Thriller BEHEN_CODE

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Update 23




Scene – Next Morning, Local Street Market

Subah ki dhoop abhi halki si thi, aur hawa me chai aur pakode ki khushboo thi.
Market puri tarah se alive tha — hawkers ki awaaz, cycle wale ka bell, aur logon ki bheed.

Rahat aur Arti dono ek narrow lane me chal rahi thi, jahan dono taraf rang-birange stalls lage hue the —
kahin jhumke, kahin dupatte, kahin glass bangles.

Rahat apni usual jeans aur loose kurti me thi, ek haath me tote bag le kar,
aur Arti apni light cotton saree me, jise wo baar-baar apni kamar ke paas sambhal rahi thi.

Rahat (masti bhare tone me):
“Kaptaan sahab, aaj to aap bade mood me lag rahi ho… kal raat ka party effect hai kya?”

Arti (smile chupate hue):
“Bas rehne de, tu bhi na… chhod in baato ko. Bata, kya lena hai tujhe?”

Rahat:
“Bas ye stall dikha na mujhe… yahan ke oxidized jhumke pure royal lagte hain.”

Wo dono ek chhoti si jhumke wali stall par rukti hain.
Rahat ek pair jhumke pehenti hai, aur Arti ke samne thoda pose karti hai.

Arti (tease karte hue):
“Wah wah, RJ madam to lag rahi hai kisi heroine se kam nahi.”

Rahat (hans kar):
“Tu library wali heroine hai, aur main mike wali. Perfect combo hai hum dono ka.”

Dono ke beech ek light laughter hoti hai —
market ki bheed ke beech wo dono apne world me kho jati hain.

Tabhi ek stall se ek chhoti ladki bhaag kar gir padti hai,
Rahat turant daud kar use uthati hai aur pyaar se kehti hai —
“Arey dhyaan se chalo, champ.”
Ladki ke maa aati hai aur shukriya kehkar use le jaati hai.

Arti use dekh kar softly bolti hai,
“Tu to har jagah hero ban jaati hai.”

Rahat (wink karte hue):
“Bas practice kar rahi hoon… kahin na kahin kisi kaam aa hi jaungi.”

Dono ek dusre ko dekh kar muskurati hain,
aur camera unke haath me liye shopping bags par zoom karta hai —
ek friendship aur unspoken bond ka perfect morning moment.

Bharpur bheed ke beech ek purani gali ke kone me, ek budhi aurat apni chhoti si stall par phool malaayein bech rahi thi.
Uske haath purane aur kapkape the, lekin har mala me ek nazakat thi — jaise wo apne dukh ko phoolon ke beech piro rahi ho.

Tabhi wahan kuchh badtameez ladke aate hain — local roadies type, ek ke haath me cigarette aur doosre ke muh me gutkha.

Ladka 1 (hans kar):
“Aree aunty, itni umar me bhi business kar rahi ho… kahin modelling karne ka plan to nahi?”

Unke aas paas khade kuch aur ladke bhi hans padte hain.
Budhi aurat kuch nahi kehti, sirf chup chaap mala pakad kar baith jaati hai.

Tabhi uski beti, ek 20–22 saal ki simple si ladki, aati hai — uske kapde me phool ki khushboo aur aankhon me ghussa.

Ladki (tez tone me):
“Apni zubaan sambhal kar baat kijiye. Maa ke sath aise baat karte hain aap log?”

Ladka 2 (smirking):
“Acha, ye to heroine nikli… chal na, hume bhi ek mala pehna de pyaar se.”

Uski baat par sab gandi hansi chhodd dete hain.
Ek aur ne to us ladki ke paas jaake phool ka haar utha liya, jaise mazaak bana raha ho.

Dur se, Arti aur Rahat dono ye sab notice kar rahi hoti hain.
Arti ke chehre par turant gussa aur tension aa jata hai.

Arti (serious tone me):
“Rahat… dekh na, wo log us ladki ke sath badtameezi kar rahe hain.”

Rahat (anger control karte hue):
“Haan… main dekhti hoon.”

Dono apne bag rakh kar tez kadam se us jagah ki taraf badhti hain.
Camera unke chehre par focus karta hai — Arti ke aankhon me protective spark, Rahat ke andar ek rebellion ki aag.

Dono ke chalne ke sath background me slow instrumental build hota hai —
“Yahan koi chhup kar zulm nahi karega…”

Scene yahin freeze hota hai —
Arti aur Rahat dono us badtameez group ke saamne pahuchne wale hote hain.

Rahat aur Arti tez kadam se us bheed ke beech pahuchti hain.

Wahan ab bhi wo gandi hansi, cheap comments aur hawas bhari nazar ka mahaul tha.
Budhi aurat apni beti ke peeche chhup gayi thi, aur wo ladki — aankhon me aansu lekar bhi, apni maa ke samne khadi thi, dar ke bawajood.

Rahat (tez awaaz me):
“Bas karo! Tum logon ko sharam nahi aati? Maa-beti par aise bol rahe ho jaise bazaar ke tamashe ho!”

Wo ladke palat kar Rahat aur Arti ko dekhte hain.
Unke chehre par ab aur bhi gandi smile aa jaati hai.

Ladka 1 (hans kar):
“Aree… aur aagayi heroines! Madam log moral science padhaane?”
(wo Arti ko upar se neeche tak dekh kar zuban ferhta hai or apne dono hatho se apne sine ko dabane lagta hai)
“Tu to bade sanskari type lagti hai, thoda close aake samjha de…”

Ladka 2 (Rahat ke paas aakar):
“Tum dono mil kar market aur bhi khoobsurat kar diya… chalo, ek photo ho jaye, raat ko yahi photo kaam aayegi tum logo par muthi marne ke liye...
(wo mobile nikalta hai, ganda pose banata hai)

Arti ke haath ka bag zor se band hota hai — uske andar ka calm aur shanti bhara look ab steel jaisi sakhti me badal gaya tha.
Rahat ek kadam aage badhti hai, aankhon me bijli si chamak ke sath.

Rahat (gharje hue):
“Zara haath uthana bhi mat sochna… warna tumhare phone ke camera nahi, tumhare daant nikal dungi!”

Bheed dheere-dheere rukti hai — kuch log tamasha dekh rahe hain, kuch quietly support me khade ho jaate hain.
Arti us ladki ke paas jaake use peeche karti hai, phir budhi maa ke haath se mala uthati hai.

Arti (thandi lekin kadak awaaz me):
“Ye mala izzat ki hai. Tum jaise log bas dekhne layak ho, pehnne layak nahi.”

Ek ladka sarcastic tone me bolta hai —
“Bohot dialogue maar leti ho… abhi choot maar ke dikhau kya ???

Bas yahi sunkar Rahat ek light but sharp punch us ladke ke face par padta or haath se mobile gira deti hai —
mobile zameen par toot jaata hai, sab log shock me chup.

Rahat:
“Ab bata, aur selfie chahiye?”

Arti uske turant baad dusre ladke ke haath se mala kheench kar uske gale me daal deti hai. Or use ghuma kar us ladke ko chok kar deti hai...

Arti (sarcastic smile ke sath):
“Lo, hero banne aaye the na? Ab devi maa ka bhakt ban jao.”

Bheed me kuchh auratein taaliyan bajati hain.
Wo ladke peeche hat jaate hain, kuchh security officer waale paas aa kar situation sambhalte hain.

Budhi aurat ke aankhon me aansu aa jaate hain.
Wo dono ke pair chhoone lagti hai, par Arti turant rok leti hai.

Arti (narmi se):
“Nahi maa ji… pair nahi, dua dijiye. Aaj humne sirf wahi kiya jo har aurat ko karna chahiye.”

Rahat (muskurate hue):
“Har beizzati ka jawab awaaz se dena padta hai… chup rehne se sirf zalim badhta hai.”

Bheed chhant jaati hai, hawaa me ek sukoon aur sakoon bhari khamoshi chhaj jaati hai.
Wo budhi aurat Arti ke haath me ek mala rakh deti hai.

Budhi aurat (rokti hui awaaz me):
“Betiyan bhi uparwale ka roop hoti hain… aaj samajh aaya.”

Camera zoom-out karta hai —
Rahat aur Arti dono side by side chalti hain, peeche market ka mahaul normal hone lagta hai.

Slow background music — “Behen_code — mission complete (instrumental theme)”

Scene – Auto Ride Back (Same Evening)


Market ka wo hungama ab shant ho chuka tha.
Rahat aur Arti ek chhoti si yellow auto me baithi thi — dono ke haath me thoda sa samaan, aur chehre par thoda sa thakaan lekin satisfaction bhi.
Auto dhool bhari sadak par hichkoli kha raha tha, hawaa me masale aur thande golgappe ka khushbu tha.

Rahat window se bahar dekhti hui muskurayi —
Rahat: “Aaj to maza aa gaya yaar, full action scene tha! Agar hum nahi hote na, to wo log us maa-beti ka kya haal kar dete…”

Arti dheere se muskuraati hai, par aankhen kuch aur soch rahi hoti hain.
Wo thodi khoyi si, apne dupatte ke kona se khelte hue bolti hai —

Arti: “Kabhi kabhi lagta hai, har ladki ke life me koi na koi ladka aisa zaroor milta hai… jo pehli nazar me hi samajh nahi aata, par ...”

Rahat palat kar dekhti hai, thoda tease karne wale tone me —
Rahat: “Oho… yeh dialogue to filmon me bhi nahi suna. Kya baat hai Arti madam, library me koi naya reader mil gaya kya?”

Arti thoda jhijhak kar nazar chura leti hai, aur khidki ke bahar dekhne lagti hai.
Arti (halke tone me): “Reader… haan, kuch aisa hi samajh lo. Bas ek ajeeb sa ladka hai. Har din aata tha, kal se nahi aaya…”

Rahat hans kar bolti hai —
Rahat: “Arey yaar, to call kar le! Membership form me number likha hoga na uska?”

Arti ek chhoti si hansi deti hai, magar aankhon me halka sa soch aur fikr ka saaya hai.
Arti (sochte huye):  “Bas itna keh lo… kuch log number se nahi, nazar se yaad rehte hain.”

Auto ek sharp turn leta hai, hawa me dupatta jhoolta hai.
Arti ke chehre par ek soft aur mysterious muskaan aa jaati hai, jaise wo khud bhi nahi jaanti — uske dil me kya chal raha hai.

Rahat kuch respond karne hi wali hoti hai, par auto ruk jaata hai.
Driver: “Madam, aapka stop aa gaya.”

Dono utarti hain. Rahat ab bhi mazaak me bolti hai —
Rahat: “Agli baar market nahi, gol gappe ke update ke liye milti hoon.”

Arti bas ek halka sa smile karti hai, aankhon me kuch unsaid baatein le kar.
Camera uske chehre par zoom karta hai —
uske nazar me kahin door wo ladka dikhai deta hai, par sirf imagination me.

Background me soft tune bajta hai —
? “Kuch log milte nahi, bas yaadon me rehte hain…”


Scene – 4 PM Afternoon | Ishaani’s Restaurant, “Food Adda”

Dopahar ke chaar baj rahe the. Restaurant ke corner table par Anisha pehle se baithi thi — uske saamne coffee ka ek mug, aur uske opposite Kabir, casual T-shirt me, relaxed pose me baitha tha.

Dono ke beech me ek halke mazak bhara conversation chal raha tha. Kabir kuch keh kar hans padta hai, aur Anisha bhi muskurane lagti hai — tabhi restaurant ka glass door khulta hai.

Ek ek karke BEHEN_CODE ke members andar aati hain —
Rahat apni usual denim jacket me, Ishaani work apron utaarte hue, Arti ek pastel kurti me aur Anushka formal outfit me — jaise bank se seedha yahi aa gayi ho.

Sabhi ke chehre par ek hi expression:

> “Ooo… toh yeh hai scene?”



Ishaani sabse pehle aankhon se smile karte hue Arti ko dekhti hai, fir thoda head tilt karke “dekha na, maamla pakka romantic hai” jaisa look deti hai.
Rahat apni aankhon se “mission cancel, case close” jaisa signal deti hai.
Anushka bas ek eyebrow raise karti hai — “Hmm… interesting.”

Anisha un sabki aankhen feel kar leti hai. Uska chehra ek second ke liye serious ho jaata hai, jaise wo unke dimaag ka poora thought process padh chuki ho.
Phir wo coffee ka sip leke, kabir ke toward thoda jhukti hai, aur deliberately loud tone me bolti hai

Scene — “BEHEN_CODE Headquarters” (Ishaani’s Restaurant, Food Adda | Late Afternoon)


Corner table par ab sab paanch behene ek sath baithi hain — atmosphere serious bhi hai, hopeful bhi. Coffee ke mugs, open notepads aur ek silent anticipation hawa me hai.

Anisha thoda confident tone me bolti hai —
Anisha: “Guys, meet Kabir.”
(wo Kabir ki taraf ishara karti hai jo table ke side khada hai)
“Ye hi hai wo ladka jiske bare me maine tumhe text kiya tha. Kabir humari help karega — Vicky aur Humera ke case me.”

Ek second ke liye sab ladkiya ek dusre ki taraf dekhti hain —
ek mix expression: surprise + hope + disbelief.

Rahat: “Wait… kya? Ye humari help karega?”
Ishaani: “Ye kaun hai waise?”

Anisha ek chhoti si smile ke sath kehti hai,
Anisha: “Ye hai Kabir Malhotra, yaha ke MLA sahab ka door ka bhatija.”

Sab ladkiyon ke eyebrows ek sath upar uth jaate hain.
Anushka turant react karti hai,
Anushka: “Matlab political connection? That’s… useful.”

Arti softly bolti hai,
Arti: “Par kya ye sach me humari madad karega?”

Anisha turant bol padti hai,
Anisha: “Karega. Mujhe pata hai karega. Kabir ke paas access hai — college aur administration dono taraf. Vicky ki history, geography, economics sab detail hume mil sakti hai iske through.”

Kabir thoda awkwardly hansa jaata hai,
Kabir: “History, geography, economics? Interesting way to put it.”
(wo thoda serious tone me badalta hai)
“Anisha ne mujhe bataya kya hua tha Humera ke sath… wo hit-and-run case. I’m sorry for what you guys went through. Mujhe kuchh waqt do — main jitni information laa sakta hoon, laaunga.”

Ek pal ke liye table par silence chha jaata hai —
sirf ek emotion: hope.

Arti, Ishaani, Rahat, Anushka — sab ek dusre ko dekhti hain,
unki aankhon me ek saath ek spark — “shaayad is baar kuchh ho sake.”

Phir Anisha calmly kehti hai,
Anisha: “Okay Kabir, ab tumhe jana chahiye… see you in college.”

Kabir politely smile karta hai, sabko “Bye” bolta hai aur door se nikal jaata hai.

Jaise hi wo door band hota hai —
table ke upar curiosity ka bomb phat jaata hai.

Rahat: “Yeh ladka tujhe mila kaha?”
Ishaani: “Aur kya tune use humare secret group ke bare me bata diya?”
Anushka: “Kabse chal raha tum dono ka?”

Anisha apna sir pakad leti hai —
Anisha: “Areee bas bas! Chuppppppp! Ek ek karke poochho yaar!”

Sab ladkiya ek second ke liye chup ho jaati hain…
phir ek sath repeat karti hain —
“Kaha mila?” “Kya bataya?” “Kabse chal raha?”

Anisha exhale karti hai, phir haath uthakar bolti hai —
Anisha: “Meri hi college me padhta hai… kuch din pehle mila tha. Aur maine use BEHEN_CODE ke bare me kuch bhi nahi bataya. Sirf Humera ke case ka mention kiya tha, bas.”

Sab ek saath “Ooooh…” bolte hue relax ho jaati hain.
Arti: “Accha kaam kiya tune. Waise bhi kabhi kabhi help bahar se leni padti hai.”
Rahat: “Haan, lekin dekhti hoon kaafi smart hai wo… careful rehna.”

Ishaani kehti hai —
Ishaani: “Mujhe laga tu kabir ke sath ‘personal mission’ pe hai.”

Sab ladkiya ek sath hansa padti hain.
Hansi, mazak, teasing chalu — ek asli sisterhood wala moment.

Camera dheere-dheere unke table se zoom out hota hai —
unke laughter ke echoes hawa me ghoomte hain.

Frame window tak jata hai — jahan se shaam ki dhoop andar aa rahi hai.
Restaurant ke board ke neeche likha hai:
“FOOD ADDA — where stories begin.”

? Soft theme music fades in…

FADE OUT.

Scene – Arti’s Kitchen | same evening


Camera ek calm vibe capture karta hai —
kitchen me sunlight filtered curtains se aa rahi hai,
stove par chai simmer ho rahi hai,
aur corner me Arti chutney bana rahi hai —
mixer ke continuous humming ke saath uske thoughts bhi ghoom rahe hain.

Arti ke haath mechanically kaam kar rahe hain,
lekin uska dimaag kahin aur hai.

(Arti ke dil ki voice-over, soft aur thoughtful tone me):
“Wo ladka… aaj bhi nahi aaya.
Kal bhi nahi aaya.
Shayad… mera wo rude behaviour usse bura laga hoga.
Par mujhe bas use thank you hi to kehna tha…
Us raat, usne jo kiya, wo to wahi tha jo main khud karti hu —
ladkiyon ke liye khadi hoti hu, aur usne bhi wahi kiya.”

Camera slow zoom karta hai Arti ke chehre par —
uske expression me halka guilt, halka curiosity.

(Voice-over continues)
“Lekin… wo aa kyu nahi raha?
Kya mujhe usse milna chahiye tha? Ya bas bhool jaana chahiye sab kuch?”

Arti ke haath mixer ke button par jaate hain —
GRRRRRRRR—
aur tabhi —
mixer achanak ruk jaata hai.

Ek sharp click ki awaaz aati hai, silence chha jaata hai.

Arti ek pal ke liye static khadi rehti hai,
jaise uske thoughts bhi mixer ke sath freeze ho gaye ho.

Phir wo exhale karti hai,
aur softly bol padti hai —
Arti: “Bas… sab kuchh ruk kyun jaata hai jab mann kisi aur baat me uljha ho?”

Camera uske face se zoom out karta hai —
ek thodi si thaki, par thoughtful Arti —
background me chai ki halki si seeti bajti hai…

FADE OUT.

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Update 24




Scene: Radio Station – Late Evening

Rahat studio me apne mic ke samne baithi hai.
Glass cabin ke bahar “ON AIR” ka red bulb jal raha hai.
Room me halka jazz instrumental chal raha hai — uske show ka signature theme.

Rahat (soft smile ke sath mic me):
“...aur aap sun rahe hain Rahat ki Raatein — jahan hum baat karte hain dil se dil tak…”

Wo caller line pe aata hai — ek ladka, voice me halka hesitation.

Caller:
“Ma’am, mujhe ek baat poochhni thi…
Dosti aur pyaar me farq kaise samjha jaye? Matlab… jab ek dost achha lagne lage, toh kaise pata chale ki wo sirf dosti nahi hai?”

Rahat ke lips par halki muskurahat aati hai, lekin aankhon me thodi gehraai — ek purani yaad ki halki chhabi.
Wo kuch second chup rehti hai, fir mic ke kareeb jhukti hai.

Rahat (gentle tone):
“Hmm… mushkil sawaal hai.
Kabhi kabhi dosti aur pyaar ek hi raaste par chalne lagte hain,
sirf ek mod hota hai jahan dono alag nikal padte hain.
Aur wo mod tab aata hai jab…
aap us dost ke bina apne din ka soch nahi paate.”

(Background music dheere dheere emotional tune me badalta hai.)

Rahat (thoda muskurate hue):
“Bas wahi pal hota hai jab samajh aa jata hai —
yeh sirf dosti nahi rahi…”

Jaise hi wo yeh line bolti hai, camera slow zoom in karta hai uske chehre par —
aur ek soft fade hota hai…


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FLASHBACK MONTAGE — 3 YEARS AGO

Location: Radio Journalism Seminar, Delhi

Crowd me young trainees baithe hue.
Stage par Rahat Sameer or dusre radio station se alag alag RJs— confident, charming voice, mic ke saath baat kar raha hai:
“Radio ek aawaz nahi, ek ehsaas hota hai… aur agar aapka dil usme nahi hai, toh shabdon ka koi matlab nahi.”

Stage par Rahat — notebook me notes likhte hue, aankhon me admiration.
Seminar ke baad Sameer uske paas aata hai.

Sameer (smiling):
“Tumhara reply interesting tha. Tum radio ke liye bani ho, Rahat.”

Rahat (nervously):
“Sir, bas seekh rahi hoon. Aap jaisa banne me abhi waqt lagega.”

Sameer (soft chuckle):
“Waqt nahi, jazba chahiye.”

Montage me soft music chalta hai —

Sameer usse studio ke controls sikhata hai.

Dono ek mic share karte hue laugh kar rahe hain.

Rainy evening, cafeteria ke corner table par coffee ke cups.

Sameer ke kehne par Rahat apni pehli on-air line bolti hai, voice trembling — Sameer thumbs-up deta hai.

Ek day, Sameer uske baal ke ek strand ko ear ke peeche karta hai — moment freeze hota hai.


Back to present.


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PRESENT — RADIO STUDIO

Rahat ek deep breath leti hai, aur aankhon se ek halka sa smile phir se banati hai, jaise yaadon ko cover kar rahi ho.
Mic me bolti hai:

Rahat (softly):
“Toh mere caller dost… agar wo pal aapko mil gaya hai, toh use chhupaiye mat.
Pyaar kabhi mic off karke nahi bola jaata… use duniya sun leti hai.”

Music fades out.

Camera uske side profile se slow zoom out hota hai —
window ke bahar shaam ka andhera,
aur Rahat ke chehre par ek muskurahat jo sirf uske dil ko samajh aati hai.

Scene: SAME DAY – Afternoon – Bank Office (Anushka’s Branch)


Bank ka environment usual rush me tha — counters pe customers,
peon slips baant raha, print machines ka constant hum…

Anushka apni desk par files arrange kar rahi thi,
lekin uska mind abhi bhi uss mystery email me atka hua tha jo usse kal raat mila tha:

> “Tumhare papa ka accident… accident nahi tha.”



Uski ungliyan paper ke corner ko daba-daba ke straighten kar rahi thi,
par dimaag bilkul scatter.

Tabhi…

Jeevan — wohi senior uncle type employee,
jo sabke saamne sweet, lekin andar kuch aur —
uski desk ke paas rukta hai.

Jeevan (fake warm smile):
“Anushka beti, lagta hai aaj thodi thaki hui ho? Sab theek toh hai?”

Anushka upar dekhti hai.
Uska expression polite hai, lekin aankhon me clearly doubt.
Woh kal se notice kar rahi hai — Jeevan unusual tareeke se zyada friendly ho raha hai.

Anushka:
“Haan sir. Bas thoda workload tha.”

Jeevan (leaning slightly):
“Dekho… tumhare papa ka kaam hum sabne dekha hai.
Tum acche se kar rahi ho, mujhe khushi hoti hai.
Waise… koi tension ho, toh mujhe bata sakti ho.
Main tumhare papa ka purana dost hoon.”

“Papa ka dost…”
Yeh line Anushka ke dimaag me goonjti hai…
Kyoki wahi email me likha tha —
“Jis par tumhara bharosa hai, usi ne sab chhupaya.”

Anushka ke andar ek halki si shiver jaati hai…
Lekin wo apne chehre par koi expression nahi aane deti.

Anushka (controlled smile):
“Sir, agar kuchh hoga toh main zaroor bataungi.”

Jeevan ek deep glance deta hai —
jaise uska reaction scan kar raha ho.

Jeevan:
“Good. Achha, mujhe yeh locker audit file de dena shaam tak.”
(Aankhon me ek ajeeb si tightening)
“Aur email check karti rehna… banking me updates aate rehte hain.”

Wo jaise keh raha ho —
I know.

Jeevan waha se nikal jata hai…
Aur jaate jaate ek baar peeche mud kar uski taraf dekhta zaroor hai.

Camera Anushka ke chehre par close-up leta hai —
ab uski suspicion aur badh chuki hai.


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Cut to – A Few Minutes Later

Anushka apni screen on karti hai.
Inbox kholti hai.

Ek naya email.

Subject:

> “He was not who you think.”



Message:

> “Agar sach chahiyé… purani files me ‘27 September – Internal Audit Report’ dhoondho.
Us din sab kuch badla tha.”



Anushka ka heartbeat fast.
September 27… wahi date jiske aas-paas papa ka accident hua tha.

Wo turant branch record room ki taraf badhti hai.
Door band hai.
OP naam ka junior staff bolt lagate hue bahar aata hai.

Junior:
“Ma’am, sir ne bola hai ki record room me koi access nahi karega.
Kuch renovation type ka kaam hai.”

Anushka:
“Kaun sir?”

Junior:
“Jeevan sir.”

Camera Anushka ki aankhon me zoom…
Ab puzzle ke pieces dheere-dheere match hone lagte hain.
But not fully — jitna audience ko tease karna chahiye, utna hi.


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Scene End Beat

Anushka dheere se ek deep breath leti hai…
aur under her breath whisper karti hai:

Anushka (whisper):
“Papa… aapne mujhe kya chhupa diya tha…
aur kaun chhupa raha hai?”

Camera uske determined face se zoom out hota hai —
like a mystery layer opening.

? Arti – Library Scene (Cinematic, Emotional, Slow-burn Tension)


Library me shaam ka halka-sa sooraj ghus raha tha…
Shelf ki dhool mein se nikalti ek golden light, aur beech mein Arti — bilkul uljhi hui, bilkul khoyi hui.

Aaj uska mann bilkul bhi kaam me nahi lag raha tha.

Woh table ko saaf karti…
Phir ruk jaati.
Diary kholti…
Phir aankhen bandh ho jaati.

Us raat ka flash…
Party ki loud music ke beech ek ladki ka cheekhna…
Aur woh ladka — wohi ajnabee — bina soche us bheed me ghusna…
Us ladki ko bachana…
Uske kandhe par light ka ek rays girna…
Aur phir uska chehra — bilkul calm, bilkul composed.

Arti ki saanse ruki si jaati.

“Yeh ladka… mujhe disturb kyun kar raha hai?”
Wo apne aap se khafa ho kar kahti hai, uske kitchen me bhi Aaj kal uske mixer grinder ki awaz, cooker ki seeti, sab aaj background noise jaisi lag rahi thi.

Library me aaj koi reader bhi nahi tha.
Sirf Arti… aur uske khayal.

Wo ek novel ko lift karti hai, pages palatne lagti hai, lekin har do pages ke baad…
Usi raat ka ek flash.

Uski aankhon ka intense look.

Uska “Are you okay?” kehna.

Aur phir… agle din se uska gaayab ho jana.


Arti irritate ho kar shelf pe book rakh deti hai.

“Kaun hota hai yeh mere dimaag me ghusne wala…?!”
Woh halki si naraz si smile karti hai — apne aap par.

Phir, jaise hi woh dusri shelf ki taraf jaati hai,
uski nazar ek purane wooden frame par padti hai — jispe ek quote likha hota hai:

“Every story has its records.”

Arti turant freeze ho jaati hai.
Uski aankhen “records” par atak jaati hain.

“Records…”
Woh dheere se repeat karti hai—jaise koi badi baat uske dimag me click hui ho.

Agli hi second — Arti palat kar apni library ke dusre corner ki taraf bhaagti hai.
Woh purani steel ki almari khol deti hai, jismei usne saal-dar-sall ka har ek visitor register, membership form, entry record sambhal kar rakha tha.

Uske haath thode se kaap rahe the…

“Shayad… shayad kuch mila…”
Wo apne aap se bolti jaati hai.

Arti ek ek folder open karne lagti hai—
Page palatne ki rapid kharak…
Uske ungliyon ka bechain hona…
Uska ghutno ke bal baith kar purane envelopes nikalna…

Kahani yahin end nahi hoti—
Arti ko kuch dhundhna hi tha…
Wo kuch connect karne lagi thi…

✨ Ishaani Subplot – Scene: Meeting With Nandita (Lawyer)


Setting: Ishaani ke restaurant ka back-side wala small private area.
Time: Same day evening.
Mood: Serious, investigative, legal tension.


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Scene Begins

Restaurant almost full tha…
Front area me customers ki awazein thi, lekin back-side ka small corner silence me dubaa hua.
Round table par Ishaani, Humera, aur unki lawyer Nandita Roy baithi thi — strict, focused aur always-to-the-point.

Ishaani ne ek file table par slide ki.
Humera bilkul tense aankhon ke saath baithi thi.
Nandita spectacles thoda adjust kar ke dono ko ek dum lawyer-mode me dekh rahi thi.


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Nandita (serious tone):

“Alright… tum dono ne jo details bheji thi Vicky ke behaviour ki…
I need everything chronologically.
Yeh normal case issue nahi lag raha.”

Humera turant baat pakad leti hai:

Humera:

“Nandita ma’am… Vicky ka possessive nature itna extreme ho gaya tha us din....

Nandita file khol kar notes banane lagti hai.

Nandita:

“Follow ka proof? Messages? Photos? CCTV? Kuch bhi?”

Ishaani turant chipak kar baithti hai:

Ishaani:

“Proof abhi kam hai… lekin behaviour pattern clear hai.
Aur jis din accident hua… Humera ki dadi ko jis angle se hit kiya gaya hai…
It doesn't look like a random hit-and-run.”

Nandita ek second ke liye file bandh karti hai.

Uski aankhon me woh lawyer wali sharpness aa jati hai.

Nandita:

“I want you girls to understand.
Agar Vicky ne ye jaana-boojh kar kiya hai…
To hum criminal case file kar sakte hain.
Lekin bina evidence ke court me kuch prove nahi hoga.”

Humera ka throat dry hota hai.
Ishaani uske haath par haath rakhti hai.

Humera (dheemi si broken awaaz me):

“Us din jis tarah usne mujhe dekha tha… mujhe abhi bhi woh aankhen yaad hain.
Jaise woh warning de raha ho.”

Nandita slightly nod karti hai—
ye detail important thi.

Phir woh seedha Ishaani ki taraf mudti hai:

Nandita:

“Ishaani… tumhari group ki girls ladkiyon ke unfair cases handle karti hain… right?”

Ishaani ek second ke liye freeze.
Nandita ko "Behen_Code" naam nahi pata tha,
lekin concept samajh gayi thi.

Ishaani:

“Hum… bas help karte hain.
Secretly.”

Nandita pen rakh kar unhe serious expression me dekhti hai.

Nandita:

“Is baar personal mat lena.
Vicky dangerous ho sakta hai.
Use lightly mat lena.”

Nandita finally file pack karti hai:

Nandita:

“And girls…
Be careful.”


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Scene End

Nandita uth kar chali jati hai.
Ishaani aur Humera ek dusre ko silent nod deti hain—

Humera apna dupatta sambhalte hue khadi hoti hai.


Humera (soft, drained):

“I’ll text you the details…
Aur… thanks, Ishaani.”

Ishaani sirf uska kandha pakad kar nod karti hai.
Humera waha se nikal jaati hai…
Corner table ekdum akela reh jata hai.

Ishaani ek lamhi ke liye aankhen band kar ke deep breath leti hai.
Case ki tension uske andar abhi bhi thodi heavy thi…

Tabhi—

Door ka chime bajta hai.

Ishaani apni aankhen kholti hai…
Aur uska crush
— curly hair, tall, woh calm aur composed sa ladka —
andar enter hota hai.

Aaj woh akela tha.
No guitar, no friends.
Sirf woh.

Ishaani ke pair jaise thodi der freeze ho jate hain…
Phir woh automatically order counter ki taraf chal padti hai.


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Scene: Ishaani Takes His Order

Woh ladka usual corner table par baith chuka tha.
Ishaani plate-booking pad le kar uske samne jaake ruk gayi.

Uske haath halki si shiver kar rahe the.
Woh khud mehsoos kar rahi thi —
palms warm, heartbeat fast.

Ladka casually menu band karta hai…
Aur Ishaani ki aankhon me dekh kar woh wali smile deta hai—
aaj thodi soft, thodi sincere.

Crush:

“Same as usual…”
(ek second rukta hai, phir halki si teasing smile)
“…unless aaj aap kuch recommend karengi?”

Ishaani ki saanson ka flow thoda rukta hai.
Woh bas neck ke side se baal hatati hai aur soft voice me bolti:

Ishaani:

“I’ll… uhh… bring your usual. Just 2 minutes.”

Ladka ek baar phir smile karta hai.
Ishaani turant palat jaati hai—
kyunki agar woh ek second aur rukti to blush control karna mushkil ho jata.


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Scene: Inside the Kitchen

Kitchen ke steel counters ke beech chalti hui Ishaani ko ek flash yaad aata hai—

Humera ki baat:
“Bas ek step le le… try kar, Ishaani. Tu deserve karti hai.”

Ishaani shelf se tray uthati hai.
Phir carefully ek white napkin leti hai.
Aur pen ka cap teeth se khol kar,
jaldi se likhti hai:

“This is my number… if you ever want to talk. – Ishaani”

Heart racing…
Hands trembling light…
Par face fully determined.

Woh napkin neatly fold kar ke plate ke neeche is tarah slip karti hai ki bas recipient hi notice kare.


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Scene: Plate Delivery

Ishaani calm face banaye,
plate lekar uske table tak aati hai.

Ishaani (polite, almost whispering):

“Here you go.”

Woh ladka thank-you bolta hai.
Ishaani ek second ke liye aankhon se contact avoid karti hai
— phir seedhi counter ke peeche wapas aa jaati hai.

Ladka food ke saath bite lena start karta hai…
Aur plate thodi sa side karta hai.

Tabhi—
napkin corner slip hota hai.

Woh ladka rukwa.
Napkin uthaya.
Aur jaise hi number dekha—

uski smile deep ho gayi.

Warm. Genuine.
Shock, surprise aur delight mix.

Aur woh seedha Ishaani ki taraf dekhta hai.


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Ishaani kitchen ke glass window se thoda side hat kar khadi thi—
jaise pretend kar rahi ho busy hai.

Par duaon-jaisa realism uske chehre par tha.

Jab ladka ne smile kar ke napkin fold karke apni pocket me dala…

Ishaani ke chehre par ek soft relief, ek subtle happiness baras padi.

Exactly woh jaise
“Finally… maine kar diya.”

Ek choti victory.
Ek chhupa sa hope.
Aur ek lamha
jisme duniya thodi si pyari lagti hai.

✨ Anisha – Hostel Night Scene


Scene: Late night, girls’ hostel.
Lights dim, corridors silent, bas windows se thandi hawa aa rahi thi.
Anisha apne bed par bethi thi, books khuli hui, par dhyaan kahin aur tha.

Woh ek page पलटती hai…
Phir ruk jaati hai.

Ek moment me hi kuch yaad aata hai.
Uski aankhon me ek spark.

Woh slowly apna phone uthati hai…
Dial pad open karti hai…
Aur jo number press karti hai,
screen par naam flash hota hai—

KABIR
(ek chhoti si smile uske lips par khil jaati hai)

Phone 2 baar ring hota hai…

Kabir (line pick karte hi, teasing tone):

“Arre wah… Student of the Year khud call kar rahi hai? Kya baat, aaj library band thi kya?”

Anisha (eyes narrow, playful):

“Chup karo, kabir…
Pehle to bolo busy ho? Ya disturb kar diya?”

Kabir:

“Mujhe disturb karne ka haq sirf kuch selected logo ko hai… aur tum unme ho.”

Anisha aankh ghumati hai, lekin cheek ka ek corner softly smile kar raha tha.

Anisha:

“Thik hai Mr. Flirt… kaafi hogaya?
Mujhe serious baat karni hai.”

Kabir:

“Arre arre, chalo bolo. Madam ka hukum sar aankhon par.”

Anisha ek deep breath leti hai.

Anisha:

“Humera–Vicky case ke details…
Kuch mila?”

Kabir 2 sec silent hota hai, phir ek casual par important tone me bolta hai:

Kabir:

“Actually… haan.
Do din baad Vicky ke ghar ek badi party hai.
Politicians, businessmen, media—sab aayenge.
Aur coincidentally…”

(Thoda dramatic pause)

“…mere paas 2 passes hain.”

Anisha ka haath rukta hai.
Eyes widen.
Heart beat ek beat skip.

Anisha:

“Bingo!”
(smirks)
“Yahi perfect chance hai sab details janne ka.”

Kabir laugh karta hai, thoda flirty tone me shift.

Kabir:

“Haan sab to theek hai, madam investigator…
Par ek problem hai.”

Anisha:

“Kya?”

Kabir (fake sigh):

“Mere paas 2 passes hain…
Aur abhi tak kisi bhi ladki ya kisi dost ne mujhse puchha nahi ki party me saath chalun…”

(Voice halki si teasing, halki si romantic)

“…to main soch raha hu ki kaise jaunga?”

Anisha ek second ke liye blush karti hai.
Eyes automatically side me chali jaati hain.
Smile rok nahi paati.

Anisha (softly, mix of shy & attitude):

“To phir… akele chale jaana na.”

Aur bina usse aur mauka diye—
Phone cut.

Screen blank ho jaati hai.
Anisha phone ko dekh kar halki hasi rok nahi paati—
ek shy glowing smile.

Cut to Kabir, apne kamre me phone dekh kar muskurata hua—

Kabir (whispering to himself):

“Samajh gaya, madam…
Blush kar rahi thi.”

Scene fades out.

[Greenwood]

Update 25

✨ Anushka – Same Night

Scene:

Late night, Anushka ka ghar.

Ghar me sirf table lamp ki halki warm light jal rahi hai.

Peeche slow ceiling fan… ek thodi si uneasy silence.

Anushka apne dining table par bethi hai—

tight shorts, fitted cotton top,

baal khule, shoulders par girte hue.

Uske chehre par thakaan + irritation saaf dikh rahi hai.

Laptop uske saamne open hai, screen par inbox filled with unread mails.

Kuch mails highlighted, kuch starred, kuch half-open.

Woh ek email dubara click karti hai…

Phir apni fingers hairline par rakh kar deeply exhale karti hai.

Anushka (slow whisper):

“Yeh chal kya raha hai…?

Kaun bhej raha hai yeh sab…?”

Uski aankhon me tension clearly visible thi.

Woh laptop ki screen ko zoom karte hue woh hi line bar bar padh rahi thi—

wo hi cryptic warnings, random numbers,

aur ek sentence jo har mail me repeat hota tha:

“Truth is closer than you think.”

Anushka ke haath thode thande padne lagte hain.

Wo backspace press karne ka try karti hai… ruk jaati hai.

Chair se peeche lean hoke ceiling ko dekhti hai.

Flash of memory—

Papa ka accident.

Emergency room.

Hospital lights.

Doctor ka blurred voice.

Maa ka cheekh padna.

Wapas present.

Anushka aankhen jor se band karti hai, frustration se table par pen patakti hai.

Anushka (irritated, almost trembling):

“Kaun hai tu…

aur mujhe yeh sab kyun bhej raha hai?”

Laptop me ek new email pop-up hota hai.

Time: 11:47 PM

Subject: “STOP DIGGING.”

Anushka jaise freeze ho jaati hai—

uski ungli screen ke upar halki si kaampti hai.

Woh mail open nahi karti.

Bas monitor ko scary silence me dekhti rehti hai.

Camera uske face par zoom hota hai—

fear, confusion, determination sab ek saath.

