Thriller BEHEN_CODE

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Update 41




Agla Update — Early Morning

Scene 1: Nandita ka Office / Ghar ka Study Desk

Subah ki halki roshni khidki se andar aa rahi thi.
Table par files bikhri hui thi, chai ka adha bhara cup thanda ho chuka tha.
Nandita apni chair par seedhi baithi thi,
Uske saamne laptop open tha—
Aur uske haath me Rahat ki di hui USB.

Wo ek gehri saans leti hai…
Aur USB plug in karti hai.

Screen par folders khulte hain —
“Docs”, “Raw Videos”, “Hidden” jaise naam chamak uthte hain.

Nandita pehle ek video file open karti hai.

Play hote hi screen par kuch construction site ke footages aate hain,
Raat ke time ke shots,
Kuch bulldozers, kuch log…
Aur background me kisi aadmi ki awaaz:

“Kal subah tak kaam ho jaana chahiye… kisi ko bolne ka mauka nahi milna chahiye.”

Nandita ki aankhein phail jaati hain.
Wo turant next file kholti hai.

Is baar kuch documents ke scans—
Land acquisition ke papers,
Kuch forged signatures,
Kuch local logon ke naam…
Aur ek corner me ek chhota sa logo:

RATHOD VENTURES.

Nandita ki ungliyaan thodi kaanp jaati hain.

Wo ek aur folder kholti hai—
Isme kuch hidden videos hote hain,
Jinme kuch log gusse me bol rahe hote hain:

“Humko sign zabardasti karwaya gaya…
Varna lathi, dhamki… sab tha.”

Nandita peeche chair se lag jaati hai.
Uska dimaag fast chalne lagta hai.

“Iska matlab… Avantika sirf reporter nahi thi…
Wo kisi bahut bade scam ke bilkul beech me thi.”

Wo foran laptop ke side me rakhe phone ko utha leti hai,
Aur internet par tez-tez keywords type karne lagti hai:

“Bangurr Colony demolition”,
“Rathod Ventures land dispute”,
“Forced evacuation case”

Search results aate jaate hain…
Ek news clipping flash hoti hai:

“Four-year-old land dispute buried due to lack of evidence.”

Nandita ke hothon se sirf ek alfaaz nikalta hai:

“Evidence… yahin thi…”

Uski aankhen ek pal ke liye chamak uthti hain—
Shock, gussa aur determination ek saath.

Wo bina waqt gawaye phone uthakar Ishani ko call karti hai.

Nandita (tez, urgent tone me):
“Ishani… I need to meet you. Abhi. As soon as possible.
Bahut bada khel chal raha hai… Avantika iske beech me phas gayi thi.”

Call cut hota hai.
Nandita fir se screen ki taraf dekhti hai—
Jaise sach dheere-dheere uske saamne nanga ho raha ho.


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Scene 2: Rathod Farmhouse — Avantika ka Kamra (Late Morning)

Poora kamra shaant.
Khidki ke parde aadhe khule hue,
Dhoop ki tez rekhayein farsh par tirchi lines bana rahi hain.

Bed par Avantika gehri neend me thi.

Aaj wo der tak nahi uthi.
Na koi cheekh,
Na koi protest,
Na koi sawal.

Uski saans dheemi thi…
Lekin uske chehre par thakaan aur dard saaf jhalak raha tha.

Uske
haathon par,
gardan par,
aur pairon par chot ke nishaan
aaj kuch zyada laal aur gehre lag rahe the.

Jaise kamzori ab uske shareer par utri ho.
Na khane se, na sone se… jabardasti se zyada takat kisi cheez me nahi hoti.

Camera dheere-dheere aerial shot me upar uthta hai—
Poora kamra chhota sa lagne lagta hai,
Aur Avantika us badey farmhouse ke beech
Ek behad kamzor si insaan ki tarah dikhai deti hai.

Uski palkein thodi si hilt i hain,
Par aankhen poori tarah khulti nahi.

Uski energy…
Ab sach me jawab dene lagi thi.

Kahin door se guards ki halki awaaz,
Gate band hone ki dhak-dhak,
Aur farmhouse ki sadi hui si khamoshi.

Scene freeze hota hai
Avantika ke thake hue chehre par—
Aur contrast me Nandita ke laptop par khulte hue sach ke saath.

Scene Cut.

Agla Scene — Anisha ka College (Day Scene)


College campus me usual sa shor tha—
students ki awaazein,
steps ki ghat-ghat,
door se canteen ka halkasa music.

Library ke bahar Anisha apna bag shoulder par theek karti hui nikalti hai.

Tabhi piche se ek haath aakar uske kandhe par achanak “thappa” karta hai.

Anisha chauk kar turant mudti hai—
Uske chehre par pehle shock,
phir annoyance.

Samne Kabeer khada hota hai,
wide smile ke saath, jaise koi bachcha prank karke khush ho.

Anisha (teekhe tone me):
“Not funny, Kabeer.”

Kabeer turant apni hansi daba leta hai,
Thoda sa awkward ho jata hai,
Aur casually gale ko saaf karta hai.

Dono saath-saath gallery corridor me chalne lagte hain.

Kuch kadam chalne ke baad Kabeer baat chedta hai—

Kabeer:
“Waise… aaj ka kya plan hai?”

Anisha uski taraf dekhe bina hi puchti hai—
“Kyoon?”

Kabeer halka sa sugarcoated style me bolta hai—
“Bas aise hi… socha shaam ko kahi mil lein.”

Anisha achanak rukti hai,
Uski taraf seedha ek gusse bhari nazar daalti hai.

Phir bina ruke aage chal padti hai aur kadak awaaz me bolti hai—
“Dekho Kabeer, meri life me in sab cheezon ke liye koi jagah nahi hai.”

Kabeer uske sudden tone se ekdum chup ho jata hai.
Uska chehra halka sa utaar jata hai.
Wo kuch pal shaant chalne ke baad dheere se bolta hai—

Kabeer:
“Are tum itni tension kyoon leti ho…
Humare paas videos aa to gaye na.
Dekhna next hearing me faisla bhi aa jayega.”

Anisha ruk kar uski taraf dekhti hai.
Uski awaaz me ab gussa kam, fikr zyada hoti hai—

Anisha:
“Baat wo nahi hai, Kabeer…
Humera ke case ke liye to videos backup me hain.
Lekin main Avantika ke baare me soch rahi hoon…
pata nahi wo kis musibat me hogi.”

Kabeer lightly shrug karta hai—
“Tum hamesha negative kyoon sochti ho?
Tumse achha to tumhara mahila mandal hai…
Mujhe poora yakeen hai un logon ne koi rasta nikaal hi liya hoga.”

Anisha turant uski taraf ek aur hard anger look daalti hai.

Phir bina kuch bole
tez-tez kadmon se aage badh jaati hai.

Kabeer ek pal wahi khada rehta hai,
Phir “kya yaar” jaise expression ke saath
apna muh bana kar dusri direction me chal deta hai.

Corridor me dono alag-alag disha me kho jaate hain—
Anisha fikron me,
Aur Kabeer apni aadhi-uljhi baaton ke saath.

Scene Cut.

Agla Scene — Arti ki Library (Day, Silent Tension)


Library me halki si shaanti thi—
sirf pages palatne ki awaaz,
aur bahar se aati kabhi-kabhi traffic ki maddham si gungunahat.

Arti apni chair par baithi hui,
roz ki tarah register aur kuch files ke beech uljhi hui thi.
Routine chal raha tha,
lekin uska mann kahin aur atka hua tha.

Wo pen ko table par rakh kar ek gehri saans leti hai.
Phir kuch pal ke liye aankhein band kar leti hai.

Uske zehan me behen_code ka safar ghoomne lagta hai—
wo din, wo raaten,
jab usne apni saheliyon ke saath milkar
kitni ladkiyon ko andheron se bahar nikala tha.
Kitni zindagiyan bachai thi…

Lekin Avantika ka case…
yeh sabse zyada uljha hua lag raha tha use.
Wo sochti hai—
“Aisa kya tha, jo Avantika court pahunchne se pehle hi gaayab kar di gayi?”

Uske dono haath apne chehre ko masalne lagte hain jaise wo apna bojh halka karna chahti ho.

Tabhi—
Knock… knock…

Wo chauk kar aankhein kholti hai aur upar dekhti hai.

Samne Nakul khada hota hai.

Arti ke chehre par ek pal ke liye surprise aur phir halki si muskaan aa jaati hai.
“Are Nakul… tum kab aaye?”

Nakul apne haath me pakdi hui coffee uski taraf badhata hai aur muskurate hue bolta hai—
“Pichhle pandrah minute se wahan stool par baitha hoon…
soch raha tha ki Arti ab attention degi…
Arti ab attention degi…
lekin tum to… ”
wo haathon se hawa me ‘gayab’ hone ka ishara karta hai.

Arti coffee lete hue thoda sa thakaa hua sa smile karti hai—
“Baat hi kuch aisi hai…”
phir dheere se bolti hai,
“Jo videos humne recover kiye the Avantika ki ID se…
wo khud hi pata nahi kahan chali gayi.”

Uski awaaz me pareshaani jhalakti hai.
Wo phir se apna sir pakad leti hai.

Nakul ek lamhe ke liye bina soche samjhe Arti ke paas chala jata hai or
Arti ke kandhe par haath rakh deta hai,
jaise use himmat dena chahta ho. Lekin Jaise hi wo Arti ke kandhe par hath rakhta hai Arti ka kameez apne shoulder se thoda slip hone lagta hai jisse Arti ke laal bra strep Nakul ko dikhai dene lagte hai... Nakul ki aankhein badi ho jati hai uske hatho me Arti ka wo bra strep feel hota hai, jispe usne apna hath rakha hota hai... Arti ko is baat ka zara bhi ilm nahi tha ki uska bra strep nazar aane laga hai... Nakul bhi apna thook gatakta hai...

Arti apni tension me itni doobi hui hoti hai
ki use us pal ka ehsaas nahi hota.
Wahi Nakul ek second ke liye apna haath dekh kar
ek ajeeb si ghabrahat mehsoos karta hai.

Arti thoda sa apni position badalti hai—
aur Nakul turant apna haath hata leta hai.

Jo tasalli wo dena chahta tha,
jo lafz wo kehna chahta tha,
wo sab uske hont par aakar hi ruk jaata hai.

Wo khamoshi se aage badh kar
Arti ke samne wali chair par baith jaata hai
aur coffee ka ek ghoont leta hai.

Arti uski taraf dekhti hai—
ek thaki hui, par sambhali hui muskaan ke saath.
Phir wo bhi chupchaap coffee peene lagti hai.

