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