Thriller BEHEN_CODE

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Episode 12




Arti’s Kitchen (Morning Chaos, Hidden Secrets)

(Soft morning light slants through the window. Gas stove pe chai ubal rahi hai, steel ke bartan khanak rahe hain. TV pe “Sasural Express” ka morning drama chal raha hai. Arti dupatta shoulder pe daal ke kitchen me busy hai — ek hand se spoon chalati hai, doosre se phone sambhalti hai.)

Arti (self-talk, irritated tone):
“Uff... ye chai bhi meri saas ke mood jaisi hai — kab ubal jaaye pata hi nahi chalta!”

(Peeche se saas ka sharp voice sunai deta hai.)
Saas (drawing room se):
“Arti! Pata nahi tumhe raat ko kis kis se phone pe baat karni hoti hai... subah uthte hi kitchen me sab gadbad!”

Arti (andar se) — murmuring, sarcastic smile ke sath:
“Haan haan, bas aliens se hi baat kar rahi thi… woh bhi Bluetooth pe.”

(Phone vibrate karta hai — Behen_Code group chat notification: “Mission Debrief - Today Evening Meeting Confirmed.” Arti ek second ke liye freeze hoti hai, chupke se phone unlock karti hai. Group me Ishani ka message blink karta hai:)
ISHANI: “Aaj sabko time par aana. Kuch discuss karna hai.”

(Arti ka expression serious ho jaata hai. Wo message padhti hai, phir saas ki taraf dekhti hai — woh phir bhi nagging kar rahi hoti hai.)

Saas:
“Arti, daal me namak kam hai. Tumhara dhyaan pata nahi kahan rehta hai!”

Arti (soft smile, under breath):
“Bas namak hi to kam hai… zindagi me thoda spice zyada hota to maza aata.”

(Camera close-up: Arti cup me chai dal ke table pe rakhti hai, aur phone ko apron ke pocket me chhupa deti hai.)

Phir, jaise hi wo mixer chalane lagti hai — Bluetooth earbud gir kar paani ke bowl me chhup se tapak jaata hai.

Arti: “Aiyoo Ram! Mera secret weapon gaya!”

(Comic beat — saas curious nazar se dekhti hai.)
Saas:
“Kya bola tumne?”

Arti (turant sambhalte hue):
“Woh... mixer... mera... secret recipe ka weapon... haan haan!”

(Saas suspicious expression ke sath chali jaati hai. Arti sigh karti hai, bowl se Bluetooth nikaal kar tissue se pochti hai, thoda pani tapakta hai. Camera zoom-in: earbud blink kar raha hai, abhi bhi alive.)

Arti (smiling to herself, whispering):
“Tu bach gaya... mission bhi bacha rahe hum log!”

(Background me light instrumental music — everyday chaos ke beech ek hidden world chhupa hai. Arti window ke glass me apna reflection dekhti hai — ek ordinary housewife, par aankhon me ek spark... ek soldier ka confidence.)


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Kitchen ke andar ka wide shot —

Chai ubal rahi hai

TV pe background noise

Saas apne chashme se ghur rahi hai

Arti quietly ek sip chai ka leti hai aur phone me message likhti hai:


> “Main time pe aungi Ishani. Behen_Code ready.”



Camera zooms out.
Music blend hota hai with a playful flute tone —
Arti ki ordinary zindagi ke andar ek extraordinary secret chal raha hai.

FADE OUT.

Rahat’s Morning (Radio Wali Zindagi)


(Mumbai ka ek purana flat — narrow gallery jisme sunlight thoda sa jhank raha hai. Kitchen se chai ki khushboo, aur purane radio ki halki si static sound. Clock 8:15 dikhata hai.)

Rahat apne kamre ke mirror ke saamne khadi hai, ek loose white shirt aur jeans pehni hui, hair tie karte hue softly gaa rahi hai —
“Dil chahta hai… hum naa rahein kabhi yaaron ke bin…”

(Mirror ke saamne lipstick lagate hue apne reflection ko dekh kar muskurati hai)

Rahat (self-talk, halki thakan bhari smile):
“Bas Rahat, aaj bhi khush rehna hai… radio pe logon ko smile deni hai, chahe apna mood kuch bhi ho.”

(Peeche se awaaz aati hai — uski maa, Rukhsana)
Rukhsana: “Rahat beta, nashta kar lo, phir bhool jaogi jaise kal bhooli thi!”

Rahat (reply dete hue, haste hue):
“Ammi, aapko kya lagta hai, main bina aapke parathe ke show kar paungi?”

(Wo kitchen me jaati hai — maa stove ke paas, apron me, halka sa pighla hua makhan paratha pe lagati hai. Scene ka mood soft aur warm hai.)

Rahat: “Ammi, aap har din itna pyaar se banati hain, main toh roz mota ho jaungi.”

Rukhsana: “Bas itna kaam karti hai toh kuch toh khila doon tujhe. Radio wale kaam me energy chahiye na.”

(Rahat maa ke paas baithti hai, ek bite leti hai aur halki si nostalgic ho jaati hai.)

Rahat (softly): “Ammi… aapko yaad hai jab Abu mujhe radio sunne se mana karte the? Kehte the ‘ladkiyan bas ghar sambhalein’?”

Rukhsana (narm muskaan ke sath): “Haan beta, par tujhe kaun rok sakta tha. Tera jazba toh mash,.' aag hai.”

(Dono halki si hansi me kho jaati hain. Background me soft music — ek warmth, ek struggle aur ek quiet pride.)

Phir Rahat ke phone me notification beep — “Behen_CODE meeting confirmed tonight.”
Wo screen padhti hai, aur halka sa grin karte hue bolti hai:

Rahat (slow whisper): “Aaj khamoshi ke peeche bhi ek mission chalega…”

(Maa curious ho kar poochti hai)
Rukhsana: “Kya bola?”

Rahat (quickly sambhalte hue):
“Woh… Ammi, RJ Rahat aaj ka show ka mission bata rahi hai — logo ko positive rakhna hai!”

(Maa haste hue sir hilati hai)
Rukhsana: “Tera show bhi ek jang lagta hai kabhi kabhi.”

(Rahat uthti hai, bag uthati hai, maa ke haath se ek toffee leti hai aur uske haath chhoti si kiss kar ke nikalti hai)

Rahat: “Mujhe dua dena Ammi… aaj thoda bada din hai.”

(Camera follow karta hai Rahat ko — narrow gali se nikalti hai, taxi pakadti hai, background me RJ studio ke board ka glimpse: “City Voice FM 92.8”)

Car me wo khidki ke bahar dekhti hai —
Mumbai ka subah ka rush, log apne apne mission me busy.
Aur wo khud — ek RJ, ek beti, ek secret warrior.

Uske aankhon me thoda thakan, thoda jazba — aur ek muskurahat jo duniya ko dikhani hai.

FADE OUT.

Anisha’s Morning (Hostel Ki Subah)


(Camera open hota hai ek purane hostel ke corridor par — blue paint thoda utra hua, kahin kahin par kapde sukh rahe hain railing pe. Background me kisi ka Bluetooth speaker baj raha hai — “Tune maari entriyaan re…”)

Anisha’s room — messy but cute.
Ek side books, dusre side ek teddy bear jiska kaan adha fata hua. Dressing table ke saamne ek sticky note chipka hai —

> “Smile first. Stress later.”



Anisha ek haath me toothbrush aur dusre haath me phone le kar reel scroll kar rahi hai.
Uske roommate neend me mumbling karti hai —
Roommate: “Anisha… please thoda slow… toothpaste sab pillow pe aa gaya!”

Anisha (hasti hui):
“Arre sorry sorry… par tum itni zyada sotti kaise ho yaar, mujhe batao bhi!”

(Wo apna brush rakhti hai aur mirror ke paas jaake baal set karte hue softly gaa rahi hai)

> “Main pareshan… pareshan…”



(Suddenly uske phone me alarm bajta hai — babysitting shift ka reminder)

Anisha: “OHHH NOOO! 9:15 ho gaye!! Mrs. D’Costa mujhe maar hi daalegi!”

(Wo full chaos mode me apne kapde dhoondhti hai — ek hand towel, ek dupatta, ek shoe idhar udhar phekhti hai. Camera comic cut style me fast movement me shots deta hai.)

Roommate: “Tu har din yehi bolti hai aur har din late hoti hai!”

Anisha (laughing while running):
“Haan, consistency bhi ek talent hota hai baby!”

(Cut to: Hostel ke gate ke bahar — Anisha ek auto me ghus rahi hai, haath me milk bottle aur ek teddy bear.)

Auto driver: “Madam, aapko toh roz jaldi hoti hai.”
Anisha: “Haan bhaiya, roz ek hi kahani — bachche ready nahi, aunty ready nahi, aur main sabse zyada late!”

(Auto chalte hue road se nikalta hai — Mumbai ki galiyan, college ke uniform me bachche, vendors, ek thoda rushy morning energy.)

Voiceover (Anisha ka mind voice):

> “Main Anisha… log kehte hain ki main ek khuli kitab hu.
Par koi nahi jaanta, kuch chapters sirf Behen_CODE ke liye reserved hain.”



(Scene cut — Mrs. D’Costa ka flat, ek 3 saal ka naughty bachcha sofa par jump kar raha hai.)

Anisha: “Oh my god Neil! Tumhara battery kabhi khatam nahi hota kya?”
Neil (laughing): “Main robot hu!”
Anisha (fake shock): “Acha! Toh robot ice-cream khata hai kya?”
Neil: “Haan!”
Anisha: “Toh chalo kitchen me chalte hain Mr. Robot, aaj chocolate flavour milta hai kya dekhti hoon!”

(Mrs. D’Costa background me hasti hai)
Mrs. D’Costa: “Anisha beta, tum nahi hoti toh main pagal ho jaati.”

Anisha (smiling, soft tone):
“Pagal mat hona aunty… aap toh sabse sweet mom ho.”

(Wo bachche ke saath floor pe baithti hai, block toy assemble karte hue, ek pal ke liye bahut sukoon hota hai — uski muskurahat sachchi lagti hai.)

Phir uske phone me “Behen_CODE” group notification ping.
Screen me message:

> “Meeting tonight confirmed. Mission details ready.”



(Anisha halki si smile karti hai, screen ko dekhti hai aur whisper karti hai)
Anisha: “Lagta hai fir se kisi ki kahani likhni hai…”

(Camera zoom-out karta hai — ek peaceful frame: bachcha hansa raha hai, Anisha khilkhila ke muskura rahi hai, lekin aankhon me ek “hidden purpose” ka shine.)

FADE OUT.

Scene — Food Adda Rush Hour


(Camera open hota hai Mumbai ke Lokhandwala ke ek busy corner pe. “FOOD ADDA” ke neon sign ke neeche bhari bheed, laughters, spoons ki khanak aur coffee machine ka sound. Inside full rush — waiters idhar udhar daud rahe hain, orders chilla rahe hain.)

Interior — Food Adda Restaurant.
Kitchen se fry hone ka dhuaan aa raha hai, background me retro Bollywood remix baj raha hai —

> “Koi kahe kehta rahe… kitna bhi humko deewana…”



Counter ke paas Ishaani khadi hai — face pe calm expression, par aankhon me ek andar ka tufaan.
Haath me order pad, lekin dimag kahin aur.

Manager (shouting):
“Ishani! Table number 5 ka order ready hai kya?”

Ishaani (absently):
“Haan sir… ek minute…”

(Uska mind flash karta hai — Kal ka Khanna wala moment, wo touch… wo helpless ladki ka chehra. Uske kaan me abhi bhi wo ladki ki baat ghoom rahi thi — “Main nakamyabi ke liye nahi ro rahi thi…”)

Uske haath me tray hoti hai, par wo ek glass gir jata hai — crash!
Sabki nazar us par.

Manager (thoda softly):
“Hey… careful, Ishani. Sab theek hai?”

Ishaani (deep breath lete hue, smile banate hue):
“Haan sir, bas thoda thak gayi thi.”

(Wo tray utha kar kitchen me chali jaati hai, camera uske peeche follow karta hai. Kitchen me staff tease karte hue chhoti si mazaak karte hain.)

Cook (smirking):
“Madam model lagti hai, par kaam waiter jaisa karti hai!”

Ishaani (halke smile ke saath, par aankhon me udasi):
“Kaam me koi chhota bada nahi hota, chef. Sirf imandaari honi chahiye.”

(Wo stove ke paas jaake ek plate garnish karti hai, phir thoda sa ruk jaati hai. Door ke glass me apna reflection dekhti hai. Uske lips halki si tremble karte hain, par wo khud ko sambhal leti hai.)

(Background me manager ke chillaane ki awaz — “Order ready, chalo chalo!”)
Ishaani plate table tak pahuchati hai, phir corner ke stool pe thoda rest karne baith jaati hai.

Uska phone vibrate karta hai.
Screen pe unknown number — “Message Received.”

Message:

> “Hi Ishani… main Riya.
Tumne kal meri help ki thi.
Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha kaise thanks bolu.
Tum jaise log mil jaayein to duniya kitni safe lagti hai…”



(Ishani ka haath screen par ruk jaata hai. Uske chehre par ek halki si muskurahat aati hai, aankhon ke kone me aansu chamak jata hai. Uske kandhe se ek tension utar jaata hai, jaise kisi ne uska guilt halka kar diya ho.)

Wo phone lock karke apne apron me daalti hai aur soft tone me bolti hai —
Ishaani (slowly, under her breath):
“Safe duniya… shayad issi ke liye hum Behen_Code banaye the…”

(Camera zoom-out karta hai — Ishani fir se counter pe khadi hoti hai, plates arrange karti hai, par is baar uske chehre pe thoda confidence aur sukoon hai.)

Background me song fade hota hai:

> “Zindagi aa raha hu main…”


FADE OUT.

Bank Branch, Early Evening


(Camera open hota hai ek private bank ke andar — glass walls, air conditioning ki halki si humming sound, aur background me keyboards ki continuous tapping.)

Front desk pe Anushka baithi hai — perfectly dressed, neatly pinned hair, aur uske samne ek customer file khuli hai.
Par uski aankhon me wo usual spark nahi hai — kuchh soch rahi hai.

Customer (polite tone me):
“Ma’am ye loan approval kitne din me mil jaayega?”

Anushka (automatic smile ke saath):
“Sir, two working days me process complete ho jaayega.”

(Customer chala jaata hai. Anushka thoda peeche chair pe lean karti hai. Bank ke glass door me apna reflection dekhti hai — tired, par composed.)

Uske colleague Ritika, chai le kar aati hai.

Ritika:
“Madam, phir se overthinking mode?
Ab kaisi pareshani hai...

Anushka (halke saans lete hue):
“Haan… pareshani kabhi khatm hoti hai kya... Kabhi kabhi sochti hu ki bas yeh colourful blazer pehen kar hi meri zindagi nikal jayegi ”

Ritika (masti bhare andaaz me):
koi gal na yaar... Main tujhe jaldi hi bikini gift dungi... After all manager ka bhi to dil lagna chahiye....

(Anushka sirf smirk karti hai, koi jawab nahi deti. Uske aankhon me ek chhoti si glint — pride aur pain dono.)

Anushka (softly):
bikini pehnni bhi padi to us tharki budhe ke liye nahi pehnugi...

(Ritika shoulder tap karke chali jaati hai. Camera Anushka ke chehre pe zoom karta hai — wo apni computer screen pe blank stare karti hai, fir neeche ek chhoti si diary nikalti hai.)

Us diary me likha hota hai —

> “Missions complete.
Ishani strong hai… par wo smile fake thi.
Aaj shaam Arti ke library meeting. Must check on her.”

Wo diary close karti hai aur ek deep breath leti hai.

Phir camera shift karta hai — Bank ke bahar sunset ka orange light.
Anushka apna bag utha kar nikalti hai. Door ke glass me uska reflection — confident, composed, but somewhere burdened.

Outside parking lot me ek chhota sa moment — ek mother apne chhote bachche ke saath khadi hoti hai.
Bachcha ice-cream le kar girata hai, maa usse gently sambhalti hai.
Anushka kuch seconds tak unhe dekhti rehti hai — aankhon me softness aa jaati hai.

Anushka (dheere se, khud se):
“Har ladki ke andar ek protector hota hai… bas kuch log usse jagane me thoda late kar dete hain.”

(Wo apni car me baithti hai, car mein baithte hi whisper karti hai —)
Anushka:
Behen_Code… ready for every girl.

(Camera piche se zoom out karta hai — traffic lights blink karte hue, slow instrumental music fade in hota hai. Scene dissolve hota hai city ke skyline me.)

INT. RADIO STATION – NIGHT (6:30 PM)


Studio ka atmosphere warm aur jazzy tha — dim lights, ek red “ON AIR” sign blink kar raha tha, aur Rahat apne usual mic ke saamne baithi thi. Uske samne ek cup adhi-thandi chai ka, headphones ek side se thoda ute hue, aur uska smile — bilkul natural, jaise har listener ke dil me seedha ghus jaye.

Control room ke glass ke uss par se sound engineer Vivek haath se signal deta hai,
“3… 2… 1…”

Rahat mic ke kareeb jhukti hai, aur uski awaaz hawa me ghul jaati hai —

> Rahat (on-air, playful tone):
“Good evening, doston! Main hoon aapki Rahat — aaj ki raat ki muskaan! Aaj ka topic hai — ‘Jo dil me hai, wo zubaan pe lao... warna WhatsApp delete kar do!’”



Uske words ke saath hi control room me sab hansi rok nahi paate. Vivek bhi mic band karke hasta hai.

> Vivek: “Rahat, tu to har raat pyaar ke lecture de kar breakup karwa degi.”
Rahat (hans kar): “Main breakup nahi karwati Vivek... main bas sach bol deti hoon. Baaki unka connection strong ho to bach jaata hai, warna...”
Wo mic ke kareeb jhukti hai,
“...warna signal lost.”



Wo line ke saath ek light guitar music chalu hota hai — aur line ke peeche ek halki hansi ka echo.

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Switchboard par blink karte calls — listeners ke live calls.

> Rahat: “To chaliye sunte hain pehla caller... Hello, kaun bol rahe hain?”
Caller (male voice): “Hi Rahat ji, main Nikhil bol raha hoon. Main thoda pareshan hoon... meri girlfriend roz mood off rakhti hai.”
Rahat (hans kar): “To bhai, mood on karne ke liye light ka switch nahi milta... samajhdari chahiye! Batao, last time tumne usse bina wajah compliment kab diya tha?”
Nikhil: “Uhh... pata nahi... shayad birthday ke din.”
Rahat (mock shock): “Arey wah! Matlab saal me ek baar! Fir kaise expect kar rahe ho ki wo tumhare har message pe ‘❤️’ bheje?”



Vivek hansi chhupa nahi paata, ek staff member phone sambhalte hue bolta hai — “Rahat di aaj to sabki class le rahi hai!”

> Rahat: “Nikhil, ek kaam karo. Kal subah bina wajah ‘Good morning’ message bhejna, bas likhna — Tumhari hansi, tumhara best makeup hai. Trust me... miracles ho jaayenge!”
Nikhil: “Thank you, Rahat ji!”
Rahat: “Arey meri taraf se free me relationship consultancy milti hai, lekin agle hafte review lena mat bhoolna!”



Light music fade hota hai, aur Rahat mic band karke deep saans leti hai.

CUT TO – OFF AIR MOMENT:
Vivek bolta hai,

> “Tumhe pata hai, tumhari voice me jaadu hai. Har raat log sirf tumhe sunne ke liye radio on karte hain.”
Rahat (smiling, teasing): “Arey Vivek, mujhe jaadu nahi... bas life ka thoda humor aata hai. Warna khud ka mood bhi off ho jata har raat.”



Wo cup me bachi chai ek sip me khatam karti hai, window ke bahar dekhti hai — Mumbai ki raat, bright hoardings, passing autos, aur kahin door ek jagah se aati laughter.

> Rahat (softly, khud se):
“Kabhi kabhi lagta hai main logo ko hasi baant rahi hoon... par apni khushi kahaan rakh di?”



Camera uske thoughtful face par rukta hai — ek chhoti si khamosi, jisme uski life ke andar ka emotional phase chhup jaata hai.

Aur tabhi control room se Vivek cheekhta hai —

> “Rahat! Next segment — ‘Dil Se Dil Tak’ — start kar de!”



Rahat turant apna mic adjust karti hai, muskaan wapas laati hai —

> “Aur hum wapas aa gaye hain doston... Rahat ke saath, raat ke saath!”

FADE OUT — her laughter echoes with background guitar strum.

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Episode 13




INT. ARTI KA GHAR – EVENING (7:30 PM)
Camera ek cozy middle-class Mumbai flat me ghusta hai — jaha har corner me “ghar ki warmth” mehsoos hoti hai.  Library ke bahar soft lights, neon boards aur ek door jiske upar likha hai “Gyaan Ganga library”.

Library ke bahar Ishani, Rahat, Anushka, aur Anisha khadi hain — sab apne apne expressions ke sath, clearly wait mode me.

Rahat apni ghadi dekhti hai —
> “Yaar, Arti ke kitchen me jaane ke baad lagta hai koi black hole hai… nikalne ka time hi nahi milta.”

Ishani (hands on waist, sarcastic smile):
> “Main to soch rahi thi Arti ke ghar aane se pehle modeling studio se ready ho jaun… ab to meri makeup bhi sweat ho gaya.”

Anushka (calm tone me):
> “Relax girls… ghar ke kaam sambhalna easy nahi hota. Especially jab mother-in-law tumhe NASA ke scientist ki tarah monitor kar rahi ho.”

Anisha (baby tone me, giggling):
> “Lekin didi ne to bola tha — aaj exact 7:00 baje meeting hai! Ye kya punctuality hai!”

Sab kehte hue library ke glass door se andar jhaankti hain —

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Kitchen ke andar Arti full swing me — apron pehne, haath me belan, ek haath se cooker band karte hue, doosre se call par baat kar rahi hai.

> Arti (Bluetooth pe):
“Haan mummy ji, daal me namak bilkul sahi hai… aap bas rest lijiye. Ji ji… main dekhti hoon Anurag khaana khaya ya nahi.”

Phir wo mutter karti hai —
> “Meeting bhi aaj hi bulani thi in ladkiyon ne…”


Suddenly uska husband Abhishek aata hai —
> “Arey maine office se aate huye dekhaabhi.... Arti library ke bahar tumhari friends khadi hain, tumne unhe yaha kyu nahi bulaya...

Arti aankhein ghumati hai —
> “Shhh! Naam mat lo zyada… warna mummy ji ko lag jayega main yaha feminist revolution chala rahi hu.”

Abhishek hans kar kehta hai —
> “Tum feminist nahi… fighter ho. Tumhare ghar me sab tumse darte hain — including main.”

Arti belan uthakar kehti hai —
> “Ab jao… warna sach me daroge.”

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Road par girls bored ho kar phone nikaal leti hain.
Rahat quietly mimic karti hai —

> “Haan mummy ji, cooker band kar diya… haan mummy ji, sab theek hai… haan mummy ji—”

Sab ek saath hansi me phoot padti hain.


Tabhi kitchen se Arti phone par bolti hai 
> “Suno sab, sabko chai bana du pehle ya secret meeting pe chalein?”

Ishani (teasing):
> “Pehle meeting kar le Arti, warna chai bhi mission ban jaayega!”

Anushka (smirking):
> “Mujhe lagta hai humare group ka naam BEHEN_CODE nahi… BELAN_FORCE hona chahiye.”

Sab phir se hansi me phoot padti hain.
Arti finally apron utaar kar aati hai — thoda tired, thoda proud, haath me ek plate me biscuits.
> “Bas girls… ab aayi main bhi. Ghar sambhalna bhi ek daily mission hai — bina award ke.”

Wo sabko dekhti hai, ek deep saans leti hai, aur phir softly bolti hai —

> “Tum logon ke bina shayad main apna astitva bhool jaati… ghar me Arti hoti hai, lekin BEHEN_CODE me main asli Arti banti hoon.”

Ek chhoti si silence hoti hai. Sab ek dusre ki taraf muskurate hain.

Rahat (light tone):
> “Chalo… ab emotional mat ho Arti. Varna phir cooker phat jaayega.”

Arti (laughing):
>“Tum sab bhi na… ek baar serious hone do mujhe!”

Sab hans padti hain — camera slowly zoom out karta hai —
Library ke glass door ke upar likha board Gyaan Ganga ke neeche sab ladkiyan baithi hain — hansi ke beech ek dosti, ek warmth, aur ek unspoken power.

FADE OUT.

INT. ARTI’S HOME – GYAAN GANGA LIBRARY – EVENING


Camera bookshelves ke beech se guzarta hai — cozy, warm lighting, ek chhoti si wooden nameplate pe likha hai: “Gyaan Ganga Library”.

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Library ke andar sab ladkiyaan — Rahat, Anushka, Anisha, Ishani — ek bench ke paas khadi hoti hai

Rahat (masti bhare andaaz me)
(haath jod kar)
“Arti ji! Hum yahan kitab padhne aaye hain ya chapati belne?”

Anisha (hans kar)
“Haan di, Arti di jab tak kitchen se niklenge tab tak hum sab retire ho jayenge!”

Anushka (sar hila kar)
“Main to seriously soch rahi hoon bank se kitchen transfer le loon, Arti ko dekh ke motivation milta hai!”

Sab ke chehre pe laughter.

Arti (thodi hassi dabate hue)
“Bas bas! Tum sab aise hass rahe ho jaise maine tumhe khaane nahi khilaya ho!”

Rahat (teasing tone me)
“Arre hum to khaane ke liye hi aate hain, meeting to bas excuse hoti hai!”

Sab hasti hain — sirf Ishani chup hai. Uske chehre par thodi thakan, thoda gussa aur ek heavy silence.
Sab uski taraf dekhte hain.

Anisha (narm tone me)
“Ishani di ... sab theek hai na?”

Ishani (deep breath lekar)
“Bas... kuch nahi.”
(Pause)
“Meeting isi liye bulai thi...”

Camera dheere-dheere uske chehre pe zoom karta hai — uske aankhon me ab bhi subah ka scene flash karta hai.
CUT TO — FLASHBACK.


FLASHBACK – MORNING – OUTSIDE RESTAURANT

Dhoop halki hai. Ishani apni scooty park kar rahi hoti hai. Ek black Thar zoom karke nikalti hai — brake ki cheekhti awaaz.
Ek budhi aurat aur uski poti (21, HUMAIRA) sadak ke kinare se gir jaati hain.

Ishani (chillakar)
“Arre sambhaliye!”

Woh turant bhag kar unhe uthati hai. Budhi behosh hai, Huma ira dar ke maare ro padti hai.
Nearby log gather ho jaate hain. Ishani auto rok kar help karti hai, hospital ke taraf rush karti hai.

