Haired Guy (hans kar):
"Ladki ko ghar tak drop kar rahe the... madad karna bhi crime ho gaya kya?"

Ishani (cold tone me):
"Madad? Behosh karke le ja rahe the tum?"

Camera zoom karta hai car ke andar — wahi ladki jise subah tang kiya gaya tha, behosh padi hai, wrist pe chhoti si bruise mark.

Anushka (tezz nazar se):
"Tum logon ka yeh ‘madad’ ka style jail me hi accha lagega."


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Ek aur ladka phone camera lekar record karne lagta hai.

Ladka 2:
"Bhai sab record ho raha hai... kal tak viral kar denge.
Dekhte hain kaunse superwoman aayi hai yeh!"

Rahat (mock karte hue):
"Viral kar do... caption likh dena — ‘Ladkiyon ke devta, raat ke chor pakde gaye’."

Curly-haired guy irritate hota hai. Cigarette wala ladka aage badhta hai.

Cigarette Guy:
"Sun... zyada hero banne ki zarurat nahi.
Jaanti ho hum kiske bete hain?"

Ishani (slow, dangerous tone me):
"Hum jaante hain... aur tumhe bhi pata chal jaayega hum kaun hain."


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ACTION MOMENT – Slow Motion Sequence:

Curly-haired guy Ishani ke paas aata hai, uske shoulder ko push karne ke liye haath badhata hai —
Rahat ek second me aage badh kar uska wrist pakad leti hai aur ek sharp twist deti hai.

Sound Effect: “CRACK!”

Ladka dard se chillata hai, peeche girta hai.
Dusra ladka punch marne aata hai — Ishani uska punch dodge karke uske stomach me ek strong knee kick deti hai.

Anushka apni car ke side se pepper spray nikalti hai aur teesre ladke ke aankhon me spray kar deti hai.

Arti (Bluetooth par calmly):
"Bas girls, enough. Don’t waste energy... call the patrol van. Location pin bhej rahi hoon."

Background me map ke beeps sunai dete hain — Arti ka laptop screen blink karta hai: “Dispatching local patrol…”


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Rahat (ladke ko ground pe daba kar):
"Agli baar kisi ladki ko haath lagane se pehle soch lena…
Sab chup rehti hain, lekin sab kamzor nahi hoti."

Door se security officer sirens ki awaaz — red-blue light sabke chehron pe flicker karti hai.
Ladke dare hue hain, aankhon me shock.

Anushka (car ka door kholte hue):
"She’s safe now... mission complete, Behen_Code."

Ishani (smile karte hue, halki si whisper):
"Ek aur raat... ek aur ladki bachi."


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FADE OUT –
Rain slow ho jaata hai, camera top se zoom out karta hai...
Behen_Code ke sab members apni apni ride par wapas chadhte hain.
Background music: “Behen_Code – theme instrumental” slow motion me play hota hai.

Scene – “The Fake security officer Siren” | Midnight | Streetlight Glow | Cinematic Tone


Background: Camera abhi bhi highway par hai — baarish thodi ruk gayi hai, magar hawa me ab bhi tension hai.
Ground par cigarette ka tukda dhuaan chhod raha hai. Ladke ab bhi gusse aur dar ke beech me khade hain.


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[SFX: security officer Siren Approaching — “WEE-OO WEE-OO”]

Curly-haired ladka pehle react karta hai, aankhon me darr.

Curly-haired Guy (ghabrate hue):
“Saale security officer aa gayi! Chal bhaag!”

Dusra Ladka:
“Bhai chhod, chhod yaar! Chale jaate hain!”

Camera slow motion me — sab ladke car me ghus kar pedal daba dete hain, tyres se pani chhitta udta hai, aur car ek sharp turn lekar wahan se bhaag jaati hai.


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Background me siren ab bhi baj raha hai.
Ishani apni jacket ka zip band karte hue peeche dekhti hai — ek jeepsy rukti hai jisme upar ek fake red light lagi hoti hai.
Gate khulta hai, aur usme se ek aged lady nikalti hai — white kurta, grey shawl, aankhon me mischievous sparkle.

Anushka (smirk karte hue):
“Yeh kaunsi official security officer van hai bhai?”

Rahat (laugh karte hue):
“Lagta hai colony wale unke siren se hi darr jaate hain.”

Anisha (car ke side se aati hai, thoda thak kar):
“Kya aaji… kabhi to time se aaya karo!
Tab tak ye launda log humara bhurta bana dete hain!”

Wo aged lady (jo clearly Behen_Code ki internal helper hoti hai) haath utha kar muskuraati hai.

Aged Lady (halki si hassi ke sath):
“Arre beti, security officer siren lagana asaan tha, lekin tum logon ke pace se milna mushkil hai.”

Sab ladkiya ek dusre ko dekhti hain — thodi thakan, thoda relief.

Ishani (smirk karte hue):
“Behen_Code – 1, Launda gang – 0.”

Background music soft ho jaata hai — light beat ke sath camera zoom out karta hai, sab ke chehre pe ek silent satisfaction hai.

Camera aerial angle se neeche descend karta hai — ek chhoti si gali, streetlight ke neeche ek scene jisme adrenaline dheere dheere shaant ho raha hai.
Ground par ab bhi kuch muddy footprints hain, hawa me sirf petrol aur pani ki khushboo.


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[Visuals]
Behosh ladki ab jeepsy ke back seat me safe bethi hai, shawl me lipti hui.
Aaji — wohi aged lady — uske sar par haath rakhti hai, aankhon me pyaar aur thoda “maa jaisa gussa.”

Aaji (narmi se):
“Ab main ise ghar chhod deti hoon… tum sabka kaam khatam, samjhi?”

Anushka (car ke bonnet par tik kar):
“Yup, mission complete.”

Ishani (helmet uthate hue):
“Safe and sound — thanks Aaji.”

Aaji camera ki taraf mud kar smile karti hai, aur tab Rahat aage badh kar kehti hai:

Rahat (teasing tone me):
“Aaji, agla mission aapke siren wale radio se kar lenge… kya naam rakhein? Radio Zindagi 2.0 – Behen Edition?”

Aaji aankhon ko thoda chhoti karte hue mazaak pakad leti hai:

Aaji (smirk ke sath):
“Arre chhoti, tera Radio Zindagi to aise bajta hai jaise purani tape – bas ‘zindagi’ reh gayi, ‘sur’ gayab!”

Rahat (haath kamar pe rakhte hue, ek smile ke sath):
“Kam se kam humara radio bajta to hai Aaji… aapki knees to stairs chadte hi buffering kar jaati hain!”

Sab ladkiyan — Ishani, Anushka, aur Anisha — ek sath “Ooooooo!” kar ke hansti hain.

Anisha (hassi ke beech):
“Bas karo dono… warna agli baar mission me dono ko ek hi gaadi me bhej denge!”

Aaji muskurati hai, haath utha kar ashirwad jaisa pose karti hai.

Aaji:
“Chalo, tum log jao. Yeh bachchi main ghar pahucha deti hoon.
Aur sun Rahat — kabhi apna radio show mujhe bhi dedicate karna, samjhi?”

Rahat (helmet pehente hue, aankh maar kar):
“Dedicate karungi Aaji — naam hoga ‘Old is Bold!’”

Aaji haas kar haath uthati hai jaise kehti ho — ‘ja ja nautanki!’


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[Visual Montage | Cinematic Ending]
Camera aerial shot me chala jaata hai —
road par ek jeepsy (fake security officer van) chal rahi hai jisme red light blink kar rahi hai…
peeche do scooties side by side — Rahat aur Ishani,
aur unke peeche ek silver car — Anushka aur Anisha.

[SFX: security officer Siren ON — slow, fading into night]
Drone shot me dikhayi deta hai — highway ke curve par chaar alag vehicles,
ek saath ek mission ke baad door jaate hue.

Scene – Next Morning | Split Screen | “Good Morning, Behen_Code”


Cinematic split screen – 5 frames ek saath dikhte hain:
– Arti apne kitchen me chai bana rahi hai,
– Rahat apne bed par thodi si neend me,
– Ishani mirror ke saamne ponytail baandh rahi hai,
– Anushka apne car keys dhoondh rahi hai,
– Anisha apne hostel room me tiffin pack kar rahi hai.

Tabhi — sab ke phones ek sath vibrate karte hain.
Screen par likha aata hai: “Behen_Code – Group Call Incoming ☎️”


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[Split screen dissolve hoti hai – ek joint video call frame me sab dikhai deti hain.]

Rahat (neend bhari awaaz me, stretching karte hue):
“Subah subah kisne group call shuru kar diya yaar... maine abhi aankhein bhi nahi kholi properly.”

Ishani (smiling, hair clip lagate hue):
“Arre humne socha ek baar tujhe bhi neend se uthate hain... kal raat ka hero kaun tha bhool gayi kya?”

Rahat (fake attitude me):
“Haan haan pata hai... Aaji ke saath comedy show chalaya tha maine!”

Anushka (laugh kar):
“Comedy nahi madam, drama queen title tere naam likha gaya hai.
Us ladke ke saamne jo dialogue maara na – ‘Tera siren bhi mere mic ke saamne mute hai’ – wah kya performance thi!”

Anisha (soft giggle):
“Haan aur phir jab Aaji ne bola Radio Zindagi bajti rehti hai, mujhe laga hum log kahin sitcom shoot kar rahe hain.”

Rahat (hands up):
“Bas bas... tum sab jealous ho! Main hi is team ki charm hoon.”

Arti (calm but teasing):
“Charm nahi... alarm. Jab tu bolti hai na, lagta hai kisi ne loudspeaker ka plug galat jagah laga diya.”

Sab ek sath hans padti hain.

Ishani:
“Chalo chhodo, kal ka mission clean tha... us ladki ko Aaji ne safe ghar pahucha diya.
Next plan kya hai, boss?”

Arti (serious tone me but smiling):
“Next plan... ek normal day enjoy karna.
Aaj koi mission nahi, bas apni apni life me lag jao.
Lekin yaad rahe, jab bhi kisi ladki ke saath galat hoga…”

Sab ek sath bolti hain:
“Behen_Code activate ho jayega!”


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[Cinematic montage – music upbeat, soft female guitar beat plays]
– Ishani Food Adda me apron pehente hue smile karti hai.
– Anushka apne MFHB Bank ke gate me entry leti hai confident walk ke sath.
– Rahat Radio Zindagi ke mic ke samne headphones adjust karti hai.
– Arti apni library “Gyaan Ganga” me books set kar rahi hai.
– Anisha ek new babysitting client ke ghar ja rahi hai, shoulder bag le kar.

Camera aerial shot me sab alag locations par jaati hui dikhayi deti hain — ek hi sheher, ek hi vibe.

Screen Text Fade-In:

> “Naya din, nayi kahani… par Behen_Code hamesha online.”

Scene – “Bank ke Beech Ek Call” | Morning Hours | Anushka at Work


MFHB Bank – morning rush hour.
Counters pe customers ki line lagi hai.
Cash counter ke glass ke peeche Anushka ek professional calm ke saath files handle kar rahi hai — white shirt, neat bun, ID card uske blazer pe perfectly clipped.

Background me typewriter aur printer ki halki si mechanical awaaz.
She signs a cheque, hands it to a customer, aur tabhi uska phone vibration karta hai —
screen pe likha hota hai “Maa ❤️”

Anushka ek second ke liye hesitate karti hai, phir side me ja kar call pick karti hai.


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Anushka (slowly, polite tone):
“Hello maa, bolo... sab theek?”

Maa (phone ke dusre end se, soft loving voice):
“Haan beta, sab theek... tu bata, bank me busy thi kya?”

Anushka (half-smile):
“Abhi thoda free hue hoon... client gaya hai.
Kya baat hai, itni subah call?”

Maa (ek chhoti si hichkichaahat ke baad):
“Bataun kya... khanna sahab aaye the kal raat.
Unhone ek ladka dekha hai... apni hi community se.”

Anushka thoda sa eyebrow raise karti hai, aankhon me ek “not again” wala expression.

Anushka:
“Maa…”

Maa (jaldi se):
“Arre sun to le pehle! Bahut acha ladka hai, banker hai peshe se.
Young hai, smart hai... aur sabse badi baat — seedha saadha lagta hai.
Mujhe to acha laga... tu kahe to baat chalaye?”

Anushka ek lamha ke liye chup ho jaati hai. Bank ke background me khanakti coins ki awaaz sunai deti hai.
Uska chehra ek second ke liye blank ho jaata hai — jaise koi purani yaad chhoo kar gayi ho.

Phir wo halka sa deep breath leti hai aur calm tone me bolti hai —

Anushka (fake smile ke sath):
“Maa, aapko har ladka ‘achha’ lagta hai...
Main abhi office me hoon, baad me baat karti hoon, okay?”

Maa (thoda disappointed):
“Thik hai beta... par soch lena, aise achhe rishtay baar baar nahi milte.”

Anushka:
“Haan maa... main soch loongi.”

Wo call cut karti hai.


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Camera zooms on Anushka ka chehra — wo phone ko kuch seconds tak dekhti rehti hai.
Uske lips pe ek forced smile hai, par aankhon me ek chhupi si udasi.

Background me bank ki hustle-bustle waise hi chalti rehti hai,
par Anushka ke aas-paas sab kuch thoda slow lagta hai.

Ek halki si piano tune bajti hai.

Internal monologue (soft voice-over style):

> “Smart... banker... achha ladka...
Par maa... main abhi tak usse bhool nahi paayi hoon.”



Camera slowly pans out — Anushka wapas apne counter pe baithti hai,
file kholti hai, par uski aankhon me kahin aur chal raha hota hai ek purana scene.

Scene – “Past ki Door Se” | Flashback | 2 Years Ago


Soft piano tune in background.
Rain drops tapping on a café window.
Camera zooms inside – ek small cozy café, yellow light, coffee mugs se uthti steam, aur corner table par Anushka aur Raghav baithe hain.

Raghav — tall, decent looking, blue shirt, wristwatch, confident smile.
Wo ek bank me hi junior officer tha — wahi jaha Anushka tab training pe thi.
Dono ke beech ek comfortable silence hai, par aaj uss silence me kuch tension hai.


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Raghav (cup se sip lete hue, aankhen chhupate hue):
“Anu... mujhe kuch kehna hai.”

Anushka (soft smile):
“Kya hua Raghav? Aaj bade serious lag rahe ho.”

Raghav (deep sigh):
“Wo... mere ghar walon ne mere liye ek rishta fix kar diya hai.”

Café ki light jaise ek second ke liye fade si lagti hai. Anushka ka haath uske cup par jam jaata hai.

Anushka:
“...Aur tu... tu unhe mana karega na?”

Raghav (slowly, guilty tone):
“Main try kar raha hoon Anu... par tu jaanti hai...
Mere papa ke saamne kuch kehna mushkil hai.
Wo keh rahe hain ki... hum dono alag community ke hain... aur unhe ye rishta kabool nahi.”

Anushka aankhon me aansu rokne ki koshish karti hai, muskurahat me dard chhupane ki aadat purani hai.

Anushka (nervously laugh karte hue):
“Tu to keh raha tha ki sab samajh jayenge... ki pyar community nahi dekhta, Raghav.”

Raghav (softly):
“Main maanta hoon... par kabhi kabhi pyar bhi majboor ho jaata hai.”

Wo line seedha Anushka ke dil me chubh jaati hai.

Anushka (slowly, aankhen bhar aayi):
“Toh yehi tha humara end?
Ek ‘kabhi kabhi’?”

Raghav aankhon me guilt le kar chup rehta hai.

Bahar baarish tez ho jaati hai — café ke glass par paani ke droplets ek pattern bana rahe hain.
Camera us pattern par zoom karta hai... aur us reflection me Anushka ka chehra dikhai deta hai — aankhon me aansu, par expression me ek helpless smile.

Anushka (voice trembling):
“Ja Raghav...
Tu jaa.
Mujhe lagta tha tu alag hai...
Par shayad sab ek jaise hote hain.”

Raghav kuch bolne ki koshish karta hai, par Anushka uth kar jaati hai.
Wo door tak chalti hai — café ke glass ke bahar khadi, bheegti baarish me, bina chhatri ke.

Background me slow piano aur rain ke beech uska inner monologue fade hota hai:

> “Bank me numbers ginne lagi hoon...
Par dil me ek hisaab abhi tak adhoora hai.”




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Flashback dissolve hota hai.

Present-day cut:
Anushka apni desk pe baithi hai, pen chal raha hai par aankhen thodi moist hain.
Ek co-worker ke awaaz se wo hosh me aati hai —

Co-worker:
“Ma’am, client wait kar raha hai.”

Anushka (jaldi se aankhon me paani rok kar, professional tone me):
“Haan... bhej do andar.”

Camera zooms out — her face calm again, lekin andar kahin wo purana dard ab bhi zinda hai.