Slowly…

wo laptop close karti hai…

chair se uthti hai…

aur window ke paas ja kar raat ki thandi hawa me deep breath leti hai.

Anushka (under her breath, low tone):

“Jo bhi ho…

main peechhe nahi hatungi.”

Scene dim hota hai.

Screen black.

Next day oberoi house Arti scene

Arti kal jaha apne records book me kuch dhundne ki koshish karti hai ab uske aage...

Naya din ugta hai

Nayi tazi dhoop

Sardiyo ki aahat ho chuki hai

Hawa thodi thandi thodi dhoop ki tezi

Or samne dikhta hai ek makan

Ek retro style double manzil ka makan jiske samne grass ka porch or kuch ped podhe they

Arti ghar ke samne khadi hai Arti ki pith dikhai de rahi hai or fir camera sidha ghar ki nameplate par

Name plate par ek naam oberoi. Arti idhar udhar dekh kar ek chhota fatak kholti hai or ghar ke porch me enter hoti hai Arti dhime kadmo se ghar ki taraf badhti hai jaise ki koi sawla usko us ghar ki taraf khinch raha ho wo ghar ke main darwaze ke paas aayi or andar se ek aawaz aati hai ek budhi aurat ki nakulllllll or Arti dekhti hai ki living me ek budhi mid 60s ki aurat bethi hoti hai or sidhiyo se wahi ladka living me aata dikhai deta hai jise Arti miss kar rahi thi kuch dino se,

Wo ladka ek gym waist pehna hota hai sleeveless or uske baal thode messy aisa lagta mano abhi wo exercise kar raha ho wo ladka (nakul) daudte huye us budhi aurat ke paas aata hai or bolta hai maa kitni baar bola hai ki aise mat chillaya karo, main aa jaunga mujhe waqt maloom hai dawai ka or uski maa wo budhi aurat bolti hai mujhe bhi to maloom hai mere bete ka or dono ek dusre ko dekhte hai or hans padte hain or nakul apki maa ko dawai deta hai, pani pite huye uski maa ki nazar darwaze par padti hai or uski maa bolti hai haan ji beta ap koun, yeh sunte hi nakul ki nazre bhi darwaze ki taraf jati hai or wo ek sawaliya nazro se darwaze ki taraf dekhta hai darwaze par is waqt Arti khadi thi

Ghar ke andar halki si dhoop living room tak aa rahi thi. Retro-style interior me wooden furniture, purani photographs aur ek chhoti si mandir ki ghanti ki awaaz environment ko aur shaant banati thi.

Darwaze par Arti khadi thi — haath me apni diary, dupatta halki si hawa me hilta hua, ankho me wohi purana confusion… wohi ajeeb si khinch jo use yahan tak lekar aayi thi.

Nakul ki maa apne chashme ke upar se Arti ko dheere se dekh kar

“Haan ji beta… aap kaun?” puchti hai.

Yeh sunte hi Nakul bhi apne messy baalon ko peeche karta hua darwaze ki taraf mudta hai. Jaise hi uski aankhein Arti par padti hain, uska expression ek pal ke liye ruk jata hai — halka sa surprise, halka sa “finally…” jaisa ehsaas.

Arti ne dheemi si saans li…

Arti:

“Namaste aunty… actually main… woh… library se…”

Uski awaaz me halka sa darr, halka sa hesitation tha — kyunki wo khud nahi janti thi ki woh yahan kya dhoondne aayi hai.

Nakul ek kadam aage badhta hai, thodi si smile ke saath — wohi smile jisse Arti ka dil pichli baar hila tha.

Nakul:

“Arti ji?”

Uska tone soft, jaise woh khud bhi yakin kar raha ho ki sach me samne wahi ladki khadi hai jise wo roz 5–6 books issue karte hue dekhne ka aadat ban chuki thi.

Arti ne thoda sa jhuk kar halka smile diya…

Arti:

“Ji… main aapse… wo record book ke bare me—”

Nakul ka reaction ek second ke liye freeze ho jata hai.

Woh uski maa ki taraf dekhta hai aur fir Arti ki taraf — jaise beech me kuch aesa raaz ho jo dono ke beech hawa me latak raha ho.

Uski maa excitement me thoda aage jhukti hain…

Nakul ki Maa:

“Arre beta… andar aao na! Bahar kyun khadi ho? Nakul… guest ko andar bulaate nahi kya?”

Nakul ne aankhon me ek soft si naramiyat ke saath doorway ki taraf ishara kiya…

Nakul:

“Please… aaiye.”

Arti ek second ke liye ruki — uski saansen tez ho gayi, jaise dil ke andar kuch dhadak utha ho.

Phir vo dheere se ghar ke andar kadam rakhti hai…

Aur jaise hi door band hota hai…

air me wohi pehla sa awkwardness, wohi unsaid connection… aur wohi anjaana sa raaz ghumne lagta hai.

Arti couch ke corner par politely baithi thi, haath me diary daba kar. Nakul ki maa sofa ke dusri taraf relaxed pose me baithi thi, jaise ghar me akela mehmaan aa kar unhe achha lag raha ho.

Nakul ne ek baar Arti ko dekha, phir diary ko, phir seedhe sawal par aa gaya.

Arti (halke se):

“Woh… main actually library ke register ke bahane… yeh puchne aayi thi ki… aap itne din se aa kyu nahi rahe?”

Nakul ek second ke liye ruka… phir apni maa ki taraf dekh kar halka sa awkward smile diya.

Nakul:

“Bas… wohi kuch ghar me kaam the.”

Woh aankhon se kuch aur keh raha tha, lekin maa ke samne nahi bol sakta tha.

Uski maa ne uski taraf dekha, phir Arti ki taraf, aur halki si muskuraahat aayi — jaise unhe sab samajh aa gaya ho.

Nakul ki Maa:

“Nakul, yaha kyu khada hai? Ja beta, Arti ke liye chai leke aa.”

Arti thoda hichkicha kar haath uthaati hai.

Arti:

“Nahi nahi maa ji, bilkul zaroorat nahi. Main waise hi—”

Nakul ki Maa (pyaar se, lekin firm):

“Arre formalities mat karo beta. Hum log bhi kisi rishte daar ke ghar nahi gaye hain. Ja Nakul.”

Nakul bas ek chhoti si smile deke kitchen ki taraf nikal jata hai, aur Arti ekdum awkward ho jaati hai.

Living room me ek pal ke liye khamoshi chaa jaati hai.

Arti apne dupatte ko theek karti hai, sochti hai kuch bole… lekin uske pehle hi maa khud bol padti hai.

Nakul ki Maa (affections ke saath):

“Beta… mera Nakul kal se aa jayega library. Bas yeh mujhe akela nahi chhodna chahta tha.”

Arti ke chehre par halka sa concern aata hai.

Arti:

“Aunty… aap tabiyat theek nahi?”

Nakul ki Maa (halki hansi ke saath):

“Thodi si bimar hoon… par ziddi itna ki subah shaam mere paas hi chhipak ke baitha rehta hai. Mera beta thoda akal se kam sochta hai… dil se zyada.”

Arti halki si smile kar deti hai.

Ussi smile ka jawaab dete hue maa further bolti hai…

Nakul ki Maa:

“Bahut seedha hai. Kabhi kabhi ladaai bhi karke aata hai… par sahi ke liye. Apni baat rakhta hai. Haan… kabhi kabhi zyada bol deta hai.”

Arti dhyan se sun rahi thi, jaise pehli baar woh Nakul ko kisi aur ki zabaan se samajh rahi ho.

Tabhi footsteps sunai deti hain.

Nakul tray me chai aur ek chhoti si plate me biscuits lekar aata hai.

Uski maa use dekh kar muskurati hai — jaise dono ke beech kuch woh jaanti ho jo dono khud nahi jaante.

Nakul:

“Lo, chai.”

Maa uthkar khadi hoti hai, thodi hansi dabate huye.

Nakul ki Maa:

“Ja beta… Arti ko jo bhi kaam ho… madad kar dena. Mera aaram ka waqt ho gaya.”

Aur yeh keh kar woh dheere dheere apne room ki taraf chali jaati hai.

Living room me ab sirf Arti aur Nakul… dono ke beech woh pehla asli silence.

Living room me ab sirf dono the—ek tray, ek diary, aur beech me woh halka sa awkward sa silence.

Arti ne diary ke pages ko theek kiya, phir seedhe point par aa gai.

Arti (soft but direct):

“Woh… us raat party me… tum waha kaise aaye? Aur uske baad se tum dikhai kyu nahi diye?”

Nakul ek second uski taraf dekhta hai, phir hansi dabate hue hawaa me haath hila deta hai.

Nakul:

“Yaar… tum aise puch rahi ho jaise party tumhari ho. Host ne bulaya, main chala gaya. Simple.”

Arti uska jawab sun kar thoda sa rukti hai… baat sach bhi lag rahi thi.

Woh diary band karti hai, soch me pad jati hai.

Arti:

“Theek hai… par fir itne din se library kyu nahi aaye?”

Is baar Nakul thoda serious ho jata hai.

Halki si sharminda si smile, nazre neeche.

Nakul:

“Shayad… isliye kyunki main yeh sochta raha ki tum mere bare me kya sochogi.”

“Tumne mujhe us raat ladte dekha tha… aur bas… mann me baith gaya ki Arti ko lagega main koi gunda hoon.”

Arti apni eyebrow unchi karti hai—exactly woh reaction jaise keh rahi ho:

“Seriously? Maine yeh kab socha?”

Par woh kuch bolti nahi.

Instead, ek chhoti si saans le kar baat ko thoda badal deti hai—par tone ab seedhi, slightly stern.

Arti (serious, calm but sharp):

“Theek hai… yeh sab chhodo.”

“Lekin ek baat batao, Nakul… Library me chhup chhup kar mujhe dekhna ka kya matlab tha?”

Nakul ka chehra ekdum still.

Woh sentence us par seedha lage jaise.

Arti (aur zyada firm):

“Dekho, main jaanti hoon ki tum ek acche ladke ho. Us raat maine notice kar liya tha.”

“Lekin iska matlab yeh nahi ki tum ek izzatdar ladki ko aise… tadte raho.”

Room me khamoshi gir jaati hai.

Nakul ne zameen ki taraf dekha… dono haathon ki ungliyon ko jodkar hold karta hai.

Nakul (slow, sincere, head bowed):

“Sorry… agar aapko bura laga ho to.”

“Mera koi galat intention nahi tha. Kabhi bhi nahi.”

Arti uski baat sun kar ek second tak usi ko dekhti hai—serious expression, koi smile nahi.

Phir bina kuch bole chai ki halki si chuski leti hai… jaise uske words ko absorb kar rahi ho.

Arti chai ka cup apne haath me pakde baithi thi. Nakul uske saamne thoda sa jhuka hua, dono ke beech ek reticent sa space… jisme shabd kam the, par emotions zyada.

Arti ki aankhon me abhi bhi wohi strict, serious look tha.

Nakul ne sorry bola tha—seedha, bina kisi drama ke.

Uski awaaz me woh raw honesty thi jo Arti expect nahi kar rahi thi.

Ek pal ke liye dono chup ho jaate hain.

Nakul dheere se bol padta hai, almost halki saans lekar:

“Main… bas yeh dekhna chahta tha ki aap theek ho.”

Arti ka haath cup par ruk gaya.

Uska dil ek second ke liye thoda sa kapta hai—kyonki us sentence me koi flirt nahi tha, sirf concern.

Genuine.

Saaf.

Nakul phir ruka… jaise shabd dhundh raha ho:

“Us raat… aap kitni dar gayi thi. Mujhe laga…

shayad aapko main hi… uncomfortable lagne laga hoon.”

Uski nazar neeche thi.

Voice low, bilkul defensive nahi—sirf scared of being misunderstood.

Arti usse dekhti hai.

Pehli baar bina guard ke.

Pehli baar uss ladke ko as a person—not as that party hero, not as a library stranger.

Arti ka tone thoda soft hota hai:

“Main dar gayi thi… tum sahi keh rahe ho.”

“Lekin main tumse baat karne se nahi bhaag rahi thi. Bas…”

Wo halki si saans leti hai.

“…samajh nahi paa rahi thi.”

Silence.

Warm. Real.

Jaise dono ek hi page par aa gaye ho, bina try kiye.

Us moment me Nakul apna sar thoda upar karta hai, Arti ko dekhne ki himmat jutti hai.

Aur wo ek seedhi, bilkul honest line bolta hai—

woh line jo Arti ke dil me kahin quietly land hoti hai:

“Accha… ek baat batao Arti ji…”

“…agar main kal library aaun to—”

wo halka sa smile deta hai, nervous, boyish si—

“…kya aap dekh kar ignore nahi karengi?”

Arti ki aankhon me ek microscopic smile aati hai—

bohot chhoti, par dil se nikli hui.

Rude nahi. Defensive nahi.

Bas… human.

Cup ko halki si ghoomati hai, uski garam chai ki bhaap uske chehre ke pass nikalti hai.

Wo uski taraf dekh kar softly kehti hai:

“Dekhte hain, Nakul.”

Is sentence me ek promise tha.

Ek challenge.

Ek softness.

Nakul relaxed sa saans chhod deta hai—

jaise kisi ne uske dil ka ek heavy knot khol diya ho.

Scene khatam hota hai dono ko ek dusre ki taraf quietly looking…

ek naye, unspoken connection ke saath.

INT. GROUP CHAT — MORNING BUZZ

Anisha apne college ki canteen me corner wali table par baithi thi. Notebook khuli thi, pen haath me, lekin dimag kahin aur.

Wo phone uthati hai… type type type …

ANISHA (group chat me):

“Girls… Kabir ne confirm kiya hai.

Vicky ke ghar 2 din baad ek BIG PARTY hai.

Sare bade log waha honge. Kaafi kuch mil sakta hai.”

SEND.

CUT TO — COLLAGE SPLIT SCREEN (4 FRAMES)

Dumdaar, thriller-type background music shuru hota hai.

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1. ANUSHKA — BANK OFFICE

Apni desk par files me ghiri, laptop open.

Highlighter haath me.

Message pop-up hota hai.

Anushka (slow grin)

“Hmmm… interesting.”

Wo turant typing start karti hai.

---

2. ARTI — TAXI ME

Arti taxi ki backseat par khidki ke bahar dekh rahi hoti hai.

Abhi-abhi Nakul ke ghar se nikli hai.

Uska phone vibrate karta hai.

Arti message padhti hai.

Uski aankhon me shock + alertness ka mix.

Wo turant message type karti hai.

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3. ISHANI — RESTAURANT

Floor mop kar rahi hoti hai, sleeves folded.

Phone counter par rakha hota hai.

Message ka notification aata hai.

Ishani mop rok kar phone uthati hai.

Uske chehre par determination.

Typing begins…

---

4. RAHAT — APNE GHAR PAR

Rahat ka phone ring karta hai.

Wo headphones nikaal kar phone uthati hai,

screen dekhte hi uska expression intense ho jata hai.

Rahat:

“Finally… kuch toh mila.”

Typing begins…

---

BACK TO COLLAGE SPLIT SCREEN

Sab ladkiya screen par ek sath typing karte dikhti hain.

“That’s our chance”

“Yahi to chahiye tha”

“Ok got it”

“Let’s make a plan.”

BGM intense, heavy, mission vibe me chalta hua build hota jaata hai…

CUT — SPLIT ENDS

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INT. COLLEGE CANTEEN — ANISHA

Camera Anisha ke face par extreme close-up me zoom hota hai.

She sighs…

Aankhon me irritation…

Thoda sarcastic, thoda fed-up.

ANISHA (slowly, under her breath):

“Jaise humesha…

Plan zero.

Energy full.”

Background music suddenly funny “Ptt-Dum” type sound ke saath end hota hai.

Anisha apna bag uthati hai,

taang se chair ko peeche dhakelti hai,

aur irritation me canteen se bahar nikal jaati hai.

[Greenwood]

Update 26

INT. BANK — LATE MORNING

Office me usual hustle-bustle chal raha tha—

keyboards ki tik-tik, printers ki awaaz, aur logon ki halki guftagu.

Par Anushka ka mood aaj kuch alag hi tha.

Aaj wo aware thi… alert…

Jaise uske andar koi switch ON ho chuka ho.

Desk par baith kar wo dheere se phone uthati hai,

ek unknown number dial karti hai.

Call connect hotte hi…

Anushka (silent, smirking slightly):

“…hmm.”

Confidential smile.

Jaise usne kisi ko sirf ‘signal’ de diya ho.

Call pe kuch nahi bolti…

Bas ek baar “Okay” sirf hothon se bina awaz ke bol kar

phone rak deti hai.

Wo apni screen par files resume karti hai,

par tabhi—

PING!

Ek naya email popup hota hai.

Sender same—

Unknown. No subject.

Anushka ki aankhein sikud jaati hain.

Wo mail open karti hai…

"Don't try to be oversmart anushka,think what I said"

Isi waqt uska phone ring hota hai.

Same number jise abhi usne call kiya tha.

Anushka turant attend karti hai—

phone uske kaan par.

Dusre end se koi awaaz nahi…

Bas ek halki saans ki tarah static.

Anushka mail ko dekhte hue

chair se jhat se uthti hai.

Uske steps tezi se badh jaate hain…

Wo ek invisible command follow kar rahi thi.

Uska phone kaan par, aankhein intense.

Corridor → staircase → second floor → third floor…

Camera uske peeche peeche chase feel me.

CUT TO — TERRACE DOOR

Anushka terrace ka handle pakad kar door push karti hai.

Hawa ka teekha jhonka uske baal udha deta hai.

Terrace BILKUL khaali.

Koi nahi.

Anushka dheere dheere center ki taraf badhti hai,

phone abhi bhi kaan par laga hua.

Silence.

Bas halki hawa.

Fir uski aankhon me ek realization…

Ek flash jhaap se dimag me aata hai—

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FLASHBACK — FEW MINUTES AGO

Anushka third floor ki seedhiyan chadh rahi thi

jab uske kaan me ek bohot halki aawaz aayi thi—

jaise koi bohot kareeb se keh raha ho:

Us waqt wo busy thi, usne ignore kiya…

Par ab—

wo same faint echo uske dimag me gunj raha tha.

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BACK TO TERRACE

Anushka slowly freeze ho jaati hai.

Uska expression—

confusion + fear + a sudden suspicion.

Camera uske around slow 360° rotation me…

Terrace bilkul empty.

CUT.

Scene: Anushka vs Sumeet — First Confrontation

(Tense, cinematic, psychological )

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Third floor ki sidhiya…

Anushka ka dimag ek dum flash karta hai.

Flashback sound effect — “Are Sumeet… aaj terrace par kaise?”

Lift ki taraf se aayi hui kisi staff ki halki si baat.

Anushka present me wapas aati hai, aankhon me sharp realization.

Phone pocket me. Pace fast.

Wo bina ek second waste kiye neeche ki taraf daudti hai.

---

Bank — Sumeet ka cabin

Glass door se dikh raha hai…

Sumeet calmly apne juniors ko instructions de raha hota hai.

Anushka ek second rukti hai.

Sumeet uski taraf ek choti si sideways glance deta hai…

Phir seedha wapas computer aur file par.

Junior: “Sir… okay.”

Wo log file lekar cabin se nikal jaate hain.

Door band hota hai.

Silence.

Anushka seedha uske saamne wali chair par baith jaati hai.

Sumeet still… aankhein screen par.

Ek dum ignoring tone.

Anushka usse ghoorti rehti hai…

Finally khud hi bol padti hai — slow, controlled anger:

“Tu yeh kyu kar raha hai, Sumeet?”

Sumeet eyebrow bhi nahi uthata.

Flat tone:

“Kya Anushka? Maine kya kiya? Main to bas apna kaam kar raha hoon.”

Anushka ek jhatke me computer screen ko ghuma deti hai apni taraf.

Sumeet turant irritate:

“Yeh kya kar rahi ho?! Anushka mujhe kaam karna hai— please jao yaha se!”

Anushka bhi volume raise karti hai:

“SHUT UP, Sumeet! Yeh natak band karo!

Mujhe sab pata chal gaya— woh emails tum bhej rahe ho!”

Silence.

Sumeet finally screen se aankhein hata kar Anushka ko dekhata hai…

Aur phir —

ek dheemi, thandi, devilish hansi.

Anushka ka face freeze.

Sumeet:

“Accha hua tujhe pata chal gaya…

Waise bhi kuch dino me main khud batane wala tha.”

Anushka shock + anger:

“Sumeet… tu– tu pagal ho gaya hai?!”

Sumeet leaning back, calm psycho tone:

“Aur haan… ek ek mail sach tha.”

Anushka ka temper explode:

“Chup kar Sumeet! Bas yeh bata— tu yeh sab kyu kar raha hai?

Aakhir chahta kya hai tu?”

Suddenly Sumeet table par dono haath mar ke khada hota hai —

“MAIN KYA CHAHTA HOON??”

Itna loud ki cabin ke baahar ke log palat kar dekhne lagte hain.

Visible glass panel se dono dekh lete hain…

Sabki eyes cabin ki taraf.

Sumeet dhire, intense whisper me bolta hai:

“Tumne kabhi samjha hi nahi Anushka…

Na jaana, na jaan’ne ki koshish ki.

Ab bas. Chali jao.

Otherwise… I’ll complain about you.”

Anushka khadi hoti hai, usko ek tevar bhari nazar deti hai:

“Complaint?

Tayyar rehna, Sumeet.

Complaint ab main karungi.”

Door thapp se khulta hai…

Anushka bina peeche dekhe cabin se nikal jaati hai.

Camera Sumeet ke face par zoom —

Aankhaein bloodshot, jaw tight, ek twisted grin.

Blackout.

Ishani scene – Next Day, Restaurant Scene

Dupahar ka time tha. Restaurant me halki si rush thi, lekin ek corner table par Ishani, Humera aur Nandita gheri hui bethi thi. Teeno ke chehre par tension clearly dikhti thi.

Nandita apni diary band karte hue bolti hai,

“Case me bas kuch hi time bacha hai. Aur… hamare paas koi solid point, koi strong proof nahi hai. Or high profile case me next date bhi nahi mang sakte,

Ishani ek deep breath leti hai… phir dheere se bolti hai,

“Ek baat hai. Kabeer ne kal raat bataya… do din baad Vicky ke ghar ek badi party hai. Waha se kuch na kuch information mil sakti hai.”

Nandita apni aankhon ko teekha kar Ishani ko dekhti hai—

waisi nazar, jaise keh rahi ho, “Bas itna? That's not enough

Ishani thoda nervous ho jati hai.

Tabhi Humera softly Ishani ka haath table par se pakad leti hai.

Uski awaaz calm par confident hoti hai,

“Jo bhi ho, kam se kam ek rasta to dikha hai. Humein is party me jaroor jana chahiye.”

Ishani turant head shake karte hue bolti hai,

“Nahi… hum nahi ja sakte. Vicky ne humein pehle hi dekh liya tha. Mujhe yaad hai uski eyes—wo humein recognize kar lega.”

Nandita slowly apna sar hilati hai.

“Correct… agar hum gaye to risk double ho jayega.”

Table par ek few seconds ki silence chh aa jati hai.

Phir Humera apne haath gutha kar bolti hai,

“To phir… koun jayega?”

Camera dheere-dheere Ishani ke chehre par zoom karta hai—

uske aankhon me ek chhoti si spark, ek chhota sa realization.

Scene CUT.

Rahat ka Subplot – Studio Scene

Rahat ka evening-show chal raha tha. Studio ki light halki si purple glow me thi, mic ke saamne uska calm aur warm posture, aur uske headphones me soft background instrumental chal raha tha.

Wo apne caller-segment ki taraf badh rahi thi.

Rahat:

“Alright listeners… ab waqt ho chuka hai ‘Dil ki Baat’ segment ka. Jo bhi aapke mann me ho—seedha bol dijiye. Let’s take our next caller.”

Phone line connect hoti hai.

Ek halki si shaky, young si ladki ki awaaz aati hai.

Caller (hesitant):

“Hi ma’am… main ek baat puchna chahti hoon. Bas… mujhe samajh nahi aa raha ki main kya karu ki mere papa… matlab… mere papa mujh par proud feel karein.”

Rahat ek second ke liye bilkul still ho jaati hai.

Uski ungliyaan fader knob par ruki rehti hain.

Mic ke neeche uske honton ki movement ruk jaati hai.

Flash — ek second ka cut:

Ghar ka dim lighted hall

Imdad saab ka stern face

“Rahat, kitni baar kaha hai… ye sab faltu sapne mat dekha karo.”

“Tumhari awaaz… tumhare shauq… yeh sab bekaar cheezein hain.”

Rukhsana ki pliading eyes

Anish ka silent concern

Rahat blink karti hai… present me lautti hai.

Aankhon me halka sa moisture, lekin voice bilkul steady.

Rahat (soft, composed):

“Beta… kabhi-kabhi hum pure dil se chahte hain ki hamare parents humein accept karein… hamare upar proud feel karein.

Lekin ek baat bataun?”

Thodi der ke liye studio me sirf uski awaaz ghoomti hai.

Rahat:

“Proud tabhi hota hai jab aap sach me khud ban rahe ho.

Agar aap apne papa ki wajah se apna raasta badalogi… to shayad unhe khushi to mil jaaye, par aap khush nahi rahogi.”

Caller chup.

Rahat ki voice aur warm ho jaati hai.

Rahat:

“Unhe batao ki tum kya kar rahi ho, kaise kar rahi ho…

Aur sabse zaroori—unki expectations poori karne se pehle apne liye kuch banao.

Yeh mat socho ki wo proud honge ya nahi…

Tum bas achhi, consistent aur sachchi raho.”

Caller ki rukhi hui saans line par feel hoti hai.

Caller:

“Thank you ma’am… mujhe laga main galat hoon… but maybe I should try being myself.”

Rahat smile karti hai—wo smile jo usne apne liye kabhi nahi suna.

Rahat:

“Exactly. Aur ek din… shayad wo samajh jayenge.

Aur agar na samjhein—tab bhi tum kam nahi ho jaati.

Take care, beta.”

Line cut hoti hai.

Rahat ek lamhi ke liye mic se peeche hat kar headphones utaar deti hai.

Uska gala thoda heavy ho jata hai.

Awaaz bilkul dheemi… sirf uske liye:

“Kaash… mere papa bhi kabhi yeh sun pate…”

Studio ki glass wall ke peeche ON-AIR sign blink karta rehta hai.

ANISHA’S – NEXT SCENE

Casual, soft, almost-bond-but-not-bond conversation

---

Raat ke 11:45 baj rahe hote hain. Anisha apni study table par baithi hoti hai, lamp ki halki light uske notes par pad rahi hoti hai… par uska dimag kahin aur hi hota hai.

Woh ek lambi saans leti hai, pen band karti hai.

Anisha (soch me):

“Padhai se zyada mera dimag ab uss stupid group project wale ladke me atka rehta hai…”

Thodi der phone ko dekhti rehti hai. Phir bina soch samajh ke whatsapp open karti hai…

Kabeer ke chat window par sirf ek “Seen yesterday” dikhta hai.

Anisha thoda hesitate karti hai…

Phir type kar deti hai:

Anisha:

“Soye?”

Message bhejne ke baad woh aur zyada restless ho jaati hai.

Kursi pe hilti-dhulati rehti hai.

5 minutes…

10 minutes…

Fir ding.

Kabeer:

“Abhi nahin.”

Anisha phone uthati hai, aankhon me thodi irritation + thodi relief.

Anisha:

“To itni der baad reply kyu kiya? Neend ke saath ladai chal rahi thi kya?”

Kabeer ka reply turant aa jata hai:

Kabeer:

“Nahin… bas soch raha tha ye message reaI hai ya fir tumhare phone ne galti se bhej diya.”

Anisha aankhon ghumati hai.

Anisha:

“Haan haan… main itni bhi careless nahi hoon.”

Kabeer:

“Sure?”

Anisha:

“100%”

Kuch second wait…

Kabeer fir reply karta hai:

Kabeer:

“Accha to ye bhi confirm karo… tum padh rahi ho?”

Anisha apne saamne khule notes ko dekh kar face palm karti hai.

Anisha:

“Haan padh rahi hoon… matlab koshish yehi hai…”

Kabeer:

“Acha, koshish wala chapter tough hota hai. Kaun sa page pe atki ho?”

Anisha:

“Jo khula hai ussi pe.”

Kabeer typing… typing…

Kabeeramitabh gif)

dus crorreeeeee.....

Anisha zor se hansi rok leti hai.

Anisha:

“Tum na bilkul help nahi karte.”

Kabeer:

“Aapne manga kab?”

Anisha soch me pad jaati hai… fir type karti hai:

Anisha:

“Nahi manga… bas complain kar rahi thi.”

Kabeer:

“Normal. Tum har cheez par kar leti ho.”

Anisha ka muh khul jata hai.

Anisha:

“HELLO? Main complain queen nahi hoon.”

Kabeer:

“Proof?”

Anisha bechari sa emoji bhej deti hai ?

Kabeer:

“See. Ye bhi ek complain jaisa hi tha.”

Anisha phone rakhti hai…

Aur khud se hi bolti hai:

“Pagal ladka.”

Phir usko smile aa jati hai.

Kuch second baad uska hi ek message aa jata hai:

Kabeer:

“Accha padhai karo ab. Warna kal phir complain karogi ki concentrate nahi hua.”

Anisha ki ungli screen par ruk jaati hai.

Dil ke kisi kone me ek halka sa warm feeling sa uttha.

Anisha:

“Fine. Good night.”

Kabeer:

“Good night, shikayat petika.”

Anisha screen ko ghoorti rehti hai… gusse ka drama karti hai…

But smile khud-ba-khud aa hi jaati hai.

Scene fade.

[Greenwood]

Update 27



NEXT MORNING – BEHEN_CODE SECRET MEETING
Aaji ke ghar ka baithak room – warm, purani wooden furniture, chhat se latakta ek purana fan, aur table par bichha hua ek rough hand-drawn map of “Vicky ki Party Venue.”
Sab paanch ladkiyan ek gol circle me baithi hoti hain.


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SCENE START

Arti:
“Girls, today ka plan final karna hi hoga. Vicky ki party hi hamara biggest chance hai.”

Anushka:
“Security tight hogi… andar jaana aasaan nahi hoga.”

Sab thodi tension me baithi hoti hain. Tabhi Anisha apna pen ghumaate hue bolti hai:

Anisha:
“Actually… ek option ho sakta hai. Kabeer ke paas ek extra pass hai. Agar wo chale jaye to main uske saath enter kar sakti hoon.”

Sab ek saath “Great!” bol deti hain.

Rahat:
“Haan yaar, good idea! Aur main bhi try karti hoon. Shayad radio station me event ke passes aaye ho… I can also manage!”

Ishaani (thoda hesitant):
“Main waha nahi aa paungi. Vicky ne mujhe dekh liya tha restaurant me. Agar mujhe waha spot kiya to poora plan doubt me aa jayega.”

Sab ek dusre ki taraf dekhta hai… phir quietly agree karte hain.

Arti:
“Right. So sabko jaane ki zarurat bhi nahi. Anisha, tum Kabeer ke pass ke saath jao.”

Anisha chhupke se ek short nervous nod deti hai.

Arti:
“Rahat, tum radio station se check karna.
Ishani, main aur Anushka tumhe yahi se cover denge.
Aur please… har chhoti detail notice karna.
Vicky ke aas paas rehne ki koshish bhi karna, lekin is tarah ki wo tumhe pehchan na paaye.”

Group ek saath, serious expressions me “Yes.”

Tabhi Ishaani dheere se bolti hai:

Ishaani:
“Yeh shayad humara last chance ho sakta hai.
So… girls, be prepared.”

Room me thodi der tak khamoshi chha jaati hai. Phir planning, routes, timings sab note kiya jata hai.

Meeting lagbhag aadha ghanta aur chalti hai.


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CUT TO — ARTI’S SUBPLOT

Meeting khatam hoti hi Arti apna dupatta theek karti hai.

Aaj uske chehre par ek ajeeb si excited softness thi.

Arti (dil me):
“Shayad… aaj Nakul fir aaye.”

Bas ek mulaqaat hui thi, par us ladke me kuch tha—
ek familiarity, ek warmth… jise Arti samajh nahi pa rahi thi.

Rickshaw le kar wo apni home-library pahuchti hai.
Darwaza kholti hai, lights on karti hai, aur apni daily routine ka kaam shuru.

Books ko dust, register open, reading table pe pens set…

Par uski aankhein baar-baar ussi corner wale table par jaa rahi thi—
jaha Nakul pichli baar baitha tha.

Time slow chal raha hota hai…
Library shant… bas page palatne ki awaaz.

Then—

Darwaza halki si cheek ki awaaz ke saath khulta hai…
Hawa ka ek halka jhonka andar aata hai… papers se halki khanak si hoti hai…

Arti apne baal sambhalti hai, dupatta theek karti hai, aur upar dekhti hai—

Nakul.

Same olive green shirt, bag shoulder pe, aankhon me wohi calm-sa smile.

Dono ki aankhon ka connection ek second ko ruk jaata hai…

Phir dheere se dono ek soft genuine smile exchange karte hain.

Arti ke dil me ek ajeeb si naram halki dhadkan.

Nakul wahi corner table ki taraf jaata hai…
Aur Arti apni seat par baithi, apni cheekhati smile chhupane ki bekaar koshish karti hai.

Scene slow-fade.
**SCENE – ARTI & NAKUL’S FIRST MINI CONVERSATION

(Soft, Warm, Sweetly Awkward)**

Library me shaanti thi… wahi purani lakdi ki furniture ki halki khushboo,
kapdon ki halki khanak, aur charming silence.

Nakul apne usual corner table par baith kar books nikal raha hota hai.
Arti apni seat se uski taraf nazar churake dekh rahi hoti hai…
phir finally himmat karke uthti hai.

Arti (formal smile lekar):
“Good morning… aaj bhi early?”

Nakul (upar dekh kar, wohi warm gentle smile):
“Good morning! Haan… actually last time wali book complete nahi hui.
Socha aaj thoda discipline se padhu.”

Arti halki si hansi rok kar:
“Discipline ka nam mat lijiye… meri library me itna discipline hota hai ki
bachche bhi mujhe daant dete hain.”

Nakul hansi dabate hue:
“Achha? Aapko? Kaise?”

Arti kandhe ucha kar, thoda fun me:
“Bas… rules follow karo, polythene mat lao, slow bolo, pen mat chabao…
Waise hi main manage karti hoon.”

Nakul:
“Toh phir aap kya karti hain jab koi rule tod deta hai?
Fine? Ya report?”

Arti playful tone me:
“Main stern look deti hoon.
Teen seconds ka.
Uska effect zyada hota hai.”

Nakul sochne ka natak karta hai, phir halka sa jhuk kar bolta hai:
“Dangerous… main dhyan rakhunga.”

Dono halki si hansi share karte hain—
tabhi ek choti si student girl (8-9 saal) jo nearby table par baithi hoti hai,
apna finger lips par rakh kar bolti hai:

Little Girl (strict tone):
“Shhhhhhh!
Aapko library ke rules nahi pata kya?”

Arti beech me freeze.
Nakul bhi freeze.

Dono ek second ek dusre ko dekhte hain…

Phir dono ki hassi ek saath phoot padti hai,
par obviously dheere—library-friendly giggles.

Arti haath jodke bachchi se bolti hai:
“Sorry beta… hum log dheere baat karenge.”

Little girl glasses theek karte hue:
“Good.”

Nakul Arti ki taraf lean karke whisper karta hai:
“Maine kaha tha… dangerous.”

Arti muskurate hue apna dupatta theek karti hai aur seat ki taraf wapas jaati hai.
Nakul softly smiles,
Aur background me library ki silent warmth chalti rehti hai.

Scene fade.


**SCENE – ANUSHKA’S NEXT SUBPLOT

(Aaji ke ghar se bank tak, tension-heavy atmosphere)**

Anushka aaji ke ghar walon se bye bol kar seedha apni car me baithti hai.
Face par ek alag hi determination —
aaj party ka plan bhi final hua hai, aur bank me Sumeet ke jhoot ka sach bhi uske dimaag me ghoom raha hai.

Car bank ke saamne rukti hai.
Anushka ek deep breath leti hai…
phir doors push karke andar aati hai.


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INT. BANK – MORNING

Jaise hi Anushka bank floor par kadam rakhti hai,
“Good morning, ma’am!”
“Good morning, Anushka!”

Employees ki voices ek ke baad ek sunai deti hain.
Anushka un sabko ek short, serious nod deti hai —
polite but distant.
Aaj uske chehre par woh usual softness nahi thi.
Aaj woh full alert mode me thi.

Wo reception se cross karte hue aage badhti hai…

Aur tabhi uske saamne glass-wall cabin aata hai —
Sumeet ka cabin.

Anushka turant apne kadam dheere kar deti hai.
Uska face tight, jaw lock ho jati hai.

Glass ke andar Sumeet apne computer par kuch type kar raha hota hai…
phir apni screen se upar nazar utaakar directly Anushka ko dekh leta hai.

Ek second ke liye—
pure floor ki hawa ruk jaati hai.

Eye contact.
No smile.
No greeting.
Sirf ek sharp, cold stare.

Sumeet ki aankhon me woh same arrogance…
jaise keh raha ho: “I don’t care.”

Anushka ki aankhon me ek glare…
jaise bol rahi ho: “Main darne wali nahi.”

Dono ek dusre ko aise dekhte hain
jaise ek dusre ki presence hi pasand nahi.

Phir Anushka bina rukke,
bina ek second waste kiye,
sidha apne cabin ki taraf mud jaati hai.

Heel clicks echo karte hain—
serious, confident, crisp.

Door close hota hai.
Scene ends with Anushka exhaling softly…
but eyes still burning with focus.

SCENE – ANUSHKA IN HER CABIN (Tension, Suspicion, Heavy Inner Conflict)

Anushka cabin ka door band karke andar aati hai.
Ek second ke liye rukti hai…
deep exhale…
phir apni chair par baithkar laptop on karti hai.

Screen glow hota hai.
Anushka ka face half-lit, half-shadow.


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MAIL CHECKING – SLOW, TENSE MOMENT

Wo inbox open karti hai…
refresh…
scroll…

Koi bhi new email nahi.
Specially —
Sumeet ki taraf se ek bhi nahi.

Anushka ki aankhon me ek doubt sa chamakta hai.

“Aaj mail kyu nahi…?”

Ab jab uski identity expose ho chuki hai,
maybe Sumeet ko lag raha hoga ki hide karne ka koi matlab nahi.
Ya shayad kisi naye plan me hai.

Anushka halka sa lean back karti hai,
uski aankhon me soch, gussa aur darr sab mix hota hai.


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CAMERA CLOSE-UP ON HER FACE

Inner voice almost whisper jaisa:

“Sumeet aisa kyu kar raha hai…
Itna sab kaise jaanta hai?
Yeh information uske paas aayi kahan se?”

Uske finger desk par tap karne lagti hain —
fast, restless.

“Kya mujhe security officer ki help leni chahiye…?”

Wo ek second sochti hai.
Eyes side pe shift hoti hain — doubt, fear.

“Nahi…
Agar security officer involved hui
to Sumeet darr kar sab batane se mana bhi kar sakta hai.
Aur shayad uske paas aur bhi kuch ho…
Jo main abhi nahi jaanti.”

Anushka apni notebook kholti hai.
Kuch points likhne ka try karti hai,
par pen ruk jata hai.