INT. HOSPITAL – DAY
Emergency ward me hustle-bustle Ishani reception par jhagad rahi hoti hai.

Receptionist (cold tone me)
“Accident case hai, security officer form ke bina admit nahi karenge.”

Ishani (ghussa dikhate hue)
“Arre aurat saans le rahi hai mushkil se! Form baad me bhar dungi, pehle doctor bulao!”

Tabhi peeche se ek young man (VICKY) ladkhadate hue aata hai — expensive clothes, messy hair, aankhon me guilt aur nasha dono.
Uske saath ek vakil type aadmi aur ek manager bhi.

Manager (aage badhta hua)
“Ma’am, main samjha sakta hoon… galti se ho gaya, Vicky baba ne thoda zyada le liya tha.”

Woh ek suitcase nikalta hai — usme cash.
Camera close-up: Huma ira ke hathon me compulsion aur gussa dono.

Lawyer (formal tone me)
“Dekhiye, ye case aage badhane ka koi faida nahi. Baba ki family bahut influential hai. Ye compensation le lijiye.”

Ishani (dagger eyes se)
“Compensation? Tumne unka khoon baha diya hai, aur keh rahe ho report mat karo?”

Manager (thoda rude)
“Madam, sab ke bhale ke liye keh raha hoon.”

Humera (crying but firm)
“Paise le ke hum apni Amma ko bech nahi sakte.”

Vicky (nasha me, haath jhatak ke)
“Arey rehne do manager... ek aurat hi to thi! Dusre log bhi to road pe chal rahe the... kis-kis ko bachaoge?”

Uska yeh dialogue atmosphere freeze kar deta hai. Ishani aage badhti hai, uske chehre pe confident anger.

Ishani (thandi par teekhi awaaz me)
“Tu lucky hai ki mai yahan security officer nahi bulai... warna tujhe samajh aata ki road pe chalne wali aurat bhi kisi ki maa hoti hai.”

Vicky (thoda darr ke saath peeche hota hua)
“Tu jaanti hai main kaun hoon?”

Humaira (aankhon me aansu lekin determination ke saath)
“Haan... ab sirf itna jaanti hoon ki humara agla milna court me hoga.”

Vicky ka chehra freeze ho jaata hai. Ishani Huma ira ka haath pakad kar usse lekar wahan se nikal jaati hai.


BACK TO PRESENT – GYAAN GANGA LIBRARY

Sab chup hain. Ishani ka tone ab thoda heavy hai.

Ishani (slowly)
“Mujhe lagta tha... ek case khatam ho gaya to sab normal ho jayega.
Par galti har jagah chal rahi hai.
Har gali, har restaurant, har road par...”

Arti uske paas aake softly haath rakhti hai.
Arti (pyar se)
“Ishu... tu akeli nahi hai. Jab tak hum sab hain, koi bhi ladki akeli nahi.”

Sab ek dusre ki taraf dekhti hain — silent determination.

Rahat (serious but hopeful tone)

“Toh... agla step kya hai?”

Ishani (deep breath lekar)
“Agla step... yeh ladka Vicky.
Uske connections upar tak hain.
Par ab use samajh aayega... ki BEHEN_CODE kis level tak jaa sakta hai.”

Camera zoom-out karta hai — sab ke faces pe silence aur ek naya mission ka spark.
Background me slow instrumental — “Chalein hum, sach ke raaste…” type tone.

Gyaan Ganga ke andar ab halki roshni hai, sab ladkiya table ke aas-paas baithi hain — empty teacups, half-eaten biscuits, notepad jisme kuch likha nahi gaya, sirf doodh jaisi khamoshi.

Tabhi Arti ke phone ki ringtone bajti hai — ek typical purani “Radha Soami Dhun”.
Arti ka chehra ekdum stoned sa ho jaata hai. Screen pe likha hai — “Saas Ji Calling...”

Rahat (masti me)
“Ab aayi bawaal machine online!”

Sab halki muskurahat ke saath Arti ko dekhne lagti hain. Arti hesitant si call uthati hai.

Arti (meetha tone bana kar)
“Ji Maa ji... pranam.”

Speaker galti se ON reh jaata hai. Library me sab ek dusre ki taraf dekhte hain.
Phone ke dusre taraf se ek taana bhari awaaz gunjti hai —

Saas (phone par, loud tone me)
“Arti! Tumhe ghar ke kaam se fursat milti nahi kya? Itni der tak library me kya karti rehti ho?
Abhishek ke kapde press hue ya nahi? Anurag ke dinner ka kya hua?”

Arti ka chehra ekdum seedha ho jaata hai, aankhen neeche, ungli se dupatta ghumate hue woh quietly “Ji Maa ji... Ji kar liya...” bolti jaati hai.

Saas (aur tez tone me)
“Tumko samajh nahi aata Arti, ek bahu ko ghar ka izzat sambhalna hota hai, ye kitab padhne ka nautanki nahi!”

Library ke andar pin drop silence.
Sab ladkiya awkward si ho jaati hain. Ishani ka expression turant protective ho jaata hai, Anisha ka chehra sympathy se bhar jaata hai, Anushka aankhon se clearly “bas kar yaar” keh rahi hoti hai.

Arti quietly call cut kar deti hai, phone table pe rakh kar deep breath leti hai.
Unke haath thode kaamp rahe hote hain.

Anisha (softly)
“Di... aap theek ho?”

Arti sirf halka sa smile kar ke neck jhuka deti hai. Kuch bol nahi pati.

Thoda uncomfortable silence chalta hai — tabhi Rahat apni typical style me mahol tod deti hai:

Rahat (sar hila kar, dramatic sigh)
“Bas yahi reh gaya tha... Vicky se pehle iski saas ka kuch karna padega!”

Sab ekdum surprise ho kar uski taraf dekhte hain.

Rahat (aur funny tone me, haath utha kar)
“Main bolti hoon bhai, yeh saas naam ki machinery India me tabhi bani jab koi scientist ka badla chalu tha!
Aur yeh bhi suno — yahan hum Vicky jaison se lad rahe hain aur udhar Arti ki saas humare captain Rohit Sharma ko suna rahi hai!”

Sab ek pal ke liye rukte hain — aur phir ekdum laughter burst!

Anisha literally table pe haath maar ke hasti hai, Ishani ka serious mood bhi toot jaata hai, Anushka ke aansu hassi me badal jaate hain, aur Arti khud bhi muskurahat rok nahi pati.

Anushka (hassi me)
“Rahat, tu ek din na apna show hamare liye live kar de — “Saas vs Behen_Code”! Full TRP le lega!”

Rahat (sar hila kar confident tone me)
“Done! Pehla guest — Arti ki maa ji!”

Sab aur zor se hasti hain.
Hassi ke beech Ishani Arti ke kandhe par haath rakhti hai, phir Anisha aur Anushka bhi uske paas aati hain — ek side hug, warm, genuine.

Arti (dil se, aankhen nam hote hue)
“Tum sab na... mera asli parivaar ho.”

Camera dheere-dheere zoom-out karta hai — laughter ab bhi chal rahi hoti hai, par us laughter ke andar ek silent warmth hai, ek bond jo sirf in paanch ladkiyon ko samajh aata hai.

FADE OUT.

INT. ARTI KA GHAR – DINING ROOM – NIGHT


Scene khulta hai ek perfect middle-class dining setup pe —
table par 4 plates, ek bowl me daal, ek me sabzi, roti garam tawa se utar kar aa rahi hai.
TV corner me news chal rahi hai, lekin room ka asli drama khud table par hi baithe hai.

Characters and scene details
Arti (thodi thaki hui, par composed)
Abhishek (formal shirt me, office se nikalte hi aaya hai)

Saas (thode traditional kapde, nazar me hamesha ek scan mode on)
Anurag (casual T-shirt, college boy energy, lekin aankhon me sense of fairness)


Camera dhire dhire table ke round ghoomta hai — sab quietly khana khane me lage hain.
Sirf cutlery ki awaz aa rahi hai — spoons, plates, aur ek suppressed tension.

Saas (tedhi nazar se Arti ki plate ki taraf dekhte hue)
“Arti, namak thoda kam lag raha hai is daal me... Tumhara dhyaan kahin aur rehta hai aaj kal.”

Arti halka sa sir hila kar smile karti hai — “Ji Maa ji...” bas itna hi.

Saas (Abhishek ki taraf mud kar)
“Dekho beta, maine kabhi Arti ko itna udas nahi dekha tha. Lagta hai library wale logon ke beech jaake apni soch badal li hai.”

Abhishek ekdum awkward ho jaata hai, spoon haath me freeze ho jaata hai.
Uske aankhon me clearly likha hai — “Ab main kya kahu?”

Arti chup chaap roti tod rahi hoti hai, par uska chehra zara sa jhuk gaya hai.
Room me ek uneasy silence chhata hai.

Anurag (aankhen utha kar, calm but firm)
“Maa... library jaane me kya burai hai?”

Saas turant ghur kar dekhti hai.
“Burai nahi beta, par ghar bhi sambhalna hota hai na. Tumhare bhai din bhar mehnat karte hain aur Arti ko bas kitaabon me khoya rehta dekh lo.”

Anurag (tone thoda upar)
“Par Maa, aapne kab dekha ki bhabhi ne ghar nahi sambhala? Subah se sham tak wahi to karti hain!”

Abhishek ‘Anurag bas kar’ type expression deta hai, lekin Anurag rukta nahi.

Anurag (continuing, emotional)
“Har baar unse galti dhoondhne ki koshish mat kijiye Maa.
Kabhi unke efforts pe bhi nazar daliye — aapko to sirf namak kam lagta hai, par main dekhta hoon kaise wo sab ke liye apna time deti hain.”

Saas ki aankhon me thoda shock aur gussa dono aa jaata hai.
“Tum badtameezi kar rahe ho Anurag!”

Anurag (seedha aankhon me dekh kar)
“Sach bolna badtameezi hota hai kya Maa?”

Abhishek thoda intervene karta hai, tone soft rakhta hai:
“Anurag... bas kar, Maa thak gayi hongi.”

Par iss baar Arti ke aankhon me ek chhoti si chamak aa jaati hai —
pehli baar koi uske liye khada hua hai.
Uska haath table ke niche lightly Anurag ke haath ko thank you jaisa touch karta hai.

Saas uth kar thoda drama ke style me dupatta sambhalte hue bolti hai:
“Bas, ab main khana khatam karti hoon. Aaj kal ke bachche... Maa se zyada samajhdaar ban gaye hain.”

Wo uth ke apne room ki taraf chali jaati hai.

Silence.
Abhishek ek long sigh leta hai.

Abhishek (Arti se softly)
“Arti... ignore karna Maa ko. Unki aadat hai.”

Arti sirf halka sa smile karti hai — aankhon me gratitude, aur thoda guilt bhi.

Anurag (thoda chilled tone me)
“Bhabhi, agli baar namak thoda aur kam karna... warna Maa ko lagega ghar me koi miracle ho gaya hai.”

Sab hans padte hain. Tension dissolve ho jaata hai.
Camera slowly zoom out karta hai —
dining table pe ab sirf halki si hassi, garam daal ki khushboo, aur ek parivar ka apna version of peace chhoda jaata hai.

FADE OUT.

INT. RAHAT KA GHAR – NIGHT (SAME NIGHT AS ARTI’S DINNER)


Camera cut hota hai ek chhoti, cozy room par — fairy lights ke halke halke bulbs jal rahe hain, ek side me mic aur headphone setup pada hai, aur table par chhota “RJ Rahat On Air” ka standee.

Rahat bed ke ek kone me folded legs me mobile liye baithi hai,
room me halki si Lata Mangeshkar ki old song instrumental baj rahi hai.
Uska chehra screen ki roshni me halka chamak raha hai — uske mood me ek ajeeb mishran hai — thakan + boredom + thoda sa yearning.

CAMERA CLOSE UP — Phone screen:
Instagram scroll ho raha hai — ek ke baad ek couples reels,
shaadi dance videos, candlelight dinners...
Rahat ke lips se ek chhoti si sarcastic smile nikalti hai.

Rahat (khud se, thoda fun tone me):
“Sab log itna pyaar me busy hain jaise India me inflation hi khatam ho gaya ho...”

She scrolls again — ek reel me ek RJ ka night talk show clip aata hai jahan ek RJ apni “late-night confession call” segment chala raha hota hai.
Uska caption: “RJ Sameer’s show — Dil ke Raaz”

Rahat ka finger thoda rukta hai.
Uske chehre par ek mixed expression — curiosity aur annoyance dono.

Rahat (murmur karte hue):
“Sameer... ab bhi wahi fake emotions sell kar raha hai on-air...”

Camera thoda zoom karta hai —
uske aankhon me ek chhoti si emotional flicker.
Ye wahi Sameer hai — uska ex-colleague aur wo insaan jisse Rahat ne ek waqt me pasand kiya tha... par jisse usne apni izzat ke liye distance banayi thi.

Wo apna phone ek taraf fenk deti hai —
“Uff... gone are the days.”

Phir uth ke apne dressing mirror ke paas jaati hai —
mirror pe ek sticky note chipka hai, likha hai:
“Dream Big. Talk Louder. Don’t Settle.”

Rahat muskurati hai, thoda inspiration feel karte hue.
Apne hair band tight karti hai, aur mic setup on kar deti hai.
Mic ke samne baith kar headset pehenti hai.

Ek chhoti si red light jalti hai — “Recording...”

Rahat (soft tone me, mic me):
“Good evening Mumbai... yeh hai aapki Rahat...
Aaj hum baat karenge un logo ki jo din bhar duniya ke liye smile karte hain,
lekin raat me apne questions se ladte hain.”

Voice slow fade in hota hai, camera uske chehre ke close up par rukta hai —
ek confident RJ, jiske dil me ab bhi ek kahani pending hai.

Thoda pause —
phir wo casual smile ke sath ek joke bolti hai:

Rahat:
“Waise agar koi mere jaisa single RJ sun raha ho...
to please comment me mat likhna ‘mujhe bhi Rahat chahiye’...
kyunki main sirf dil ki baat karti hoon, dil nahi baantti.”

Background me soft laughter track bajta hai,
aur uske lips pe ek charming confident smile.

Camera zoom out —
window ke bahar se city lights dikhai deti hain,
aur RJ Rahat ka show ki voice fade hoti hai:

“You’re listening to Rahat Nights —
Jahan baat sirf awaaz ki nahi, jazbaat ki hoti hai.”

FADE OUT.

[sushilt20]

Excellent update and awesome story

[Greenwood]

Episode 14



EXT. MUMBAI – SUBAH KA SCENE – NEXT DAY
(Camera opens on the city waking up — newspaper stalls, bus horns, chai ke dhuein ke sath thodi si halchal.)

MONTAGE STYLE OPENING:

Anushka apni car me office ke liye ready ho rahi hai — ek crisp white shirt aur navy blue pencil skirt me confident, ek hand me coffee, ek hand me laptop bag.

Rahat apne radio station ke liye nikalti hai, earphones laga kar auto ke window se baahar dekhti hui — ab bhi uske dimaag me kal raat ka Sameer yaad hai.

Arti apni kitchen me hoti hai, aaj mood thoda halka hai — saas ke taane ke baad bhi wo ek chhoti si smile ke sath breakfast bana rahi hai.

Anisha hostel ke gate se nikal kar apni college bus pakadti hai — ek haath me book, doosre me phone.

Ishani apni scooty par Food Adda ke liye nikalti hai, traffic me horn bajate hue — dimaag me kal ka case ghoom raha hai.


CUT TO:
EXT. LOCAL COURT BUILDING – 10:00 AM

Camera tilt up karta hai ek purani si building par — "Metropolitan Magistrate Court, Mumbai."
Gate ke bahar media wale khade hain, cameras ready.

Reporter (mic le kar):
“Yesterday night social media pe viral hua accident video — jisme ek well-known industrialist ke bete Vicky Mehra ki car ne ek old lady ko hit kiya... aaj pehli hearing hone wali hai.”

Ek black luxury car court ke gate par rukti hai —
Vicky Mehra sunglasses me, thoda nervous lekin egoistic expression ke sath nikalta hai. Uske sath uska manager aur vakil dono.

Camera shift hota hai doosri side —
ek auto rukta hai jisme Humera utarti hai — ek simple salwar suit me, aankhon me gussa aur determination.
Uske sath Ishani bhi hai, ek file pakde hue.

Humera (thoda slow, Ishani se):
“Kal raat abbu ro rahe the... keh rahe the case me paisa walon se kaun ladega... par main nahi darungi.”

Ishani (softly):
“Bas yahi himmat rakho, Humera. Ab hum akeli nahi hain.”

Camera Ishani ke chehre pe rukta hai — confident but heavy expression.
Uske mind me kal raat ki meeting flash hoti hai — Behen_Code members ka ek hi target: Justice for Humera’s dadi.

INT. COURT ROOM – LATER

Judge ke saamne dono parties khadi hain.
Vicky ka lawyer smooth tone me bol raha hai:
“Your Honour, it was an unfortunate accident... our client is ready for full compensation.”

Humera (interrupt karte hue):
“Your Honour, paisa se meri dadi ki saansein wapas nahi aayengi!”

Courtroom me halki si halchal hoti hai.
Ishani uska haath pakad kar calm karne ki koshish karti hai.

Vicky sirf zameen ki taraf dekhta rehta hai — guilt aur arrogance dono uske chehre pe nazar aate hain.

Judge sunta hai aur case ko next hearing ke liye rakhta hai.

EXT. COURT – BAAD ME

Media cameras flash karte hain.
Humera reporters se bachti hai, Ishani uska haath pakad kar usse car tak laati hai.

Reporter:
“Miss, kya aapko lagta hai aap ek bade business family ke khilaf jeet sakti hain?”

Ishani (thoda firm tone me):
“Jeet hamesha uski hoti hai jiska zameer saaf hota hai.”

Reporter stunned — Ishani seedha nikal jaati hai.

CUT TO PARALLEL SCENES:

? Arti’s Kitchen (Gyaan Ganga ke upar wala floor)
Arti apna bluetooth on karti hai aur Behen_Code group me bolti hai:
“Ladkiyo... case officially court me chala gaya hai. Ab hamara next step ready hona chahiye.”
Saas door se chillati hai: “Arti, gas band karna na bhooliyo!”
Sab hans padti hai speaker par.

? Anushka – Bank Office:
Ek client meeting ke beech bhi uska phone vibrate karta hai — Group Chat Notification: “Vicky Case Update”
Wo halki si smile ke sath phone lock karti hai aur confidently deal close karti hai:
“Mr. Sharma, paperwork ready hai. Let’s sign it.”
(Peeche colleagues uske professionalism ki tareef karte hain.)

? Rahat – Radio Cabin:
Apne mic ke samne baithi hai, aur Ishani ka message padhti hai:
“Case court me chala gaya.”
Wo mic ke sath lean karke softly bolti hai:
“Sometimes the fight for truth starts in silence... and ends with courage.”
Background me ek emotional song cue hota hai.

EXT. FOOD ADDA – EVENING

Ishani wapas apne restaurant par hai, apni table wipe karte hue.
Riya (uski junior waitress) puchti hai,
“Didi, sab thik hai? Aaj aap thoda serious lag rahe ho...”
Ishani muskurati hai,
“Thik ho jaayega, Riya. Thoda waqt lagta hai sach ko awaaz banne me.”

Camera zoom out karta hai —
Background me Mumbai ka sunset,
aur Ishani ke phone par ek Group Notification flash hota hai:

> ? BEHEN_CODE: “Next Mission – Vicky Mehra.”

CUT TO BLACK.
? Background score: slow build, thriller tone with heartbeat rhythm.


ANISHA’S COLLEGE SEMINAR

INT. COLLEGE AUDITORIUM – LATE MORNING
Lights dim. Stage pe ek motivational seminar chal raha hai — banner pe likha hai:
? “Women in Action: Voices of Change”

Anisha apni bench pe baithi hai — ek haath me notebook, doosre me pen, lekin aankhein stage par tikki hui hain.
Stage pe ek guest speaker bol rahi hoti hai — mid 30s, confident, calm tone me.

SPEAKER:
“Main chhoti si jagah se aayi thi... log kehte the ladkiyaan sirf adjust karti hain, change nahi laati.
Par mujhe laga — agar hum khud hi apne liye nahi ladenge, toh koi aur nahi ladega.”

Hall me taaliyan bajti hain.
Anisha ke chehre par ek soft smile, aankhon me ek alag si inspiration.
Uske dimaag me flash — Behen_Code ke first mission ka ek glimpse (wo scene jahan group ne ek ladki ko abusive relationship se nikala tha).

Uske side me baithi uski best friend Neha halki si whisper karti hai:
Neha: “Tu toh bas note bana rahi hai, ya sach me sun bhi rahi hai?”
Anisha (muskurake): “Sunn rahi hoon... kabhi kabhi kuch baatein dil me likh jaati hain.”

INT. COLLEGE AUDITORIUM – LATER (POST SEMINAR)
Crowd bahar ja raha hai. Speaker logon se mil rahi hoti hai.
Anisha hesitant hai — phir thoda courage gather karti hai aur jaakar milti hai.

Anisha: “Ma’am, mujhe aapki speech bahut achi lagi... main bhi kabhi-kabhi kuch likhti hoon, par kabhi kisi ko dikhaya nahi.”

Speaker (warmly): “Kabhi-kabhi apni awaaz chhupane se behtar hai use duniya tak pahuchana.
Tum likhti raho. Shayad kal koi aur ladki tumhare words se himmat paaye.”

Anisha ke chehre pe ek deep expression.
Vo “thank you” kehti hai aur nikal jaati hai.

EXT. COLLEGE GATE – SAME TIME
Bahar ek black car park hoti hai.
Car ke andar ek ladka — approx 23 years, neatly dressed, phone pe busy.
Uska naam Kabir (college volunteer aur event photographer).

Anisha nikalti hai aur accidentally uski car ke mirror se takra jaati hai.
Mirror fold hota hai, aur dono ke aankh milte hain — ek moment ka freeze frame.

Kabir (gentle tone): “Arre, sambhal ke! Mirror tod dogi toh mujhe bhagna padega...”
Anisha (thoda sharmake): “Sorry... thoda rush tha.”
Kabir (muskurate hue): “No worries. Tum seminar me thi na?
Main photos click kar raha tha, tum sabse serious lag rahi thi.”

Anisha awkwardly smiles,
“Main bas likh rahi thi...”
Kabir: “Next time likhne se pehle coffee bhi likh lena — mere sath.”

Anisha blush kar deti hai —
Bas itna hi moment, aur wo gate cross kar jaati hai.
Camera Kabir ke smile pe rukta hai — clearly intrigued.

CUT TO:
EVENING – ANISHA’S ROOM (AUNTY’S HOUSE)
Wo apne diary me likh rahi hoti hai:

> “Kabhi kabhi kuch log milte hain bina reason ke...
Shayad unhe humare chapter ka part banna hota hai.”

Background me ek soft indie track chalta hai.
Aunty door se aawaaz lagati hai:
“Anisha, khana thanda ho raha hai!”

Anisha diary band karti hai, ek chhoti si smile ke sath:
“Aa rahi hoon, Aunty.”

Camera diary pe zoom karta hai —
Cover pe likha hai: “#Behen_Code Journal”
aur uske neeche ek small note likha hai —

> “Next meeting: Ishani ke message ka wait.”

FADE OUT.
ANUSHKA’S OFFICE SUCCESS & SILENT TRIGGER

INT. BANK – MORNING HOURS

Camera glide karta hai through a busy branch office — counters pe customers, typing ki awaaz, forms ke piles, aur kahin se printer ka continuous sound.
Is hustle ke beech — ek corner cabin me Anushka baithi hai.
Formal shirt, neatly tied hair, confident expression.

Uske table par ek trophy rakhi hai —
✨ “Employee of the Quarter – Anushka Sharma” ✨

Colleagues taaliyan baja rahe hain, Manager Mr. Ghosh khush lag rahe hain.
Mr. Ghosh:
“Excellent performance, Anushka! You’ve doubled the client base this quarter. Keep it up.”

Anushka (modestly):
“Thank you, sir. Team ka bhi effort tha.”

Peeche se ek halki sarcastic awaaz:
“Team ka effort… ya sirf Anushka ka naam?”

Camera turn hota hai —
Wahan Sumeet, ek mid-level officer, khada hai — same department, same promotion track.
Chehre pe smile hai, lekin aankhon me wo “hidden burn” dikhta hai.

Mr. Ghosh:
“Haha, come on, Sumeet! Thoda healthy competition hona chahiye office me.”

Sab hans dete hain, lekin Sumeet ki muskaan zyada der nahi tikti.
Camera close-up: uska jaw tighten hota hai, aankhen trophy par tik jaati hain.

INT. BANK CAFETERIA – LUNCH TIME

Anushka ek corner table par lunch kar rahi hai.
Uske sath ek junior colleague Pooja hai.
Pooja: “Ma’am, aapko pata hai? Head Office aapko training workshop me bhejne wala hai — Mumbai!”
Anushka (surprised): “Sach me? That’s amazing…”

Camera pan — kuch tables door Sumeet baitha hai, phone pe quietly text kar raha hai kisi ko:

> “She’s being sent to Mumbai. Time to make things interesting.”

Screen pe uske message ka reply blink karta hai:

> “Understood. I’ll handle the file.”

(Background me soft, unsettling score chalta hai.)

INT. BRANCH RECORD ROOM – EVENING

Record room me low light hai, sirf ek tube light flicker karti hai.
Sumeet andar aata hai, ek drawer kholta hai jahan client verification files rakhin hoti hain.
Ek file nikalta hai jisme likha hai — “Client: Avant FinCorp – Handled by Anushka Sharma”

Wo file me kuch papers ke replacement karta hai — quietly.
Bas ek shot me dikhta hai — usne ek fake signature slip insert kar di.

Sumeet (murmur karta hua):
“Ab dekhte hain Employee of the Quarter ka magic kitne din tikta hai.”

Light flicker hoti hai, aur wo file close kar ke chala jaata hai.

INT. ANUSHKA’S CABIN – NEXT DAY MORNING

Anushka fresh aur confident mood me files check kar rahi hoti hai.
Tabhi Mr. Ghosh andar aate hain — unke chehre par concern hai.

Mr. Ghosh:
“Anushka… ek chhoti si problem hui hai. Avant FinCorp file me kuch discrepancy nikli hai.”
Anushka (shocked): “Discrepancy? Kaise possible hai, sir? Main personally verify kiya tha.”

Mr. Ghosh:
“Head Office ko clarification chahiye. You’ll have to explain by tomorrow.”

Anushka ka expression freeze hota hai — disbelief aur confusion ke beech.
Camera zoom out hota hai uske face pe,
Background me uski trophy table par hi rakhi hai —
Ab us trophy ke reflection me Anushka ka worried face dikh raha hota hai.