[sushilt20]

Nice update and awesome story

[Greenwood]

Episode 6

LIFE KE DARD...

Scene: “Subah ka Sannata” | Rahat’s House – Morning

Background sound: kitchen me bartan ki khanak, masale ki halke se khushboo, aur ek purani wall clock ki “tick tick”.

Camera dheere se move karta hai — Rahat ek purani dressing table ke samne khadi hai, white kurti aur light blue dupatta me, apne baal band rahi hai.

Uske chehre par neend aur udaasi dono ke asar hain.

Ek purani wooden door ke peeche se awaaz aati hai —

Imdad (baap), khansi ke beech ghusse me:

> “Rahat! Subah ke das baj gaye hain, abhi tak kitchen saaf nahi hua?

Din bhar kaam ke bahaane... ghar ka dhyaan nahi, bas apni raaton ki naukri important lagti hai!”

Camera cut — Rahat chup khadi hai, aankhon me ek familiar dard hai.

Uske haath se comb ruk jaata hai.

Uski maa Rukhsana, jo kitchen ke kone me aate jaate kaam kar rahi hoti hai, unki nazar ek pal ke liye beti ke chehre par tik jaati hai.

Ek maa samajh jaati hai — uske dil me chhup kar bhi kuch chubhta hai.

Rukhsana (softly, situation sambhalte hue):

“Arre Imdad, subah se ladki ne saara kamra saaf kiya hai.

Bas ek chai pi lene do use, phir sab kar legi…”

Imdad (ghussa badh jaata hai):

“Chai? Ab mujhe yahan order milega kya?

Din raat awaaz me awaaz milati hai radio pe, lekin apne baap ke liye ek cup chai nahi bana sakti!”

Camera zooms on Rahat ka chehra — wo aankhon me aansu rok ke, dupatta samet kar room se nikalti hai.

Wo kitchen me aati hai, bina kuch bole chai banane lagti hai.

Stove ka flame jale jaise uske andar ka dard bhi jal raha ho.

Ek awkward silence.

Sirf kettle ka “sssshhhhh” sound.

Phir achanak —

Rahat (calm but trembling voice):

“Abbu... main galat nahi kar rahi.

Main bas kaam karti hoon... apni marzi se.

Kisi ke saath nahi bhaag rahi main.

Bas apne pairon pe khadi rehna chahti hoon.”

Imdad (thoda hil kar, par ghussa chhupate hue):

“Ladkiyon ko izzat ghar me bethi rehne se milti hai, Rahat.

Bahar ke hawa me sirf badnaamiyan hai.”

Rahat (deep breath lete hue, aankhon me aansu chamak rahe):

“Abbu... izzat ghar me band karke nahi milti...

Kama ke milti hai.”

Rukhsana kaam karte karte thami rehti hai — aankhon me aansu, lekin wajah pe muskaan. Usse apni beti par fakhar hai, par wo keh nahi sakti.

Camera dheere se move karta hai — Imdad chup ho jaata hai, bas chai ka cup uthata hai, aur apni kursi par jaakar baith jaata hai.

Background me Rahat ke radio ke mic ki ek purani recording bajti hai —

> “Kabhi kabhi awaaz chhoti hoti hai… par dil me goonj chhod jaati hai.”

Frame freeze hota hai: Rahat ek khidki ke paas khadi, cup hath me, par nazar door asmaan me — ek aisi ladki jo har din duniya se ladti hai, par apni awaaz kabhi nahi todti.

Scene – “Anisha at College” | Morning to Afternoon

Camera campus ke upar se pan karta hai.

Soft sunlight tall trees ke beech se filter ho rahi hai. Students groups me chat kar rahe hain, kuch classes ke liye daud rahe hain, aur kuch benches par baithe phones me busy hain.

Anisha backpack ek shoulder par slung, notebook hath me liye campus ke beech se guzarti hai.

Simple kurti, jeans, hair ponytail me tied. Wo kisi se nahi milti, kisi se baat nahi karti — sirf focused aur determined lagti hai.

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Cut classroom.

Students group discussion me busy hain. Laughter, jokes, paper shuffling har taraf.

Corner desk par Anisha baithi hai, notebook open, pen fast chal raha hai.

Voice-over (Anisha ka monologue):

> “Main Anisha… bas padhai aur apne kaam me busy rehti hoon.

Dost? Haan, ek do… bas.

Zyada baat karna… unnecessary lagta hai.

Mera time precious hai. Assignment complete karna ya exam ki taiyaari karna… yahi mera focus hai.

Personal life? Chhoti si family, mummy se zyada baatein nahi. Par phir bhi… main khud par proud hoon.

Main wahi karti hoon jo sahi lagta hai, aur kisi ke expectation me apna waqt waste nahi karti.”

Camera desk par zoom karta hai — books neatly arranged, laptop open, notes organized chaos me scattered.

Professor (off-screen, calling roll):

“Anisha?”

Anisha (bina upar dekhe, softly):

“Present, sir.”

Other students glance karte hain, whisper karte hain, kuch try karte hain uska attention lene ka, par wo notebook me busy hai.

---

Cut library.

Anisha ek corner me baithi hai, headphones pehne, laptop me type kar rahi hai.

Campus bahar se bustling hai, par wo apni duniya me hai.

Voice-over continues:

> “Dost kam… priorities zyada.

Par isse life manageable hai.

Main jaisi hoon, waisi hi khush hoon.

Aur haan… main kabhi bhi unnecessary drama me nahi phasungi.”

Camera zoom on her focused face, headphones thoda slip ho rahe hain, pen rhythmically notebook par tap kar raha hai.

Wo faintly smile karti hai apni progress par, proud, self-contained.

Scene – “Ishani at Food Adda” | Morning to Afternoon

Camera restaurant ke andar se start hoti hai.

Ishani counter ke peeche khadi hai, apron tight, hair neatly tied, orders check kar rahi hai.

Background me soft instrumental music chal raha hai, aur table par kuch customers breakfast le rahe hain.

Ishani notice karti hai ki ek regular waitress jo kal kidnap hui thi, aaj shift par nahi aayi.

Ishani (apni soch me, softly):

> “Ye… kaam par kyun nahi aayi?

Kal jo hua… shayad abhi bhi safe nahi hai.

Ya fir… uske ghar me kuch problem ho gayi?

Par mai bas wait nahi kar sakti, customers bhi busy hain…”

Ishani apni nazar counter ke board aur order list par dalti hai.

Camera close-up — uski aankhon me concern aur determination dono dikh rahe hain.

Wo ek deep breath leti hai aur fir apne kaam me puri tarah lag jaati hai.

Ishani (softly, apne aap se):

> “Chalo… kaam pe dhyan do.

Par haan, ye baat dimag me rahegi.

Kisi ladki ko phir kabhi pareshan nahi hone denge.

Kal ki ghatna… yaad rahegi.”

Camera wide shot — Ishani table pe orders serve kar rahi hai, ek haath se plate utha kar customer ko de rahi hai, doosre haath se pen aur notepad handle kar rahi hai.

Background me kitchen ka hustle bustle, plates ki khanak aur soft music ke saath, Ishani ka focused expression highlight hota hai.

Scene – “Arti aur Rahat in Gyaan Ganga” | Library – Afternoon

Camera library ke quiet aisles me se move karti hai. Books ki khushboo aur halki si sunlight jo windows se aa rahi hai, ek calm vibe create kar rahi hai.

Arti apne cabin ke desk par baithi hai, register aur kuch books ke papers check kar rahi hai.

Rahat uske samne chair par baithi hai, haath me coffee cup, par mood kuch ukhda-ukhda sa.

Arti (lightly, teasing tone me):

> “Kya hua meri machine gun ko? Mood kaisa hai aaj?”

Rahat thodi der chup rehti hai, fir apni coffee sip karti hai. Eyes floor par fixed.

Rahat (softly, thoda hurt):

> “Arti… aaj subah… bas… abbu ne phir se…

Jaise har baat me sirf galtiyan dhoondhta ho.

Maine socha tha… ki shayad… kaam par jaane se pehle thodi respect milegi.

Par nahi… palte haath se khana leke sidha khane lag gaye… bina ek smile ya ek baat ke.”

Arti quietly sun rahi hai, samajhti hai, aur apni notebook pe notes mark karte hue ek soft smile deti hai.

Arti (gently):

> “Ohh… meri machine gun… samajh gayi.

Tumhara dil thoda hurt hua hai… lekin mujhe pata hai… tum strong ho.

Ab is library me safe ho, aur hum baatein kar sakte hain…”

Rahat thodi relax hoti hai, coffee cup ke saath apni aankhen upar uthakar Arti ki taraf dekhti hai.

Rahat (soft smile, almost whisper):

> “Thanks Arti… bas ye chahiye tha… kisi se share karne ka…

Kal raat ka tension aur abbu ka… sab ek saath tha.”

Camera cabin me close-up. Arti apni pen se register me mark kar rahi hai, Rahat coffee sip kar rahi hai. Mood light aur playful hai.

Arti (teasingly, cheeky smile ke saath):

> “Toh meri machine gun ko sirf abbu hi udaas kar sakte hain? Tum khud kaam me bhi thodi hi scared lag rahi ho aaj.”

Rahat (rolling eyes, thodi annoyed tone me):

> “Machine gun? Arti… seriously? Tum library me ho ya army base me?”

Arti (laughing softly, leaning back):

> “Haan, army base bhi ho sakti hai… par tumhare liye safe zone hamesha yahi library hai. War zone bahar hai, jaise tumhare ghar ka abbu!”

Rahat thodi laugh karti hai, phir mischief ke saath Arti ki taraf dekhti hai.

Rahat (teasingly, smirk ke saath):

> “Achha… library safe hai, par batao… tumhare ghar ka war zone kaisa lagta hai? Abhishek ke saath? Hah! Mujhe sunna hai, kal raat tumne kya kiya… ya phir nahi bataogi?”

Arti ka face thoda shock aur phir playful smile me convert hota hai.

Arti (mock serious, eyebrow raise karte hue):

> “Rahat! Tum… meri private life pe attack kar rahi ho kya? Library ke beech me ye nahi chalega. Yeh confidential operation hai, samjhi?”

Rahat (laughing, leaning forward):

> “Confidential operation? Hah! Mujhe bas curiosity hai… suno, suno… Abhishek ka mission kaise complete hua kal raat?”

Arti lightly pen se desk tap karti hai, flirtatiously.

Arti (smiling, teasing tone me):

> “Mission complete hua ya nahi… bas ye main aur Abhishek jaante hain. Tumhari curiosity ka kuch solution nahi.”

Rahat (pretending to pout, phir laugh karte hue):

> “Hah… chhodo! Bas samajh lo… library ke rules ke hisaab se, tum dono ka love-life strictly top secret hai!”

Wese banda to dikhne me kamal ka hai,

I guess tumhari to saansein atak jati hogi...

Arti (shock and smirk)

Abey pagal.... Tera baap sahi karta hai jo tujhe dantata hai...

Aise koi puchta kya direct,

Mana ki tu dost hai lekin....

Arti ek sip leti hai coffee ki.,

Rahat ( Tease karte huye)

Sun na! Tujhe batati hu, tere husband ko tease kiya kar apni baato se... Apne hatho se...

Arti excited hoke aage khiskati hai rahat ke,

Arti (curiosity se)

Tere kehne ka kya matlab hai ?

Rahat (fusfusate huye)

Gandi gandi gaaliya diya kar, jab bhi tum dono karo...

Arti pichhe khisak jati,

Arti(sharmate huye)

Chhii.... Pagal....

Rahat (more explain)

Are chhii nahi... Mardo ko maza aata hai, jab unki aurtein unse bistar me jubaan ladaye... Isse unka josh badhta hai... Or jab mard ka josh badhta hai to maza aurat ko hi milta hai meri jaan...

Dono haasi rokne ki koshish karte hain, phir Arti papers me busy hoti hai, Rahat coffee sip karte hue notebook check karti hai. Cabin me soft playful energy maintain hoti hai.

Scene – “Anisha aur Aunty ka Lite Vibe” | Anisha ka ghar / Daytime

Camera cozy living room me. Soft sunlight aur halki si morning vibe. Anisha casual t-shirt aur jeans me door se aati hai.

Anisha (door kholte hi, smile ke saath):

> “Hello aunty… main aa gayi, apni sabse favorite aunty ke paas!”

Aunty (smiling, arms open karte hue):

> “Arre meri chhoti si beti! Jaldi aayi… aao, aao.”

Dono ek dusre ko hug karte hain. Atmosphere me warmth aur comfort clearly dikh raha hai.

Anisha (chair par baithte hue, relaxed tone me):

> “Aunty… sach bataun, kabhi kabhi hostel me akele feel hota hai… par yahan aake, lagta hai sab kuch wapas normal hai. Jaise ghar hi wapas aa gayi.”

Aunty (soft smile ke saath, haath se Anisha ke bal sahi karte hue):

> “Haan beta… tumhare liye yeh ghar hamesha safe hai. Tum meri beti jaise ho… aur main hamesha tumhare saath hoon.”

Anisha (chhoti si mischief ke saath, smile karte hue):

> “Toh iska matlab… main yahan aake apna sab kuch share kar sakti hoon? Apni hostel ki problems, homework… aur thodi drama bhi?”

Aunty (laughing softly, playful tone me):

> “Bilkul beta… ghar ki beti hai… drama bhi chhupana nahi. Sab share kar sakti ho.”

Anisha light sigh ke saath apna backpack side me rakhti hai aur table par chai ke liye baith jaati hai. Aunty biscuit aur chai laati hai, dono baatein karte hue relaxed aur happy vibes me hain.

Anisha (biscuit haath me lete hue, smile karte hue):

> “Aunty… aaj mujhe extra special treat chahiye… hostel ke boring biscuits se better ho.”

Aunty (dramatic, but loving):

> “Hah… meri beti ke liye toh hamesha special hi hoga.”

Camera wide shot – dono comfortable aur warm mother-daughter vibes me, hansi-mazaak aur casual baatein share karte hue.

Scene – “Anisha ka Emotional Moment” | Aunty ka Ghar / Anisha ka Room

Camera soft focus me Anisha ko room ki taraf jaate hue dikhata hai. Room halki si dusty aur quiet hai, par cozy feel deta hai. Anisha slowly door kholti hai aur room me enter karti hai.

Wo room ko ek nazar se scan karti hai – bed neatly arranged, study table par kuch books aur ek photo frame rakha hua hai. Camera close-up pe photo frame – Anisha ki maa ka smiling face.

Anisha (softly, apne aap se, voice-over monologue style):

> “Maa… kitne din ho gaye… mujhe lagta tha main aaj yahan aake sab bhool jaungi… par tumhari yaad aate hi, dil phir se bhar aata hai.”

Wo photo frame ko haath me leti hai, dheere se touch karti hai, aankhon me aansu aa jaate hain. Camera slow zoom in – Anisha ka face, aankhon me dard aur yaadon ka mixture.

Anisha (thodi si chhupke awaaz me, almost whispering):

> “Mujhe tumhari bahut yaad aati hai… aur kabhi kabhi lagta hai, main yeh sab akeli nahi jhel sakti… par aunty ke saath… thoda comfort milta hai.”

Anisha slowly photo frame ko table par rakh deti hai, phir window ke paas jakar baith jaati hai, halki si sigh ke saath. Soft sunlight uske face pe padti hai, reflective mood create hota hai.

Camera wide shot – room me silence, sirf distant traffic aur birds ki awaz, Anisha apne thoughts me lost hai.

Scene – “Ishani ka Family Yaad Karna” | Food Adda, Evening

Camera restaurant ke busy setup me. Ishani apron me, orders le rahi hai, plates arrange kar rahi hai. Background me customers ki awaaz aur kitchen ke sounds.

Ek table serve karte hue Ishani thodi ruk jaati hai. Camera close-up – uska face soft aur distant lagta hai. Wo silently apni maa-baap ke bare me soch rahi hai. Kyoki table par ek family hoti hai ek husband ek wife or unki chhoti si beti... Wo gaur se us couple ko apne bache se pyaar karte huye dekhti hai... Use khana khilate hue dekhti hai,.... Yeh sab dekh kar hi Ishani apne past me ek quick travel karke aa jati hai

Ishani (chhupke monologue style, almost whisper):

> “Maa… Papa… kaise ho aaj? Bas thodi der ke liye lagta hai ki aapke saath hoon… par phir yeh kaam aur crowd… reality yaad dilata hai.”

Camera uske haath pe jata hai – plate hold kar rahi hai, par thodi der ke liye motion slow ho jata hai, jaise wo apne thoughts me lost hai.

Ishani ek deep breath leti hai, phir thodi si smile ke saath normal kaam continue karti hai – customer se politely baat karte hue.