“Nahi…
Mujhe khud hi samajhna padega.
Jaldbaazi nahi…
Galat step nahi.”

Uske dimaag me ek second ke liye
Behen_Code ka group flash hota hai —
lekin wo turant head shake karti hai.

“Abhi sabko isme involve karna theek nahi.
Jab tak pata na lage ki Sumeet ka motive kya hai…”

Wo ek deep breath leti hai
aur laptop me apne regular kaam open kar deti hai —
par clearly work par focus nahi.

Uske dimaag me sirf ek naam ghoom raha hota hai:

SUMEET.

Tension.
Curiosity.
Fear.
Anger.
Confusion.

Sab ek saath bechaini ban kar uske chehre par visible hota hai.

Camera doori se Anushka ko kaam karte dikhata hai,
lekin uske andar ek silent storm chal raha hota hai.

CUT.

SCENE – ANISHA & KABEER (COLLEGE CANTEEN, LIGHT & CUTE VIBES)

Canteen ka afternoon rush.
Students idhar-udhar ghume, hansi-mazak ki awaazein.
Ek kone ki table par Anisha apna phone dekhti hui, clearly wait kar rahi hai.

Door se Kabeer apni typical chilled walk me aata hai —
shoulder bag, halki si smirk, bilkul carefree vibes.

Wo aate hi chair kheechkar baithta hai.

Kabeer:
"Hello madam, kya haal chaal?"

Anisha (seedha point par):
"Pass laye ho na?"

Kabeer ka muh literally down arrow emoji jaisa hojaata hai.

Kabeer:
"Yaar… tum itni mean hogi, maine nahi socha tha.
Thoda sa ‘hi’, ‘hello’, ‘kaise ho’ bhi bol deti."

Anisha:
"Tum kya sochte ho mujhe kaise maloom hoga?
Chalo… ab passes do."

Jaise hi Kabeer pass nikalne lagta hai,
ek stylish ladki unki table ke paas se guzar jaati hai.
Kabeer ki nazar automatically us par chali jaati hai.

Anisha slow motion me kabeer ke reaction ko notice karti hai…
phir eyebrow utha kar usse dekhti hai.

Ladki guzar jaati hai.
Kabeer wapas Anisha ki taraf dekhta hai.

Anisha (deadpan):
"Acha hua mujhe nahi maloom ki tum kya-kya sochte ho."

Kabeer ek choti si awkward hansi deta hai
phir hands-up jaisa gesture:

Kabeer:
"Arey nahi yaar! Wo to mere door ki…
bas… stranger hai."

Anisha uske weird explanation par smirk rok nahi paati.

Anisha:
"Koi bani nahi girlfriend?
Single ho… bahut despo lagte ho."

Kabeer bhaav khaate hue smirk karta hai,
chair pe thoda lean back karta hai.

Kabeer:
"Thi pehle.
Lekin… ab lagta hai nayi dhund raha hoon."

Anisha literally ek second ke liye freeze.
Sharma bhi jaati hai.
Table par apni bottle ko unnecessary adjust karti hai.

Kabeer quietly uski taraf dekh kar muskura deta hai.
Phir pocket se party passes nikal kar table par rakhta hai.

Kabeer:
"Aaj shaam, 7 baje.
Der mat karna…
mujhe late aane wale log pasand nahi."

Anisha pass utha leti hai —
ek flying salute jaisa gesture karti hai:

Anisha:
"Yes sir… time par aa jaungi."

Kabeer khada hota hai,
backpack shoulder par daalta hai
aur ek micro-smile ke sath bolta hai:

Kabeer:
"Good."

Phir wo canteen se nikal jaata hai.

Anisha pass ko dekhkar
apne aap se ek chhoti si smile karta deti hai.

CUT.

SCENE – ISHAANI (RESTAURANT, PRE-PARTY TENSION)

Lunch rush ke baad restaurant ka environment thoda shaant tha,
lekin Ishani ke andar ka storm clearly dikh raha tha.

Wo counter ke peeche khadi bills check kar rahi thi —
lekin ungliyaan bar-bar slip ho rahi thi.
Eyes tired, jaw tight, shoulders stiff.

Ek waiter uske paas se tray lekar guzra,
aur Ishani reflex se side ho gayi —
jaisi hosh me ho, par dhyaan kahin aur.

Kitchen se koi bulaata hai:
“Ishani, order ready hai!”

Wo bina kuch bole turant steps badha kar plate utha leti hai.
Haath theek se stable nahin,
lekin phir bhi professional sa composure bana leti hai
aur table tak jaakar quietly serve karti hai.

Wapas aate hue ek moment ke liye rukti hai,
deep breath leti hai…
lekin tension utne hi zor se wapas aa jati hai.

Manager counter se door se use observe karta hai,
uski uneasy body language,
uska silent stress.

Ishani phir se kaam me doob jaati hai —
napkins fold, plates arrange,
order slip check,
bas bina ek word bole.

Her face said one thing clearly—

Aaj ki shaam uske dimag me chal rahi thi…
aur wo usse ignore nahi kar paa rahi thi.

CUT.

Rahat ka Studio Scene — Cinematic, Natural Flow, Without Breaking Character

Rahat studio ke glass door ko dhakel kar andar aati hai.
Studio ki halki si thandi AC wali hawa uske chehre se halka sa paseena uda deti hai.
Woh seedha left side wale wall-mirror ke paas rukti hai —
baal ko haath se set karti hai, dupatta shoulder par balance karti hai,
aur ek chhota sa confident sa exhale deti hai.

Phir woh boss ke cabin ki taraf badhti hai.

Cabin ka darwaza knock kiye bina hi kholti hai —
jaise hamesha karti hai.

Boss Cabin — Rahat & Gopal

Rahat (casual tone, jaise ghar ki baat pooch rahi ho):
“Are Gopal… Vicky ki party wale pass aaye kya studio ke naam se?”

Gopal (computer screen pe jhuk kar):
“Haaan aaye to they… lekin shayad full ho gaye.”

Rahat (eyebrows upar):
“Itni jaldi? Beta tune mujhe nahi puchha jana hai ki nahi…”

Gopal (thoda guilt + thoda beizzati se bachne wala look):
“Dekh Rahat… pass to full ho gaye. Chaar they.
Ek mera…”

Rahat sirf haan me sir hila deti hai.

“Ek mere pappa ka…”

Rahat ek halki si tired breath leti hai —
ye line woh Gopal se roz sun chuki hai.

“Ek Managing Director ka…”

Rahat under-the-breath:
“Haan obviously…”

Rahat:
“Aur chautha pass?”

Gopal (sharma kar):
“Chautha… Shreya ka.”

Rahat ka expression turant thoda ‘Seriously?’ wala ho jata hai.

Rahat (tone heavy hota hua):
“Kyaaa… Shreya?
Wo to mujhse junior hai, Gopal.
Pass to tujhe mujhe dena chahiye tha.”

Gopal (defensive):
“Yaar samjha kar na… main Shreya ke saath… you know…”

Rahat literally hansi rok nahi paati.
Ek sharp sa “Hah!” nikalta hai uske muh se.

Rahat (mazak udane wale tone me):
“Dekh mote… yeh ladki tere layak nahi.
Aur waise bhi, uska already ek bf hai.”

Gopal (shock + instant denial):
“Nahi hai! Wo uska best friend hai!”

Rahat (hand wave karte hue):
“Abey konse zamaane me jee raha?
Aajkal ladkiya best friend ko hi bf bana leti hain…
Aur unhi se apni saari needs puri karwa rahi —
paise ki, pyaar ki…
aur wo wali bhi.”

Gopal ka muh literally khula ka khula.
Ek second tak freeze rehta hai.

Rahat (threat-jaisi teasing):
“Ja ab pass le aa.
Warna show me bol dungi ki Radio Zindagi me vacancy khali hai…
Phir lete rehna is desh ke berozgaron ka interview.”

Gopal (panic mode):
“NAHI nahi yaar! Aisa mat kar.
Mere pappa ne bola hai —
ab koi bhasad nahi honi chahiye.
Itni mushkil se unhone station ki zimmedaari mujhe di hai…”

Rahat:
“Haan haan… nahi karungi.
Chal, ab jaldi kar. Pass leke aa.”

Gopal bilkul college ke bacche ki tarah “Ji yes ma’am” face banata hai
aur literally daudta hua cabin se nikal jata hai —
Shreya ke paas.

Rahat cabin me khadi hoti hai,
ek deep breath leti hai,
aur table ke kinare par ungliyon se halki tapping karti hai —
Gopal ke wapas aane ka wait karte hue.

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Update 28




VICKY KI PARTY – GRAND INTRO (CINEMATIC & POWERFUL)

Raat ka time.
City ke sabse posh area me ek huge bungalow, jiska har kona bright golden lights se chamak raha hai.
Gate ke bahar imported cars ki lambiii line —
Audi, BMW, Mercedes, Jaguar… ek se badhkar ek.

Security itni tight jaise kisi minister ki rally ho.
Black-suited guards, walkie-talkie, metal detectors —
sab kuch high-level.

Yeh party kisi aam ladke ki birthday ya casual get-together nahi thi…
Yeh Vicky ke father, Rajveer Singh Rathod, ki party thi —
jo apni nayi multi-million dollar deal foreign company ke saath announce kar rahe the.

Is deal ka matlab tha:
power
money
connections
aur ek aur rung unke already sky-high status ka.

Garden area puri tarah royal setup me sajaya gaya tha —
8-feet ke flower pillars, imported lights, live orchestra,
aur har jagah waiters noirs suits me champagne trays lekar ghoom rahe the.

Is party me kaun-kaun tha?

✔ Top businessmen
✔ Politicians ke sons & daughters
✔ Big builders
✔ Media ke big shots
✔ Social workers with influence
✔ 1–2 TV actresses
✔ Bollywood ke kuch notable faces
✔ Foreign delegates from the partner company

Sab log ek hi baat me impress ho rahe they —
Rathod family ki power, reach, influence…
aur unka paise se bada dil.

Vicky ka ghar aaj kisi international award night se kam nahi lag raha tha.
Aur iss ambience se ek hi baat clear hoti thi:

“Vicky koi aam rich boy nahi…
wo ek extremely powerful, deeply connected,
aur influential family ka ladka hai.”

Party abhi set ho rahi hai.
Lights thodi thodi dim ho rahi hain.
Orchestra shift ho kar DJ zone ki taraf ja raha hai.


ANISHA – VIDEO MEETING PREP SCENE (CINEMATIC, SOFT, TEAM VIBE)

Hostel ka kamra halka andhera, sirf ek warm table-lamp ki roshni.
Mirror ke saamne Anisha khadi thi — black satin gown uske body frame ko perfectly hug kar raha tha.
Off-shoulder, soft flowy fabric, thigh-slit — elegant but bold.
Baale loose waves me, ek side tuck, jisse uske collarbone aur zyada highlight ho rahi thi.
Face par natural nude makeup, eyes thodi smoky… aur lips soft pink.

Mirror ke saamne khadi Anisha
apne gale me ek delicate silver pendant pehn rahi thi,
tabhi phone stand par rakhe mobile par puri BEHEN_CODE team video call par dikh rahi thi.

Arti (screen par thodi serious tone me)
“Anisha, dhyaan rakhna. Be aware. Tumhe party me zaroor kuch na kuch information milegi.”

Anisha pendant adjust karti hai, ek deep breath leti hai.

Tabhi Anushka excited baby-like tone me boli,
“Baby… please mere gown ka khyaal rakhna.
Maine abhi tak ise ek baar bhi nahi pehna.”

Puri team hansi se phoot padti hai —
Rahat turant eyebrow utha kar bolti hai,
“Anu beta… masti nahi.”

Aur iss line ke saath hi sab fir se hasne lagti hain—
sirf Ishani ko chhod kar.

Ishani ka expression bilkul serious,
“Tum logon ko masti chadh rahi hai?
Yeh koi mazak ka waqt nahi hai.”

Arti haath uthakar sab ko shant karati hai,
“Bas, bas… focus.
Anisha jaise hi party start ho, tumhe bas normal behave karna hai… aur Vicky ke aas paas rehna hai.”

Anisha mirror me apni last look check karti hai —
pendant set, gown perfect, hair flawless.

Wo camera ki taraf seedhi dekh kar bolti hai,
“Promise.
Kuch bhi ho jaye… main zaroor information laungi.
Aur jitna ho sake, Vicky ke close rahungi.”

Team ek saath nod karti hai.
Video call ka screen dim hota hai…
aur Anisha ka reflection mirror me khud se ek chhoti si nervous smile deta hai.

KABEER & ANISHA — PARTY LEAVE SCENE (CINEMATIC, SOFT ROMANTIC TENSION)


Hostel ke bahar ek sleek white Swift khadi thi.
Music low volume par chal raha tha…
Aur Kabeer, black suit me, apne car ke side-mirror me khud ko hi check karta hua khada tha—
collar adjust… sleeves fold… hair flick.

Uska expression full “I look good” mode me tha
tabhi window par halki si knock.

Kabeer casually door kholo wala handle ghumata hai…

…aur jaisey hi bahar aata hai—

uske hosh literally ud jaate hain.

Uski aankhon me ek chamak, ek shock, ek smile sab ek saath aa jate hain.
Jaise kisi ne uske saamne pari materialize kar di ho.

Anisha.

Black satin gown.
Soft curls.
Silver pendant.
Confidence + elegance ka perfect combo.
Uski presence ne Kabeer ko poora freeze kar diya.

Kabeer ki aankhen blink karna bhool gayi.

Anisha—
halke irritation + flirty tone me
“Chutki.”

Chutki.
Aur Kabeer jaise zameen par wapas aa gaya.

Kabeer, awkward sa hansi rok kar—
“Haaann… chalte hai…
par kitna late kar diya tumne yaar!”

Anisha aankhon ko roll karti hai,
haath se gesture karke bolti hai,
“Party shuru hone me ek ghanta baaki hai… drama band karo.”

Dono front seats me baith jaate hain.
Car smooth glide hoti hai road par.

Kabeer steering par…
lekin uski nazar bar-bar side-mirror me ja rahi thi—
Anisha ko dekhne ke liye.
Uske expression me admiration itna real tha ki wo chhup bhi nahi paa raha tha.

Anisha casual but sharp tone me bolti hai,
“Bas, zyada over-acting nahi karni waha.
Mauka mile to information le lena.
Kisi ko pata nahi chalna chahiye ki hum kis liye aaye hain.”

Kabeer instantly serious mode me—
“Don’t worry.
Kisi ko kuch nahi pata chalega.”

Thoda pause…

“Main Vicky ke aas-paas rahunga…
aur tum uske dad ke paas.”

Anisha slow nod deti hai.
Car ka interior warm lights me glow karta hai…
aur dono ek silent understanding share karte hain—

PARTY SCENE — VICKY KI FAMILY KI POWER, ANISHA & KABEER IN POSITION


Party full swing me aa chuki thi.
Huge lawn, fairy lights, champagne counters, classical music, white-dressed waiters…
Sab jagah high-profile log.

Politicians.
Bollywood celebrities.
Foreign delegates.
Social workers.
Big businessmen.

Security itni tight ki gate se lekar lawn ke kone tak black-suited guards lines me khade the.


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Vicky ke father aur Vicky — Power presence

Lawn ke centre me Vicky aur uske father Mr. Rathod khud guest ko receive kar rahe the.

Rathod—
bade industrialist ka swagger,
har handshake me command.

Vicky—
PR smile me master,
har photo me charm.


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Anisha & Kabeer – Mission Mode

Party ke ek kone se
Anisha aur Kabeer silently environment observe kar rahe the.

Anisha ne halki si nazar ghumai…
aur ishara kiya us direction me jahan Vicky ke father khade the.

Kabeer dusri direction me Vicky ki taraf move hua.

Anisha slow steps me, crowd me gul-mil kar,
Rathod ke aas-paas pahunch gayi.


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Rathod & Mr. Chung — Asia’s Biggest Deal

Foreign delegations ke beech
Mr. Rathod jovially laugh karte hue bol rahe the—

“Mr. Chung, history will see what we’re planning.
Believe me… this is one of the India—
no, one of Asia’s biggest deals and projects.
We are inches close to this.”

Mr. Chung impressed lag raha tha.
Anisha yeh sab dhyan se sun rahi thi.


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Enter: Media Reporter Avantika

Crowd ke beech se ek bold voice:

“Mr. Rathod, ek sawal!”

Sabki nazar ek young confident reporter par padti hai—
Avantika.

Without hesitation:

“Aap Asia ki sabse badi deal me busy hain…
lekin news aa rahi hai ki jis project par aapne itna paisa lagaya hai,
usme kuch major errors hain.
Kya yeh sach hai?”

Rathod ka face ek second ke liye
anger se bhar uthta hai,
par crowd ki wajah se smile lagaye rakhta hai.

Chup rehta hai.
Chung ki taraf forced smile deta hai.

Avantika phir se:

“Agar project me errors hain to it could be harmful for everyone.
Aur jahan project ban raha hai… wahan ek badi local population pehle se rehti hai.
Unka kya?”


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Rathod’s controlled attack

Rathod neck tilt karta hai,
fake smile ke saath:

“Sunne me bahut kuch milta hai, Ms. Avantika…
humne bhi suna hai media kisi ki sagi nahi.
Aaj ek minister ki, kal kisi aur ki.
Godi me baithna to aap logon ka shauk hai.”

Crowd awkward ho jata hai.
Chung eyebrows raise kar leta hai.

Avantika still firm.

Rathod slow steps me uske paas aata hai…

Camera ke mic se door.
Logon ki awaazon ke beech halki si whisper—

**“Godi me baitho…

Lode par nahi…”**

Avantika ka face ekदम tight.

Uski aankhen shock aur gusse se bhar jaati hain.

Woh bina kuch bole
crowd se side hat jaati hai.

Rathod loud, thoda over-acted laugh karta hai—

“Hahaha! Media wale bhi na…”

Chung ko reassure karte hue atmoshphere normal banane lagta hai.


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Anisha — Hidden Observer

Sirf kuch feet door,
crowd me blend hokar
Anisha yeh sab sun chuki thi.

Uski aankhon me sharp focus—
yeh sirf deal nahi,
yeh scandal ka seed point lag raha tha.

Aur she was already trying to decoding…

Vicky — PR King Mode ON


Vicky ek hi waqt me
paparazzi, PR team aur apne doston se ghira hua tha.

Flashlights non-stop chal rahe the.
Models, influencers, B-grade TV actresses—
sab Vicky ke sath selfies and pose-shots ke liye line me.

Vicky stylish smile,
one hand pocket me,
ekdum effortless charm.

Door…
Kabeer quietly usko observe kar raha tha.
Uski aankhen crowd ke through bas Vicky par fix thi—
jaisa mission mode me ho.


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Vicky With His Boys

Vicky finally apne doston ke group me aata hai.

Ek dost already hyper mode me:

"Yaar… yeh actresses sach me itni HOT hoti hain kya?
Aur wo dekh— uska gown… uffff…
Hathiyar me harkat hone lag gayi."

Vicky loudly hans padta hai—

"Hahaha! Bas beta?
Itne me hi charge ho gaya?
Thoda wait kar… dilwa dunga tujhe bhi."

Group me sab ek dusre ko push karte hue
dirty comedy tone me hansi crack karte hain.


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Spotlight Shift — THE BMW

Tabhi…

Gate ke side ek premium BMW brake maar ke rukti hai.
Ekdam smooth style me.

Aur bas—

Trrr-trrr-trrr!
Media cameras ka sound waha se toot padta hai.

Paparazzi literally
models, influencers sabko chhod kar
BMW ki taraf bhaag padte hain.

Light beams, camera flashes, mic logos—
sab ek hi direction me.

Party ka poora attention
ek hi second me
“choti moti models” se hat kar
BMW ki arrival par jam jaata hai.

Vicky ke doston ki baatein ruk jaati hain.
Vicky bhi apni glass uthakar
thoda sa nazar utha kar
BMW ko dekhne lagta hai…

“Ab aaya asli show.”
uske face ka expression kuch aisa hi tha.


● SCENE — SHEFALI’s Grand Entry

Sab cameras ke flashlights ekdum storm ki tarah
black BMW par toot padi.

Paparazzi aur guests
charo taraf se gaadi ko gher lete hain…

Tabhi elite security ka squad
crowd ko piche dhakel kar
ek royal entry lane banata hai.

BMW ka door khulta hai.

Pehle ek elegant feminine hand bahar aata hai—
long satin gloves me,
diamond ring ki sparkle camera lens me tik jaati hai.

Fir heels…
aur ek poised step outside.

Aur agla pal—

Crowd me se shor:

"OH MY GOD… SHE’S SHEFALI!"

Poore event ka hawa ka rukh badal jaata hai.

SHEFALI —
Bollywood ki current most expensive, most in-demand,
most untouchable superstar —
camera ke focus me slow motion me ubhar rahi thi.

Golden off-shoulder evening gown,
figure-hugging, high-slit,
every step me ek hypnotic grace…
pura party uski taraf magnet jaisa khinch raha tha.

Papparazzi uske sath-sath chalne lagte hain
jaise koi royal procession ho.

Rathod,
jo abhi Mr. Chung se business talk me involved tha,
door se hi crowd ka direction change hota dekh leta hai.

"Shefali ma’am… Shefali ma’am… one picture please!"
— reporters cheekh kar raasta banate hote.

Rathod ke chehre par ek confident,
thoda proud, thoda smug smile aa jati hai.

Sirf Shefali ka naam sunte hi
uske expression me ek alag hi excitement thii—
aesa jaisa kisi bade power-player ko
dusre power-player ki entry ka ehsaas ho gaya ho.

Aur sach kahen to—
sirf uski nahi,
pure desh ka aadha male population
Shefali ka fan tha.

Shefali
camera flashes ke beech,
perfect posture me
Rathod ki taraf aage badh rahi thi…

Aisa lag raha tha
jaise party ka asli showstopper abhi-abhi stage par aaya ho.

Golden gown ki shimmer,
uske confident strides,
aur cameras ka nonstop blast —
party ki energy ekdum high voltage ho chuki thi.

Lawn ki halki si roshni, kam hoti bheed, aur Shefali ke andar jaate hi shift hua spotlight — bas yahi backdrop tha jab agla scene khulta hai…



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SCENE CONTINUES — PARTY LAWN

Rathod abhi bhi Shefali ke glamorous entry ke charm se nikla nahi tha. Jaise hi wo uske saamne aata hai, Shefali apni signature smile ke saath haath badhati hai.

Rathod (soft, thoda flirtate tone me):
“Welcome, Shefali… Finally, you’re here.”

Shefali halka sa bow karti hai,
“Pleasure, Mr. Rathod.”

Rathod, Chung ki taraf mud kar:
“He’s Chung… Our international partner.”

Chung khushdili se haath milata hai,
“Big fan of your work, Miss Shefali.”

Shefali ek classy sa smile deti hai.
Rathod aur Shefali ek dusre ke paas lean hoke kuch halka sa kuch kehte hain… kuch personal, kuch cheeky… aur dono ke honth par ek subtle si hasi aa jati hai.

Crowd cameras ke saath Shefali ki har ek move capture karne ko bechain tha. Rathod Shefali ko gently indicate karta hai:

“Let me take you inside… everyone’s waiting.”

Shefali slow walk ke saath Rathod ke saath andar chali jati hai, aur behind them ―
poori bheed jaise ek wave ki tarah unke peeche andar ki taraf ghus jati hai.

Ab lawn noticeably khaali, thoda sa quiet ho chuka tha.


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ISMEEANWHILE — LAWN, CORNER SIDE

Kam bheed ke beech, Anisha aur Kabeer ek dusre se door khade hone ke bawajood ek glance exchange karte hain.
Dono ki aankhon me ek hi sawaal tha:

“Kuch pata chala?”
(Par bina words bole unhone samajh liya ki jawab abhi bhi ‘no’ hi hai.)

Tabhi pichhe se ek tray le kar ek waitress Anisha ke paas se guzarti hai.
Sifrat ek casual line, lekin familiar tone:

“Meri mulgi… kya hot lagri na?”

Anisha turant ghoomti hai —
Waitress ke kapde, cap, apron… lekin chehra?

Aaji.

Anisha ke chehre pe ek instant, relief bhari muskurahat aa jati hai.

Anisha (halki hasi ke saath):
“Aaji tu yaha? Aur yeh kya get-up hai?”

Aaji aankh dabati hai:
“Tujha Arti madam ne bhejla. Bola ‘Anisha ka dhyaan rakh.’
Islay yeh roop dharlela. Ekdum set na?”

Anisha ke tense shoulders clearly relax ho chuke the.

Aaji tray ko adjust karte hue kehti hai:
“Ghoomun pahije… pahije paahije. Ekda pahije bagh… tithun kon aalaay.”

Anisha apni nazar Aaji ke indicate kiye direction me karti hai — food counter.

Aur waha…

Rahat ek plate pakde, ek garma-garam chicken leg piece ko bada hi dedication ke saath kha rahi hoti hai.

Anisha ke muh se halka sa “ufff” type laugh nikal jata hai.
Door se Rahat bhi Anisha se aankh milati hai… aur dono hansi rok nahi pati.

Is pure moment me, un dono ka humour ek second ke liye saare tension ko dhundla deta hai.


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BUT… KABEER SIDE

Thoda door khada Kabeer yeh sab observe karta hai —
Anisha ek waitress se itni comfortably baat kar rahi hai… ise kya ho gaya or
Phir ye chicken corner dekh kar kyu hans rahi hai....

Uske chehre par confusion clearly likha hota hai:

“Yeh kya ho raha hai? Yeh log hain kaun?”

Kuch samajh nahi aa raha.
Kuch connect nahi ho raha.

Aur yahi confusion —
ab story me uske role ko aur crucial banane wala hai…

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Update 29



Lawn ka corner jaha food counter laga tha — thodi der pehle tak jahan bheed thi, ab waha sirf halki lights aur barbeque ki khushboo reh gayi thi. Rahat ek side chicken leg piece ko puri shaanti aur dedication ke saath kha rahi thi, jaise duniya me aur koi tension ho hi na.

Anisha aur Aaji uski taraf badhte hain.

Rahat jaise hi unhe dekhti hai, mushkil se chicken ka bite nigalte hue bolti hai:

Rahat (muffled voice me):
“Aree… tumlog aagai? Kuch pata laga kya?”

Anisha uske haath me chicken leg ko dekh kar literally ek second rukti hai…
Rahat ke completely-food-focused expression ko notice karti hai…
Aur uske chehre pe ek light relaxation wali smile aa jati hai.

Anisha (soft, thoda tease tone me):
“Haan… shayad.”

Rahat chicken ko side me karta hai jaise finally yaad aaya ho ki wo mission pe bhi hai.

Isi waqt Kabeer un teenon ki taraf aata hai.
Uski aankhon me abhi bhi wahi confusion — aur curiosity — dono saath-saath.

Wo teenon ko ek saath dekh kar thoda awkwardly rukta hai,
jaise poochna chahta ho ki “Tum log yaha kya kar rahe ho, aur kaun ho?”
par keh nahi pata.

Aaji apni tray ko seedha karte hue Kabeer ko ek upar se neeche tak inspect karti hai,
jaise silently bol rahi ho:
“Yeh kon navra aayla re?”

Lekin iss pal ka core —
Anisha ka woh “haan shayad” —
Rahat ko samajh aa chuka tha:


Party hall ke andar music thoda slow tha, light elegant, aur crowd ab celebrity–centric zone me shift ho chuka tha. Iss sab ke beech Avantika ek corner me apni media team ke do logon ke saath खड़ी थी — ek haath me drink ka glass, dusre me mobile, aur chehre par clearly irritation.

Uska mood abhi bhi Rathod ke cheap whisper ke baad bigda hua tha.
She was angry… insulted… aur upar se sabko normal behave bhi karna tha.

Wahi waqt — crowd ko halka side karte hue —
Anisha aur Rahat uski taraf chal kar aati hain.

Avantika un dono ko dekhti hai.
Ek unfamiliar si curiosity uski aankhon me:

Aankhen halki si narrow…
Glass slow swipe ke sath upar uthta…
Expression exactly yeh keh raha tha—

“Tum dono… kaun?”

Anisha aur Rahat ek pal ke liye ek dusre ko dekh kar halki si smile share karti hain.
No introduction, no words…
Bas ek confident, composed si smile —
jaise keh rahi ho:

“Hum us category me aate hain jinke bare me tum jaanti nahi ho…
par soon you will.”

Scene yahin freeze hota hai —
teen ladkiyan, ek tense atmosphere,
aur ek silent aankhon ki conversation

Avantika ka glass abhi bhi uske haath me tha, par uska focus poora Anisha aur Rahat par shift ho chuka tha.

Rahat ek step aage badhti hai.
Apne clutch se quietly ek slim black-lanyard ID nikalti hai —
ID bilkul professional, government-grade seal jaisa look…
Aur woh sirf ek second ke liye Avantika ko dikhati hai.

Avantika ki aankhon me shock ka halka jhatka.
Expression bas ek pal ke liye freeze hota hai.

Phir Rahat aur bhi paas jhuk kar,
bilkul uske kaan ke kareeb,
slow… steady… confidential tone me kuch bolti hai.

Avantika ka face pal bhar me hi serious ho jata hai.
Uski aankhon ka attitude dissolve…
aur uski jagah ek sharp professional acknowledgement aa jati hai.

Woh seedhe Rahat ki aankhon me dekhti hai…
Aur silently sir haan me hilati hai.

Next moment —
Rahat apna haath extend karti hai.
Avantika ek composed handshake karti hai.

Phir Anisha bhi apna hand forward karti hai —
Avantika uska bhi handshake karti hai,
is baar ek respectful nod ke saath.

Jaise hi handshake end hota hai—

DHAMMMM!
Speakers me heavy drum beat girti hai.

Pura hall ekdum se light-flashes me blink karta hai.
DJ track shift —
party ka entire vibe high-energy mode me convert ho jata hai.

Lasers, bass, drumline…
Crowd ki body ek saath move hone lagti hai.

Aur is beat ke beech —
Rahat aur Anisha silently Avantika se door nikal jaati hain,
jaise koi mission silently green-lit ho chuka ho.

Lawn ke andar jo VIP corridor tha, waha lights thodi dim aur golden hue me glow kar rahi thi.
Camera smoothly zoom in karta hai —
straight on Shefali, Rathod, Mr. Chung, aur Chung ke 3 elite staff jo black suits me khade the, apne tablets me notes check karte huye.

Shefali apne signature grace ke saath un sab ke beech khadi thi —
golden gown ki shine spotlight me aur bhi intense lag rahi thi.
Uske aas paas professional perfume ka ek noticeable aura…
Pure frame me woh hi highlight thi.

Chung ek polite smile ke saath glass raise karta hai
aur bolta hai,

“Ms. Shefali, your presence made this party more vibing.”

Uske staff bhi halka sa bow karte hain, jaise Shefali kisi royal celebrity ho.

Rathod, jo abhi tak Shefali ko side-eye se admire kar raha tha,
hans kar bolta hai,

“Yes, Chung… she’s India’s number one actress right now.
She’s in demand, she has glamour…
and we are very glad that she came here for us.”

Shefali politely smile karti hai,
cheeks par soft glow…
but Rathod ki nazar us smile se zyada Uski skin aur curves par hoti hai.

Next moment —

Rathod thoda sa lean karta hai,
itna close ki camera ko bhi angle shift karna padta hai.
Woh apni voice drop karke
Shefali ke bilkul kaan ke paas bolta hai:

“Budha tharak par chadh raha hai…
aap yaha se kahi aur hoke aaiye.”

Shefali ka expression ek second ke liye blank…
phir woh subtle sa forced smile deti hai —
wo smile jisme professionalism bhi tha
aur irritation bhi.

Woh seedhe hoti hai,
apne perfectly defined collarbone ko adjust karti hai
aur Chung ki taraf courteously bolti hai,

“Excuse me.”

Chung politely nod karta hai.
Chung ke staff instantly side ho jaate hain
jaise unhe pata ho Shefali ki har movement VIP protocol hai.

Shefali slow steps me corridor se nikal jaati hai —
gown ka golden fabric peeche trail hota hua,
cameras uske peeche slowly pan karte hue.

Rathod uske jaane ko dekhta hai
ek smug aur thoda lust-filled expression ke saath,

Party ka central dance-floor bright purple aur blue lights me pulse kar raha tha.
Music loud tha, crowd wild…
aur usi bheed me Vicky apne group ke beech superstar jaise khada tha.

Anisha aur Rahat thoda distance maintain karke uske kareeb aa jaati hain—
itna paas ki uski har harkat clearly dekh sake,
itna door ki koi unhe notice na kare.

Rahat ke haath me ek mocktail ka glass tha,
Anisha pretend kar rahi thi ki woh bas ambience enjoy kar rahi ho…
lekin dono ki eyes sirf Vicky par.

Dusri taraf,
Kabeer ek pillar ke sahare khada tha—
ekदम focused.
Uski nazar ek second ke liye bhi Vicky se nahi hat rahi thi.

Vicky apne hardcore party gang ke saath ghera hua tha—
models, dancers, PR girls, party influencers…
sab uske aas paas dance kar rahe the,
drink pour kar rahe the,
aur Vicky har second ka maza le raha tha.

Tabhi Vicky ek cigaret halka sa tilt karta hai
aur apne dosto ki taraf dekhkar zyada loud tone me bolta hai:

“Bolo saalon… kiski loge aaj raat?
Jispe ungli rakho…
wo tumhare niche.”

Uska pura group ek vulgar si hansi me phat padta hai.
Glasses clash hote hain,
aur ek dost—Rohit—dance floor ki taraf ungli karke bolta hai:

“Bhai… woh wali.”

Camera pan hota hai—
ek dancer, red shimmer outfit me, sharp movements ke saath perform kar rahi thi.
Uska dance bold tha, confidence next level.

Vicky ek dangerous smirk deta hai
aur us dancer ko finger wave se bulata hai.

Dancer music me hi ek sensual spin lekar Vicky ke kareeb aati hai
aur uske bilkul paas lean hoti hai.

Vicky uske kaan ke bilkul kareeb
slow voice me kuch bolta hai…
Awaaz nahi sunai deti,
sirf lips ke movement dikhte hain.

Dancer ek naughty, knowing smile deti hai…
jaise deal seal ho chuki ho.

Phir wo Vicky ke galle par softly ek kiss deti hai—
public me, bina sharm ke.

Uske baad woh table se ek expensive drink bottle uthaati hai,
uski waist sway karti hui
VIP indoor corridor ki taraf chali jaati hai…
wahi part jaha side rooms iss waqt khaali the.

Vicky usse jaate hue dekh kar ek victorious expression deta hai
jaise “done… next.”

Anisha aur Rahat door se ye sab sequence
silent observation me note kar rahi theen.

Rahat ki aankhon me shock ka halka sa shadow…
Anisha ke chehre par tension.

Party ka bass-heavy music aur neon lights ekdum wild ho chuke the…
Vicky ab full vibe mode me tha.
Uske dosto ne use itni drinks pila di thi ki
ab uski aankhon me halka sa nasha clearly dikh raha tha.

Vicky har dusre minute ek new glass uthata,
aur uske dost chedte hue bolte—
“Chal bhai, bottoms up!”

Tabhi uske peeche se ek aawaz aati hai—
thodi heavy, thodi chipchipi:

“Hey Vicky, my boy… kaisa hai yaar!”

Vicky palat kar dekhta hai
aur uske dosto ke chehre par smirk aa jata hai.

Khanna.
Wahi Khanna…
jisne uss ladki ko casting couch me phasane ki koshish ki thi.

Anisha ka dil ek second ko jump karta hai—
uska face turant neeche chal jata hai,
baal uske cheeks pe gir jate hain
taaki Khanna usse pehchaan na le.

Rahat bhi instantly alert ho jaati hai.

Khanna aate hi Vicky ko zor se gale lagata hai:

“I’m fine uncle… aap kaise ho?”
Vicky thoda awkward sa smile deta hai.

Vicky hansi ke saath bolta hai,
“Chalo jaise bhi ho… aaj kya khyaal hai? Ho jaaye ek round?
Important maal hai… aisa kabhi nahi pela hoga apne"

Khanna ki aankhon me ek gandi si lustful shine aa jati hai.

Vicky apni drink ghoomata hua smirk deta hai,
lekin Khanna turant panic mode me:

“Nahi nahi beta… abhi nahi.
Meghna yaha hi kahin hogi.
Agar beech me bula liya to saara maza—
you know na…”

Meghna.
Khanna ki beti.
Uska naam sunte hi Vicky ke chehre ka expression badal jata hai—
ek second ko excitement…
phir woh khud ko force kar ke calm rakhta hai.

Vicky glass ko halka sa tilt karta hai:
“Are uncle… kuch nahi hoga.
Aadha ghanta… bas.”

Phir Vicky dance floor me ek aur ladki ki taraf ishara karta hai—
red slit gown me ek bold dancer.

Wo dancer slow walk me aati hai,
Vicky ke kaan me lean karke ke exactly boli baate imitate karti hai,
aur phir Khanna ka haath pakad leti hai.

Khanna hichkichata hai:
“Arre nahi beta… nahi yaar… Meghna—”

Lekin dancer uska haath zor se kheech kar
VIP rooms corridor ki taraf le jaati hai.
Security unke liye rasta clear kar deti hai.

Khanna bas peeche mud kar helpless nazar se Vicky ko dekhta rehta hai—
lekin dancer use andar le hi jaati hai.

Khanna ke gayab hote hi
Vicky ek aur drink ka glass ek hi sip me finish kar deta hai.

Phir ek deep exhale…

Aur uski zubaan se low voice me nikalta hai:

“Meghnaaaa…”

Scene Continue — Club, Loud Music, Flashing Lights

Vicky apna glass zooor se wahi patak deta hai — CLINK!
Anisha aur Rahat dono ek dusre ko dekhti hain.

Rahat: "Samajhne me kuch hi pal lagenge… chal, Vicky ke पीछे!"
Anisha turant Kabir ko aankhon se ishara karti hai — “Follow us.”
Kabir hawa me halka सा sir hila deta hai aur teenon bheed me ghul-mil kar Vicky ka pichha karte hain.


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CUT TO – Dance Floor Side

Door se ek girls group nazar aata hai— neon lights me jagmagata hua…
Waha sab ladkiyan party anthem par jump kar rahi hain, selfies, reels, laughter…

Unhi ke beech — 22-23 saal ki ek khoobsurat ladki,
Black one-piece skirt,
Silver choker,
Wrist par elegant bracelet,
Perfect winged eyeliner,
Confidence se bhari body language…

Ye thi: MEGHNA KHANNA — Mr. Khanna ki beti.

Meghna beat ke flow me khoob dance kar rahi hai, spotlight uske upar pad rahi hai.
Lights ka colour pink se blue switch hota hai — uska charm aur bhi intense lag raha hai.

Tabhi… peeche se thoda ladkhadate hue Vicky aata hai.
Girls group hooting karta hai—

“Oyyyyy hero! Come onnn!”

Vicky unke izhaar ka maza leta hai.
Meghna usse pehle se jaanti hai — toh usko dekhte hi smile kar deti hai.

Vicky dance floor me ghuskar Meghna ke saath beat pick kar leta hai.
Meghna comfort se uske kareeb aa jati hai — dono ke motions synced.
Vicky uske ear ke paas jaake kuch bolta hai — Meghna sirf smirk karti hai aur dance continue.