CUT TO:
Sumeet corridor me khada, coffee lete hue glass window se uske cabin ki taraf dekh raha hota hai.
Uske chehre pe ek calm, slow smile — satisfaction jaisi.
Background me ek haunting instrumental music chalta hai.

FADE OUT – END OF SCENE.

ANUSHKA’S DAY OF CONFUSION

INT. BANK – NEXT MORNING

Camera open hota hai ek dull cloudy morning pe.
Bank ke glass doors ke through Anushka andar aati hai — uske chehre par halka sa tension dikh raha hai.
Normal jaisi confident walk ab thodi slow lagti hai.

She enters her cabin, bag desk par rakhti hai.
Manager Mr. Ghosh ke words ab bhi uske dimaag me echo ho rahe hain —

> “Head Office ko clarification chahiye…”

Uske phone par ek notification blink karta hai — “Audit Department: Meeting at 4 PM.”
Anushka deep breath leti hai, aur file kholti hai —
pages flip karte hue kuch samajhne ki koshish karti hai.
Close-up: file ke ek page par signatures clearly mismatch lagte hain.

Anushka (self-talk, confused):
“Main ne to verify kiya tha… ye sign alag kaise ho gaye?”

Uska junior staff Pooja andar aata hai.
Pooja: “Ma’am, coffee le aayi hoon. Aap okay lag nahi rahi ho?”
Anushka (forcing smile): “Haan, bas thoda office ka pressure hai.”

Pooja files me jhank kar casually kehti hai,
Pooja: “Ye Avant FinCorp wali file? Kal Head Office wale bhi iske bare me pooch rahe the.”
Anushka (alert hoti hai): “Kal? Kaun pooch raha tha?”
Pooja: “Ek internal audit officer aaye the — mujhe naam yaad nahi... kuch S... Sumeet sir se milke gaye they.”

Camera thoda pause karta hai Anushka ke face par —
Shock, suspicion aur silence ek sath.

INT. BANK CORRIDOR – LUNCH HOURS

Anushka file le kar quietly walk kar rahi hoti hai.
Ek passing shot me dikhta hai — Sumeet apne desk se casually uski taraf dekhta hai, aur smile karta hai.
Anushka sirf halki si polite smile de kar aage badh jaati hai,
lekin background me ek faint suspense track bajta hai — low violin hum.
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INT. BANK RECORD ROOM – SAME AFTERNOON

Anushka record room me aati hai —
low light, paper smell, thoda dust.
Wo wahi drawer kholti hai jahan kal usne file last time dekhi thi.
Files ekdam perfect sequence me lagi hoti hain —
almost too perfect.

Ek corner me ek blue folder rakha hai, jisme note laga hai –

> “FOR AUDIT ONLY.”

Wo folder casually uthati hai, lekin andar ke pages blank hain.
Sirf ek slip likhi hai:

> “Documentation matters when trust doesn’t.”

Background me faint “tick tick” sound of clock — suspense intensifies.

Anushka ka chehra pale pad jaata hai.
Uske haath se slip gir jaati hai.

Anushka (under breath):
“Yeh kisne likha...?”

INT. BANK – EVENING

Work hours khatam ho chuke hain.
Most employees nikal gaye hain.
Anushka apni car me baithti hai — same calm expression, par andar se uneasy.

Wo ignition start karti hai,
aur windshield se dekhti hai —
building ke second floor ke window se koi uski taraf dekh raha hai.
Just a silhouette.
Shadow ke haath me ek phone blink karta hai — screen light uske chehre ko partially illuminate karti hai.
Face ab bhi unseen.

Camera zoom —
Anushka ke rearview mirror me us reflection ka sirf ek glimpse milta hai,
aur scene fade hota hai uske confused expression par.

FADE OUT –

– RADIO STATION: “Rahat On Air”

INT. RADIO STATION – EVENING

Camera open hota hai — Studio lights dim, sirf ek red bulb “ON AIR” blink kar raha hai.
Table par coffee ka half-empty mug, mic ke side ek chhoti diary, aur headphones pehne Rahat apne full flow me hai.

Uski awaaz energetic, warm aur thodi teasing —

> “Aur doston, aaj ke shaam ke mehmaan hain hum sab ke mood ke hero — khud hum log!
Kahiin ja rahe ho, kahin se aa rahe ho, bas volume thoda badha do…
Kyunki Rahat yahin hai, aur aaj mood banana mera kaam hai!”

Background me halki guitar instrumental music chal rahi hoti hai.

Rahat phone line check karti hai —
Producer: “Line 3 par ek naya caller hai, naam Nisha likha hai.”
Rahat smile karte hue:
> “Aaiye Nisha ji, bataiye — aapka mood hum kis color ka karein aaj?”

Caller (playfully):
> “Rahat, mujhe aapka show bahut pasand hai… par mujhe aapse kuch personal sawaal puchhne the, chalega?”

Rahat (thoda hass kar):
> “Yeh kya baat hui, show ka naam hi ‘Dil se Dil tak’ hai…
Bas itna yaad rakhiye, mai HR nahi hoon, toh salary increment nahi milne wala!”

Studio me sab hans padte hain.

Caller:
> “Aapko coffee pasand hai ya chai?”
Rahat:
“Coffee. Bitter but real — jaise life.”
Caller:
“Aap zyada late night person ho ya morning person?”
Rahat:
“Main to dono hoon… kyunki mere ghar wale samajhte hain main so rahi hoon, aur meri audience samajhti hai main jag rahi hoon.”

Phir halki si hansi.
Ek soft musical jingle bajta hai background me.

Caller fir bolti hai, thoda teasing tone me —

> “Aur Rahat… ek baat aur. Mere friends kehte hain ki aap… Sameer ke jaise bolti hain, Sameer ki copy karti hain.
Kya yeh sach hai?”

Silence.
Red bulb still blinking, par studio me ek second ka pin drop moment.
Rahat ke chehre pe halki si khamoshi, aankhon me kuch purani yaad chhalkti hai.
Uske producer ke haath automatic fader ki taraf badhte hain —
par Rahat apni smile wapas le aati hai.

Rahat (smiling but controlled tone):

> “Arre wah! Pehli baar koi mujhe Sameer se compare kar gaya…
Lekin agar main Sameer ki copy hoon, toh duniya ke paas ab do Sameer hain — lucky world, right?”

Caller (thoda hichkichake):
> “Nahi nahi, mera woh matlab nahi tha—”
Rahat (light laugh ke saath):
“Relax, Nisha. Sameer meri inspiration tha, hai aur rahega…
Par copy? Nah!
Main apne mic ke saath khud ka sur banati hoon — Sameer jahan bhi ho, shayad yehi usse pasand aata.”

Ek deep pause ke baad wo cheerful tone me bolti hai —
> “Aur ab ek gaana Sameer ke fans ke liye —
‘Zindagi ek safar hai suhana…’”

Music start hota hai — old retro track.
Rahat mic se thoda peeche hoti hai, smile karte hue apni coffee uthati hai,
lekin aankhon me ek chhupi si nami dikh rahi hoti hai.

INT. RADIO STATION – CONTROL ROOM (SAME TIME)

Producer, Sameer ka purana photo computer screen par dekhta hai —
Rahat aur Sameer ka ek old candid pic, dono mic ke peeche hass rahe hain.
Producer sigh karta hai —

> “Kab tak ye dil ke channel off kar paayegi…”

Camera slowly zoom out hota hai —
Red “ON AIR” light fade hoti hai, aur retro gaane ki beat me dissolve hota scene.

[sushilt20]

Awesome update and nice story

[Greenwood]

Episode 15




Early Morning – Arti & Abhishek’s Bedroom

Subah ke 6 baje hain. Kamre me halki sooraj ki roshni parde ke kone se ghus rahi hai. Pankha dheere-dheere ghoom raha hai.

Abhishek ne aankh kholi — saamne Arti so rahi hai, uske baal thode bikhre hue, chehre par shanti.
Ek halka sa muskaan Abhishek ke chehre pe aata hai. Wo kareeb jaata hai, aur uske ghoonghat ke neeche se nikalte ek zulfe hatata hai.

Arti thoda sa hilli, aankhein aadhi khuli.
Arti (neend bhari awaaz me): “Abhishek… subah hui bhi hai?”
Abhishek (muskura kar): “Hui nahi… ab hone wali hai. Tumhari smile se din start karna chahta tha.”

Arti aankh uthakar dekhti hai, thoda blush karti hai.
Arti: “Bas karo… mummy ji uth gayi to?”
Abhishek: “Phir keh dena, aaj alarm main nahi tum thi…”

Wo hansi daba ke uthti hai, takiye se use halka sa dhakka deti hai.
Arti: “Tumhe har baat me mazaak chahiye… jao, main chai banane ja rahi hoon.”

Abhishek use rokta hai, uska haath pakadta hai, aur ek pal ke liye dono aankhon me dekhte hain — ek puri duniya si sukoon bhari nazar.
Phir Arti apna dupatta sambhalti hui hasti hai aur washroom ki taraf badh jaati hai.

Abhishek piche se kehta hai:
Abhishek (cheerfully): “Arti ji, chai me thoda extra pyaar daal dena!”

Arti bina mudhe sirf muskura deti hai —
Subah ke saath ek naya din shuru hota hai.


Scene: Morning – Arti’s Home (Kitchen to Bedroom)

Subah ab puri tarah se jag chuki hai. Kitchen me chai ki khushboo aur tadke ki halki si awaaz goonj rahi hai.
Arti ne breakfast ka aakhiri kaam khatam kar liya hai — gas band karti hai, apron utaarti hai aur hath dho kar apne dupatte se poochhti hai.

Uske chehre par ek shaant si satisfaction hai, jaise ghar ke kaam ke sath-sath usne apna din jeet liya ho.

Arti (apne aap se halki si muskura kar):
“Ab thoda khud ke liye waqt…”

Wo jaldi se kitchen ki lights off karti hai aur seedha apne kamre ki taraf badh jaati hai.
Room me abhishek ka office bag pada hai, parde se halki dhoop andar aa rahi hai.
Arti wardrobe ke saamne khadi hoti hai — almari kholte hi ek halki khushbu uske kapdon se nikalti hai.

Saree ke neatly folded sections ek ek kar ke nazar aate hain — cottons, silks, light prints, aur kuchh special occasions wali.
Uske haath ek pastel pink saree par ruk jaate hain — border par chhoti golden zari, bahut saalon se untouched.

Wo saree ko haath me leti hai, ungliyon se uska kapda mehsoos karti hai.
Chehre par ek halki si muskaan aa jaati hai — jaise koi yaad dimaag me ubhar aayi ho.


? Montage Begins (Soft Instrumental Music):

Arti mirror ke saamne khadi hai, saree ka pallu apne kandhe pe set kar rahi hai.

Baalon me clip lagati hai, ek chhoti si bindi chipkati hai.

Apne mangalsutra ko haath se theek karti hai.

Dresser ke mirror me apna reflection dekhti hai, ek second ke liye khud se aankhein milati hai.


Uske chehre par ek graceful confidence hai — Arti, ek wife, ek homemaker, aur ek Behen_Code team member.

Montage ke end me Arti ek halka sa kajal lagati hai, dupatta set karti hai, aur mirror ke samne muskura kar softly kehti hai —
“Ready… har front ke liye.”

Scene: Gyaan Ganga Library – Late Morning


Halki si hawa khidki se andar aa rahi hai, library ke andar ek sukoon bhara sa mahol hai.
Shelf ke beech me Arti apni favorite reading corner me baithi hai — ek wooden armchair, jahan se dhoop ki patli si rekh uske page par padti hai.

Table par chai ka ek cup ab thoda thanda ho chuka hai, aur uske haath me ek romantic–mystery novel hai — “The Scarlet Confession.”
Uska dhyaan puri tarah kitab me dooba hua hai.

Narration ke words uske chehre ke emotions ke sath blend hone lagte hain 
kabhi halki muskaan, kabhi halki saans rok lena.





? Voice Over (as if novel ke lines uske dimaag me guj rahi ho):
“...Usne uske paas aakar uske baalon ko halki si ungliyon se hataya,
aur bola — tum jaanti ho, tum khud ek raaz ho…”

Arti ke haath ki ungliyan page ke upar ruk jaati hain.
Wo page ke corners ko thoda press karti hai, jaise us moment me khud us heroine ki jagah ho.

Uske aankhon me ek dreamy glow hai, lips pe ek faint smile.
Chair me thoda adjust karte hue wo peeche tilt hoti hai, ek lamha ke liye aankhein band karti hai —
aur bina notice kiye uska saree ka pallu dheere se shoulder se slide hokar neeche girta hai.

Hawa thodi tez chalti hai, uske baal halki si hilte hain,
aur wo apne aap me gum — ek kahani ke beech apni kahani likhne lagti hai.
Arti abhi bhi conscious nahi hai apni haalat par
Uska pyara sa cleavage uske pallu ke hatne se nazar aata hai jo uske dono santro ke bich ki darar ko saaf saaf zaahir kar raha tha
Lekin Arti apni haalat se abhi bhi anjaan thi
Ek tez hawa ka jhonka or aata hai or Arti ke hair slow motion me udne lagte hai

Hawa ka jhonka aur tez ho gaya hai. Shelfon ke beech se kuchh papers udd kar hawa me hilte hue Arti ke paas girte hain.Wo apni kitab me ab bhi doobi hui hai ankhein us page ke shabdon me khoi hui, jaise duniya ka sab shor uske liye band ho gaya ho.

Uske baal hawa ke saath nache ja rahe hain, dhoop ke ek tukde me wo pal ek tasveer sa ban gaya hai — ek soft, unguarded moment.

Lekin Library me koi ek shakhs khada hai,
shaayad koi unknown admirer.
Uske haath me ek file hai, par uski nazar sirf ek chehre par tik gayi hai  Arti par.
Arti ke husn ka yeh nazara usko deewana banane ke liye kaafi tha.

Uske chehre ki calmness, uski aadat ki simplicity, aur wo khoyi hui muskaan
kuch aisa tha jo us insaan ko ruk jane par majboor kar gaya.

Camera angle shift hota hai —
door se wo person dheere se ek kadam aage badhta hai,
par turant ruk jaata hai…
ek respect bhare hesitation ke saath.

Bas itna hi moment tha —
ek pal ke liye Arti ek kahani me khoi thi,
aur koi aur us kahani me usse kho gaya tha.

Ek soft trrring trrring ki aawaaz ne Arti ka saara trance tod diya.
Uska mobile counter par vibrate kar raha tha —
screen par kuch missed calls from Ishani blink kar rahi thi.

Arti ka dhyaan jaise achanak reality me wapas aa gaya.
Usne halki si saans li, aankhein blink ki, aur tabhi —
uska nazar library ke glass door ke paar kisi par tik gayi.

Wahi ladka  formal shirt me, sleeves folded,
ek file haath me liye hue —
jaise bas kuch bolne hi wala ho, par ruk gaya ho.

Dono ki nazrein ek pal ke liye milti hain.
Khaamoshi me bhi ek ajeeb si garmahat thi.
Arti ke chehre par ek halka sa surprise aur sharam ka rang ubhar aata hai,
aur tabhi use apni haalat ka ehsaas hota hai —
uske baal bikre hue, pallu shoulder se halka sa phisla hua,
aur uske haath me ab bhi wo open novel.

Wo ek jhatke me apni chair ghum deti hai,
baalon ko sametkar pin lagati hai, pallu ko sambhalti hai,
aur apna sans le kar ek composed librarian mode me wapas aati hai.

Phir, dheere se, wo wapas mud kar dekhti hai —
lekin wo ladka…
kahin nahi tha.

Sirf door se dhoop ke ek tukde me hawa me hilta hua ek page,
aur ek ajnabi sa khayaal,
jo uske mann me chhode gaya tha —
kaun tha wo? aur kyun aaya tha?

Arti phone uthati hai,
ek halki si muskaan ke sath — jaise khud se keh rahi ho:
“Bas… kitabein hi toh padh rahi thi main…”

Camera zoom out karta hai —
Gyaan Ganga Library ke us shant mahaul me,
sirf ek kahani ki nayi file khul chuki thi.

Scene: College Campus – Present Day, Afternoon


Campus ke ek kone me purani stone-bench ke paas Anisha apni notebook me kuch likh rahi thi.
Uske aas-paas ka mahaul usual tha —
canteen se uthti samose ki khushboo,
door se debate team ka shor,
aur unke beech ek chhoti si shaanti, jisme Anisha ka focus bas uske notes par tha.

Ek halki hawa chali, aur uske paper hilne lage.
Anisha ne unhe sambhalne ke liye haath badhaya hi tha
ki koi aawaz aayi —

“Careful… warna tumhare notes phir se hawa me ud jaayenge.”

Wo pal bhar ke liye ruki,
aur jaise hi usne sir uthaya —
uske saamne Kabir khada tha.
Same mischievous smile,
jo us din seminar ke bahar takraate waqt thi.

Anisha (thoda chonki, par composed):
“Oh… tum? Again?”

Kabir (muskurate hue):
“Haan, again. Lagta hai tum mujhe stalk kar rahi ho.”

Anisha (eyebrow utha ke):
“Excuse me? Pehle tum takraaye the, ab yahan aa gaye ho. Stalker tum lag rahe ho.”

Kabir hans padta hai, bench ke corner par baith jaata hai,
apna bag ek side rakhta hai.
Dono ke beech ek awkward-si khaamoshi hoti hai,
phir Anisha ice-break karti hai —

Anisha: “Waise aaj kaunsa seminar dekhne aaye ho?
Ya bas hawa khane?”

Kabir (thoda casual): “Marketing trends wala.
Actually mere ek friend ne bola tha wahan free snacks milte hain.”

Anisha uske jawab par hansi rok nahi paati.
Uski aankhon me ek halka sa sparkle aa jaata hai —
pehli baar wo thoda khul kar hasti hai.

Anisha: “Toh tum seminar snacks ke liye attend karte ho?”
Kabir: “Bilkul. Knowledge toh YouTube se mil jaati hai,
seminar me samose milte hain.”

Dono ke beech ek chhoti si laughter exchange hoti hai.
Kuch seconds tak sirf hawa aur unki hansi ke echoes sunai dete hain.

Phir ek pal ke liye dono chup ho jaate hain —
na awkward, na forced,
bas ek calm comfort.

Kabir (softly): “Waise tum… har waqt itni serious rehti ho?”
Anisha (thoda smile karte hue): “Shayad… par tumhare jaise log dekh kar thoda change karne ka mann karta hai.”

Kabir halka sa blush karta hai,
aur camera un dono ke chehre par focus karta hai —
ek anjaan si warmth, ek not-yet-friend wali vibe.

Bell bajti hai.
Anisha apni notebook band karti hai,
Kabir uth kar bag pehenta hai.

Kabir: “Phir milte hain… Miss Focused.”
Anisha (smiling softly): “Phir milte hain… Mr. Snacks.”

Dono opposite directions me chalte hain,
aur background me slow guitar strum ke sath frame fade out ho jaata hai.

Scene: Aaji ka Ghar – Shaam Ka Waqt


Hawa me shaam ki ek purani si khushboo thi —
jaise kuch purani yaadein wapas aayi ho.
Aaji ka drawing room — wahi purana sofa,
ek side par chai ke cup, dusri taraf ek file open,
aur beech me woh “Behen_Code” ke teen members —
Ishani, Anushka aur Anisha — serious chehre ke sath baithe hue.

Rahat or Arti ka voice Bluetooth speaker se sunai de raha tha,
uski usual teasing tone ke bajaye aaj ek heavy calmness thi.

Ishani: “Aaj ka din important hai… kal hearing hai.
Hum sabko apni statement ekdum clear deni hai.”

Aaji ek corner me silently baithi sabko dekh rahi thi,
unki aankhen Ishani par tikki thi — jaise samajh rahi ho
ki aaj uske andar kuch aur hi toofan chal raha hai.

Doorbell bajti hai.
Ishani khud uth kar jaati hai.
Darwaza khulne par saamne Humera khadi thi —
simple suit me, aankhon me thoda darr aur thoda hosla.

Ishani (muskurate hue): “Aao Humera, andar aao.
Tumse milo — ye meri team hai.”

Humera dheere se room me aati hai.
Anisha pehle haath badhati hai — “Hi… I’m Anisha.”
Anushka ek supportive smile ke sath — “Bank me kaam karti hoon,
par zyada kaam yahan dil se hota hai.”
Bluetooth se Rahat ki awaaz aati hai —
“Aur main hoon Rahat, awaazon ki duniya se,
aaj kuch zyada serious mood me hoon.”

Room me thoda halka laughter ghoom jaata hai,
thoda tension kam ho jaata hai.

Ishani (serious tone me): “Humera, kal tumhe court me bold rehna hoga.
Vicky Mehra powerful hai, lekin usse bhi zyada powerful sach hota hai.”

Humera halki si haan me sir hilati hai,
uske haath me abhi bhi uski dadi ki tasveer thi.
Wo tasveer usne apni ungliyon me kas ke pakad rakhi thi.

Anushka: “Jo log paison ke dam par insaaf khareedte hain,
wo ye bhool jaate hain ki har case me evidence nahi —
kisi ka zameer bhi gawahi deta hai.”

Arti ki awaaz fir ghoomti hai speaker me:
“Humera, tu akeli nahi hai.
Kal agar tujhe darr lage, to sochna ki hum sab tere sath court ke andar nahi,
court ke andar tere jazbe me honge.”

Ek halki si smile Humera ke chehre par aa jaati hai.
Uski aankhon me aansu bhi hain, aur ek naya confidence bhi.

Aaji (dheere se): “Betiyan kabhi haar nahi maanti…
Bas unhe yaad dilane ke liye ek behen zaroor chahiye hoti hai.”

Silence.
Room me ek emotional pause chha jaata hai.

Ishani ek deep breath leti hai —
“Kal sirf case nahi jeetna hai… kal dar ko harana hai.”

Sab ek dusre ki taraf dekhti hain —
ek silent nod, ek team jise kisi ne naam nahi diya,
par jiska mission sabse bada tha: “Behen_Code.”

Camera dheere dheere zoom out hota hai —
table par ek file padi hai jisme likha hai “State vs. Vicky Mehra”,
aur us file ke upar Aaji ke haath tikke hain,
jaise wo dua kar rahi ho kisi unseen himmat ke liye.

Scene: Lawyer’s Office – Shaam ka waqt (Court ke ek din pehle)


Ek soft golden light window ke blind se andar aa rahi thi.
Room me files ka ek organized sa jungle tha —
ek corner me Indian Penal Code ki moti-moti books,
aur beech me ek mahogany table,
jiske upar coffee ka ek cup abhi bhi thoda dhuan chhod raha tha.

Camera pan karta hai:
Door khulne ki awaz —
andar aati hai Ishani aur Humera.

Humera ke chehre pe ab bhi tension ke saaye the,
lekin Ishani ke expression me ek determination tha —
wo ab dare hue insaan ki tarah nahi,
balki ek fighter ki tarah aayi thi.

Table ke us paar baithi thi Advocate Nandita Menon —
mid-40s, sharp eyes, calm posture,
aur ek confident smile jo kisi bhi client ko thoda assurance de sakti thi.


Nandita (file band karte hue):
“Ah, finally you’re here. Sit, both of you.”

Ishani (nervously): “Ma’am… kal ka case… thoda darr lag raha hai.”

Nandita ek deep sigh leti hai,
apni pencil ko ungliyon me ghumate hue bolti hai:
“Darr lagna zaruri hai, Ishani.
Wahi darr tumhe alert rakhega.
Lekin ek baat yaad rakhna — sach ko kabhi practice ki zarurat nahi hoti.”

Humera chup thi.
Uski aankhen Nandita ke chehre par tikki thi,
jaise kuch reassurance dhoond rahi ho.

Nandita (Humera ki taraf):
“Tumhe kal statement dena hoga —
poore court ke saamne.
Aur Vicky ke lawyer tumhe confuse karne ki koshish karega.
Par tumhare paas sabse bada weapon kya hai pata hai?”

Humera (halke se): “Sach…”

Nandita (smiling): “Exactly.
Wahi cheez jo unke paas kabhi nahi hoti.”

Room me ek confidence ka layer chha jaata hai.

Ishani (thoda concern se):
“Ma’am, agar unhone paisa aur power use kiya to?”

Nandita (table par palm rakhte hue):
“Ishani, main 15 saal se criminal cases lad rahi hoon.
Mujhe maloom hai kaun paisa lagata hai aur kaun dil.
Aur main kabhi haar nahi maanti jab mere saath dil se ladne wale log hote hain.
Kal hum jeetenge, bas tum dono ko himmat nahi harni hai.”

Ek heavy silence room me ghoomta hai.
Window ke bahar se horn aur traffic ki awaazein aati hain —
Mumbai ki zindagi chalti rehti hai,
lekin yahan, teen auratein ek naye insaaf ke liye tayyar ho rahi thi.

Nandita file band karti hai,
aur apni diary me likhti hai:
“Tomorrow – Case 47A: State vs Vicky Rathod — Let truth make the noise.”

Nandita (khade hote hue):
“Humera, kal court me rona mat.
Tears sympathy nahi dete,
confidence jeet dilata hai.
Aur Ishani…” (ek halka smile)
“...tumhare jaise log mujhe yaad dilate hain
ki activism sirf rallies me nahi, kabhi kabhi dil me bhi hoti hai.”

Ishani (muskurate hue): “Thank you, ma’am.”

Camera slow zoom out —
Nandita un dono ke saath window ke paas jaakar khadi hoti hai.
Teen silhouettes — ek lawyer, ek witness, aur ek savior —
sunset ki roshni me ek nayi ladayi ke liye ready.

[sushilt20]

Outstanding update and nice story

[momass]

keep going bro

[Greenwood]

Episode 16




Arti ke ghar – shaam ka waqt

Kitchen me cooker ki seeti baj rahi hai.
Mother-in-law TV ke saamne bhajan chala kar baithi hai.
Arti silently sink ke paas bartan dhoti ja rahi hai —
lekin uska mind kahi aur hai.

Uske haath me ab bhi woh court notice copy folded hai —
Ishani ne kal bheji thi, hearing ki date likhi hui.

Arti sink band karti hai,
aur apne reflection ko dekhte hue halki awaaz me bolti hai:
“Kab tak hum chup rahenge…”

Peeche se Abhishek aata hai —
uske haath me office ki file hai.
Abhishek: “Kya soch rahi ho, Arti?”

Arti ek pal ke liye muskurati hai,
par uski aankhon me guilt aur jazba dono chhup nahi paate.
Arti: “Kuch nahi... bas... kabhi kabhi lagta hai duniya ko badalne ke liye pehle khud ko samjhna padta hai.”
Abhishek confuse hota hai, par kuch nahi kehta.
Uske jaane ke baad Arti phone nikalti hai —
“Group chat – BEHEN_CODE” kholti hai,
aur likhti hai:

> “Kal hearing hai. Hum sab saath hain. Ishani ko akela mehsoos nahi hone dena.”