Customer (friendly, order lete hue):

> “Thanks Ishani… service perfect hai jaise hamesha.”

Ishani softly smile karti hai, thodi si eyes me glimmer of emotion, aur phir agla order le kar busy ho jaati hai.

Camera wide shot – restaurant busy, Ishani ka focus kaam me, par uske andar ek soft family longing bhi dikh rahi hai.

Scene – “Anushka ka Witty Trap” | Money from Heaven Bank / Lunch Time

Camera bank ke floor pe. Anushka apni desk pe kaam kar rahi hai. Tharki manager side se aata hai, confident aur overconfident style me.

Tharki Manager (smiling, flirtatious):

> “Arre Anushka… ek coffee date chale? Bas lunch break me. Tumhare saath baat karne ka maza hi alag hai.”

Anushka (without looking, sarcastic):

> “Coffee date? Hmmm… mujhe lagta hai ki main apne kaam me busy hoon, ego boost ka time nahi hai.”

Tharki Manager (leaning closer, insist karte hue):

> “Arre, sirf ek cup coffee… promise, bas 15 minute.”

Anushka (thinking, phir ek devil smile ke saath):

> “Theek hai sir… main aati hoon aapke saath coffee date pe.”

Tharki manager (smiling)

That's great baby... Let's go now

Anushka (trying to do something)

Ek minute sir bas.... Ek call...

Wo apna phone nikalti hai aur kuch dhundne lagti hai, jaise contact search kar rahi ho.

Manager (surprisingly)

Common yaar kisko call kar rahi ho,

Baad me kar lena

Anushka (manager ki taraf dekhte hue, playful tone):

> “Lekin sir… akele coffee date ka maza nahi aayega. Aapki wife ko bhi to bulana padega na?”

Tharki Manager (shock me, confused):

> “Kya? Tum… kya kar rahi ho?”

Anushka (calmly, devil smile ke saath):

> “Are sir… date me sabko include karna chahiye na. Agar unhe pata chal gaya ki hum sirf akele ja rahe the… toh?”

Isi waqt Anushka call kar deti hai. Speaker pe call connect hoti hai aur ek authoritative female voice sunai deti hai:

Wife (speaker pe):

> “Haan Anushka… bolo, kya baat hai?”

Camera close-up – Anushka ka devilish smile, manager ka pasina saaf karte hue face, bina kuch bole waha se nikal jata hai.

Camera wide shot – Anushka confident, phone side me rakh kar apna kaam continue karti hai. Background me thoda music ka subtle triumphant tone.

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Shandaar story and excellent writing

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Shandaar story and excellent writing

Hope response milta rahe
Or yeh story bhi rapid speed me Puri ho.

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Episode 7

BHOLI YA GOLI...


Scene – “Arti ka Dinner aur Rahat ki Yaad” | Arti ka Ghar, Evening

Camera Arti ke kitchen me. Arti apron pehni, chopping board ke saamne busy hai. Masalon ki khushboo, stove ka halkasa dhuaan, aur utensils ki halki clang. Background me soft evening light kitchen me fall kar rahi hai.

Arti vegetables chop karte hue thodi der rukti hai. Uske chehre pe ek soft thoughtful expression aa jaata hai.

Arti (apni soch me, Rahat ke dialogue style):

> “Rahat… gandi gandingaaliyan diya kar.... Mardo ko maza aata hai



Camera close-up – Arti ka face, chopping knife haath me thoda ruk gaya, aankhen slightly dreamy look me. Arti fir ek deep breath leti hai, phir smile karti hai aur vegetables chop karna continue karti hai.

Arti stove ke paas jaakar sabzi fry karte hue, kabhi kabhi spoon ko taste karti hai, kabhi aankhon se kitchen ke window ke bahar evening view dekhti hai, jaise Rahat ki baate yaad kar rahi ho.

Arti (softly, apne aap se):

> “Hmmm… yeh Rahat bhi na…
kya karu, kya wo sahi keh rahi thi... Lekin mujhe aisa aata bhi to nahi, lekin agar uski baat sahi hui to kya main Abhishek ko pura maza.... Nahi nahi, wo to pagal hai... Din bhar bak bak karte rehti hai

Scene – “Arti ka Phone Aur Saasu Maa Ka Surprise” | Arti ka Kitchen, Evening

Camera Arti ke kitchen pe. Stove pe sabzi gently fry ho rahi hai, pan me halkasa steam uthta hai. Arti chopsticks se sabzi dekhte hue thodi der soch me khadi hoti hai.

Phir Arti apna phone nikalti hai, screen on karti hai aur Google kholti hai. Uske haath me thoda hesitation hai, phir wo type karte hai:

> “hot sex stories”



Camera close-up – Arti ki aankhen jaldi jaldi scroll karte hue, stories ki titles sirf nazar se dekhti hai, kaam se jyada curiosity aur thodi thrill ka expression face pe.

Tabhi kitchen ke corner se saasu maa ki kadak aur sharp aawaz aati hai:

Saasu Maa (off-screen, stern):

> “Arti! Kya kar rahi ho yahan?”



Arti ka haath turant phone ke screen pe jata hai aur wo phone band kar deti hai. Camera close-up – Arti ki aankhen thodi guilty aur thodi shocked, saasu maa ka kadak stare kitchen ke door se.

Arti halke se smile karti hai, pretending normal:

> “Bas… bas sabzi dekh rahi thi, maa… thoda recipe search kar rahi thi.”



Camera wide shot – saasu maa ke kadak stare aur Arti ka guilty expression, background me sabzi ka gentle sizzle sound. Scene me thodi suspense aur light tension ban gayi.

Scene – “Rahat at Radio Zindagi” | Evening, Radio Studio


Camera studio me. Rahat apni headset pehni, mic ke paas bethi hai. Background me soundboards aur buttons ki halki blinking lights. Colleague desk ke saamne bethi, dono masti mazak kar rahe hain.

Rahat (laughing, teasing colleague):

> “Arre yaar… tune kal ke caller ka dialogue suna? Bilkul hero ki style me chillaya!”



Colleague (grinning):

> “Haan! Aur tum usko kaise handle kiya… mast reply diya! Bas audience ka mood ban gaya tha.”



Camera cut – Rahat buttons dabate hue, thodi cheeky smile ke saath tone adjust kar rahi hai.

Boss (entering, serious yet encouraging tone):

> “Rahat… aaj kuch aisa karna ki sirf show hi nahi, logon ka dil bhi jeet lo. Samjhi?”



Rahat (confident smile ke saath):

> “Haan sir… fikar mat kijiye, aaj log bas… haan bas delight ho jayenge!”



Camera close-up – Rahat ke confident aur playful expression, headset ke microphone ke through audience se connect karne ke liye ready. Background me studio lights soft glow me, buttons blink kar rahe hain.

Scene – “Rahat ka Radio Zindagi Show” | Evening, Live on Air

Camera studio me. Headphones pehni, mic ke saamne Rahat khadi hai. Light softly glow kar rahi hai aur soundboard pe buttons blink kar rahe hain. Background me thodi upbeat Bollywood instrumental track.

Rahat (cheerful tone, mic ke paas):

> “Good evening, Zindagi ke superstars! Swagat hai aapka Radio Zindagi ke sabse lively show me… main hoon aapki Rahat, aur aaj raat sirf masti, maza aur thoda Bollywood tadka hone wala hai! Call karne wale ho taiyaar?”



Line pe pehla caller ring karta hai.

Caller 1 (excited voice):

> “Rahat! Meri problem yeh hai… mere boyfriend ko main chill karne nahi deti, par wo hamesha masti me busy rehta hai… kya karun?”



Rahat (teasing, playful):

> “Arre arre, dekho… thoda patience ka magic try karo… aur thoda apni zindagi me bhi masti daalo… yaad rakho, relationship me thoda give and take hona chahiye, warna boring ho jayega!”



Line me dusra caller.

Caller 2 (shy voice):

> “Rahat… main apni friend ke saath party me hoon… aur hum dono ko thoda adventure aur Bollywood dance ka mood hai… kaunsa song perfect hoga?”



Rahat (laughing):

> “Arre waah! Toh phir simple hai… ‘Gallan Goodiyaan’ ya koi full-on dance number… thodi friendship vibes aur full energy!”



Camera Rahat ke face pe close-up – confident, playful, aur audience se connect kar rahi hai.

Caller 3 (mischievous tone):

> “Rahat… mera crush mujhe ignore kar raha hai… kya karu? Hint do!”



Rahat (flirty, but subtle):

> “Arre bhai… thoda charm dikhao, par over mat karna… aur yaad rakho, confidence me magic hai! Aur haan… thoda Bollywood style me smile kabhi kabhi kaam kar jata hai!”



Colleague studio ke piche thodi haste hue notes le raha hai. Rahat microphone pe thoda lean kar ke:

Rahat:

> “Aur suno suno… aaj ka special segment… friendship aur fun ka tadka! Agar aapke friends ne aapke liye kuch funny ya embarrassing kiya, toh call karo aur share karo… main live reactions dungi!”

Caller 4 (hilarious tone):


> “Rahat… mere dost ne mere liye cake order kiya tha… par usne flavour hi galat bata diya aur sab friends ke samne embarrass kar diya!”



Rahat (laughing heartily):

> “Arre waah… yeh toh full-on filmi scene ban gaya! Par tension mat lo… friends ke saath thodi masti bhi life ka spice hai!”



Camera wide shot – Rahat ke smile, headset aur mic ke saath lively, studio lights glowing. Background me buttons aur soundboards softly blink kar rahe hain. Studio ke piche colleague thoda fun vibe maintain kar raha hai.

Rahat (closing segment, playful tone):

> “Toh dosto, aaj ke liye bas itna… yaad rakho, life me masti aur thodi thodi flirty moments kabhi kam na hone do! Main hoon Rahat, aapki Zindagi ki radio wali dost… Good night and spread the fun!”

Camera studio me. Rahat headphones pehni, mic ke paas. Show almost end ho chuka hai. Background me soft outro music play ho raha hai.

Rahat (cheerful tone, mic ke paas):

> “Toh dosto… ye tha aaj ka masti aur Bollywood tadka… main hoon aapki Rahat… aur ab main aapse kehna chahungi… Good night, aur apni Zindagi me thodi masti, thodi hasi… aur thodi pyaar ka tadka hamesha rakho!”



Just jaise hi Rahat “Good night” kehne wali hoti hai, phone ring karta hai. Rahat slightly irritated, lekin polite tone me line pick karti hai.

Rahat:

> “Hello, aap Radio Zindagi ke live show me ho… kaun baat kar raha hai?”



Caller (mischievous, slightly rude):

> “Bhai… ya Rahat… ek kaam bata… koi achi sex position recommend kar do… gf ke saath bore ho gaya hu… soch raha hu party me koi chick ke sath try karu… what’s say?”



Camera close-up – Rahat ka face suddenly tighten hota hai. Gussa aur disbelief dono mix. Headphones ko slightly adjust karte hue:

Rahat (sharp, annoyed tone):

> “Arre bhai… yeh kya bol rahe ho? Show ka maza hai, masti hai, Bollywood vibes hai… par yeh line cross ho gayi hai! Aur respect ki koi value nahi hai?”



Caller thoda cheeky laugh karta hai aur phir line cut kar deta hai. Rahat ke haath slightly tighten ho jate hain mic ke paas, gussa aur irritation clear hai.

Rahat (mutters to herself, angry + disappointed):

> “Aise log… seriously… show ka or apni relationship ka maza khatam kar dete hain… dosto apne pyaar ke liye loyal raho na ki aise heropanti dikhao... idiot...ek dum disrespectful.”



Camera cut – Rahat thodi der silent, phir headphones hata kar apni chair pe lean karti hai, deep breath leti hai, aur soft sigh ke saath show officially wrap kar deti hai.

Wide shot – studio lights blink slowly, buttons glow karte hue fade out. Background me thodi soft instrumental music.

Scene – Late Night | Rahat ka Ghar | Mood: Thoda gussa, thoda thakan, thoda gossip


Camera shot: Rahat ka scooter building ke bahar rukta hai. Helmet utaar kar wo ek lambi saans leti hai. Aaj ka din heavy tha. Radio show me last caller ne mood kharab kar diya tha.
Wo stairs chadhti hai, chappal ek kone me rakh kar seedha apne kamre me jaati hai. Room ka light dim hai, table par ek diary, ek candle aur ek chhoti si photo frame rakhi hai.

Rahat (apne aap se halki muskaan ke saath):

> “Kya din tha yaar… log samajhte hi nahi ki radio ke mic ke uss paar bhi ek insaan hota hai…”



Wo phone uthati hai, thoda scroll karti hai aur Arti ka naam dekh kar call lagati hai.

? Phone Connects

Arti (phone ke uss side, halki si hasi ke saath):

> “O meri radio queen! Kya hua aaj? Awaz se lag raha hai kisi ne tujhe tang kiya show pe?”



Rahat (thoda irritate, lekin friendly tone me):

> “Tang nahi, Arti… zaleel kar diya! Banda call karke sex positions pooch raha tha, keh raha tha party me try karega kisi ‘chik’ ke saath… imagine kar!”



Arti (hans kar):

> “Aree ooo… duniya bhar ke besharam tere show pe hi aate hain kya?”



Rahat (sar pakad kar):

> “Haan yaar! Kabhi kabhi lagta hai apni audience ko detox karna padega! Waise madam… tune kuch socha uss idea ke baare me?”



Arti (thoda hesitant, playful tone me):

> “Kaunsa idea? Woh wala… ya woh wala?”



Rahat (teasing voice):

> “Aree wahi library wala, jahaan tu ‘romantic ko or jyada spicy banayegi … ya fir ab bhi sirf sabziyon ka awareness chal raha hai kitchen me?”



Arti (laugh ke saath):

> “Bakwaas band kar meri machine gun! Main soch rahi thi kahi agar abhishek gussa ho gaya to... Kya aisa karna sahi hoga



Rahat (smirk karte hue):

> are meri maa rukhsana... Tu kya apne pati se darti hai... Aaj ke zamane ki ladki hokar bhi tu apne pati se darti hai.... Pati par control karna sikh meri laado, apna physical assets use kar...
Hahaha



Arti (teasing tone):

> “chiii...chup besharam...Tu kabhi apni zindagi me bhi moral study kar le, madam radio queen. Sirf caller pe gussa nahi, kabhi khud ke emotions pe bhi control karna seekh.”



Rahat (thoda soft ho kar, halki si sigh ke saath):

> “Haan… emotions par control… wo to main tab se seekh rahi hoon jab se baap ke rules sun sun ke badhi hui hoon.”



Thoda silence. Arti apni side pe softly bolti hai:

Arti:

> “Bas… iss baar apne radio show ka mood kharab mat hone dena. Tu strong hai, aur apne liye kuch karne wali ladki hai. Samjhi?”



Rahat (muskurate hue):

> “Tere jaise dost ho to har raat ki tension half ho jaati hai.”



Dono halki hasi me break kar deti hain. Phone cut hone ke baad Rahat apne kamre ki khidki se bahar dekhti hai — chandni halka sa glow de rahi hai. Uske chehre pe tired smile.

? Background me slow instrumental track — “Raat abhi baaki hai…”


Raat ke almost 2 baje rahe they, lekin aaj Humari Machine gun Rahat ko neend nahi aa rhai thi... Roj uske sath aisa nahi hota tha lekin shayd aaj kuch baat alag thi, ya aisa kahein ki radio station me jo kuchh hua uska asar uske dil or dimagh me kahi na kahi tha... Aadhe ghante se karwat badalne ke baad bhi wo so nahi paa rahi thi... Kuch der aise hi bistar par pade rehne ke baad use idea aaya or usne apna phone utha liya....

Scene: Late Night Group Call – Behen_Code


Screen dark hoti hai...
Mobile screen blink karta hai — Rahat calling… Behen_Code group.
Ek ek karke call connect hoti hai — Ishani, Anushka, Anisha line par aa jati hain.
Bas Arti missing hai.

Rahat (lazy tone me):
“Uff... neend hi nahi aa rahi yaar. Socha, meri behno ka mood hi kharab kar du!”

Ishani (laugh kar):
“Arre humara mood kyu? Tera koi naya crush mil gaya kya radio par?”

Rahat:
“Crush? Na baba... ab mujhe bas ek baat khaye ja rahi hai...”
(Thoda dramatic pause)
“Arti! Kahaan gayi Arti! Aaj kal to humse zyada apne Abhishek ke sath mission pe hoti hai!”

Anushka (sarcastic smile):
“Mission? Hmm... top secret operation — codename ‘bedroom confidentiality’.”

(Sab zor se hans padti hain ?)

Anisha (cute innocent tone me):
“Arey par unhone kal bola tha na ki Abhishek bhaiya late aate hain office se…”

Rahat (cheeky):
“Arey bholi, office se late aate hain par bedtime pe bilkul on time!”