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CUT TO – Crowd ke beech Anisha & Rahat

Dono Vicky ko dhundhte hue crowd me zig-zag kar rahi hoti hain.

Tabhi Rahat ka phone vibrate karta hai.
Screen par naam chamakta hai — ARTI CALLING…

Rahat ek pal ko rukti hai, phir Anisha ko haath se signal karti hai — “Wait.”

Woh loud music se thoda door jaati hai, corner me jaakar call receive karti hai.

Rahat (low tone): “Haan Arti… bol…”

Camera Anisha par — uske chehre par concern + curiosity.
Woh dur se Rahat ke facial expressions decode karne ki puri koshish karti hai.

But…

Suddenly… Rahat ki aankhon me ek spark aata hai.
Ek idea.
Ek twist.
Ek devil smile.

Rahat turant Arti se kehti hai—

“Arti… thodi der baad call karti hoon. Bahut zaruri kaam mil gaya.”
Aur bina explanation diye call cut kar deti hai.

Rahat party light me wapas aati hai —
Face par full-on mischievous grin.

Anisha (suspicious): “Kya hua? Kaun thi?”

Rahat Anisha ke kandhe par haath rakhti hai…

Rahat (devil smile, hushed tone):
“Anisha… game abhi interesting hone wala hai.”

Drum beat suddenly drops heavy.
Party music switch hota hai.
Lights ka tempo double ho jata hai.

Scene freeze…
Camera Vicky + Meghna par zoom-in…

BEHEN_CODE — Mission Vicky: LEVEL UP.

[Greenwood]

Update 30



Scene Continue — High Tension Build-Up

Rahat Anisha ke bilkul kareeb aati hai —
Music, lights, crowd… sab kuchh background me dheere dheere mute hota hua.

Rahat (serious, urgent):
“Anisha… tum Kabeer ke saath Vicky ke peeche jao.
Bas yaad rahe— Meghna ko kuch bhi nahi hona chahiye.”

Anisha zara tense ho kar poochti hai—
“Par tu karne kya wali hai?”

Rahat ek chalak, confident smirk ke saath kehti hai—
“Bas… main abhi aayi.”

Anisha kuch bol paaye, usse pehle hi Rahat lightning speed me bheed me ghul ke gaayab ho jaati hai.

Anisha (calling out): “Rahat! Rahat ruk—!”

But Rahat already vanish.

Usi waqt Kabeer Anisha ke paas aa jata hai.

Kabeer: “Tumhari dost kahan gayi?”

Anisha (controlled urgency): “Chalo. Time nahi hai.”

Aur dono Vicky ki direction me move karte hain.


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CUT TO — Dance Floor ke paas

Anisha aur Kabeer bheed ko push karte hue dance area ke edge tak pahunchte hain.

Tabhi… unki nazar upar jaati hai.

Vicky ekdum kareeb se Meghna ko kandhe ka sahara dekar stairs ki taraf le ja raha hota hai.
Meghna ke footsteps unstable… aankhen heavy… clearly nashe me.

Anisha ek sec ke liye freeze ho jaati hai, phir Kabeer ki taraf dekhte hue—

Anisha: “Rahat sahi keh rahi thi…”

Dono ek dusre ko glance exchange karte hain — concern, confusion, fear.

Aur bina ek second waste kiye Vicky ke piche kadam badha dete hain, stairs ki taraf rush karte hue.

Anisha ke kaan me Rahat ki voice echo hoti hai—

“Meghna ko kuch hone nahi dena.”

Yeh line uske andar fire jala deti hai.
Woh literally sprint karne lagti hai, speed double.

Lekin tab tak…
Vicky Meghna ko lekar stairs chadh chuka hota hai… upar ke dark corridor me.


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CUT TO — Upper Floor, Dim Lights, Long Corridor

Kabeer aur Anisha upar pahuchte hi dekhte hain—
Vicky kahi dikhai nahi de raha.

Doors dono sides par line me…
Hallway quiet… sirf neeche se bass ka thump aa raha.

Dono ek ek karke rooms check karna shuru kar dete hain.

Same time… ek darwaza open hota hai.

Door corridor ke end se Vicky ke 3 dost aate hain—
Laal aankhein, cheap grin, vulgar mood.

Anisha aur Kabeer unhe dekh kar apne steps slow kar lete hain…
Aur unki baatein sunne lagte hain.

Unme se ek ladka tharki hansi chhodkar kehta hai—

“Bhai yaar… Vicky ke toh aish hai!”
“Khanna ki woh hot beti… kya mast maal lag rahi hai yaar.”

Dusra has kar—
“Aur nasha bhi proper chadha hua hai usko… aaj Vicky full maza lene wala hai.”

Teesra, sabse zyada ganda muskurata hua—
“Aur subah tak use kuch yaad bhi nahi hoga… kitne dhakke khaye usne… hahaha… it’s gonna be fun tonight!”

Unki hansi corridor me echo hoti hai… disgusting, dirty.

Camera Anisha aur Kabeer ke chehre par zoom—

Shock. Rage. Concern. Fear. All at once.

Kabeer ke fists tighten.
Anisha ki aankhon me panic flash hota hai.

Dono ek dusre ko dekhte hain — ek silent agreement.
“Meghna danger me hai.”


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Meanwhile… Downstairs

Rahat crowd me tezi se ghoom rahi hoti hai — kisi ko dhundhte hue.

Tabhi uska shoulder kisi se takraata hai —
Aaji.

Aaji: “Arre beta, tum log abhi gaye nahi?”

Rahat apni tezz saanso ko control karti hai.

Rahat: “Aaji… Avantika dikhi kahin?”

Aaji: “Kaun Avantika? Hua kya? Pehle yeh bata—”

Rahat uska haath pakad leti hai—

Rahat: “Chaliye. Aapko sab batati hoon. Pehle usse dhundhna hai.”

Dono bheed me ghus kar Avantika ko search karna shuru karte hain.


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Tension rising on both ends.
Mission about to explode.

Scene Continue — Tension Max, Stakes Highest

UPSTAIRS — DARK CORRIDOR | CLOSE TO THE FINAL ROOM

Anisha aur Kabeer corridor ke end tak aate hain.
Lights dull… music neeche se echo… hawa me ek uneasy silence.

Anisha (slow whisper): “Yahi hoga… last room.”

Kabeer darwaza pakad kar ek jhatke me kholne wala hota hai—

Kabeer (urgent, angry):
“Anisha move! Us ladki ke paas time nahi hai!”

Anisha (blocking him):
“Ruko! Bas… kuch seconds… Rahat bas aane wali hai.”

Kabeer: “Are you MAD? Vicky nashe me hai, Meghna nashe me hai, andar—”

Anisha (firm, controlled):
“I said WAIT!”

Kabeer frustration me apne baal pakad leta hai… lekin rukna padta hai.


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CUT TO DOWNSTAIRS — CROWD, FLASHING LIGHTS, CHAOS

Rahat finally Avantika ko dekh leti hai.

Avantika apna bag utha chuki hoti hai. Eyes red, expression defeated.
Clearly — she’s done with this party.

Woh exit ki taraf chalti hai—

Rahat (catching her wrist): “Avantika! Ruko!”

Avantika (irritated):
“HEY! Kya kar rahi ho? Chhodo mera haath!”

Rahat use kheench kar ek kone me le jaati hai, urgency her face par clear.

Rahat:
“Please… sorry. But it’s an emergency!”

Avantika (fed up, almost crying):
“Mujhe ghar jaana hai, Rahat!
Aaj is party me mujhe bas zillat mili hai. Bas!”

Rahat:
“Please… we need your help.”

Avantika:
“NO. Kal office me aake milo.”

Woh palat kar chal padti hai.

Tabhi… Aaji ek bada sa emotional injection lagati hai—

Aaji:
“Ek ladki ki izzat ka sawal ho sakta hai…!”

Avantika ke steps slow.

Rahat softly, but deadly serious—

Rahat:
“Shayad tumhari zindagi ki sabse badi news bhi ho…”

Avantika ruk jaati hai.
Deep inhale.
Slowly palat kar Rahat ko dekhti hai.

Avantika: “Kya chal raha hai…?”


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CUT TO UPSTAIRS — TENSE WAITING

Kabeer aur Anisha ke beech argument continues.

Kabeer:
“Main andar jaa raha hoon. Us ladki ko—”

Anisha: “Kabeer please! Just trust Rahat!”

Tabhi—
Anisha ka phone vibrate hota hai.
Screen par naam:

> RAHAT calling…



Anisha aur Kabeer ekdum freeze.


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MONTAGE (HIGH BEAT MUSIC, DRUMS, BASE BUILD-UP)

Rahat jaldi jaldi sidhiya chadhte hue.

Avantika uske just peeche — heels tik-tik, angry but coming.

Last me Aaji — slow par determined look.

Neeche crowd me rave lights, DJ drop, dancers screaming.

Upar Anisha aur Kabeer tense wait me… backward glances… corridor silent… ek pal ek saal jaisa lag raha.


Montage abruptly cuts.


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FINAL CUT — ALL 5 AT THE DOOR

Rahat aur Avantika daud kar aate hain, Aaji unke peeche.

Anisha ke chehre par hope ka spark.

Avantika (breathless, angry):
“Kaha hai wo sala bastard?”

Anisha silently darwaze ki taraf ishara karti hai.

Kabeer aage badhta hai —
Iss baar sidha kick maarne ke ready.

LEKIN…

CORRIDOR MEIN EK AUR DOOR OPEN HOTA HAI

Vicky ke kuch dost andar se nikalte hain —
Oh-so-proud, vulgar grin ke saath…
Apne baal theek karte hue… cheap satisfaction se bhare hue.

Dost 1:
“Sali ka chucha dekh… kitna tight hai!”

Dost 2:
“Aaj Vicky ise dhila kar dega… hahaha!”

Dost 3 (condom packet wave karte hue):
“Saale ne chocolate condom mangaya tha!
In ameeron ke shauk dekho… chudai me bhi flavour chahiye!”

Sab dost hansi hansi me corridor cross kar jate hain, seedhiya ki taraf.

Silence. Dead silence.

Anisha.
Aaji.
Kabeer.
Rahat.
Avantika.

Sabke faces par ek hi sawaal—

“Agar Vicky is room me hai...
to is wale room me KAUN tha?”

Camera slowly door ke upar wale faint red sign par zoom —

VIP Room – 7
Lights flicker.

Scene Continue — INT. VIP ROOM – NIGHT

Corridor me sab ke chehre freeze — shock, anger, disbelief ek saath.

Kabeer apne daaton ko bhich kar, fumes me—

Kabeer:
“Tum sabko jo karna hai karo…
main us ladki ko bachane ja raha hoon.
Ab nahi ruk sakta!”

Wo seedha daud padta hai VIP Room – 7 ki taraf.

Anisha, Rahat aur Aaji turant uske piche sprint karte hain.

Avantika ek pal ke liye ruk kar peeche wale room ki taraf dekhti hai…
Uski aankhon me ek suspicion… fear… aur ek journalist ka instinct.

Phir wo mud kar baaki sabke sath daudti hai.


---

AT THE DOOR

Kabeer full speed me door ke paas pohonchta hai.
Kick maarne ko ready hota hi hai—

Avantika apne purse se mini handicam nikal leti hai.
Compact, professional, always loaded.

Avantika (under her breath):
“Let’s end this bastard tonight.”

THUD!!!

Kabeer ka kick darwaze ko ek jhatke me tod deta hai.
Wood crack… hinges break… door andar gir jata hai.

Sab ek hi moment me andar storm karte hain—


---

INSIDE THE ROOM

Dim warm lights… bed ka white sheet crumpled…
Table par empty glasses… condoms… tissues…
Air me cheap body spray + alcohol ki smell.

Aur beech me—

VICKY.

Upper body completely nude.
Pants half open.
Sweaty.
Stunned expression.

Bed par — Meghna Khanna, behosh.
Eyes rolled.
Strap slip ho chuka.
Dress half torn.
Bilkul hosh me nahi.

Vicky Meghna ke bilkul paas letkar kuch karne hi wala hota hai
ki door tootne ki awaaz se ekdum jump maar kar baith jata hai.

Vicky:
“What the f— WHO THE HELL ARE—”

Uski awaaz freeze ho jaati hai jab woh sab ko dekhta hai.


---

THE GIRLS & KABEER BURST INSIDE

Anisha fastest reaction deti hai — bed ki taraf daudti hai.
Rahat turant uske sath.

Dono Meghna ko utha kar cover karti hain ek big blanket se,
jise corner me fall gaya tha.

Aaji Meghna ka sir pakad kar check karti hai—

Aaji:
“Pulse theek hai… behosh hai…”

Kabeer aage badh kar Vicky ke saamne khada ho jata hai,
fists tight… anger boiling.


---

AVANTIKA — THE PREDATOR MODE

Avantika seedha camera Vicky ke face par zoom karti hai.

Avantika (recording, cold anger):
“Presenting…
Rathod Empire ka laadle beta —
VICKY RATHOD.
Live caught attempting assault on an unconscious girl.
Mr. Vicky… kuch kehna chahoge?”

Vicky haath se camera ko block karta hai—
face chhupane ki desperate koshish.

Vicky (shouting):
“BAND KAR YEH CAMERA MADERCHOD
YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHO I AM!
I’LL DESTROY—” BEHEN KE LODO SALE... RANDI KE BACHO

Avantika:
“Oh I know exactly who you are.
Aur aaj duniya bhi jaan jayegi.
Ki haramzada koun hai


---

VICKY LOSING CONTROL

Vicky blanket me covered Meghna ko dekh kar
ek second ke liye panic me aa jata hai.

Vicky:
“YEH SAB GAIR-KANOONI HAI!
YOU ALL ARE TRESPASSING!
Main case kar dunga—”

Avantika zoom in aur kareeb jaati hai—

Avantika:
“Case?
it's better to get some tips from your father...

Vicky ka gussa ab desperation me badalne lagta hai.

Vicky:
“CHUP KAR RANDI SALI
CAMERA BAND KAR BEHENCHOD
Main kuch nahi kar raha tha!
Yeh ladki… yeh toh—”

Kabeer (explodes):
“BAS! EK SHABD AUR BOLA TO MUH TOD DUNGA!”

Kabeer ek step aage badhta hai.
Vicky peeche hat kar apna muh phir se chhupata hai.


---

THE PICTURE NOW

• Meghna unconscious & covered.
• Anisha aur Rahat uska pulse check kar rahi.
• Aaji water dab ke uske mouth pe chhidak rahi.
• Kabeer Vicky ko corner kar raha.
• Avantika continuous record mode me — voice steady, cold, lethal.

Aur Vicky…
poora ka poora trapped.

Scene Continue — Cinematic, Tense, Fast-Paced

Kabeer ke punch ke baad Vicky ek second ke liye hil jata hai…
Kabeer dobara uske collar pakadkar khinchta hai—

Kabeer: “Tu samajhta kya hai Meghana ko… haan?!”

Vicky uska haath jhatak deta hai, ek zor ka shove deta hai aur dono ke beech hathapai shuru ho jaati hai.
Table girti hai, ek glass toot kar floor par bikhar jaata hai. Background music ek dum ruk gaya hai — sirf unke girne, takraane ki awaazein.

Vicky desperation me Kabeer ko shoulder se push karta hai, phir ek sharp move me duck karta hai,
Uski body language clear thi — bhagna hai.

Kabeer uske peeche daudta hai lekin Vicky corner se deewar ke sahare se bach nikalta hai or sidiyon ki taraf bhaag jaata hai. Vicky neeche utar kar bheed me gaayab.

Kabeer gusse me haath jod kaar aawaaz deta hai:
“Rahattt! Woh bhaag gaya!”

CUT TO — RAHAT
Jo ek dum active mode me aa chuki thi — aankhon me sharp focus, voice steady but commanding.

Rahat: “Sab log attention please!
Vicky yaha se bhaag gaya hai… lekin woh apni security lekar wapas yahi aayega.
Humaare paas zyada waqt nahi hai.
Abhi.
Jaldi karo. Yaha se niklo!”

Sab log sirf ek second uski awaaz ki authority ko feel karte hain… phir turant movement.

Avantika apne bag me camera slip karti hai, hands thode shaky but mind sharp.
Phir woh apne phone se room ki kuch quick photos capture karti hai — door, dress, broken glass, spiked drink wale corner — sab evidence.

Sab group corridor ki taraf badhne lagte hain.

Kabeer Meghana ko apni baahon me gently utha leta hai — uska chehra stress se bhara hua, aankhon me guilt + fear.
Room se nikalte waqt sab Room No.5 ke paas se guzarte hain — wahi room jahan pehle wo sab khade the.

Avantika ek pal ke liye ruk jaati hai.
Door ko dekhti hai… jaise kuch feel ho raha ho…

Avantika (andar se):
“Yaha… yaha koi aur baat hai. Kuch alag masla, waise bhi yeh ameerzado ka bunglow hai... Yaha kai raaz chhupe hai"

Par waqt nahi tha.
Rahat peeche mud kar halki si awaaz me bolti hai:

Rahat: “Avantika… chalo!”

Aur Avantika pal bhar me soch ko side me rakh kar unke saath kadam mila deti hai.

Staircase tak aate hi Kabeer Meghana ko dheere se ground par utarta hai.
Ab Anisha aur Rahat Meghana ko dono side se pakad kar neeche utar rahi hain — Meghana abhi bhi behosh, head loosely leaning on Rahat’s shoulder.

Neeche utarte hi bheed unhe naturally cover kar leti hai.
Sab log alag-alag direction me thode distance se nikal jaate hain — taaki group attention me na aaye.

CUT TO — 5 minutes later

Club ke entrance par Vicky 10–12 security guards ke saath jaldi-jaldi aata hai.
Uska chehra gusse se laal.

Vicky: “Sidhiyaan! Upar! Room No.7!”

Saare guards uske saath dham dham karti bhaari steps me sidhiyaan chadhte hain.

Camera slow motion me Vicky ke chehre par zoom—
Usse bilkul nahi pata ke uska shikar…
Uski plan…
Aur pure operation ka flow…

Sab uske aankhon ke samne se nikal chuka hai.

Scene Continue — Dark, Intense, Cinematic


---

INT. ROOM NO. 7 — SAME TIME

Vicky full speed me room ka darwaza dhakka maar kar kholta hai—

Room…
Khaali.

Ek pin-drop silence.

Uski saanse tez. Chehra gusse se laal.
Wo aage badhkar floor pe broken glass ko dekhta hai… phir bed… phir window.

Vicky:
“Koi… bhi… nahi?”

Ek second ka silence—
Aur phir explosion.

Vicky dono haath se apne baal pakad kar cheekhta hai—

Vicky:
“HATTTT BEHENCHOOODDD!!!
Ab Dad meri gand tod denge… hatttt… saale!!!”

Wo ek chair uthata hai—
Aur POOOOM! deewar par de maarता hai.
Chair ke tukde floor par girte hain.

Security wale dare hue khade hain.
Vicky un par growl karta hai—

Vicky:
“Wapas dhoondo! Sabko dhoondo! MEGHANA MILNI CHAHIYE MUJHE!!”

Cut.


---

CUT TO — DOWNSTAIRS, MAIN FLOOR

Bheed zyada thi. Loud music, lights, smoke.
Rahat aur Anisha Meghana ko beech me sambhalte hue ek crowded, safe zone me le aate hain.

Uski friends abhi bhi dance area ke corner me chill kar rahi thi.

Freinds palat kar Meghana ko dekhti hai—
Shock.

Saheli
“Arre… yeh kya hua ise?! Yeh theek toh hai na?”

Rahat halka sa fake smile karti hai—

Rahat:
“Kuch nahi…
Bas siddhiyon ke paas bethi thi.
Shayad thodi zyada pi li isne.”

Meghana ki 2 friends ek dum relax ho jaati hain.

Tab Anisha softly but firmly kehti hai—

Anisha
“Please… tum log ise ghar drop kar dena, okay?”

Riya instantly haan me sar hilati hai.

Freind
“Haan haan… ab hum log bhi nikal rahe hain. Kaafi ho gayi party.”

Wo Meghana ko shoulder se pakadti hain aur teenon usse lekar club exit ki taraf chal deti hain.

Door se Kabeer aur Aaji yeh sab dekh rahe the.

Aaji thodi sideways himmat jodti hai aur Kabeer se puchti:

Aaji:
“Tu… Anisha ka boyfriend hai kya?”

Kabeer ek dum freeze.

Phir halka sa smile… phir sharmaana.

Kabeer:
“Uh… woh… main… hum…”

Aaji irritate hokar aankhen ghumati hai—

Aaji:
“Arre Hatt sala...

Tabhi Anisha aur Rahat unke paas aa jaati hain.

Anisha urgency me—

Anisha:
“Chalo. Yaha se jaldi nikalna hoga.”

Rahat:
“Lekin Avantika—”

Kabeer turant bolta hai—

Kabeer:
“Maine usse dekha था. Car se nikal rahi thi. Safe lag रही थी.”

Rahat ek baar sar hilati hai.

Sab exit ki तरफ badhne lagte hain.

Lekin Anisha ekदम ruk jaati hai.

Rahat turant puchti:

Rahat:
“Kya hua? Kya socha?”

Anisha ki awaaz low… controlled…

Anisha:
“Ek kaam…
abhi bhi baaki hai.”

Aur bina kuch aur bole—
Wo bhid ke beech wapas ghus jaati hai.

Baaki sab uske piche-piche.


---

INT. PARTY FLOOR — VIP ZONE KE AS-PASS

Yaha wahi jagah jahan Vicky aur uska gang kuch der pehle party kar raha tha.

Anisha rukti hai.

Rahat thodi panic me—

Rahat:
“Anisha chal! Yahaan kyun aayi?
Vicky kabhi bhi laut sakta hai!”

Anisha sidhe aankhon me dekhti hai—
Serious. Steady. No fear.

Rahat samajh jaati hai—
She has a reason.

Tabhi VIP zone ka curtain side hota hai…

Aur KHANNA (Meghana ka father) bahar aata hai.

Pasina…
Kapde messy…
Baal bikhar gaye…
Chehra flushed…

Sab samajh jaate hain—

Khanna bhi Vicky ke plan ka ek hissa tha.

Wo pass se nikalte hue Anisha or Aaji ko dekhta hai…
Phir rukta hai…

Palat kar dobara dekhta hai.

Khanna:
“Tum?
Tum yaha… kya kar rahi ho?”

Anisha ekdum seedhi khadi hoti hai—
Her voice calm… but sharp.

Anisha:
“Sir…
Us din bhi humne aapko warn kiya tha.
Lekin aapne nahi suni.”

Khanna ka gala sukhne lagta hai.

Anisha:
“Ab ghar jaiye…
Aur apni beti ko sambhaliye.”

“Beti” shabd sunkar Khanna ka chehra ek moment me safed ho jaata hai.

Khanna:
“Me-Meghana ko…
kya hua? Batao mujhe—”

Sab ek silent, deadly serious look dete hain.

Aur bina kuch bole—
Party se nikal jaate hain.

Khanna unhe peeche se awaaz deta rehta hai—

“Ruko! Batana toh…!”

But no one looks back.

CUT.

[Greenwood]

Update 31



Scene Continue — Inside Kabeer’s Car (Late Night, Post-Rescue)

Road par streetlights ki halki si yellow glow car ke windshield par gir rahi thi.
Car ka engine steady chal raha tha… lekin car ke andar deathly silence.

Anisha front seat me Kabeer ke side baithi thi.
Peeche Rahat aur Aaji, dono thaki hui, jheel si aankhon ke saath.

Kuch pal koi kuch nahi bolta…
Sabke chehre pe shock, thakan, aur soch ka bojh.

Finally, Aaji apni chuppi todti hai—

Aaji (slow, doubtful):
“Ek baat batao…
Hum Avantika par bharosa kar sakte hain na?”

Rahat ek gehri saans leti hai—

Rahat:
“Pata nahi, Aaji…
Lekin hum… iss waqt bas itna hi kar sakte the.”

Anisha apni aankhon ko windshield par fix rakhti hai, phir dheere se kehti hai—

Anisha:
“Humari wajah se shayad… aaj Meghana ke saath kuch bahut galat ho jata.”

Kabeer steering wheel pakde pakde sir hila kar agree karta hai—

Kabeer:
“Haan… woh bilkul akeli thi.
Agar hum late ho jaate toh—”

Rahat turant defend mode me:

Rahat:
“Lekin hua toh nahi na, Anisha?
Samajhne ki koshish karo…
Yeh humare paas aakhri mauka tha.”

Car me halki si tension jump karti hai.

Rahat apni baat clear karti rehti hai—

Rahat:
“Aaj jo bhi hua… jo humne record kiya hai…
Un saboot se Vicky ke khilaaf case bahut strong ban gaya hai.
Agar woh aise hi chhoot jata, toh pata nahi kitni Meghanas… kitni Humeras…”

Aaji saath me haan bhar kar Rahat ka support karti hai—

Aaji:
“Bilkul theek.
Kabhi kabhi kisi ek ko bachana matlab… bahuton ko bachana hota hai.”

Rahat aage bolti hai, voice firm but emotional—

Rahat:
“Haan, main maanta hoon hum kuch seconds late ho gaye the.
Par life me… kabhi kabhi bold decisions lene padte hain.
Aaj wo decision lena hi padta.”

Tabhi Rahat ka phone ring karta hai.

Screen par naam chamakta hai—
Ishaani.

Rahat phone receive karti hai—

Ishaani (tensed):
“Rahat? Kya hua? Tum logon ko kuch mila kya?”

Rahat khidki ke bahar andhera dekhte hue softly bolti hai—

Rahat:
“Situation… under control now.”

Ishaani thoda calm hoti hai—

Ishaani:
“Okay…
Kal subah Nandita se meeting fix kara deti hoon.
Take care.”

Rahat:
“Hmm… Thanks.”

Call disconnect.

Aur gaadi me fir se gehra sannata chha jaata hai.

Scene Continue — Party Ke Baad, Rathod’s Office (Late Night)

Rathod apne luxury glass-walled office me aise pace kar raha tha jaise zameen ko cheer dega.
Face par gussa, aankhon me confusion, aur andar ek badi tension.

Uske saamne Vicky, aur piche line me uske 10–12 security guards, sare sir jhukaye.

Achanak Rathod phat padta hai—

Rathod (explosive anger):
“Maderchodo!
Tum log yaha kya apni gand marwane aate ho!?
Teen jhant bhar ki randiya tumhare saamne se nikal gayi aur tum kuch nahi ukhaad paaye!?”

Security guards bilkul statue ban jaate hain.

Rathod tezi se Vicky ke paas aata hai—
Vicky ka face pale, dar se paseena.

Rathod (pointing finger):
“Vicky… maine bola tha—
NO MORE FUCK-UPS.
Meri deal bahut important hai.
Mujhe iss se pehle koi bakheda nahi chahiye tha…”

Vicky sir jhukaye khada rehta hai.
Rathod gusse me table par file patak deta hai.

Rathod:
“Lekin tera NADA… hamesha ki tarah dhila hi nikalta hai!
Is baar… tune badi MUSIBAT me daal diya!”

Vicky ke haath kaanpne lagte hain.

Thoda sa tone soft karta hai—
woh dangerous softness.

Rathod:
“Lekin fikar mat kar…
Tera baap abhi zinda hai.”

Rathod secretary ki taraf mud kar bolta hai—

Rathod:
“Avantika ka number milao.
RIGHT NOW.”

Secretary number dial karti hai.

Phone ring…

Avantika office se nikal chuki hoti hai, taxi me baithi hoti hai.
Phone uthaati hai—

Avantika:
“…Hello?”

CUT TO —


---

Next Morning — Arti’s Gyan Ganga Library (Calm After the Storm)

Soft morning sunlight library ki wooden shelves par gir rahi thi.
Books ki khushboo… shanti…
Sirf ek exception:

BEHEN_CODE group poora table ke aas-paas baitha hua tha.

Anisha, Rahat, Arti, Anushka, Ishani—
Aur aaj unke saath Nandita, calm but sharp investigative journalist.

Library me public allowed nahi—
sirf yeh 6.

Anisha aur Rahat ek dusre ko dekhti hain…
aur phir poori raat ka drama step-by-step sunana shuru karti hain:

Vicky ka Meghana ko le jana

Uske dost ki vulgar baatein

Room me jo mila

Avantika ka aana

Recordings

Saboot

Aur finally Khanna ka unse takrana


Sabke chehre par shock + thrill mix—

Ishani: aankhon me disbelief.
Anushka: fists tight.
Arti: tension + pride.
Nandita: completely focused, notes bharti ja rahi thi.

Jab Anisha aur Rahat finally chup hoti hain…

Nandita slowly apna chashma utaar kar table par rakhti hai.

Nandita (impactful pause ke baad):
“That’s… brilliant.”

Room me ek relief ki saans.

Nandita:
“Kal raat tumne jo kiya…
Woh humare liye bahut badi lead hai.
Bas ek baar Avantika yeh footage telecast kar de…
Phir yeh case humare favour me pakka strong ho jayega.”

Sab ke chehre me ek hope ki chamak.

Lekin Nandita ka expression thoda dark ho jaata hai—

Nandita:
“…Lekin ek baat mujhe weird lag rahi hai.”

Sab uski taraf dekhte hain.

Nandita:
“Abhi ke abhi, jitna jaldi ho sake…
Avantika se meeting fix karo.
Aaj hi.”

Room me ek uneasy silence.

Sabko ek intuition ho raha tha—

Night ke baad yeh morning shant nahi rehne wali.

Scene Continue — Avantika’s Arrest

Nandita, Rahat, Anisha aur Ishani turant Arti ki library se nikal padti hain.
Gaadi me tension so thick ke koi saans bhi dheere le raha tha.

Anushka apne bank ke liye turn leti hai.
Arti library me hi ruk kar calls handle karne lagti hai.


---

EXT. AVANTIKA’S RESIDENTIAL BUILDING – DAY

Sab log building ke bahar utarte hi shock ho jaate hain—
Gate ke saamne crowd, mobile cameras, aur beech me…

Avantika, jise lady constables pakad kar security officer jeep ki taraf le ja rahi hoti hain.

Anisha aur Rahat bheed ko cheer kar uske paas pahuchti hain.

Avantika unhe dekh kar ek weird si calm smile deti hai, jaise sab pehle se decide ho.

Avantika (hurry me, but calm):
“Maine… sari filmein HD me online upload kar di hain.
Tumhe jo bhi chahiye…
Wo mere address se le lena.”

Anisha aur Rahat confuse ho jaate hain—
“Kaunsi filmein? Kis baare me keh rahi hai?”

Tabhi Nandita rush karte hue un tak pahuchti hai.

Nandita (serious, low voice):
“Don’t worry, Avantika…
Main pichhe aa rahi hoon.”

security officer Avantika ko jeep me bithati hai.
Jeep door slam—
Engine start—
And she’s gone.

Rahat aur Anisha ek dusre ko dekhti hain—

Anisha (faint whisper):
“Yeh… kya bol kar gayi?”

Nandita quickly bolti hai—

Nandita:
“Samajh jayenge.
Abhi security officer station chalo.”

Teenon quick walk me jeep ka pichha karte hain.


---

CUT TO — security officer STATION

Old fan ki awaz.
Darwaze se aati light.
Typical government smell.

Desk par betha hota hai INSPECTOR ZEESHAN —
Ek haath me garam chai ka cup,
Dusre haath me samosa, jise woh chutney me dip kar raha hota hai.

Uske samne table ke ek taraf files ka pahaad, dusri taraf newspaper jisme sports section khula hua.

Nandita, Rahat, Anisha uske saamne chairs par baithe hote hain—
Pichle aadhe ghante se.

Inspector Zeeshan poora time casual, relaxed, jaise koi tension hi nahi.

Aakhirkār Nandita apni calm lose karti hai.

Nandita (firm, controlled anger):
“Inspector saab…
Aakhir Avantika ko arrest kyu kiya gaya?”

Inspector Zeeshan ek bite rok kar, samosa hawa me hi hold kar ke,
seedha unki taraf dekhta hai.

Cup table par rakhta hai.

Uske lips ke corner me thoda sa mirchi sauce laga hota hai.

Slowly bolta hai—
Aisi awaaz jise dekh kar samajh aa jaye ke yeh aadmi dangerous bhi ho sakta hai, corrupt bhi.

Inspector Zeeshan:
“Arrest nahi…
Detain kiya hai.”

Pause.

Phir ek thandi muskuraahat ke saath:

Inspector Zeeshan:
Chori ki hai sali ne... Mr. Rathod ke cheff ne aaj subah hi report karai hai

Avantika:
Pahle to aap use sali nahi bolenge, kuch tameez hai ya nahi... Or dusra aaj subah ki report par apne turant action le liya...

Inspector ek folded file uthata hai…
Slowly table par rakhta hai.

Inspector Zeeshan:
“Sab bataunga…
Lekin pehle bataiye—
Aap logon ka uss ladki… Avantika se kya rishta hai?”

Scene Continue — Cinematic, Detailed, Exactly in Your Tone


---

INT. security officer STATION – DAY

Zeeshan apne chair par aaram se baitha samosa ka last bite tod kar chai me dip kar raha hota hai.
Nandita, Rahat, Anisha uske samne tense bethe hote hain.

NANDITA (irritated)
Inspector, aapne Avantika ko arrest kyun kiya?

Zeeshan halki muskurahat deta hai, jaise is sawaal ka use intezar hi tha.

ZEESHAN
Madam… unpe complaint aayi thi. Chori ki. Mere paas paper me sab likha hai.

Note: Complaint Rathod ne apne chef ke behalf par file karwai thi.

Anisha turant lean hoti hai.

ANISHA
Lekin sir… wo humari known hai. Hum use jaante hain. Hum sirf usse milne aaye the.

Nandita bhi step in karti hai.

NANDITA
Main bail ke papers arrange karti hoon. Thodi der me leke aati hoon.

Zeeshan haath upar kar deta hai, sarcastic smile ke saath.

ZEESHAN
Bilkul madam… aapki marzi. Bail le aayiye. Hum kisiko rok nahi rahe.

Rahat thoda aage jhuk kar politely request karti hai.

RAHAT
Sir, please… jane se pehle ek baar Avantika se milne dijiye.

Zeeshan apne glasses ke upar se Rahat ko strict nazar se dekh kar constable ko awaz deta hai.

ZEESHAN
Constable! Inhe Avantika madam se milaiye.


---

CUT TO: DETENTION ROOM

Avantika bench par baithi hoti hai, thaki hui, lekin aankhon me dard aur gussa dono.

Nandita turant questions lekar aati hai.

NANDITA
Avantika, yeh sab kya hai? Hum to intezar me the ki tum aaj telecast karne wali ho!

Avantika thoda saapni si hoti hai, phir seedha jawab deti hai.

AVANTIKA
Kal raat ghar pahuchte hi Rathod ka call aaya tha. Usne mujhe rishwat offer ki… bola tha mera khud ka news channel kholwa dega.
Par maine uska muh par mana kar diya. Aur subah… yeh sab ho gaya.

Rahat aur Anisha ek dusre ko shocked expression deti hain.

Avantika tab dhyaan se Rahat ki taraf face karke dheere, controlled voice me kehti hai:

AVANTIKA
Filhaal maine tumse jo ghar ke bahar kaha tha… uspe dhyaan dena. Yahan main wo sab nahi bol sakti.

Ladies constable sitty bajati aati hai.

CONSTABLE
Chaliye madam, ho gaya time.

Anisha, Rahat, Nandita uth kar jaate hue bolti hain:

RAHAT
Hum wapas aayenge Avantika… please himmat rakhna.


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CUT TO: Aaji’s Home – LIVING ROOM

Nandita, Rahat, Anisha sofas par baithe hote hain. Tension heavy hai.

Nandita phone par baar-baar clock check kar rahi hai — court khulne ka wait, bail file karne ka intezar.

Rahat aur Anisha coffee table par notebook khol kar Avantika ke diye hints ko decode karne me lag jaati hain.

ANISHA
Avantika ne kaha tha — HD… upload… address…

RAHAT
Matlab wo kuch upload kar chuki thi. Lekin kaha?

Rahat ek deep breath leti hai—
Humein group ko involve karna hoga ab.


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CUT TO: GROUP VIDEO CALL

Mobile screen split-screen style me khulti hai.
Ishani Humera ke saath restaurant ke storeroom me.
Anushka bank ke cabin me.
Arti apni library me tables arrange kar rahi hai.

Sab call receive karte hain.

Rahat tezi se sari subah ki kahani ek saath bata deti hai.

Humera ka chehra gir jaata hai—hopeless.

Arti serious mode me sunkar bolti hai:

ARTI
Mujhe lagta hai humein kisi tech ki zarurat padegi.

Anisha confused:

ANISHA
Heinnn? Kyu?

Arti calmly explains:

ARTI
Yaad karo Avantika ne kya hint diya… HD… upload. Matlab koi file upload hui hai. Address… matlab online address.

Anushka ka face suddenly light up hota hai.

ANUSHKA
Guys, I think I got it!

Sab silence.

ANUSHKA
Shayad wo us recording ki baat kar rahi thi… jo Anisha ne kal record ki thi.

Anisha ke aankhon me realisation aa jata hai.

ANISHA
Haan! Sahi! Aur address matlab… email address…

Rahat snap karti hai.

RAHAT
Yani G-Drive!

Sab ke chehre par hope ki chamak.

Arti phir practical tone me bolti hai:

ARTI
Lekin khush mat ho itni jaldi. Agar wo file uske G-Drive par hai… to uska password aur login humein nahi maloom. Humein kisi tech expert ki madad lagegi.

Usi waqt library ka darwaza CREAK karti hai.

Ek halki roshni andar girti hai.

Nakul entry marta hai — calm, confident, tech-guru vibes.

Arti usse dekh kar ek soft charming smile deti hai.

Nakul bhi thoda smile return karta hai.

Anushka phone par bolti hai:

ANUSHKA
I'll try… main pata lagati hoon kuch.

Sab girls call cut kar deti hain.


INT. ARTI’S LIBRARY – AFTERNOON

Silent, warm, sunlight from the window.
Nakul apni usual corner seat par jaakar quietly baithta hai.
Bag kholta hai, ek thick novel nikalta hai… pages palatne lagta hai.

Arti counter ke piche files arrange kar rahi hoti hai, lekin uske chehre par halka tension clearly dikhta hai.

Nakul kitabein padhte-padhte bhi her radar mode par hota hai—
Woh baar-baar Arti ko notice karta hai.

Akhir woh slowly uth kar Arti ke paas aa jata hai.

Soft, warm, almost whispering—

NAKUL
Hey Arti… what happened? Aaj itni gumsum si kyu ho?

Arti ek pal ke liye rukti hai.
Woh sirf ek nazar uthakar dekhti hai—
Udaas, thaki hui aankhon se.

ARTI
Bas… thoda tension hai.

Nakul halka sa eyebrow raise karta hai, friendly teasing tone me—

NAKUL
Acha? Mujhe bhi batao. Aisa kya tension hai jo aapko pareshan kar raha?
Us ladke ki tarah… tension ko bhi tod dunga, dekhna.

Arti uski baat sun kar chhoti si smile hold kar leti hai—
Phir uski aankhon me seedha dekh deti hai.

Thodi der dono ke beech silence,
Sirf heartbeat type background vibe.

Arti mann hi mann sochti hai:

"Kya ise involve karna chahiye? Yeh ladka to achha hi hai… trustworthy lagta hai."