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Scene 2: Rahat – Radio Station (Late Evening Broadcast)

Mic ke saamne sitting posture perfect.
Headphones pehne hue, voice soft aur deep.
Show ka title – “Dil Ki Baat – with Rahat.”

Rahat (on air):
“Zindagi me kabhi kabhi sach bolne ke liye court nahi, himmat chahiye hoti hai.
Aur agar koi ladki sach ke liye lad rahi hai… to samaj uska saath de, ya na de — uska dil use kabhi akela nahi chhodta.”

Producer cabin me se thumbs-up karta hai.
Rahat ek chhoti si smile karti hai,
par andar se wo apne father ke kal ke words yaad karti hai —
“Yeh sab kaam ladkiyon ke nahi hote.”
Wo aankh band karti hai, mic off kar deti hai…
aur dheere se whisper karti hai:
“Toh phir hum yeh badal denge, Abba.”


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Scene 3: Anushka – Bank ke bahar (Night)

Branch band ho chuki hai.
Anushka apne cabin ke glass ke bahar khadi hai.
Hath me ek chhoti si diary hai —
uske father ki purani banking diary.

Us diary me likha hai:

> “Imandari har daur me mehngi padti hai,
lekin apne bachon ko sasta mat banne dena.”



Anushka diary close karti hai,
aur phone nikal kar Ishani ko text bhejti hai:

> “Kal court me main bhi rahungi. Mujhe farq nahi padta kisne kya kaha.”



Phir ek deep breath leti hai,
aur khud se kehti hai:
“Papa… ab main kisi ke samne nahi jhukun gi.”


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Scene 4: Anisha – College Campus (Next Morning)

College ke garden area me sitting spot.
Halka sunlight, birds ke awaaz.
Kabir waha se guzar raha hota hai —
wo Anisha ko dekh kar rukta hai.

Kabir
Hey, tumne wo case ke bare me suna....

Ek awkward silence ke baad —
Anisha: “Kabir… tum seriously believe karte ho na us case me?”
Kabir: “Main believe karta hoon un logon me jo sach ke liye khade hote hain.”

Wo line Anisha ke dil me kahin baith jaati hai.
Uska chehra thoda blush karta hai,
aur camera dheere-dheere zoom out karta hai —
background me Ishani ka voice-over aata hai (symbolic):

> “Har ladki ke andar ek awaaz hoti hai…
Bas kabhi kabhi use jagne me thoda waqt lagta hai.”

Scene  — COURTROOM HEARING DAY


INT. DISTRICT COURT – LATE MORNING

Courtroom ka environment puri tarah charged hai.
Peeche rows me log baithe hain — kuch local media reporters, kuch students, kuch general public.

Front bench par Humera bethi hai, uske bagal me Ishani, aur peeche wali bench par Rahat, Anushka, aur Anisha — sab ek line me, silent, alert.
Sab ke chehre par same expression — nervousness aur determination ka mixture.

Vicky Mehra bhi waha hai —
neat suit, dark glasses, confident smile.
Uske saath ek reputed lawyer aur manager baithe hain.

Judge: (files palat te hue)
“Case Number 218 — State vs. Vicky Mehra.
Charges – rash and negligent driving resulting in injury.”

Court me halki si fufusahat.
Judge aankh utha kar dono sides ko dekhta hai.


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Lawyer (Humera’s side – Mrs. Kaul):
“Your Honour, 7th October ko accused ne high speed me gaadi chalate hue ek elderly woman ko hit kiya tha.
Eyewitness aur CCTV footage dono humare paas hain. Victim — Mrs. Fatima Begum — abhi hospital me treatment le rahi hain.”

Judge: “Hmm. Evidence file laya gaya hai?”

Nandita ek pendrive aur printouts file me attach karti hai.
Vicky ke lawyer turant objection lagata hai —

Defence Lawyer:
“Your Honour, yeh CCTV footage incomplete hai. Time stamp missing hai, aur mere client ne turant hospital pahuch kar madad bhi ki thi. Yeh rash driving nahi, unfortunate accident tha.”


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Humera (nervously, halki awaaz me):
“Woh madad nahi thi, sirf photo khichwane aaya tha…”

Judge gavel maar kar order deta hai:
“Silence in the court.”

Vicky relax posture me chair pe peeche jhukta hai, confident smirk ke saath Ishani ki taraf dekhta hai —
jise dekh kar Ishani ke andar gussa ubharta hai, lekin wo apne expression pe control karti hai.


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Judge:
“Court next hearing me medical report aur traffic department verification maangta hai.
Tab tak yeh matter sub judice rehega.
Next date – 27th October.”

Judge note likhta hai, aur file band kar deta hai.
Gavel ke sound ke sath scene me ek emotional silence chha jaata hai.


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EXT. COURT COMPOUND – FEW MINUTES LATER

Sab log court se nikal rahe hain.
Humera ki aankhon me frustration hai.

Humera: “Phir se delay… kab tak chalega yeh?”

Ishani: (softly) “Har case ek din me nahi jeeta jaata, Humera.
Lekin hum har din thoda aur mazboot hote ja rahe hain.”

Anushka: “Agle hearing tak hum aur proof dhoondhenge.”
Rahat (Bluetooth pe, station se connected):
“Main kal traffic control se audio log mangwa lungi.”

Anisha: “Aur main us area ke guard se baat karungi, shayad koi aur witness ho.”

Sab ek second ke liye ek dusre ki aankhon me dekhte hain —
ek silent promise jaisa.

Camera dheere se upar lift hota hai —
court ke upar flyover aur traffic ke noise ke beech Ishani ka voice-over:

> “Justice tabhi milta hai jab dar aur thakan dono ke baad bhi himmat bachti hai…
aur hum us himmat ka naam hain — BEHEN_CODE.”

Scene — GROUP CALL MONTAGE (EVENING)


INT. VARIOUS LOCATIONS — SAME TIME

? Sound: WhatsApp group call connecting…
? Participants: Arti, Rahat, Ishani, Anushka, Anisha.


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Arti’s Bedroom —
Wo bed ke paas bethi hai, neatly folded saree stack kar rahi hai.
Ek halki muskurahat uske chehre par hai, lekin aankhon me tension bhi.

Arti:
“Case ka mood serious lag raha tha aaj… judge ka tone sunke lagta hai humko aur strong evidence chahiye.”


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Rahat’s Room —
Rahat apna dupatta utar kar chair pe phenkti hai, thoda thaki si hai lekin energy barkarar.
Table par chai ka cup, laptop khula hua — ek side me mic rakha hai.

Rahat:
“Main kal hi ek contact se baat karungi… traffic control log hamare case me help kar sakte hain.
Waise bhi, ye Vicky Mehra naam ke log samajhte hain paisa sab kuch hai.”

Sab ke phones pe ek chhoti si hmm reaction hoti hai.


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Ishani – Restaurant ke Corner Table par
Lights dim hain. Closing hour chal raha hai.
Wo apron utar ke chair pe girti hai, aur phone ko ear pe rakhti hai.

Ishani:
“Humera thodi down hai, but main uske sath hoon.
Us ladki ke andar jo himmat hai na… woh hi hamari real jeet hai.”

Background me waiter bartan saaf kar rahe hain, Ishani ke tone me ek quiet strength hai.


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Anushka – Bank ke Back Office me
Files ka ek pile rakha hai, lights soft hain.
Anushka apne specs thoda adjust karti hai.

Anushka:
“Mujhe lagta hai ab hume media me bhi ek small piece dalwana chahiye… ek neutral report.
Logo ko pata chale ki ye case ignore nahi hoga.”

Rahat turant agree karti hai —
“Tu wahi smart move hai jisse in logon ka PR game fail hoga.”


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Anisha – Hostel ke Terrace pe
Night breeze chal rahi hai, chhat ke edge pe wo phone pakad ke bethi hai.
Background me city lights.

Anisha (softly):
“Main kabhi kabhi sochti hoon… hum itna kuch kar rahe hain, par log fir bhi chup rehte hain.
Kya hum sach me kuch badal paayenge?”

Kuch seconds ka silence.
Phir Ishani ki calm, determined awaaz aati hai —

Ishani:
“Badlav ek din me nahi aata, Anisha.
Lekin jab koi ladki himmat karke awaaz uthati hai… ussi din system hilta hai.”


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Cut To – Montage
?

Arti saree fold karke almari band karti hai.

Rahat chai ka cup uthati hai aur window se raat ka sky dekhti hai.

Ishani restaurant ki lights band karti hai, door lock karte hue ek deep breath leti hai.

Anushka apni desk pe file band karti hai aur ek confident smile ke sath phone rakhti hai.

Anisha terrace se sky ke taraf dekhti hai, phone apne dil ke paas le jaati hai.


Sab ki screen par ek hi moment me group call disconnect hoti hai —
? “Call Ended.”

Background me Ishani ka voice-over —

> “Kabhi kabhi hum alag rasto me hote hain,
par dil ek mission me bandhe hote hain…
hum un behno ka code hain — BEHEN_CODE.”


INT. BANK – EVENING – DIM LIGHTS

Clock 7:45 PM. Bank ke cabin me sirf ek tube light chal rahi hai.
Files ka ek chhota sa pile, aur Anushka apne system ke samne baithi hai — last transaction close karte hue.
Office me sab log ja chuke hain. Sirf peon corner me cleaning kar raha hai.

Computer screen par INBOX (1 new mail) blink karta hai.
Subject: “For your eyes only.”

Anushka thoda curious hoti hai. Mail sender unknown hota hai — koi ****mail se
She hesitates… phir click karti hai.

Mail khulta hai —

> “Kuch files aapke papa ke naam se linked thi. Mujhe laga aapko pata hona chahiye.
Don’t trust everyone around you.”



Neeche ek ZIP attachment hota hai — “Legacy_Data.zip”.
Anushka’s eyes narrow. She doesn’t open it immediately.

Anushka (soch me):
“Papa ke naam se files?… but papa ka data toh system se years pehle delete ho gaya tha…”

Wo apne chair se peeche jhukti hai, ek deep breath leti hai.
Screen ki light uske chehre par pad rahi hoti hai — ek mix of confusion aur uneasiness.

Phir wo ZIP file par mouse le jaati hai…
Par usi waqt —
Pop-up: “System shutting down for maintenance.”

Anushka ek second ke liye freeze ho jaati hai.

She whispers —
“Yeh kya tha…”

Camera zooms in on the black screen — uske reflection me Anushka ka face…
thoda bechain, thoda thoughtful.
Background me sirf clock ki tick-tick sunai deti hai.

INT. ARTI KA GHAR – SUBAH KA WAQT


Camera ek cozy Indian household ke morning chaos par glide karta hai. Kitchen me chai ki khushboo, background me TV par morning news, aur Arti ek cotton saree me kitchen ke kaam nipta rahi hoti hai.

Saas (offscreen, thoda loud tone me):
Arti! Chai abhi tak nahi bani? Subah ke chhe baj gaye, ghar me sab ka schedule bigad diya hai tumne!

Arti thoda hichkicha kar smile deti hai, “aa rahi hoon Maa ji” kehte hue garam chai ka cup tray me rakhti hai.

Dining table par Abhishek (Arti ka husband) newspaper padh raha hota hai. Anurag (Arti ka devar) mobile scroll karte hue Arti ko dekh kar muskurata hai.

Abhishek:
Good morning, Mrs. Librarian. Aaj bhi Gyaan Ganga me poora din?

Arti (teasing tone me):
Haan, Gyaan Ganga meri library hai… mujhe waha chain milta hai, shor nahi.

Anurag (masti bhare tone me):
Chain milta hai ya koi special reader mil gaya hai library me?

Arti eyebrow raise karti hai, lekin smile chhupa nahi paati.
Abhishek paper fold karke uthta hai, Arti ke paas aakar uske galle ke paas halki si kiss karta hai.

Abhishek (pyar se):
Main office chalta hoon. Khayal rakhna, aur please breakfast time pe kar lena.

Arti thoda sharma ke, “hmm” bol kar uska tie theek karti hai.
Saas tabhi table par aati hai, unke chehre par usual nakhshat hain.

Saas:
Abhishek, tumhara dhyaan ab kaam se zyada patni par rehta hai. Pata nahi aaj kal ki ladkiyan pati ko kis tarah se lapet leti hain.

Arti ek pal ke liye sir jhuka leti hai. Anurag yeh sab dekhta hai aur thoda serious ho jaata hai.

Anurag:
Maa, Arti bhabhi sab ke liye subah se lagi hai… thoda appreciate bhi kar lijiye.

Saas (taunt karte hue):
Haan haan, tujhe to hamesha bhabhi hi sahi lagti hai.

Abhishek awkwardly smile kar ke apna bag uthata hai aur nikal jaata hai.
Arti thoda chup rehti hai, phir table saaf karne lagti hai.

Anurag (light tone me, Arti ke paas aake):
Bhabhi, aaj blue saree pehniyega library ke liye… wo aap par perfect lagti hai.

Arti muskurati hai — thoda narazgi, thoda pyaar.
Phir apne hath dho kar apne room me chali jaati hai, wardrobe kholti hai aur saree ke stack me us blue saree par nazar jaake tik jaati hai.

Ek halki si smile uske chehre par — camera us moment ko slow zoom me capture karta hai.

CUT TO BLACK.

INT. ARTI KA BEDROOM – SUBAH


Sunlight halke se curtain ke gap se andar aa rahi hoti hai. Arti apni almirah ke saamne khadi hai, bal halka sa khula hua, haath me ek neatly folded saree.

Wo saree ko unfold karti hai — soft blue silk, ek purani par yaadon se bhari hui.
Uske chehre par halki si muskaan aati hai.

Arti apni saree collection ek ek karke nikalne lagti hai, kapdon ke beech apni ungliyaan chalate hue, jaise har ek saree ek kahani suna rahi ho.
Tabhi uske haath me wo saree aati hai — wohi saree jo usne library wale din pehni thi.

Uski aankhon ke samne ek pal me flashback jhalak deta hai —
GYAAN GANGA LIBRARY, hawa ka jhonka, pallu slip hota hua, uske hair slow motion me udte hue…
aur fir wo ladka, library ke ek kone se use us nazar se dekh raha tha —
ek nazar jisme sharm bhi thi, jazbaat bhi, aur kuch ajnabi si curiosity bhi.

Arti ka dil ek pal ke liye tez dhadakne lagta hai.
Wo saree pakde hue hi aankhein band kar leti hai, jaise us nazar ko dimaag se mitane ki koshish kar rahi ho.

ARti (dheere se, apne aap se):
“Kya ho raha hai mujhe… kyun uska chehra bar-bar yaad aa raha hai…”

Wo saree wapas fold karti hai, almirah me rakh deti hai —
lekin uske haath ka tremble aur aankhon ka halka sa confusion chhup nahi paata.

Camera uske reflection par zoom karta hai — mirror me wo khud ko dekhti hai, ek halki si bechaini aur curiosity dono ek saath.

Phir ek deep breath le kar wo almirah band karti hai.

CUT TO:
BATHROOM DOOR – Arti towel le kar andar jaati hai.

Shower on hota hai, paani ki boonden girti hain,
aur uske saath saath uske dimaag me fir se wahi tasveer ubhar aati hai —
wo ladka, library ka kona, aur wo pal…

Arti aankhen band kar leti hai —
paani ke beech se ek halki si unsaid si halchal mehsoos hoti hai,
jaise wo khud se lad rahi ho —
“Bas Arti, concentrate… bas ek sapna tha, aur kuch nahi.”

Camera slow motion me uske chehre par tik jaata hai —
confusion, guilt, aur ek naya ehsaas saath me bheeg rahe hote hain.

INT. ANUSHKA KA GHAR – SUBAH

Camera khulता hai ek calm, modern dining space par. Table par neatly rakha breakfast — toast, omelette aur ek cup garam coffee.
Anushka simple formal attire me hai — light beige shirt aur black trousers, baal loosely bandhe hue.

Wo breakfast kar rahi hoti hai, lekin dil kahin aur hai.
Uski aankhein mobile screen par tikki hain — kal raat ka wo mysterious mail ab bhi uske inbox me hai.

Subject line – “You don’t deserve this success, Anushka.”
Wo thumb se screen scroll karti hai, aankhon me ek confused aur alert expression.

Anushka (soch me, apne aap se dheere):
“IT department ne bola glitch hai... par mail delete karne ke baad bhi draft folder me kyu dikh raha hai...”

Ek pal ke liye uska chehra serious ho jaata hai, fir wo sigh leti hai aur apne cup se coffee sip karti hai.

Tabhi kitchen se maa ki awaaz aati hai —
MAA (offscreen):
“Anu beta, late ho jaayegi bank! Aaj meeting bhi toh hai na?”

Anushka jhat se apni files close karti hai, phone table par rakhti hai.

ANUSHKA (normal tone me, mask lagate hue muskaan):
“Haan maa, bas nikalti hoon... coffee thodi zyada kadvi hai aaj.”

MAA (smiling, background se):
“Kadvi coffee, meethi zindagi... bas itna yaad rakhna!”

Anushka muskura deti hai, lekin uske chehre ke andar wo ek layer of unease ab bhi chhupi hoti hai.

Wo table se uthti hai, handbag uthati hai, car keys ghumati hai — ek confident banker ke roop me.

CUT TO:

EXT. ANUSHKA KA HOUSE – DRIVEWAY – SUBAH

Camera car ke bonnet ke reflection me uska chehra dikhata hai.
Wo apni silver sedan me baithti hai, engine start karti hai, par ek pal ke liye ruk jaati hai.

Rearview mirror me apni aankhon me dekhti hai —
jaise khud se keh rahi ho:
“Jo bhi hai... main handle kar lungi.”

Music bed ke saath car slow motion me nikalti hai.

Camera zoom out karta hai —
Morning light ke beech car road par merge ho jaati hai,
aur background me ek subtle tension-filled track bajta hai,
jo is baat ka ishara deta hai —
ye mail kahani ki ek nayi beginning thi, sirf ek glitch nahi.

FADE OUT.

[Greenwood]

keep going bro

Reach hi nahi bhai is kahani par,
Afsos hota hai... 
Itni mehnat se itna bada update likhta hu time nikal kar,
Lekin reach hi nahi...

[sushilt20]

Excellent update and nice story

[momass]

Reach hi nahi bhai is kahani par,
Afsos hota hai... 
Itni mehnat se itna bada update likhta hu time nikal kar,
Lekin reach hi nahi...

bro ,har roz har koi story nahi pad sakta

or ab moderator ki mann marzi ke chalte log na to update dete hai ,or users ki reading ki iccha bhi kam ho gayi

[Greenwood]

Episode 17




EXT. COLLEGE CAMPUS PARK – LATE AFTERNOON

Ek shaant sa park — pedon ke beech se halki dhoop nikal rahi hai, hawayein halki si chal rahi hain.
Background me kuch students groups me baatein kar rahe hain, kuch bench par hansi-mazaak kar rahe hain.

Ek corner bench par Anisha bethi hai — ek diary uske haath me hai, lekin likhne se zyada wo us diary ke pages ko bas palat rahi hai...
Uske chehre par wo light, thoughtful sa expression hai — jaise mann me kuch chal raha ho.

Uske hair thodi hawa me udte hain, aur camera dheere se uske nazar ke direction me shift hota hai...
wo crowd ke beech kuch dhoondh rahi hai.

Ek halki si smile aati hai uske lips par, jaise khud pe hi hansi aa gayi ho.
Diary band karke wo apne bag me rakhti hai, aur tabhi ek ball uske pair ke paas aakar ruk jaati hai.

Wo jhuk kar ball uthati hai, aur peeche se ek awaaz aati hai —
KABIR (offscreen, thoda tease karte hue):
“Ab tum ball nahi dogi toh main fir se seminar attend karne aa jaunga.”

Anisha jhat se mudti hai — Kabir khada hai, usual confident smile ke sath, haath me ek file.
Wo casual shirt aur faded jeans me hai, par aankhon me wo same mischievous sparkle.

Anisha (hair tuck karte hue, thoda composed):
“Tum har jagah seminar dhoondhne aate ho ya bas excuse bana lete ho?”

Kabir (muskurate hue):
“Excuse nahi... reason kehta hoon. Seminar ke notes bhi toh tumse lene the.”

Anisha aankhon me aankhon daal kar kehti hai —
“Notes ke bahane milne aana purani trick hai Kabir.”

Kabir (thoda saacta hua):
“Tumhe lagta hai main itna filmy hoon?”

Anisha:
“Tumhe dekh kar koi bhi bol dega ki ho.”

Dono ke beech halki si hansi phail jaati hai.
Atmosphere suddenly light ho jaata hai —
birds ki awaaz, background me laughter, aur ek slow, youthful vibe.

Ek pal ke liye dono ke beech wo awkward silence hota hai — wo silence jo ek nayi dosti ke pehle aata hai.

Kabir diary ki taraf ishara karta hai —
“Tum likhti ho?”

Anisha sir hila deti hai, smile ke sath —
“Bas kabhi kabhi... jab koi seminar interesting lagta hai.”

Dono fir se hansi me kho jaate hain.
Kabir bench ke ek kone par baith jaata hai, aur Anisha doosre.
Camera upar se shot leta hai — dono ek hi bench par, beech me ek chhoti si distance...
jo dheere dheere kam hone wali hai.

FADE OUT.

(Soft background track: ek calm guitar theme, dosti aur new connection ka hint deta hua.)


INT. RESTAURANT – EVENING TIME

Soft jazz music chal raha hai. Kitchen se plates aur cutlery ki halki awaaz aa rahi hai.
Outside tables par kuch customers dinner enjoy kar rahe hain.

Camera shift hota hai corner table par — Ishani aur Humera bethi hain.
Dono ke saamne half-finished coffee mugs rakhe hain, aur table par kuch papers aur phone screens khuli hain — jaise kuch tracking ya notes ka discussion chal raha ho.

Humera (thoda frustrated tone me):
“Ek hafta ho gaya Ishani… ek poora hafta.
Na Rahat ke link kaam aaye,
na Anisha ke contact se kuch nikla.
Sab kuch blank chal raha hai.”

Wo apne phone ko table par patak kar thoda peeche ho jaati hai.
Uske chehre par thakan aur gussa dono hai.

Ishani (calm voice me, coffee sip karte hue):
“Relax Humera… itna jaldi haar nahi maante hum.
Kabhi-kabhi kuch clues dikhte tab hain jab hum unhe dhoondhna chhod dete hain.”

Humera (thoda tikhhi hansi ke sath):
“Tumhe toh sab romantic movie lines yaad rehti hain...
par ground reality me sab kuch slow hai.”

Ishani (smiling, lekin serious tone me):
“Slow hai… lekin rukta nahi.
Rahat apne level pe check kar rahi hai,
Anisha ko college side se kuch milega shayad.
Aur hum dono ko yahan se kuch naya plan banana hoga.”


Or dono hi naye sire se sochne lagte hain, ki ab aage kya kiya jaye...

INT. RAHAT KA BEDROOM – NIGHT


Rahat apna mic aur headphone table par rakhti hai, studio se ghar aayi thi — lekin aaj uske chehre par woh usual “show ke baad wali” smile nahi thi.
Room me halke neon lights chal rahe the, unka soft glow uske thake chehre par padta hai.

Wo apne bistar par jaa kar let jaati hai, shoes utare bina.
Ek haath aankhon par rakhti hai, dusre se blanket kheenchti hai.

KUCH LAMHE ke liye khamoshi.

Lekin neend use chhune nahi aati.
Karwatein badalti hai... ek baar, do baar... fir huff kar ke uth baithti hai.

Rahat (aap se):
Uff… dimag bilkul band nahi hota...

Wo bottle se thoda paani peeti hai, aur fir balcony ki taraf chal padti hai.

EXT. BALCONY – CONTINUOUS

Hawa me thandi nami hai.
Niche sadak par ek aadha light pole jal raha hai...
Rahat railing par dono haath rakh kar aasman ki taraf dekhti hai —
Kuch sochti hai, kuch mehsoos karti hai.

Aasman ke neeche wo khud ko chhoti mehsoos karti hai —
Aur fir, ek halki si muskaan uske chehre par ubhar aati hai, jaise kisi purani yaad ne use choo liya ho.

FLASHBACK – RADIO STATION (3 YEARS AGO)

Ek purana, cozy studio.
Sameer — late 20s, charming aur confident RJ — ek mic ke saamne baitha hai.
Rahat uske samne khadi, ek nayi intern.

Sameer (muskura kar):
“Mic se dosti kar lo, Rahat.
Wo tumhara sabse loyal dost banega.”

Rahat (thoda ghabraye hue):
“Par mujhe apni awaaz pasand nahi…”

Sameer (hans kar):
“Har RJ yahi kehta hai jab tak uski awaaz kisi ke dil me nahi utar jaati.”

Rahat halka sa sharma jaati hai, Sameer ke words use ek nayi himmat dete hain.

FLASHBACK 2 – OUTDOOR CAFÉ – EVENING

Rahat aur Sameer ek chhoti café me baithe hain.
Coffee cups ke beech hansi, baatein, aur unke beech ek unsaid comfort.

Sameer (teasing tone me):
“Tum kabhi serious hoti bhi ho?”

Rahat:
“Jab tum show chura lete ho mujhse.”

Dono hansi me kho jaate hain.
Camera slow zoom karta hai Rahat ke chehre par —
wo us waqt bilkul carefree, khush thi.

BACK TO PRESENT – BALCONY

Hawa uske baal hila rahi hai.
Rahat aankhon me nami ke sath halki si smile karti hai.

Wo balcony se andar jaane lagti hai, lekin ek baar palat kar aasman ko fir dekhti hai —
jaise kah rahi ho,
“Main ab bhi wahi khadi hoon....

Aur camera dheere-dheere uske chehre se door zoom karta hai —
ek tanha, lekin himmatwali Rahat, jo apni duniya me ab bhi khadi hai... Sameer ke yaadon ke sath.

INT. BANK – MORNING (NEXT DAY)


Soft light ke beech bank ka hall slowly busy ho raha hai.
Counter khul gaye hain, staff apni system screens on kar rahe hain.
Anushka neatly dressed hai — navy blue formal suit, hair tied in a bun.
Uske chehre par woh usual calm professionalism hai, lekin aankhon ke neeche neend ki kami dikh rahi hai.

Wo apni desk par baith kar system login karti hai…
Screen blink hoti hai — "Good Morning, Ms. Anushka."
Aur tabhi ek new mail notification pop-up karta hai.