Dono ke beech ek ajeeb si khamosh bonding tair rahi hoti hai—
jisme na koi sawal tha,
na koi jawab…
sirf samajhne ki khamosh koshish.

Scene hold… then soft cut.

Agla Scene — Anushka ka Office, Cabin (Day, Silent Suspense)


Anushka apne cabin me akeli baithi hoti hai.
Table par files bikhri hui hain, laptop band hai,
aur wo kursi se peechhe tik kar aankhein band kiye
jaise dimag ke kisi gehre raaz ko jodne ki koshish kar rahi ho.

Uske chehre par ab bhi chot ki halki si thakaan saaf dikh rahi thi.
Bandage uske maathe par safed si lakeer bana rahi thi.

Uska andar ka monologue dheere-dheere ubharta hai—

Agar Sumeet ne mujhe maarne ki koshish ki hai,
to main use zinda nahi chhodungi…
Mujhe is raaz se parada uthana hi hoga… chahe kuch bhi ho jaaye.

Wo achanak aankhein kholti hai.
Uski nazar table par rakhe landline phone par jaati hai.

Anushka phone uthati hai, number dial karti hai—
awaaz ekdum professional, shaant aur controlled hoti hai.

Anushka:
“Yes sir… yes, documents complete ho chuke hain…
Okay, we’ll meet on 15th December.”

Wo ek chhota sa pause leti hai, phir thoda casual tone me bolti hai—
“Sir, meri ek chhoti si request thi…
kyon na hum ye meeting late evening me rakhein?
Office timing thoda short hota hai, you know…
is tarah humein extra time mil jayega.”

Doosri taraf se haan sunai deti hai.

Anushka:
“Ji, main personal supervision me rakhungi sab kuch…
Thank you, sir.”

Wo call cut karti hai.
Ek gehri saans leti hai, jaise koi pehla mohra sahi jagah par rakh diya ho.

Phir turant dusra phone uthati hai—
internal line dial karti hai.

Anushka:
“Haan, Dinesh… notice board par laga do ki
meri 15 December ki meeting late evening me hogi,
office band hone ke baad.
Ji haan, sabko clear dikhe.”

Phone rakhte hi
Anushka halka sa peechhe jhukti hai chair par.

Uski aankhon me achanak ek tez chamak aa jaati hai—
jaise koi plan jakaas taur par uske dimaag me lock ho chuka ho.

Uske hothon par ek halka sa khud se baat karta hua sa smile ubharta hai.

“Ab jo bhi hai… saamne aayega.”

Camera dheere-dheere uski chamakti aankhon par zoom karta hai.
Background me suspenseful music rise hota hai.
And…
Scene cut.


Agla Scene — Rahat ka Radio Studio (Afternoon, Calm Before the Storm)

Radio studio ke bahar shehar ka shor tha…
lekin andar jaise ek alag hi duniya chal rahi thi—
soft music, blinking red lights,
aur glass ke us paar sound engineer apne panel me busy.

Rahat aaj thodi jaldi aa gayi thi studio me.
Pichhle kai dinon se use saans lene ka bhi waqt nahi mila tha —
Avantika ka case, Behén_Code ke pressure,
aur upar se roz ka personal bojh.

Wo apna bag chair par rakhti hai,
dheere se mic ke saamne waali kursi par baith jaati hai.
Table par rakhi script ko haath lagati hai,
jaise apne aap ko taak‌at de rahi ho.

Uski aankhon ke neeche thakaan ke halkay halke ghere ubhar aaye the.

“Aaj bas… sirf main aur mera show.”
Wo apne andar hi andar faisla karti hai.

Uska show to evening me on-air hone wala tha,
par wo afternoon me hi studio aa chuki thi —
taaki aaj kaam pura dil se kar sake.

Avantika ki tension uske dimaag me kahin kone me ab bhi zinda thi,
par aaj wo use side me rakhna chahti thi.
Pichhle kuch dinon ki thakaan bhi aaj uske kaandhon par bhaari thi.

Rahat dheere se aankhein band karti hai.
Ek gehri saans leti hai…
jaise saari uljhanon ko pal-bhar ke liye baahar chhod dena chahti ho.

Phir wo aankhein khol kar
mic ke saamne apni jagah set karti hai,
headphones uthaa kar apne kaanon par lagaati hai.

Sound engineer glass ke us paar se use dekhta hai—
wo dono aankhon hi aankhon me ek silent signal exchange karte hain.

Rahat ke chehre par dheere-dheere
ek purani wali confidence bhari smile laut aati hai.

“Aaj… main sirf Rahat hoon.
Behén_Code baad me.”

Background me soft instrumental music rise hota hai.
Camera uske chehre par thera rehta hai—
jahan thakaan, zimmedaari aur passion teenon ek saath jee rahe hote hain.

Scene fade out.

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Update 42




Next Update — Sabki Emergency Meeting & Avantika ki USB ka Sach (Revelation Scene)

Avantika office room.
Lighting thodi dim, hawa me sirf tension aur suspense.

Ishaani sabse pehle room me hoti hai.
Uska chehra serious, aankhon me bechaini.
Ek-ek karke sab aa jaate hain —
Rahat, Arti, Anisha… aur saath me Nandita.

Darwaaza band hota hai.
Room bilkul shaant.

Ishaani gehri saans leti hai…
aur bolti hai—

Ishaani (serious tone):
“Jo sach tum sab ko batane wali hoon…
wo Avantika ki zindagi se juda hua hai.”

Sab ki nazrein seedhi Nandita par ja tikti hain.
Nandita apna laptop kholti hai, USB plug karti hai.
Screen on hoti hai.

First video play hota hai.

Ek aadmi camera ke saamne baitha hua,
aankhon me darr, awaaz kaanp rahi hoti hai—

Video me aadmi:
“Raat ko achanak kuch log aaye…
zabardasti ghar khaali karne ke liye…
fake stamp, fake agreement…
humne mana kiya to humein maara-peeta gaya…”

Next clip.
Ek aurat ro rahi hoti hai—

“Hamare bachche andar the…
unka haath pakad ke humein ghar se ghaseet kar nikaala…”

Har video ke saath room ka silence aur bhaari hota jaata hai.
Sabke chehre pe shock, gussa aur dard.

Phir screen par kuch documents open hote hain.
Land papers, agreement scans, signatures, stamp details.

Nandita bolti hai:
“USB me sirf videos nahi hain…
ye papers proof hain ki
Rathod Venture — jo desh ka sabse bada project bola ja raha hai —
asal me illegal hai.
Fake agreements, zabardasti kabza, power ka misuse…”

Pura Behén_Code group jaise jam sa jaata hai.

Arti (dheemi, bharai hui awaaz me):
“Toh yahi hai wo raaz…
jis wajah se Avantika achanak gayab ho gayi…”

Rahat (aankhon me gussa):
“Haan…
aur shayad isi liye
us raat party me Avantika ne humari madad ki thi.
Kyoki wo jaanti thi
yeh sab directly Vicky se juda hua hai.”

Ishaani turant bolti hai:
“Tum sab soch bhi nahi sakte
kitni badi chain hai yeh.
Humein jald se jald
Humera ke ghar ki chhaan-bin karni hogi.
Wahi se sab shuru hua tha.”

Thodi der khamoshi.
Phir Anisha ghabra kar poochti hai—

Anisha:
“Videos me…
kuch pata chala
Avantika ko kahan rakha ja sakta hai?”

Nandita ek aur file open karti hai.
Ek clip jahan background me party ki awaazein hain,
foreign log, glass clinking.

Nandita:
“Ek jagah ka baar-baar mention aaya hai…
jahan Rathod apni secret deals karta hai,
foreign businessmen ke saath parties hoti hain…”

Anisha hairani se poochti hai—
“Kaunsi jagah?”

Nandita screen band karte hue bolti hai—

Nandita (seedhi nazron se dekh kar):
“Rathod ka farmhouse.
Shehar se thoda sa hi bahar.”

Room me ekdum sannata.
Sab ek dusre ka chehra dekhte rehte hain —
jahan darr bhi hai, aur faisla bhi.

Kuch pal baad Arti dheere par pakke andaaz me bolti hai:
“Humein wahan jaakar dekhna hi hoga…
Avantika wahan hai…
ya nahi.”

Sab chup-chaap haan me sir hila dete hain.

Camera dheere-dheere peeche jaata hai…
table ke chaaron taraf baithi
paanch auratein — ek faisle ke saath.

Last shot: Aerial View
Shehar ke upar se camera udata hua
andhere ke beech
ek nayi jang ki shuruaat ka ehsaas deta hai.

Scene fade out.

Next Scene — Arti ki Library | Planning Mode ON


Shaam ka waqt.
Library me halki yellow light, bahar traffic ki dheemi awaaz.
Table ke chaaron taraf Anisha, Rahat, Arti aur Ishaani baithe hue hain.
Table par kuch papers, ek map-type rough sketch aur coffee ke khaali cups.

Sabke chehron par seriousness aur pressure.

Kuch pal tak koi kuch nahi bolta…
sirf clock ki tick-tick awaaz.

Phir Ishaani khamoshi todti hai.

Ishaani:
“Sirf Rathod ke farmhouse tak pahuchna hi kaafi nahi hai…
humein Humera ke ghar bhi jaana hoga.
Ho sakta hai wo ek important link ho.”

Arti turant respond karti hai, thoda practical tone me:
“Time bahut kam hai Ishaani…
isliye ek saath sab kuch possible nahi.
Tum aur Humera, us ki dadi ka ghar check karo.
Aur baaki hum teen
Rathod ke farmhouse me entry ka tareeqa nikalte hain.”

Room me thodi der ke liye phir khamoshi.

Anisha, Rahat aur Ishaani
ek-ek karke haan me gardan hilati hain.

Rahat (serious, focused):
“Farmhouse high security hoga.
Normal entry possible nahi…
humein smart khelna hoga.”

Anisha dheere se bolti hai:
“Aur agar Avantika sach me wahan hui…
toh humein bina delay ke action lena hoga.”

Ishaani Arti ki taraf dekh kar nod karti hai:
“Theek hai.
Main aur Humera, uski dadi ke ghar se jo bhi milega
wo turant tum sab ko update kar dungi.”

Arti table par haath rakh kar ek gehri saans leti hai—

Arti:
“Toh yeh final hai.
Do alag raaste…
par manzil ek hi —
Avantika.”

Camera dheere-dheere unke upar se ghoomta hai.
Chaaro auratein ek dusre ko dekhti hain —
aankhon me darr bhi, aur hausla bhi.

Scene freeze & fade out.

Next Scene — MONTAGE | “Planning in Silence”


1) Arti ka Kitchen

Mixer zor se ghrrrrr karta hai.
Arti haath se mixer ka lid pakde hui hai, aankhein lekin kahin aur —
Rathod ke farmhouse ke khayalon me.