Phir Nakul gently, concern ke saath phir poochta hai—

NAKUL
Bolo Arti… kya main kuch madad kar sakta hoon?

Arti finally upar dekh kar usse direct eye contact banati hai—
Ek pal ke liye library ka poora mahaul freeze sa ho jata hai.

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Update 32

INT. NAKUL’S HOUSE – EVENING

Door khulta hai.

Arti aur Nakul dono andar enter karte hain.

Jaisa hi Arti threshold cross karti hai, Nakul ki Maa saamne aa jaati hai—

Pyaar se Arti ke sir par haath ferte hue:

MAA

Arey beta… phir aa gayi? Bohot pyaari lagti ho tum… hamesha khush raho, hamesha tarakki karo…

Arti halka sa sharma kar smile deti hai.

NAKUL (jaldi se)

Maa— please. Abhi time nahi hai. Important kaam hai.

Maa haath uthaakar “theek hai theek hai” jaise gesture karti hai.

Dono seedhe upar ke floor ki taraf chadhne lagte hain.

Nakul aage, Arti piche— footsteps echoing.

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INT. NAKUL’S ROOM – CONTINUOUS

Nakul door push karke andar chala jata hai.

Arti doorway par ruk jaati hai… shock me.

Room ka pure chaotic horror version:

Floor par cigarettes ke ashes

Table par aadhi jali hui cigarette

Bed par uska used underwear

Kapde idhar-udhar, pizza boxes, wires, games

Ek dirty mug jis par likha hai “CODERS DON’T SLEEP”

Arti ka chehra literally:

“Yeh kya hell hai?”

Nakul ko Arti ki awkwardness ka andaza ho jata hai—

Woh turant lightning speed me kapde aur underwear uthakar basket me daal deta hai.

Ashes hastily rub kar deta hai.

Thoda embarrassed…

Thoda guilty…

NAKUL

Uh… aa jao… sorry… room thoda… bas thoda bigda hai.

Arti slow steps se enter karti hai.

Nakul laptop open kar deta hai.

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**NOTE: Road par aate waqt Arti already Nakul ko sara case detail bata chuki thi—

Meghana, Vicky, Avantika… sab.**

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INT. NAKUL'S ROOM – FEW MOMENTS LATER

Laptop boot hota hai.

Nakul ek number dial karta hai.

NAKUL (phone pe, business tone me)

Bhai, 10,000 bahut zyada hai… meri baat sun… 5,000 me deal karte hain…

Haan? Theek hai, done!

Thanks bro.

Haan likh— ladki ka naam Avantika.

Arey nahi bhai— gf nahi hai. Media me kaam karti hai.

Haan wahi 9 PM wali hot anchor… haan jaldi kar…

Phone rakhta hai.

Arti usse aankhein phaad kar dekhti hai.

Full disbelief + judgement.

NAKUL (innocently haath upar)

Sach me koi GF nahi hai! Aur waise hi baat karna padta hai… kaam tricky hota hai na…

Arti arms fold karti hai, strict teacher mode:

ARTI

Nakul, wo kuch bhi bole— tum achhe ladke ho. Tum aise words use nahi karoge. Samjhe mister?

Nakul bilkul chhota baccha ban kar seedha ho jaata hai.

NAKUL

…Okay.

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FIVE MINUTES LATER — PHONE RINGS

Arti ek look deti hai:

“Aaj tameez se baat karna!”

Nakul phone pick karta hai.

DOST (speaker se pehle)

Bhai kaam ho gaya! Yaar kya mast selfies hain is reporter ki… kuch private photos bhi—

Arti turant haath utaake FAT command deti hai:

ARTI

Speaker. NOW.

Nakul speaker on karta hai.

DOST (speaker par)

Haan bhai, bol, tujhe kya chahiye Avantika ki ID se?

Arti dheere se Nakul ke ear ke paas bolti hai—

ARTI

Isko bolo… saara data tumhare laptop me download kare.

Nakul repeat karta hai.

Dost quickly ek dark-web type website link deta hai.

2–3 minutes me Avantika ka sara data laptop par download ho jaata hai:

Videos

Photos

Notes

Voice memos

Emails

Cloud backups

Ye dekh kar Arti ki aankhon me hope + relief dono aa jaate hain.

Nakul phone rakhta hai.

He exhales—

BIG RELIEF BREATH.

Arti usse dekhti hai…

Soft, warm, emotional nazar se.

Usne sach me itna jaruri kaam kar diya tha.

ARTI (quiet, thoughtful)

Nakul… pen drive me daal do. Kal raat ki saari videos, photos… sab.

Phir thoda strict, warning tone—

ARTI

Aur haan— mister…

yeh data tum fir se delete karoge.

Warna… dekh lena.

Nakul guilt me ek chota sa muh banata hai:

NAKUL

…Theek hai.

Arti chupke se ek tiny smile karti hai—

voh vali smile jo sirf tab aati hai jab kisi “bure room wale good-hearted ladke” ne perfect time par help ki ho.

Scene ends with Nakul copying the files…

and Arti quietly watching him, relieved.

EXT. RAHAT KI COLONY – EVENING

Taxi narrow galiyon me se guzarti hui Arti ke ghar ke saamne rukti hai.

Rahat thaki hui si utarti hai, wallet nikal kar paise de rahi hoti hai…

Tabhi—

Uski nazar samne padti hai.

Arti ek ladke ke saath gali me enter ho rahi hoti hai.

Dono halki si baat karte hue aa rahe hote hain.

Ladka Arti ko bye kehkar opposite side chal deta hai.

Arti apni gardan jhukaye, thodi blush type awkwardness me, chup-chaap seedhi chal jaati hai.

Rahat aankhon ko thoda sa squint karti hai…

Lip expression: “Hmmmmm?”

Fir halki si sarcastic smile:

RAHAT (apne aap se)

Wah… yeh achha hai Arti madam…

Wo apne haath se taxi wale ko paise deti hai aur apne ghar ki taraf nikal padti hai.

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INT. RAHAT’S ROOM – FEW MINUTES LATER

Rahat ghar ka darwaza kholti hai…

Room me ghus kar seedhi apne bed par dhad se gir padti hai.

Kal raat se ek minute ka bhi aaram nahi.

She closes her eyes…

Deep breath…

Finally a moment of peace.

…

…

10 minutes later

TING!

Message tone.

Rahat aankhein kholti hai, thoda irritate… phone uthati hai.

Notification: "Behen_Code ?️‍♀️? – 1 new message"

Rahat message open karne hi wali hoti hai ki—

ek ke baad ek, POP POP POP POP POP— 20 messages aa jate hain.

Rahat turant baith jaati hai.

Screen par sabse upar Arti ka message:

ARTI:

“Videos mil gaye… please don’t take stress.”

Uske neeche group me messages flood ho rahe:

ISHANI:

“Kaisa mila???”

ANUSHKA:

“Kaise hua ye?”

ANISHA:

“OMG yeh kab hua?”

ISHANI:

“Artiii!!! Full update doooo!”

Rahat ke chehre par ek pure, honest khushi aa jati hai.

Woh phone screen ko dekh kar smile karti hai—

RAHAT (softly, proud tone):

“Finally… MS Dhoni ne apna role sambhal liya.”

“Salam, Arti madam…”

Rahat phone side me rakh deti hai…

Aur ek lambe saans ke saath bed par wapas let jaati hai—

Thodi si relief, thodi si thakaan, but mostly pride.

Scene ends with her peaceful smile.

Same Timeline – Anisha’s Hostel Scene

Anisha hostel ke apne chhote se room me bed par cross-legged baithi hoti hai. Raat shaant thi, par uske dimag me Arti ke message ka excitement ghoom raha hota hai. Wo turant group video call ka button dabati hai.

Call ring hoti hai…

Rahat – “Busy” status pe hoti hai, isliye connect nahi hoti.

Arti, Ishani, Anushka ek ek karke join ho jati hain.

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VIDEO CALL CONNECTS

Ishani (screen pe aate hi):

“Arre batao na Arti! Yeh kab mila? Kaise mila?”

Anushka:

“Haan Arti please, hum sab tension me they.”

Anisha:

“Aap bataogi tabhi hume pata chalega ki aage kya karna hai…”

Teenon literally ek saath bol padti hain.

Arti ka screen hilta hai—lagta hai wo kitchen me khadi hai—phir wo thoda gussa dikhate hue haath upar karti hai.

Arti (firm tone me):

“Bas! Ek second.

Dekho… abhi main detail nahi bata sakti.

Bas itna samajh lo… videos mil gaye hain.

Aur ab unhe Nandita tak pahuchana hum sabki responsibility hai. Clear?”

Teenon ek dum se chup ho jati hain.

Ishani (saans lete hue):

“Okay… good.

Aur haan—Avantika ki bell ka case file ho gaya hai.

Kal subah mere hi restaurant me milte hain… discuss karenge.

Let’s hope dono cases humare favour me aaye.”

Arti halka sa smile karti hai, thakawat bhi dikh rahi hoti hai.

“Thik hai. Main ab call karti hoon band.”

Call disconnect.

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CALL KE BAAD – Anisha’s Room

Screen khatam hote hi Anisha ek lambi saans chhodti hai.

Tension do din baad thodi halka hui thi.

Ishani (group text):

“Kal subah 10 baje restaurant. Done?”

Anushka:

“Perfect.”

Anisha:

“Main bhi aa jaungi.”

Do din me pehli baar sab ke replies me relaxation tha…

Koi dair tak awkward silence nahi, koi fear nahi…

Bas ek halka sa hope ka ehsaas.

Anisha phone side me rakh kar muskurati hai.

Kal ka din finally normal lag raha tha.

Scene – Rathod Ka Ghar (Late Night)

Rathod ka bungalow andhere me dubaa hua tha. Sirf drawing room ki warm yellow light jal rahi thi.

Heavy leather sofa par Rathod baitha tha—uski shirt ke top buttons khule hue, tie side me feka hua… aur table par teen–chaar empty glasses already pade the.

Wo glass me drink dobara bharte hue honton se beech me gaali nikalta hai.

Rathod (frustrated, khud se):

“Avantika ko arrest karwa diya… thik.

Par yeh saala Vicky… uska video… agar leak ho gaya na… to saari duniya me tamasha ban jayega.”

Uske haath ka glass thoda kampta hai.

Rathod ek ghut me drink nigaal deta hai—chautha, paanchwa, pata nahi kaunsa.

Room me TV mute pe chal raha hota hai—business news—jisme uski hi company ke ads baar-baar flash ho rahe hote hain.

Aur har baar apna face screen par dekh kar uski frustratio aur badh jaati hai.

Rathod (slow voice me, zameen par takte hue):

“Main Rathod hoon… log mujhse darte hain…

Ek chhoti se laundiya ka video mere empire ko hilaa dega?

Nahin… nahin… bilkul nahin hone dunga.”

Wo table par rakha phone uthata hai, screen par kuch contacts scroll karta hai—kayi numbers ke saamne “deleted” likha hua hota hai.

Lagta hai panic me already kai logon se distance bana chuka hai.

Rathod ka dimag full calculation mode me hota hai.

Achanak uski aankhon me gussa bhar jaata hai.

“Avantika? Maderchod kutiya.... Main bhi Rathod hu, The Rathod... Teri behen ko randi na banaya to mera bhi naam rathod nahi...

Uske dil me ek bechain sa doubt baithne lagta hai, jisko wo jitna daba raha tha, utna hi upar aa raha tha.

Wo phir se drink glass me bharte hue bolta hai—

Table ke corner par rakha Vicky ka trophy ka photo frame gir ke zameen par lag jaata hai.

Rathod us par jhuk kar sirf ek second ke liye freeze ho jaata hai.

Ek father ka expression nahi…

Ek businessman ka fear dikh raha hota hai.

Wo frame wapas uthata hai, par is baar uski aankhon me sirf ek hi sawaal jal raha hota hai—

“Agar video viral ho gaya…

to mera kya hoga?”

Room me silence phail jaata hai.

Sirf ice cubes ki khanak aur uski heavy breathing sunai deti hai.

Rathod ki tension ab ek baar shuru ho chuki thi… aur ab khatam nahi hone wali thi.

Scene – Avantika Ka Monologue (security officer Van, Night)

security officer van ke iron grill se street lights ki halki-halki roshni andar aa rahi thi.

Lady constable dono taraf baithi thi, lekin Avantika bilkul chup… bilkul shant.

Uske haath me still cuffs the, par uske chehre par dard nahi tha… sirf ek sukoon tha.

Woh dheere se apni aankhein band karti hai… aur dil me ek halki si muskaan aati hai.

Avantika (monologue, slow voice):

“Jail ja rahi hoon… lekin jhuk nahi rahi.

Aaj jo kiya… sach ke liye kiya.

Agar haq ke liye awaaz uthana jurm hai…

to main yeh jurm baar-baar karungi.”

Van ki khidki se hawa aati hai… uske baal hilaati hui.

Avantika aankhein upar uthati hai—ekdum confident.

“Main darr rahi hoti…

agar main galat hoti.”

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Flashback – Years Ago (Soft Golden Light)

Chhoti si Avantika, hardly 13–14 saal ki, apne ghar ke living room me khadi hai.

Uske parents — Madhav Mehta (TV journalist) aur Priya Mehta (radio reporter) — dono apni daughter ko proudly dekh rahe hote hain.

Papa usse apna old press ID card dete hain.

Papa (smiling):

“Reporter banna hai na?

To yaad rakh… sach kabhi aasaan nahi hota, beta.”

Avantika card pakad kar sir hilaati hai.

Avantika (child voice):

“Main jhooth ke aage kabhi nahi jhukungi, papa.”

Mama uske kandhe par haath rakhti hain—

Mama:

“Hamari tarah tum bhi kisi ke pressure me mat aana.

Truth is the only duty.

Promise?”

Chhoti Avantika dono haathon se unke haath pakad kar kehti hai—

Avantika:

“Promise.

Meri reporting… sirf haq ke liye hogi.

Chahe kuch bhi ho.”

Flashback ka frame freeze hota hai—parents uske dono side, Avantika beech me, confident.

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Back to Present – security officer Van

Avantika dheere se apni aankhein kholti hai…

Chehre par wohi purana confidence, wohi purana vaada.

Avantika (whispering):

“Maa… Papa…

Aaj bhi aapka waada nibha rahi hoon.”

Van jail ke gate par rukti hai.

Lady constable kehte hue haath pakadti hai—

“Chalo.”

Avantika seedhi khadi hoti hai…

Halki si smirk ke sath—

Avantika:

“Sach ko kabhi lock-up nahi kiya jaa sakta.”

Aur woh bina darr ke jail ke andar chal deti hai.

Scene – Same Night, Arti’s Bedroom

Arti poore din ki bhaag–daud aur tension ke baad finally apne bedroom me aaram se leti hui thi.

Thakan uske chehre par saaf dikh rahi thi… lekin irm se ek halki si softness bhi.

Woh bas ek gehri saans lene hi wali hoti hai ki Abhishek wardrobe se kapde nikal kar turant change karne lagta hai.

Arti ki Nazar – Slow Motion

Abhishek bina kisi warning ke apna shirt nikal deta hai.

Arti ki aankhen ekdum se uski taraf khinch jaati hain…

Woh thodi surprise, thodi blush aur thodi lusty expression se usse takne lagti hai.

Abhishek ko bilkul andaza nahi tha ki uske yeh actions Arti ki dhadkan badha rahe hain.

Fir Abhishek apna trouser unbutton karta hai…

Ek second… do second…

Aur trousers seedhe zameen par.

Abhishek ab Arti ke bilkul saamne ek hi frenchy me khada hota hai.

Arti (internally):

“Bas… ab yeh kya zaroori tha aaj ke din?”

Jaise hi Arti ki nazar frenchy ke color par padti hai…

Wo ekdum freeze ho jati hai.

Kyoki…

Yeh same color, same brand, same pattern…

Aaj dopahar ko Nakul ke kamre me usne yehi frenchy bikhri hui dekhi thi.

Ek second ke liye Arti ka dimaag do worlds me switch karta hai—

“Ye frenchy… Nakul… Arre?”

Aur agle hi pal Arti ke muh se zor ki hansi nikal padti hai.

Pehle halki si.

Phir zyada.

Phir uncontrollable.

Arti haath se apna muh cover kar leti hai, lekin hansi ruk hi nahi rahi thi.

Abhishek bilkul confused…

Bilkul lost…

Bilkul clueless.

Abhishek:

“Arti…?

Kya hua?

Kya galti ho gayi meri? Main aise kyun lag raha hoon?”

Uski aankhon me genuine bechaini thi —

wo samajh hi nahi paa raha tha ki Arti ko kya ho gaya.

Par Arti ko to hansi ka brake hi fail ho gaya tha.

Bed par ek haath rakh kar woh literally side me jhuk kar hass rahi thi.

Arti (hansi ke beech):

“N-nahi… kuch nahi… bas… bas… yeh......

Aur phir se ek burst of laughter.

Abhishek aur confused.

Scene end hota hai Arti ki zor zor ki hansi aur Abhishek ke utterly-shocked expression par —

jaise koi poora mystery miss kar gaya ho.

[Greenwood]

Update 33

Scene – Same Night | Avantika’s Transfer

Raat ki gehri andheri me city ke upar se aerial shot khulta hai—

Street lights jaise peeche bhaag rahe ho…

Raat halki dhund se bhari hui…

Aur beech me teen security officer ki gaadiyan ek line me chal rahi hoti hain.

Beech wali van me Avantika, haathkadi lage hue, silent bethi hui.

Akhon me bechaini nahi—

sirf ek vishwas, ek umeed:

“Nandita mujhe bahar nikalegi. Main sach ke liye lad rahi hoon.”

Van ke andar ke shot me uska profile dikh raha hota hai—

Thodi thakan, thodi dignity, par androni himmat sabse zyada.

Aage Road Par

Jaise hi ek bada, andhera sa T-junction aata hai,

sabse aage chal rahi security officer jeep seedhe nikal jaati hai.

Peeche wali bhi wahi raasta follow karti hai.

Lekin —

Beech wali van, jisme Avantika hai… ekdum se LEFT mud jaati hai.

Avantika sirf itna mehsoos karti hai ki gaadi ki direction badli hai,

par driver ki taraf nahi dekh sakti,

parde band hain, sirf route ka andaaza usse ho raha tha.

Avantika (inner thought)

“Shayad detour hoga… shayad traffic avoid kar rahe honge…”

“Nandita ko pata chal gaya hoga… sab theek ho jayega…”

Uska bharosa abhi bhi mazboot tha.

Par rasta ab zyada sunssaan ho chuka tha.

Street lights kam…

Jungle type greenery zyada…

Road uneven.

Van kareeb 30 minutes tak isi ajeeb direction me chalte rehti hai.

Avantika ko ab confusion sa lagta hai—

ye jail ka route nahi lag raha…

par wo khud ko calm karne ki koshish karti hai.

Phir… Van Dheere Dheere Rukti Hai

Headlights ek bade, purane farmhouse-type bungalow par padti hain.

Baarish ka halka pani chhatrion se tapak raha hota hai.

Gate pe security guards, kaley kapdon me.

Driver ek dusre guard ko ek silent signal deta hai.

Backdoor khulta hai.

Ladies constable Avantika ka haath pakad kar kehti hai—

“Neeche utariye.”

Avantika seedhiyon ke paas khadi hoti hai.

Uska pehla reaction —

Confusion.

Pure confusion.

Ye jail nahi hai.

Ye security officer guesthouse nahi hai.

Ye koi detention center bhi nahi.

Ye ek private farmhouse hai.

Aas paas ka mahaul itna quiet tha ki hawa ki awaaz tak sunai de rahi thi.

Avantika halki fusi hui awaaz me sirf itna bol pati hai:

“Hum… yahaan kyun aaye hain?”

Par koi jawab nahi milta.

Constable sirf uska haath thoda tight pakad kar andar le jaati hai,

jaise instructions mil chuke ho—

aur sawal poochna allowed hi na ho.

Scene ends

Avantika farmhouse ke andhere hallway me enter karte hue —

camera uske confused, uneasy expression par freeze.

Scene – Same Night | Avantika’s Transfer

Raat ki gehri andheri me city ke upar se aerial shot khulta hai—

Street lights jaise peeche bhaag rahe ho…

Raat halki dhund se bhari hui…

Aur beech me teen security officer ki gaadiyan ek line me chal rahi hoti hain.

Beech wali van me Avantika, haathkadi lage hue, silent bethi hui.

Akhon me bechaini nahi—

sirf ek vishwas, ek umeed:

“Nandita mujhe bahar nikalegi. Main sach ke liye lad rahi hoon.”

Van ke andar ke shot me uska profile dikh raha hota hai—

Thodi thakan, thodi dignity, par androni himmat sabse zyada.

Aage Road Par

Jaise hi ek bada, andhera sa T-junction aata hai,

sabse aage chal rahi security officer jeep seedhe nikal jaati hai.

Peeche wali bhi wahi raasta follow karti hai.

Lekin —

Beech wali van, jisme Avantika hai… ekdum se LEFT mud jaati hai.

Avantika sirf itna mehsoos karti hai ki gaadi ki direction badli hai,

par driver ki taraf nahi dekh sakti,

parde band hain, sirf route ka andaaza usse ho raha tha.

Avantika (inner thought)

“Shayad detour hoga… shayad traffic avoid kar rahe honge…”

“Nandita ko pata chal gaya hoga… sab theek ho jayega…”

Uska bharosa abhi bhi mazboot tha.

Par rasta ab zyada sunssaan ho chuka tha.

Street lights kam…

Jungle type greenery zyada…

Road uneven.

Van kareeb 30 minutes tak isi ajeeb direction me chalte rehti hai.

Avantika ko ab confusion sa lagta hai—

ye jail ka route nahi lag raha…

par wo khud ko calm karne ki koshish karti hai.

Phir… Van Dheere Dheere Rukti Hai

Headlights ek bade, purane farmhouse-type bungalow par padti hain.

Baarish ka halka pani chhatrion se tapak raha hota hai.

Gate pe security guards, kaley kapdon me.

Driver ek dusre guard ko ek silent signal deta hai.

Backdoor khulta hai.

Ladies constable Avantika ka haath pakad kar kehti hai—

“Neeche utariye.”

Avantika seedhiyon ke paas khadi hoti hai.

Uska pehla reaction —

Confusion.

Pure confusion.

Ye jail nahi hai.

Ye security officer guesthouse nahi hai.

Ye koi detention center bhi nahi.

Ye ek private farmhouse hai.

Aas paas ka mahaul itna quiet tha ki hawa ki awaaz tak sunai de rahi thi.

Avantika halki fusi hui awaaz me sirf itna bol pati hai:

“Hum… yahaan kyun aaye hain?”

Par koi jawab nahi milta.

Constable sirf uska haath thoda tight pakad kar andar le jaati hai,

jaise instructions mil chuke ho—

aur sawal poochna allowed hi na ho.

Scene ends

Avantika farmhouse ke andhere hallway me enter karte hue —

camera uske confused, uneasy expression par freeze.

SCENE: Morning – Restaurant Meet-Up

Subah ka soft hustle…

Ishaani ke restaurant ka outer area freshly cleaned, halki si coffee ki smell, plates ki khan-khan, aur corner wali table par Behen_Code ke members ek ek karke baithte ja rahe the.

Arti thodi si late aati hai — ek normal housewife vibe, par aankhon me raat wale confidence ki chingari abhi bhi zinda.

Jaise hi wo chair par baithti hai,

questions ki baarish shuru.

Anushka:

“Arti batao na… tumhe videos kaise mile? Kaha se? Kaun mila?”

Rahat:

“Aur itni jaldi? Kal raat to hum sab yahan se nikle hi the!”

Ishaani plates adjust karte hue bhi curious:

“Arti… bol bhi do. Yeh suspense mat karo.”

Arti ek choti si sip water leti hai, phir calmly bolti hai—

Arti:

“Bas… library ka ek ladka hai… Nakul.

Kabhi kabhi padhne aata hai. Usne help kar di.

Waise ladka accha hi hai… bas thoda messy type.”

Sab ek dusre ko dekhte hain…

Thoda surprise, thoda relief.

Anushka (relaxed):

“Thank God… koi random unknown hacker nahi tha.”

Rahat hasti hai:

“Haan warna mujhe laga tu khud hi koi James Bond ban gayi.”

Arti awkward smile deti hai.

Tabhi Ishaani apna phone nikal kar kehti hai,

“Guys… Nandita ko videos forward kiye hain… main tumhe bhi forward kar rahi hoon, just for emergency situation.

Group ke phone ek saath vibrate karte hain.

Sab ek pal ke liye silent ho kar videos ke thumbnails dekhte hain—case ab strong lag raha tha.

But Anisha ka chehra utarta hua dikh raha tha.

Anisha (soft voice):

“Guys… Avantika ka kya?

Uska arrest… kal raat ka sab?

Woh theek hogi na?”

Ek dum se table ka atmosphere shift ho jata hai.

Sab ek dusre ki taraf dekhte hain.

Rahat turant propose karti hai—

“Chalo… thana chalte hain. Check karte hain.”

Sab haan me haan milate hain.

Arti ek baar ruk kar kehti hai,

“Yaar… main nahi aa sakti. Ghar pe kaam hai.

Agar main gayi na… meri saas mujhe zinda nahi chhodegi.

Tum log jao… update dena.”

Group samajh jaata hai.

Arti ko ghar ke front par back-to-back kaam sambhalne hote hain.

---

SCENE: security officer Station – Late Morning

Rahat, Ishaani, Anisha, Anushka —

Chaaron ka mood tense.

Thane ke reception par inquiry karte hain.

Ek constable files palat kar bolta hai—

Constable:

“Avantika Singh?

Unhe raat ko hi Central Jail shift kar diya gaya hai.

Do din baad unki pehli hearing hai.

Tabhi mil sakte ho… aaj nahi.”

Chaaron ke chehre ek saath utter disappointment me gir jaate hain.

Anisha ka dil aur bhi zyada sankhne lagta hai ka Avantika ne kal raat kya bola aur kya hua hoga.

Ishaani:

“Matlab… hum abhi kuch nahi kar sakte?”

Constable casual tone me—

“Niyam niyam hote hain madam.

Hearing wale din mil lena.”

Group silence me bahar nikalta hai.

Barish ke chhatano jaisi halki si hawa chal rahi thi,

Par sabke expressions me sirf worry + helplessness.

Rahat sigh karti hai—

“Chalo… ab apne apne kaam.

Par hearing wale din… full force me milenge.”

Sab halka sa nod karte hain.

Ek dum uss moment me Behen_Code ki unity solid dikh rahi thi.

Aur phir ek-ek karke sab log apne routine aur responsibilities me wapas chalay jate hain…

Arti – Nakul ka subplot (Cinematic, Soft, Balanced Tone)

Library ka shaant mahaul…

Dopehar ka waqt…

Chhat ka fan dheere-dheere ghoomta hua…

---

SCENE START

Arti apne counter par baithi files arrange kar rahi hoti hai.

Usi waqt darwaza halki si tring ki aawaz se khulta hai—

Nakul hamesha ki tarah inside aata hai… lekin aaj seedha apni usual corner seat ki taraf nahi jata.

Wo directly counter ke paas aake rukta hai.

Nakul (soft tone):

“Hello Arti ji…”

Arti (mild smile):

“Hello… aaj sidha idhar?”

Nakul counter par thoda jhuk kar, dheere se puchta hai—

“Wo… kaam ho gaya apka?”

Arti halka sa awkward smile deti hai.

“Ho jayega. Tumne kaha tha na… sab handle ho jayega.”

Nakul sir hila deta hai, jaise confirm kar raha ho.

Phir cabin ki taraf ishara karta hai.

Nakul:

“Waha chalte hai? Thoda araam se baat ho jayegi.”

Arti ek pal ko ruki… aankhon me halka sa suspicion aur curiosity.

Phir haan me sir hila kar cabin ki taraf chal padti hai.

---

INSIDE THE CABIN

Cabin ka darwaza band hota hai.

Dono chairs kheechte hain — chair ki halki si scbanging sound

Nakul turant bole padta hai—

Nakul:

“Oops, sorry.”

Arti hans ke bolti hai—

“Koi baat nahi, betho.”

Dono saamne baith jaate hain.

Table par do books padhi hain—ek Arti ki, ek Nakul ki.

Phir Nakul seedha sawal phek deta hai—

Nakul (teasing tone):

“To Madam… aaj shaam ka kya plan hai?”

Arti aankhon me shararat bhari nazar se bolti hai—

Arti:

“Kya hoga… saas ki daant, pati ka pyaar… aur kitchen ka poora kaam.

Bas… itne se pet bhar jata hai mera.”

Nakul halka sa hansi daba nahi pata.

Arti turant puch leti hai—

“Hans kyu rahe ho?”

Nakul neck scratch karta hua—

“Aise hi…”

Arti demand karte hue:

“Nahi, batao. Hans kyu rahe ho?”

Nakul finally bol hi deta hai—

Nakul:

“Jab bhi aapko pehli baar dekha tha…

pata hai kya laga tha?

Ki aap ekdum disciplinary…

ek kadak fauji-type librarian ho.”

Arti sharma kar neeche dekh leti hai.

Halki si pink blush uske cheeks par aati hai.

Nakul baat continue karta hai—

“Lekin ab…

ab lagta hai ki aapka dil bohot soft hai.

Aisa dil… jo dusron ki madad ke liye hi dhadakta hai.”

Arti ke lips par ek proud, warm smile ubhar aati hai.

Wo visibly touched hoti hai.

Fir Arti thoda lean hokar, soft tone me puchti hai—

Arti:

“Yeh sab theek…

par tum mujhe dekhte kyu the?”

Nakul sirf smile deta hai.

Answer nahi deta.

Bas ek dheema sa, meaningful smile…

Arti us smile ko decode karne ki koshish me uske chehre ko thodi der tak dekhti rehti hai.

---

AMBIENCE

Cabin ka fan dheere-dheere ghoom raha hai…

Bahar readers books ke panno palat rahe hain…

Library ka shaant, cozy, thoda romantic sa vibe…

Camera dheere se cabin se zoom out hota hai…

Scene fade out.

SCENE — Avantika’s Reveal (Afternoon, Next Day)

Cinematic, gritty, disturbing but without explicit sexual detail

---

Dhoop ki halki si orange roshni room ke chhote se window se andar aa rahi thi.

Room me ek thandi, sanitised si khamoshi.

Avantika dheere-dheere aankhen kholti hai…

Jaise kisi ne use patthar ki neend de di ho.

Sir me tez dard ka hammering jaisa jhonka uthta hai—

Uske muh se ek “Ahhhh…” nikal jata hai.

Wo haath se apna sir pakadti hai…

Phir achanak seedhi baith jaati hai.

Uski saansen bhaari, tez…

Wo charo taraf nazrein ghuma kar room ko dekhti hai—

Bare walls

Ek metal chair

Ek corner me CCTV ki red blinking light

Aur darwaza jisme upar ek chhoti si grill lagi hai.

Achanak—

FLASHBACKS black & white strobe me chalne lagte hain…

---

FLASHBACK – NIGHT (Broken, Distorted Memories)

(Camera shaky, sounds muffled)

1. Van ka darwaza khulna.

Koi uske baazu pakad kar use ghasith raha hai…

Avantika chilati hai, roti hai—

“Chhodo mujhe! CHHODO!!”

2. Gloves pehne huye haath usse kheech kar farmhouse ke andar le jaate hain.

Lights bright, harsh…

Floor marbel ka…

Waha Vicky aur Rathod pehle se khade hain—security ke sath.

3. Rathod aage badhta hai—

Avantika ka gireban pakad kar use jhatke se apne paas kheechta hai.

Ek thappad.

Phir dusra thappad.

Aawaz echo hoti hai.

Avantika ka muh side me jhatakta hai… aankhon me aansu bhar aate hain.

4. Wo palat kar Rathod par tut padti hai—

Lekin Vicky beech me aa kar uske baazu pakad lete hai.

Ek jhatke me Avantika ka sir deewar se takra jata hai.

Uski cheekh… uska sar dard se phatne lagta hai.

Wo zameen par girti hai, saans toot-ti hui.

5. Behoshi aane se pehle use Rathod ki khurduri awaaz yaad aati hai—

“Bandh karo is maderchod ko

Aur zyada natak kare toh…

…iski maa behen ko chod dena

(Words ka matlab dark tha, lekin visuals se kuch explicit nahi dikhaya)

Flashback static ke sath cut hota hai.

PRESENT – AFTERNOON

Avantika ek jhatke se hosh me aati hai…

Uska dil zhanzhana jaise dhol ki tarah dhadak raha hai.

Uske haath kaanp rahe hain.

Uski saansen phool rahi hain.

Aankhon me darr utar aata hai—

Bilkul raw.

Avantika (broken whisper):

“Kisi ko… pata bhi nahi hoga ki main yaha hoon…”

Wo apne baalon me haath pherti hai—

Baal poore bikhre huye…

Honth sukhe hue…

Mathe par pasine ki boonde chamak rahi hain…

“Shayad…

shayad koi mujhe dhoond bhi nahi raha…”

Uski awaaz andar hi andar dab jaati hai.

Camera dheere-dheere uske chehre ke kareeb aata hai—

Fear-lined eyes

Trembling lips

Sweat

Breath trembling

Absolute helplessness.

Frame freeze.

Scene ends.

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Update 34



SCENE — Vicky Hit & Run Case Se Ek Din Pehle

Cinematic, parallel tension — group vs. Rathod’s farmhouse

INT. GROUP HOUSE / RESTAURANT BACK AREA — EVENING

Kal ki hearing ka pressure sabke chehron par dikh raha tha, lekin is baar unke paas proof tha…
Real, solid, dangerous proof.

Nandita, Humera, Anisha, Ishaani, Anushka, aur thodi der ke liye online joodi Rahat — sab ek jagah sitting area me files, phones aur printouts ke beech me baithe they.

Hawa me ek silent confidence tha.

Nandita (calm, assured):
“Vedios kaafi strong hain. Court ye case aise band nahi karega.
Main agle shocker tak dates ko stretch kar lungi… easily.”

Humera ke kandhon ka bojh pehli baar halka dikh raha tha.
Usne aankhon me aansuon ke sath muskurane ki koshish ki—

Humera:
“Bas… kal judge sach me sun le. Yahi dua hai.”

Anushka:
“Don’t worry. Is baar hum haarenge nahi.”

Ishaani:
“Kal subah sab time par ready rehna.
Next hearing tak hume aur strong banna hoga.”

Sab ek circle me baithe…
Pehli baar poora group ek hi dhun me — justice.

Camera slow dolly-out karta hai…
Unki planning, hope, aur determination ek frame me capture hoti hai.

CUT TO: INT. FARMHOUSE BASEMENT ROOM — SAME TIME

Zameen thandi.
Walls pe damp patches.
Light ek dim tube ki tarah flicker kar rahi.

Vicky ek corner me table par baitha,
Glass me drink ghuma raha hai—

Honth kaanp rahe.
Aankhen laal.
Ghabrahat uske gestures se bhi dikh rahi thi.

Vicky (murmuring):
“They have the videos… agar kal court me… toh main gaya.”

Pas ki wall ke peeche — Avantika ek dusre kamre me baandhi bethi thi.

Rathod room me enter hota hai—
Sharp suit. Cold eyes.
Ek businessman ke chehre par aaj sirf hinsaa aur darr ka shadow tha.

Rathod:
“Vedios uske paas hi honge.
Aur agar woh nahi de rahi…
Hum nikalwa lenge.”

Avantika ko ek dusre room se unki awaaz faintly sunai deti hai—
Uske haath kaanp te hain.
Wo ek corner me khud ko protect karne ki pose me hoti hai.

Rathod ek chhota sa gesture karta hai apne guard ko.

Door swings open.
Do lady security guards room me enter hoti hain—
Sakht, tall, intimidating.

Avantika unhe dekh kar shock me peeche sarak jaati hai—
Uski saansein frantically badhti hui.

Avantika (fear-filled):
“Nahi… nahi PLEASE—
maine kaha na mere paas kuch nahi hai!”

Lady guard uske baalon ko zordaar jhatke se pakad leti hai
Aur use kheech kar room se bahar le jati hai.

Door slam.
Andar se awaaz…

Avantika:
“CHHOD DO! MAT PAKDO!
MAT— AHHHH—”

Camera door ke bahar still rehta hai.
Sirf inside ka muffled chaos sunai deta hai…
Breaking heart, breaking hope.

Vicky drink table par rakh deta hai.
Haath kaanp rahe hain.

Vicky (whisper):
“One day left… bus ek din…”

Rathod palat kar nikal jata hai farmhouse se—
Uske chehre par koi guilt nahi.
Sirf calculation.
---

FADE OUT — SUPER:

“Kal — first hearing.”

SCENE — HEARING DAY MORNING

Cinematic, courtroom drama – tension high from both sides


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EXT. COURT PREMISES — MORNING

Hawayein halki thand lekar chal rahi thi…
Lekin court ke bahar dono taraf ka tension kisi tufaan se kam nahi tha.

Vicky, apne lawyer Adv. Jagdish Mishra ke sath court ke gate ke paas khada tha.
Uske chehre par gussa… aankhon me zidd… aur ego ka dard.

Doori par Humera, Ishaani, aur Nandita court complex ke andar ki taraf badh rahe the.
Humera ke hont kas ke band… aankhein laal, bina dare seedhi Vicky ki aankhon me takti hui.
Vicky bhi usi intensity se ghoorta hua—
Jaise dono ke beech me poison bhari hawa ho.

Ishaani quietly Humera ka haath pakad leti hai—
Supportive, protective.

Ishaani (softly):
“Chal… hum sab yahin hain.”

Teenon court building ke andar enter karti hain.


---

INT. COURT ROOM — FEW MINUTES LATER

Courtroom me halki halki fufusaahat…
Judge apni seat par aakar baithte hain.
Sab log khade hote hain.
Atmosphere serious.

Nandita confident steps ke sath khadi hoti hai.


---

NANDITA:

“My Lord, mere client Humera ka aarop hai ki Vicky Rathod ne unki dadi ko apni car se kuchla
aur jurrat dekhiye—ghar walon ko chhod, ye khud hospital pahunchkar Humera ko dhamkiyan bhi de kar aaya,
taaki case daba diya jaaye.
Isliye meri vinamr prarthna hai ki court is case ko accept kare.”

Judge sir halka sa head nod karte hain.


---

JUDGE:

“Defence ko kuch kehna hai?”


---

Advocate Jagdish Mishra— slick, confident, insaan kam aur TV show ka villain zyada lagne wala—
smirk ke sath khada hota hai.


---

JAGDISH (mockingly):

“My Lord, kahani to bahut film jaisi likh daali in logon ne…
Ameer ladka dekha, socha paise nikalwa lenge.
Inke ‘accident’ ki koi buniyad nahi.”


---

NANDITA:

“Objection, My Lord!”


---

JUDGE:

“Objection overruled.”

Nandita teeth press karti hai… lekin calm rehti hai.


---

JAGDISH:

“Sach to ye hai, My Lord, ki unki dadi ka koi accident hua hi nahi.
Wo to bas waha phisal kar gir gayi thi.
Aarop jhoote hain. Humare paas saboot bhi hai… aur gawah bhi.”

Courtroom me halki si fufusaahat.

Nandita, Humera, Ishaani ek dusre ki taraf tension me dekhte hain.