? SUBJECT: Still Remember That Glitch?
From: ***. unknownwellwisher.co

Anushka ek second ke liye freeze ho jaati hai.
Uske dil ki dhadkane thodi badh jaati hain.
Usne kal raat bhi is ID ko dekha tha…
Usne socha tha koi prank ya spam hoga — par ye ID phir se active?

Wo halki si breath le kar mail kholti hai.

> MAIL BODY:
“Kuch cheezein galti se nahi hoti, Ms. Anushka.
Kal raat system crash hua kyunki kuch log purani files ko zinda rakhna chahte hain.
Shayad tumhe bhi unhe dekhna chahiye —
Folder: OLD_SEC_CASE_2007”



Mail ke neeche ek aur line blink kar rahi hoti hai —

> “Don’t trust anyone.”



Anushka turant apne surroundings scan karti hai —
Nearby staff, guards, log customers ke sath busy hain.
Sab kuch normal lag raha hai.
Lekin uske dil me ek ajeeb si ghabrahat baith jaati hai.

Wo apne system me quietly search karti hai —
OLD_SEC_CASE_2007

Screen me file appear hoti hai — lekin access locked:
? “Restricted — Admin Only”

Anushka ke fingers hawa me freeze ho jaate hain.
“Admin access? Par mere papa hi the eklaute admin…”

Wo halki si sigh karti hai, monitor se nazar hata kar apne table ke glass me reflection dekhti hai —
aur ek moment ke liye lagta hai jaise koi uske piche se dekh raha ho.
Lekin jab wo palat kar dekhti hai, koi nahi.

Sirf ek senior employee corridor me guzar raha hota hai —
polite smile deta hua… Jeevan Uncle.
(Background me uski calm, friendly personality dikhti hai, bas ek subtle frame — no suspicion yet.)

Anushka muskurane ki koshish karti hai, lekin uska mind ab bhi us mail ke words me atka hua hai:

> “Don’t trust anyone.”



Camera dheere zoom karta hai Anushka ke monitor par —
Locked file ka naam blink karta hai:
OLD_SEC_CASE_2007
aur neeche ek faint line likhi hoti hai:
“Created by: R. Sharma”

Anushka ka face stiff ho jaata hai —
“Papa…”

Screen fade out hoti hai, soft tension music ke sath.

INT. RADIO STATION – MORNING VIBES


Glass cabin ke bahar hustle chal rahi hai — interns coffee cups leke bhaag rahe hain,
background me koi speaker test kar raha hai —
“Check… one, two, mic testing!”
aur beech me entry hoti hai Rahat ki —
apne trademark tote bag ke sath, thodi messy bun, aur aankhon me wo usual confident sparkle.

Rahat: (andar aate hue)
Good morning, radio ke warriors!
Kaun ready hai duniya ko apne sweet jhoot sunane ke liye?

Rafi (sound engineer) — headphones utarte hue hansa:
Madam, hum jhoot nahi, “emotionally edited sach” sunate hain!

Rahat: (laugh kar)
Accha? Toh kal ki weather report me bhi emotion daala tha kya?
“Baarish ki sambhaavna hai… agar clouds chahein toh.”
Kya hai yeh Rafi? Cloud ka mood swing?

Sab hansi me phat padte hain.

Intern Meera:
Rahat di, aapke bina show ka mood hi dry lagta hai…
Aapko dekhte hi lagta hai ki TRP badhne wali hai!

Rahat:
(haath utha kar dramatize karti hai)
Beta TRP nahi, HRP — “Heart Rate per Person!”
Mujhe sunte hi sabka heart thoda fast chalne lagta hai.

Rafi:
Aur Sameer sir ke show ka kya?
Aapke fans ke comments me likha tha,
“Rahat mam is the female Sameer!”

Rahat ek pal ke liye ruk jaati hai —
uske chehre par thodi si awkward si muskaan…
phir woh turant apni witty tone me wapas:

Rahat:
Haan haan, Sameer sir toh radio ke Shah Rukh Khan hain…
Main bas unki remake hoon — thodi realistic version.

Sab fir se hans padte hain.

Rahat mic ke samne baithti hai,
apna headphone pehenti hai aur On-Air light jalti hai —
ek confident smile ke sath wo kehne lagti hai:

Rahat (On Air):
“Namaste doston, yeh hai Rahat aapke dil ke FM par…
Aaj hum baat karenge un logon ki jo haste hue dard chhupa lete hain…
kyonki unka sense of humor unki armor hoti hai.”

Camera dheere zoom karta hai —
Rahat ke chehre par wo confident charm wapas aa gaya hai,
lekin uski aankhon me ek chhoti si udasi ab bhi chhupi hai…


INT. RADIO STATION – LATE EVENING

Show khatam ho chuka hai. Studio me ab sirf machinery ki halki hmmmmm sound bachi hai.
“ON AIR” ka red bulb bujh chuka hai, aur office ke log ek ek karke nikal rahe hain.

Rahat apni chair par pichhe tak tikti hai —
headphones table par rakh diye hain,
aur mic ke reflection me wo khud ko kuch pal ke liye dekhti rehti hai.

Uske chehre par wo usual confident smile gayab hai —
sirf thoda sa silence, aur halki si bechaini.

Wahi silence jisme yaadein apne aap chhupkar aa jati hain.


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FLASHBACK STARTS — RADIO STATION, 3 SAAL PEHLE

Young Rahat — naye radio intern ke roop me — nervously mic ke samne baithi hai.
Uske samne khada hai Sameer, ek energetic aur charming senior RJ,
jiski aankhon me hamesha thoda humor aur thoda compassion hota hai.

Sameer:
Relax Rahat… mic ko dost samjho, interview nahi.
Yahan koi judge nahi karega — bas bolo dil se.

Rahat: (smile karte hue, thoda shaky voice)
Dil se?
Mujhe lagta hai dil ke paas dictionary honi chahiye…
main confuse ho jati hoon kya bolu aur kya chhupa lu.

Sameer hansa — wo simple, genuine laughter jisme ek mentor ka warmth tha.

Sameer:
Bas wahi toh radio ka magic hai.
Jo cheez duniya se chhupani ho, uske bare me poem likh do,
aur jo dil me dabake rakhi ho — usse ek RJ ki line bana do.

Rahat use dekhti hai,
aur pehli baar Sameer ke shabdon me apni pehchaan dikhai deti hai.

FLASHBACK FADE OUT


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BACK TO PRESENT

Rahat apne desk se Sameer ka ek purana coffee mug uthati hai —
us mug ke niche likha hai:
“Mic is my therapy.”

Wo mug ko halki muskaan ke sath dekhti hai,
aur phir whisper karti hai:
Rahat:
Tere jaane ke baad bhi mic mera dost bana raha, Sameer…
bas kabhi kabhi yaad aa jata hai tu bhi therapy tha.

Uske phone me notification aata hai —
“Show Recording Saved: Rahat – ‘Dard ke peeche ka smile’”

Rahat mug ko wapas table par rakhti hai,
studio ki lights off karti hai,
aur halki saans lekar kehti hai:
Rahat (softly):
Chalo Rahat, show khatam… par story abhi baaki hai.

Wo apna bag utha kar studio se nikalti hai.
Background me halki guitar tone bajti hai — wahi tune jo Sameer bajaya karta tha.

Scene: College Canteen – Afternoon


Canteen me hamesha ki tarah students ki bheed thi — laughter, coffee cups ki khanak, aur gossip ki halke halke echo.
Corner ki ek table par Anisha akeli baithi thi.
Samne ek notebook, ek half-eaten sandwich, aur uski nazrein — khidki ke bahar, park ki taraf.

Wahi park jaha wo subah bethi thi…
Wahi jaha usne us ladke ko dekha tha — Kabir.
Uski aankhon me aaj bhi wohi halki si talash thi… jaise wo khud bhi nahi jaanti kis chehre ko dhoond rahi hai.

Tabhi ek awaaz aayi — “Tu fir se akeli?”
Uski dost Mitali tray lekar saamne baith gayi.

Anisha ne muskurate hue kaha, “Nahi… bas soch rahi thi thoda.”
Mitali ne teasing tone me poocha, “Soch rahi thi ya kisi ke bare me soch rahi thi?”
Anisha ne aankhon se muskaan chhupate hue kaha, “Kya farq padta hai...”

Mitali ne hans kar kaha, “Farq padta hai jab tu khud bhi nahi jaanti kiske bare me likh rahi hai.”
Anisha ne apni notebook band kar di, “Bas likhne se halka lagta hai.”

Tabhi uske phone me vibration hui —
“Message from Arti Di – BEHEN_CODE group chat”

> “Vicky ke case me new info mili hai. Aaj raat 9 baje video call.”



Anisha ne phone ko dekha, halki si tension uske chehre par thi.
Mitali ne poocha, “Sab theek hai?”
Anisha ne muskaan di, “Haan, bas thoda important kaam hai.”

Wo apni notebook band karke nikalti hai,
Lekin camera focus karta hai us page ke corner par —
Jahan likha hota hai ek naam, thoda faint ink me:
“Kabir.”

Anisha us page ko jaldi se fold kar deti hai, jaise apne dil ka ek raaz chhupa rahi ho.


---

(Transition)
Background me soft music chalta hai —
Canteen ka shor dheere dheere fade hota hai,
aur screen black hone se pehle ek line likhi aati hai:

> “Kabhi kabhi kisi ajnabi ka naam bhi dil me utar jaata hai, bina bulaye.”



Scene: Bank – Late Morning

Sunlight bank ke glass doors se andar gir rahi thi.
Counters pe customers ka aana–jaana tha, keyboards ki tapping aur printers ke paper roll ki khatak…
Anushka apni seat par baithi thi — crisp white shirt, neatly tied bun — lekin uska dhyaan files me kam, apne system ke monitor par zyada tha.

Screen par ek new mail notification blink kar raha tha:
Subject: “Still curious, Miss Sharma?”
Sender: [email protected]

Uske haath thode the — hesitate karte hue cursor click karta hai.
Mail open hota hai —
Sirf ek line likhi thi:

> “Sometimes the past doesn’t stay buried — especially when you dig too deep.”



Anushka ka dil ek pal ke liye ruk gaya.
Usne screen ke ird–gird dekha… sab kuch normal tha.
Colleagues apne kaam me busy.
Bas ek aadmi — Sumit, uska junior — side se uski table ki taraf dekh raha tha.
Anushka ne casual smile di, taaki apne expressions chhupa sake.

“Everything okay, ma’am?” Sumit ne poocha.
Anushka ne turant screen minimize kar diya, “Haan, bas ek audit mail tha.”
Sumit ne nod kiya aur chala gaya.

Anushka ne ek gehri saans li…
Apne system se log out karke washroom ki taraf gayi.
Mirror ke saamne ruk kar apne reflection ko dekhti hai.
Aankhon me ek halki si ghabrahat, par saath hi wo confidence jisse wo roz mask ki tarah pehenti hai.

“Tum koi bhi game khel rahe ho,” — usne dheere se apne reflection se kaha — “Main haarne wali nahi ho.”

She splashes cold water on her face,
aur background me ek subtle sound cue — jaise koi type kar raha ho…

Cut to —
Bank ke server room ka corner,
Ek screen me open ek admin panel… aur wahan likha hota hai —
‘User: jeevan**citybank.in – Active session.’
(But sirf audience ke liye — Anushka ke liye nahi.)

Camera dheere dheere zoom out karta hai,
Anushka phir se apni desk par aati hai,
Mail delete karti hai,
Aur apni diary me likhti hai —

> “Day 2 – Something’s off. But I’ll find out.”

Scene: Ishani’s Restaurant – Late Evening


Restaurant ka ambience halka shaant hai.
Tables aadhe khaali, lights thodi dim ho chuki hain.
Ishani counter ke paas khadi hai, apne apron ka knot kholte hue — din bhar ki thakan uske chehre par dikh rahi hai.

Humera ab bhi usi corner table par baithi hai, coffee cup half-finished.
Dono ke beech ek uneasy silence hai — jaise case ki tension ab unke dimaag me ghul chuki ho.

Ishani (aate hue) – “Tu coffee khatam karegi ya main tere liye fridge me rakh du kal ke liye?”
(Halka sa teasing tone.)

Humera (thoda smile karte hue) – “Tumhe har baat me mazaak mil jata hai na?”
Ishani – “Haan… warna zindagi ka taste bland ho jata.”

Dono halki si hansi share karti hain.
Phir ek pal ka pause… Ishani serious ho jati hai.
Counter se lagkar khadi hoti hai, aur dheere se kehti hai —
“Par tujhe sach bataun, Humera… aaj kal mazaak bhi karu to guilt lagta hai. Jab tak wo case khatam nahi hota na, sab incomplete lagta hai.”

Humera (slowly) – “Mujhe lagta hai dadi ko insaaf milega. Par waqt lag raha hai… aur log keh rahe hain ki Vicky ke lawyer strong hain.”

Ishani – “Strong lawyer humare paas bhi hai. Aur sabse strong cheez kya hai pata hai?”
Humera (confused) – “Kya?”
Ishani – “Hum.  Behen_Code.  Jab hum kisi ke saath khade ho jaate hain… game change ho jata hai.”

Ek confident smile Ishani ke chehre par — wo cup uthati hai aur Humera ke samne rakh deti hai,
“Finish it. Kal se naya plan banana hai.”

Background me Ishani ka crush — wo curly-haired guitar wala ladka — restaurant ke bahar se guzarta hai, glass ke through ek pal ke liye Ishani ki taraf dekhta hai.
Wo bhi notice karti hai… bas ek pal ke liye nazrein milti hain.
Ishani ke chehre pe ek halke se blush ke saath confident smile —
Jaise zindagi ke stress ke beech ek chhoti si roshni jhalak gayi ho.

[Greenwood]

Episode 18




Scene: Rahat ke ghar ka — Late Night

Radio station ka din lamba tha.
Ab ghar me sirf khamoshi thi — purani ghadi ki tick-tick aur balcony se aati thandi hawa ka halkasa jhonka.

Rahat apne bistar par palat badal rahi thi.
Thodi der pehle tak uske phone me messages aur memes chal rahe the, par ab wo screen side me rakh chuki thi.
Nidra uske paas nahi aa rahi thi.

Wo bistar se uthti hai —
thodi thaki hui, lekin aankhon me wo hi purani bechaini.
Balcony ka darwaza kholti hai.
Bahar streetlight ki roshni uske chehre par girti hai, uske baal thoda sa hawa me hilte hain.

Rahat railing ke sahare baith jaati hai.
Niche sadak bilkul khaali hai —
Door kahin se ek dog ki awaaz, aur kisi rickshaw ka fading sound.
Uske nazar upar — aasman me chand aadha chhupa hua badalon ke beech.

Aur wahi se shuru hota hai —
Rahat ka flashback.


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FLASHBACK – RADIO STATION, kuch saal pehle

Young Rahat, naye RJ ki training le rahi hoti hai.
Samne studio ke console ke paas khada hai ek confident, charming aadmi —
Sameer.
Uski awaaz deep, uska style effortless.

Sameer (mic test karte hue) – “RJ hona sirf bolna nahi hota, Rahat…
Logon ke dil tak pahunchna hota hai.
Har lafz, har pause me emotion bharna padta hai.”

Rahat (smile karte hue) – “Jaise aap bharte ho, Sameer sir?”
Sameer (muskurate hue) – “Sir nahi. Friend. Studio me sirf dost hote hain.”

Rahat ke chehre par ek awkward si smile —
Wo kuch kehna chahti hai, par keh nahi paati.


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Back to Present – Balcony

Rahat aankh bandh karti hai.
Uski ungli railing par halki si tap-tap karti hai, jaise wo ab bhi studio ke “On Air” sign ke niche bethi ho.

Hawa thodi tez chalti hai.
Wo halka sa muskurati hai aur dheere se kehti hai —
“Friend…”
ek lamha rukti hai,
“Shayad bas dost hi the.”

Ek chhoti si halki hansi nikalti hai, lekin aankhon me nami.

Phir wo apne phone ka screen on karti hai —
wahan ek purani recording file hai:
‘Sameer_Training_Audio1.mp3’

Wo file play karti hai.
Speaker se wohi awaaz — calm, composed, warm:
“Good evening, listeners… Main hoon Sameer, aur aaj hum baat karenge un jazbaaton ki, jo hum keh nahi paate.”

Rahat aankh bandh karti hai —
jaise waqt ruk gaya ho.
Camera dheere se zoom out karta hai…
Rahat balcony me baithi hai,
Background me Sameer ki awaaz,
Aur chand uske upar ekdum shaant.

Scene: BEHEN_CODE – Group Video Call (Night, 9:00 PM)


Location Montage:
? Split screen style —

Arti: apne bedroom me, background me “Gyaan Ganga Library” ka ek chhota board visible.

Rahat: apne room ke corner me cushion pakde, thoda relaxed look me.

Anushka: apni study table ke samne, formal kapde me hi, jaise abhi bank se aayi ho.

Anisha: hostel ke bed ke kone me blanket me lipti hui.

Ishani: apne restaurant ke kitchen ke staff room me, apron abhi bhi pehne hue.


Call connect hoti hai.


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Arti (smile karte hue, camera adjust karte hue):
“Hello ladies! Mujhe lagta hai sab log time pe aaye hain — pehli baar!”

Rahat (masti bhare tone me):
“Main to soch rahi thi Arti madam fir se kitchen me atak gayi hongi.”

(Sab hans padti hain.)

Ishani (phone upar karte hue):
“Arti di ne khud bola tha, sharp 9! Mujhe laga koi emergency hai.”

Anisha (nervously):
“Waise di, aapne message me likha tha ‘kuch lead mili hai’? Kya mila hai?”


---

Arti ka expression serious ho jaata hai.
Wo ek paper uthati hai — usme kuch handwritten notes aur ek photo stapled hai.

Arti:
“Yeh picture mujhe kal ek library visitor se mili.
Usne bataya ki usne Vicky Mehra ko accident ke thode din pehle ek unknown aadmi ke saath bahas karte dekha tha… Bank ke bahar.”

Anushka (thoda chonk kar):
“Bank ke bahar? Mere branch ke paas?”

Arti:
“Haan. Aur visitor ne bola ki wo aadmi koi legal type lag raha tha — documents aur ek black file uske haath me thi.”

Rahat (curious tone me):
“Yaani kuch aur bhi log involve ho sakte hain… Accident shayad ek casual drunk case nahi tha.”

Ishani (deep breath lete hue):
“Exactly. Hum soch rahe the Vicky sirf irresponsible hai, par lagta hai uske peeche koi aur bhi baat hai.”


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Anisha:
“Ab kya karenge? security officer to humari baat ko ignore kar rahi hai, aur media ne bhi case me interest chhod diya.”

Arti (determined tone me):
“Ab hum khud hi evidence collect karenge.
Anushka — tujhe apne bank ke security cam ka access check karna hoga.
Shayad waha kuch record hua ho.”

Anushka (nod karte hue):
“Main kal subah dekhti hoon. Mujhe IT section me ek banda jaanta hai, discreetly kar loongi.”

Rahat:
“Main radio par ek ‘listener story’ ke segment me indirectly yeh case ka background share kar sakti hoon… Maybe koi witness sun raha ho.”

Ishani:
“Perfect. Mujhe lagta hai Humera ko bhi hopeful rakhna zaroori hai.
Case me thoda time lagega, par hum haar nahi manenge.”


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Arti (smile karte hue):
“Exactly, Behen_Code ka rule yaad hai na?”

Sab (ek saath):
“Ek ladki ke saath anyaay hua, to hum sabka farz hai sach dhoondhna!”

(Background me light laughter aur ek confident vibe)

Rahat (teasing tone me):
“Bas iss baar koi saas ya boss hamare mission me interruption na kare!”

Arti (hassi rok kar):
“Bas dua karo kal subah meri saas late uth jaye.”

(Sab hans padti hain, laughter fade hoti hai aur screen dheere-dheere black out.)

Scene: Next Morning – Bank Branch, 10:20 AM


(Anushka’s Subplot – Suspense Build-Up)

Location:
City ke purane area me ek heritage-style bank building — same branch jahan Anushka kaam karti hai.
Subah ki halki dhoop bank ke glass façade par pad rahi hai.
Security guard gate khol raha hai. Staff ek ek karke andar aa rahe hain.


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(Camera focus: Anushka)
Formal cream shirt, light blue scarf, hair neatly tied.
Uske chehre par usual calmness hai, lekin aaj aankhon me thoda tension dikh raha hai.

(Background voiceover – Anushka’s thought):
“Bas ek footage mil jaye… Vicky ke case ka koi clue… fir shayad hum sahi raaste pe aa jayein.”

Wo entry register me sign karti hai aur apne cabin ki taraf badhti hai.
Desk par ek sticky note rakha hota hai — ‘Meeting postponed to 12.30 PM – Jeevan Sir’.

Anushka (whisper me):
“Accha hai, ab IT room jaane ka time mil gaya.”


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(Cut to: Bank’s IT Room)
Dim lighted room — monitors ki ek line, buzzing sound of old CPUs, aur ek single staff member baitha hai — Rishi, IT department ka young technician.

Rishi (smile karte hue):
“Good morning ma’am! Aaj itni subah yahan?”

Anushka (casually):
“Good morning, Rishi. Mujhe thoda ek footage check karna tha… ek client ki verification issue ke liye.”

Rishi:
“Oh, kaunsa date?”

Anushka:
“Umm… last Tuesday. Around 4:30 PM.
Bank ke bahar ka camera number 3.”

Rishi quickly keyboard par type karta hai. Monitor par black-and-white footage scroll hota hai.
Frames fast-forward hote ja rahe hain.


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(Anushka screen ke paas jhukti hai.)
Suddenly ek frame freeze hota hai — Vicky Mehra clearly visible, suit pehne hue, kisi ke saath baat kar raha hai.
Dusra aadmi peeth ke bal khada hai, black file haath me, aur sirf aadha face camera me dikh raha hai.

Anushka (frowning):
“Yeh zoom kar sakte ho?”

Rishi:
“Haan ma’am…”
(zoom karta hai)

Frame me thoda blur par ek distinctive gold ring dikhti hai us aadmi ke haath me.

Anushka (nervous tone):
“Yeh footage mujhe ek copy mil sakti hai?”

Rishi (hichkicha kar):
“Officially to nahi ma’am… par agar confidential hai, main ek pen-drive me transfer kar sakta hoon. Aap kisi ko batayengi to—”

Anushka:
“Don’t worry, Rishi. Yeh sirf internal check hai.”

Rishi pen drive insert karta hai aur copy start hoti hai.
Loading bar “58%…”

Tabhi door ke bahar se ek voice aati hai — calm but commanding:
“Rishi… kya chal raha hai yahan?”


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(Camera pan to doorway)
Jeevan khada hai — dark brown coat me, specs ke peeche se direct Anushka ko dekhta hua.
Ek suspicious smile lips par.

Rishi turant monitor minimize kar deta hai.

Jeevan:
“Subah-subah IT room? Kuch emergency thi kya, Anushka?”

Anushka (composed smile):
“Bas ek old transaction verification dekh rahi thi, sir.”

Jeevan (slow tone me):
“Transaction… ya truth?”
(Pause)
“Waise bhi, kuch cheezein jitni purani hoti hain, utni hi dangerous bhi.”

(Unka dialogue air me latak jaata hai — Rishi aur Anushka dono confuse aur uneasy.)

Jeevan (light smile ke sath):
“Anyway, meeting 12:30 baje hai. Don’t be late.”
(Phir jaate hue ek baar screen ke taraf dekhta hai, jaise kuch samajh gaya ho.)


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(Camera focus: Anushka)
Wo deep breath leti hai, Rishi ko dekhti hai:
“Transfer complete hua?”

Rishi:
“Just done, ma’am. 100%.”

Anushka:
“Thanks. Aur yeh sab — between us.”

Wo pen drive apne purse me rakhti hai.
Background music me slow suspense tone chalu hota hai.

(Voiceover – Anushka’s thought):
“Jeevan sir ko yeh footage ke baare me pata chal gaya to… yeh case aur complicated ho jayega.”

(Camera zoom on purse — pen drive visible between files.)
Frame freeze.

Scene: Anisha – College Canteen, Afternoon 1:45 PM


(Tone – soft, relatable, slice-of-life)

College ke canteen ka lunch-hour chal raha hai —
tables par chatter, laughter, aur background me ek purana Arijit Singh song baj raha hai.
Camera ghuma to ek corner table par Anisha bethi hai — tray me ek cold coffee aur ek sandwich, lekin dhyaan kahin aur hai.


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(Camera close-up: Anisha)
Uske samne ek khali chair, jisme kabhi koi aake baithta hi nahi.
Wo apni diary kholti hai — kuch likhne hi wali hoti hai tab uski friend Neha aa jaati hai.

Neha (hans kar):
“Madam, aaj fir diary therapy? Kabhi kabhi logon se bhi baat kar liya karo.”

Anisha (muskurake):
“Diary se baat karna safe hai… jawab me koi taunt nahi milta.”

Neha:
“Taunt sirf Kabir deta hai na?”

(Anisha ka haath thoda rukta hai, par wo casual dikhane ki koshish karti hai.)

Anisha:
“Kabir? Uska naam mat lo, ab to wo class me bhi mere paas nahi baithta.”

Neha (teasing tone):
“Haan, par canteen me har baar tumhare corner ke saamne wali table pe baithta hai.”

(Anisha aankhon se hi us direction me dekhti hai — aur sach me, door ek table par Kabir bethi hota hai, apne friends ke sath.
White shirt, sleeves rolled, earphones ek side se latak rahe. Uske haath me ek sketchbook.)


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(Camera slow-motion me)
Kabir apne sketchbook me kuch bana raha hai — aur thoda sa upar dekh kar bas ek second ke liye Anisha ki taraf nazar jaati hai.
Un dono ke beech ek chhoti si aankhon ki baat hoti hai — wo typical awkward pause jisme dono kuch keh nahi paate.

Neha (smiling):
“Dekha? Ye hi hota hai silent chemistry.”

Anisha (thoda blush kar ke):
“Stop it, Neha.”
(Cold coffee ka sip lete hue nazar phir usi taraf chali jaati hai.)


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(Cut to Kabir’s table)
Kabir ke friend kuch mazaak kar rahe hote hain, par wo unhe ignore kar ke apne sketchbook me likhta hai —
ek chhoti si doodle jisme ek ladki diary likh rahi hoti hai, aur upar likha hota hai:
“She doesn’t know she’s my favorite line to draw.”


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(Back to Anisha)
Bell bajti hai, students uthne lagte hain.
Anisha apni diary band karti hai, bag sambhalti hai, aur jaane lagti hai.
Wo jaate jaate kabir ke table ke paas se guzarti hai, par dono kuch nahi kehte — sirf halki si awkward smile.

Canteen ke exit pe jaane se pehle wo ek baar palat kar dekhti hai —
Kabir ki sketchbook band ho chuki hai, lekin uske cover pe ek folded tissue rakha hota hai.