(Phir sab fir se laut laut ke hasti hain. Ishani pillows se apna face dhak leti hai)

Ishani:
“Rahat, tu to seedha radio pe bol de — ‘tonight’s hot topic: Arti ka romantic record!’”

Anushka (teasing calm tone me):
“Main soch rahi hu next mission ke liye Arti se training le lete hain…”

Rahat:
“Haan haan! Training — How to handle angry saas aur romantic boss-husband at the same time!”

(Background me sab ki laughter ghoomti hai, ek second ke liye sirf giggles sunai dete hain)

Anisha (sweetly):
“Waise Arti di kitni cute hain na… unke bina group adhoora lagta hai…”

Rahat:
“Adhoora? Arey unke bina to hamara gossip bhi adhoora! Kal subah Arti ka interrogation hoga…”
(Pause)
“Sab ready rehna — full spicy questioning!”

Anushka:
“Main toh questions likh rahi hu already…”

Ishani:
“Title rakh lena — Mission Romance Uncovered!”

Sab ek saath hanste hain…
Screen fade hoti hai…
Aur background me Rahat ki voice-over sunai deti hai —
“Behen_Code — ek call, aur sari duniya hil jati hai…”

Scene: Next Morning – Arti’s Bedroom


Subah ke 7:15 baj rahe hain.
Kamre me halki halki dhoop ghus rahi hai — Arti abhi abhi uthti hai, baalon me clip lagate hue bed se uthti hai.

Uska husband Abhishek abhi bhi aadhi neend me hai, phone me news scroll kar raha hai.

Arti stretching karte hue —
“Bas do minute aur, phir kitchen...”
(Phir apna phone uthati hai)

Screen pe 47 missed messages — Behen_Code Group ??

Arti (monologue) —
“Yeh kya bhagwan... in ladkiyon ko raat bhar neend nahi aati kya?”

Wo phone kholti hai, or uth kar kisi bahane se Abhishek se door jati hai...
Group ke voice notes autoplay ho jaate hain —
Rahat ki awaaz:
“Kal ka topic Arti aur Abhishek ka romantic record! Full marks!”

Ishani:
“Haan aur training bhi do humein, Mrs. Hot Librarian!”

Anushka (sarcastic tone):
“Arti ko dekh ke lagta hai innocence ke andar volcano chhupa hai!”

Anisha:
“Main toh bas soch rahi thi unke love story par ek book likh doon — Gyaan Ganga ke Romance Tales!”

Arti ke chehre ke expressions har line ke sath badalte hain —
Pehle shock ?
Phir disbelief ?
Aur fir ek halke smirk ke sath hansi chhupane ki koshish ?

Wo halki si awaaz me bolti hai —
“Ufff ye Behen_Code wali behne... ek din meri saas ne sun liya na, to sabko library ke andar band kar dungi!”

(Abhishek side se curious hokar dekhta hai)
Abhishek:
“Kya hua? Subah subah kispe itna gussa aa raha hai?”

Arti (jaldi se phone chipkati hai):
“Kuch nahi! Just... Bas purani saheliyon ka group ke message they…”

Abhishek (muskurate hue):
“ ye konsa group hai Raat ke 2 baje romance discuss karne wala?”

(Arti ke aankh thodi badi hoti hai, thodi dari hui)
Arti:
“Tumhe kaise pata?”

Abhishek:
“Tum sochti ho volume kam hota hai? Half message mujhe bhi sunai diya tha Mrs. Hot Librarian!”

(Arti blush karti hai, thoda pillow se usse maarte hue bolti hai)
“Tum bhi na…”

Abhishek:
“Waise... unhone galat nahi kaha... volcano toh hai...”

(Arti red ho jaati hai aur phone uthake bhagti hai kitchen ki taraf)

Background me Arti ke hansi ki awaaz aur Abhishek ka teasing tone —
“Arti ji, breakfast se pehle thoda romance session kar lein kya?”

Screen fade hoti hai, aur Behen_Code group ka notification fir se pop hota hai:
Rahat: “Good morning hottie librarian ??”

[sushilt20]

Super update and great story

[momass]

bc,naam se to story farzi lagti hai ,lekin content damdaar hai

[Greenwood]

bc,naam se to story farzi lagti hai ,lekin content damdaar hai

Arey bhai
Naam me kya burai hai

[Greenwood]

Episode 8

SAB KUCH PERFECT THA,BAS WAQT GALAT THA


Scene: Arti’s Kitchen – Behen_Code Group Chat ?

(Background: soft morning chaos — cooker ki seeti, chai ki khushboo, aur Arti ke mischievous expressions)

? Rahat:
“Good morning hottie librarian ??”

? Ishani:
“Arti di, kal tumhare naam pe full gossip party thi. Ab toh confession dena padega ?”

? Anushka:
“Haan madam, itni sanskari ho fir bhi husband ke saath romance ki khabar har corner me hai ?”

? Anisha:
“Main toh bas soch rahi thi — Mrs. Arti & Mr. Abhishek ka podcast bana du, title: Gyaan Ganga ke gupshup! ?”

(Arti screen dekhke ek smirk karti hai, haath me belan pakda hai, aur phone pe reply type karti hai…)

? Arti:

> “Subah subah mujhe tease karne ka itna mann kyun karta hai tum sabko? Rahat, kal raat ka radio show tera tha ya adult counselling session?”



(Next reply, wink emoji ke sath)

? Arti:

> “Aur Ishani, madam model ho ke bhi dusron ki romance pe focus karti ho... khud ka toh abhi tak crush se ‘hi’ bhi nahi bola ?”



(Arti has kar apni chai sip karti hai, typing continues…)

? Arti:

> “Anushka ji, office me manager line marte hain aur ghar aake mujhe line sunaati ho… wah bhai wah, multitasking queen ?”



? Arti:

> “Aur Anisha… tu toh abhi bachi hai re! Gyaan Ganga ke podcast me teri entry allowed nahi ? pehle assignment complete kar le, fir ‘romance notes’ likhna!”



(Arti phone side me rakhti hai, smile karte hue kitchen counter pe jhuki hai, fir last line likhti hai…)

? Arti (last message):

> “Chalo ab sab apna kaam karo… warna aaj ka topic banaungi Behen_Code ke naughty confession day! ??”



(Uske baad sab group me emojis flood karte hain — ?????)

Background:
Pressure cooker ki seeti band hoti hai, aur Arti khud se bolti hai —
“Yeh ladkiyaan na… ek din mujhe pagal karengi.”

Camera zoom out hota hai, screen pe likha aata hai:
“BEHEN_CODE - Morning banter ends… but madness continues.”

Scene Morning Entry – Bank of Radiance


(Background: soft morning light filters through glass doors. Ek modern private bank ka interior — blue-white theme, subtle aroma of coffee, staff busy at counters. Camera floor se upar move karta hai...)

? Background Music: slow instrumental tune — soft piano with faint beats.

Footsteps echo — tak tak tak —
Silver heels, beige trousers, white silk shirt, hair neatly tied in a low ponytail.

Camera tilt hota hai —
Anushka enters the frame.
Ek calm confidence uske chehre pe. Na zyada smile, na koi ghamand — bas ek controlled grace.

Security guard respectfully greet karta hai —
“Good morning, ma’am!”

Anushka: (light smile)
“Good morning, Ramesh. System check kar lena — kal server hang hua tha.”

(Uski awaaz soft hai, lekin authority clear hai. Har staff usse dekh ke sidha ho jaata hai — ye wahi Anushka hai jiska naam branch me ‘reliable officer’ ke roop me mashhoor hai.)


---

Scene Conference Room – The Client Meeting

(Camera shift: ek bright glass cabin jahan ek table pe meeting set ho rahi hai.)

Manager (Mr. Sinha) tension me walk kar raha hai —
“Yaar yeh client bahut tough hai, kal bhi reject kar gaya tha proposal.”

Ek junior officer — nervously:
“Ma’am handle karengi na?”

(Door khulta hai — Anushka file le kar aati hai.)

Anushka: (calmly)
“Client tough ho ya easy, numbers kabhi jhoot nahi bolte.”
She places her laptop on the table.
“Bas data sahi frame me present hona chahiye.”

(Camera zoom-in — wo slide open karti hai, ek perfect presentation screen par reflect hota hai. Charts simple aur clean, har line me clarity.)

Client (impressed tone me):
“Ms. Anushka… you’ve explained this better than anyone from your branch before. I like your clarity.”

Anushka: (soft smile)
“Thank you, sir. Bank ka motto simple hai — Trust built with transparency.”

(Meeting khatam hoti hai — client handshake karta hai, approval de deta hai. Branch me ek halki si talian bajti hai. Mr. Sinha ka chehra relax ho jaata hai.)


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Scene The Applause Moment

(Camera track kare — Anushka walk kar rahi hai branch floor pe. Sab employees khush hain.)

Junior Staff (excited):
“Ma’am, client ne contract approve kar diya! Aapne toh kamaal kar diya.”

Anushka (smiling):
“Team effort tha. Sabne support kiya, warna single presentation se kuch nahi hota.”

(Uska tone humble hai, lekin aankhon me wo sharp confidence hai jo leadership define karta hai.)

Manager Sinha:
“Anushka, tum sirf apna kaam nahi karti, tum branch ka mood change kar deti ho.”

(Camera close-up on her smile — ek pal ke liye wo khidki ke bahar dekhti hai — halka sa breeze face par lagta hai. Uske aankhon me ek faint sadness ka reflection — jaise koi purani yaad.)

? Soft flashback cue starts – ek male voice faintly echoes:
"Tumhe office me sab admire karte hain... but tum ab bhi mujhse kyun door ho, Anu?"

(Flashback cut — Anushka aankhein band karti hai, fir smile forcefully wapas laati hai.)

Anushka (apne aap se):
“Some things... better left behind.”


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Scene Lunch Break – Cafeteria

(Anushka corner table pe baithi hai, coffee aur sandwich ke sath laptop open. Colleague Pooja aati hai.)

Pooja:
“Madam star ban gayi ho. Pure branch me tumhare naam ki baatein ho rahi hain.”

Anushka (light laugh):
“Bas aaj presentation sahi lag gayi. Waise bhi, kal fir new challenge ready hoga.”

Pooja:
“Tere jese logon ke liye challenge bhi confident lagta hai.”

(Anushka sip leti hai coffee ka. Ek second ke liye camera uske face pe rukta hai — smile ke peeche ek thodi thakan, ek emotional restraint.)


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Scene Evening – Branch Exit

(Bank close hone ka time. Sunlight glass pe golden shade me chamak rahi hai. Staff bye bol rahe hain.)

Security Guard:
“Good evening, ma’am.”

Anushka:
“Good evening, Ramesh. Kal 9 sharp, meeting file ready rakhna.”

(Wo apna bag shoulder pe daalti hai, ek baar peeche mud kar dekhti hai — poora branch light me khil raha hai, jaise uske andar ke discipline aur perfection ka reflection.)

? Background Music (slow violin):
“She walks alone, but she walks strong.”

(Camera slow zoom-out — Anushka gate se bahar nikalti hai, streets ki halchal me ghul jaati hai. Uska silhouette evening light me dikhai deta hai — ek self-made woman, jise duniya sirf success me dekhti hai, dard me nahi.)

Scene Ghar Ki Shaam – Maa Beti Ki Dunia


(Background: warm yellow light, chhoti si 2BHK flat, walls pe old family photos, ek shelf pe Anushka ke father ka framed photo — uniform me muskuraate hue. Kitchen se khushbu aa rahi hai — tadka lagne ki, jeera aur lehsun ki.)

? Background music: “Khushbuon ke jaise…” (soft instrumental, emotional tone)

(Camera entry — door khulta hai. Anushka ghar aati hai, thodi tired magar relaxed smile ke sath.)

Anushka:
“Maa… main aa gayi!”

Uski maa (Rukmini) kitchen se cheekhti hai:
“Arey madam, itni der kar di! Socha tha bank band ho gaya kya aaj?”

Anushka (muskurate hue bag sofa pe daalti hai):
“Client meeting thi maa… thoda late ho gaya. Par kaam accha gaya aaj.”

Rukmini (proud smile):
“Mujhe pata tha meri beti sabse best karegi. Ab bank wale bhi samjhenge ki yeh job tumhe milna likha tha.”

(Anushka shoes utar ke direct kitchen me chali jaati hai — sleeves fold karte hue.)

Anushka:
“Chalo batao, aaj kya bana rahe ho?”

Rukmini:
“Bhindi aur daal chawal. Simple ghar ka khana. Tum toh office wale fancy khana khake aa jaati ho…”

Anushka:
“Maa, mujhe toh yeh ghar ka khana hi fancy lagta hai. Office ka food plastic jaisa lagta hai.”

(Dono has padti hain. Anushka kadhai me bhindi hilane lagti hai — oil ke chhente padte hain.)

Rukmini (thoda haas ke):
“Arre sambhal ke! Abhi face pe daag pad gaya toh kal bank me sab clients tere charm ke fan kaise rahenge?”

Anushka:
“Unhe charm nahi, performance pasand hai.”
(phir aankh maar ke)
“Waise bhi beauty toh maa se mili hai mujhe.”

Rukmini (thoda blush karte hue):
“Bas bas, buttering band kar. Aaj kal ki ladkiyaan zubaan me mirch-masala le aati hain.”

(Dono ke beech ek pure, natural laughter. Background me cooker ka whistle bajta hai. Anushka haath dhote hue fridge se paani nikalti hai, dono table set karne lagti hain.)


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Scene Dinner Time – Small Talks, Big Love

(Table pe simple sa khana, ek steel ki thali, aur side me chutney. Rukmini khana serve karti hai, Anushka apne phone me ek photo scroll kar rahi hai.)

Rukmini:
“Kya dekh rahi hai phone me?”

Anushka (light smile):
“Office me sabne photo li thi meeting ke baad. Sab keh rahe the, ‘Anushka ma’am to rockstar hai’.”

Rukmini:
“Tu toh hai hi meri rockstar. Tere papa dekhte toh…”
(thoda ruk jaati hai, aankhon me halka sa paani)
“…bahut khush hote.”

(Anushka ka chehra soft ho jaata hai. Thodi der silence. Phir smile laati hai.)

Anushka (halki awaaz me):
“Mujhe pata hai maa. Papa ke bina sab kuch alag hai… lekin unki seat par kaam karna… mujhe lagta hai jaise wo mere paas hain.”

(Camera close-up — dono ke aankh me halka moisture, phir Rukmini haath badha ke Anushka ke sir pe rakh deti hai.)

Rukmini:
“Bas yahi khayal rakha kar. Kamyabi me kabhi apna asli dil mat kho dena.”

Anushka:
“Main nahi khoongi, maa. Kyunki aap ho mere saath.”

(Thoda sa pause — dono smile karte hain. Phir ek fun moment.)

Rukmini:
“Waise tujhe na shaadi kar leni chahiye. Ab tujhe dekh kar lagta hai ghar me robot reh raha hai.”

Anushka (laugh ke):
“Robot? Main?”

Rukmini:
“Haan, subah office, shaam file, raat laptop. Thoda love-life bhi rakho beti.”

Anushka (teasing tone me):
“Arey maa, aapko bhi koi serial jaisa romance chahiye kya?”

Rukmini (smiling):
“Thoda toh chahiye! Mujhe bhi dekhna hai meri beti blush karti kaisi lagti hai.”

(Anushka thoda sharma kar spoon table pe rakhti hai.)

Anushka:
“Filhal toh blush karne ka time sirf client ke appreciation pe milta hai.”

Rukmini:
“Bas wahi blush kisi acche ladke ke liye bhi rakh lena.”

(Dono fir se hans padti hain. Camera slow zoom-out — dono khana khate hue ek doosre ki baatein sun rahi hain. TV pe background me news chal rahi hai, lekin unke liye duniya wahi chhoti si table hai.)

? Background Music: “Main ghar laut aayi…” (slow, emotional female hum)


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Scene Night Reflection

(Later that night — Anushka apne room me hai. Table par uske father ka photo, ek half-burnt candle, aur diary.)

(Wo diary kholti hai aur likhti hai —)

?️

“Papa, aaj presentation approve ho gaya. Sab ne tarif ki.
Par jaise har success ke baad ek khaali si feeling hoti hai… waise hi aaj bhi hai.
Maa khush hai, main bhi hoon…
Lekin kabhi-kabhi lagta hai, mujhe bhi kisi ki ‘Anushka’ banne ka mann karta hai.”

(Camera zoom-out, light dim hoti hai. Window ke bahar moonlight gir rahi hai uske chehre par.)

? Soft piano tune plays

> “She is strong, she is calm…
But every strength hides a whisper —
Of someone she once was.”