Uske dimag me flashes: ऊँची deewarein… gate… guards… CCTV…

Mixer band hota hai.
Wo ek pal ke liye rukti hai.

Arti (khud se, dheere):
“Gate se jaana impossible hai…
peeche se koi raasta hoga… zaroor hoga…”

Peechhe se maa-ji ki awaaz:
“Arti! Chutney ho gayi ya sapne hi bana rahi ho?”

Arti hichkichate hue mixer dobara chala deti hai.
Par dimaag ab bhi mission mode me hai.


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2) Scene Change — Rahat ka Ghar | Dinner Table

Rahat plate me roti tod rahi hai,
par uski nazar plate par nahi…
floor par bani ek imaginary map par hai.

Imdad sahab kuch keh rahe hote hain,
Rukhsana roti serve kar rahi hoti hain,
Anish mobile me busy…

Rahat sirf mechanical tareeke se “haan… haan…” bol rahi hai.

Uske dimaag me calculation: “Shift change kab hoti hogi?
Guard pichhli side me kitne honge?
Back wall se jump…?”

Anish uske saamne haath hila deta hai.

Anish:
“Apa… khaana thanda ho raha hai.”

Rahat hosh me aati hai.

Rahat (jabardasti muskurate hue):
“Haan… kha rahi hoon…”

Par uska dimag sirf ek jagah atka hai —
Rathod ka farmhouse.


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3) Scene Change — Anisha ka PG | Dinner with Friends

Table par tiffin khule hain.
Uski dost hans-hans kar baatein kar rahi hain.

Friend 1:
“Aaj to canteen ka daal killer tha yaar!”

Friend 2:
“Kal bunk maar ke movie chalein?”

Sab hans rahe hain…
par Anisha sirf chamach ghumaye ja rahi hai.

Uske dimaag me sirf Avantika ka chehra.
Bandh kamra.
Zakhm.
Aur Rathod ka naam.

Friend 1 uske saamne haath lehraati hai.

Friend 1:
“Madam! Zameen par wapas aa jao.”

Anisha halka sa smile karti hai.

Anisha:
“Haan… bas… thak gayi hoon.”

Par andar hi andar wo khud se keh rahi hoti hai—

“Avantika… hum aa rahe hain.”


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4) Scene Change — Ishaani ka Ghar | Akeli, Khamosh

Room me sirf table lamp jal raha hai.
Deewar par uske old photos, modelling shoots.

Ishaani bed par baithi hai,
haath me mobile, par screen off.

Uski aankhon me parents ke jhagde,
apna past,
aur Avantika ka dard — sab mix ho raha hai.

Wo dheere se khud se bolti hai:

Ishaani:
“Sach chahe jitna khatarnak ho…
use bahar aana hi chahiye.”

Wo uth kar window ke paas jaati hai, parde hataati hai.
Bahar andhera hai…
bilkul us raaz ki tarah jisme Avantika phansi hui hai.


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Final Montage Shot

Fast cuts:

Arti ke haath me chaku ruk jaata hai beech me.

Rahat ki roti aadhi tooti reh jaati hai.

Anisha ka chamach plate me girkar awaaz karta hai.

Ishaani ki aankhon me aansu chamak kar ruk jaata hai.


Sab alag-alag jagah…
par soch ek hi:
“Rathod ka farmhouse.”

Background music slow, tense.
Camera dheere-dheere zoom out karta hai.

Cut to black.

Next Update — “Nayi Subah, Naya Raasta”


Scene 1 — Arti ka Ghar | Subah

Subah ki halki dhoop khidki se andar gir rahi hai.
Arti haath me chai ka garam cup liye dining table par baithi hai.
Newspaper khulta hai…
ek-ek page palat’te hue ek headline par uski nazar ruk jaati hai:

“International Entrepreneur Conference 2025 — India to Host Global Business Giants.”

Arti ruk jaati hai.
Wo article dhyaan se padhne lagti hai.
Jaise-jaise wo padh rahi hoti hai,
uske chehre par tension ki jagah dheere-dheere ek halki si muskan aa jaati hai.

Wo newspaper neeche rakhti hai,
ek pal ke liye upar dekhti hai.

Arti (dheere se):
“Thank you…”

Turant wo article ka photo leti hai
aur Behen_Code group me send karti hai.

Message:
“Mil gaya idea…
Be ready.”

Camera Arti ke confident chehre par thahar jaata hai.

Scene cut.


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Scene 2 — Ishaani ka Restaurant | Subah ka Shor

Restaurant usual se thoda zyada busy hai.
Plates ki khanak, kitchen se aati awaazein,
manager ka out-of-mood chehra…

Ishaani baar-baar ghadi dekh rahi hai.
Uske chehre par jaldi aur fikr saaf nazar aa rahi hai.

Wo table saaf karti hai,
orders deliver karti hai,
aur phir manager ke paas jaakar bolti hai:

Ishaani:
“Sir, mujhe do ghante ka half-day chahiye… personal kaam hai.”

Manager thoda sa ghoorta hai,
phir haath hila deta hai.

Manager (thaka hua sa):
“Jaldi wapas aana.”

Ishaani bina waqt gawaaye apron utar kar nikal jaati hai.


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Montage — Ishaani ka Safar

Ishaani tez kadmon se road cross karti hai.

Ek auto pakadti hai.

Shehar ka hustle-bustle – hawkers, traffic, horns.

Auto dheere-dheere Humera ki colony me enter karta hai.

Sadak par bache cricket khel rahe hain.

Do-teen aunties gali ke kone par khade gossip kar rahi hain.

Purani si buildings, tang galiyan — zameen se judi hui zindagi.


Auto rukta hai.

Ishaani paise deti hai,
auto mud kar chala jaata hai.

Wo thoda sa saans leti hai,
phir Humera ke ghar ke saamne jaakar bell bajaati hai.

Ring… Ring…

Kuch pal ki khamoshi.

Phir darwaza khulta hai.

Samne Humera khadi hoti hai.
Aankhon me thakan hai, par Ishaani ko dekhte hi uske chehre par
ek halki si relief wali smile aa jaati hai.

Humera:
“Ishaani… tum?”

Ishaani (slow smile ke saath):
“Haan… andar aa sakti hoon?”

Humera bina kuch kahe side ho jaati hai.
Ishaani ghar ke andar kadam rakhti hai.

Camera dheere-dheere peakar ghar ke andhere hallway me dissolve hota hai…

Cut.


Next Scene — Anushka ka Office | Dopahar ka Sannata

Office ka waqt chal raha hai, lekin Anushka ke cabin me ek ajeeb si khamoshi hai.
AC ki halki si awaaz…
Desktop par files bikhri hui…
Aur Anushka apni kursi par seedhi baithi, aankhon me ek teekhi si alertness.

Wo apna mobile uthati hai
aur Peon Dinesh ko call lagati hai.

Ring… Ring…

Dinesh (phone par):
“Ji madam…”

Anushka (seedhi awaaz me):
“Dinesh, jo notice board par meri meeting ka notice lagaya tha…
uske baare me kisi ne kuch pucha ya reaction diya?”

Dusri taraf kuch pal ki khamoshi.

Dinesh:
“Nahi madam… abhi tak kisi ne kuch bhi nahi pucha. Sab normal hi lag raha hai.”

Anushka khidki ke bahar dekhte hue dheere se bolti hai:

Anushka:
“Achha… theek hai.
Agar koi bhi us notice ke baare me kuch puche…
chahe woh koi bhi ho…
mujhe turant batana.”

Dinesh:
“Ji madam, turant.”

Anushka bina aur kuch kahe phone cut kar deti hai.

Wo apni chair se uth kar khidki ke paas jaakar khadi ho jaati hai.
Neeche log aa-ja rahe hain… sab apni-apni zindagi me masroof.

Uski band aankhein kuch pal ke liye bheench jaati hain.
Sir par bandage ke neeche ab bhi wo chot ki jalan zinda hai.

Anushka (mann me, dheere se):
“Tum jo bhi ho…
jisne bhi mujhe nishana banaya hai…
tum aaoge…
zaroor aaoge…”

Wo dheere se apni ungliyon ko mutthi me band karti hai.
Aankhon me darr nahi,
bas ek khamosh intezaar aur tayyari.

Camera uske reflection par freeze hota hai — glass window me uska saaya dohra ho jata hai.

Scene Cut.

Agla Scene — Humera ka Ghar | Dopahar


Chhota sa, saaf-suthra ghar…
deewaron par purani tasveerein…
aur kamre me ek ajeeb si khamoshi.

Ishani apna bag table par rakhti hai,
USB nikaal kar Humera ke haath me deti hai.

Ishani (gehri awaaz me):
“Is USB me Avantika ke sting videos hain…
illegal eviction, fake agreement, maar-peet…
sab kuch Rathod Ventures se juda hua.”

Humera USB ko jaise pehli baar mehsoos kar rahi ho,
uski aankhein dheere dheere badi ho jaati hain.

Humera (shock me):
“Ishani… mujhe… mujhe is sab ke baare me kuch bhi nahi maloom…
Mujhe to yeh bhi nahi pata tha ki meri dadi kisi agreement ka hissa thi…”

Wo ek pal ruk kar, Ishani ki taraf dekh kar bolti hai:

“Par main tumhari madad zaroor karungi.
Jo bhi sach hai… usse saamne laana hi hoga.”

Ishani uski aankhon me sachchai dekh kar
halki si nod karti hai.


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Talashi Shuru Hoti Hai

Dono drawing room se shuru karti hain.

Puraane sofa, ek purani si almari…
kuch kagaz, bills… lekin kuch bhi suspicious nahi.

Bedroom.
Bed ke niche… almari ke drawer…
purani dawaaiyan, kapde…
par koi secret kagaz, koi hidden file — kuch nahi.

Living Room.
Deewaar par ghadi,
TV ke niche old magazines…
sab normal.

Bas ek jagah…
deewaar par laga hua ek notice.

Ishani dheere se use utarti hai.
Wahi “Ghar Khali Karne ka Sarkari Notice.”

Ishani use dekhte hue bolti hai:

Ishani:
“Yaha to… bas yahi hai.
Aur kuch bhi nahi.”

Humera us notice ko dekh kar
thoda sa bechain ho jaati hai.

Humera:
“Yeh ghar piche se… jungle ke bilkul paas hai, Ishani.”

Ishani choonk kar uski taraf dekhti hai.

Ishani (questioning look me):
“Jungle?”

Humera:
“Colony ke end se thoda aage jaate hi
seedha jungle shuru ho jaata hai…”

Ek pal ke liye dono ke beech khamoshi chha jaati hai.
Hawa ka halkasa jhonka parde ko hila deta hai.