Anisha ke chehre pe ek soft smile aati hai —
wo hamesha ki tarah diary khol kar likh deti hai:
“Usne fir se kuch nahi kaha, lekin pata nahi kyu… lagta hai keh gaya.”


---

(Scene fade out)
Background me canteen ke noise me mix hoti ek slow instrumental tune.


?️ Scene: Arti aur Abhishek – Late Night, Bedroom

Kamre ki halki roshni me Arti apne dressing mirror ke saamne khadi hai, baalon me comb chala rahi hai. Glass ke reflection me Abhishek usse dekh raha hota hai — bed ke kinare baithe hue, ek muskaan ke sath.

Abhishek (teasing tone me):
“Madam, itna time ready hone me tab bhi nahi lagta jab office jaati ho…”

Arti aankhon se hi jawab deti hai — ek halki si muskaan, jisme shararat bhi hai aur pyaar bhi.

Arti:
“Office me koi tum jaisa distract karne wala toh nahi hota na…”

Abhishek uth kar uske peeche aata hai, mirror ke samne dono ke chehre ek frame me. Arti thoda sa palat kar dekhti hai, dono ke beech sirf ek saans ka faasla.

Hawa me perfume aur pyaar ka ek saath mehekta sa mixture hai.
Abhishek apna haath Arti ke kandhe tak laata hai, par chhue bina rok leta hai — jaise pooch raha ho, “ho jaaye?”

Arti aankhein jhuka kar muskurati hai, aur dheere se kehti hai —
“Tumhe hamesha har baat me pehla step lena zaroori lagta hai kya?”

Abhishek hansi rok nahi pata.
“Bas tumhara ‘haan’ mil jaaye, phir toh steps ka kya hai…”

Arti thoda ghoom kar uske paas aati hai — ab dono ek doosre ke saamne.
Room me sirf fan ki awaaz hai… aur unke dilon ki dhadkanein.

Scene: Arti & Abhishek – Night Continues


Camera slowly move karta hai toward window. Curtains hawa me nachte hain.
Arti aur Abhishek ek-dusre ke itne nazdeek a chuke hain ki baatein kuch bhi nahi rhi, sirf nigahen baat kar rahi hain.

Abhishek apne haath se Arti ke baalon ko ek side karta hai. Arti pal bhar ankhen band kart deti hai — jaise us pal ko yaad me sambhal kar rakh lenā chahti ho.

Light soft ho jati hai, camera focus sirf unke haathon par — jo slowly ek-dusre me sama rahe hain.
Abhishek Arti ko bed ke corner tak le aata hai. Arti ek halke sa laughter ke sath peeche hat jati hai, fir aankhon me ek shaant si razamandi le aati hai.

Unke beech jo distance tha, wo ab sirf ek saans ka bacha hai.
Music thoda intense hota hai – violin aur soft drums.
Camera gradually tilt karta hai toward the window, jahan moonlight andar gir rahi hai…
curtains ke peeche unke silhouettes ek ho jate hain.

INT. ARTI & ABHISHEK’S BEDROOM – EARLY MORNING

Subah ki pehli roshni curtains ke beech se bed tak pahunchti hai.
Kamra ab bhi thoda garam hai, par mahaul me ek sukoon sa hai.

Arti apne side pe let kar aankhein kholti hai — Abhishek ab bhi so raha hai.
Uske baal uske chehre pe aaye hue hain, aur ek chhoti si muskurahat Arti ke labon pe aa jaati hai.

Wo dheere se uth kar uske baal sahi karti hai — uska haath kuch sekand tak Abhishek ke gaal par tikta hai.
Abhishek aankhein band karke bolta hai,
“Itni subah uth gayi? Aaj to chhutti le lo.”

Arti hasti hai,
“Agar main chhutti le lungi to breakfast kaun banayega, tum?”
Abhishek aankh band rakhte hue haan me sir hila deta hai.
“Main bana loonga… omelette, ya phir… sirf tumhe dekh kar pet bhar loonga.”

Arti ka chehra thoda laal padta hai,
wo thoda hansi dabate hue uth jaati hai.
“Bas, zyada filmy mat bano… main kitchen ja rahi hoon.”

Abhishek aankh khol kar use jata dekhte hue bolta hai,
“Arti, kal raat…”
Arti pal bhar ke liye rukti hai,
peeche mudti hai, aur halki si smile dekar kehti hai —
“Kal raat sirf hum dono the, aur bas wahi yaad rakho.”

Wo apna dupatta le kar nikal jaati hai.
Abhishek muskurata hua takiye me munh daba leta hai.

Camera Arti ke peeche peeche jaata hai —
Kitchen me wo apna apron pehenti hai, gas on karti hai.
Ek chhoti si khushi uske chehre par hai — wo jo ek shaant rishte me hoti hai, jisme lafzon se zyada ehsaas bolte hain.

FADE OUT.

INT. RADIO STATION – DAY


Camera ek vibrant aur busy radio studio ke andar ghusta hai —
mic, coffee cups, aur poster jisme likha hai:
?️ "Rahat Raza – Dil Se Bol!"

Rahat apne console ke saamne baithi hai,
haath me ek mug — jisme likha hai “Coffee is my Co-RJ” ☕
Aaj uska mood light hai, halka sa mischievous.

Studio ke corner me Sunny (sound engineer) aur Meghna (intern) kuch notes discuss kar rahe hain.
Rahat mic ke paas jhuk kar mock seriousness me bolti hai —

Rahat (On Air):
“Doston, agar aapke partner ne aaj subah aapse good morning nahi bola,
to tension mat lo… ho sakta hai unke phone ka balance khatam ho gaya ho.
Lekin agar unhone aapko last seen hide kar diya hai…
to samajh jao, kahani me twist aa gaya hai!”

(Background me hasi ki sound, Sunny aur Meghna dono hilke hans padte hain.)

Sunny:
“Rahat ma’am, aaj to full savage mood me ho!”

Rahat (grinning):
“Sunny beta, jab tak mere show ke listeners break up nahi karte ya patch up nahi karte,
tab tak mera show incomplete lagta hai.”

Meghna teasing tone me:
“Waise ma’am, aap khud kabhi aise kisi show-type love story me gayi ho?”

Rahat thoda pause karti hai — mug uthakar coffee peeti hai —
(halki si artificial smile)
“Main sirf love stories sunati hoon, Meghna… likhti nahi.”

Studio me ek sekand ke liye silence chhata hai.
Sunny ne maahaul halka karne ke liye bola —
“Chalo ma’am, agli dedications line me ready hai.”

Rahat (On Air, cheerful tone me):
“Alright doston, agli dedications aa rahi hai… ek purani yaadon ke saath.
Aur yaadon ka topic ho, to main kyu peeche rahun?”

Wo mic ke paas jhukti hai, aankhein thodi naram ho jaati hain.
Background me halki si old retro tune bajti hai.

Rahat (soft tone me):
“Yaadein… kabhi kabhi sirf gaane nahi bajti, dil ke radio par bhi koi purana RJ sunai de jaata hai…”

Cut to — Rahat ke chehre ka close-up
uske aankhon me ek halki si chamak — ek purani yaad.
Sameer ka chehra — ek flashback glimpse:
mic ke saamne ek confident RJ, Rahat ko mic ke level sikhata hua.

Sameer (flashback, smile ke saath):
“Mic se darr nahi lagta, Rahat… mic se pyaar karo, tab awaaz dil se niklegi.”

Present me Rahat ek halki saans leti hai —
aur smile kar ke mic band karti hai.

Sunny (off mic):
“Perfect take, ma’am.”

Rahat (softly, almost to herself):
“Perfect… bilkul uske jaise.”

Camera dheere dheere zoom out karta hai —
Rahat fir se console me busy ho jaati hai,
lekin uski aankhon me ek halka sa nostalgia hai.

FADE OUT.

[Greenwood]

Episode 19





Scene: Behen_Code Group Video Call — Night Time

Screen par ek ke baad ek camera feed connect hoti hai —
Arti apne bedroom me, abhi library ka kaam khatam karke;
Rahat apne radio show ke baad make-up remove kar rahi hai;
Ishaani restaurant se directly connect karti hai — apron abhi tak pehna hua;
Anisha apne hostel ke study desk par bethi hai, aur
Anushka apne laptop ke saamne, ek file open karke, serious nazar se dekhti hai.

?Anushka (steady voice):
“Guys… mujhe lagta hai, finally hume kuch mil gaya hai.”

Sab ek saath alert ho jaati hain.

Arti: “Kya mila, Anushka?”

Anushka: “Bank ke CCTV system me last week ek glitch hua tha… maine manually check kiya. Aur dekho, ye clip wahi ke ek camera ka hai.”

Wo share screen karti hai.
Video me — ek grey sedan bank ke gate ke bahar rukti hai.
Thodi der ke liye ek aadmi car se nikalta hai — camera me thoda blur hai, par face recognizable hai.

Ishaani (aankhen faila kar): “Wait—ye to…”

Rahat (slowly): “Vicky…”

Room me ek dum se silence chha jaata hai.
Sirf video ke background sound me cars aur horns sunai dete hain.

Anisha: “Ye kab ka footage hai?”

Anushka: “Pichle Monday ka. Exactly do din pehle jab Humera ki dadi ka accident hua tha.”

Arti: “Matlab wo bank ke paas tha? Same time par?”

Anushka (nod karte hue): “Haan. Ye coincidence nahi lagta mujhe.”

Rahat: “Hume ye clip immediately lawyer ko bhejna chahiye. Ye prove kar sakta hai ki wo wahan tha.”

Ishaani: “Main Humera ko call karti hoon… usse bataate hain.”

Lekin Arti kehti hai —
“Ruko, pehle isse backup kar lo. Aise hi evidence galti se delete ya hack ho sakta hai.”

Anushka (professional calm):
“Already done. Teen jagah save kiya hai. Ek copy mere personal drive me, ek encrypted file me, aur ek offline hard disk me.”

Group ke sab members ek second ke liye chup rehte hain — unke chehre par ek hi emotion: hope.

Phir Rahat halki si muskurahat ke sath kehti hai,
“Lagta hai Behen_Code ne phir ek strong move khel diya hai.”

Screen par sabke faces lighten ho jaate hain — ek chhoti si jeet ke baad waali confident smile.

Video call end hoti hai, par background me wahi CCTV frame zoom in hota hai —
Vicky camera me seedha nahi dekhta, lekin uska shadow bilkul clear hota hai.
Scene ek dramatic pause ke sath fade out ho jaata hai.

Rahat’s Bedroom — Late Night


Rahat apne radio show ke baad ghar laut chuki hai.
Room me sirf ek dim light jal rahi hai.
Desk par mic, headphones, aur coffee ka adha khali mug pada hai.
Kuch der baad, wo apne balcony ka curtain khol kar bahar chali jaati hai.
Hawa halki thandi hai, sadak ke kinare streetlight ka peela ujala chamak raha hai.
Niche se ek cycle wala guzarta hai, door koi kutta bhonkta hai — aur sab fir shaant ho jaata hai.

Rahat railing par dono haath tikati hai, aasman ki taraf dekhti hai…
aur ek halki muskurahat ke sath kehti hai:

> “Tum keh ke gaye the, Rahat… mic ke saamne kabhi darr mat dikhana.
Log hasenge, to unke saath has lena… par rona sirf hawa me karna.”



Jaise hi ye lafz nikalte hain, camera dheere se blur hota hai —
aur flashback me cut hota hai.


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FLASHBACK — Radio Station (3 saal pehle)

Ek energetic office environment. Posters, mics, laughter, background me music.
Aur beech me ek young man — Sameer — confident, charming, RJ tone me baat kar raha hai.
Uske saamne nervous si Rahat, pehli baar internship ke interview ke liye aayi hoti hai.

Sameer (smiling):
“Tumhara naam? Rahat, right? Waise naam ke hisaab se tum thodi serious lag rahi ho.”

Rahat awkwardly smile karti hai.
Rahat: “Sir, actually thoda nervous hoon…”

Sameer: “Sir nahi — bas Sameer. Yahan hum sab mic ke dost hain, boss ke nahi.”

Uske baad dono ke beech chhoti chhoti baatein hoti hain —
music taste, radio topics, life ke viewpoints.
Aur dheere-dheere wo mentor aur mentee ka rishta ban jaata hai.

Ek short montage —

Sameer mic ke piche usse guide karta hua,

dono coffee machine ke paas hansi-mazaak karte hue,

aur ek din Sameer usse kehta hai —
“Tumhari awaaz me wo feel hai, jisse log apna dard bhool jaate hain.”



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Back to Present

Balcony me khadi Rahat ke chehre par ek aansu aa jaata hai,
lekin wo turant muskurahat me badal deti hai.
Wo aankh band karke halki si khilkhilahat nikalti hai — jaise koi purani yaad se mazaak kar rahi ho.

> “Aaj bhi mic ke saamne dar lagta hai, Sameer…
Par tumhare jaise mentor fir nahi mila.”



Camera uske chehre ke close-up par rukta hai —
wind me uske baal udd rahe hain, aur background me uske show ki awaaz halki si goonjti hai:

> “Ye thi aapki Rahat, jo dilon tak awaaz pahucha deti hai…”



Scene: Gyaan Ganga Library – Next Morning

Suraj ki halki kirne library ke sheeshe se andar aa rahi hain.
Shelf ke darmiyan ek sukoon bhari khamoshi hai, sirf paper ke page palatne ki halki si awaaz.

Arti apni usual jagah par bethi hai — ek corner table jahan se puri library dikhti hai.
Aaj uske chehre par ek mild smile hai, jaise kal ki thakaan ab kisi aur ehsaas me badal gayi ho.
Uske haath me ek nayi novel hai — par uski aankhein us par nahi, aas paas ghoom rahi hain…
kisi chehre ko dhoondhti hui.

Kuch pal guzarte hain.
Aur tabhi —
wo ladka, wahi young reader, jo hamesha dusre corner me baithta hai,
andar aata hai, bag utarta hai, aur apni usual jagah par baith jaata hai.

Arti ka dil ek pal ke liye ruk jaata hai.
Wo bas halki si jhalak bhar dekhti hai — par usi jhalak me jaise kuch keh diya dono ne bina bole.

Wo ladka apni kitab kholta hai, par uski aankhein bhi aksar upar uth kar Arti ke direction me chali jaati hain.
Dono ke beech kuch seconds tak eye contact hota hai —
na muskurahat, na gesture, bas ek ankahi pehchaan.

Background me fan ki awaaz, paper ke palatne ki halki khan-khan aur
beech me ek invisible conversation chalti rehti hai dono ke beech —
ek taraf curiosity, doosri taraf hesitation.

Arti apna pallu thoda set karti hai, aankhon me ek sharamili jhijhak ke sath,
aur phir sir jhuka kar kitab me ghus jaati hai.
Wo ladka bhi pretend karta hai ki padh raha hai —
par dono jaante hain, wo ab ek dusre ke presence ko ignore kar nahi sakte.

Camera zoom out karta hai —
library ki shaanti me do alag-alag tables,
aur beech me ek naye jazbaat ka beech ankahi si khamoshi me boya jaa chuka hai.

Scene: College Canteen – Late Morning


Canteen me halki si bheed hai —
chai aur samose ki khushboo hawa me hai, students ki baatein, laughter aur kuch music phone speakers se baj raha hai.

Anisha ek corner table par bethi hai —
ek notebook khuli hui, pen haath me, lekin likh kuch nahi rahi.
Wo khidki ke bahar dekh rahi hoti hai,
shayd kabir ko.

Aur tabhi —
wo awaaz aati hai, “Excuse me, ye seat khaali hai?”
Anisha thoda chonk kar palat kar dekhti hai —
Kabir khada hai, haath me coffee cup, smile karte hue.

Anisha (thoda awkwardly):
“Uh… haan, haan, baith jao.”

Kabir muskurata hai aur baith jaata hai.
Kuch seconds tak dono ke beech ek ajeeb sa silence.
Phir Kabir casually bol padta hai —

Kabir:
humesha seminar me hi milogi ya mujhse milna boring lagta hai...

Anisha (attitude ke sath):
Sab logon ko boring lagta hoga... Mujhse kya puchh rahe ho

Kabir:
“Tum humesha serious hi rehti ho, ya bas mere samne pretend karti ho...

Anisha
Kisi or par try karna mittar... Yaha pighalne wala dil hi nahi hai.

Kabir shrug karta hai, “Padhai aur pyaar dono me kabhi interest nahi raha mujhe… bas attendance maintain karna hota hai.”

Anisha (thoda teasing tone me):
“To fir tum seminar me aaye hi kyun?”

Kabir:
“Tumhe dekhne.”

Anisha ka pen haath se gir jaata hai —
kabir ki aankho me sharaarat, Anisha ke chehre par ek blush.

Phir wo dono ek dusre ko dekhne lage, Kabir ki aankho me shararat or Anisha ki aankho me shayd ek irritation...

Background me canteen ki masti, un dono ke coffee cup ke beech me ek chhota sa connection ban chuka tha —
abhi dosti nahi, lekin uski shuruaat zarur.


Scene: Bank Office – Next Morning

Subah ka rush time.
Bank ke counter khule hue hain, customers line me.
Anushka apne cabin me hai, system on karte hue files arrange kar rahi hai.

Uske paas se Sumit guzarta hai — ek fake friendly smile ke saath.

Sumit (casually):
“Good morning, ma’am. Lagta hai kal raat bhi overtime maara?”

Anushka (without looking up):
“Work complete karna zaroori tha, Sumit. Deadlines kisi ka intezaar nahi karti.”

Sumit halka sarcastic tone me:
“Of course… aap jaise logon ke liye to promotion bhi intezaar nahi karta.”
Wo ye keh kar chala jaata hai, par Anushka ke chehre par ek uneasy expression.

She shakes her head, ignores him, aur apna system kholti hai.
Tabhi ek pop-up — “File Access Error”.
Uske ek report file ka naam change ho gaya hai, aur kuch data missing hai.

Anushka (murmuring):
“Ye kya… mainne to ye file kal night me backup ki thi.”

Wo backup folder kholti hai —
Ek note file open hoti hai jisme likha hai:

> “Trust no one in this bank. Not even your seniors.”



Anushka ki aankhen wide.
Wo turant file close karti hai, system check karti hai — kuch aur unusual nahi.

Phir ek corner me, cabin ke glass ke bahar — Jeevan ka reflection dikhai deta hai.
Wo door se calmly uske cabin ki taraf dekh raha hai,
ek halke smile ke saath.

Anushka usse dekhti hai,
Jeevan signal deta hai: “Meeting in 10 minutes.”
Aur chala jaata hai.

Anushka slowly apni diary kholti hai —
ek line likhti hai:

> “Someone’s watching me. But who?”

Screen fade —
background me soft tension music.
Scene end.

Scene: Ishani’s Restaurant – Early Evening


Restaurant ka soft jazzy music chal raha hai, tables par evening customers baithne lage hain.
Corner table par Ishani aur Humera baithi hain — coffee mugs ke beech files, notes aur ek tablet rakha hai.

Humera (focused tone me):
“Dekho, ab tak jo bhi information mili hai, wo incomplete hai.
Vicky ke last transaction ke baad se trace khatam ho gaya.
Anushka ne jo CCTV nikala hai, usse ek thread mil sakta hai—”

Ishani sirf half-sun rahi hai.
Uski aankhein baar-baar restaurant ke gate ki taraf ja rahi hain…
Aur tabhi — wo aata hai.

Tall, curly hair, denim jacket, shoulders par guitar ka case —
Ishani ka crush.
Gate se andar aate hi jaise hawa ka flow badal jaata hai.
Ishani ke chehre par ek halka smile aa jaata hai, uska pen haath se slip kar jaata hai.

Humera (abhi bhi apni baat me):
“…agar Vicky ke phone records mil jaayein to hum confirm kar sakte hain ki wo—”

Humera rukti hai.
Usse lagta hai Ishani unusually quiet hai.
Wo Ishani ki aankhon ke direction me dekhti hai… aur fir hansi rok nahi paati.

Humera (muskurate hue):
“Baat to main case ki kar rahi hoon,
par lagta hai madam detective kisi aur case me busy hain…”

Ishani jhat se sambhalti hai,
Ishani (halki si sharam ke saath):
“Arre… kuch nahi… bas… ek customer dekha tha pehle bhi aata hai yahan.”

Humera (teasing tone):
“Haan haan… customer hi to.
Lekin tumhara smile to ‘special service’ jaisa lag raha tha.”

Ishani aankhon se mana karti hai,
par uska dil ab bhi us ladke par atka hai —
jo ab counter par order kar raha hai,
aur be-khabar hai ke koi usse har din chhup-chhup ke dekhta hai.

Camera Ishani ke chehre par zoom —
wo humera ki baatein sun rahi hai,
par aankhen ab bhi usi par tikki hain.

Location: Ishani ke restaurant ka corner table.
Background me soft acoustic music baj raha hai.

Humera coffee ka sip leti hai, Ishani ab bhi us ladke ki taraf dekh rahi hoti hai —
wo ladka ab apni table par baith gaya hai, friends ke sath hansi-mazaak kar raha hai.

Humera (thoda tease karte hue):
“Bata na, kabse chal raha tum dono ka?”

Ishani turant aankhon me shock le aati hai —
Ishani (nervously):
“Kya? Kya chal raha?”

Humera (smile dabate hue):
“Arre wahi… jo aankhon aankhon me chal raha hai.
Main bhi ladki hoon Ishani, nazar ka matlab samajhti hoon.”

Ishani kuch nahi bolti.
Bas coffee stir karte hue table ki taraf dekhti rehti hai.
Uski aankhon me ek sharam aur halki si muskaan hai.

Humera (tone me halka seriousness laate hue):
“Toh… naraz ho kya ek dusre se?
Ya bas... door reh kar pasand karna pasand hai?”

Ishani ki aankhein ek pal ke liye us ladke par tik jaati hain…
phir wo dheere se bolti hai —

Ishani (softly):
“Na naraz hain, na kareeb… bas... keh nahi paayi kabhi.”

Humera ek second ke liye chup ho jaati hai, phir muskurati hai.
Humera (teasing tone me):
“Hmmm… baat to thodi pechida lagti hai.”
(thoda jhool kar bolti hai)
“Are bol de na Ishani, itna kya ghabrati hai?
Tu bole to main hi jaake bol du usse… kya naam hai uska?”

Ishani turant hansi ke saath haath badhakar Humera ka haath pakad leti hai,
“Are pagal hai kya tu? Mat bol kuch bhi!”

Dono ki hansi restaurant ke background music me mil jaati hai.
Camera thoda zoom out karta hai —
ek table par do dost, ek mission aur ek dil ke raaz ke beech kahani likh rahe hain.

Ishani ke chehre par ab bhi halki si muskaan hai,
lekin aankhon me ek halka darr bhi —
ke kahin wo ladka kabhi jaane, to kya samjhega?

Scene fade out.

Scene: Rahat ka ghar – Late Evening


Camera ek purane se ghar ke andar ghusta hai —
drawing room me ek purana fan ghoom raha hai,
TV par news chal rahi hai, volume full.

Imdad (baap) sofa par baitha hai, newspaper haath me,
lekin uski aankhein TV par chipki hui hain.
Har cheez par comment karne wali aadat ab bhi wahi.

Imdad (chillate hue):
“Dekha Rukhsana! Aaj kal ki ladkiyan bas muh utha ke bahar nikal jaati hain.
Na adaab, na sharam. Din bhar hawa khati hain, ghar ka dhyaan nahi!”

Rukhsana (maa) kitchen se awaz lagati hai —
“Bas, itna gussa mat karo Imdad. Rahat ne to subah se ek bhi break nahi liya.
RJ ke kaam me poora din bolti rehti hai, thoda aaram to karne do use.”

Imdad newspaper jor se patakta hai,
“Arre, aaram ka time sabke liye nahi hota!
Mujhe bhi kabhi aaram mila tha kya?”

Rahat apne kamre ke gate par khadi sab kuchh sun rahi hoti hai.
Uske chehre par ek ajeeb sa mix of guilt aur thakaan hai.
Uske haath me ek cup chai hai, lekin wo pee nahi rahi.

Tabhi Anish (bhai) kitchen se aata hai, maa ke haath se plate le kar Rahat ke paas aata hai.

Anish (normal tone me):
“Le behen, kuch kha le.
Aaj bhi kuch khaya nahi tune, mummy keh rahi thi.”

Rahat (muskurakar):
“Tu to bas mummy ka spokesman lagta hai har waqt.”

Anish (halki muskaan ke sath):
“Tu bhi to papa ke mood se darti hai har waqt.
Aakhir ghar me koi to balance rakhe.”

Dono ek pal ke liye aankhon me aankhon daal kar muskura dete hain.
Rahat ka chehra thoda relax hota hai,
lekin uske andar ka pressure ab bhi wahi hai —
ek aisi duniya me saans lena,
jahan har din usse samjha nahi, sirf tol liya jaata hai.

Camera dheere-dheere zoom out karta hai —
ek ghar jahan toxicity aur care ek hi chhat ke neeche rehte hain.

Scene fade out.

Scene: Late Night – Anisha ka Hostel Room


Kamra andhera hai, sirf ek dim light jal rahi hai study table par.
Table par kuch open books, half-written notes, ek pen —
aur ek half cup chai, jo ab thandi ho chuki hai.

Anisha bed par bethi hoti hai, knees apni chest ke paas liye,
khidki ke bahar dekh rahi hoti hai.
Bahar hostel ka corridor light jal raha hai,
lekin uske kamre me sirf khamoshi hai.

Background me ek halki si sad instrumental music — piano aur rain-like ambience.

Uske chehre par thakaan nahi,
ek purani udaasi hai —
wo udaasi jo waqt ke sath kam nahi hoti, bas aadat ban jaati hai.

Anisha halki awaaz me khud se bolti hai —
“Sabke paas koi na koi hota hai...
mujhe lagta hai maine sabko pehle hi kho diya.”

Uski aankhon me aansu bharne lagte hain.
Table par rakhi ek purani photo frame par uski nazar padti hai —
uske maa-baap aur chhoti si Anisha ki muskurati tasveer.
Wo frame uthati hai, ungli se uske glass ko saaf karti hai,
fir uske honth se ek thandi si saans nikalti hai.

“Kaash tum dono ab bhi hote…”
Ek halki si muskurahat —
wo muskurahat jo aansuon ke beech bhi dil ko thoda sambhal leti hai.

Wo frame apne seene se lagati hai,
bed par let jaati hai, aankhen band karti hai,
lekin uske galle se aansu be-awaaz behte rehte hain.

Thodi der me wo rote-rote hi so jaati hai.

Camera dheere-dheere zoom out karta hai —
Hostel ke kamre me sirf ek saans lene ki halki si aahat bachi hoti hai.