---

JUDGE:

“Gawah ko bulaiye.”


---

Court ka door khulta hai.
Ek aadmi — Sevakram, 40s, normal kapde, nervous expression ke sath katghare tak aata hai.

Jagdish usse confidence ke sath introduce karta hai.


---

JAGDISH:

“My Lord, ye hain Sevakram. Inki waha ek chhoti si mobile shop hai…
bilkul wahi jahan yeh so-called accident hua.”

“Haan to Sevakram ji… bataiye us din kya hua tha?”


---

SEVAKRAM (theek se qadam rakhte hue):

“Judge sahab… jyada to yaad nahi…
par haan, itna yaad hai ki main apni dukan me kaam kar raha tha.
Achanak shor hua… aur maine dekha… ek budhi dadi zameen par giri hui thi.
Bas… itna hi.”


---

Camera zoom hota hai:

Humera ka gussa duba hua

Ishaani ka disbelief

Nandita ki steady eyes, jo gawah ko scan kar rahi hain

Vicky ke hothon par halka victorious smirk


Courtroom ki hawa achanak heavy ho jaati hai.

SCENE — COURTROOM: Nandita’s Cross-Examination

Tension at peak. Drama subtle, sharp, courtroom intensity.


---

Judge:
“Advocate Nandita… cross-examination?”

Nandita dheere se uthi— calm, composed, lekin aankhon me woh steel jaisa confidence.
Poora courtroom us par nazar jama deta hai.

Woh katghare me khade Sevakram ke saamne jaakar rukti hai.
Ek halki si smile— jis me challenge bhi hai, aur warning bhi.


---

NANDITA:

“Mr. Sevakram… aapne kaha ki aapne bus shor suna aur fir dadi ko zameen par gira hua dekha.
Sahi?”


---

SEVAKRAM:

“Haan… ji.”


---

NANDITA (slow, controlled voice):

“Matlab…
Aapne accident hote hue nahi dekha.”

Sevakram thoda sa hilta hai.


---

SEVAKRAM:

“Ji… haan matlab… maine accident hote hue nahi dekha…”


---

Courtroom me halki saans ki awaaz.
Jagdish ki gardan ka muscle twitch hota hai.


---

NANDITA:

“Accha… yeh bataiye…
Aapki mobile shop… road se kitni door hai?”


---

SEVAKRAM:

“Bas… thoda sa hi… 10–15 steps…”


---

NANDITA (brows slightly raised):

“10–15 steps?
Matlab… road aapke saamne?”


---

SEVAKRAM:

“Ji haan…”


---

NANDITA (tone suddenly sharp):

“Toh jab accident nahi dekha…
dadi ka girna nahi dekha…
aur car ka guzarna nahi dekha…
toh aapne kis basis par kaha ki wo phisal kar giri?”

Dead silence.
Sevakram hichkicha jata hai.


---

SEVAKRAM:

“Woh… woh… maine suna tha…”


---

NANDITA:

“Kis se suna tha?”

Sevakram jugal karne lagta hai… aankhein idhar-udhar.


---

SEVAKRAM (hichkichahat):

“Bas… log bol rahe the…”


---

NANDITA (firm, crisp):

“Kaun log? Naam bataiye.”

Courtroom me tension aur badhta hai.

Sevakram ko pasina aa jata hai.


---

SEVAKRAM:

“Main… main naam nahi jaanta…”


---

Nandita ek step aage badhti hai— calm but lethal.


---

NANDITA:

“Aapka statement…
aapne security officer ko diya ya defence lawyer ko?”


---

SEVAKRAM (ghabra kar):

“Woh… lawyer sahib ko…”


---

NANDITA:

“Kab?”


---

SEVAKRAM:

“Kal raat ko…”

Aakhri line courtroom me thunderbolt ki tarah girti hai.

Sabki aankhein wide.

Ishaani haath se mooh dhak leti hai.
Humera ki aankhon me gussa + disbelief.

Judge bhi ek second ke liye apne specs ke upar se gawah ko ghoorta hai.


---

NANDITA (voice now icy):

“Matlab…
accident hua tha do hafte pehle.
Aur aap se statement kal raat liya gaya?”

Sevakram bilkul silent.


---

NANDITA (slowly, clean punchline):

“Kyuki asli gawah…
toh abhi tak aage aaya hi nahi.”

“Ya phir…
koi aapki zubaan hi kal raat chalwa ke aaya?”

Vicky ka face tough ho jata hai.
Jagdish stiff ho jaata hai.

Sevakram bilkul lapet me aa gaya tha.


---

NANDITA (towards judge):

“My Lord, witness ki statement doubtful, contradictory aur freshly manufactured lagti hai.
Court se vinamr nivedan hai ki is gawah ki testimony ko reliable na maana jaye.”

Judge serious expression ke sath note karte hain.


---

Camera zoom:

Humera ke honton par halki si aas

Ishaani ki aankhon me proud relief

Vicky ka jaw tighten

Jagdish ka face stiff


Scene cut — tension thicker than ever.

 Kahani me twist,sevakram :-

Judge, Nandita, Ishaani — sab us gawah Sevak ki baat sun rahe hote hain. Courtroom me ek dum se ek gandi si silence chaa jaati hai.

Sevak (continuing):

"…par haan, ek car waha se tez gati me nikli thi. Lekin main nahi keh sakta ki usne un dadi ko maara. Ho sakta hai wo gir gayi ho… ya ho sakta hai car ki wajah se hosh kho diya ho. Maine khud accident hote hue nahi dekha."

Ye line sunkar defence lawyer Jagdish ke chehre par ek unchaha expression

Kyuki Sevak ki agli line sakht dhamaka kar deti hai.

Sevak (thoda ruk kar):

"Par ek baat jaroor kahunga, my lord… jab budhiya zameen par thi… uske chehre par ghabrahat thi… jaise kuch chhupa rahi ho."

Courtroom me halki si fufusaahat.
Jagdish ka chehra phik padta hai.

Jagdish:

"My lord, gawah ko confuse mat hone diya jaye—"

Nandita (teekhe tone me):

"Confuse aap ho rahe hain, gawah nahi."

Judge calm gesture karta hai.

Nandita:

"Sevak ji, kya aap courts ko bata sakte hain… kya aapne uss ladke ko dekha jo us din car ke andar tha ??

Sevak ek second sochta hai… fir dheere se kehta hai:

Sevak:

"Haan… us ladke ko maine nahi dekha tha… par waha bhid me bahut ladke they jo chupn khade they… ho sakta hai koi ladka ho unhi me se... Mujhe kuch maloom nahi,

Ishaani turant Humera ka haath zor se pakad leti hai.
Humera ki aankhon me aansu aa jaate hain — par gusse wale, cheeky nahi.

Jagdish (jaldi se):

"My lord, yeh gawah ko gumraah karne ki koshish kar rahe hai. "

Judge:

"Defence lawyer, aapne khud gawah ko bulaya hai. Court gawah ki har line ko note kar raha hai."

Jagdish bilkul chup.
Vicky door se Humera ko ghoorta rehta hai — aankhon me gussa, ego aur… darr.

Judge thoda aage jhuk kar kehta hai:

Judge:

"Prima facie, court ko lagta hai ki yeh case dismiss karne layak nahi, balki further investigation ke liye open hai. Court case ko accept karta hai."

Court me halki si tension wali energy phail jaati hai.

Humera ek lamha aansu rok kar Nandita ko dheere se bolti hai:

"Thank you…"

But Nandita sirf ek confident smile deti hai.

Ishaani ke mann me voice-over style:

"Game ab shuru hui hai, Vicky… ab tujhe hum sab mil kar giraayenge."

CUT TO:
Court ke corridor me Vicky ka ek dead-serious extreme close-up. Uski aankhon me badla, ego aur ek dangerous vow:

Vicky (andar hi andar):

"Humera… tumne galat logon se panga le liya hai."

CINEMATIC MONTAGE — “BEHEN_CODE: Hearing Day’s Tension”

Background music: slow, deep, heartbeat-style thump… thump… thump…
Camera ek-ek karke sab ladkiyon par shift hota hai.


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**1. ARTI — Home Library / Kitchen

(Soft warm light, but mood tense)

Arti kitchen me chai bana rahi hoti hai.
Hath me chamach, par dimag court me.

MIL ka dialogue background me:
"Arti, zara masale kam hai chai me—"

Arti sun hi nahi paati.
Uski aankhein bas window ki taraf — door ki taraf jaise koi news aa jaaye.

Camera zoom:
Uske phone par notification nahi aayi, par wo phir bhi baar-baar check karti hai.

Cup me chai sab bhar jaati hai… woh almost overflow hone lagti hai.

Arti (under breath):
"Bas… case accept ho jaaye…

Uska chehra silent stress me jala hua.


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**2. RAHAT — Radio Station Booth

(Blue tint lighting, machines ki light blink)

Rahat ek mic ke samne briefing discuss kar rahi hoti hai apne colleague Arvind se.

Arvind:
"Yeh segment ka intro thoda soft rakhna… listeners emotional—"

Par Rahat ka dhyaan puri tarah uske phone screen par.
Uske samne laptop me audio wave chalte rehte hain… par uski aankhein ekdum blank.

Colleague use hila kar ask karta hai:

Arvind:
"Rahat… are you okay?"

Rahat forced smile.

Rahat:
"Haan haan… just… family stuff."

Camera slow-mo me uski ungli phone ki screen par tap karti hai —
WhatsApp group “BEHEN_CODE ?” — no new message.

She swallows her worry.


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**3. ANUSHKA — Bank Floor

(Fluorescent tube lights, customers line, keypad clicks)

Anushka ek client ka form fill karwa rahi hoti hai,
par uska chehra normally calm rehta hai — aaj nahi.

Client kuch poochta hai:
“Madam, nominee kaise change hota hai?”

Par Anushka ki aankhein window ke glass se bahar dekh rahi hoti hai.
Dimaag court room me.

Phone counter ke niche rakha hai…
wo chhupke se ek glance leti hai.

Her thoughts:
"Nandita handle kar legi… par phir bhi… Humera akeli mat pad jaaye waha."

Customer coughs.
Anushka jhatke se reality me wapas.

Anushka:
"Haan… sorry… nominee form main fill kar deti hoon."

Lekin haath thoda tremble karta hai.


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**4. ANISHA — College Canteen

(Colorful, noisy, but in slow-motion for her)

Canteen me bhid, students ki hansi, chatter…
par Anisha ko kuch sunai nahi de raha.

Wo ek cold coffee hilate-hilate bas table ko dekh rahi.

Kabeer saamne baitha hai, par wo bhi equally tense.
Phone dono ke beech meja par rakha hai — jaise bomb ho jiski tick-tick chal rahi ho.

Kabeer ka foot restless tap kar raha.
Anisha fingers nervously fidget.

Kabeer (softly):
"Nandita jeet jayegi na?"

Anisha dheere se sir hila deti hai…
but her eyes say: “I hope so.”

Camera unke dono phones par zoom —
screen blank… koi update nahi.


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**5. HUMERA & ISHAANI — Courtroom Bench (Earlier)

(Flash-jaisa overlay, just 1 second each)

Humera ke clenched fists

Ishaani ka tight jaw

Vicky ki intense stare

Judge ki gavel ki halki echo


Yeh shots montage ke andar faint overlay me chal rahe —
jaise sab ladkiyan andar hi andar wohi moment baar-baar dekh rahi ho.


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Final Montage Shot

Camera ek wide cinematic split frame banata hai:
Arti in kitchen
Rahat in studio
Anushka in bank
Anisha & Kabeer in canteen
Sab alag jagah, alag kaam… par sabke chehre ek hi kahani suna rahe— TENSION.

Background heartbeat slow hoti jaati hai…

THUMP… THUMP… THUMP…

Suddenly:

Phone ka ek single vibration sound.

Screen black.

** text appears:
“COURT KA VERDICT AAGAYA HAI…” **

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Update 35




? Scene: Phone Vibrations — Sabki Duniyan Ek Pal Ke Liye Ruk Jaati Hai

Arti kitchen me bartan rakh rahi thi… uske phone ki vibration sunai deti hai.
Rahat studio me mic adjust kar rahi thi, tabhi uske phone ki light chamakti hai.
Anushka ek client ka form stamp kar rahi thi, uska phone desk par hilta hai.
Anisha canteen me Kabeer ki kisi baat ka jawab dene hi wali hoti hai, tabhi notification aati hai.

Sabke phone par ek saath ek hi notification pop hoti hai…


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? Nandita (Court Group Chat Message):

“Case ACCEPT ho gaya! Judge ne Vicky par next 7 din tak detailed investigation ka order de diya hai.
Hum jeet ki taraf badh rahe hain!”


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Reaction Montage

Arti ek lamha ke liye zara sa muskura deti hai… jaise tension ka aadha bojh kandhon se utar gaya.
Rahat apni saansen thodi si theek karti hai, H.O.D. ki taraf “1 min” sign karke phone dheere band karti hai.
Anushka chhupke se ek halki smile deti hai — jahaan par bhi ho, dil me ek chota sa “thank God” nikal padta hai.
Anisha ki aankhon me umeed aa jati hai, wo Kabeer ki taraf dekh kar sirf itna bolti hai,
“Case accept ho gaya…”
Kabeer: “Good… very good!”



INT. CORPORATE CONFERENCE HALL – AFTERNOON

Ek bade, modern conference hall me Rathod apni leather chair par seedha baitha tha.
Glass table ke dono taraf board members, presentations, charts, growth numbers — sab chal raha tha.
Rathod normally apni meetings me ek commanding presence rakhta hai…
Lekin aaj uska focus bar-bar hil raha tha.

Project head bol raha hota hai:

Project Head: “Sir, next quarter me hum—”

Tabhi conference hall ka darwaza dheere se khulta hai.

Sabki nazrein ek saath door par tik jaati hain.
Andar aata hai — Rathod ka secretary, jo aam taur par meeting ke duran kabhi enter nahi hota.

Rathod ki aankhein sank jaati hain.

Rathod (under his breath): “Kya hua…?”

Secretary dheere, controlled steps me conference table ke paas tak aata hai.
Poora hall silent.

Secretary jhuk kar Rathod ke kaan ke bilkul paas, bahut dheemi awaaz me batata hai:

Secretary (whisper):
“Sir… court ne case accept kar liya.
Next 7 din ka detailed investigation order diya hai.”

Rathod ek lamha ke liye bilkul still ho jaata hai.

Koi reaction nahi.
Koi word nahi.
Koi gesture nahi.

Bas camera close-up me uska chehra…

Aur uske expression me ek deep, layered mix:

gussa — jaise kisi ne uske empire ko challenge diya ho,

shock — jaise ye update usne expect hi nahi kiya tha,

frustration — kyunki game plan leak ho gaya,

confusion — kis point par gadbad hui,

aur sabse gehra — darr.


Aankhon me ek second ke liye woh fear chamakta hai jo koi mafia kingpin bhi chhupaa nahi sakta.

Board members confused hokar Rathod ko dekh rahe…
Room me ek ajeeb sa tension ka vacuum.

Rathod apni jaw tighten karta hai…
Fingers table par dabti hain

EXT. RATHOD CORPORATE TOWER – AFTERNOON


Cut to — Building ke bahar ka chaos.

Glass façade ke neeche dozen news vans,
Boom mics,
Tripods,
Cameras ke flashy lenses,
Aur journalists ki bheed…

Sab ek hi breaking headline ke liye bhookhe:

“Rathod Empire ka waris — Vicky Rathod — custody me!”

Security guards media ko rokne ki puri koshish kar rahe the,
lekin bheed har second badh rahi thi.

Tabhi main gate khulta hai.

Aur RATHOD bahar aata hai.

Black suit, dark sunglasses…
Lekin aaj uski body language me woh arrogance nahi —
Bas ek tight, cold tension.

Jaise hi wo ek step bahar rakhta hai —
Media explodes.

Reporter 1:
“Sir! Kya kaheinge apke bete ke arrest par?!”

Reporter 2:
“Sir, kya yeh Manoranjan Rathod empire ka patan shuru hai?”

Reporter 3:
“Sir! Did you misuse power to save your son?!”

Microphones uske muh se tak takra jaate hain.

Cameras ke flash ek ke baad ek uske face par gir rahe hain,
jaise kisi guilty king ke upar spotlight pad rahi ho.

Rathod bilkul shant, bilkul stone-faced.
Na koi word.
Na koi reaction.

Bus ek second ke liye,
camera zoom karta hai —
uski aankhon me woh pressure, woh fear ki halki si lakir dikh jaati hai.

Security uska path clear karti hai.
Rathod sidha apni black Mercedes tak jaata hai.

Media crowd phir chikh padta:

Reporter 4:
“Sir! Is Vicky guilty?!”

Reporter 5:
“Sir, Avantika reporter se apke jhagde ki news sach hai ya nahi

Rathod zero response.
Sirf door slam.

Gadi start hoti hai —
aur paparazzi ke flashes windshield par barsaate hue —
Mercedes high speed me aage nikal jaati hai.


EXT. ARTI KI HOME LIBRARY – EVENING

Library ke andar hamesha ki tarah shaant,
lekin aaj kuch alag hi energy thi —
Pura BEHEN_CODE group ek jagah jama.

Shelves par girti golden shaam ki light,
table par chai ke cups, notebooks, legal papers,
aur sabke chehron par —
new hope + new tension ka mix.

Arti counter ke paas khadi sabko dekh rahi thi,
aur ek lambe waqt baad uske face par halka sa sukoon tha.

Nandita files band karti hai aur bolti hai:

Nandita:
“Sab kuch theek chal raha hai… lekin ek problem hai.
Humein 7 din me saboot chahiye.
War­na next hearing me court humare liye tough ho jayega.”

Sab serious ho jaate hain.

Anushka (confident tone):
“True. Ab yeh case high profile ban chuka hai…
Court bhi fast mode me chalega, judge bhi.”

Ishaani:
“Par… woh videos?
Nandita, aapne court me wo videos kyu nahi dikhaye?”

Nandita calmly files dubara kholti hai.

Nandita:
“Wo videos humara secret weapon hain.
Abhi dikhaye to Rathod side ko prepare hone ka time mil jayega.
Agar last moment me humein kuch nahi milta,
tab hum unhe use karenge.”

Group me ek silent agreement sa hota hai.
Sab ek pal ke liye ek-dusre ko dekhte hain…
Heads nod.

Anisha haath jod kar puchti hai:

Anisha:
“Nandita ma’am, Avantika ki koi khabar?
Hum jab milne gaye the to thane ne bola raat me shift kar diya…”

Nandita ka expression ekdum thoda heavy ho jata hai.

Nandita:
“Haan… mujhe bhi pata chala.
Rule ke hisaab se 24 hours me court me pesh karna hota hai,
lekin kuch special conditions me time extend ho sakta hai.
Kal usse pesh kiya jayega.”

Rahat (uneasy):
“Lekin ma’am… yeh sab sahi nahi lag raha.”

Arti (determinaton ke saath):
“Kuch bhi ho…
Avantika ke liye hum har koshish karenge.
Chahe jo karna pade.”

Group silent ho jata hai.
Ek deep resolve sabke faces par clearly dikhne lagta hai.

Library ka fan dheere dheere ghoom raha hai…
Shelves ke books ke panno ki halki khanak…
Aur camera zoom out hota hai:

Paanch ladkiya ek circular table ke around,
middle me legal files,
side me chai,
back me heavy bookshelves…

INT. RATHOD FARMHOUSE – DUSK


Kamra andhera…
Hawa ab bhi waha band si thi…
Aur Avantika jaise kisi gehri, dard bhari neend se jhatke me jaagti hai.

Uske chehre par, gale par, dono haathon par
laal–baingani nishaan…
Belt ke, thappadon ke, pakadne ke…
Kaise bhi maar kar banaye gaye.

Uska muh kapde se bandha hua,
haathon me rassi ka kasav,
aur pair ek heavy lohe ki chain se zameen ki ring par lock.

Do din se kuch nahi khaya tha.
Bhookh, thakan, dard —
sab ek saath uske sar me bijli ki tarah ghoomne lagte hain.

Wo dheere se aankhein kholti hai,
kamra hazy dikhta hai,
phir dheere dheere clear hota hai—

Ek kone me broken chair…
Dusre kone me ek dusty tubelight jo kabhi kabhi blink ho rahi hai…
Aur beech me bas wo —
bandhi hui, thakki hui, lekin abhi bhi toot nahi payi.

Avantika ki saansen tej ho jati hain
jaise uska body usse hi puch raha ho:

“Tu bach payegi?
Koi aa raha hai?
Koi dhund raha hoga?
Ya… koi bhi nahi?”

Uski aankhon me ek pal ke liye
pura darr bhar jata hai.

Tabhi—
BAHAR SE ek zor ka tyre drift ki awaaz.

Phsssshhhhh—
gaadi gravel par jor se rukti hai.

Farmhouse ke gate par ek black SUV,
aur usme se Rathod nikalta hai…
Bohot tezi se, almost daudte hue,
lekin uska face —
thaka hua, gusse se bharahua, pareshan.

Guard usko dekhte hi seedhe ho jaate hain.
Unke chehre par bhi ajeeb mixture —
gussa bhi, guilt bhi,
jaise wo bhi soch rahe ho:

“Yeh sab kitna bura ho raha hai…”

Rathod bina kuch bole
seedha bar counter tak jaata hai.
Ek whisky bottle uthata hai
aur directly neck se ek badi sip leta hai.

Uske haath thode kaamp rahe the.

Rathod (self-talk, broken voice):
"Desh ke sabse bade sethon me se ek…
Rathod.
Paisa itna… ki kuch bhi khareed sakun.
Kisi ki zindagi… kisi ka badla…
Sab.”

Ek aur sip.
Is baar bohot badi.

Rathod:
“Lekin…
aaj apne hi bete ki aazadi nahi kharid pa raha hoon.”

Guard apni nazrein jhuka lete hain.

Rathod ki aankhon me ek pal ko
dard aur gussa dono ek saath chamak jaate hain.

Wo achanak se zor se cheekh padta hai—

“VICKYYYYYY!”

Uski awaaz farmhouse me goonjti hai.
Darwaze hil jaate hain.

Rathod (softening, trembling):
“Darna mat beta…
Main hoon tere saath.”

Woh aankhein band karta hai,
deep saans leta hai,
jaise apna shattered confidence jodne ki koshish kar raha ho.

Phir—
uska expression wapas wahi
cold, dead serious Rathod wala ho jaata hai.

Wo dheere dheere
us metal door ki taraf badhta hai
jiske peeche Avantika bandhi hui thi.

Uske steps ka echo
kamre ke andar bandhi Avantika tak pahunchta hai…
Aur ek thandi si lahar
uski spine me utar jaati hai.

Scene – Rathod opens the door


Rathod dheere se darwaza kholta hai. Andar ghup andhera aur kamaray ki hawa mein bandhan ki boo ghuli hui thi. Jaise hi darwaza poora khulta hai, ek bejaan, kamzor si ladki — Avantika — nazar aati hai.

Zanjeeron se jakdi hui.
Bistar ke kone par simti hui.
Jism par purane-naye nishan.
Kapde mail se bhare hue.
Aankhon ke neeche gehri kaali haayen.

Rathod ke haath mein abhi bhi whiskey ki bottle thi, jiska dhakkan aadha khula hua. Woh dheere-dheere uske paas badhta hai.

Avantika uski nazdeeki se ghabra kar peeche hatne ki koshish karti hai, lekin pair ki lohe ki chain usse sirf kuch inches tak hi le jaati hai. Chain khinchti hai… uske pair me chot lage hue hisse dobara dard se bhar uthte hain.

Rathod
(bohot shaant, bina gusse ke)
“Avantika… main tumhara dushman nahi hoon.”

Woh zanjeeron ko dekhta hai… phir uske jism par padhe nishanon ko. Uski aankhon me na zulm ka iraada tha, na koi dayaa — sirf ek thakan, ek bechaini, ek majboori ka bojh.

Rathod
“Lekin main apne bete se pyaar bahut karta hoon… bahut.
Tumhe aisa nahi karna chahiye tha.
Agar tum sidhi tarah bata do…
Video kaha hai, kis ke paas hai…
To main khud tumhe tumhare ghar chhod kar aaunga.”

Woh ek kadam peeche jaakar gehri saans leta hai.

Rathod
“Ye ek businessman ki zubaan hai.
Aaj mera beta pehli baar jail ki salakhon ke peeche gaya hai…
Lekin main use waha jyada der rehne nahi dunga.
Tu samajhti hai na?”

Avantika ke chehre par halka sa change — jaise uske dil ka bojh ek second ke liye halka ho.
Usse samajh aa jata hai ki Humeira ka case court ne accept kar liya hai.
Iska matlab… uska sacrifice bekaar nahi gaya.

Lekin agla khayal uske dil ko kaat deta hai —
“Kya mere videos safely kahin pahunch gaye honge?”
“Ya sab yahi ruk jayega…?”

Woh abhi iss confusion me doobi hui hoti hai ki Rathod aage badhta hai, uske muh par bandhi kapde ki strip ko khol deta hai. Avantika turant tez saans leti hai — jaise do din baad hawaa phir se uske gale tak pahunchi ho.

Rathod awaaz lagata hai:

Rathod (thoda zor se)
“Shyam!”

Do guard turant andar aate hain.

Rathod
“Ise ab aur bandh karne ki zarurat nahi.
Yeh dushman nahi hai…
Humare desh ki ek reputed reporter hai.
Isse khane-pine ko kuch de do.”

Guard dono ek dusre ko dekhte hain — pehli baar unke chehre se gussa halka padta hai. Woh Avantika ki zanjeer aur rassi kholne lagte hain.

Rathod ek pal ke liye Avantika ko dekhta hai —
kuch sochta hai, kuch chhupata hai —
aur bina kuch aur kahe, waha se chala jaata hai.

Avantika sirf uski peeth ko jaate hue dekhti rehti hai…

Uske dimaag me ek hi sawaal ghoom raha tha:
“Achanak is aadmi ko kya ho gaya…?”

Scene – Anisha’s Hostel Room


Raat ke kareeb 11 baj rahe the.
Hostel ke corridor me kahin door se ladkiyon ki hansi, kahin TV ka halkasa noise…
Lekin Anisha ke kamre me sirf khamoshi.

Desk lamp ki roshni me wo kitabon me doobi hui thi —
par uska dimaag kahin aur tha.

Avantika.
Wahi naam har do second me wapas aata ja raha tha.

“Wo kaisi hogi…?”
“Kya usne kuch khaya hoga…?”
“Kya wo safe hogi…?”

Har sawaal ek aur naye darr ko janam de raha tha.
Kitab samne khuli thi, par words dhundla rahe the.

Aakhirkar usne kitab band ki — thapp —
aur thodi jhunjhlaahat ke saath apna phone uthaya.

Screen khuli…
Chats open…
Naam glowing: KABEER.

Usne sirf ek chota sa text bheja, bas itna ki shayad uska dimaag halka ho jaaye.

2 minute.

Phir screen blink —
Kabeer: “Oyeeee! Kya hua meri topper madam ko? ??”

Wahi jolly, goofy style.
Wahi tone jo hamesha Anisha ko hansa deta tha.
Par aaj… uska dil us tone ko absorb nahi kar pa raha tha.

Anisha ne phone bed par phek diya —
khud dono ghutnon ko gale laga kar kuch seconds tak behti rahi.
Dimag me Avantika ki image ghoom rahi thi —
Zaroor kahin darr rahi hogi, zaroor buri condition me hogi…

Rokna mushkil ho gaya.

Usne phir phone uthaya.
Lambi saans li.
Aur jitne sawal the… jitni chinta thi…
jitna dard Avantika ke liye mehsoos ho raha tha —
sab ek long text me likh diya.

Aur send.

Phone phir se bed par rakh diya.

10 minutes.
Room me sirf clock tik-tik.

Phir phone vibrate karta hai.

Anisha ne screen dekhi —
Kabeer typing…
Then message open hua.

Kabeer ka pura paragraph:

> “Anisha, suno. Tum bahut sensitive ho aur ye acchi baat hai. Avantika strong hai, usne apni life me bohot kuch dekha hai. Agar tum uske liye itna feel karti ho, iska matlab tum ek acchi dost ho. Aur trust me, tum logon ne jo kiya hai… uska asar zaroor hoga. Kuch bhi ho, tum akeli nahi ho — I’m here. Don’t overthink. Bas aaram se saans lo.”



Anisha message padhti rahi…
Har line jaise uske dil ko dheere-dheere compress kar ke phir release kar rahi ho.

Usne phone side me rakha —
aur dheere se bed par let gayi.

Aankhen band karte hi ek relief breath uske mooh se nikali

Kabeer ka message jaise uske bechain dil par ek soft warm cloth rakh gaya ho.

[Ayush01111]

Rathod is scary bro ye busness man kum underwold maffia jyada lag raha hai

[Greenwood]

Update 36




INT. NANDITA’S APARTMENT – MORNING

Nandita ekdum early morning uth chuki thi.
Mirror ke saamne apna blazer theek karte hue uske chehre par ek focused, sharp determination dikh raha tha.

Table par case file, neatly arranged documents, aur ek chota sticky note:

“Today is the day.”

Wo apni puri file ek baar dobara scan karti hai —
har page, har line, har document.
Uski aankhon me woh lawyer wali confidence chamak rahi thi,
par andar kahin ek halka sa fear bhi —
aaj ka court hearing high profile thi.

Usne apna bag uthaya aur door lock karte hue mutter kiya:

“Let’s end this properly.”


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EXT. NANDITA’S OFFICE – MORNING

Nandita office pahunchti hai.
Entrance pe hi Anisha aur Rahat khade mil jaate hain.
Dono ke chehre pe tension bhi thi aur excitement bhi.

Rahat:
“Ma’am… ready?”

Nandita (deep breath lekar):
“Ready toh kal hi thi. Bas aaj court ready ho.”

Anisha:
“File check ki na? Kuch aur add—”

Nandita (interrupting, soft smile):
“Har chiz teen baar check ki hai. Hum bilkul taiyaar hain.”

Teeno office ke andar chalte hain,
Nandita file ko tightly pakde hue —
jaise ye case sirf ek client ka nahi,
ek ladki ki zindagi ka faisla carry karta ho.


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CUT TO: INT. BANK – MORNING

Anushka apne bank ka glass door push karke andar aati hai.
Jese hi wo enter karti hai —
purani hi familiarity,
roz ka warm-good-morning atmosphere.

Employees:
“Good morning, ma’am!”
“Good morning Anushka ji!”
“Good morning!”

Anushka ek professional smile ke saath sabko greet karte hue front desk ki taraf badhti hai.

Par aaj uske chehre par ek extra stiffness thi.
Aankhon me tension chupi hui thi —
zahir nahi kar rahi thi,
lekin bohot kuch uske dil me chal raha tha.

Aaj uski ek important meeting thi —
Bank ke regional officers ke saath.
Aur sath hi sath, Avantika ka case uske dimag me baar-baar flash ho raha tha.

Ek employee aake softly bolta hai:

“Ma’am, aaj wali meeting 10 baje confirm ho gayi hai.”

Anushka (light nod, professional tone):
“Okay. Files ready rakhna.”

Wo apni seat par jaake baithti hai,
laptop open karti hai…
par screen par spreadsheets hone ke bawajood,
dil me ek hi thought:

“Court me abhi kya hoga…?”

Uski nazar baar-baar phone par jaa rahi thi.

INT. SESSION COURT – NOON (12:00 PM SHARP)


Courtroom me bheed usual se zyada thi. Aaj Avantika ko pesh kiya jaana tha—
reporter hone ki wajah se media bhi quietly back benches me baitha tha.

Nandita, Anisha, aur Rahat perfect time par court me enter karte hain.
Nandita ke haath me poori bail file ready thi—confident, focused, prepared.

Jab clock ne exactly 12:00 PM strike kiya, clerk awaaz lagata hai:

“Case number 48/21 — State vs. Avantika Singh.”

Judge apni kursi par baith chuka hota hai.
Nandita respectfully aage badhti hai.


---

Judge (smiling lightly):

“Arre Nandita ji, aaj phir?
Kal bhi aap hi kisi case me lad rahi thi.
Chaliye, achha hai… court me aapko dekhna hamesha interesting hota hai.”

Nandita light nod deti hai, lekin aaj uske chehre par koi smile nahi —
sirf responsibility ka bojh.

Judge file check karta hai, phir security officer section ki taraf dekhta hai.


---

Judge:

“Inspector Zeeshan…
pesh kijiye apni muzrim, Avantika ko.
Aaj unki sunwai ka din hai.
Aap log itni late kaise ho gaye?”

Courtroom me sabke nazar Inspector Zeeshan par.

Wo haath baandh kar khada hota hai.
Aankhein jhuki hui.
Awaaz atakti hui.


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Zeeshan (slow, nervous):

“Ji… wo… Avantika ji…
wo security officer custody se…
bhag gayi, my lord.”

Pura courtroom shock me.
Sab taraf halki si hungama ki fufkar.

Anisha ke muh se halki si awaaz nikalti hai,
Rahat ka dil tezi se dhadakne lagta hai.
Nandita turant aage badhti hai—gusse se tharki hui.


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Nandita:

“What?! My Lord, yeh kya keh rahe hain?
Meri client inki custody se kaise bhag sakti hai?
Please inse poochiye—yeh mamla kuch aur hi lag raha hai.”


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Judge:

“Nandita ji, ek minute.
Pehle main baat clear karta hoon.”

Judge Zeeshan ki taraf poora body-turn lekar baat karta hai.


---

Judge (strict tone):

“Inspector sahab, yeh sirf kanoon ka nahi,
ek ladki ki jaan ka sawal hai.
Batayein, hua kya?”


---

Zeeshan (voice trembling):

“Ji… hum use court le aa rahe the.
Phir unhone washroom ke liye gaadi rukwai…
aur pata nahi kab…
kab wo… waha se… bhag gayi, my lord.”

Uske bolte hi Nandita literally phat padti hai.


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Nandita (angry, firm):

“My Lord, this is nonsense!
Ek fully guarded female detainee washroom se bhag gayi?
Aaj sunwai ka din tha—
yeh sab suspicious nahi lagta aapko?
Zaroor kuch gadbad hui hai!”

Courtroom murmurs erupt again.

Judge call bell bajakar sabko chup karata hai.


---

Judge (cold, authoritative):

“Inspector Zeeshan…
yeh aapki departmental failure hai.
Ek accused ka is tarah se farar ho jaana acceptable nahi.
Court aapse report chahega.”

Judge thoda ruk kar gavel table par tapkata hai.


---

Judge:

“Aur jab tak Avantika pakdi nahi jaati,
unpar non-bailable warrant jaari kiya jaata hai.
Nandita ji… aap apni client ki bail ko ab bhool jaiye.”

Nandita literally freeze ho jati hai.


---

Nandita (shocked, pleading):

“Sir, please… Avantika aisi nahi hai!
Wo imandar hai, reporter hai—
wo kyun bhagegi?
Aise nahi ho sakta!”


---

Judge:

“Court is adjourned.”

Hammer padta hai.

Courtroom khada hota hai.
Sab bahar nikalna shuru.
Nandita waha hi bench par baith jaati hai—
haath se apna matha pakad kar—
jaise uske saare calculations, saare plans
ek second me ulat gaye ho.

Anisha aur Rahat uske paas aa jate hain,
but Nandita ki aankhen ek hi jagah tikki hoti hain—

Inspector Zeeshan.

Wo Zeeshan ki taraf chalti hai,
aankhon me disappointment aur shaque.


---

Nandita (low, sharp):

“Inspector…
agar aapme thodi si bhi imandari bachi hai na…
to Avantika ko bacha lijiyega.
Uski zindagi aapke haath me hai.”

Zeeshan ke chehre par ek guilt-filled stiffness aa jata hai.
Wo aankhon me aankhein nahi mila pata.

Nandita file utha kar court se bahar chal deti hai—
heavy steps, frustrated breath,
aur dil me ek hi thought:

“Avantika… kahaan ho tum?”

INT. ARTI’S HOME LIBRARY – AFTERNOON — SAME DAY

The news court se nikalte hi ek teer ki tarah poore Behen_Code group tak pahunch chuki thi.

Library ka environment ek dum change ho chuka tha—
jahan pehle calm aur books ki khushboo hoti thi,
aaj waha hawa me pure panic, shock aur fear ghul chuke the.


---

Arti

Shelf ke paas khadi thi, haath me ek book,
par uske haath itne shake kar rahe thay ki book girte girte bachi.

Arti (whisper, shaken):

“Avantika… bhag gayi?
Ye… kaise ho sakta hai?
Kal raat tak sab theek tha…”

Uski awaaz me dar, guilt aur disbelief sab mila hua.


---

RAHAT OUTSIDE OF COURT WITH NANDITA AND ANISHA-

Rahat
Apni seat se literally uth kar aage badhti hai—
uska chehra ekdum fear-stricken.

Rahat:
“Nahi… yeh impossible hai.
Avantika khud bhaag jayegi?
Us ladki me itna himmat hi nahi ki wo case chhod kar bhaag jaaye.
Yeh security officer ki kahani jhooti lag rahi hai.”

Rahat ke haath cold pad chuke thay.
Uske dil me ek hi baat echo ho rahi thi—
“Kahin Avantika ke saath kuch hua to nahi…”


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FOOD ADDA CAFETERIA -

ISHANI
Table ke corner par gusse me fist tight kar ke khadi thi.

Ishaani (angry):
“security officer custody se koi itni aasani se bhaag nahi sakta.
Definitely kuch kiya gaya hai…
Yeh log sab milke cover-up kar rahe hain!”

Uski eyes red ho rahi thi—
frustration, helplessness, aur fear ka mix.


---

MONEY FROM HEAVEN BANK-

Anushka
Slowly phone ko side me rakhti hai.
Uske hath abhi bhi thoda tremble kar rahe thay.
Usne deep breath li, lekin uski awaaz bhi kap rahi thi.

Anushka (monologue)
“Kahi yeh Rathod ke logon ne hi nahi kya …
Main guarantee lekhar bolti hoon.
Avantika kabhi bhaag nahi sakti.
She’s too brave and too honest.
Kahin wo… unke paas hi to nahi…”

Uski voice end tak thodi break ho gayi.


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OUTSIDE OF COURT WITH NANDITA AND RAHAT

Anisha
Sabse delicate reaction Anisha ka tha.
Wo chair se dheere se uthti hai,
ankhon me shock aur pani dono jam chuke.

Anisha (soft, trembling):
“Main jaanti thi…
Main jaanti thi uske saath kuch galat ho raha hai…

---

Room ka mood

SAB EK SAATH, par completely breakdown ke edge par.

Court ka silence ab heavy ho chuka tha.
Pura area ek hi emotion se bhara tha—

FEAR.
ANGER.
GUILT.
HELPLESSNESS.


---

Rahat (determined, low tone):

“Hum Avantika ko dhoondenge.
Court kuch bhi bole—
security officer kuch bhi bole—
hume pata hai wo innocently missing hai.

Silence.

Ek dangerous silence.

LIBRARY -
Arti (firm tone, eyes intense):
“Is baar kuch bhi ho jaaye…
Behen_Code rukne wali nahi.
Avantika ko hum hi nikaalenge.”

Camera zooms out—
sari ladkiyan ek tight circle me khadi,
their fear now slowly turning into MISSION MODE.