Ishani ki aankhon me ek naya doubt ubharta hai.

Humera dheere se:
“Kyon na… padosiyon se hi pucha jaye?
Shayad unhe kuch pata ho…”

Ishani bina ek shabd kahe
sir hila deti hai — haan me.


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Neighbour ke Ghar ki Taraf

Dono ghar se bahar nikalti hain.

Gali me dopahar ki dhoop…
do-teen log charpai par baithe hue…
bachche khelte hue…

Humera samne wale ghar ke darwaaze ki bell bajati hai.

Bell… Ting-Tong…

Ishani us darwaaze ke saamne khadi,
mann me sirf ek hi sawaal:

“Avantika kaha hai… aur yeh jungle is kahani me kaha judta hai?”

Scene Cut.

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Update 43




Agla Scene — Rahat | Planning Mode ON

Rahat apna laptop khol kar bed par baithi hoti hai.
Screen par ek hi headline baar-baar scroll ho rahi hoti hai:

“International Entrepreneur Conference 2025 — Grand Elite Gathering.”

Wo details open karti hai… venue… guest list… sponsors…
Aur phir ek line par uski nazar jaa kar tik jaati hai:

“Hospitality Partners: City ke Top Hotels & Restaurants.”

Rahat ki aankhon me ek chamak aa jaati hai.

Wo aur deep search karti hai.
Ek aur page open hota hai:

“Waiter & Service Staff Recruitment for Conference Parties.”
Temporary staff… night shifts… private lounges…

Rahat dheere se bolti hai:

Rahat (khud se):
“Matlab sirf VIPs hi nahi…
waiters bhi andar ja sakte hain…”

Wo samajh jaati hai —
andar ghusne ka rasta mil gaya hai.

Turant wo phone uthati hai aur Ishani ko call karti hai.

? Ring… Ring…

Koi response nahi.

Rahat fir se try karti hai.

? Ring… Ring…

Is baar bhi call cut ho jaata hai.

Rahat ka chehra thoda sa irritate ho jaata hai.

Rahat:
“Yaha itni badi baat ho rahi hai
aur madam kahin aur busy hain…”

Wo phone haath me ghumate hue
gehri saans leti hai.

Rahat (determined):
“Koi baat nahi…
yaan tak ka raasta to mil gaya.”

Camera uske focused chehre par freeze hota hai.

Scene Cut.

Agla Scene — Humera ki Colony | Dar ke Saaye Mein Sach


Ishani aur Humera pados ke ek purane se ghar me enter karti hain.
Andar ek choti si bachi floor par baithi khilone se khel rahi hoti hai,
aur ek budhi aurat kone me charpai par baithi hoti hai.

Ghar me ajeeb si khamoshi.

Ishani pyar bhare lehje me aage badh kar bolti hai—

Ishani:
“Amma… main aapse kuch pooch sakti hoon?”

Budhi aurat sir jhukaye baithi rehti hai, bas apni ungliyon ko aapas me ghumati rehti hai.

Ishani dheere se paas baith jaati hai.

Ishani:
“Amma, kya aapko yaad hai…
wo log kaun they jo yahan ghar khali karwane aaye they?
Jo aap sabko notice de gaye they?”

Budhi aurat ek pal ko Ishani ki taraf dekhti hai,
phir nazar jhuka leti hai…
uski aankhon me khauff saaf dikhai deta hai.

Wo kuch kehna chahti hai…
lekin honth kampkampa kar band ho jaate hain.

Choti bachi apni dadi ka haath pakad leti hai.

Ishani uski chuppi samajhne ki koshish karti hai,
aur apna tone aur bhi naram kar leti hai—

Ishani:
“Dekhiye amma… hum security officer wale nahi hain…
na hi kisi ko pareshan karne aaye hain…
bas sach jaan na chahte hain…”

Budhi aurat ka chehra aur bhi zyada sukh jaata hai.
Wo dheere se sir hila kar mana kar deti hai.

Ek shabd bhi nahi.

Is par Humera aage aati hai—

Humera (Ishani se dheere):
“Chhodo Ishani… yeh kuch nahi bolengi…
chalo kisi aur ghar me try karte hain.”

Ishani ek aakhri baar budhi aurat ko dekhti hai—
jaise keh rahi ho “agar himmat ho to…”
phir dono chupchaap ghar se bahar aa jaati hain.


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Montage Scene — Colony Ki Diwaaren, Logon Ke Band Darwaaze

— Ishani aur Humera ek ke baad ek ghar ke darwaze khatkhata rahi hain.
— Har jagah wahi sawal, wahi khamoshi.
— Kahin se sirf “hum kuch nahi jaante” sunai deta hai…
— Kahin par auratein dar ke maare darwaza zor se band kar deti hain.
— Ek ghar se gusse me awaaz aati hai:
“Humein jeene do! Apna raasta dekho!”

Ab dono gali me khadi aurton se bhi pooch rahi hoti hain.

Ishani:
“Didiyon… kuch to pata hoga na…
kisne dhamki di, kisne notice thamaaya…”

Lekin sab apni nazrein chura leti hain.
Koi kaam me lag jaati hai,
koi bache ko utha kar wahan se hat jaati hai,
koi bas keh deti hai—

“Humein kuch nahi maloom.”

Gali ka mahaul bhari aur bojhal ho jaata hai.

Ishani ka chehra thak chuka hota hai.
Uski aankhon me nirasha saaf dikhai deti hai.

Wo dheere se bolti hai—

Ishani:
“Yahan sab jaante hain…
par koi bolne ko tayaar nahi…”

Humera uske paas aakar uske kandhe par haath rakhti hai.

Humera:
“Chalo Ishani…
yahan kisi me itni himmat nahi hai…”

Dono wahan se chalne lagti hain.

Ishani ek baar piche mudh kar poori gali ko dekhti hai—
jaise har deewar koi raaz chhupa rahi ho.

Tabhi…

Peeche se ek tez, ghabraayi hui awaaz aati hai—

Aurat ki awaaz:
“Rukoooo…!”

Ishani aur Humera achanak ruk jaati hain.
Dono ek saath piche mudhti hain—

Camera freeze hota hai.

Scene Cut.

Agla Scene — Anisha ka College | Shaam ka Waqt


Bell zor se bajti hai— Trinnnnnggg!

Class end hoti hai aur saare students ek saath corridor aur stairs ki taraf nikal padte hain.
Poora mahaul shor, haste-bolte chehron aur bheed se bhar jaata hai.

Usi bheed me Anisha bhi dikhti hai—
denim jacket, fitting blue jeans, aankhon par spectacles, baal thode messy.
Wo dheere-dheere bheed se nikalte hue college ki stairs ki taraf badhne lagti hai.

Tabhi piche se ek awaaz—

“O hello!”

Anisha ruk kar mudh kar dekhti hai— Kabeer.
Wo muskurate hue uski taraf aata hai.

Kabeer:
“Kya madam… itni jaldi me kahaan ja rahi ho?”

Anisha nazar jhukaye hue chalti rehti hai.
Kabeer halka sa daud kar uske barabar aa jaata hai aur dono saath-saath chalne lagte hain.

Kuch pal ki khamoshi ke baad Kabeer poochta hai—

Kabeer:
“Kya hua? Aaj aise chup-chup aur pareshan kyun ho?”

Anisha kuch der chup rehti hai,
phir dheere se bolti hai—

Anisha:
“Kuch nahi yaar…
bas yahi soch rahi thi ki…
kya hamesha sab kuch aise hi chalta rahega is desh me?”

Kabeer uski taraf dekhta rehta hai.

Anisha (thoda teekhe dard ke saath):
“Jo innocent hota hai use hamesha keemat chukaani padti hai…
jo bahadur hota hai use hamesha dara ke rakha jaata hai…”

Kabeer kuch nahi bolta.
Wo bas uska chehra dekhta rehta hai.

Anisha ruk kar kehti hai—

Anisha:
“Forget it…”

Aur phir wo aage badh jaati hai.

Kabeer do kadam rukta hai,
phir fir se uske paas aata hai—

Kabeer:
“Achha… sach batao…
itna sab kyun soch rahi ho?”

Anisha thoda hesitate karti hai,
phir bol deti hai—

Anisha:
“Pata chala hai ki ek farmhouse me koi party hone wali hai…
aur humein shak hai ki Avantika ko wahi rakha gaya hai…
lekin problem yeh hai ki us party me entry ka koi raasta nahi mil raha…”

Kabeer kuch kadam chal kar ruk jaata hai.
Uske chehre par soch ka shadow aa jaata hai.

Anisha usse aage nikal kar chalne lagti hai.

Tabhi piche se Kabeer ki awaaz aati hai—

Kabeer:
“Ek raasta ho sakta hai…”

Anisha ke kadamm achanak ruk jaate hain.
Wo dheere se piche mudhne lagti hai…

Camera uske ruke hue footsteps par freeze hota hai.

Scene Cut.

Agla Scene — Arti ki Library | Dopahar ka Waqt


Library me halki si shaanti thi.
Sirf panno ke palatne ki awaaz aur bahar se aati halki traffic ki gungunahat.

Arti apni table par baithi thi—
pen kaan ke upar atka hua, baal thode bikhre, aankhen sharp, jaise kisi gehri calculation me ho.
Wo register ke page par kuch lines kheenchti, phir unhe kaat deti…
phir khud se hi halki awaaz me bolti—

Arti (mann hi mann):
“Security… entry… disguise… timing…”

Tabhi library ka darwaza khulta hai.

Rahat enter hoti hai.
Wo door se hi Arti ko dekhti hai—
jo khud se baatein kar rahi hoti hai, aur duniya se totally cut off lag rahi hoti hai.

Rahat ko yeh scene thoda strange lagta hai.
Wo dheere se chal kar Arti ke paas jaati hai.
Arti use dekhti tak nahi… apni soch me doobi rehti hai.

Rahat table par ek packet rakhti hai,
phir Arti ke saamne wali kursi par baitth jaati hai.

Packet se kachori nikal kar, ek plate me Arti ko serve karti hai.
Arti tab bhi react nahi karti.

Rahat apni plate set karti hai—
kachori + chutney—
aur bina kuch kahe khana shuru kar deti hai.

Pehla bite le kar wo Arti ko dekhti hai…

Koi response nahi.

Doosra bite… phir bhi kuch nahi.

Aakhir wo kachori chabate hue Arti ke shoulder ko zor se hila deti hai—

Rahat:
“Artttiiiii…!”

Arti poori tarah se chonk jaati hai,
jaise kisi nind se jagi ho.
Wo ghoom kar Rahat ko dekhti hai—

Arti:
“Kya hai kameeni!”