Fade out.

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Update 20




Scene: Morning – Arti’s Home

Kitchen me se tadka aur chai ki milti-julti khushboo aa rahi hoti hai.
Background me morning radio baj raha hota hai —
Rahat ka cheerful voice station par goonj raha hota hai:
“Good morning, doston! Zindagi chahe kitni bhi rush ho, apni smile ka traffic kabhi mat rokna!”

Arti apron pehne kitchen me busy hoti hai —
ek haath se parathe sek rahi hoti hai, dusre haath me chai ka cup.
Uske chehre par wo usual calm expression,
lekin aankhon me ek roz ke routine wali thakaan bhi hoti hai.

Tabhi Abhishek freshly ironed shirt me kitchen me aata hai,
tie ko set karta hua —
aur seedha Arti ke paas jaakar halki si muskurahat ke sath kehta hai:

Abhishek (softly):
“Arti… aaj raat ek office party hai, aur invitation couple-only ka hai…
toh madam, ready rehna.”

Arti ke haath se belan almost gir jaata hai —
ek pal ke liye wo shock aur khushi ke beech me atak jaati hai.

Arti (muskurate hue):
“Sach me? Matlab mujhe bhi le ja rahe ho?”

Abhishek (tease karte hue):
“Are le ja raha hoon, lekin warning hai…
party me sab meri wife ko dekh ke jealous ho jayenge.”

Arti ke gaal halki si laal ho jaate hain.
Wo apne apron ko utaar kar kehti hai —
“Tum bhi na, bas bakwaas hi karte rehte ho…”

Abhishek uske paas aata hai,
usse halki si waist se pakadta hai,
aur uske kaan ke paas jhuk kar kuch naughty sa whisper karta hai —
(Itna halki awaaz me ki audience ko sirf Arti ka reaction dikhe,
uski aankhen widened, phir ek sharmai si smile).

Arti (shy tone me):
“Ab jao bhi… koi dekh lega…”

Abhishek:
“Dekhne do… husband hoon tumhara.”

Wo uske gaal par ek quick kiss karta hai,
aur bag uthakar kehta hai —
“Raat ko ready rehna, warna party cancel.”

Arti uske peeche dekhte hue muskurati hai,
aur jaise hi darwaza band hota hai,
wo aankhon me thodi excitement ke sath khud se kehti hai —
“Party… matlab ek raat bina kitchen, bina ‘Saas’ ke…”

Background me soft music bajta hai.
Arti khidki ke paas jaakar cup of chai sip karti hai,
aur ek sukoon bhari saans leti hai —
as if aaj ka din kuch achha hone wala hai.

Cut to – Radio Station (Rahat’s montage scene begins...)

Scene: Morning – Radio Station (Rahat’s Montage)


Background me Rahat ke radio show ka on-air light chamak raha hota hai —
studio me hamesha ki tarah thoda chaos aur thodi masti chal rahi hoti hai.
Coffee mugs, sound scripts, aur RJ cabin ke glass ke bahar staff ke funny faces.

Rahat apni chair pe half-turned baithi hoti hai,
mic ke saamne, mood full-on quirky.

Rahat (on-air, energetic tone me):
“Arre bhai sunne walon, zindagi me teen cheezein kabhi underestimate mat karna —
traffic signal ka red light, office ki Monday meeting,
aur apni maa ka ‘bas ek kaam aur kar le beta’!”

(Studio ke bahar staff me se Rohan aur Priya hans padte hain.)

Rohan (glass ke uss paar se, teasing tone me):
“Ma’am, aapne apne ghar ka example de diya kya?”

Rahat (mic mute karte hue, seedha Rohan ki taraf dekh kar):
“Rohan, tu apni salary ka example mat bana le, samjha?”

(Priya zor se hasti hai. Rahat ek aankh se wink kar deti hai.)

Priya:
“Ma’am, aapne kal ki show intro line likhi kya?”

Rahat:
“Haan haan likh li, lekin tujhe sunane se pehle NDA sign karwaungi.”

Rohan (chhupke se):
“Dekha Priya, yeh RJ nahi RAW agent hai.”

Sab hansne lagte hain, aur Rahat bhi apni coffee ka sip leke kehti hai —
“Bas bhai, mazaak me bhi confidential rehna zaroori hai.”

On-air light phir se on hoti hai.
Rahat turant apne mic ke paas jhukti hai —
“Okay doston! Ab waqt hai aapke ‘Morning Mood Meter’ ka!
Batao kaunsi cheez aaj aapka mood off kar gayi —
Boss ka gussa, girlfriend ka attitude, ya chai me makhi?”

Ek listener ka funny call aata hai —
“Rahat ji, meri wife ne mujhe aaj neend me bhi ‘list banayi?’ poocha!”

Rahat ki hansi control nahi hoti —
“Sir, aapka case serious hai…
aapko turant ek ‘wife helpline’ se contact karna chahiye,
jo unfortunately iss studio me available nahi hai.”

Sab hansi me phat padte hain.
Rahat ka laughter room bhar deta hai —
ek wo laughter jo pure station ki energy reset kar deta hai.

Aur jaise hi show khatam hota hai,
wo apne headphone utaarti hai,
aur ek halki saans leke kehti hai —
“Bas, ab ek aur din cross ho gaya…
Radio ka show easy hai…
Life ka show thoda tough.”

Background me uski smile halki si melancholy me badal jaati hai,
aur camera uske chehre par zoom karta hai —
wo smile jo andar se thodi thaki hui hai,
lekin duniya ke liye ab bhi full volume par on-air hai ?️

Lights dim.

Mic band ho gaya hai, par studio me ab bhi Rahat ki awaaz ka echo gunj raha hai.
She removes her headphones…
ek halka sa silence — woh silence jisme bas apne thoughts ki awaaz hoti hai.

Rahat apni diary kholti hai… ek corner pe likha hai:
“Show idea – Dil ke RJ.”

Wo smile karti hai, aur uske aankhon ke samne ek yaad khul jaati hai —
FLASHBACK: 3 years ago – same radio station, evening time.


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Flashback – Sameer aur Rahat: First Meeting

Background me purani warm light.
Sameer (early 30s), simple cotton shirt, headphones gale me latke hue,
aur uske samne ek nayi intern Rahat, diary clutch kiye hue nervous khadi hai.

Sameer (smiling):
“Tumhara naam?”

Rahat (thoda ghabrati hue):
“Rahat Khan… sir.”

Sameer (softly):
“Sir mat bolo. Yahan sab mic ke dost hain… aur main bhi.”

(Rahat awkwardly smile karti hai.)

Sameer:
“Show sunke aaye ho mere? ‘Dil Ke Frequency’? Kaise laga?”

Rahat (thoda honest tone me):
“Sir, starting thoda slow laga tha… lekin end me feel aa gayi.”

Sameer (fake hurt expression):
“Accha! Matlab RJ boring tha?”

Rahat (hans padti hai):
“Nahi! RJ honest tha… isliye interesting ban gaya.”

(Uski smile dekh ke Sameer bhi muskurata hai.)

Sameer:
“Bas yahi honesty chahiye radio me.
Script nahi, feel chahiye.
Aaj se tum mere show pe shadow banogi… sunogi, seekhogi.”

Rahat:
“Sir, matlab main on-air aungi?”

Sameer:
“Abhi nahi. Pehle suno kaise baat hoti hai hawa se.”

(Sameer ek mic ke paas jata hai, uski voice control karte hue kehta hai —)
“Rahat… mic pe sirf bolna nahi, mehsoos karna padta hai.
Jaise har listener tumse ek hi sawaal pooch raha ho —
‘Tum theek ho na?’”

(Background me soft instrumental music, Sameer ke words echo karte hain.)

Rahat usse dekhti rehti hai — wo calm, composed aur charming teacher jo har baat dil se bolta hai.
Aur pehli baar, Rahat ka face light ke reflection me glow karta hai —
jaise usne apna purpose dhoondh liya ho.

Rahat (slowly):
“Aapke show ka naam ‘Dil Ke Frequency’ sahi rakha hai…
kyunki aap waqai dil se bolte ho.”

Sameer (smiling, looking at her):
“Ab tumhara show bhi wahi karega.”

(Beat. Unke beech ek silence. Light bass dikhata hai — chemistry clear hai, subtle but warm.)


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CUT BACK TO PRESENT

Rahat apni diary band karti hai.
Wo ek lamha stare karti hai mic ke taraf —
Sameer ka hi diya hua mic stand.

Rahat (softly, almost whisper):
“Tum sikhake chale gaye…
aur main aaj bhi wahi mic pakde huye baithi hoon.”

Ek halki si smile, thoda dard.
Wo apni aankh me aansu rok kar ek deep breath leti hai —
aur khud se kehti hai,
“Chalo Rahat… show khatam hua, zindagi nahi.”

Camera dheere-dheere uske chehre se door hota hai —
Rahat ka reflection mic ke glass me dikhta hai,
aur Sameer ki ek halki awaaz echo hoti hai —

> “Mic pe bolne se zyada… chup rehna mushkil hota hai.”

Scene – Anushka’s Bank (Afternoon)


Bank ka atmosphere shaant hai, AC ki halki si humming chal rahi hai. Counters par customers ka usual rush hai, par Anushka apne cabin me laptop screen ke samne ghoor rahi hoti hai.

Uske inbox me ek naya mail blink kar raha hota hai.
Subject line — “You don’t even know half of it, Anushka.”
Sender — unknown.

Anushka ke fingers thodī der hawa me ruk jaate hain, phir wo mail open karti hai.

Mail me likha hota hai:

> “Your father wasn’t betrayed by fate.
He was betrayed by someone sitting closer than you think.
Check the audit file — 17B.”


Anushka ka dil ek pal ke liye ruk sa jata hai.
Wo turant apne file cabinet me jaake audit file 17B nikalti hai.
Lekin tab uske cabin ka darwaza knock hota hai — Sumit.

Sumit (halki si muskaan ke sath):
> “Madam, lunch time miss karne ka plan hai kya? Ya aaj koi secret mission chal raha hai?”

Anushka ek forced smile deti hai, lekin uski aankhon me suspicion hai.
Usse lagta hai ki Sumit kuch chhupa raha hai — aur jab wo kuch paper sign karne ke liye deti hai, uska nazar padta hai ki Sumit ne uske desk ke file ko chhupke dekha.

Sumit casual tone me:
> “Waise ma’am, 17B audit file... usme koi issue tha kya? Jeevan sir abhi uske bare me pooch rahe the.”

Anushka turant alert ho jati hai.
> “Jeevan sir? Unhone poocha tha?”

Sumit (smiling awkwardly):
> “Haan… bas casual enquiry thi, kuch serious nahi.”

Anushka file ko band karti hai, uski aankhon me doubt aur ghera hota ja raha hai.
Camera uske chehre par zoom karta hai — ek mix of fear aur determination.

Background me slow piano tone bajta hai.
Uske screen par woh mail fir blink karta hai —
“Find the truth before they find you.”


Scene – Arti’s Bedroom (Evening)

Ghar me halki si shaam ki roshni ghus rahi hai. Dressing table ke saamne Arti khadi hai — ek se ek dress nikal kar bed par phek rahi hai.

Mirror ke samne apne bal kholti hai, ek blue saree lagati hai… phir turant hata deti hai.
> “Nahi nahi, yeh to mummy ji ke samne thodi zyada bold lag rahi hai…”
wo khud se bolti hai.

Phir ek pastel gown nikalti hai, usse apne body ke saath lagakar dekhte hue ek second ke liye smile karti hai…
Aur usi moment usse yaad aati hai Abhishek ki subah wali baat —
jab wo uske kaan me jhuk kar kuch naughty sa bol kar gaya tha.

Us pal ki yaad aate hi Arti ke gaal laal ho jaate hain, aankhon me ek halka sa sharmila sa glow aa jata hai.
Wo mirror me khud ko dekhti hai aur dheere se bolti hai —

> “Mr. Abhishek Sharma… aaj aapko surprise milne wala hai.”
Camera mirror ke reflection me uska mischievous smile capture karta hai.
Wo wardrobe se ek deep wine-color saree nikalti hai — thodi bold, thodi elegant.
Saree ko apne shoulders pe daal kar, wo imagine karti hai Abhishek ka reaction.
Background me soft romantic instrumental bajta hai.

Tabhi piche se saas ki awaaz aati hai —
> “Arti! Tum abhi tak tayyar nahi hui? Itna time laga diya ek party ke liye?”

Arti ghabra kar saree ko sambhalti hai, lekin aankhon me wo naughty sparkle ab bhi hai.
> “Bas mummy ji, do minute aur… Abhishek ke saath matching kar rahi hoon.”

Saas suspicious tone me:
> “Hmmm… matching ya kuch aur?”

Arti ke mooh se halki si hansi nikal padti hai —
wo dil me sochti hai,
> “Kash mummy ji jaanti ki aaj unke beta ko kaisi surprise milegi.”

Camera dheere-dheere zoom out karta hai — bed par bikhri dresses, mirror me blush karti Arti, aur ek chhupi hui excitement.
Shaam ka waqt ab romance ka promise ban gaya hai.

Scene – Evening, “Food Adda” Restaurant ke baahar


Kitchen ka shutter aadha band ho raha hai. Staff apna-apna kaam samet raha hai.
Ishani counter ke paas khadi hai — apron utarte hue, aankhon me soch ka ek ghera sa samundar.

Uske haath to mechanically chal rahe hain, par dimaag kahin aur hai.
Hearing me sirf 10 din bache hain, aur unke paas ab tak koi solid lead nahi.
Ek taraf Vicky ka case, doosri taraf uska khud ka dil, jo confuse hai —
wo crush jisse wo keh nahi paayi, aur wo guilt jo case ke silence se badh raha hai.

Uske mathe par shikan ki lakeerein aur gehri ho jaati hain.
Wo manager ke “Good night, Ishani!” bolne par thoda jhatke se present me laut aati hai.

> Ishani halki si muskurahat dekar kehti hai,
“Good night, bhaiya… kal milte hain.”

Locker se apna helmet nikalti hai, apron fold karke rakh deti hai,
aur ek pal ke liye door ke signboard par likha “FOOD ADDA” dekhti hai —
jise dekhte hi jaise uske dimaag me Humera ke words ghoom jaate hain:
“Proof chhupa hai, lekin milke rahega.”

Wo apni scooty ke paas jaati hai, ignition on karti hai,
aur helmet pehne hue apne reflection me dekhti hai — aankhon me thoda gussa, thoda determination.

> “Kuch na kuch to hai… Vicky itni asaani se nahi bach sakta,”
wo dheere se apne aap se kehti hai.

Scooty ka engine start hota hai — ek sharp sound ke saath.
Uske baal hawa me udte hain, aur camera peeche se follow karta hai jab Ishani shahar ke lights ke beech se nikalti hai,
ek akele mission pe, ek aur din ke liye… ek aur clue ke liye.

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Update 21




Dim lighted studio. Sirf console ke button aur red “ON AIR” light chamak rahi hai.
Mic ke saamne Rahat, nervous si, pehli baar live show kar rahi hai.
Uske haath me script hai, lekin awaaz thodi kaamp rahi hai.

Uske piche se ek naram si awaaz aati hai —

> “Deep breath, Rahat… mic tumhara dushman nahi, dost hai.”



Wo Sameer tha — calm, confident, charm se bhara hua.
White shirt, rolled-up sleeves, aur aankhon me ek soothing confidence.
Rahat use dekhti hai, halki si muskuraati hai, aur mic ke paas jaati hai.

> Sameer (halki hansi ke saath): “Bas dil se bolo. Script mat padho, dil padho.”

Rahat: “Agar galti ho gayi to?”

Sameer: “To main hoon na, cover kar lunga. Par tu apni awaaz pe bharosa kar.”



Background me soft instrumental music bajta hai.
Rahat mic on karti hai, aur uski awaaz hawaon me goonjti hai —
narmi, hesitation, aur sachchai ka ek perfect mix.

> “Good evening listeners… yeh hai Radio Rang aur main hoon aapki Rahat…”



Sameer piche se dekhta hai, uske chehre par ek proud smile.
Show ke baad jab mic off hota hai, Sameer clap karta hai —

> “Dekha? Kaha tha na… awaaz me jaadu hai tumhare.”



Rahat sharma jaati hai, kuch keh nahi paati.
Bas ek pal ke liye dono ke beech ek silent chemistry ka moment.
Studio ke bahar city ke light glow kar rahe hain,
aur background me Sameer ki awaaz gunjti hai —

> “Kabhi kabhi, Rahat, awaaz se zyada dil sunai deta hai…”



(Flashback fade out — camera Rahat ke present face par aata hai,
wo balcony me baithi hai, hawa uske baal uda rahi hai… aankhon me thoda dard aur ek chhupi si muskurahat.)


INT. ARTI & ABHISHEK’S BEDROOM – NIGHT

Room mein soft yellow light jal rahi hai. Khidki se thoda chandni ka noor andar aa raha hai. Arti ne aaj kuch zyada hi khubsurat dress pehni hai — wohi jo subah choose ki thi, wohi jisme uske chehre par ek confident glow aa gaya tha.

Darwaza khulne ki awaaz aati hai — Abhishek ghar laut aaya hai. Tie loose, shirt ke button khule hue, par uski aankhon mein din bhar ki thakan se zyada excitement hai.

Arti (slow smile ke saath)
"Aaj to bahut der kar di aapne..."

Abhishek (smirking)
"Traffic nahi... suspense tha, tumhare surprise ka."

Woh apna coat sofa par phenka, seedha Arti ke paas aaya. Arti halka sa peeche hatti, lekin aankhon se ab bhi usse dekhti rahi. Abhishek uske paas rukta hai, dono ke beech sirf saans ki doori reh gayi.

Kuch pal ke liye dono chup ho jaate hain — sirf unke dilon ki dhadkanein sunai deti hain.
Abhishek apne haath se Arti ke baal peechhe karta hai, uske kaan ke paas kuch dheere se bolta hai, wohi naughty line jo subah kaha tha.

Arti ke gaal halki si laali se bhar jaate hain.
Woh aankhen neeche kar leti hai, phir ek pal ke liye unhe utha kar kehti hai —

Arti (teasing tone me)
"To fir surprise sirf mera hi kyu ho?"

Abhishek muskura padta hai. Arti lamp ki roshni kam kar deti hai — kamra ab halki roshni mein dhal jaata hai.
Camera unke haathon par rukta hai — ek haath dusre haath ko pakadta hai, dheere se dono ek dusre ke kareeb aate hain.

Music fade in hota hai
Curtain hawa se halkasa hilta hai... aur screen dheere se dark ho jaati hai.

Arti Abhishek ki aankho me sexy tarike se dekhti hai or fir apne ghutno par chali jati hai... Abhishek jo room me lamp dekh raha tha, ekdam se Arti ke niche bethne par dekhta hai to kuch der ke liye shock hota hai or fir jab Arti apne baal piche le jakar bandhti hai to Abhishek ko andaza ho jata hai ki uski personal bitch ab kya karne wali hai...
Arti Abhishek ke pent ke hook ko kholne lagti hai or Abhishek bhi uski puri madad karta hai.... Abhishek Arti ke baalo ko support deta hai or Arti dekhte hi dekhte Abhishek ki pant uske ghutno tak kar deti hai, or fir apni nazuk,lambi ungaliyaa Abhishek ke underwear par uske lund ke paas ferne lagti hai... Abhishek Arti ke hatho ke touch se ab garam hone lagta hai or Arti ko bhi uske lode ne bulge nazar aata hua dikhai deta hai... Abhishek ka lund ab jagne lagta hai jo uske frenchy underwear me fool kar mota hone lagta hai... Arti apne dono hatho se Abhishek ka underwear bhi usse alag kar deti hai....

Or Abhishek ka mota uncut loda uchhal kar Arti ke samne salaami dene lagta hai... Arti uske lode ko pakad kar aage pichhe karne lagti hai or usko foreskin se uska lund bahar nikal leti hai... Fir Arti der na karte huye apne komal hontho se Abhishek ke lund par kiss karti hai, is kiss se Abhishek ka bhala or jyada fufkarne lagta hai... Arti ab apne komal red lipstick wale hontho me Abhishek ka garam garam lund rakhti hai, or us par apne hontho ki puri pakad bana kar apna sir aage pichhe karne lagti hai... Abhishek bhi apni aankhein band kar leta hai or fir Arti apni speed badha deti hai...

Arti is mahol ko or jyada kamuk banane ke liye apni saree ka pallu jo uske shoulder se pin ki madad se attach tha, Arti jhat se apne hatho se us pin ko bhi khol deti hai or seconds me hi Arti ka pallu uske shoulder se hota hua niche zameen par aa jata hai.... Abhishek jab is nazare ko dekhta hai to uski excitement or jyada badh jati hai... Ariel view se use Arti ke kadak shape wale tight boobs ka nazara milta hai... Or Abhishek bhi ab Arti ka sir aage pichhe karne laga tha apne lode par.... Abhishek ke kaam ko khatm karne ke liye Arti apna akhiri daanv chalti hai or Abhishek ke tatte sehlane lagti hai,,... Abhishek ko butterfly feeling aati hai or uske muh se siskiya tej ho jati hai or Arti isi moke ka fayda utha kar Abhishek ka loda deep gale tak ghusa leti hai, or Abhishek is hamle ke liye tayar nahi tha or ek tez garma garam pichkari uske gale se hote huye sidha uske muh me utar jati hai Abhishek ke virya ki... Arti ek ek karke uski har ek boond pine lagti hai, koi aadhe minute tak Abhishek ka sher Arti ki mukhgufa me apna maal nikalta raha... Or Abhishek bhi tej tej saanso se jhadne lagta hai... Virya ki aakhiri boond tak Arti pi jati hai or Thodi hi der me Abhishek ki saansein normal hoti hai or uske chehre par ek relief wali smile aa jati hai....


Abhishek ke chehre par Apni Arti ke liye ek thanks or shocking surprise wali smile thi...
Arti bhi Abhishek ko ek aankh marti hai or wapas khade hokar apna pallu sahi karti hai or Abhishek ko ek aankh marti hai...
Abhishek Arti ko apni baahon me khinch leta hai or dono ek smooch karte hai...
Arti Abhishek ki baaho se chhot kar
mirror ke samne beth kar apna touch up pura karti hai, or Abhishek bhi apne kapde pehanne lagta hai


Scene: Late Night – Anisha’s Hostel

Clock dikhata hai — 11:47 PM.
Corridor ke fluorescent lights blink kar rahe hain, aur girls’ hostel me ek ajeeb sa hungama hai.
Kisi room se zor-zor hasne ki awaaz, kahin kisi ka “arre light off kar na yaar!”
Aur beech me — Anisha apne bed par bethi, apni textbook band karti hai.

Uske door ke bahar se kuchh ladkiyon ki awaaz aati hai —
“Oye Anisha, tu bahar aa na! Kabir ka naam leke poori wing pagal ho gayi hai!”

Anisha ek second ke liye freeze hoti hai.
Halki si awkward smile ke sath, khidki ke paas jaake dekhne lagti hai — neeche hostel ke lawn me kuch students ghoom rahe hain, kahin se guitar ki halki sound aa rahi hai.

Wo kuchh bolti nahi, bas uske chehre pe thoda interest, thoda embarrassment, aur thoda curiosity hai.
Camera uske face par zoom karta hai — uske lips par ek chhoti si muskaan aati hai,
aur background me uski roommate cheekh ke kehti hai —
“Oye love story shuru hone wali lagti hai!”

Lights dim ho jaati hain — scene cut to black.

Scene: Arti & Abhishek – Party Night


Camera mirror reflection me Arti ko dikhata hai — red saree, subtle perfume, lips pe light gloss aur aankhon me sharmaahat ka blend.
Abhishek black blazer me ready hota hai aur peechhe se aake Arti ke kandhe par hath rakhta hai.

Abhishek (hans kar) – “Madam, aaj to lagta hai log mujhe nahi, aapko dekhke jealous honge.”
Arti (mirror me dekhte hue) – “Bas, zyada taarif mat karo, mujhe already late ho raha hai.”

Abhishek uske kaan ke paas jhukta hai, halki si muskuraahat ke sath kehta hai,
“Late hone ka reason bhi tum ho, aur excuse bhi.”

Arti aankhon se usse “chup raho” wala signal deti hai, lekin dono ke chehre par ek playful spark hai.
Wo dono apni car me baithte hain — backseat me ek chhoti gift box rakhi hai, jise Arti ne host ke liye pack kiya tha.

Camera slow motion me Arti ke chehre par zoom karta hai — window se aati party lights uske face par blink kar rahi hain…
Aur background me soft instrumental track — “Ishq wala love” jaisa mellow mood.


Scene: Party Night – A City Club, Around 10:30 PM

Lights blink kar rahe hain, DJ booth se EDM beats nikal rahe hain, aur dance floor pe log groove kar rahe hain — poora vibe glamorous, energetic aur thoda tipsy hai.
Glass clinks, laughter, aur perfumes ke mixed fragrance ke beech — Arti aur Abhishek entry lete hain.

Arti ne deep wine-coloured saree pehni hai, soft curls me khuli zulfein, aur uske chehre pe ek natural glow.
Abhishek ne black blazer pehna hai — confident, charming, aur clearly proud of the woman beside him.

Host (Muskaan ke tone me):
“Arre Arti! Abhishek! Tum log aa gaye, party ab complete hui!”
(Thodi formal hug, thoda laughter)

Arti aur Abhishek hosts se milte hain, couple friends ke sath thoda chit-chat hoti hai, ek-do rounds of drink order hota hai.
Music slow shift hota hai — aur dono ek corner table pe baith jaate hain, light kam hai, ambience warm.

Abhishek apna glass uthata hai —
“Toh madam… aaj ka surprise kaisa tha?”
(Uske tone me naughty teasing)

Arti apne lips par ek halka sa smile rok nahi paati.
Wo aankhon se hi kehti hai — “Bas karo yaar, abhi yahan nahi.”

Abhishek leaned in, aur thoda close hokar kehta hai —
“Sach kahun to mujhe laga hi nahi tha meri biwi itni… creative ho sakti hai.”
(Uski aankhen thodi tipsy, thoda mischievous)

Arti use aankhon se hi samjhati hai — “Shhh, koi sun lega…”
Wo apna glass table pe rakhti hai aur ek deep breath leti hai, but uske chehre pe blush clearly visible hai.

Abhishek fir muskurata hai aur bolta hai —
“Aaj tumhe dekh kar lag raha hai main fir se tumse pyaar kar raha hoon, Arti. Tumhara ye look… ye elegance… aur wo smile — deadly combo.”

Arti kuch keh nahi paati, sirf usse dekhti rehti hai.
DJ ke bass ke beech unke beech ek chhoti si khamoshi — romantic aur warm.