Scene: Avantika Farmhouse — Silence, Fear, and an Unexpected Change


Raat ka waqt tha. Farmhouse ke ander ek ajeeb sa sannata tha… sirf hawa ki halki si aawaaz aur patton ki khadbadahat.

Avantika bed ke kone par gumshuda si, halki si kaampti hui, dono haath aazad the… chehre par bhi koi patti nahi thi.
Lekin azaadi ka matlab yahan khushi nahi—sirf aur zyada darr tha.
Wo apne knees ko pakad kar bethi thi, aankhon me sujne ki laal si halkaai… jaise raat bhar soyi hi na ho.

Tabhi darwaza dheere se khulta hai.

Footsteps…

Aur farmhouse me entry hoti hai RATHOD ki.

Par is baar na uske chehre par wo gussa tha…
Na wo zimmedari ka bojh…
Na Rathod empire ka ego…

Sirf ek thaka hua insaan khada tha uske saamne.

Avantika ek second ke liye aur zyada khinch jaati hai, darr se apni saanson ko rok leti hai.

Rathod dheere, bahut dheere aage badhta hai.

Rathod (soft tone, bina authority ke):
"Relax… main tumhe chot nahi pahuchaunga."

Usne ek chair khinchi aur Avantika se thodi door baith gaya — door, par approachable, jisse wo safe feel kare.

Aankhon me pehli baar koi insani warmth thi… ya shayad guilt.

Rathod:
"Jo kuch tumne dekha… uski wajah se tumhare saath yeh sab hua.
Tum galat time par galat jagah thi… bas itna hi."

Avantika ki aankhon me paani aa jaata hai, par wo kuch bol nahi pati.

Rathod ne apna coat uthaya, halki si saans bhari:

Rathod:
"Main bad insaan nahi hoon, Avantika.
Situations… aur log… mujhe waisa dikhate hain."

Ek chhota sa pause…

Rathod:
"Mujhe pata hai tum darr rahi ho.
Par main yahan todne nahi…
…samjhane aaya hoon."

Uska voice shaky nahi tha, par heavy zaroor tha—jaise ek aisi baat jo kabhi kisi ko nahi batayi.

Avantika ki ungliyaan hilti hain… par wo ab pehle jaisa extreme fear nahi dikha rahi. Confusion zyada thi.

Rathod dheere se table par ek glass me paani rakhta hai:

Rathod:
"Paani piyogi?"

Avantika ne pehli baar uski taraf dekha.
Aankhon me ab bhi darr tha… par ek chhoti si curiosity, ke Rathod ka yeh version kaun hai?

Wahi Rathod jo court me garajta hai?
Wahi Rathod jo media ke saamne silence me gadi me baith gaya?
Wahi Rathod jiske empire ka naam sunte hi log kaamp jaate hain?

Haalat ajeeb thi—
Na wo cage me band thi… na azad.
Na Rathod villain lag raha tha… na hero.

Scene freeze hota hai at:

Avantika’s trembling eyes looking at a surprisingly humane Rathod.

Rathod ki baat khatam hoti hi room me hawa tak ruk si jaati hai.


Rathod apni kursi se halka sa aage jhukta hai,
tone ab bhi controlled, par andar chhipi desperation clearly visible thi.


---

Rathod (slow, firm):

"Avantika… aaj tumhari peshI thi. Court me."

Avantika ek chhoti si gasp leti hai—
jaise uske pairon ke neeche ki zameen phisal gayi ho.

Rathod:

"Par tum to yahan ho.
Court ne tumhare khilaf non-bailable warrant issue kiya hai."

Room me ek second ke liye sirf Avantika ki saanson ki aawaaz reh jaati hai.

Uska dil zor se dhadak raha tha.
Usne kabhi socha bhi nahi tha ke uska naam kisi warrant se juda hoga.

Rathod dheere se khada hota hai,
window ke paas jaakar curtains halki si side karta hai,
phir wapas usi composed voice me bolta hai:


---

Rathod:

"Samajhti ho iska matlab?"
(brief pause)
"Chahe main tumhe abhi iss farmhouse se jaane bhi doon…
tum aazad nahi reh sakogi."

Avantika ka hont kaapta hai.

Avantika (halki awaaz me):

"Main… main ne kuch galat nahi kiya…"

Rathod turning back with a slight, tired smile:

Rathod:

"Janta hoon. Isi liye to keh raha hoon…"
He walks closer but stays at a safe distance.
"Is waqt tumhari madad… sirf main kar sakta hoon."

Ek baar ko avantika confused nahi thi—
wo conflicted thi.

Rathod ka tone ab soft nahi,
balke realistic ho gaya tha…


---

Rathod (serious, eyes locked on hers):

"Mujhe bata do…
wo videos kahan hain?"

Avantika aankhon ko zaameen par tikka leti hai.
Wo chup hai… lekin uski chuppi ke peeche ek storm chal raha hai.

Rathod dheere se table par uska phone rakhta hai—
screen black, but symbolic threat jaisa.

Rathod:

"Un videos ke bina bhi main case Jeet sakta hu lekin mujhe apne bete ke future ki parwah hai"
(soft but grave)
"Main nahi chahta ki tumhari zindagi barbaad ho.
Tum samajh nahi rahi… kanoon tumhare peechhe pad chuka hain."

Avantika ke aansu cheek par gir jaate hain.
Uski saanson me ghabrahat ab clear thi.

Avantika (broken, whispering):

"Maine… main ne kuch bhi nahi rakha…"

Rathod aankhon me aankhein daal kar bolta hai,
no threat, no shouting, just truth mixed with frustration:


---

Rathod:

"Avantika… tumhe pata hai na?"
(slow, dangerous calm)
"Main sab kuch pata laga loonga,
Par agar tum jhoot bol rahi ho…
to tum mujhe rok nahi paogi."

Phir ek unexpected line—soft, emotional:

Rathod:

"Main tumhari dushmani nahi chahta."

Avantika uske honton ko dekhti hai… wo jhut bol raha tha, ya sach?

Uska mind confused…
Uska heartbeat fast…
Aur Rathod ki presence aur zyada overpowering.

Camera zooms on Avantika ke trembling lips—

Will she speak?
Does she even know the real danger?

Scene ends on Avantika’s single tear rolling down…
and Rathod silently waiting for her answer.

[Greenwood]

Rathod is scary bro ye busness man kum underwold maffia jyada lag raha hai

More than it

[Greenwood]

Update 37




Scene — Anushka’s Urgent Meeting Night (7 PM, Bank Building)

Atmosphere: Empty floors, faint humming of AC, half-lit corridors — perfect eerie silence.


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Bank ki building shaam ko almost khali ho chuki thi.
Clock ne 7:00 PM strike kiya… party wale ne late evening meeting ka time diya tha.

Sare employee ghar ja chuke the.
Bas do log bache the —
ek watchman ground floor par,
aur Anushka, jo apne cabin me thi, glass window ke peeche.

Anushka files close karke phone scroll kar rahi thi…
Messages, email notifications, party ka time…
Sab normal.

Tabhi—


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THUD!

kuch girne ki aawaz.

Anushka ne phone se nazar uthayi…
…window ke glass se bahar dekha…
par waha andhera tha, sirf emergency lights ki halki glow.

Usne socha shayad koi file ya stapler gir gaya hoga.

Wapas phone pe busy.

Phir—

THUD! … THAKK!

Iss baar zyada clear.

Anushka ne irritate hoke cabin se hi awaaz lagayi:

Anushka:

“Hello? Kaun hai? Watchman?”

Silence.

Koi reply nahi.

Wo uneasy ho gayi. Dheere se apni chair se uthti hai, cabin ka glass door kholti hai,
aur corridor me aati hai.

Lights half-dim mode par thi, kaise-kaise flicker kar rahi thi.
Dewar par uske hi shadow ka weird distortion ban raha tha.

Anushka dheere dheere us direction me chalti hai jaha se awaaz aayi thi…

Tabhi—

ZRRRRT!

Bank ki CFL aur tubelight turant blink karne lagti hain.

Band… chalu… band… chalu…
Flicker ki harsh white light pura corridor ko spooky bana deti hai.

Anushka ka saans tez ho jata hai.

Anushka (himmat karke):

“Hello? Kon hai? Majak mat kijiye!”

Koi jawab nahi.

Bas ek… slight paper rustle.

Phir ek corner se —
NOTES (currency bundles) girne ki awaz.

CHHAP!

Anushka ek pal ke liye poori tarah se freeze ho gayi.

Notes?
Yaha?
Itni raat ko?

Wo cautious steps me us direction me badhti hai…
uske heels ki tik-tik empty hall me echo ho rahi thi.

Anushka almost corner par pahuchti hai—

Tabhi SEEDHA peeche se koi zor ka DHAPPA lagata hai.

BAM!

Anushka aage uchhal ke sidha ek wooden table se takrati hai.

Table corner uske mathe se takarta hai
Aur ek sharp warm pain uske sir me fail jata hai.

Uski aankhon ke saamne lights blur hone lagti hain…
Tubelight ki flickering ab dhire dhire ek white haze ban rahi thi…

Uske hoth se sirf ek halki si awaaz nikli:

“Ka… kaun…”

Phir uska body dheere se side ko jhukta hai…

Aur Anushka wahi floor par behosh ho jaati hai.

Lights ek dum band ho jati hain.
Pura bank andhere me doob jaata hai.

Scene — Arti Ki Home Library (Sham Ka Waqt)


Atmosphere: Soft yellow lamp light, purani books ki khushboo, bahar se shaam ki halki hawa. Andar bas tension ka bojh.


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Arti ne drawing room se dheere se jhaank kar dekha…
uski saas TV dekh rahi thi.
So woh turant apni dupatta sahi karte hue bahane se kehti hai:

Arti:

“Amma ji, main zara library me ho kar aati hoon… dust saaf karni thi thodi.”

Saas ne haath hila diya, bina zyada dhyan diye.

Arti ne chain ki saans li aur jaldi jaldi library ka darwaza khola.


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Inside the Library

Darwaza close hote hi ek heavy silence ne Arti ko chaaron taraf se ghreere liya.
Nandita, Rahat, Ishani aur Anisha already baithi thi—
bookshelf ke paas ek chhoti si round table par.

Sabki nazar ek dusre par nahi —
FLOOR par.

Matlab itna tension tha ki aankhon me bhi chain nahi.

Arti ne dheere se smile karte hue greet kiya:

Arti (softly):

“Sorry late ho gayi… sab theek?”

Lekin koi “theek” nahi tha.

Rahat apne haath dabaye baithi thi, nails andar ghuste hue.
Ishani ki choti choti restless breaths sunaayi de rahi thi.
Anisha ki aankhein laal si— clearly rone se roki hui.
Aur Nandita… documents haath me pakad kar bhi bilkul idle thi. Uska dimaag kahi aur.

Arti unke beech baithti hai. Silence ek baar phir gehra hota hai.


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Rahat (finally breaking):

“Avantika aakhir kaha ho sakti hai? security officer bol rahi hai wo bhag gayi…
Lekin hum sab jaante hain wo bhaagne wali nahi.”

Uski awaaz shaky thi.


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Ishani:

“Yaar ye sab… bilkul wrong lag raha hai.
Court me itna bada drama… phir custody se woh ‘washroom jaake bhag gayi’??”
Ishani sarcastic laugh deti hai, “Seriously?”


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Anisha, jiska dil sabse zyada heavy tha, dheere se bolti hai:

“She must be scared… alone… pata nahi kis haalat me hogi…”
Uski aankh bhar aati hai, wo turant nazar chura leti hai.


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Nandita ne finally deep breath li…
Aur table par rakhe file ko dheere se band kiya.

Nandita (low, firm):

“Avantika ne kuch bhi galat nahi kiya.
Isliye mujhe pura bharosa hai—
wo khud se nahi gayi.
Usse kisi ne le jaya hai… ya rok rakha hai.”

Ye words room me thand si daal dete hain.
Sab ne ek dusre ko dekha.
Fear + frustration + confusion.


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Arti ne apne dono haath table par rakhe, sabko dekhte hue:

Arti:

“Hum sab itna helpless mehsoos kar rahe hain…
Har jagah sawaal hi sawaal hai.
Agar Avantika sach me danger me hai…
To hume jaldi kuch karna padega.”

Library ka soft yellow light sabke worried faces ko aur zyada intense dikhata tha.

Sab ke dil me ek hi baat thi—
Avantika safe hai ya nahi?
Kaha hai?
Kis ke paas hai?

Jawaab… koi nahi.

Bas ek gheri, silent tension… jo sabke beech hawa me latak rahi thi.

Scene — Avantika at the Farmhouse (Night, Silent Room)


Kamra bilkul shaant.
Sirf hawa ki halki si awaaz aur ek dim yellow bulb jo kabhi kabhi flicker ho jata hai.

Avantika bistar ke kone me baithi thi,
ghutne apne seene se lagaye…
Ungliyan bechaini me apne sleeves ko muthi me daba kar kheench rahi thi.

Uske haath ab khule the,
muh par koi patti nahi,
lekin dar…
woh abhi bhi uss chain se zyada sakht tha jo pehle usse baandh rakhti thi.


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Avantika (inner monologue):

“Main kya karu?
Agar videos ke baare me bata diya…
To Rathod mujhe zinda nahi chhodega.
Aur agar bhaag gayi to security officer pakad legi…
Non-bailable warrant…
Main jail se bhi nahi bach sakti…”

Uski saansen heavy ho jaati hain.
Woh apni kamar se thoda seedha hoti hai aur sir pakad leti hai.

Uske dimaag me news headlines echo hone lagte hain—
“Vicky Singh Rathod Arrested”
“Rathod Empire Shares Crash”
“Reporter Avantika Sharma Missing?”

Wo sab kuch jaanti thi.
Humesha se — industry ke bade logon ke greed ko samajh jaane wali Avantika…
Aaj khud unke trap me phasi hui thi.

Uske dimag me Rathod ki aakhri baatein ghoom rahi thi:
“Tum bata do videos kaha hain… tumhe ghar chhod dunga.”

Avantika ko pata tha—
Ye jhoot tha.
Bohot bada jhoot.

Rathod ke bete ki giraftari se jo share market neeche gaya,
jo empire hil gaya—
Avantika jaanti thi ki uske paas ab do cheezein nahi hain:
Option
aur
Trust.


---

Woh aankhon ko band kar leti hai…
Do pal ke liye bas silence.

Phir dheere se apne aap se bolti hai:

Avantika (whisper):

“Na security officer… na Rathod…
Main kisi pe bharosa nahi kar sakti.”

Uski aankhon me aansu jamte hain.
Woh unhe rokne ki koshish karti hai…
Lekin ek aansu phisal kar uski gaal par gir hi jata hai.

Pura kamra uske darr aur confusion ka echo ban gaya tha.

Ek taraf Rathod ka power…
Dusri taraf kanoon ka system jisme wo phas chuki thi…
Aur beech me woh — bilkul akeli, bilkul bandh, bilkul uljhi.

Avantika ka dimaag bas ek hi cheez soch raha tha:

“Main kis taraf jaun… jaha se maut na mile?”


Scene — Rathod, Late Night, Hotel Room

Hotel ka kamra dim yellow lights me dooba hua tha.
Curtains aadhe khule the, sheher ka halke neeli roshni ka ek stripe floor par gir raha tha.

Floor par bikhre huye kapde…
Ek expensive blazer ek side, ek mahenga gown, bra and panty, cufflinks carpet par gire huye…
Coffee table par half-filled glass…
Room ka temperature heavy tha, jaise hawa me hi tension ghul chuki ho.

Us dim light me ek silhouette dikh raha tha—
Ek ladki ka shadow, jo upar-niche hote rhythm me hil raha tha.
Room me bas moaning aur faint breathing ki mix aawazein goonj rahi thi… Ahhhh ahhhh ahhhh ahhhh ahhhh ahhhh ohhhh shittt ummm yesss yesss yesss ahhhh ahhhh

Camera gradually move karta hai… Rathod ke face par,
Ek ladki uske lode ki sawari kar rahi thi... Uske uchhalte boobs , hilte hair or room me chhap chhap ki aawaz... Pura room sex ka adda bana hua tha or wo ladki bhi maze me choor rathod ki sawari kar rahi thi, lekin Rathod ke chehre ki is waqt hawa udi hui thi, use apne bete ki chinta ke sath apne girte share ki or empire ki tension jyada thi... Rathod kisi soch me dooba tha ki ladki use kiss karne ke liye us par jhukti hai, rathod jo tension me tha us ladki ko irritate hoke apne upar se hata deta hai.... Ladki niche floor par gir padti hai ek ahhh ki aawaz ke sath, Rathod bed se uth jata hai or table par rakhi bottle utha leta hai or Room ki khidki ke paas jake khada ho jata hai,
Picche floor par giri ladki uthti hai or apni dress pehen ne lagti hai or bolti hai Rathod, aage se mera mood spoil mat karna... Husband se 100 jhoot bol kar aati hu...

Rathod ki aankhein mirror me apna chehra dekh kar bilkul alag hi kahani suna rahi thi—
thakaan, frustration, aur ek khokli jeet ka ehsaas.

Woh ek sip leta hai whiskey ka…
Aur us moaning se bhare kamre me bhi uske andar ka chaos bilkul chup tha.

Iss waqt uske liye sab kuch
business, empire, aur Avantika
ek dangerous whirlpool ban chuka tha

Wo ladki apni gardan node karte huye chali jati hai
Aur woh khidki se bahar dekhte hue sirf ek baat soch raha tha:

“Vicky… main tujhe waha se nikal kar hi rahunga.”

Scene — Ishani ka Café (Evening Hustle & Low Light)


Café ke corner table par Ishani aur Humera baithi hui hain.
Dono ke haath me coffee cups, lekin kisi ne sip nahi liya.
Dono ke chehre par tension ki ek gehri lakeer.

Café me halki si rush hai, background me light chatter aur crockery ki awaaz chal rahi hai—but
Ishani aur Humera ka conversation us sab se alag, bilkul intense.


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Humera:

(Concerned tone)
“Ishani… Avantika ka koi pata hi nahi chal raha.
security officer bol rahi hai wo bhag gayi… mujhe to yakeen hi nahi ho raha.”

Ishani:

(Cup ko ghumate hue)
“Hume bhi nahi ho raha.
Aur honestly… Vicky ka case baad me bhi handle ho sakta hai.
Avantika pehle priority hai.
Wo hi humare liye sabse important link hai.”

Humera sirf uski baat sun kar slowly head nod karti hai.


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Ishani (thinking mode):

“Huma… humare paas vedios toh hain…
par sirf vedios ki wajah se koi Avantika ko uthwa lega?
Aur Rathod jaise aadmi ke liye vedios kisi technician se recover karna koi badi baat nahi…
Vicky usme directly kuch karta hua dikh nahi raha…”

Humera thoda surprise hoti hai.

Humera:

“Matlab tu keh rahi… reason kuch aur bhi ho sakta hai?”

Ishani cup ko side me rakhti hai.
Uska chehra serious.
Eyes narrowed, jaise ek puzzle solve kar rahi ho.

Ishani:

“Exactly.
Shayad baat sirf leak, footage, ya viral clip ki nahi hai…
Shayad Avantika ke paas kuch aur bhi tha.
Koi bada clue… koi info…
Jo hum nahi jaante.”

Humera silent ho jati hai, sirf Ishani ko dekhte hue.

Ishani (deeply):

“Ye case itna simple nahi hai Huma…
Vedios ke alawa… kuch aur bhi hai.
Jo sirf Avantika hi bata sakti hai.
Aur jab tak wo mil nahi jaati…
hamara next step clear hi nahi hoga.”

Camera slowly Ishani ke intense face par zoom-in karta hai—
uski aankhon me calculation, doubt aur ek developing strategy.

Scene fade-out with their silent tension.

Evening Scene – Rahat at the Radio Station


Studio ki halki si neeli lights, console ke upar lage meters ka slow blink, aur headphone ke andar chalti halki background music…
Lekin aaj Rahat ka vibe bilkul alag tha.

Usually, uski voice me woh warmth hoti hai jo listener ko apne saath baandh leti hai. Par aaj—
Her voice sounded tired.
Odd pauses.
Missing energy.
Missing Rahat-ness.

Mic ke peeche baithi hui, wo script ko dekh rahi thi… par words usse focus nahi ho rahe the.

Uske peeche producer cabin ka glass… wahan se Atul, uska senior producer, usse baar-baar dekhta hua sir hila raha tha — ishaara:
“Kya hua? Everything okay?”

Par Rahat bas forced smile deti.


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ON AIR LIGHT – RED

“Yeh tha aaj ka request number… aur…”
Uski voice crack hoti hai.
Wo thoda rukti hai.

Console room ki intern girl, Meera, apne headphone utaar kar halki si concerned awaaz me kehti hai:

Meera: “Rahat di… you okay? Aap lag nahi rahe ho… aapka mood—”

Rahat (weak smile): “Haan haan… I’m fine. On-air hoon… baad me baat karte hain.”

Par uski aankhon ke neeche halka sa stress, forehead pe tension lines… sab kuch bol raha tha ki wo theek nahi hai.


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BREAK ke dauran

ON AIR sign off hota hai… music queue play hoti hai.

Rahat headphone nikaal ke table par rakhti hai aur ek gehri saans leti hai.

Atul (studio me aate hue):
“Rahat… tum usually show me jaan daal deti ho. Aaj aisa lag raha hai jaise tum yahan ho hi nahi.”

Rahat kuch bolti nahi. Sirf coffee cup utha kar haath me ghumati rehti hai.

Atul: “Agar kuch problem hai… we can talk. Tumhari energy aaj… scary low hai.”

Rahat dheere se sir hila kar kehti hai:

Rahat: “Bas… kuch personal chal raha hai. Try kar rahi hoon handle karne ki.”

Uski voice me woh dard tha jo kisi apne ke saath hua ho…
Dimaag me Avantika ka case,Vicky ka truth… aur sabse zyada —
apne ghar ka pressure.

Har cheez ek saath us par gir rahi thi.


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Tabhi console par light blink hoti hai—
incoming live request message.

Message me likha tha:

> “Rahat… aaj aapki awaaz me udaasi lag rahi hai. Aap theek hain na?
Hum roz aapko sunne aate hain kyunki aapki voice positive energy deti hai.
Aaj lag raha hai aapko hi kisi ki zarurat hai…”



Rahat message padh kar thodi freeze ho jaati hai.

Ek halka sa, broken sa smile… aur aankhon me moisture.

Rahat (slow whisper): “Haan… maybe mujhe hi zarurat hai.”


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Camera zooms out:
Studio ki dim light me baithi Rahat…
Mic ke saath, par khud se ladti hui…
Confused, stressed, emotional.

Aur iss scene ke end me bas ek cheez clear hai —
Rahat theek nahi hai.
Aur team ko pata bhi nahi… ki unki strongest member sabse zyada toot rahi hai.

[Greenwood]

Update 38




Next Day – Nandita Ke Ghar Par
Ishani & Humera Discussing the Case

Morning ki soft sunlight Nandita ke living room me gir rahi hoti hai.
Table par files, diary, water bottle… teenon case mode me.

Ishani aur Humera seedha topic pe aate hain.


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Ishani (serious tone me):

"Nandita ma’am… humne kal raat cafe me ek point notice kiya.
Avantika ko sirf videos ke wajah se missing nahi kiya gaya ho sakta."

Nandita eyebrow raise karti hai, dhyaan se sunte hue.

Humera:

"Videos me Vicky clean tha. Kuch dikh nahi raha tha.
Aur agar videos chahiye hote… kisi bhi technician se unhe extract karwa sakte the."

Ishani table par pen ghumaate hue point beech me kaat deti hai:

Ishani:

"Exactly. Itni badi planning sirf videos ke liye?
No way.
Yeh baat usse bhi aage jaa rahi hai."

Nandita un dono ki baate dhyaan se sunti rehti hai…
Uski aankhon me woh investigative spark aa jata hai.

Nandita:

"Hmm… tumhari baate valid lag rahi hain.
Shayad koi aisi information ho… jiske baare me sirf Avantika ko pata ho."

Room me ek second ka intense silence.

Fir Ishani dheere se keh deti hai:

Ishani:

"Ya fir…
Avantika ka ghar."

Humera uski taraf dekhti hai— shocked but understanding.

Nandita ek pal ke liye chup ho jaati hai…
Phir dheere se muskurati hai.

Wo Ishani ko dekh kar softly kehti hai:

Nandita (smiling):

"Toh tum yeh keh rahi ho… ki next clue humein ghar me milega?"

Ishani aankhon se “yes” bol deti hai…
Humera bhi subtle smile deti hai.

Camera zoom in on their faces:

Teenon ke beech ek powerful eye contact.
Ek silent agreement.
Ek new lead.

Scene – BEHEN_CODE Group Video Call

Evening light, split-screen style shots, sab ki screens ek saath flash hoti hain.


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Anushka ki screen open hoti hai.
Uske mathe par patti bandhi hai, aankhon me dard saaf dikh raha hai.
Background me uski maa aas-paas ghoom rahi hoti hai.

Jaise hi call connect hota hai —

Sab ek saath:

"Yeh kaise hua?!"
"Chot kaise lag gayi?!"
"Anushka bata!"
"Yaar tu thik to hai?!"

Anushka overwhelmed sa ruk jaati hai.
Ek second ka long pause.

Anushka (fake casual tone):

"Are kuch nahi… bank me table se takra gayi thi.
Kuch papers gir gaye the… unhe utha rahi thi, bas…"

Screen par 4 angry didi faces.
Sab us par ek saath daant ki barish kar dete hain.

Rahat:

"Yaar kab seekhegi tu careful rehna?"

Anisha:

"Office me kaun table se takrata hai bhai?"

Arti:

"Matlab literally kaise??"

Anushka awkward hansi has deti hai.

Tabhi Ishani screen par haath utha kar sabko shant kar deti hai.

Ishani:

"Okay, listen… ek naya task mila hai."

Sab serious ho jaate hain. Silence.
Only Ishani’s determined face.

Ishani (deep tone):

"Hume lagta hai Avantika ke ghar me kuch toh milega.
Videos se zyada… kuch badi cheez hai jisse wo chupaa rahi thi."

Sab slowly agree karte hue head nod karte hain.


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Rahat (skeptical):

"Par kya ghanta milega?
Avantika missing hai, uska ghar 100% security me hoga."

Ishani:

"Tu hai na Salman Khan… tere liye kya mushkil?"

Anisha full dramatic BGM start kar deti hai:
“Downtown in the city… I’m a WANTED…”

Sab haste-2 gir padte hain.

Sab (chorus):

"Sare log Saala bole mujhe WANTED!"

Arti irritated muh banate hue:

Arti:

"Tum logon ko pata hai na… mujhe Salman Khan pasand hai.
Main hoon Salman Khan."

Ishani turant kaat deti hai:

Ishani:

"Nahin yaar… tu ekdam gentleman hai.
Tu Salman nahi, tu toh SHAH RUKH KHAN hai…
Shadishuda, ghar ke maslon me fansa hua… shareef banda."

Sab phat ke has dete hain.
Arti glare marti hai:

Arti:

"Whatever!"


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Rahat (smirking):

"Toh action iss baar bhi meri zimmedaari?"

Anisha:

"Arey bilkul! Salman Khan wahi to karta hai!"

Screen par laughter + claps.

Anushka bhi hasta hua sa face banati hai…
lekin uski aankhon me chhupi hui tension clearly dikh jaati hai.

Inner thought:
“Sab se to chhupa liya… lekin mujhe jaldi pata lagana hoga ki mere sath hua kya tha…”

Tab hi Ishani hammesha ki tarah command mode me aa jaati hai:

Ishani:

"Alright girls…
Tonight confirmed.
Hum Avantika ke ghar jayenge.
Jo bhi information milegi — hum collect karenge."

Split-screen par sab ek saath serious nod karte hain.
Confidence. Fear. Determination.
Everything in one frame.

Scene Ends.

Scene – Anushka at the Bank (Next Morning)

Camera tilt from building to entrance… Anushka thoda dheere steps me bank ke andar aati hai. Uske sir par badi si patti ab bhi bandhi hui hai.

Bank ke kitchen-side me chai peete-2 staff ke log ek dusre ko dekh kar whisper karte hain:
“Yaar Anushka ko kya hua…?”
“Lagta hai badi zor ki lagi hai…”

Anushka un sab ki nazar ignore karti hui seedha apne cabin ki taraf ja rahi hoti hai ki tab bank manager usse rokh leta hai.


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Bank Manager (concerned tone):

"Anushka… yeh kya ho gaya?
Kal tum bank bhi nahi aayi… sab theek to hai na?"

Camera close-up Anushka par.
Wo ek second ke liye freeze hoti hai, fir apna expression bilkul normal bana leti hai.

Anushka (controlled voice):

"Haan sir… wo bas… room me pair phisal gaya tha.
Deewar se takra gayi.
Bas choti si chot hai."

Manager suspicious nazar se uski patti ko dekh kar:

Manager:

"Anushka, careful rehna chahiye tumhe.
Tum hamare best employees me ho…
Aise girna thoda unusual lagta hai."

Anushka thoda muskurakar head nod kar deti hai.

Anushka:

"Ji sir, dhyaan rahega."

Manager chala jata hai, aur Anushka finally apne cabin me enter karti hai.
Door close karte hi uska face serious ho jata hai.

Camera slow zoom.

Inner Thoughts (VO style):

“Kal raat… mujhe kisi ne dhakka diya tha.
Aisi chot deewar se takra ke nahi lagti…”

Wo turant apna laptop open karti hai.
EMAILS SECTION.
Inbox refresh…
Refresh…
No new suspicious mail.

Screen pe sirf normal bank mails — notices, client updates, reminders.

Anushka ki heartbeat heavy ho jaati hai.

Anushka (whispering to herself):

“Matlab… agar Sumeet hota…
to wo front se karta…
Kyunki ab wo mera open dushman hai.”

Wo soch me doob jaati hai.

Inner Thoughts:

“Phir kisne…?
Kaun tha bank me 7 baje?
Watchman bhi kuch nahi janta…
Lights blink ho rahi thi…
Noise… shadow…”

Camera uske fingers par zoom — nervous tapping.
Phir uski aankhon par zoom — confusion + fear.

Anushka (deep exhale):

“Kahi baat… Sumeet se bhi badi to nahi ho gayi?”

Scene ends on her tense, thinking face…
as soft ominous BGM starts in the background.


Scene – Ishani at the Restaurant (Early Evening)
Soft yellow lights, customers ka halka rush, background me cutlery ki awaazein…

Ishani ek hand me tray aur dusre me order slip pakde tables ke beech tezi se move kar rahi hoti hai.
Uske face par halki si tension + impatience clearly visible thi.

Camera close-up – Ishani’s eyes

Bar-bar wall clock ki taraf jaakar ruk jaati hain.
Time: 1:30 PM.

Aaj raat unhe Avantika ke ghar jaana tha.
Aaj ka mission shayad unke liye sabse bada challenge hone wala tha.
Aur Ishani ko pata tha —
"Aaj koi galti nahi honi chahiye."


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Restaurant Owner (counter se awaaz lagata hua):

"Ishani! Table 7 ka bill nikalo…
Aur noodles ka new batch ready hai, jaldi le jao!"

Ishani haath me tray sambhalte hue bolti hai:

Ishani:

"Yes sir, le ja rahi hoon."

Lekin uski aankhon me alag hi urgency thi.
Jaise har second dimaag me ek hi baat chal rahi ho:

"Bas raat ho jaaye… sab set ho jaaye…"


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Woh kitchen me aati hai, steam ke beech se dishes uthati hai, phir ek second ke liye pause karti hai.

Inner Thoughts (soft VO):

“Uff… kaash time thoda fast-forward ho jaata.
Aaj ki raat bohot crucial hai…
Avantika ka truth… uski files…
Kya kuch mil sakta hai waha?”

Wo thoda sa apne bal peeche karti hai,
deep breath leti hai,
phir khud ko motivate karte hue:

Ishani (whispering to herself):

“Chal Ishani… kaam finish kar…
Aur phir Behen_Code mode on.”


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Ek customer loudly “Waitress!” kehta hai,
par Ishani bina irritation ke turn hoti hai —
par expression clear tha:
uska patience aaj extremely low level par hai.

Woh placemat set karte hue clock ko phir dekhti hai.

Time: 2 PM.

Ishani (murmuring):

“Bas… thodi der aur.
Phir sab shuru hoga.”

Scene ends with Ishani moving swiftly across the restaurant,
apne kaam ko lightning speed me wrap up karte hue…
and camera slow fade-out towards the ticking wall clock.

Scene – Arti ki Library (Early Evening)

Soft lamps, books ki khushboo, shaant mahaul. Arti shelves arrange kar rahi hai. Door ki halki si bell bajti hai — Nakul entry leta hai.


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Nakul (casually):

"Good evening, Arti ji."

Arti slightly startled hoti hai, phir soft smile ke sath:

Arti:

"Good evening, Nakul. Aaj phir itne saare books?"

Nakul:

"Kya karein… aapki library ki aadat pad gayi hai."

Arti halki si hansi ko dabati hai,
phir usse ek receipt deti hai.


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Arti:

"Waise… thank you.
Kal jo aapne help ki usme…
Kaafi kaam aa gaya."

Nakul bag sambhalte hue,
thoda tease karne wale tone me:

Nakul:

"Sirf ‘thank you’ se kaam chal jaayega?"

Arti eyebrow raise karte hue:
"Matlab?"

Nakul haath jod kar dramatic tone me:

Nakul:

"Agar main library ki fee dene ki jagah
‘thank you Arti ji’ bol diya karun,
aapka kaam chal jayega kya?"

Arti ek pal ke liye badi aankhon se use dekhti reh jaati hai.

Arti:

"Acha…
sorry.
Phir batao, kya chahiye?"

Nakul bag shoulder par rakh kar
aek soft charming smile deta hai:

Nakul:

"Bahut jyada nahi…
bas ek coffee."

Arti ka chehra ek second ke liye freeze ho jaata hai—
na ‘haan’ keh paati,
na ‘na’.
Bas ek soft smile de deti hai…
jo adhe dil se hai,
aur adha woh smile uski ghar ki restrictions ko chhupane ke liye.

Camera slow zoom on Nakul —
wo Arti ki smile dekh kar
khud bhi halki si sukoon bhari smile deta hai.
Zyada kuch nahi bolta,
sirf aankhon me ek gentle warmth.


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Scene fades out on Nakul ki smile.

[Greenwood]

Update 39



**BEHEN_CODE — NIGHT MISSION

AVANTIKA KE GHAR KI TAFTISH (SCENE STARTS AGAIN, CLEAN VERSION)**

ANDHERI RAAT.
Exterior – Avantika ka ghar.
Ghar ke bahar 5–7 security officer officers aur constables tainat.
Koi chai bana raha hai, koi register me entry likh raha hai, ek torcht pakad kar area scan kar raha hai.
Security clearly tight hai.

Camera piche ki dark gali me slide karta hai—
Wahan Rahat black hoodie me, wall se chipki hui, seedhi khadi breathing steady.
Upar Avantika ke ghar ki side-window (chhat wale area ka) halka sa khula hua.


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SCENE START

1. Rahat: Behind the House (Silent Entry)

Rahat neeche se pipe ko hold karti hai.
Hawa tez chal rahi hai…
Pipe thoda hilta hai.

Rahat (whisper):
"Bismillah… girna mat, Rahat…"

Ek sharp exhale…
Rahat dheere-dheere pipe chadhna shuru karti hai—hand grip tight, legs locked.

Camera uske chehre ke kareeb:
Sweat ki do boonde… lekin focus pure 100%.


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2. Front Gate – Anisha & Ishani’s Entry

security officer ke beech
Anisha & Ishani confidently aati hain, jaise sab normal ho.

5–7 officer unhe dekh kar alert ho jate hain.

Officer 1 (torch point karte hue):
"Ruko! Itni raat ko idhar kya kar rahi ho?"

Anisha (over-friendly smile):
"Arre sir, hum log to Google map follow kar rahe the… par shayad galat gali me aa gaye."

Ishani:
"Sir waise… yahan network full aa raha hai, par map signal nahi le raha… yeh kaise ho sakta hai?"

Officers ek dusre ko dekhte hain… thoda confused, thoda annoyed.

Par EXACTLY ye hi chahiye tha —
ULJHAN.


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3. Rahat Reaches the Roof Window

Rahat finally chhat tak pahuchti hai.
Ek moment ko ruk kar neeche dekhti hai— officers ka noise faintly sunai de raha hai.

Woh window ke paas jhuk kar,
apni sleeve se dust saaf karti hai
aur Dheere se handle ko twist karti hai.

CLICK.
Window quietly open.

Rahat:
"Thank God… latch locked nahi tha."

Woh quietly inside girti hai—
Ek narrow staircase ke upar land karti hai.

Andar halaat bilkul dead-silent.


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4. Ground – security officer Uljhe Hue

Officer 1:
"Ye area restricted hai. Tum dono ko samajh nahi aata?"

Ishani (dramatically phone utha kar):
"Sir, please ek sec! Agar network jaa raha hai na, meri mom ki halat kharab ho jayegi. Unhe anxiety hoti hai. Mujhe call karna zaroori hai!"

Officer thoda soften hota hai, par still strict.

Officer 3:
"Yahan se side ho jao. Par rukna mat."

Anisha beech me aa kar:
"Sir please bas hum yahan ek spot dhund rahe hain jahan network stable ho… phir nikal jayenge. Promise."

Officer 4:
"Jaldi karo."

Yeh sab sun kar 2 aur officers bhi idhar aa jaate hain—
Total 5–7 officers ab Anisha–Ishani ke aas paas khade hain.

Perfect distraction.


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5. Rahat Steps Inside the House

Rahat stairs se dheere niche utarti hai.
Har kadam pe wooden steps creeek… creak…

Rahat apne lips press karti hai,
koshish fully silent rehne ki.

Living room dark hai.
Curtains hile hue jaise koi jaldi me nikla ho.

Rahat (whisper):
"Avantika… tumhari kahani kya hai…"

Woh torch on nahi karti—
sirf mobile ki flashlight bilkul low brightness me.

Camera Rahat ko follow karta hai as she enters the main hall…

Scene freeze…
Continuation in next update.

**BEHEN_CODE – NIGHT MISSION

AVANTIKA BEDROOM SCENE + OUTSIDE security officer DISTRACTION**

INTERIOR – AVANTIKA’S BEDROOM

Rahat dheere se bedroom ka darwaza push karti hai.
Darwaza karrr… ki halki si aawaaz ke saath khulta hai.

Andar ka atmosphere ek dum ruka hua sa.
Jaise koi yahan se bhaag kar gaya ho… ya kisi ne zabardasti yahan se kisi ko uthaya ho.

Camera slow pan karta hai:

Bed messy: blanket aadha bed par, aadha floor par.

Bikhre kapde: ek denim jeans, ek tee-shirt, ek scarf foot-end par pada.

Corner me ek badi bucket: dhone ke liye bhare purane kapde.

Bucket ke bilkul bahar 2–3 designer bra-panty sets padi hui — bilkul random, jaise jaldi me nikala gaya ho.

Table par:

Pani ki bottle half-filled

Chai ka aadha khali mug, upar doodh ki layer sookhi hui

Thick layer of dust, jaise kai dino se safai nahi hui

Ek laptop jiska screen dead… completely discharged



Rahat dheere-dheere room me walk karti hai.
Her fingers softly touch every item.