Rahat aankhen sikod kar bolti hai—

Rahat:
“Tujhe kya ho gaya hai?
Itni der se aa gayi hoon…
tere liye kachori laayi, plate serve ki…
aur madam kis duniya me khoi hui hai!”

Arti seedhi baithte hue bolti hai—

Arti:
“Haan, mujhe pata hai tu aa gayi thi…”

Wo shant andaaz me kachori ka ek bite leti hai.

Rahat use ghoor kar dekhti hai…
phir khud bhi chupchaap khane lagti hai.

Room me takreeban do minute ka complete silence.
Sirf kachori ke bite aur chutney ki halki si awaaz.

Phir Rahat,
ab bhi khate hue, casually bolti hai—

Rahat:
“Raasta mil gaya…”

Arti ki nazrein wahi ruk jaati hain.
Wo turant poochti hai—

Arti:
“Kaunsa raasta?”

Rahat ek halki si mischievous smile ke saath apna phone uske saamne rakhti hai—

Rahat:
“Yeh dekh…”

Screen par article open hota hai—
International Entrepreneur Conference ke liye party staff aur waiters appoint ho rahe hain.

Arti phone haath me le kar dhyaan se article padhti hai.
Phir bolti hai—

Arti:
“Hmm… haan yaar… yahaan saaf likha hai ki waiters hire ho rahe hain…”

Rahat turant uski baat kaat kar bolti hai—

Rahat (teekhi smile ke saath):
“Aur ek sundar, sexy waiter to apne paas pehle se hi hai…
Ishani.”

Arti ke chehre par devilish smile aa jaati hai.

Rahat sigh karte hue bolti hai—

Rahat:
“Bas us waiter se baat hi nahi ho pa rahi…
Subah se kam se kam paanch baar call try kar chuki hoon…
madam call pick hi nahi kar rahi hai.”

Arti shant andaaz me bolti hai—

Arti:
“Maybe wo aaj bahut busy hai…”

Rahat eyebrows utha kar—

Rahat:
“Itna busy?”

Tabhi Arti ka phone zor se ring karta hai.

Wo phone uthati hai—
Screen par naam flash hota hai: “ISHANI”

Arti aur Rahat ek dusre ko ek saath dekhte hain.

Phone abhi bhi ring ho raha hota hai…

Camera slowly Arti ke phone screen par zoom karta hai.

Scene Freeze.

Agla Scene — Anushka ka Bank | Afternoon Shift


Bank ka floor usual tarah se busy tha —
keyboard ki tapping, printer ki awaaz, aur customers ki halki-halki baatein.

Anushka apni chair par baithi thi,
computer screen par kisi client ka data check karte hue
aur saath-hi-saath phone ko shoulder aur kaan ke beech daba kar baat kar rahi thi.

Uski awaaz professional thi, lekin tone me samajh aur empathy bhi—

Anushka:
“Yeahh… yeahh, Mrs. Singh…
Haan, main jaanti hoon ki aapki shaadi kin circumstances me hui hai…
pehle woh saare incidents… aur upar se interfaith marriage…
I understand ki aapko kya-kya jhelna pada hoga…”

Wo screen par details scroll karti ja rahi thi.

Anushka:
“Of course, we care about our customers…
lekin aap bhi samajhiye, hum itni jaldi policy end nahi kar sakte…
yeah… yeah…”

Wo thoda ruk kar file me ek entry check karti hai.

Anushka:
“Mr. Singh se meri baat ho chuki hai…
yes, yes…”

Phir halki si thakaan ke saath—

Anushka:
“Theek hai, main check karungi
agar kuch ho paata hai to main aapko update kar dungi…”

Phone cut ho jata hai.

Anushka chair par thoda peeche hoti hai,
ek gehri saans leti hai aur halke gusse me badbadati hai—

Anushka (khud se):
“Kya ho gaya hai in logon ko…
agar interfaith marriage ki to samaj ka kaunsa bhala-bigaar diya hai?
Surname Qureshi se Singh hi to lagaya hai…”

Wo keyboard par phir se ungliyan chalane lagti hai.

Anushka (mann hi mann, thoda sarcastic):
“Ab in logon ke lafde suljhaun…
ya kisi killer se apni zindagi bachaun…”

Wo halka sa muskurati hai,
jaise apni hi kismat par hasti ho,
aur phir se poori tarah apne kaam me doob jaati hai.

Computer screen par data scroll hota rehta hai…
bank ki awaazon ke beech Anushka apni duniya me kaam karti rehti hai.

Scene End.

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Update 44




Next Update — Same Evening | Arti ki Library

Shaam ka halka sa andhera library ki khidkiyon se andar ghus raha tha.
Tube-light ki safed roshni me bookshelves ki parchaiyaan lambi ho rahi thi.

Ishani, Arti aur Rahat library me saath baithe the.

Ishani bilkul chupchap, jaise kisi gehre shock me ho.
Uski aankhen saamne vacant si,
haath ghutno par bandhe hue.

Rahat aur Arti dono use ektak dekhe ja rahe the.
Unki nazrein sawalon se bhari hui thi,
lekin Ishani khamosh thi.

Kuch pal ki khamoshi ke baad—

Rahat (tension me):
“Ab aage kuch batayegi bhi…
ya sirf aise hi patthar bani baithi rahegi?”

Rahat aur Arti dono ke eyebrows sikud jaate hain.
Library ka maahaul heavy ho jaata hai.

Ishani dheere se unki taraf dekhti hai—
pehle Rahat, phir Arti…
Uski aankhon me dar bhi tha, gussa bhi… aur sach ka bojh bhi.

Wo gehri saans leti hai…

Ishani:
“Tum dono tayyaar ho jo main batane wali hoon…
kyunki jo maine aaj dekha aur suna…
wo humari soch se kahin zyada khatarnak hai…”


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Montage Start

— Ishani aur Humera ghar ko andar-bahar check karte hue
Bedroom… drawing room… kitchen…
Har jagah sirf agreement aur ghar khali karne ka notice.

— Humera: “Humein padosiyon se poochna chahiye…”

— Ishani har padosi ke ghar jaati hai
Har jagah same dar…
koi darwaza band karta hai,
koi bolna hi nahi chahta.

— Kuch auratein to seedhe mana kar deti hain
“Hum kuch nahi jaante…”

— Ishani aur Humera thak kar wapas mudne lagti hain
unki umeed toot chuki hoti hai.

— Tabhi sadak ke kinare se ek budhi awaaz
“Rukooooo… beti…”

— Ishani palat kar dekhti hai…
Sadak ke kone me khadi ek budhi amma, kaanpti hui.

— Ishani uske paas jaati hai…


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Budhi Amma ka Sach

Budhi Amma (dheemi par kaanpti awaaz):
“Beti… humari yeh basti jungle ke paas hai…
Aur jungle ki zameen sarkar ke hawale hai…”

“Rathod yahan ek mega project chalana chahta hai…
wo jungle hata kar yahan smart city banana chahta hai…”

“Par humari basti…
uske raaste ki sabse badi rukawat thi.”

“Isliye usne fake kaagaz banwa kar
hum sab ko zameen se nikaalne ka plan banaya…”

Budhi amma Humera ki taraf dekhti hai…

“Tumhari dadi…
wo akeli thi jo in logon ke saamne khadi hui thi.”

“Tumhari dadi hi sabki awaaz bani…
puri basti tumhari dadi ke saath thi…”

Budhi amma ki aankhen bhar aati hain—

“Jaise hi tumhari dadi ka accident hua…
sab darr gaye…
aur kisi me bolne ki himmat nahi rahi…”

“Main bhi tumhari dadi ke saath
un gundo se lad rahi thi…”

Amma ki awaaz aur kaanpti hai—

“Yeh log bahut khatarnak hain beti…
maar-peet, julm…
aur yahan tak ki hamari bachiyon ke saath gandi harkatein…”

“Pichli baar…
in gundo ne basti ki ek ladki ko utha liya tha…”

“Wo ladki aaj tak nahi mili…”

Budhi amma kaanpti hui Humera ke haath pakad leti hai—

“Beti… tum log yahan se chale jao…
Humera… tum bhi in sab me mat pado…”

“Apne maa-baap ke paas chali jaa…
yeh log bahut zyada khatarnak hain…”


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Montage End

Library me wapas—

Ishani chup ho jaati hai.

Rahat aur Arti ki aankhen fat ki fat reh jaati hain.
Dono itne tension me hote hain
ki saamne rakha pani ka pura jug khali kar dete hain.

Kuch pal ki bhari khamoshi…

Phir Ishani bolti hai—

Ishani:
“Yahi hai is poore game ki asli haqiqat…”

Arti ka gala sukha hua—

Arti:
“It’s unbelievable…
yeh sab khule aam ho raha hai…
aur kisi ko kuch pata hi nahi?”

Ishani ki awaaz aur bhaari ho jaati hai—

Ishani:
“Avantika ko yeh sab sach maloom chal chuka tha…
isliye use bhi raaste se hata diya gaya…”

“Usi ko mujrim bana diya gaya…”

Yeh sunkar
Rahat aur Arti ek-dusre ka chehra dekhne lag jaate hain…

Un dono ki aankhon me
dar bhi hai…
aur faisla bhi ubharne lagta hai…

Scene Heavy Silence Me Freeze.

Next Scene — Late Evening | Anisha ka Hostel


Hostel corridor me halki si peeli light jal rahi thi.
Kamron se aati hansi-mazaak ki awaazein,
kahin koi gaana chala raha tha,
kahin koi exam ki complaint kar raha tha.

Anisha apne bed par baithi thi,
bagal me notebook khuli hui,
lekin nazrein us par thami hui nahi thi—
uska dimaag kahin aur uljha tha.

Tabhi phone ring karta hai.
Screen par naam flash hota hai — Kabeer.

Anisha call pick karti hai.

Kabeer (phone par, tease karte hue):
“ kya dost…
kya socha maine jo plan bataya uske baare me?”

Anisha (turant):
“Bilkul bhi nahi!
Itna ganda plan koi kaise bana sakta hai…
hum do minute me pakde jayenge!”

Kabeer (confidence ke saath):
“Do minute me kaise?
kisi ko thodi na sachai maloom hai…”

Anisha chup ho jaati hai.
Wo bed par pehle pehle phone ko ghoorti rehti hai,
phir chhat ki taraf…
jaise mann me koi jung chal rahi ho.

Kuch pal baad—

Anisha:
“ Tune apni gang se poocha…
ki unke paas koi aur idea aaya ya nahi?”

Kabeer kuch second rukta hai.

Kabeer:
“Dekh… maan meri baat…
humare paas zyada waqt nahi hai…”

“ Mujhe aage bhi baat karni hogi…”

Anisha gehri saans leti hai.
Uski ungliyaan phone ke edges ko zor se pakad leti hain.