Scene – Anushka ka Room (Present + Flashback Blend)

Raat ka waqt hai.
Anushka apne kamre ki balcony me baithi hai — haath me ek cup adhi thandi coffee ka, samne chand ki halki roshni, aur hawa me wo udasi jisme purani yaadein bas hawa ke saath chhupi hoti hain.

Uska phone table par rakha hai. Wo halki si muskaan ke saath screen unlock karti hai, gallery kholti hai… aur ek purani tasveer par ungli ruk jaati hai —
ek selfie, baarish me bheegi hui, uske sath Raghav — uska ex, uski kahani ka wo hissa jise wo bhoolna chahti hai par bhool nahi paati.

Screen par tasveer chamakti hai… aur dheere-dheere camera zoom out karta hai…

Flashback starts —

Baarish ka din tha.
Bank ke bahar bheed, logo ke haath me umbrellas, road par pani ke chhapke...
Anushka apni umbrella sambhalti hui nikalti hai — tabhi ek bike uske samne rukti hai, brakes ke sath paani ka chhanta udta hai.

Raghav (hanskar): “Oho, madam manager! Lagta hai aaj fir se aapko lift dena padega.”
Anushka (bhauen uthakar): “Lift ya chance? Dono me farak samjho, Mr. Flirt!”

Raghav bas hans padta hai. Uski aankhon me wo confident si masti, jisse Anushka hamesha haar jaati thi.
Wo bike pe baith jaati hai, aur dono baarish me bheegte hue chalte hain.

Cut to – ek chai tapri.
Baarish ka paani roof ke sheet pe padta hai, ek rhythmic sound. Raghav do cup chai laata hai.

Raghav: “Tere bina coffee ka taste bhi adhoora lagta hai…”
Anushka: “To kal se coffee bhi main hi banaungi kya, Mr. Banker?”
Dono hansi me kho jaate hain.

Kuch der baad baarish tez ho jaati hai. Dono ek chhoti chhat ke neeche aa jaate hain.
Raghav apni rumal se Anushka ke baal se girta paani pochhta hai…
ek pal ke liye dono chup ho jaate hain. Sirf baarish ki awaaz. Sirf aankhon ki baatein.

Camera slow motion me unke chehre ke close-up dikhata hai — wo pal jisme dono ke beech sirf mohabbat thi, bina lafzon ke.

Phir ek voice-over me Raghav ki purani baat goonjti hai —

> “Tere saath har baarish me ek naya season milta hai, Anu.”



Flashback fade-out hota hai…

Camera wapas current me aata hai —
Anushka ke aankh me ek aansu girta hai.
Wo wahi balcony me baithi hai, cup ab thanda ho chuka hai.
Phone screen ab bhi us purani photo par rukha hai.

Wo dheere se bolti hai —
Anushka (self talk, halki smile ke sath):
“Sab kuch perfect tha… bas waqt galat tha, Raghav.”

Background me halki hawa chalti hai, curtains udte hain.
Music fade hota hai.
Scene black ho jaata hai.

Scene – Arti & Abhishek’s Bedroom (Night)


Bedroom me halki yellow light jal rahi hai.
Abhishek bed par half blanket me letkar mobile scroll kar raha hai — face pe ek tired smile.

Bathroom se paani ki halki awaaz aa rahi hai.
Mirror ke samne Arti, apne night suit me, towel se baal pochti hai aur phone haath me le kar “Google” kholti hai.

Screen par likha hai:

> “How to do dirty talk with husband?”



Arti ka chehra ek second ke liye laal padta hai.
Wo apni aankhon me khud hi hairani ke sath hasti hai.

Arti (khud se):
“Arti… tu bhi na… kahin ye Rahat ka asar to nahi?”
(Phone me scroll karte hue muskaan dabaati hai)
“Arre yeh to saare angrezi me likha hai… koi hindi me bhi batata kya?”

Tabhi bahar se Abhishek ki awaaz aati hai —
Abhishek: “Baby, so jao na, kal office hai… kya kar rahi ho itni der se?”

Arti (jaldi se phone band karte hue):
“Aa… haan haan bas… moisturizer laga rahi thi.”

Abhishek (hanskar): “Moisturizer ya motivation?”
Arti (door se cheekh kar): “Shut up Abhishek!”

Wo bathroom se nikalti hai, lekin phone chhupake towel ke neeche rakhti hai.
Bed ke paas aake chupke se phone fir se kholti hai aur article padhne lagti hai —

> “Start with compliments... move to playful tone...”



Abhishek uski taraf dekh kar kehta hai —
“Arti, tu phone me kya padhti rehti hai raat raat bhar?”

Arti (jaldi se): “Bas bhagwan ke bhajan.”

Abhishek: “Bhajan me emoji kyu hote hain?”

Arti thoda ghabra jaati hai, phone bandh karti hai, aur bed me aake let jaati hai.
Abhishek use apni taraf kheechta hai, aur kehta hai —
“Tu kuch alag lag rahi hai aaj… kuch chal raha hai dimaag me?”

Arti aankh band karke kehti hai —
“Bas thoda… Rahat ka pravachan sun liya tha.”

Abhishek (hanskar): “Acha… fir to aaj mujhe dhyaan lagana chahiye.”

Arti aankh kholke uski taraf dekhti hai aur bolti hai —
“Tu so ja… kal Monday hai.”

Abhishek: “Haan, par ab to lagta hai raat thodi interesting hone wali hai.”

Arti pillow se uske muh pe maar deti hai.
Dono ki hansi me scene slow motion me fade hota hai —
Camera zoom karta hai Arti ke phone screen par, jahan likha hota hai:

> “Top 5 Dirty Talk Examples – For Beginners”



Screen freeze hoti hai, aur peeche se Rahat ki voice-over aati hai (radio style me):

> “Zindagi me thoda naughty hona bhi zaroori hai, warna romance bhi discipline ban jaata hai.”

[sushilt20]

Awesome update and nice story

[Greenwood]

Episode 9

FAILURE OR SOMETHING ELSE...



Scene – Ishaani’s Morning (Next Day)

Camera open hota hai —
Ek chhoti si flat, lekin beautifully organized.
Window ke bahar se sunlight ke soft rays curtain ke beech se andar aa rahe hain.
Background me coffee machine ki halki “click-click” awaaz.

Ishaani kitchen me khadi hai — ek loose T-shirt, messy bun, bina makeup ke natural face.
Uske haath me ek mug hai, aur saamne table par ek half-open modeling portfolio pada hai.

Background Sound:
Radio me Rahat ki awaaz chal rahi hai —

> “Subah ka matlab sirf chai nahi… ek nayi koshish bhi hai.”



Ishaani muskuraati hai —
“Rahat ne sahi kaha… ek aur koshish.”

Wo coffee sip karti hai, aur phone pe apna schedule check karti hai —

> 10:00 AM – Restaurant Shift
2:00 PM – Modeling Audition (South Ex)



Mirror ke paas jaake thoda makeup lagati hai, phir rukh jaati hai…
Apni aankhon me dekhti hai, jaise khud se baat kar rahi ho.

Ishaani (khud se):
“Bas Ishaani… aaj confident rehna hai. Pichli baar jese nervous nahi hona.”

Phone vibrate karta hai — aunty ka message:

> “Beta khana kha lena time se. Tumhara health girta ja raha hai.”



Ishaani ka chehra halka sa udas padta hai.
Wo reply likhti hai:

> “Don’t worry aunty, main sambhal lungi.”



Phir ek frame me —
Table par rakha photo frame dikhai deta hai — Ishaani aur uski maa ka purana photo, ek beach par.
Woh photo dekhti hai, aankhon me ek second ke liye nostalgia.

Ishaani softly:
“Maa… kabhi kabhi lagta hai sab kuch tumhe batana chahiye.”

Phir ek deep breath leti hai —
Purse uthati hai, lipstick lagati hai, aur door lock karti hai.

Background music: soft upbeat tune — “New Day Begins” type.

Lift ke andar ek chhoti si mirror reflection me wo apne bal set karti hai.
Niche building ke gate par ek fruit seller kehta hai —
“Madam ji, aaj phir jaldi ja rahi ho?”

Ishaani (hasti hui): “Late jaungi to boss ka lecture sunna padega.”

Auto rukhta hai, wo chadh kar baith jaati hai —
Camera side shot me uska confident face dikhata hai, hawa me thode baal ud rahe hain.

Voice-over (Ishaani’s thoughts):
“Har din ek nayi audition hai… zindagi me bhi.”

Camera upar lift hota hai —
Delhi ke traffic, morning hustle, horns ke beech Ishaani ka auto bheed me ghul jaata hai.

Scene – Ishaani’s Mumbai Morning (Extended & Cinematic)


Subah ke 8:30 baj rahe hain.
Camera ek slow aerial shot me Mumbai ki bheed bhadi galliyon se guzarta hai —
vendors ke thele, vada pav stalls, aur auto rickshaw ke horns.
Background me thoda humid hawa ka feel — ek aam Mumbai morning.

Cut to —
Ishaani building ke gate se nikalti hai.
White shirt, light blue jeans, hair tied loosely, ek sleek tote bag shoulder par.
Ek hand me travel coffee mug, dusre me phone.

Wo ek chhoti si sigh leti hai —
aaj phir modeling audition aur café dono juggle karne hain.

Gate ke bahar auto driver awaz lagata hai:

> “Madam, Bandra West?”
“Haan bhaiya, first Carter Road café, phir Andheri audition.”



Auto start hota hai —
Camera auto ke side se Mumbai ke fast-moving traffic ko capture karta hai.
Marine Lines, Bandra flyover, aur traffic lights ke beech se guzarta hua auto.

Auto ke radio me Rahat ka voice sunai deta hai —

> “Zindagi me kabhi traffic me atak jao to yaad rakhna —
kuch raaste rukne ke liye nahi, seekhne ke liye hote hain.”



Ishaani halki si smile karti hai, earphones nikalti hai aur lagati hai.
Background me soft pop music chalu — “Aaj phir jeene ki tamanna hai…”

Signal par auto rukta hai.
Saath me ek Royal Enfield rukti hai — us par 2 ladke, college look me.

Ek kehta hai:

> “Arey madam, audition pe ja rahi ho kya? Bandra ka model look lag raha hai!”
Dusra bolta hai:
“Smile to karo na yaar, pura din bright ho jayega!”



Ishaani unhe dekhti hai — expression totally blank.
Ek second ke liye camera uske aankhon me zoom karta hai —
wo kuch kehna chahti hai, par bas ek deep breath leti hai.

Phir calmly phone nikalti hai, earphones aur tight karti hai aur music full volume.
Unhe ignore karke apna head side turn karti hai.

Ladke aur kuch bolte hain, lekin tabhi traffic signal green ho jata hai —
auto tez nikalta hai, unke peeche chhod kar.

Camera slow motion me Ishaani ke reflection par focus karta hai —
auto ke glass me uska face aur peeche blur hoti Mumbai skyline.

Ishaani (voice-over):

> “Har din koi na koi kuch keh hi deta hai…
Par main unke words nahi, apne dreams sunna chahti hoon.”



Auto Worli Sea Face ke paas se nikalta hai — hawa me thoda namak aur moisture.
Ek chhota sa smile uske lips par aa jata hai.

Phir ek chhoti si bachchi traffic signal pe phool bechti hai —
Ishaani earphones nikalti hai.

> “Kitne ka diya?”
“Dus rupaye ka didi.”
“Yeh lo… par kal college jaana, promise?”



Bachchi haan me sir hilati hai.
Auto driver mirror me dekh kar kehta hai:

> “Madam, aap jaise log kam milte hain.”
“Nahi bhaiya… sab milte hain, bas kisi ke paas waqt nahi hota.”



Auto finally Carter Road ke bahar rukta hai food adda restaurant par
Beach side breeze, café ke bahar customers, aur ek chhoti si smile Ishaani ke chehre par.

Ek coworker (waiter) door se kehta hai:

> “Good morning superstar!”



Ishaani:

> “Superstar nahi, super tired. Coffee mil sakti hai pehle?”



Waiter:

> “Madam ke liye special cutting chai bhi chalegi!”



Wo dono haste hue café ke andar chalte hain —
background me upbeat Mumbai jazz music chalu hota hai.

Camera zoom out karta hai

Scene: Food Adda – Subah ka shift


Ishani restaurant ke glass doors se enter karti hai, light se bhara hua interior dekh kar thoda smile kar leti hai. Brick walls par neon signs jagmagate hain – “No attitude, only appetite!” aur ek wall ke corner me colorful posters college events ke. Floor polished aur counter spotless, sab kuch organized lag raha tha.

Ishani ke saath do colleagues kitchen aur floor pe kaam kar rahe the. Ek ladka, Varun, fryer ke paas french fries flip kar raha tha, aur ek ladki, Meera, table ke orders note kar rahi thi, dono hi Ishani ko dekh kar chhupke se smile karte hain.

Kitchen ki taraf se steam aur tandoor ki smell aa rahi thi. Stove par masale ki khushboo aur garlic ki aroma mix ho rahi thi. Ishani apron pehenti hai, ek quick glance kitchen ki taraf daalti hai aur manager ke paas chali jaati hai.

Manager (smiling, thoda playful):
Arre Ishani, aaj tum thodi late ho, ya bas maine hi notice kiya?

Ishani (mock serious, playful tone):
Sir, ye late hona mera signature style hai. Aur agar maine time pe aa liya, toh aapka coffee ka mood khatam ho jata na?

Manager (laughs):
Haan haan, tumhare bina toh humari subah incomplete hai. Chalo, pehle floor dekh lo, phir kitchen ke kaam start karo.

Ishani counter ke paas jaati hai, orders check karti hai, aur Meera ke saath short light-hearted conversation karti hai.

Ishani:
Meera, table 5 ke biryani ke liye extra papad laga dena, aur dekho fries overcooked na ho.

Meera (smiling):
Yes boss, aap tension mat lo.

Ishani phir kitchen ke side se smoke aur sizzling sound sunte hue check karti hai ki Varun sab fry properly kar raha hai ya nahi.

Ishani (Varun se teasing tone me):
Varun, fries thoda crispy rakhna, warna customers khush nahi honge.

Varun (grinning):
Yes chef!

Restaurant ka atmosphere thoda bustling hai – background me soft instrumental Bollywood track play ho raha hai, tables pe students aur youngsters apni coffee aur breakfast enjoy kar rahe hain, aur Ishani confidently orders manage kar rahi hai, saath hi floor aur kitchen dono ka dhyaan rakhti hai.

Scene: Food Adda – Lunch Rush


Lunchtime ka peak hai, restaurant ka interior buzzing hai. Tables pe students aur office workers, laptops aur notebooks ke saath coffee sip kar rahe hain, aur kuch groups loud laugh karte hue apni meal enjoy kar rahe hain. Neon lights thodi dim ho rahi hain, par ambience lively aur vibrant lag raha hai.

Kitchen se sizzling aur chopping ki awazein aa rahi hain. Fryer me french fries, tandoor me naan aur grills me chicken tikka chal rahe hain. Ishani apron tight kar ke orders check karti hai.

Ishani (apne colleague Meera se, softly but briskly):
Meera, table 7 ke burgers aur shakes ke liye order confirm karo. Fries crisp rakhna aur shake me double ice lagana.

Meera:
Yes Ishani, main dekh rahi hoon.

Ishani ek quick glance stove ke side deti hai, jahan Varun busy hai sizzling grills ke saath.

Ishani (Varun ko tease karte hue):
Varun, chicken thoda jaldi flip karna, warna customers humara star dish miss kar denge.

Varun (laughs, confident):
Yes chef!

Restaurant ka floor thoda chaotic ho gaya hai. Ek group table pe jor jor se laugh kar raha hai, ek ladka accidentally napkin table se gira deta hai, aur doosri side ek customer thoda loud complain karta hai ki biryani thodi cold hai.

Ishani turant move karti hai, ek quick smile ke saath customer ke paas jaakar politely:

Ishani:
Sir, sorry for the delay! Main personally ensure karungi ki aapka dish fresh aur hot serve ho.

Customer thoda relax hota hai aur smile karta hai. Ishani peeche ki taraf darti nahi, balki confidently floor aur kitchen dono ko monitor karti hai.

Tabhi manager aata hai, clipboard haath me le kar:

Manager (playful tone, thoda teasing):
Ishani, tum lunch rush me bhi full control me ho! Chalo, ab thoda handle kar lo table 9 ke teens, yeh thoda mischief wale lag rahe hain.

Ishani (smiling, sarcastic):
Sir, mischief toh yeh log hi karenge, main bas unko khana serve kar rahi hoon.

Restaurant ka chaos badh raha hai – ek waiter slip hone wala hai, par Ishani ek quick move se help karti hai. Ek ladki waiter ko support kar rahi hai, aur Ishani ke confident aur calm actions se sab kaam smoothly handle ho raha hai.