Rahat (whisper):
"Yahan bhagdaad me nikli ho ya kisi ne utha liya… pata nahi kya aur kitna chhoda peeche."

Woh bed ke paas rukti hai.
Sirhane table par ek strip padi hoti hai:

Medicine - Paracetamol + Flu Relief.

Rahat strip uthakar angle me dekhti hai…

"Bukhar… cold… sick thi kya?"

Laptop ke paas jhukti hai.
Power button dabati hai—
No response.
Battery dead.

Rahat ki eyes corner bucket par padti hain.

Bucket ke bahar padi designer lingerie ko dekh kar woh ek halkasa smirk karti hai.

Rahat (slow sarcastic smile):
"Fashion sense toh badi heavy thi madam ki…"
Ek choti hansi… phir seriousness wapas.

Uski aankhein ek baar phir pure room ko scan karti hain —
Then she slowly walks out of the bedroom.

Door quietly close.


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EXTERIOR – STREET OUTSIDE AVANTIKA’S HOUSE

7 security officer OFFICERS / CONSTABLES ON DUTY

Andheri gali me officers now fully alert but annoyed.

Anisha & Ishani unke beech me atke hue khadi hain —
jaise dono deliberately time waste kar rahi hon.

1. Officer Confusion LEVEL 2 – Increase

Officer 1:
"Madam, aap log abhi tak yahin ho? Abhi network bhi aa raha hoga!"

Ishani (phone utha kar, drama queen mode):
"Sir, dekhiye! Signal aa hi nahi raha! WhatsApp tak nahi khul raha!"

Officer 4 (thoda irritate):
"WhatsApp kyu kholna hai is waqt?"

Anisha:
"Sir mere bhai ki shaadi ki group chat chal rahi hai… live discussion hai!"

Officer 5:
"Yeh koi emergency nahi hoti beta!"

Anisha, haath kamar par:
"Arey sir, shaadi ki ladki wale side ki emergency hoti hai! Samjha karo!"

Officer awkwardly blink.


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2. More Officers Join

Do aur constable idhar aa jate hain —
Ab total 7 ke 7 unke aas paas.

Ek constable torch se unka face check karta hai:

Constable (suspicious):
"ID cards dikhao."

Ishani (shock acting):
"Sir! Itna trust issues? Hum criminals lagte hain kya?"

Officer 3:
"Time dekha hai? Andhera dekha hai? Haan lagte ho suspicious."

Anisha (overacting):
"Suspicious?! Sir main to college me best-behaviour award jeet chuki hoon!"

Officer 3:
"Haan… wo to dikh raha hai."
(eye-roll)


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3. Officer Distraction + Movement

Ek officer peeche murkar dusre ko bolta hai:

Officer 7:
"Yaar lagta hai in dono ka boyfriend se jhagda hua hai… tabhi raat ko sadak pe ghoom rahi hain."

Ishani both eyebrows up:
"Kyaaa? Sir aapki imagination ki kasam!"

Anisha beech me aa kar:
"Sir boyfriend hota to hum is thand me yahan khade hote kya? Uski jacket pehen rakhi hoti!"

Sab officers ek dusre ko dekh kar thodi hansi daba kar pal bhar ke liye guard loosening…

Exactly what they need.


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4. Meanwhile – Rahat inside the house moves to next location…

**BEHEN_CODE – NIGHT MISSION

AVANTIKA STUDY ROOM + OUTSIDE security officer DISTRACTION (MORE CHAOS, COMEDY, FLIRT & CONFUSION)**

INTERIOR – AVANTIKA’S STUDY ROOM

Rahat dheere se study room ka darwaza kholti hai.
Room thoda andhera, sirf window se halka sa light aa raha hai.
Books scattered… table par kuch files… corner me ek dustbin.

Rahat room me ek deep breath leti hai.

Rahat (whisper):
"Chalo dekhte hain madam ke dimag ki dukaan me kya chhupa hai."

Table par papers bikhre hain.
Rahat ek fada hua chhota paper piece uthati hai.
Words half… unreadable.

Rahat:
"Kya chutki-bhar ka clue diya hai Avantika ne…."

Woh aur tukde dhoondti hai… phir nazar dustbin par padti hai.

Rahat:
"Haan… asli kahani to yahan hogi."

Rahat dustbin uthakar ulta kar deti hai.

THUDDD…
Kooda… tissue… chhote fate kagaz — sab floor par bikh jate hain.

Woh kneel ho kar tukde jodne lagti hai.
Puzzle-like.

1 tukda…
Dusra…
Teesra…
Chautha…

Kuch likha hua phrase emerge hota hai:

"Annual Gala – VIP Entry Pass"

Rahat ka face dull pad jata hai.

Rahat:
"Arre nahi yaar… party ka pass? Itna drama sirf iske liye?"
(annoyed exhale)
"Mehnat bekaar."

Woh hath jhaad kar uthti hai.
Room se bahar jane ko mudti hai…

But.

Uski nazar ek moti book par padti hai.
Book ke beech se kagaz ka corner bahar nikal raha tha.

Rahat jaise ek detective, dheere se kagaz nikalti hai…

Paper old, thoda yellowish, hand-writing tense:

> “…Hum ne apne aap ko is zimmedari ke liye samarpit karte hain…”
“…naam–”



Neeche 5-6 naam likhe hain.
Half list.
Half missing.

Rahat ki heartbeat badhti hai.

Rahat (murmuring):
"Shapath patr? Agreement? Koi secret group?…"

Woh paper ko palat-palate check karti hai —
But half missing.

Rahat turant room me side drawers, shelf, books ke peeche doosra half dhoondne lagti hai.

Rahat:
"Aadha vachan? Aadha sach? Baaki aadha kahaan chhupa rakha hai Avantika?"

Scene freeze on Rahat’s sharp focused eyes.


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EXTERIOR – GALI OUTSIDE AVANTIKA HOUSE

7 Officers + Ishani & Anisha + Full Comedy/Flirt Confusion

Raat gehri hoti ja rahi hai, security officer aur irritate ho rahi hai.
Lekin Ishani & Anisha unko EXACTLY wahi de rahi hain —
Maximum confusion + nonstop drama.

1. Flirty Confusion

Officer 2 (serious):
"Madam yeh gali koi picnic spot nahi hai. Aap log ghar jaiye."

Ishani (hair flip):
"Nahi sir, picnic ka plan kal hai. Aaj sirf walk kar rahe the… oxygen ke liye."

Officer 5:
"Is raat me oxygen?"
(confused)

Anisha:
"Haan sir! Raat ki oxygen me nitrogen kam hota hai. Science padhi hai?"

Officer 5 do second blank stare.
Officer 4 side me hansi rokta hua.


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2. security officer Tevar + Ishani ka Flirt Attack

Ek officer thoda young tha, fresh face.

Ishani uski taraf jhuk kar bolti hai:

Ishani:
"Waise aapka haircut bada smart hai… security officer academy me diya kya?"

Young officer ka chehra red.

Young Officer:
"N-nahi… main khud cut karwata hoon."

Anisha:
"Smart lag rahe ho bhaiya… bas muskuraya karo!"

Sab officers awkward.


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3. Anisha ka “Sympathy Drama”

Ek senior officer angry mode:

Officer 1:
"Last time bol raha hoon — ghar jao."

Anisha (emotional acting):
"Sir please na… thodi der ruko… hum thoda darr gaye the… ek billli peeche pad gayi thi."

Officer 3:
"Billi??"

Anisha:
"Haan sir… black wali… woh bhoot wali!"

Ishani side me:
"Haan sir… glowing eyes. Hum to bach gaye bus!"

Ek junior constable turant peeche jhankta hai, dara hua.
Senior usko ghoor kar dekhte hain.


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4. Tevar vs Natak

Officer 1 irritate hoke:
"Madam, humko kaam karne do! Yahan ek fugitive ka ghar hai!"

Ishani (shock):
"Fugitive?! Sir pehle bolte! Ab hum aur darr gaye!"

Anisha:
"Haan sir, ab hum bilkul nahi jayenge. Ab to aap hi hume ghar chhod kar aao!"

Sab security officer: "KYA?"

Ishani dramatic:
"Haan sir… safety first. Aap ka duty hai."

Do officers ek dusre ko dekhte:
"Yeh dono kaun si film se bhaag kar aayi hain?"


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security officer completely ulta-phas chuki hai.
Koi unka phone check karwa raha, koi unke slippers dekh raha, koi kisi officer ko compliment de raha — total meltdown.

Meanwhile…

Upstairs Rahat pehla real clue dhoond chuki hai…
Aur abb doosra half kagaz uske aas paas hi kahin chhupa hai.


**BEHEN_CODE – NIGHT MISSION

RAHAT FINDS THE SECOND HALF + OUTSIDE security officer CHAOS (EVEN MORE INTENSE)**


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INTERIOR – AVANTIKA’S STUDY ROOM

Rahat bookshelf se Palatne ko hi hoti hai ki uski nazar suddenly study table ke neeche ek chhota locked-style drawer par padti hai —
jo pehle usne ignore kar diya tha.

Rahat (whisper):
"Yeh pehle kyun nahi dikha?… No Rahat, focus."

Woh drawer handle ko dheere se kheenchti hai.
Drawer click karke nikal aata hai.

Andar ek fold ki hui paper bundle.

Woh dhadkan rok kar bundle nikalti hai…
Jaldbaazi me fold kholti hai…

Aur uski aankhen shock se phat jaati hain.

Ye dusra half nahi —
Doosra half + full list + concealed pages!

Rahat zameen par baith kar papers ko jodti hai…
Left half…
Right half…
Middle fold…
Signatures side.

The oath becomes complete.

Woh padhne lagti hai —
Words clear hote ja rahe:

> “Hum, niche diye gaye sab log, Bangurr Colony ke redevelopment ko samarthan dete hain…”
“…Iss colony ko jaldi se jaldi khali karwaya jayega…”
“…Rathod Ventures ke naye high-value project ke liye ye sthaan niradharit kiya gaya hai…”
“…Hum pratinidhiyon ke naam—”



Rahat ka throat dry ho jata hai.

Rahat (shock, whisper):
"Rathod…?"

Woh naam ko phir se padhti hai.
Slowly.
Deliberately.

Rahat:
"Rathod Ventures? Ye log colony khali karwana chahte the? Avantika kya kar rahi thi isme…?"

Uske haath thode kaanpte hain.
Rahat confusion me, tension me, disbelief me —
Still scanning the list.

50 logon ka complete list.
Local leaders.
Residents’ committee.
Kuch unknown businessmen.

Rahat immediately aur pages ulat-palat kar dekhne lagti hai.
Har ek line mein koi na koi hidden politics dikh raha hai.

Rahat (murmuring):
"Isme itne signatures kaise? Kisne sign kiya? Kisne refuse kiya? Avantika is sab me kya kar rahi thi?"

Woh aur clues ke liye drawer, shelf, table ke neeche search karne lagti hai —
Heart rate now doubled.


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**EXTERIOR – GALI OUTSIDE

security officer DISTRACTION LEVEL: EXTREME**

7 officers, 2 constables —
Sab ek hi cheez experience kar rahe hain:
Ishani & Anisha’s unstoppable confusion hurricane.

1. security officer Already Annoyed – Drama Continues

Officer 1 (angry):
"Madam, hum 10 baar bol chuke hain — yahan se dur rahiye!"

Anisha (sad face):
"Sir, aap gussa kyun ho rahe ho? Hum to bas help hi kar rahe the."

Officer 3:
"Kaisi help?"

Ishani:
"Humne dekha tha ek aadmi idhar se bhaag ke gaya… red kapde me!"

6 officers ek saath murte hain — Alert.

Officer:
"Kahan? Kaun? Kis direction me?"

Ishani khud confuse acting:
"Umm… right… left… uhh… yaad nahi sir… sorry… shayad woh sapna tha."

Sab security officer: “WHAT?!”


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2. Unnecessary Parental Concern Attack

Anisha ek officer ko pakad kar:
"Sir, itni thand me duty karte ho… khana khaya? Jacket pehna? BP thik?"

Officer 4 shocked.
“Madam hum security officer hain… patient nahi!”

Ishani dramatic:
"Sir dekhna, aaj kal cold strike kar raha. BP lo ho gaya na to hum responsible nahi honge!"

2 officers apne BP ke soche bina chest touch kar ke check karne lagte.
Senior unke sar par thappad jaisa glare marti hai.


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3. Petty Shikayat Round

Ishani ek constable se:
"Sir agar yahan koi bhoot hota to kya aap bullet maar sakte hain?"

Constable:
"Bhoot ko bullet?!"

Anisha:
"Nahi nahi, silver bullet hota hai na? Ya woh vampires ke liye hota hai? Sir aap batao…"

Constable stress me:
"Madam mujhe vampire aur bhoot ka training nahi diya gaya!"


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4. security officer Tevar BREAKDOWN

Officer 1 loudly:
"Madam! YEH FUNFAIR NAHI HAI!!"

Ishani uski nazar se bilkul nahi dari.
Uss ki taraf jaa kar bolti hai:

Ishani:
"Sir, calm down… anger se BP badhta hai. Aapka BP high hua na to hum responsible—"

Officer 1 haath utha kar:
"NO MORE RESPONSIBLE WORD!!"

Poori security officer team: fully trapped, flustered, confused, irritated, mentally exhausted.

Unka poora dhyaan Ishani & Anisha par hi stuck ho gaya hai.

Meanwhile…

UPSTAIRS
Rahat is now sitting with the entire oath paper
— and she’s about to discover the REAL danger behind Rathod Ventures.

(INDOOR – RAHAT CONTINUES SEARCHING)
Rahat hall ke centre me ruk kar ek deep breath leti hai. Purane newspaper cuttings, USB, diary, blueprint — sab uske bag me jaa chuke the. Ab uski nazar avantika ke living hall me slow-motion me ghoomti hai… kisi aur hint ki talaash me.

TV table ke drawer band karte hue wo dheere se couch ke peeche bhi jhaankti hai…
“Hmm… Avantika tum sach me kuch bada plan kar rahi thi…”
Rahat khud hi khud me mumbling.


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(OUTDOOR SCENE – Anisha & Ishaani vs security officer)

FULL COMEDY + CHAOS + FLIRTY TEVAR

Raat ka time… gali me 7–8 security officer officers + 4–5 constables abhi bhi bechain ghoom rahe.
Unke face par thakaan + irritation + confusion — matlab sab kuch mix.

1. Constable Tripathi (Chirchira):

“Madam 2 minute chup rehna. Aap log yahan kya kar rahi thi? Kaun rehta yahan? Kisi aur ko dekha? Kisi ko ghuste hue? Kisi ko bhaagte hue?”

Anisha (innocent ban kar):

“Sir hum to bas… raat ka mausam enjoy kar rahe the. Fresh air, you know?”

Officer Mishra (tevar me):

“2 baje raat ka mausam enjoy? Is area me? Aap dono ko pata bhi hai idhar abhi investigation chal raha hai?”

Ishaani (cute attitude + halka flirt):

“Sir aap log ho na, toh hume kya dar? Aap ho toh safety hi safety…”
Aankh thodi si narrow karke smile.

Teen constable ek saath Ishaani ko dekh kar:

Ek second ka slow motion
“Safety?”

Ek dusre ko aankh se ishaara — “yeh ladki dangerous level cute hai.”


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2. COMEDIC DISTRACTION – LEVEL UP

Constable 1:

“Madam phone me torch kyu jala rakhi thi? Aap log kya dhoondh rahi thi?”

Anisha (seedha sa):

“Battery check kar rahi thi, sir.”

Constable:

“Raat me?”

Anisha:

“Haan sir… battery raat me hi hoti hai na.”

Constable ka expression —
“Ye kis type ki logic agency se aayi hai?”


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3. MAIN OFFICER GETS FRUSTRATED

Officer Shukla (slightly handsome type) Ishaani ke paas aata hai:
“Madam hum yeh sab sunne aaye hain? Please cooperate.”

Ishaani (hair flick slow motion):

“Sir… main full cooperate karungi…
bas ek condition pe…”

Officer eyebrows upar.

“Pe…?”

“Aap thoda soft tone me baat karenge… mujhe loud log bilkul pasand nahi.”

Constables ka reaction:
“Sir ko line mar rahi hai kya?”

Officer Shukla khud bhi thoda blush.
“Ah… haa… okay… soft.”


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4. DISTRACTION PEAK

Peeche se Anisha ek corner me jaakar loudly chillati hai:

“Arey waah! Yeh kya gira hua hai? GOLD BRACELET?!”

Pure 5–6 security officer log ek saath udhar bhaagte hain.

Officer: “Kahan? Kahan??”

Anisha:
“Ohh… sorry… mera hi tha… hehehe.”

Constables:
“Madam aise heart attack kyu deti ho!”


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5. CONFUSION CONTINUES – TIME BUYING SUCCESSFUL

Ishaani security officer ko aur uljha rahi hai — kabhi gate ki taraf dekh kar bol rahi:
“Sir shayad koi abhi bhaaga?”

To kabhi opposite direction me:
“Sir lagta hai koi chhat pe gaya!”

Officer:
“Kya? Kis taraf??”

Ishaani innocently:
“Maybe… kahin bhi aa sakta hai. Thoda unpredictable type area hai.”

security officer puri tarah confused.
Upar se 3 constable ek dusre se lad rahe ki kis direction me jana chahiye.


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INDOOR – RAHAT

Gali ka ye hungama sunai deta hai.
Rahat khidki ke paas jake halki si muskurati hai:

“Good job girls…”

Phir woh quickly search continue karti hai.

INDOOR → ROOFTOP EXIT

Rahat hall ka last corner check karne ke baad apna bag tight pakadti hai.
Niche security officer ka hungama ab bhi sunai de raha tha — but ye uske liye perfect cover tha.

Wo quietly terrace ki taraf jati hai. Terrace gate adha khula tha… shayad Avantika ne jaldi me band nahi kiya hoga.

Rahat ek deep breath leti hai, phir railing pakad kar neeche lagte drain pipe ko check karti hai.

“Bas… ab yahin se.”

Raat ki thandi hawa uske chehre ko touch karti hai.
Gali ki awaazein halki si echo ho rahi thi.

Rahat railing par chadh kar pipe ko tight pakadti hai
aur dheere-dheere slide + step-down karna shuru karti hai.

Camera angle niche se — spotlight security officer ka, par Rahat shadows me.

Half-way down… ek lamha.
Ek choti si smirk.

“Girls are distracting well…”

Phir ek sharp move me neeche tak land ho jaati hai —
bina kisi sound ke.

Wo seedha ghar ki side wall ke saath chipak kar chhaya me ghus jaati hai.


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OUTDOOR – GALI KA CONFUSION END

Ishaani aur Anisha ab bhi security officer ko uljha rahi thi, lekin ab thakaan unke chehre par aa chuki thi.
security officer ko kuch bhi samajh nahi aa raha tha.

Officer Shukla:

“Bas! Enough. Aap dono ab ghar jaiye. Investigation ko disturb mat kijiye.”

Ishaani (cute sa smile):

“Haan sir, bilkul. Hum toh bas help kar rahi thi…”

Constable Tripathi:

“Help? Aapne toh hume marathon karwa diya raat me!”

Anisha:

“Arey sir, fit rehna chahiye na…”

Constables ka sa collective facepalm.

Officer finally haath utha deta hai:
“Chaliye, chaliye… ghar jaiye. Yahan se hatt jaiye sab.”

Ishaani aur Anisha ek dramatic sa “Okay sir…” keh kar side lane ki taraf chal padti hain.

Unhone intentionally Opposite direction li jahan se security officer ko unke ghar ka idea hi na ho.

security officer ab bhi gali me idhar-udhar checking show kar rahe the…


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MAIN ROAD – REUNION MOMENT

Rahat shadow se quietly nikal kar main road ke ek lamppost ke paas rukti hai.
Apni jacket theek karti hai, bag adjust karti hai.

Thodi der baad —
do silhouettes corner se aati hain:
Ishaani & Anisha, fast-walk mode me.

Woh dono Rahat ko dekh kar ek saath halki saans chhodti hain.

Anisha:

“Finally!! Tum aa gayi… hum to darr gaye the.”

Ishaani:

“security officer ne pagla diya tha… pura gym karwa diya!”

Rahat (cool smirk):

“Good job girls. Tumhare bina itni smooth escape mushkil thi.”

Ishaani thodi proud smile.

Ishaani:

“Haan haan, pata hai. Talent hota hai humme.”

Rahat:

“Chalo, ab yahan se niklo.
security officer ab serious mode me aa chuke hain.
Hum teenon alag-alag directions se jayenge.
Ghar pahunch kar message karna.”

Teeno ek discreet nod share karti hain.

Raat ki sadak par teeno alag-alag side me chal padti hain…

Camera slowly upar jaata hai…
City lights…
Secret mission ka successful wrap-up feel.

[Greenwood]

Update 40




NEXT MORNING — BEHEN_CODE MEETING
Location: Aaji ka Purana, Warm, Peaceful Ghar — Par Atmosphere Bohot Tense


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SCENE BEGINS

Subah ki halki dhoop Aaji ke verandah me gir rahi thi.
Andar, ek badi dining table ke charo taraf Rahat, Ishani, Anisha, Arti, Nandita aur Humera baithi hui hain.
Table par documents, papers, USB, cutting — sab kuch spread out tha.

Coffee ki halki khushboo, lekin chehre par ghabrahat.


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Rahat (USB aur folded papers table par rakhte hue):

“Kal Avantika ke ghar me mujhe ye milaa… sab tum log dekh lo.”

Wo agreement ko table ke beech me rakhti hai.
Aadhi hawa chalti hai — paper ke corner hilte hain.

Sab jhuk kar dekhte hain.


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THE AGREEMENT REVEALED

Nandita document haath me leti hai…
Ek pal ke liye uski bhavon me tension aa jati hai.

Nandita:

“Yeh… yeh koi chhota mota paper nahi hai.
Yeh major evacuation agreement lag raha hai.
Aur… yeh signatures? Bahot logon ka naam hai isme…”

She flips to the back page.
Signatures… dozens of them.

Sab chup.


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Humera paper uthati hai aur list padhti jaati hai…

Ek point par uske haath ruk jaate hain.

Uski saans tez ho jaati hai.

Ishani:

“Kya hua? Kuch mila?”

Humera (shock me):

“Yeh… yeh naam… yeh meri Dadi ka hai.”

Table par complete silence.

Nandita turant uske haath se paper le leti hai.

Nandita:

“Let me see…
(naam check karti hai)
Haan… yeh naam to spaṣht likha hai.
Tumhari dadi bhi isme signatory hain.”

Sab Humera ki taraf mudkar dekhte hain.


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INTERROGATION MOMENT

Rahat:

“Humera… tumhari dadi ka yahan naam kaise?
Is agreement me koi badi baat chhupi hai.”

Humera (confused, helpless, almost guilty):

“Mujhe… mujhe kuch bhi nahi pata.
Main to vacation par yaha aayi hoon…
Meri dadi ka Rathod Ventures ke saath kya connection… mujhe bilkul nahi maloom…”

Woh genuinely disturbed lagti hai.


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Nandita:

“Toh ab yeh sirf tumhari dadi hi bata sakti hain.
Wo hi jaan sakti hain ki yeh signature kaise aur kyun kiya gaya.”

Humera (tension me):

“Lekin wo to… behosh hain itne dino se.”

Room me ek aur silence.


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Ishani (slowly, thinking mode me):

“Phir tumhare ghar se hi…
kuch aur pata chal sakta hai.”

Humera use dekh kar thoda unsure hoti hai…
par Ishani ke tone me sachchai thi.


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Arti Jo Ab Tak Chup Thi, Awaaz Nikalti Hai

Arti ne ab tak bohot dhyan se sab suna tha.
Ab wo table par hath rakh kar bolti hai:

Arti:

“Hume Rathod Ventures ke is project ka saara sach pata lagana hoga.
Rathod ka Humera ki dadi se rishta kya hai…
yeh sab kuch linked lagta hai.
Isme kuch personal bhi hai. Bahot personal.”

Sab use dekhte hain —
Arti ke tone me ek alag hi certainty thi.


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Rahat ka Dusra Set of Clues

Rahat apne bag se USB aur newspaper cuttings deti hai.

Purane cutting table par spread ho jaate hain:

“Local Civilians Protest Against Rathod Ventures”

“Rathod’s Mega Project: The New India?”

“Bangurr Colony Ko Jaldi Empty Karne Ka Order”

Kuch cuttings Rathod ke favour me bhi thi.


Rahat:

“Mujhe ye sab hall me TV table ke drawer me mile.
Ye kisi random ghar ka kachra nahi…
yeh evidence hai.”

Sab papers ko ek-ek kar inspect karte hain.


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NANDITA TAKES CHARGE

Nandita USB ko apne folder me carefully slip karti hai.

Nandita:

“Isme definitely kuch bada hoga.
Digital records kabhi jhoot nahi bolte.”

Woh khadi hoti hai, scarf adjust karte hue.

Nandita:

“Mujhe court jana hoga.
Humare paas time bohot kam hai.
Tum sab jitna ho sake utna data collect karo…
Har clue—small or big—important ho sakta hai.”

She looks at all five girls:

“Aaj se ye case rapid mode me jaayega.”


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Cut to Black. Scene End.

RATHOD — POWER ROOM SCENE


Location: Rathod Ventures – 27th Floor, Executive Meeting Room
(Cold glass walls, giant digital screen, 18-seater black table, dim corporate lights)


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Scene Begins

Room me ek dead silence.
Ek bada digital map screen par ON hai — Bangurr Colony Redevelopment Project ka blueprint.

Rathod head chair par baitha hai —
Grey suit, silver cufflinks, ek arrogant confidence… jaise world uska ho.

Board members sidhe-sidhe, files open kiye baithe hue.


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Rathod (leaning back, bored yet dangerous tone):

“Presentation shuru karo.”

Ek junior starts explaining graph, numbers, deadlines…

Rathod bas dekh raha hai,
lekin uski eyes me zero patience.
Rathod turant table par pen patakta hai
Room me sab chup.

Rathod uth kar screen ke paas chala jata hai,
points at blueprint

Rathod:
“Mujhe result chahiye.
Court, colony, protest — kuch bhi ho…
yeh project mere business ka spine hai.”

Phir board ki taraf mudta hai:

Rathod (arrogant smirk ke saath):
“Aisi presentation banao ki saala wo madarchod Chung ki bund fat jaye.
Samjhe sab?”

Room me halki si suppressed laugh —
sab log ek dusre ko dekh kar smirk karte hain.
Koi bhi Rathod ke saamne openly hass nahi sakta,
lekin sab uski language ke aadat waale hain.

MEETING ENDS

Board members files band karte hain,
chair push karte hain,
aur dheere-dheere room se nikal jaate hain.

Door close hota hai.
Room me sirf Rathod.

Ek deep breath.
Woh phone uthata hai,
speed dial press karta hai.

CALL — Lawyer

Rathod (cold, dangerous calm):
“Dekho…
Mera beta meri jaan hai.
Aur mera business… mera nasha.”

pause

“Ye dono ek doosre se alag hain.
Main ek ki wajah se dusra kharab nahi hone dunga.
Samjha?”

Lawyer kuch bolta hai, Rathod interrupt kar deta hai.

Rathod:
“Just fix it.
Main naam kharab nahi hone dunga… kisi bhi halat me.”

Woh bina bye bole phone cut kar deta hai
aur phone table par throw jaise rakhta hai.

Camera uske intense stare par freeze hota hai.

Scene END.



Scene — Rathod ka Farmhouse, Basement Room

(Dim yellow bulb, concrete walls, ek cot, ek steel chair, ek chhota sa window jahan se sirf hawa aati hai, roshni nahi.)


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Avantika — Still, Silent, Waiting

Avantika cot par baithi hai.
Haath bandhe nahi hain… par jaise bandhe ho.
Aankhon ke neeche halka sa dark circle,
lekin chehra bilkul expression-less.

Na hansi,
na rona,
sirf ek thaka hua sa sukoon…
jaise wo har emotion khatam kar chuki ho.

Room me ek CCTV camera red light blink karta hai.

Avantika ek lambe sa saans leti hai
aur chhat ko dekhte hue flashback me chale jaati hai.


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FLASHBACK — Avantika’s Old Life

1. Parents

Ek quick montage:

Papa ki hasi

Maa ki god me baith kar TV dekhna

college function, Papa front seat me clap karte hue

Maa ki awaaz: “Avi, tu kitni strong hai.”


Suddenly montage cut hoti hai —
kal ka jaise dard wapas aa jata hai.

Accident.
Ambulance.
White bedsheet.
Lonely apartment.

Avantika aankhein band kar leti hai.


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2. Her TV Channel Life

Flashback second phase:

Studio ki ek badi glass window

She is in anchor desk, spotlight uske face par

Mic adjust karte hue ek confident smile

Producer clap karte: “Break ke baad segment two!”


Avantika anchoring karte waqt bold, powerful, fearless.
“Good evening viewers, I’m Avantika Sharma— bringing you the truth, unapologetically.”

Phir ek quick cut —
corruption expose, threatening calls,
Rathod Venture ke case me jab wo too deep chali gayi thi,
tab se hi uska downfall shuru hua tha.


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BACK TO PRESENT — FARMHOUSE

Avantika blink karti hai…
jaise reality me wapas aayi ho.

Woh quietly bed ke kone par baith kar khidki ki taraf dekhti hai
jahan se sirf hawa ka ek halka jhonka aa raha hai.

Uske lips halka sa move karte hain:

Avantika (slow whisper):

“I hope… sab kuch sahi ho jaye.”

Ek second rukti hai.
Halka sa smile… bilkul dard wala smile.

Avantika:

“Rahat… Nandita…
tum log mujhe bhule nahi hoge…
mujhe pata hai.”

Uski aankhon me ek chhota sa determination jhalakta hai—
jaise woh ab bhi haar nahi maani.

Camera piche hota hai…
CCTV red light blink…
avantika still…
room silent.

Scene: Arti ki Library — Shaam ka halka sa udaas, thoda busy mahaul


Library me shaant sa mahaul tha. Hawa me purani kitaabon ki khushboo, aur Arti apne counter par baithi files aur register dekh rahi thi. Chehre par halka sa tension… case ki tension alag, ghar ki tension alag.

Wo apne aap se hi halki si thakawat bhari awaaz me bol rahi thi—

Arti (slow sigh):
“Shaam ko kya banau… maa ji ko to kuch bhi pasand nahi aata… Kal bhi taunt maar rahi thi…
Aur yeh Anuraag bhi! Bola hi nahi ki khana nahi khayega… aadha khana bacha reh gaya tha.”

Wo register palat kar likhne lagti hai, par dimaag ghar aur case ki problems me fasaa hua.

Tabhi…
Library ka darwaza halki si khatkhatahat ke saath khulta hai.

Arti sir uthakar dekhti hai…

Nakul.

White shirt, jeans, peeth par bag…
Apne hamesha wale gentle confidence ke saath andar aata hai.

Jab Arti ki nazar us par padti hai, uska thaka hua chehra dheere se chamak jaata hai.
Ek halka sa genuine smile.

Nakul ruktā hai…
Door ke paas khada hokar Arti ko dekhta hai…

Aur apni do ungliyon se halka sa beautiful ka ishara karta hai — jaise keh raha ho:

“Aaj… tum bahut khoobsurat lag rahi ho.”

Arti ke gाल halkे से लाल हो jaate hain.
Wo nazar jhukakar ek choti si smile deti hai, par uske chehre par ek pal ke liye saari tension gaayab ho jaati hai.

Nakul quietly apni usual jagah par jaakar baithta hai.
Bag me se ek kitaab nikalta hai, pages palat kar padhna shuru karta hai.

Arti ek baar usse chori-chupke dekhti hai…
Nakul bhi page palat-te waqt ek baar nazar uthakar soft smile de deta hai.

Dono ek pal ke liye sirf aankhon se hi baat karte hain.

Phir Arti dheere se saans lekar apna library register kholti hai,
Date, entry, books… sab likhna shuru kar deti hai,
Par is baar uske chehre par woh halka sa sukoon hai…
Jo sirf Nakul ki aamad laati hai.



Scene: Ishani ka Restaurant — Raat ka busy time, halke tense vibes

Restaurant me aaj unusual sa mahaul tha.
Normally yahan hansi-mazaak, orders ki awaaz, college kids ki chatter hoti…
Par aaj hawa me hi kuch “off” tha.

Ishani counter ke paas khadi, plates set kar rahi thi.
Uska chehra calm tha, par aankhon me woh sada-waala spark —
Job karte hue bhi modeling-wali confidence.

Tabhi kitchen ke piche se Manager nikal kar aata hai.
Aaj wo bilkul hi off-mood me lag raha tha —
Bheegi shirt ka collar, eyebrows fuse ki tarah tang, aur haath me order slip taang ke hilata hua.

Manager (chillaye bina, par irritate tone me):
“Yaar Ishani, aaj staff ka aadha hissa late hai…
Customers zyada hain…
Aur upar se ye new boys ka table bhi extra tantrums dikha raha hai.”

Ishani ek second ke liye uski taraf dekh kar aankhon se hi poochti hai “kya hua?”

Ishani:
“Sir, main manage kar lungi… aap itna tense mat ho.”

Manager ek long sigh leta hai.

Manager:
“Tum manage kar logi — mujhe pata hai.
Bas… aaj mera mood hi off chal raha hai.
Owner se bhi jhagda ho gaya subah.”
Woh counter par slip rakh kar sir dabaata hai.
“Please zara handle kar lena, haan?”

Ishani halki si smile deti hai, jisme assurance bhi hoti hai aur thodi si apni quiet strength bhi.

Ishani:
“Ho jayega sir. Aap tension mat lo.”

Manager chala jaata hai, par uske jaate hi Ishani ke chehre ka expression thoda change ho jaata hai —
Woh thoda alert ho jaati hai.

She ties her hair properly, apron adjust karti hai,
Aur phir floor par nikal jaati hai customers handle karne.

Aage bhari crowd, tables full,
Aur ek corner table…
Wahi group of boys jahan se hungama expected hai.

Ishani deep breath leti hai —
“Let’s go.”

(Scene ready for next beat.)

Scene Continue — Ishani & Teenager Boys


Restaurant ka corner table —
Paanch–chhe teenage ladkon ka group,
College se bhi chhote, college-type.
Sabke chehre par shararat, hansi, aur woh typical “masti-mode”.

Jaise hi Ishani waha pahunchti hai,
Ek ladka straw ko hawa me uda raha hota hai,
Do ladke waitress ki mimicry karte hue haste ja rahe hote hain.

Ishani table par rukti hai, haath fold karke:
“Guys, behave. Yahan staff sab mehnat karta hai…
Kisi ka mazak mat udao.”

Ek-do ladke thoda sharmate hue seedhe ho jaate hain.
Par group me se ek cute sa chashmish ladka Ishani ko apne paas bulata hai:

Boy (halki si serious awaaz me, kaan ke paas):
“Didi… actually mere friend Mohit ka aaj last day hai yahan.”
Woh Mohit ki taraf ishara karta hai —
Ek thin, silent, halki si udaasi wale chehre ka ladka.

Boy continues softly:
“Kal yeh apne papa ke saath doosre sheher ja raha hai…
Unke parents ka divorce ho gaya.”

Ishani ekdum chup ho jaati hai.
Bachche ki awaaz me woh dard tha jo sirf situation samajhne wale ko hi sunai deta hai.

Uske andar ek purani darad hil jaati hai —
Uske khud ke parents ka separation…
Raat raat bhar jagte huye jhagde,
Do gharon ke beech batti hui zindagi,
Aur ek bachpan jo kabhi poora nahi ho paaya.

Uski aankhen ek pal ke liye blank si ho jaati hain…

Tabhi ek ladka zor se bolta hai:

“Didi?”

Ishani ek blink leti hai… khayalon se wapas aati hai.

Wo group ki taraf dekh kar pyaar se smile karti hai:

Ishani:
“Achha… aaj tumhare dost ka aakhiri din hai na?”
Woh Mohit ki taraf dekhti hai.
“To meri taraf se aaj sabke liye ice cream.”

Pura group ek saath literally “YAAAAAYYYY!!” chillane lagta hai—

Par Ishani turant ungli lips par rakh kar:
“Shhhh! Chillaoge toh cancel.”

Sab ekdum seedhe ho jaate hain.
Mohit ke chehre par thodi si shy smile aa jaati hai.

Ishani (soft, firm):
“Main ice cream le aaungi…
Lekin ek promise —
Yahan kisi ka mazak nahi udoge.
Aur zyada shor bhi nahi machaoge.
Deal?”

Teenage group ek saath haath utha kar:
“Promise didi!”

Ishani ke chehre par ek real, gentle muskaan aa jaati hai —
Woh unke table se mud kar counter ki taraf chali jaati hai…
Thoda halka mehsoos karte hue,
Thoda apne bachpan ko yaad karte hue,
Aur thoda Mohit jaise kids ke liye soft-hearted ho kar.

Scene ends with her tying her apron and returning to work —
Wohi calm, graceful Ishani mode.

Scene — Anushka’s Room (Late Night)

Awaaz bilkul halki… bas table lamp ki naram roshni.
Kamra shaant, khidki ke bahar andhera.

Anushka apne bed par side pose me leti hai,
Uske sar par woh choti white bandage,
Jo ab uske dard ka ek nishaan ban chuki hai.
Kabhi kabhi halka sa pain feel hota hai,
Wo apne haath se dheere se bandage ko touch karti hai.

Ceiling ki taraf dekhte hue, bilkul chup—

Anushka (andar hi andar):
“Yeh… yeh sab kyu ho raha hai?
Sumeet ko main samajh sakti hu…
Wo pareshan tha, gussa tha, frustrated tha…
Uski harkatein galat thi par uska motive clear tha.”

Wo thoda sa palat kar blanket ko adjust karti hai.
Dim light uski aankhon me padti hai—
Aankhen thaki hui, par zidd se bhari.

Anushka (faint whisper):
“Lekin… yeh dusri baar…
Yeh jo attack hua…
Yeh kuch aur hi baat lagti hai.
Koi mujhe maar kyu chahega…?”

Uske dil ki dhadkan thodi tej hoti hai.
Usse apne papa ka wajah-bina-wala accident yaad aata hai.
Wo ek pal ke liye aankhen band karti hai—
Papa ki muskaan, unka bank me kaam karna,
Aur phir woh achanak se hua accident.

Anushka:
“Kya papa ka accident bhi…?”
Wo apni baat adhoori chhod deti hai.
Nahi.
Khud ko rok leti hai.
Shayad darr bhi hai us jawab se.

Room me sirf clock ki tick-tick.

Anushka apne pillow ko thoda kas kar pakad leti hai.
Uski saansen halki si fast—
Par uski aankhen me ek determination ka spark bhi.

Anushka (slow, firm):
“Mujhe pata lagana hoga.
Chahe jo bhi ho…
Chahe koi kitna hi powerful ho…
Main haar nahi manungi.”

Wo fir se ceiling ki taraf dekhte hue soch me doob jaati hai—
Afsos, dard, confusion… sab ek saath.
Aur woh ek bada sa assurance dhoondhne ki koshish karti hai:
Ki kal, shayad koi clue mile.
Shayad kuch samajh aaye.
Shayad sach ke thode aur kareeb ja sake.

Scene ends with her slow blinking eyes,
Room me sirf lamp ki halka sa glow,
Aur Anushka ki bechain, confused, par strong heartbeat.