Kuch pal baad, dheemi awaaz me—

Anisha:
“…Okay.”

Phir thoda sa ruk kar—

Anisha:
“Theek hai…
I’m ready.”

Dusri taraf kuch second ka sannata…
phir Kabeer khushi me chilta hai:

Kabeer:
“Yesssss! Yesssss!”

Anisha bhadak uthti hai—

Anisha (taunt me):
“Itna bhi khush hone ki zarurat nahi hai!
Hum sirf natak kar rahe hain, yaad rakhna!”

Kabeer (haste hue):
“Haan haan, theek hai…
chal, aage baat karta hoon.”

Call cut ho jaata hai.

Anisha phone ko dheere se bed par rakh deti hai.
Uski aankhon me dar bhi hai…
aur kahin na kahin ek majboor sa hausla bhi.

Camera uske chehre par rukta hai…
Late evening ki khamoshi phir se hostel me fail jaati hai.

SceneEnd.


Same Night | Parallel Scene — Arti ka Kitchen & Rahat ka Room

Raat ka sannata ghar me phail chuka tha.
Kitchen me sirf gas ki halki si “sssss” ki awaaz aa rahi thi.
Arti chulhe ke paas khadi thi,
haath me chamcha,
lekin nazrein khaali…
dimaag abhi bhi Avantika ke sach me atka hua.

Tabhi phone vibrate karta hai.
Screen par naam chamakta hai — Rahat.

Arti call pick karti hai.

Split Screen Feel:
Ek taraf Arti — kitchen ki safed roshni me.
Dusri taraf Rahat — apne room me, bed par baithi,
deewar par padti streetlight ki roshni ke saaye.


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Rahat (serious tone me):
“Kya socha, kaptan…
koi idea ki aage kya karna hai?”

Arti gehri saans leti hai.

Arti (thaki hui awaaz me):
“Nahi yaar…
kuch bhi nahi…
itni khaufnaak sachai sun kar abhi bhi mann hila hua hai.”

Kitchen ke slab par rakha cup Arti ke haath se thoda sa hiltā hai.
Wo use sambhal leti hai.

Rahat:
“Humne Ishani ko bata to diya na
ki uske restaurant ki help lagegi…
kya wo manage kar legi?”

Arti (uljhan me):
“Pata nahi yaar…
yeh mamla ab itna bada ho chuka hai
ki kuch bhi saaf nazar nahi aa raha…”

Rahat bed par seedhi hokar baith jaati hai.
Uski awaaz me ab ghabrahat ghul jaati hai.

Rahat:
“Haan… baat to tune sahi ki…
lekin humein jaldi kuch final karna hoga,
zyada waqt nahi hai humare paas…”

Thoda sa ruk kar, dheemi awaaz me—

Rahat:
“Kya pata…
humein sach me Avantika waha mil jaye…”

Arti ki aankhein bhar aati hain.
Wo bina kuch bole, bas halki si gardan hilaati hai.

Arti (dheere se):
“Hmmm…”

Wo call cut kar deti hai.

Kitchen me phir se khamoshi cha jaati hai.
Gas ki awaaz…
aur Arti ke mann me chal raha toofan.

Camera dheere-dheere fade out hota hai.

Scene End.

Next Scene — Rathod Farmhouse | Underground Room


Andheri si subah…
ya shayad din ya raat ka koi hissa —
Avantika khud bhi ab farq mehsoos karna chhod chuki thi.

Wo jaise neend se hichki le kar jaagi ho.
Aankhein bojhal,
jism pathra sa chuka tha.
Badan me ab pehle jaisi taqat nahi rahi thi.
Yahan na uska dil lagta tha,
na hi uska jism khane ko qabu karta tha.

Wo dheere-dheere bed se uthti hai.
Pair zameen par padte hi ladkhada jaate hain,
phir wo khud ko sambhalte hue room me ghoomti hai.

Use ab poori tarah se ehsaas tha —
use underground ke kisi band room me shift kar diya gaya hai.
Na koi khidki,
na koi hawa,
sirf deewaron ka bojh.

Paas hi pada paani ka glass wo uthati hai
aur thoda sa paani apne chehre par maar leti hai.
Thandak ka ek jhatka sa lagta hai,
lekin dimag ka bojh halka nahi hota.

Itne dino se is farmhouse me qaid reh kar
uski soch bhi thak chuki thi.
Kapdon se badbu si aane lagi thi,
aur uske baal
sookh kar sakht, be-jaan se ho chuke the.

Wo ek deewar ke sahare lag kar khadi hoti hai,
aur lambi-lambi saansein lene lagti hai
jaise har saans ke saath zinda rehne ki koshish kar rahi ho.

Achaanak wo darwaze ke paas jaati hai.
Apni puri taqat jod kar wo darwaza zor-zor se peetti hai.

Avantika (rote hue, cheekhte hue):
“Mujhe yaha se jaane do…
mai ne koi gunah nahi kiya…
mujhe chhod do… please…”

Uski awaaz band kamre ki deewaron se takra kar laut aati hai.
Lekin bahar se koi jawaab nahi.
Na koi kadam ki aahat,
na koi awaaz…
sirf sannaata.

Wo aur zor se darwaza peet-ti hai,
phir dheere-dheere
uski taqat jawab de jaati hai.

Thak haar kar
wo wahi darwaze ke paas hi zameen par phisal kar gir jaati hai.

Ghutnon ko seene se laga kar
wo phoot-phoot kar rone lagti hai.
Apni kismat par,
apni haalat par,
apni be-basi par.

Aankhon se aansoo behte rehte hain,
aur kamra bas khamoshi me uska dard sunta rehta hai.

Camera dheere se upar uthta hai —
band darwaza…
zameen par bikhri Avantika…
aur bhari hui khamoshi.

Scene Fade Out.


Next Scene — Agli Subah | Restaurant | Manager Cabin

Subah ka waqt…
Restaurant abhi poori tarah se rush me nahi aaya tha.
Kitchen se bartano ki awaaz,
waiters ki halki-si bhag-daud —
sab apni jagah par tha.

Camera corridor ke end se manager cabin ko frame karta hai.
Glass ke us paar
Ishani aur Manager aamne-saamne khade dikhte hain.

Dono ke beech tez behes chal rahi hoti hai.
Ishani ke haath hawa me uth rahe hote hain,
jaise wo kisi baat par zor de rahi ho.
Manager bhi utna hi gusse me lag raha hota hai,
kabhi desk par haath patakta,
kabhi file uthata.

Sound muted hai —
sirf lip movement…
sirf expressions.

Argument dheere-dheere peak par pahuchta hai…

Phir achaanak
Manager gusse me apna haath apne maathay par rakh leta hai,
jaise wo thak kar haar maan raha ho.

Usi pal
Ishani ke chehre par ek halki si jeeti hui muskaan aa jaati hai.

Wo dheere se kuch bolti hai —
lip sync: “Thank you, sir.”

Manager bezari me sir hila deta hai.

Ishani cabin ka door khol kar bahar nikal aati hai.
Uske chehre par ab bhi ek halki confident smile hai.

Wo turant apna phone uthati hai
aur Arti ko message send karti hai:

> “Done. Kaam ho gaya.”



Message send karte hi
Ishani ek gehri saans leti hai,
phir apna apron theek karti hai
aur waapas restaurant ke floor par apni daily duty me lag jaati hai.

Camera usse tables ke beech move karte hue follow karta hai…
jaise kuch bada quietly set ho chuka ho.

Scene Fade Out.

Agla Scene — Arti ki Library | Shaam ke Kareeb


Library me shaant sa mahaul tha.
Sirf register ke pages palatne ki awaaz aur deewar par lagi ghadi ki tick-tick…

Arti register me entries kar rahi thi, chashma naak par tika hua, pen tez chal raha tha.

Tabhi
darwaza khulta hai…

Anisha andar aati hai
seedha chal kar Arti ke saamne waali kursi par baith jaati hai.

Arti nazar uthakar use dekhti hai,
ek halki si pyaari muskaan deti hai,
phir bina kuch pooche wapas register me lag jaati hai.

Anisha thoda sa ruk kar,
phir dheemi awaaz me—

Anisha:
“Arti di… mujhe rasta mil gaya hai farmhouse me enter hone ka.”

Arti ka pen ruk jaata hai.
Wo dheere se nazar upar uthati hai…

Arti:
“Acha? Kya rasta mila hai, Anisha?”

Anisha ek gehri saans leti hai…
phir bolna shuru karti hai—


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FLASHBACK — College ki Stairs

Students ki bhid, shor, haste-cheekhte chehre…
Stairs ke paas Kabeer khada hota hai.

Peeche se awaz deta hai—

Kabeer:
“Ek rasta ho sakta hai…”

Anisha turant ruk jaati hai.
Palat kar uske paas aati hai,
thoda annoyed tone me—

Anisha:
“Acha? Kya hai rasta?”

Kabeer thoda soch kar bolta hai—

Kabeer:
“Main apne uncle se baat karke entry dilwa sakta hoon…
lekin uske liye mujhe ek bahana chahiye hoga.”

Anisha:
“Kaisa bahana?”

Kabeer:
“Ye jo multinational business conference ho rahi hai…
ye technically ek government-level event hai…
bas venue Rathod ka farmhouse hai.”

Anisha use ghur kar dekhti hai—
“Haan to?”

Kabeer halki si smile ke saath—

Kabeer:
“Main uncle se yeh bolunga
ki meri girlfriend Anisha
is conference ko attend karna chahti hai…
kyunki wo bhi future me entrepreneur banna chahti hai.”


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FLASHBACK END — Library

Arti ke muh se achanak nikalta hai—

Arti:
“Whattttt?!”

Anisha bhi hans kar bolti hai—

Anisha:
“Haan Arti di… bilkul isi tarah maine bhi react kiya tha.”

Arti ke hothon se hansi phoot padti hai.
Wo apna sar hila kar bolti hai—

Arti:
“Kabeer bhi na… full dramatic hero nikla.”

Anisha phir serious ho kar—

Anisha:
“Wo entry arrange kar lega…
aur main farmhouse ke andar pahunch jaungi.”

Arti khushi se uski taraf dekhti hai—

Arti:
“Great, Anisha… tumne kamaal kar diya.”

Phir Arti ka chehra serious ho jaata hai.
Wo Ishani se mili saari sachchai Anisha ko bata deti hai—
Rathod ke illegal kaam,
basti ka sach,
Avantika ka gaayab hona…

Aur aakhir me—

Arti:
“Rahat ne bhi ek rasta nikaala hai…
Ishani aur Rahat waiter banke farmhouse me enter karengi.”

Ye sab sun kar
Anisha ka chehra ekdum kathor ho jaata hai.