Ishani (apne colleague Meera se whisper me):
Meera, notice karo, jitna bhi chaos ho, humari team ka teamwork perfect lag raha hai.

Meera (laughs):
Haan boss, aap hi ka magic hai.

Kitchen aur floor ke coordination me Ishani ka focus clear hai. Orders correct, plates hot aur customers satisfied. Restaurant ka ambience lively hai, lekin Ishani ka calm aur composed nature sab chaos ke beech shining point lagta hai.

Finally, rush khatam hota hai, customers happy, staff thoda exhausted, aur Ishani ek deep breath le kar smile karti hai, apron adjust karte hue.

Ishani (apne aap se, softly, proud tone me):
Aur haan, multitasking aur patience ka yahi result hota hai.

Lunch rush ke baad, Ishani counter ke paas se thodi der orders check kar rahi hoti hai. Phir apni watch dekhti hai aur ek chhoti si gasp ke saath bolti hai:


Ishani (khud se, worried):
Oh shittt… 2 baje ka appointment tha aur main abhi yahan…

Wo turant manager ke paas jati hai, professional aur polite tone me:

Ishani:
Sir, mujhe thodi der leave chahiye. Ek personal appointment hai, 30-40 minute me wapas aa jaungi.

Manager ek quick nod deta hai, thoda confused, par Ishani already office uniform ke upar coat adjust karti hai aur apni bag le kar rush me washroom ki taraf jaati hai.

Scene: Washroom / Quick Change

Ishani washroom me enter karti hai aur mirror ke saamne khadi hoti hai. Jaldi jaldi apne casual modeling outfit me change karti hai – fitted top, stylish trousers, aur sneakers. Hair ko dhire se tie karti hai aur makeup ka final touch lagati hai.

Ishani (khud se, mirror ke samne, monologue style):
Food Adda aur modeling… dono alag duniya… Ek taraf restaurant ka chaos, aur doosri taraf lights, cameras aur professional shots. Kaash scooty raat ko puncture na hota, toh ab tak ka pahuch gayi hoti…

Wo apna phone nikal kar auto book karti hai aur driver ke liye bolti hai:

Ishani:
Bhaiya, thoda jaldi uda do, time kam hai.

Scene: Auto Ride / Reflection

Auto me beth kar Ishani apni bag apne lap par rakhti hai. Bahar Mumbai ka traffic, horns, aur logon ka shor, lekin Ishani apni world me hai. Wo apne modeling assignment ke liye mentally prepare hoti hai:

Ishani (khud se, softly):
Camera ke samne confident rehna hai… perfect posture, smile aur poora attitude. Food Adda ka hardworking Ishani aur modeling ki glamorous Ishani… dono ka balance maintain karna hai.

Auto traffic se fight karte hue slowly modeling studio ki taraf badh rahi hoti hai. Auto driver ka horn aur logon ki chillaahat me Ishani focused reh kar apne thoughts me busy hai.

Ishani (murmur karte hue):
Bas 30 minute aur… phir lights, makeup, aur shoots… aur phir wapas restaurant… kaise manage karun ye sab…

Auto studio ke saamne rukti hai. Ishani deep breath leti hai, bag adjust karti hai aur confidently auto se ut kar modeling studio ki taraf chali jaati hai.

Scene: Modeling Studio – Arrival

Auto studio ke bahar rukti hai. Ishani deep breath leti hai, bag adjust karti hai aur confident steps me studio ke andar enter karti hai. Lekin jaise hi usne wall clock dekha, uske hoosh ud gaye:

Ishani (khud se, shocked):
3 baj gaye… appointment ka time bhi chala gaya…

Studio ka interior modern aur classy hai – white walls, bright lights, aur sleek furniture. Reception ke samne ek receptionist busy computer me typing kar rahi hai. Studio me aur bhi models aur staff ka halka hustle hai.

Ishani receptionist ke paas jaakar politely bolti hai:

Ishani:
Hi… meri appointment thi aaj…

Receptionist thodi regretful tone me bolti hai:

Receptionist:
Madam… aap late ho gaye. Sir ab busy hain. Thoda intezaar karna padega…

Ishani ke chehre par thodi disappointment aati hai, lekin wo gracefully sofe ki taraf jaakar beth jaati hai. Sofe par ek aur ladki already bethi hoti hai – shayad 20s me, simple aur vulnerable look ke saath. Ladki dhire dhire bas roye ja rahi hoti hai, bina kisi aawaz ke.

Ishani table se ek water bottle uthati hai, ek sip leti hai, fir dheere se ladki ki taraf dekhti hai. Uske aankhon me thodi empathy aur curiosity saath hi concern bhi dikhai deta hai.

Ishani (khud se, softly):
Kya hua is ladki ko… itna udaas kyu lag rahi hai…

Ishani pani ki bottle wapas table par rakhti hai aur quietly ladki ko observe karti hai, thoda patience ke saath, jaise samajhne ki koshish kar rahi ho ki kya hua…

Ishani dheere se ladki ke paas jaati hai aur uske kandhe par haath rakh deti hai, gentle aur supportive tone me:


Ishani:
Dekho… agar tum aaj select nahi hui, iska matlab yeh nahi ki tum kabhi nahi ho paogi…

Ladki Ishani ko ghore se dekhti hai, uski aankhon me thodi confusion aur dard saaf dikh raha hai. Ishani thoda sa smile karti hai, encouraging tone me baat continue karti hai:

Ishani:
Ab tum mujhe hi dekhlo… main kitne saalon se try kar rahi hoon, aur abhi tak koi major success nahi mili…

Ladki apni feelings ko rok nahi pati, aur foot-foot kar rone lagti hai. Ishani thodi ghabra jaati hai, haath se ladki ko gently pani deti hai:

Ishani:
Lo, ye lo… bas thoda sa control karo, shant ho jao…

Ladki pani se ek sip leti hai, fir dheere se bolti hai:

Ladki:
Main nakamyabi ke liye nahi ro rahi… balki…

Ishani uski baat sunkar hil jaati hai, pairo se zameen khisak jaati hai, jaise poora system hi hil gaya ho. Ladki ka expression serious aur intense hai, aur Ishani samajh gayi ki yeh sirf rejection ka dard nahi ha

Scene: Food Adda – Ishani ka wapas aana

Ishani restaurant ke entrance par khadi hoti hai, thodi thaki hui par focused. Lunch rush ke baad ka shor ab dheere dheere kam ho raha tha.

Wo dheere se counter ke paas jaati hai, apron dobara pehenti hai aur kitchen ki taraf badh jaati hai.

Uske dimag me abhi bhi wo ladki ki baatein ghoom rahi thi: “Main nakamyabi ke liye nahi ro rahi… balki…”
Ishani ka dil thoda bhari hai, par wo poora concentrate kar rahi thi apne kaam par.

Ishani (apne aap se):
Chalo… ab kaam pe dhyan do. Ladki ke emotions important hai, par customer aur kitchen bhi manage karna hai.

Wo plates arrange kar rahi thi, orders le rahi thi, aur har cheez ko apni perfect speed aur efficiency se handle kar rahi thi.
Kitchen me chef aur staff bhi notice kar rahe the ki Ishani apne kaam me kitni focused hai, jaise har stress aur distraction ko ignore kar rahi ho.

Ishani (apne aap se, softly):
Bas… ek kaam complete, ek ladki ka thoda comfort… aur phir apne modeling aur restaurant dono ka kaam perfectly manage.

Camera angle kitchen ki taraf shift hota hai, jahaan Ishani tezi se plates serve kar rahi hai, aur background me restaurant ka subtle hustle-bustle dikh raha hai.
Even in her mind, wo ladki ki baaton ko recall karti hai, par apne professional self ko poora handle kar rahi hai.

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Wonderful update and nice story

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Wonderful update and nice story

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Episode 10




Scene: Behen_Code – Emergency Mission Call

Raat ka waqt, lekin har ek ladki apne-apne kaam me busy thi. Aur phir ek hi time, unke phones me ek saath beep-beep ki awaaz gunjti hai.

Split frame view:

Arti: Gyaan Ganga ke kitchen me chopping kar rahi hai, haath me knife aur ek cutting board, aur background me stove par sabziyan sizzle ho rahi hain. Phone ka beep sunte hi, wo knife ko thodi der ke liye rok deti hai aur phone check karti hai.

Rahat: Radio Zindagi ke liye apne auto se nikal rahi hai, headset pehene, headset ka wire thoda tang kar raha tha, aur beep sunte hi wo phone ko side se pakadti hai aur screen par message dekhti hai. Uski aankhon me thodi curiosity aur alertness dikh rahi thi.

Anisha: Hostel ke kamre me apne laptop ke saamne bethi assignments kar rahi thi. Pen ko haath me ghumate hue, wo phone ka beep sunte hi apna kaam rokti hai, aur phone ko uthakar screen dekhti hai.

Anushka: Money from Heaven Bank se apne ghar ke liye car me nikal rahi thi. Steering pe haath, ek haath me phone, aur Bluetooth se commands de rahi thi. Beep sunte hi wo car ko dheere brake laga kar side me kheenchti hai aur message check karti hai.


Screen par message:
"Emergency mission! All girls assemble ASAP. Behen_Code is loading..."

Sab ladkiyon ki aankhon me ek hi expression – alert aur ready mode.

Arti (apne aap se, half-smile):
Bas yehi kaam hamesha se sabse exciting bana deta hai… chal, dekhte hai aaj kya challenge hai.

Rahat (Bluetooth me, Anushka se thoda tease karte hue):
Tu bhi apni car ke saath ready ho na? Maan rahi ho ki mere auto ka speed tu match kar paogi?

Anushka (smirk karte hue, Bluetooth me):
Challenge accepted, babu… dekhenge kaun pehle location pe pahuchta hai.

Anisha (quietly, apni hostel se):
Arre yaar, aaj bhi late nahi ho sakte… phone ka GPS sabko track karega ya kya?

Sab ek hi frame me, split screen ke tarah, ready mode me apne devices aur rides ke saath. Cinematic camera zoom karta hai sab par ek ek karke, aur background me suspenseful music slowly build hota hai.

Ishani (Food Adda se nikalte hue, auto me, apni earphones ke saath):
Mission ke liye ready… ladkiyan, chalo!

Camera aerial shot:
Mumbai ki busy streets, auto, car aur scooty ek saath move karte hue. Sabki aankhen focused, determination aur adrenaline se bhari hui.

Screen text overlay:
"Behen_Code is on a mission. Time to save. All girls in action..."

Scene: Behen_Code Meeting – Aaji ke ghar


Aaji ka ghar, chhoti si cozy living room, jahan purane furniture aur warm lights ka combination tha. Sofe par sari ladkiya ek saath bethi hui thi. Coffee table par chai aur snacks bhi rakhe hue the.

Arti: Apne ghar ke kaam me busy, lekin Bluetooth ke zariye meeting me barabar apni attendance deti hai.

Aerial/Zoom Shot: Camera slowly ladkiyon ke upar move karta hai, showing Ishani, Anushka, Rahat aur Anisha.

Ishani (thodi thodi tension ke saath, baat start karti hai):
“Doston… aaj subah ka scene… thoda… intense tha. Main modeling assignment ke liye gayi thi, par late ho gayi. Jab mai waha pahuchi, receptionist ne bataya ki sir busy hain, aur… aur waha ek ladki… wo quietly ro rahi thi… bina awaaz ke…”

Ishani ke haath thoda tense hoke bottle ke upar rakh gaye, uski aankhen waha ladki ko yaad kar rahi thi.

Anisha (half joking, half serious):
“Matlab… audition me cheating ho rahi thi kya?”

Ishani (serious tone, sobering her expression):
“Cheating? Nah… doston… it's more dangerous than that… casting couch.”

Sofe par baithi Anushka aur Rahat ka chehra shock aur seriousness se bhar gaya.

Anushka (thoda whispering, disbelief me):
“Kya? Yani… ladkiyon ko exploit kiya ja raha hai audition ke naam pe?”

Rahat (frowning, clenching her fist):
“Ye sirf audition nahi hai… ye system hi corrupt hai… hum… hum kuch karna hi padega.”

Aaji (calmly, par firm):
“Bas yahi kaam humara hai, bachiyan… jo bhi mushkil ho, hum saath hain. Par hamesha yaad rakho, careful aur smart rahna padega. Ye log rich aur powerful hain… par hum bhi smart hain.”

Ishani (determined, leaning forward):
“Main waha thi… aur maine dekha. Wo ladki… aur dusri ladkiya… aur ye system… we need to act fast.”

Sofa par baithi ladkiya ek dusre ko dekhti hain, seriousness aur determination se bhari hui. Background me suspenseful music ka low beat chal raha hai.

Camera close-up: Ishani ka face, uski aankhen thodi wet, lekin determination se bharpur.

Cut to Aaji:
Aaji softly smile karte hue, ladkiyon ke liye ek supportive aura create kar rahi hai.

Scene end hota hai:
Sare ladkiyon ka close-up, ekdusre ko nod karte hue, ready for action

Scene: Behen_Code Mission Planning – Aaji ke ghar

Sofa par sab ladkiya ek tight circle me bethi hui thi, ekdum focused. Ishani ne puri baat batayi, sabke expressions serious aur tense the.

Arti (ekdum interrupt karte hue):
“Ek minute, meri bandookon… suno sab! Ye log… ye bahut powerful aur rich hain. Hum aise direct action nahi le sakte… samjhi?”

Sofa par sab ladkiyon ki aankhen Arti par thi. Ishani thodi nod karte hue bolti hai:

Ishani:
“Right… tum sahi keh rahi ho Arti… aur isi liye maine ye urgent meeting bulayi hai.”

Anushka (thoda impatient, determined):
“Head Madam… ab banao koi plan! Time waste nahi karna!”

Arti thodi der soch kar, phir Ishani se puchti hai:

Arti:
“Us ladki ko… casting couch ke liye… kab jaane ko bola tha?”

Ishani:
“Parso, Arti.”

Sofe par Anisha thoda tension ke saath bolti hai:

Anisha:
“Matlab… humare paas bas ek din ka time hai.”

Arti ek minute soch kar, fir ekdum firm tone me bolti hai:

Arti:
“Theek hai… jaise main batati hoon… waise hi karna hai. Har step follow karna… bina koi gadbad kiye.”

Sofa par sab ladkiyon ke chehre par ek sukoon aa gaya. Sabne ek dusre ki taraf dekha aur silently nod kiya.

Camera close-up: Arti ka face, confident aur determined.

Ishani, Anushka aur Anisha: Sab tight-lipped aur focus, ready to absorb every word of Arti ka plan.

Background: Soft suspenseful music chal raha tha, jaise har ek minute kaafi important ho.

Cut to Aaji: Aaji quietly sofa ke end me bethi, supportive smile ke saath ladkiyon ko dekh rahi thi.

Scene end: Arti ke plan ka suspense create karte hue, sab ready for action.

Scene: Gyaan Ganga – Arti ki Chhupi Si Pal (Morning / Day)


Gyaan Ganga ki shelves se halki dhool si udti hai jab subah ki dhoop glass window se dheere dheere andar aa rahi hoti hai. Books ki meethi khushboo aur paper ki halki shuffling ka sound library ko comfortable silence deta hai.

Arti apni usual desk par baithi hai — register, late returns wali list, aur ek steaming mug chai uske paas. Log aate jaate hain, par uski duniya thodi alag hai. Aaj uske mood me thodi si halka sa mischief hai. Usne thodi privacy me apna phone nikal liya aur jawani wali curiosity se kuch romantic/steamy stories (non-explicit) scroll karne lagti hai — bas thoda flirtatious lines aur sweet imaginations, jaise koi chhota sa naughty novel. Uske hothon par ek chhupa hua smile aa jata hai.

Arti ek paragraph padh kar chupke se laugh karti hai, phir chai ki sip leti hai. Usne socha tha ye private moment chhupa ke enjoy karegi — library me job, ghar me life, aur thoda apni khushi bhi.

Tabhi usne feel kiya — jaise koi nazar uspar tik gayi ho. Arti apni nazar upar uthati hai, aur corner se wo ladka phir nazar aa gaya — wahi college-student jise pehle bhi usne mehsoos kiya tha. Wo ek do rows door ek table par khada ya baitha hai (couch style study area), ek book pakde, par uski nazar seedhi Arti par tikhi hui hai. Uski nazar me koi casual curiosity nahi, balki ek halki si intensity thi — jaise wo Arti ke har chhote se expression ko note kar raha ho.

Arti pehle thodi si surprise hoti hai — phir thoda chill. Usne phone ko dhakka de kar screen ko thoda side me rakha, par phone ki activity jaise hi rukti hai, ladke ki nazar aur bhi zyada noticeable ho jati hai. Wo ladka ek second me apni nazar hata leta hai, phir phir se kisi aur article me pretend karke padhne lagta hai — par uski body language batati thi ki wo dekh raha hi hai.