Bas itna difference tha —
Aaj Abhishek ke words me pyar ke saath saath ek thodi si nasha bhi tha.
Wo clearly thoda zyada pee chuka tha.

Scene: Party Night – Ladies Washroom, Same Time


Party hall ke bass-heavy beats washroom tak halki si vibration bana rahe the. Arti ne mirror ke paas ja kar apne hair thik kiye, thoda lipstick touch-up, aur ek deep breath li. She was smiling — ek peaceful, content moment tha uske liye.

Lekin tabhi, uske kaan me ek ladki ki cheekh padi — patli si, darr se bhari hui.
Arti turant palti.

Washroom ke corner wale section me — ek ladka ek ladki ko zid se pakad raha tha, uske haath chhudaane ki koshish me ladki ro rahi thi.

Ladki (toot-te hue voice me): “Chhodo mujhe! I said no!”

Arti ke pair ek pal ke liye jam gaye, phir reflex se wo daudi us taraf.
“Hey! Kya kar rahe ho tum!” — uski awaaz gusse aur shock se bhari thi.

Lekin uske pahunchne se pehle hi, ek aur shadow kahin se aayi —
ek ladka, sharp jawline, light stubble, aur uski aankhon me seedha gussa.
Usne seedha us attacker ke chehre par punch maara.

Ek second ke liye sab freeze ho gaya —
phir shor, gaaliyan, aur push-and-pull ki awazein goonj gayi.

Attacker: “Tu kaun hota hai be beech me bolne wala!”
Ladka: “Jo tujhe roke… wohi kaafi hai!”

Ek aur dhakka, ek aur thappad — aur washroom ke floor pe ek glass gir kar toot gaya.
Arti ne turant us ladki ko pakad kar ek side khinch liya, “Bas, tu mere saath reh, dar mat.”

Ladki ro rahi thi, uska mascara beh chuka tha.
Arti ne uske shoulders pakad kar kaha, “Sab theek hai, main hoon yahan.”

Attacker ne ek aur gaali di, phir dar ke mare washroom ka door tod kar bhaag gaya.
Sirf Arti, wo ladki, aur wo ladka reh gaye the — ek shattered silence me.


Scene Continue — Party Night, Washroom ke Bahar

Ladki ab bhi thoda ro rahi thi, Arti ne use tissue diya aur water tap se uske haath dho diye.
Uske baad Arti apni nazar us ladke ki taraf le gayi — jo ab apni shirt ka collar sahi kar raha tha, haath me chhoti si chot thi.

Arti ek kadam aage badhti hai… phir ruk jaati hai.
Uska chehra ek pal ke liye shock me jam gaya.

Wo aankhen, wo confident posture, wo halki si muskaan…
Arti ne turant pehchaan liya.

“Tummm...” — Arti ke lips se bas itna hi nikal paya.
Wo wahi ladka tha jo roz library me aata tha, aur har baar books lene ke bahane uske chehre ko dekhta rehta tha.
Wo nazre… jo chhupkar bhi sab kuch keh jaati thi.

Ladka bhi usse dekh kar halka sa muskuraya — ek calm, knowing smile.
Lekin bolne se pehle hi, wo ladki — jo attack se bach gayi thi — bich me bol padi:
“Thanks bhaiya… aaj agar aap nahi hote to main to…”
Uski awaaz bhar aayi thi.

Ladke ne turant kaha, “Arey, sab theek hai. Tumhe kuch nahi hua na?”
Wo ladki sir hila kar haan karti hai, aur Arti use gently bahar le jaati hai.

Washroom ke door ke paas aate hue Arti ek baar fir murti hai…
Wo ladka ab bhi wahi khada tha, mirror ke paas, apne knuckles dekhte hue.
Uski aankhon me ab bhi wahi silence aur shiddat thi — jaise har baat aankhon se keh dene ki aadat ho usse.

Arti usse dekhti hai, uske hothon pe ek halki si muskaan aati hai,
lekin wo kuch kehti nahi — bas aankhon se thank you keh kar waha se nikal jaati hai.

Background me music fir se loud hota hai —
party ke colors ke beech Arti ke dil me ek anokha mix tha —
shock, gratitude… aur ek chhupi hui dhadkan.

Scene — Girls Hostel, Late Night Chaos


Hostel ke corridor me shor macha hua tha — laughter, sitiyaan, aur shoes ki tapping ke awaz har taraf goonj rahi thi.
Anisha ne apni book band ki, thoda irritate hokar bed se uthi, aur door ke paas jaakar dekha.

Jaise hi usne door khola, saamne ka nazara dekh kar wo freeze ho gayi.

Teen ladke, poori tarah ladkiyon ke kapdon me —
ek ne pink frock pehni thi, doosre ne night suit, aur teesre ne kurti ke upar dupatta —
corridor ke beech me bhaagne ki koshish kar rahe the.

Hostel ki senior girls ne unhe corner kar liya tha.
Koi unpe sitiyaan maar rahi thi, koi unke wig kheench rahi thi, koi unhe catwalk karne ko keh rahi thi.

“Arey madamji, yeh lipstick kaunse shade ki lagayi hai?” ek ladki cheekhi.
Dusri ne hans kar bola, “Aaj to boys hostel me notice lagega — ‘missing girls found here!’”

Sab hasne lage.

Anisha corridor ke ek kone me khadi thi —
uske chehre pe surprise aur halki si muskaan thi.
Wo kuch bolti nahi, bas dekhti rahi,
kaise wo teen ladke embarrassment me blush kar rahe the,
aur kaise unki “undercover mission” puri tarah fail ho gayi thi.

Ek ladka slip hokar gira, aur uska wig udh gaya.
Peeche se koi chillaya —
“Abey yeh to canteen wale Kabir ka dost lagta hai!”

Anisha ke hothon pe halki si hansi aayi…
uska mood pehli baar kuch halka laga,
chahe hostel me hungama kyu na ho.

Scene – Girls Hostel, Same Night (Continuation)

“Abey yeh to canteen wale Kabir ka dost lagta hai!”
Jaise hi yeh awaaz Anisha ke kaan tak pahunchi,
wo turant alert ho gayi.

Usne ek pal ke liye apne baal ka clut loose kiya,
aur aankhein tez kar ke un teenon ladko ko dhyaan se dekhne lagi.
Bechare ab bhi dupatta sambhalte hue,
hostel ke exit ki taraf bhaagne ki koshish kar rahe the.

Aur tab… uska nazar uss doosre ladke par tik gayi —
jo dupatta sirf ek kandhe par daale hue,
panic me idhar-udhar dekh raha tha.

Anisha ke dil ne halki si jhatka khaya.
“Ye… Kabir?”
Uske dimaag ne confirm kiya — haan, ye wahi tha.

Kabir ne bhi bhaagte hue ek pal ke liye peeche mud kar dekha —
aur uski nazar seedha Anisha se takra gayi.
Dono ke beech ek chhoti si eye contact spark hui —
ek taraf embarrassment, doosri taraf disbelief.

Agle hi second, hostel ki ladkiyaan “Pakdo! Pakdo!” chillane lagi.
Kabir ne turant apna wig utara,
aur bina kuch soche, hostel ke corner balcony ki taraf bhaag gaya.

“Arre pagal hai kya?!” kisi ne chillaya.
Lekin Kabir balcony ke railing par chadha,
Anisha ki taraf ek mischievous smile feki…
aur jump kar gaya!

Neeche se “thud!” ki awaaz aayi —
aur sab ladkiyaan daud kar balcony ke paas pahunch gayi.

Anisha waha khadi thi,
thoda shock me, thoda amused.
Uske hothon par ek halki si smirk aayi.

wo dheere se bolti hai,
aur apna dupatta theek kar ke wapas apne room ki taraf chali gayi —
lekin uske chehre par wo chhoti si muskaan…
ab bhi bani hui thi.

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Update 22




Scene – Next Morning, Anushka’s Apartment

Subah ke 7:15 baj rahe the.
Kitchen se chai ki halki khushboo aa rahi thi — uski maa Rukmini breakfast bana rahi thi,
aur Anushka abhi bhi apne laptop ke saamne baithi thi, aankhon ke neeche halka sa thakaan ka saaya.

Kal raat se ek hi mail baar-baar uske dimaag me ghoom raha tha —
wo anonymous message jisme likha tha:

> “Truth lies in the system you trust.”



Usne screen par zoom karke dekha, sender ke naam me sirf “Unknown Source” likha tha.
Aur niche ek attachment icon — but no file attached.

Anushka ne thoda frustration me laptop band kar diya.
Usne socha — “Shayad koi office prank ho… ya phishing mail.”
Lekin fir bhi, dil ke ek kone me kuchh ajeeb sa darr tha —
ek feel jaise koi uske har step ko dekh raha ho.

Tabhi uski maa ki awaaz aayi —
“Anu! Breakfast thanda ho jayega beta!”
Anushka jhat se normal hone ki koshish karti hai,
apne specs utar kar table par rakhti hai, aur kitchen ki taraf chal padti hai.

Dining table par maa ne uske saamne poha aur chai rakhi.
Rukmini: “Kya baat hai, itni subah se laptop? Office ka kaam?”
Anushka (smile fake karte hue): “Haan maa, bas ek file update check kar rahi thi.”

Rukmini: “Zyada kaam mat kar beta. Tere papa bhi isi stress me the…”
Ek chhota sa silence aa gaya.
Anushka ne maa ki taraf dekha, kuch kehna chaha, par chup rahi.

Wo chai ka ek sip leti hai,
aur khidki se bahar dekhte hue sochti hai —
“System pe trust… matlab kya tha uska?”

Phir apna bag uthati hai, car ke keys leti hai,
aur maa ko bye bol kar nikal padti hai —
par is baar uske chehre par wo usual confidence nahi tha.

Camera uske peeche-peeche jata hai —
car start hoti hai, aur windshield me uska reflection —
thoda pareshan, thoda curious.

? Cut to – Bank building ke gate par,
Anushka entry

Scene – Same Day, Late Morning — Rahat’s Radio Station

Mic ke saamne baithi Rahat ne apne baal ek jhurke se peeche kiye.
Aaj ka show “Morning Masti” ka last segment chal raha tha —
lekin uske tone me usual spark nahi thi.
Dil me kahin kuchh heavy sa tha…
shayd kal raat ka Sameer ka flashback abhi bhi uske saath tha.

Wo smile karte hue bolti hai,
?️ “Aur doston, yaad rakhiye — life ka volume kabhi kam mat hone dijiye!
Chaahe duniya kitni hi static ho, aapko apna frequency tune karna aata hona chahiye.”

Background music fade hoti hai,
aur uske co-RJ Rohit bol padta hai —
“Madam Rahat, kya baat hai! Aaj to aap full filmy ho gayi ho.
Lagta hai kal kisi ne special coffee pila di?”

Rahat uski taraf dekhti hai, thoda muskurati hai:
“Bas zyada coffee nahi, zyada soch li thi shayad.”

Rohit (mischievously): “Ya zyada kisi ko yaad kar liya tha?”
Poora control room hansa padta hai,
aur Rahat bas aankhon se ek “Bas kar yaar” wala signal deti hai.

Wo apni headphone utarti hai aur glass ke us paar dekhti hai —
edit section me staff members chattering kar rahe hote hain,
aur tabhi ek naye intern aakar uske paas ek file rakhta hai.

“Ma’am, ye new RJ competition ke forms hain, aapko shortlist approve karne hain.”

Rahat file kholti hai…
aur uski aankhon me ek naam pad kar halki si chamak dikhayi deti hai —
Sameer Khan.

Wo thoda freeze si ho jaati hai.
Dono aankhon me ek second ke liye wo purani yaad flash karti hai —
Sameer ke saath wo studio, wo laughter, wo late night song selection.
Phir turant file band kar deti hai, ek forced smile ke saath.

“Ye name hata do. Conflict of interest lag sakta hai,”
wo calmly bolti hai.

Intern surprise hota hai, “Oh okay ma’am.”
Aur file le kar chala jaata hai.

Rohit door se chillata hai,
“Rahat ji! Coffee break?”
Rahat kehti hai,
“Bina sugar wali — kyunki zindagi me already bahut sweetness hai.”

Sab log hans padte hain…
Lekin uske chehre ke peeche ek thoda sa silence rehta hai —
ek unspoken dard jise sirf wo jaanti hai.

? Camera zoom out — RJ booth ke bahar ki rush,
aur Rahat apne coffee cup ko dekhti hui,
andar hi andar ek dialogue sochti hai —

> “Kuch log chale jaate hain… lekin unki awaaz kahin fade nahi hoti.”

Scene – Next Morning, College Campus (Anisha’s Subplot)


College ke lush green lawn me halki dhoop padi thi.
Students groups me baatein kar rahe the, koi coffee le raha tha, koi notes discuss kar raha tha.
Lekin Anisha ek corner bench par akeli baithi thi —
apne phone ke screen ko baar-baar dekhte hue.

Uske aankhon me ek alag sa excitement tha,
jo shayad wo khud bhi samajh nahi pa rahi thi.
Pichli raat girls hostel me jo hungama hua tha —
wo moment jab Kabir ne ek comic tarike se balcony se jump lagayi thi —
wo baar-baar uske dimaag me flash ho raha tha.
Uske chehre par ek halki si muskaan thi,
ek soft smirk jo wo chhupane ki koshish kar rahi thi.

Anisha (dheere se apne aap se):
“Pagal ladka… itni bachkani harkatein karta hai.”
Phir apne dil me:
“Lekin… cute bhi to hai.”

Bell bajti hai, students class ke liye rush karte hain.
Anisha apni books utha kar uthne hi wali hoti hai
ki ek awaz uske peeche se aati hai —

“Excuse me, Miss Night Watcher!”

Anisha palat kar dekhti hai — Kabir.
Same cheeky smile, same messy hair, aur haath me ek coffee cup.
Wo thoda sa act karte hue kehta hai:
“Kal raat tumhara expression priceless tha. Mujhe laga tum hostel warden ko bula logi.”

Anisha (thoda sarcastic tone me):
“Main warden nahi, nurse bula leti. Itni height se jump maaroge to kuch na kuch to tootega hi.”

Kabir (hans kar):
“Heart to already toot gaya hai.”
Anisha ek second ke liye uski aankhon me dekhti hai,
phir aankh ghumate hue bolti hai:
“Tumhe har baat me flirt karna zaruri lagta hai kya?”

Kabir coffee cup extend karta hai:
“Peace offering. Friendship ke liye.”

Anisha hesitate karti hai,
phir coffee cup le leti hai — halki si smile ke saath.
Kabir bench ke corner me baith jaata hai,
aur dono ke beech ek comfort wali chup chha jaati hai.
Sirf hawa chalti hai,
aur background me students ki awaaz fade hoti jaati hai.

Ek baar phir Anisha uske taraf dekhti hai,
aur ek thought uske dimaag me gujarta hai —

> “Kya pata, ye ladka mere zindagi ke dull page par ek rang bhar de…”

Scene – College Lawn, Same Morning (Anisha & Kabir)

Hawa me ab dhoop thodi tez ho gayi thi.
Students apni classes me ja chuke the, lawn me bas kuch log bache the —
aur unme se ek bench par Anisha aur Kabir.

Anisha coffee ka cup ghumate hue deliberately poochhti hai:
“Ye to batao, kal raat hostel me kar kya rahe the itni raat?
Agar security officer aa jati to? Kya karte tum?”

Kabir halki si hansi ke saath sir jhuka kar kehta hai:
“Bas ek dost ki madad karne gaya tha.”

Anisha uske chehre ko dekhne lagti hai —
ek sawaliya, thodi tikhhi nazar se.
“Kaisi madad?”

Kabir ek sip leta hai,
aur aankhon me wo cheeky sparkle wapas aa jaati hai.
“Wo hai na… tumhare room se do room chhod kar — Taniya?”
“Usi ki friend hai meri dost ki girlfriend.”

Anisha ke chehre ka expression thoda relax hota hai.
“Achha… to ye scene tha.”
Lekin uske mathe par fir ek sawal ubhar aata hai.
Ek suspicious tone me bolti hai —
“Ek minute… tumhe mera room number kaise pata?”
“Jasoosi kar rahe ho meri?”

Kabir halki si smirk deta hai, aankhon me ek confident sparkle ke saath kehta hai:
“Pata laga liya.”
Phir cup ka sip lete hue add karta hai —
“Apna network bahut strong hai is sheher me.”

Anisha uski baat sun kar chup rehti hai,
lekin uske dimaag me kuch click karta hai —
ek idea, ek connection.
Uske chehre par ek confident glow aa jaata hai,
jaise kisi naye puzzle ka piece mil gaya ho.

Uske aankhon me ek plan sa ubharne lagta hai.
Kabir kuch aur kehne lagta hai,
par Anisha usse pehle hi khadi ho jaati hai,
aur halki muskaan ke saath kehti hai:
“Nice network, Mr. Spy… shayad kabhi kaam aa sakta hai.”

Kabir: “Kaam? Kiska?”


Camera zoom in on her face —
wo confident, mysterious look jo kehta hai:

? Background cue – light thriller music builds softly in the distance

(End of scene – fade out on Anisha walking away with her cup, Kabir looking amused.)

Scene – Next Morning, Arti’s Home → Library Room


Raat bhar Arti ko neend hi nahi aayi thi.
Party me hua wo incident baar-baar uske dimaag me ghoom raha tha —
washroom me jabardasti, wo ladki ki cheekh, aur phir…
wo ladka — jo hamesha library me use tadta rehta tha —
aaj ekdum alag roop me saamne aaya tha.

Subah ka pehla ujala jese hi khidki se andar gira,
Arti ne bas ek lamha bhi nahi gawaya.
Wo turant uth gayi, dupatta sir pe daala,
aur kitchen me apna routine ka kaam shuru kar diya —
chai banayi, nashta ready kiya, Abhishek ke kapde nikaale.

Abhishek ne haste hue bye kaha,
“Arti, thoda rest kar lena aaj. Tumhe kal raat ke baad aaram chahiye.”

Arti ne sirf muskurakar kaha,
“Hmm, main theek hoon. Tum jao, late mat hona.”

Jaise hi Abhishek car le kar nikla,
Arti ne ek gehri saans li.
Ek ajeeb sa sukoon aur bechaini dono thi andar.

Wo ready hone lagi —
light blue cotton kurti, hair loosely tied, halka kajal.
Bas itna ki uska chehra composed lage,
par aankhon me fir bhi wo kal raat wala flashback baar-baar ubhar raha tha.

Phir wo apni library me aa gayi —
wo chhoti si room jisme dher saari books thi,
ek bada table, aur khidki ke paas ek wooden chair jaha wo roz baithti thi.

Arti ne apna diary khola, par likh nahi paayi.
Bas khidki ki taraf dekhte hue sochne lagi —
“Shayad aaj bhi wo aayega… wo ladka.”

Kuch der tak wo bas clock ki tick-tick sunti rahi,
coffee ka ek sip liya, aur aankhon me thoda sa expectation.

Door ke bahar se halki si bell ki awaaz aayi.
Arti ka dil ek dum se tez dhadakne laga.
Usne diary band ki,
aur dheere se uthi —
aankhon me halka sa smile,
jaise wo jaanti ho…
“Woh aagaya hai.”



Scene – Ishani & Humera’s Meeting with Nandita (Evening, Café Corner Table)

Café ka ek quiet corner —
glass ke uss par se shaam ki halki roshni andar aa rahi thi.
Coffee cups ke steam ke saath table par ek thick file khuli hui thi —
uske cover par likha tha “VICKY CASE FILES.”

Ishani thodi restless thi,
apni nails se cup ke rim ko tap kar rahi thi.
Humera ke haath me pen tha — wo notes likh rahi thi,
aur saamne baithi thi Nandita, unki lawyer —
, sharp eyes, calm tone, aur ek confident personality.

Nandita ne file band ki aur Ishani ki taraf dekha,
“Dekho girls, ab hearing me sirf kuchh din bache hain.
Jo evidence humare paas hai, wo abhi tak circumstantial hi hai.
Agar hum kuch concrete nahi laaye, to case weak pad sakta hai.”

Humera ne pen table pe rakha, “Matlab koi solid proof chahiye... aur jaldi.”

Nandita ne thoda forward hote hue kaha,
“Tumhe koi aisa contact chahiye jo technically strong ho.
Tumhare group me koi aisa hai?”

Humera ne Ishani ki taraf dekha — dono ke beech ek silent understanding.

Aur haan Ishani — press ya social media se koi contact nahi karna.
Agar leak hua to case compromise ho jayega.”

Ishani ne sir hilaya,
lekin uske dimaag me kuch aur chal raha tha —
wo curly hair wala ladka
(ek pal ke liye uska focus wapas udhar chala gaya).

Humera ne uski taraf dekha aur thoda irritate hokar boli,
“Ishani… tu sun bhi rahi hai kya?”

Ishani jhijhakti hai, “Haan… haan, main sun rahi hoon.”
Humera ne aankhein ghumayi,
“Lagta hai madam ka dil aur dimaag dono kisi aur meeting me busy hain.”

Nandita thoda muskura di, “Main chali, tum dono apni plan finalize karo.
Agle step pe mujhe update chahiye.”

Wo file close kar ke uthti hai.
Jab wo chali jaati hai, tab Humera coffee ka sip le kar Ishani se kehti hai,
“Tu us ladke ke baare me soch rahi thi na?”

Ishani ek pal chup rehti hai, phir smirk karti hai —
“Bas thoda sa.”

Scene fade hota hai —
table par coffee ke cup ke paas file padhi hai,
aur us file ke cover par likha VICKY CASE FILES ke neeche ek line:
“TRUTH HAS MANY FACES.”

Scene – Arti’s Kitchen, Evening


Gas stove par tadke ki chhunn-chhunn awaaz goonj rahi thi,
aur Arti haath me spatula pakde sabzi hilate hue
soch me doobi hui thi.

Khidki ke bahar shaam dhal chuki thi —
hawa me thoda thandak ka ehsaas,
lekin Arti ke dil me bas ek hi sawaal ghoom raha tha —
“Wo ladka aaj kyu nahi aaya…?”

Uske dimaag me baar-baar library ka woh moment flash ho raha tha —
jab usne usse pehli baar dekha tha,
aur phir kal raat party me — jab usne us ladki ko bachaya tha.

Arti ne gas band ki, aur halki saans li.
“Bas ek baar… bas ek baar mil lun usse,”
wo khud se hi bolti hai.

Uske chehre par ek alag sa determination tha —
wo sirf curiosity nahi thi,
balki ek protector wali feeling,
jo har us ladki ke liye jagti thi
jise koi galat haath lagane ki koshish kare.

Camera dheere se Arti ke chehre par zoom karta hai,
uski aankhon me ek decision sa ubhar raha tha —
Kal library me wo us ladke ka wait karegi… ek baar aur.

Scene – Arti’s House, Evening Time

Living room me shaam ki halke suraj ki roshni padi thi.
Arti ki saasu maa sofa par baithi jap mala ghuma rahi thi —
unke chehre par wahi purani “discipline wali” shanti thi.

Tabhi doorbell bajti hai.
Arti kitchen se hi chillati hai, “Rahat hogi, jaa khol de Anurag!”
Darwaza khulta hai — Rahat usual apni denim jacket aur bag ke sath ghar me enter karti hai.

Uske aane se ek halki si energy poore ghar me bhar jaati hai.
Lekin jaise hi Arti ki saasu maa us par nazar daalti hain,
wo bas ek second ke liye dekh kar apni aankhon ko jap me wapas le jaati hain —
bilkul jaise Rahat koi background noise ho.

Rahat muskurati hai, sofe ke kinare par baith kar casually bolti hai,
“Namaste aunty ji…”
Par jawab me sirf mala ke motiyon ki chhan-chhan sunai deti hai.

Arti tab tak aa jaati hai, ek nazar apni saas par daalti hai
aur fir Rahat ko aankhon se ishara karke kitchen ki taraf le jaati hai.
Dono andar aate hi thoda sa tension dissolve hota hai.

Rahat – “Tu milti hi nahi yaar, lagta hai library me hi shift ho gayi hai tu.”
Arti – “Arey bas, thoda busy thi. Tu bata, radio me sab theek?”
Rahat – “Haan haan, sab theek. Vicky aur Humera ka case kaafi stretch ho gaya hai. Humera tension me lag rahi thi kal. Par ab lagta hai kuch pak raha hai…”
Arti – “Hmm… Anushka kuch kar rahi hai uss angle pe, hopefully kuch mile.”

Dono ek pal ke liye chup hoti hain,
fir Rahat casual tone me bolti hai —
“Waise kal market chalti hai kya mere sath?”

Arti turant haath utha kar —
“Bilkul nahi! Mujhe meri library sambhalni hai, tu akeli hi jaa.”
Rahat drama mode me – “Aise kaise, kaptaan sahab! Tere bina toh mission adhoora lagta hai.”
Aur fir haste haste Arti ko gale laga leti hai.

Arti bhi hans padti hai, “Pagal ladki!”
Rahat pyaar se bolti hai –
“Thank you so much kaptaan sahab… main wait karungi tera.”

Jaate jaate Rahat kitchen ke counter se ek apple uthati hai.
Living me laut kar Arti ki saasu maa ke samne khadi hoti hai,
apple ka ek zor ka bite leti hai aur mischievous tone me bolti hai —
“Is ghar ki har cheez tasty hai…”

Arti ki saas ka chehra turant kadwa ho jaata hai,
aur Rahat cheekh kar has padti hai.
“Good night aunty ji!”
kehti hui wo door se nikal jaati hai.

Camera Rahat ke chehre par rukta hai —
wo smile dabaane ki koshish karti hai,
par muskaan fir bhi chhup nahi paati.

Scene – Late Night, Anisha’s Hostel Room


Hostel me lights off ho chuki thi, bas corridor ke yellow bulbs ka halka glow kamre me aa raha tha.
Anisha apne bed par baithi thi, laptop band, phone haath me.
Uske chehre par ek ajeeb sa confidence aur thoda sa suspense tha.

Wo BEHEN_CODE group open karti hai —
Aur type karti hai:

> Anisha: “Meet me tomorrow afternoon 4 PM at Ishani’s restaurant.”



Message bhejne ke baad wo phone side me rakhti hai.
Turant notifications aati hain —

> Rahat: “Kya hua, sab theek hai?”
Arti: “Itna urgent kya hai?”
Ishani: “Are you okay Anisha?”
Anushka: “Bata na kuch…”



Lekin Anisha un sab ke message dekhti hai,
thoda muskurati hai,
aur bina reply diye phone ko face down kar deti hai.

Camera zoom karta hai uske chehre par —
wo chhat ki taraf dekh kar halki si smirk karti hai,
jaise kuch plan already set ho.

Screen fade out hoti hai —
“Tomorrow, 4 PM.”
text ke sath.