Uski aankhon me gussa, dard aur zid ek saath—

Anisha:
“Chahe kuch bhi ho Arti di…
hum Avantika ko wahan se zaroor bahar nikaal kar rahenge.”

Arti use gaur se dekhti hai…
phir uske chehre par bhi ek confident muskaan aa jaati hai.

Arti (dheere se):
“Ab bas intezaar hai…
us business conference ka.”

Camera dheere-dheere
library ke shant mahaul se nikal kar
un dono ke drdh sankalp bhare chehron par atak jaata hai.

Scene Fade Out.

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Update 45



Scene — Party Day (Rathod Farmhouse)
(Cinematic, detailed exactly as your style)


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EXT. RATHOD FARMHOUSE – AERIAL SHOT – EVENING

Drone-style shot.
Ek massive farmhouse dikhai deta hai —

Hara-bhara bada lawn, jisme lambe-lambe ped shadow create kar rahe hain.

Beech me ek shandar white bungalow, colonial architecture wala.

Side me blue-tiled swimming pool, jiske aas-paas fancy lanterns jagmagane lage hain.

Doori par polo ka ground, jahaan kuch foreign guests practice dekh rahe hain.

Ek corner par luxe horse stable jisme imported ghode — Arabian, Mustang, Friesian — sab khade hain.

Gate par 10–15 constables + officers tight security me khade.

Bahar media flashes — journalists entrepreneurs ko capture kar rahe.


Aaj yaha International Business Conference ki after-party ho rahi hai.
Folk cultural dance ke liye stage ready hai… dinner ka grand setup ho chuka hai.


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INT. GRAND PARTY HALL – NIGHT

Camera dheere se hall ke andar ghushta hai.

Foreign businessmen groups me khade hue—
American, European, Australian, Russian, Asian sab milkar business talks kar rahe.
Government officers side me apni duty kar rahe hain.

Background me soft jazz music.
Kuch log English western dance kar rahe— ballroom steps, smooth spins.

Lighting warm-golden. Ambience proper royal.


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BAR COUNTER – ISHAANI

Camera smoothly bar par zoom karta hai.

Ishani bartender ki tarah kaam kar rahi hai.
Black & white stylish bartending outfit.
Bal sleek ponytail me.
Ear me small earpod, group line open.

She whispers,
Ishani (whispering):
“Rahat… Rahat… kahan hai tu? Response de yaar…”

Wo drink mix kar rahi hoti hai but uske chehre par tension.


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SLOW-MOTION ENTRY – RAHAT

Tabhi bheed ke kone se slow motion me entry hoti hai Rahat ki.

Stunning waitress outfit —

Short black skirt

Fitted top

Hands me white gloves

Neck par tiny silver chain

Hair open

Shocking level ki pretty


Har koi use dekh kar momentarily ruk jata hai.
Ek foreign businessman toh apna glass girate-girate bachata hai.

Camera uske chalne ki grace pe zoom.


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BACK TO ISHAANI

Ishani ki nazar jaise hi Rahat par padti hai…
Uska muh literally khula ka khula reh jata hai.

Wo glass me drink dal rahi hoti hai… aur pura focus Rahat par shift ho jata hai…
Drink overflow hone lagta hai… lekin Ishani ko hosh hi nahi.


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RAHAT ISHAANI TAK PAHUNCHTI HAI

Rahat aakar English accent me drama karti hai—

Rahat (smirking):
“Kya hua Ishani? Kabhi itni sundar waitress dekhi nahi kya?”

Ishani hosh me aati hai, jaldi se glass rakh deti hai.

Ishani (whispering frustration):
“Kahan thi tu? Aur yeh kya huliya hai? Yaha catwalk nahi karna, kaam shuru karna hai!”

Rahat hair flip karti hai.

Rahat:
“Oh yes yes… relax.”
“Ek kaam kar, tu yahi neeche observe kar. Main upar dekh kar aati hoon.”

Ishani sir hila kar “haan” bol deti hai.


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STAIRS – RAHAT MOVES UP

Rahat bheed me se careful nikalti hai…
Ek hand me multiple drinks wali plate.
Sidhiya chadhte waqt har step pe uska confidence visible.
Security guards bhi ek baar usse dekh kar phir apni nazar hata lete hain.


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BAR – ISHAANI RETURNS TO WORK

Ishani doobara glass mix karti hai…
Face still serious.
Uske earpod me low whisper sunai deti baki members ki.

Camera upar se bar ka aerial top shot dikhata hai — Ishani ka stress clearly visible.

Scene — Anisha ki Entry (Party Hall)
(Cinematic, stylish, tension + mission vibe exactly as requested)


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GRAND PARTY HALL – MAIN ENTRANCE

Door ke bade-bade glass panels khulte hain…
Aur Anisha entry leti hai.

Black–silver shimmer gown, body-fit, elegant trail.
Hair soft curls me.
Earrings sparkle kar rahe.
Poora hall ek second ko pause jaise ho jata hai.

Uske saath Kabeer —
Black tuxedo, bow tie, confident smile.
Dono hathon me haath daale slow walk karte hue hall ke beech ki taraf.

Camera unke haath ka close-up dikhata hai—
Kabeer chance pakad kar Anisha ka haath aur tight pakad leta hai.

Anisha (fussfussate hue):
“Bas karo… hum acting kar rahe hain. Over mat karo.”

Kabeer fake smile dete huye guests ko greet karta ja raha hai—
Par haath nahi chhodta.


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ANISHA ON EARPOD

Camera thoda zoom-out…
Jazz music background me fade ho jati…
Ear me Anisha ka tiny mic dikhai deta.

Anisha (whispering):
“Ishani di… aage kya plan?”

Immediately earpod me Rahat ki awaaz:

Rahat (upstairs se):
“Niche Ishani ki help kar. Main upar handle kar rahi hoon.”

Anisha ne halka sa head nod kiya…
Aur Kabeer ko aankhon se ishaara: “plan start”.

Kabeer samajh jata hai.
Wo ek bade businessman group ke saath baat me busy ho jata hai—
Jisse Anisha slip away kar sake.


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ANISHA REACHES ISHAANI – BAR SIDE

Ishani drinks serve kar rahi hoti hai par ek second ke liye glance maar kar Anisha ko dekhti hai.

Ishani subtle hand gesture karti hai—
“Idhar. Time hai.”

Anisha quietly bar ke peeche ki side se cross karte hue Ishani tak pahunchti hai.

Dono ek dusri ko tiny nod deti hain.


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MISSION START – AVANTIKA SEARCH (MONTAGE)

Music tone slightly thriller ho jata hai.

1. PASSAGEWAY

Ishani & Anisha side corridors me chalti hui.
Dim lights.
Camera unke tense faces capture karta hai.

2. ROOMS CHECKING

Ek ke baad ek rooms—

Pehla room: empty.

Dusra room: sirf files aur conference material.

Teesra room: guest resting area—no sign.


Dono ka pace tezi se badhta ja raha hai.

Farmhouse bahut bada—
Maps, corners, hidden doors—pairon ki awaaz tak echo hoti.


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3. TOOLS OUT

Ishani apron me se pins & tiny safety tools nikaalti hai.
Ek locked service room aata hai.

Anisha:
“Try kar…”

Ishani pin ko lock me adjust karke 2-second me unlock kar deti hai.

Dono quietly andar jati hain—
Storage room.
Empty.


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4. GUARDS SE BACHNA

Ek corner par guard patrol karte dikhta hai.
Turant Anisha drunk-act mode on kar deti hai.

Wo hilti hui Ishani ke kandhe par sir rakh kar bolti hai—

Anisha (slurry voice):
“Please… mujhe rest chahiye…”

Guard awkwardly side me hota hai,
“Ma’am please go ahead, room left side.”

Dono guard ke passed-out hone ka wait karke quietly reverse direction me nikal jaati hain.


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5. ANOTHER LOCKED ROOM

Ishani again pin try karti hai.
Anisha peeche khadi watch pe rakhti hai.
Lock click.
Room empty.


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6. STEALTH MOVES

Dono ghuspaithiye ki tarah walls ke saath-saath chalte hain.
CCTV se bachne ke liye blind spot use karte hain.
Dono ke steps me sync.

Lagataar 15–20 minutes ki search ke baad bhi Avantika ka koi surag nahi.

But dono ke faces me determination clear—
Haarne ka sawaal hi nahi.

Camera upar se unki pairing ka montage dikhata hai—
Black gown + bartender outfit
Ek dum cinematic spy vibes.

Scene — Rahat ka Search Operation (Upper Floor)
(Tense, cinematic, thriller + emotional control — exactly as you described)


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UPPER FLOOR – DIM CORRIDOR

Camera hallway me move karta hai—
Yellow warm lights, lambe-lambe corridors,
Left–right rooms har taraf.

Rahat slow steps me chal rahi hai,
Hand me silver tray jise cover ke liye rakha hai—
Taaki waiter lag sake,
Par asli kaam kuch aur hai.

Uske kaan me earpod… faint sa group ka static sunai deta hai.

Rahat (whispering):
“Ishani… Anisha… main upar hoon. Har room check kar rahi hoon.”


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ROOMS SEARCH – STEALTH MODE

Rahat ek door par rukti hai.
Hath ki ungli se handle check karti hai— lock nahi.

Wo quietly door open karti hai…
Inside sirf official meeting setup.
Empty.

Next room—
Suites, but empty.

Agla room— storage.
Rahat ke chehre par tension: “Avantika… kidhar ho tum…”

Camera peeche se shot deta hai—
Rahat walls ke close walk karte huye
CCTV ke blind spot use kar rahi hai.
Just like a trained undercover.


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INCOMING CROWD – FOREIGN GUESTS

Corner se 3–4 foreign guests aate hain.
White Americans, Chinese, aur do young Russian boys.

Sab party mood me—
Drinks, laughter, loose body language.

Rahat turant tray ko adjust karke
Professional waiter look banati hai
Aur side se pass hone lagti hai.

Par Russians ki nazar us par tik jaati hai.

Unke steps slow ho jaate hain.
Eyes upar se neeche tak Rahat ko scan karte hue.

Unme se ek boy chewing gum chaba raha—
Aur apne zip ke paas pant adjust karta hai.
Camera just uske haath par quick zoom.

Rahat abhi bhi unse bekhabar,
Apna kaam karte hue corner turn karti hai…


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RUSSIANS BLOCK HER WAY

Suddenly peeche se ek thick Russian accent:

“Hey beautiful lady…”

Rahat turn karti hai—
4 boys khade.
Sabki aankhon me cheap flirtation.

Boy 1 (gum chabate hue):
“Do you have something for us?”