Arti ke andar ek strange mix ubhar aata hai — thoda sharmahat, thoda annoyance, aur thoda curiosity bhi. Usne socha pehle ignore karna behtar hai; library me scandal pasand nahi. Par ek chhoti si cheeky soch bhi dimag me aati hai jab usne ek story me padha tha ki ek young teacher ek student ko seduce karti hai or fir dono me dirty sex hota hai, Arti ke mann me pata nahi kaha se yeh khyaal ubhar kar aa gaya ki — “Agar wahi baar baar ghoor raha hai, toh main thoda game khel leti hoon.” Usne dil me muskurate hue apna pen uthaya aur ek book ka page intentionally loudly flip kar diya, taaki uska movement natural lage — par ek nazar front me dekhne ke liye.

Ladka thoda awkward ho gaya, apni book ko utha ke chhupaane ki koshish ki, par Arti ne halki si smile ke saath apna kaam jari rakh liya. Uske andar ek chhota sa thrill tha — yeh ek harmless attention hai, lekin Arti janti thi ki boundaries maintain karna zaruri hai. Wo phir se apne papers me ghus gayi, par uski aankhon ke kone se wo ladka kabhi kabhi nazar aa jaata — library ki shadow me, ek suspenseful presence.

Camera slow-pan karta hai: Arti ka calm face, uska phone side me rakha hua, aur us table ke corner me ladka — dono ke beech me ek ankahe se tension ka vibe. Screen pe ek subtle text overlay: “Kuch nazrein sirf dekhati nahi; wo chhup kar kahaniyan likhti hain.”

Scene: Money from Heaven Bank – Anushka ka Power Moment (Day)


Bank ke main hall me subah ka hustle tha, log apni counter ke kaam me busy, computers ka typing aur ATM ke alert sounds ka mix. Glass doors ke through sunlight dheere-dheere andar aa rahi thi, aur Anushka apni sleek office attire me confidently entry leti hai — light grey blazer, white inner, aur neatly tied ponytail. Her heels ki subtle click click sound hall me ek rhythm create kar rahi thi.

Anushka apne desk par jati hai, laptop open karti hai, aur ek file ko meticulously check karte hue client ke final approval ke liye call karte hai.

Anushka (softly, to herself):
“Bas ek aur baar check kar lo… mistakes nahi honi chahiye.”

Call ke baad client ke taraf se confirmation aata hai. Anushka instantly smile kar leti hai aur manager ko email forward kar deti hai — deal successfully done.

Manager (overjoyed, clapping hands lightly):
“Wah Anushka! Tumne phir se kamaal kar diya. Ye deal tumhare bina possible nahi thi. Tum sach me MFHB ka star ho!”

Anushka politely smile karti hai, thoda blush karti hai par confident tone me bolti hai:

Anushka:
“Sir, team ki help ke bina kuch nahi hota. Lekin yes, deal finalize karna humari responsibility bhi hai, right?”

Manager uske kaam se itna khush hota hai ki office me pass-by employees bhi Anushka ko secretly admire karte hai. Ek chhota sa murmur hall me sunai deta hai: “Woh ladki phir se center of attraction hai…”

Anushka desk par baithi, calmly chai sip leti hai, aur apne next task ke liye ready ho jati hai. Camera slow-pan karta hai: Anushka ke determined eyes, her laptop screen, aur manager ke khushi bhare expressions — pura hall ek cinematic vibe ke saath focus kar raha hai Anushka par.

Narration (voice-over, Anushka ka monologue):
“Kaam hi mera passion hai… aur main chahti hoon ki har task perfect ho. Chahe bank ka deal ho ya Behen_Code ka mission, dedication kabhi compromise nahi hoti.”

Scene: Ishani – College Washroom Gossip (Morning)

Collage ka subah ka hustle. Students apne classes ke liye bhaag rahe hain, cafeteria se chai aur samosa ki smell aa rahi hai. Ishani apni backpack ke saath washroom ke ek corner me khadi hai, thodi relaxed aur casual vibes me — simple kurti, jeans, aur hair loosely tied.

Washroom ke ek bench par uski 3-4 saheliyan baithi hain, haath me books aur notebooks leke, ek corner me gossip me busy. Ishani waha aati hai, smile karte hue unke pass baithti hai aur apni bag se water bottle nikal kar sip karti hai.

Saheli 1 (whispering, excited):
“Arre suna tumhare collage me last week ka drama? Class 12 ke lads ne library me kya kiya tha?”

Saheli 2 (giggling):
“Ha ha! Pata hai na… aur Principal ne bhi notice kar liya tha. Full chaos ho gaya tha!”

Ishani sirf smile karti hai, thodi der sochti hai aur phir apni tone me casual reply deti hai:

Ishani:
“Seriously girls, ye sab drama kaafi hai. Main toh bas apni assignments pe focus kar rahi hoon. Lekin haan, library ke incident me thoda funny tha.”

Saheliyan hansti hain aur ek aur topic pe shift hoti hain — cafeteria ke naye menu aur kaun kaun late aa raha hai lectures me. Ishani apni notebook me notes banate hue quietly sun rahi hoti hai.

Narration (voice-over, Ishani ka monologue):
“College ke chhote chhote gossip aur drama… ye sab ek alag hi duniya hai. Main apni studies me busy hoon, lekin kabhi kabhi ye sab bhi life ka part lagta hai. Lekin main apni goals pe focused hoon — chahe restaurant ho ya modeling…”

Scene me ek cinematic slow-pan hota hai: Ishani ke thoughtful face, saheliyon ke chatter, aur washroom ki subtle morning light — pura vibe realistic aur lively.

Scene: Rahat – Morning at Home (Usual Day)


Subah ki halki dhoop Rahat ke bedroom ki curtain se filter ho rahi hai. Rahat bed par stretch karte hue uthti hai, soft cotton nightwear me. Aankhen thodi si heavy, par woh apni daily routine ke liye ready hai.

Room ka atmosphere simple aur cozy hai — ek side pe bookshelf, thoda cluttered desk, bedside table pe alarm clock aur kuch personal diaries.

Rahat apne bed ke side me slippers pehenti hai, phir kitchen ki taraf chalti hai. Kitchen me maa, Rukhsana, already breakfast prepare kar rahi hoti hain — roti, sabzi, aur chai ki khushboo.

Rahat (softly, apne aap se):
“Chalo, aaj ka show bhi tight hai… bas thoda energy chai se hi milegi.”

Rukhsana chhupke se uska expression dekhti hai, jaise hi woh khud bhi worried aur thoughtful ho jaye.

Rahat plate me breakfast le leti hai aur dining table par baith kar khati hai. Uska father, Imdad, pichle kuch din se uski baaton se irritate ho kar breakfast ke time me chhoti chhoti jhijhak create karte hain.

Imdad (grumpy, muttering):
“Abhi bhi time pe nahi uthti, radio ka show aur tumhari har baatein… humesha udaas rehti ho.”

Rahat thodi hurt hoti hai, par chup rehkar plate me khana chabati hai.

Narration (Rahat ka monologue):
“Papa ko shayad mera passion samajh me nahi aata. Radio ka show, meri masti, meri zindagi… par main apni duniya me khush hoon. Kabhi kabhi ye chhoti chhoti baatein hi zindagi ko thoda heavy bana deti hain.”

Rukhsana quietly kitchen me khadi, unke beech ki tension dekhkar thodi si chinta me hoti hain, par khud bhi support karne ka plan banati hain.

Scene cinematic slow-pan ke sath: Rahat ke thoughtful face, breakfast ka simple atmosphere, aur father ki grumpy shadow — ek realistic morning vibe create hoti hai.


Scene: Ishani – Food Adda Restaurant, Same Morning

Subah ka hustle-bustle gradually thoda calm hua tha, lekin Food Adda ab bhi apni usual energy me tha. Wooden tables aur chairs neatly arranged, ek side pe open kitchen jahan chefs chopping aur saute kar rahe the, aur thodi si masala aur oil ki khushboo pure restaurant me ghul rahi thi.

Ishani counter ke paas khadi, uniform me perfectly pressed, apron tied tight. Uske hair neatly braided, kaan me earphones. Order tickets ke saath multitasking me busy, customer ko politely guide karte hue.

Kuch students aur office-goers tables par baith kar coffee aur snacks enjoy kar rahe the. Waiters tezi se order serve kar rahe the, aur kitchen se chefs occasional calls aur sizzling sounds aa rahe the.

Ishani (apne aap se, soft monologue):
“Yeh morning rush hamesha hectic hota hai… par ek alag hi energy hai. Bas kaam me fully focus karna aur apni life me khud ko control me rakhna.”

Kitchen Manager (light-hearted tone):
“Ishani, 25 ke table ka order ready kar do, aur vo dosa wale order bhi time pe serve karna.”

Ishani (smile karte hue):
“Yes sir, on it!”

Ishani carefully plates arrange karte hue, table tak order le jaati hai. Ek colleague nearby uska tray lift karne me help karta hai. Restaurant ka ambience busy, lively aur professional feel de raha hai.

Camera pan: Ishani ka determined aur focused face, chefs ka sizzling wok, customers ki chatter aur waiters ka hustle — ek realistic, cinematic morning vibe.

Scene: Evening – Rahat & Anushka, Same Frame Parallel


Shaam ka light thoda warm golden, streets pe traffic ka usual rush.

Rahat: Apne ghar se nikalti hai, bag shoulder pe, earphones lagaye, auto ke liye gate ki taraf ja rahi hai. Phone pe check karte hue apne radio schedule ka note.

Rahat (soft monologue):
“Chalo, aaj ka show kuch alag hona chahiye… audience ko bhi full entertainment mile aur mood bhi mera thoda halka ho jaye.”

Auto aati hai, Rahat jump karti hai, driver ko bolti hai:
“Bhaiya, jaldi pohcha do Radio Zindagi, show ka time hai.”

Cut to Anushka:

Anushka apne bank se ghar ke liye nikalti hai, car park se drive start karti hai. She’s in her sharp office outfit, hair neatly tied, sunglasses on. Car ke stereo me soft music chal raha hai.

Anushka (apne aap se):
“Bas ghar pahunchkar maa ke saath thodi chai aur khana, fir relax.”

Camera pan out: city streets, golden light, dono alag-alag vehicles me, lekin ek hi frame me parallel motion me. Ek cinematic aerial shot me auto me Rahat aur car me Anushka, dono apni respective journeys me.

Scene: Arti’s Kitchen – Mission Reminder

Setting: Arti kitchen me busy hai, stove pe pan me sabzi sauté ho rahi hai, background me thoda gas ka hiss aur knife chopping ka sound. Phone Bluetooth se connected hai, group call active hai.

Arti (serious tone, thodi playful edge ke saath):
“Girls… ek minute meri bandookon… suno, kal ka mission hai, aur main chahti hoon ki sabko clear ho kya karna hai. Samjho, koi bhi late nahi hoga, koi bhi miss nahi karega. Aaji ke ghar se start karna hai, timing perfect honi chahiye.”

Ishani (via Bluetooth, focused):
“Samajh gayi head madam. Main apni scooty ready rakhungi aur ladki ke safe pick-up ke liye stand by rahungi.”

Anushka (smirking, playful tone):
“Head madam, main car me full ready hoon, Bluetooth se guide kar rahi hoon. Agar koi road me gadbad ki koshish kare, to main unka pichha pakad lungi.”

Anisha (slightly nervous, lekin determined):
“Main bhi ready hoon, hostel se seedha Aaji ke ghar pahunch jaungi. Late nahi honi hai.”

Arti (teasing, but firm, chopping vegetables ke saath):
“Good… aur yaad rakhna, patience aur observation sabse important hai. Kisi bhi galat step ka matlab mission fail. Main tum logon ke peeche nahi, tumhare saath hoon.”

Ishani (laughing lightly):
“Head madam, tension mat lo. Hum log trained soldiers ki tarah behave karenge.”

Anushka (fun banter, via Bluetooth):
“Arti ji, thodi worry kam karo. Agar koi gadbad ki koshish kare, to main usse ek dum stylish style me handle kar lungi. Just follow my lead.”

Arti (soft chuckle, then serious tone):
“Perfect. Ab jaise maine bola, waise karna hai. Sabko exact timing follow karna hai. Koi bhi late nahi… koi bhi miss nahi. Clear?”

Sab (in unison, confidently):
“Clear head madam!”

Camera pan out: Arti ke determined face pe close-up, background me stove ki warm light aur chopping sounds, Bluetooth me sab ladkiyon ki synchronized confirmation ki voices echo kar rahi hain.

Arti (monologue, softly to herself):
“Kal ka din… perfect hona chahiye. Sabko safe wapas laana hai… Behen_Code ka mission kabhi fail nahi hoga.”

[sushilt20]

Awesome update and nice story

[Greenwood]

Episode 11




Scene: Morning – Mission Day (Today)

EXT. MUMBAI STREETS – 7:00 A.M.

Aerial shot — Mumbai jaag chuki hai.
Sadkon par autos, office-goers, newspaper vendors.
Kahin corner me ek chai stall se uthti steam.
Background me ek light pulsing beat, jo mission-day ki energy ko build karta hai.


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CUT TO: ARTI’S KITCHEN – SAME TIME

Arti apron pehne gas ke samne khadi hai.
Stove pe parathe sek rahe hain, ek haath se chai stir kar rahi hai, aur dusre haath me mobile — Bluetooth connected.
Uske chehre par calm seriousness, par aankhon me ek alag focus hai.

Peeche se saas ki aawaz aati hai,
“Arti, tumhara breakfast ready hai na?”
Arti: “Haan maa ji, bas ek minute.”

Phone vibrate karta hai —
Group notification: BEHEN_CODE – Ready For Today?

Arti halki si smile karti hai, screen dekh kar softly kehti hai,
“Ready? Hum kab ready nahi hote.”

Wo apni cup uthati hai, ek sip leti hai, aur message reply karti hai:

> ✅ “Everyone stays sharp. Today is the day.”




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CUT TO: ANUSHKA – BANK PARKING AREA

Anushka formal outfit me — navy blue shirt, cream trousers, hair neatly tied.
Wo apni car lock karti hai, ek deep breath leti hai.
Aaj uske chehre pe usual calm ke saath thoda mission confidence bhi hai.

Uska phone blink karta hai — Arti ka message.
Anushka softly: “Bas aaj kaam khatam hote hi, main bhi ready.”

Wo bank ke andar jaate hue apne reflection me khud ko dekhti hai — confident smile ke saath kehti hai,
“Let’s make today count.”


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CUT TO: RAHAT – RADIO STATION AUTO RIDE

Auto ka horn, Mumbai ka rush hour.
Rahat apne mic bag ko lap par rakhe baithi hai, earphones me apni show ke intro beats chal rahi hain.
Phone par group notification blink karta hai.

Rahat softly: “Behen_Code is online… aur main bhi.”

Auto driver poochta hai,
“Madam, aaj kuch special show hai kya?”
Rahat (smiling): “Special show nahi bhaiya, special din hai.”


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CUT TO: ISHANI – RESTAURANT BACKDOOR

Kitchen me hamesha ki tarah hustle chal raha hai.
Ishani apron utar kar ek hook par latkati hai, aur apni bag me kuch cheeze daalti hai —
ek folded note, ek black hoodie, ek pair of gloves.

Mirror ke saamne ruk kar apne reflection se softly bolti hai:
“Bas aaj ka din… phir sab clear.”

Manager door se chillata hai,
“Ishani! Aaj off liya hai na?”
Ishani: “Haan sir, thoda urgent kaam hai.”

Wo bag shoulder pe leti hai aur door se nikal jaati hai — uske chehre pe confidence aur ek chhoti si smile.


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CUT TO: ANISHA – HOSTEL ROOM

Hostel ke kamre me morning light aa rahi hai.
Bed par scattered notebooks, ek corner me laptop, aur desk par coffee mug.
Anisha apna bag pack kar rahi hai — ek pen drive, kuch folded papers, pepper spray.

Phone vibrate karta hai — Group call incoming: BEHEN_CODE.
Wo turant Bluetooth earbud lagati hai aur cheerful tone me bolti hai:
“Good morning meri team! Ready for action?”


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CUT TO: AAJI’S HOUSE – LIVING ROOM

Warm, cozy room. Table par laptop, papers, aur ek purani security officer cap.
Darwaza knock hota hai — Ishani andar aati hai, uske peeche Anushka aur Anisha.
Sab ek sath sofa ke aas-paas settle ho jati hain.

Aaji (teasing smile ke sath):
“Aree wah, meri tigresses punctual ho gayi aaj! Mission ka din lagta hai sach me serious hai.”

Bluetooth speaker se Rahat ki voice aati hai:
“Main bhi line par hoon Aaji, aur haan, chai peene ka promise mat bhoolna!”

Aaji (laugh ke saath):
“Tumhe to ek din garam chai me ubalna padega, tab shaant hogi.”

Sab hasti hain, ek chhoti si light moment — phir silence.
Ishani (serious tone):
“Alright girls, focus. Aaj hamara D-day hai.
Sab jagah pe time se pahuchna, koi delay nahi.”

Arti (Bluetooth par):
“Sabko apni roles yaad hai na? Kal ki tarah confusion nahi chahiye. Aur koi bhi emotional nahi hoga, understood?”

Anushka: “Roger that, Captain Arti.”
Rahat: “Captain nahi, Arti Bond!”

Sab ek saath hasti hain.
Camera circle me unke faces capture karta hai — ek confident, ek nervous, ek calm, ek excited.

Aaji chai ka cup table par rakhti hai aur softly bolti hai:
“Jaao meri sherni log… aaj kisi ka ghamand tootega.”

Scene: “THE PRODUCER’S DEN” – EVENING


EXT. BANDRA – A posh sea-facing apartment building – 6:45 PM

Golden sunset ke saath Mumbai ke skyline ka wide shot.
Camera zoom karta hai ek glass façade wale luxury flat par —
nameplate pe likha hai:
“Mr. R. Khanna – Film & Casting Agency”

Building ke gate ke bahar ek white Mercedes already khadi hai.
Security guard lazily register me entry likh raha hai.
Ek black sedan dheere se corner pe rukti hai —
andar Anushka baithi hai, formal outfit me, dark glasses lagaye.

Wo Bluetooth me softly bolti hai:
“Team, position check.”


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CUT TO:

Rahat – auto ke andar, road ke opposite side par
Earphones me mic connected hai, lap me ek small recorder.
Rahat: “Audio line clear hai. Camera feed ready.”

Uske bag me chhupa mini transmitter green blink karta hai.


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CUT TO:

Anisha – building ke andar, as ‘delivery girl’ disguise me.
Uske hath me ek pizza box aur bag me micro spy cam.
Lift ka button dabate hue softly bolti hai:
“Delivery aa rahi hai, third floor — target confirmed.”

Uske chehre pe thoda nervousness, par aankhon me spark.


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CUT TO:

Arti – apne kitchen se Bluetooth par connected.
Table par laptop khula hai, jisme live CCTV feed chal raha hai (Rahat ke through).
Background me cooker se steam nikal rahi hai, saas TV dekh rahi hai.
Arti softly kehti hai:
“Okay girls, focus. Remember, koi bhi panic nahi karega.”

Aaji (uske bagal me baithi, calm tone me):
“Bas camera sahi angle se lag jaaye, phir asli tamasha shuru hoga.”


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INT. PRODUCER’S LIVING ROOM – SAME TIME

Ghar bahut hi lavish —
glass tables, leather sofa, ek corner me wine chiller, aur diwaaron par film posters.
Background me slow jazz music baj raha hai.

Producer R. Khanna — mid-40s, heavy voice, flashy shirt, diamond bracelet —
phone par kisi se bol raha hai,
“Haan haan baby, sabko chance milta hai industry me, par thoda… effort dikhana padta hai.”
Wo creepy laugh karta hai.

Uske samne ek young girl bethi hai — wahi ladki jise Ishani ne audition room me dekha tha.
Woh ab bhi thodi nervous hai, bag tightly pakda hua hai.

Tabhi doorbell bajti hai.
Producer irritation se bolta hai, “Kaun hai yaar ab?”
Ek servant jaake door kholta hai —
Anisha (delivery girl) saamne khadi hai.

Anisha (polite tone me): “Sir, pizza order tha, third floor – Khanna residence?”
Khanna: “Mujhe koi pizza nahi chahiye. Galat flat hoga.”

Anisha muskurati hai:
“Sir, name to yahi likha hai. R. Khanna.”

Khanna thoda confused, phir kehta hai,
“Achha rakh do table pe. Main payment online kar dunga.”

Anisha pizza table par rakh kar casually coffee table ke neeche mini cam fix karti hai.
Uske chehre par ek halki si confident smile —
phir quietly nikal jaati hai.


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CUT TO: OUTSIDE – PARKED CAR

Ishani car ke andar baithi hai, earpiece me sab kuch sun rahi hai.
Usne casual jacket pehni hai, aur bag me ek hidden cam aur pepper spray.

Arti (Bluetooth me): “Ishani, ab tera cue hai. Tu ‘new model’ ke naam se andar jaayegi. Remember, confident aur calm.”
Ishani (deep breath lete hue): “Roger that. Let’s finish this creep.”


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INT. PRODUCER’S LIVING ROOM – FEW MINUTES LATER

Doorbell phir bajti hai.
Producer ke servant door kholta hai —
Ishani entry leti hai, white shirt, denim, minimal makeup.

Khanna: “Oh hello! You must be Ishani, right? I was expecting you.”
Ishani (smiling): “Yes sir. Audition ke liye aayi thi, sorry thoda late ho gayi.”

Khanna usse gesture karta hai,
“No problem. Industry me time aur looks dono important hain… come, sit.”

Ishani softly baith jaati hai.
Uske bag me chhupa recorder blink kar raha hai.
Rahat apni seat par headphone lagaye har word record kar rahi hai.

Khanna apni drink sip karta hai aur bolta hai,
“Toh Ishani, tumhe pata hai na… audition ke alawa bhi kuch test hota hai.”

Ishani aankhon me seedha dekhte hue kehti hai,
“Sir, mujhe acting test lena hai, ya character test?”

Khanna thoda jhatka khata hai, smirk karta hai,
“You’ve got attitude… I like that.”

Uske bad Ishani ke phone me silent vibration aata hai — Arti ka message:

> “Trigger point ready. Continue talking. Rahat recording on.”
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Khanna chair se uthta hai aur Ishani ke paas aata hai,
apni glass table par drink rakh kar bolta hai,
“Relax baby, main koi bhoot nahi hoon… thoda close aao.”

Khanna: “Audition to hamesha hota rahta hai… lekin main unhi ko select karta hu jinke andar ‘extra spark’ ho.”

Wo smile karta hai — creepy.
Ishani calmly baith jaati hai, bag table pe rakhti hai.

Ishani: “Sir, spark acting me chahiye na character ke liye, ya bedroom ke liye?”

Khanna momentarily blank.
“Tum ladkiyan bhi na... seedha sawaal kar deti ho.”

Wo khada hota hai, Ishani ke paas aata hai,
“Dekho, thoda close aao na... relax ho jao.”

Ishani khadi hoti hai, bilkul uski aankhon me dekh kar kehti hai:
“Close-up ke liye sir?”

Khanna awkward laugh karta hai, haath Ishani ke shoulder ke paas aata hai —
Tabhi Ishani ek kadam peeche hat kar calm tone me bolti hai:
“Ek second, sir. Mujhe record karna hai na dialogue test…”
Wo apne phone ka recorder on karti hai — secretly video mode pe.

Khanna: “Arre off the record baat kar rahe hain, camera ki kya zarurat hai.”
Ishani: “Sir, mujhe real feel chahiye. Aap hi to kehte hain, natural acting best hoti hai.”


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Us waqt sofa pe bethi ladki (jo pehle ro rahi thi) Ishani ko pehchaan leti hai —
wo same ladki hai jise Ishani ne audition office me dekha tha.
Uski aankhon me ek spark aata hai, jaise kisi ne use himmat di ho.
Wo apni chair se uthti hai aur tremble karte hue kehti hai:
“Sir, mujhe jaana hai.”

Khanna irritate hota hai, “Baith jao, jab tak main na kahu.”

Ishani (firmly): “Let her go,khanna sahab... I'm the main course for you.
Ishani blink karti hai
Voice calm, par steel jaisi.

Khanna par ab hawas chadhne lagi thi wo bolta hai, aye ladki jao yaha se... Or yeh mat samajhna ki tumhara role pakka ho gaya hai... Jab bhi main bolu tab aana hoga.
Ishani slow smile ke sath apna phone uske samne karti hai —
“Video chal raha hai sir. Aapka spark camera pe aa raha hai.”

Khanna(turn onn)
itna door kyu khadi ho ishaani, aao mere paas main tumhe bhi chand tak pahuncha dunga....
Aas-paas sirf jazz music baj raha hai aur uske breathing ki heavy sound.

Ishani: “Aap bolte ho na industry me courage chahiye, chaliye main puchti hu ab apse... Kya mujh me hai wo courage jo apki baki ki actress me tha... I mean jin ko apne Chand tak pahuchaya hai...

Khanna ka chehra hawas se laal ho gaya,wo Ishani ko pakadta hai or uske shoulder par ek bite karne lagta hai kiss ke sath...

Khanna
Tumhe kya batau jaan, ki kis kis ko kaha kaha tak pahuchaya hai... Tum Shefali ko hi lelo... Are pahle wo bhi to model hi thi, actor to wo ab bani hai... Lekin sach kahu to usko chodne me utna maza nahi aaya, jitne tumhe chodne me aayega... Sali ki choot hi dhili pad gayi thi... Slut jo thi apni personal life mein.
Khanna ke haath se glass girta hai.
Background me Rahat ki voice (Bluetooth me whisper):

> “Got it. Audio lock. It’s done, girls.”

CUT TO:
Arti (on bluetooth)
Keep going girls... Yeh sala kuchh jyada hi sachai ugal raha hai.

CUT TO:
Ishani(moaning and shocked)
Ahhhh ufff...
Really sir... Mujhe laga wo apne dum par industry me aayi hai or chand tak pahuchi hai,

Khanna(kissing Ishani shoulder and smirk)
Are wo behen ki Lodi... Kya apne dum par pahuchegi sali randi... Is industry me chand tak jane ke liye mere rocket par bethna jaruri hai Ishani...

Ekdum se building ka darwaza khulta hai and Anisha Aaji andar ghuste hai..

CUT to
EXT. BUILDING GATE – NIGHT

Ishani bahar nikalti hai — us ladki ke sath, jo ab halka sa smile kar rahi hai.
Ishani apni dupatta theek karti hai, ek deep breath leti hai.
Auto ke paas pahuch kar kehti hai:
“Next time jab koi aisa offer de, to ‘sir’ mat kehna… bas seedha ‘no’ kehna.”

Wo ladki emotional tone me bolti hai:
“Thank you… mujhe laga main akeli hoon.”

Ishani uska haath thama kar kehti hai:
“Ab koi ladki akeli nahi hai… Behen_Code hai na.”

Camera zoom out karta hai —
Sea breeze me Ishani ke hair udd rahe hain,
City lights piche sparkle kar rahe hain,
aur background me Rahat ki recorded line echo karti hai:

> “Kuch kahaniyaan sirf likhi nahi jaati…
Unhe ladkiyaan likhti hain, apni himmat se.”

Ishani Anushka ke sath car me...


Anushka(notice Ishani)
It's okay yaar, be proud yourself... Us budhe ne tujhe chhua lekin tune aaj wo kiya hai jo shayd koi himmat nahi kar pata...

Ishani car mirror me khud ko dekhti hai and flashback...

Ek ghante pahle,
Anisha or Aaji ghar me ghuste hai, unhe dekhte hi Khanna gusse me bhadak jata hai,
Khanna
Ye kya ho raha hai behenchod, mere ghar me aaj koi bhi ghusa aa raha hai...

Aaji (smirk)
Ghar me nahi sale, ab jail me jayega tu...

Or Anisha laptop par live feed dikhati hai,

Ishani(dramatic)
Sir yeh kya ho raha hai sir... Yeh log koun hai, or meri izzat ka sawal hai sir...

Khanna (covering his face)
Dekho tum jo log ho chale jao yaha se... Or sidha batado kitna paisa loge...

Aaji gusse me ek chanta Khanna ko marti hai, or Khanna wahi zameen par gir padta hai...

Aaji(angry)
Aaj ke baad agar kisi or ladki ki izzat se khela to yaad rakhna yeh pura casting couch youtube par post kar dungi, puri zindagi muh chhipata rahega...

Khanna(gusse me)
Tu janti hai maderchod main koun hu...

Aaji (smirk)
Ek bhadwa kutta jo bachiyo ko nochta hai...

Itne me hi Khanna ke ghar ka darwaza fir se khulta hai or uski jawan beti andar ghusti hai...

Beti:
Hy dad... Oh shit... Aap zameen par kya kar rahe ho, or yeh sab koun hai... Is everything right dad ???

Aaji look at Khanna
Sahab inhe batao na hum koun hai,
Wo madam main bas yaha kaam ke silsile me aayi thi... Ghar ka koi kaam kaaz ho to, yeh meri beti hai
Anisha ki taraf ishara karte huye...

Beti:-
Wait dad... Main apke liye pani laati hu
Wo andar kitchen me chali jati hai...

Aaji:-
Sharm aani chahiye tujhe, apne beti ki umar ki ladkiyo ke sath... Agar kabhi aisa teri beti ke sath hua to...

Khanna ki aankho me aansu aa gaye, or wo hath jodne hi wala tha ki... Uski beti aa jati hai
Beti:
Yeh lijiye dad pani....

Aaji Ishani Anisha or us ladki ko ishara karti hai ki chalo, ab kaam ho gaya humara...

Khanna Ishani ko ek maafi ki nazro se dekhta hai, Ishani waha se aage badh jati hai ....

Back to present time....

Scene: Aaji ka ghar — shaam ke 7 baje


Living room me warm yellow light jal rahi hai, table par chai ke cup, kuch snacks aur laptop khule hue pade hain. Arti ne apne kitchen se abhi abhi garam pakode nikale hain. Anisha ek cushion lap me rakhe bethi hai, aur Rahat apne phone me kuch clips dekh rahi hai. Anushka bank ke formals me hi aayi hai, lekin uske chehre par satisfaction hai — mission successful hone ka sukoon.

Bas Ishani hi chup si hai. Corner wale couch par bethi hai, aankhon me thodi thakan aur bechaini. Uska make-up thoda smudge hua hai, jaise haste hue bhi kuch chhupane ki koshish kar rahi ho.

Arti (chai rakhte hue):
"Sab kuch smooth gaya, haan? bhagwan ka shukr hai ki uski beti sahi waqt par aa gayi, or humein jyada kuch karna nahi pada...

Sab ke chehre par ek halki si smile.

Rahat (phone side rakhte hue):
"Haan, lekin Ishani... tu kuch zyada hi quiet hai. Sab thik hai na?"

Ishani ne sirf ek halki si smile di, par aankhon me kuch tha — wo blank expression jo sab kuch keh jata hai bina kuch bole.

Anisha (thoda aage badhti hai):
"Arey tujhe dekh ke lag raha hai jaise tu kuch kehna chahti hai..."

Ishani ne deep sa sigh liya.
“Khanna... wo... Sala.... mujhe touch kar raha tha”
Room ekdam silent ho gaya.

Arti ke haath me rakha cup table par khamosi se rakh diya gaya. Rahat ki aankhon me gussa ubal gaya.

Ishani (aankhon me aansu, par awaaz firm):
"Haan. Par maine use roka. Aur fir uske saamne hi camera par sab kuch ugalwa liya. Usne khud bola—‘main karte aaya hoon sabke sath’.”
(Aankhon me ek confident glare)
“Main uske darr ko apne darr se bada nahi hone dungi.”

Ek chhoti si ladki jise Khanna ne pehle trap kiya tha — wahi ladki, ab door se khadi sun rahi hoti hai. Wo Ishani ke paas aati hai, halki si smile ke sath bolti hai:
“Thank you... agar aap nahi hoti, main kabhi wahan se nikal nahi paati.”

Rahat Ishani ke kandhe par haath rakhti hai.
“Tu sirf unke liye nahi ladi Ishani... tu hum sab ke liye ladi hai.”

Anushka softly bolti hai,
“Behen_Code ka ek or mission... officially successful.”

Sab ek dusre ko dekh ke ek silent nod karte hain.

Chhoti ladki
Yeh behen_code kya hai ??

Anisha us ladki ko puri baat samjhati hai, use sab kuchh batati hai jo bhi mission or task in logo ne abhi tak kiye they....
Us ladki ke aankho me aansu aa jate hain,

Ladki
That's.... That's amazing... Kabhi bhi kisi bhi chiz ki jarurat ho, to main tayar hu tum sabka sath dene ke liye... Mujhe jaisi na jane kitni hi ladkiya is problems me ghiri hogi,.... Maine soch liya hai jab bhi aap sab ko madad chahiye hogi, I always ready.....

Background me Aaji ka purana ghadiya “tick-tick” kar rahi hoti hai — jaise waqt bhi inke saath khada ho.

Camera zoom-out:
Table par chai thandi ho chuki hai, par in ladkiyon ke jazbaat garam.
Unke chehre par thakan bhi hai... aur ek naya junoon bhi.

Fade out.

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