Boy 2:
“Hey… do you wanna some fun with Russians?
You look tired... Ahh haan... Try some Russian dick you indian whore, it will blew your tiredness...
Come on baby… let’s enjoy

Boy3:
Oh she's damn hot, she's look exactly the motherfucker waitress whome I fucked last week... She's so hot, she's so lusty man, I wanna taste her black indian pussy

Everybody laugh,
Unke words dragged…
Disgustingly playful.

Rahat ke andar ka blood suddenly boil karne lagta hai.
Eyes me anger ka spark.
Haath tray par thoda tight ho jata hai.

But mission sabse upar.
Yaha koi scene create nahi kar sakti.

Wo halki si forced smile ke saath kehti hai—

Rahat:
“Excuse me… guests downstairs are waiting. I have work.”

Aur side se pass hone lagti hai.

Russians thoda peeche hote hain,
Haste hue, cheap comments karte hue
Neeche ki taraf chal padte hain.

Camera unke jaate hue blurred background me—
Aur foreground me Rahat ka face:
Anger + insult + control.

Rahat hoth hilati hai—
silent lipsync:
“Madarchod kahin ke…”


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BACK TO THE MISSION

Rahat deep breath leti hai,
Khud ko control karti hai,
Aur fir se mission mode on.

Hath me tray,
Eyes alert,
Steps quiet…

Wo agla locked room try karti hai
Aur Avantika ki search dobara shuru kar deti hai.

Camera overhead wide shot deta hai—
Neeche hall me thousand lights,
Upar ek akeli Rahat,
Shadow me chalti hui.

Mission continues…

Scene — Discovery of the Underground Floor (Highly Cinematic, Tense, Fast-Paced)


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PARTY HALL — Ishani & Anisha Searching

Camera hand-held style me Ishani aur Anisha kaafi tense nazar aa rahi hain,
Room se room, corner se corner check karte hue.

EarPods me static…
Ishani whisper karti hai—

Ishani:
“Arti… yaha kuch nahi mila yaar.”

Anisha (frustrated tone):
“Shayad humne calculation hi galat kar li…”


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CUT TO: ARTI — BEDROOM HQ MODE

Arti ka room dim light me.
Laptop khula hua.
Screen par 3D map jaisa Rathod farmhouse ka architecture.
Coffee ka mug side me jisme bhap upar uth rahi.
Arti ka focus razor sharp.

Wo calm but tense voice me bolti hai—

Arti:
“Ek minute… upar ka floor check karo.”


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RAHAT — UPPER FLOOR

Rahat tray haath me liye hallway me khadi.

Rahat:
“Main upar hi hoon Arti… pichle do ghante se dhoond rahi hoon.”


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ARTI — CONFUSED

Laptop ke screen par ek info highlighted hoti hai:
3 FLOORS: Ground + 1st + 2nd

Arti eyebrows contract hote hue:

Arti:
“Lekin… building to 3 floor ki batayi gayi hai…”


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ANISHA — FROM DOWNSTAIRS

Crowd ke beech Anisha side ho kar whisper me:

Anisha:
“Kya? Aisa nahi ho sakta. Building bas do floor ki hai. Bahar se bhi clearly dikh raha hai.”


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ISHANI — LOGICAL SNAP

Bar counter ke paas Ishani quick whisper me:

Ishani:
“Exactly, Arti! Ek pure floor aur kahan jaa sakta hai? Floor gayab to nahi ho sakta…”

Camera Arti ke face par CUT —
Her eyes widen.

Zoom on her pupils.
Heartbeat sound effect THUMP… THUMP… THUMP…

Suddenly realization.


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ARTI – SHOCKING REVEAL

Arti (slow, controlled, serious):
“…suno Rahat… Ishani…”

Rahat & Ishani dono instinctively apne कान par hand adjust karte hain
taaki Arti ki next baat clearly aaye.

Arti:
“Woh teesra floor… UNDERGROUND hoga.”


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REACTIONS

Rahat:
Eyes widen… her anger + thrill mix expression.
“Holy— Arti, tune sahi pakda!”

Ishani:
Aankhon mein spark.
“Haan! Secret underground floor… exactly yahi logic banta hai.”

Anisha (excited + serious):
“Bilkul! Itni bhid me kisi ko chhupa kar rakhna impossible hota…
Underground hi safe spot hoga unke liye.”


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RAHAT — ACTION MODE

Rahat tray side par rakh deti hai
aur quick whisper karti hai—

Rahat:
“Sahi kaha Arti. Main niche aa rahi hoon.”

Phir Ishani & Anisha ko:

Rahat:
“Tum dono underground ka raasta dhundo…
Main turant join karti hoon.”

Camera Rahat ke legs ka follow shot—
heels ki fast tapping sound,
dramatic background music rise…

MISSION LEVEL: NEXT STAGE UNLOCKED

[Greenwood]

Update 46



Scene — Underground Entrance Search (High Tension, Cinematic Build-Up)


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AERIAL SHOT — PARTY

Camera upar se glide karta hai—
• Foreigners wine glasses raise karte hue
• Groups hansi-mazaak, business talk, selfies
• Jazzy soft music
• Lights, chandeliers, shimmering glasses…

Beech me — Rahat descending the big staircase
Elegant… lekin har step careful.

Niche pohachtay hi wo Ishani & Anisha ko ek pillar ke paas khade dekhti hai.
Teeno ek dusre ki taraf quick eye-contact karte hain— Mission mode ON.


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CORNER — STRATEGY POINT

Rahat unhe ek quiet corner me le jati hai.

Rahat (low voice):
“Tum dono ne yaha ache se check kiya na?”

Ishani:
(Thodi thakki hui, sir hilati hai)
“Haan… ek bhi clue nahi.”

Rahat:
“Lekin underground ka rasta to yahi kahi hona chahiye…”

Anisha:
“Shayad building ke bahar se ho?”

Rahat turant apne EarPod ko adjust karti hai—


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CUT TO: ARTI — HQ MODE

Arti laptop me maps, blogs aur purani property listing check kar rahi.

Rahat:
“Arti… kuch mila kya? Entrance kidhar se ho sakta hai?”

Arti:
(Disappointed)
“No… yeh Rathod ka private mansion hai.
Na videos, na photos… kuch bhi available nahi.”

Rahat ek second sochti hai… background me party ka music muffle hota hai.

Suddenly…

RAHAT — IDEA SPARK

Rahat:
“Suno… humne sirf stairs check kiye hain.”
Pause…
“Lift bhi to hai.”

Ishani & Anisha dono ek saath— “Hmm… haan!”


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PLAN SET

Rahat (Ishani se):
“Tu mere saath chal. Same trick again.”

Ishani smirk karti hai—
“Alright.”

Dono bar counter ki taraf chalte hain.


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BAR COUNTER — OLD TRICK RETURNS

Ishani aur Rahat ek tray uthaati hain—
• 3–4 glass
• Ek fancy wine bottle
• Napkins
• Ek shiny scoop
Bilkul wahi waiter-bartender disguise.

Dono ek doosre ko look deti hain—
"Ready?"


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ANISHA — ALONE TOWARDS LIFT

Anisha unhe bar ki taraf jaate dekh kar halki si nervous par determined nazar aati hai.
Wo quietly crowd me se slip hoti hai…
Gallery ki taraf badhti hui…

Camera tracking Anisha’s slow careful steps
Her eyes scanning…
Left… Right…

Tabhi…

A GUARD SPOTS HER

Guard ka camera-angle from behind —
wo bhid me Anisha ko dekh kar suspicious ho jata hai.

Guard apna walkie–talkie uthata hai:

Guard:
"Target on south gallery. Moving."

Static noise…
Anisha ko pata nahi chalata.


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ANISHA — REACHES THE LIFT AREA

Gallery se turn lete hi ek silent hallway—
Marble floor par uski heel ki halki click… click… echo hoti hai.

Lift ke paas pahuchti hi thi—
FINGER JUST ABOUT TO TOUCH THE BUTTON—

SFX: HEAVY FOOTSTEPS

Anisha ka heart sink.
Camera slow motion me peeche se 3 guards enter karte hain.
Black uniform, earpieces, walkie talkie, stern faces.

Wo seedhe Anisha ki taraf badhte hain.

Scene CUT TO BLACK with a low dramatic sound.

Cinematic Scene — As You Requested

Lift area, dark corner, soft golden lights…
Anisha ka saans fast… guards ki boots ki thak thak thak awaz… aur phir—


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Guard 1: (gun point karte hue)
“Ruk! Haath upar!”

Anisha ki aankhein phat jaati hain.
Wo turant dono haath raise kar leti hai.

Uska gala sukha hua, uski voice almost band…

Guard 2: (mask hata kar)
“Tu… tu wahi ladki hai na? Us din party me thi…
Jab Vicky baba ka video banaya tha…”

Anisha ka dil zor se dhadakne lagta hai.
Uske hoth kaapne lagte hain.
Koi shabd nahi… kuch bhi nahi.

Guard 1:
“BOL bhi! Un logon ke sath mili hui hai na?
Yaha lift se kidhar ja rahi thi?”

Anisha ke kapaal par pasine ki ek moti boond.
Body puri freeze.

Anisha is westen look me Gazab ki lag rahi thi, round shape boobs, lambi gardan ,pichle nikli hui gol ass, patli kamar... Guard usse upar se niche tak dekhta hai—
gandi nazar… hawas bhari muskurahat…

Guard 2: (dirty smile)
“Chalo madam… talashi leni padegi.
Foreign log bhi hain… security ka mamla hai.
Desh ki izzat ka sawal samajhti ho na?”

Wo aage badhta hai…

Ek jerk me Anisha ka wrist pakad kar use ghuma deta hai.
Dhadd!
Anisha ko deewar se chipka deta hai.

Uski kamar guard ke samne,
Anisha ki saansen hil rahi hain,
Aankhon me dar…
Zehan me bas ek thought:

"Bas… aaj to main gayi…"

Wo aankhein band kar leti hai.
Guard piche se uska figure gandi nazar se taadta hai
aur apne sathiyon ko smirk se signal deta hai.

Talashi ke bahane se wo aage badhta hi hai—


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Tabhi… ek loud voice:

“BABY… tum yaha???”

Pure hall ka mood freeze.

Guard turant mud kar dekhta hai.
Anisha ka dil ruk sa jata hai—
Aawaz jani pehchani.

Wo dheere se aankhein kholti hai…

Kabir.
Tall, confident, blazing eyes.

Kabir seedha guard ke paas jaata hai,
uska haath hata kar,
Anisha ko apne peeche kar deta hai.

Kabir (angrily):
“What the FUCK! Yeh kya tareeka hai?”

Guard (smirking):
“Arre bhai tu kaun hai?
Yeh chhori humari security me phasi hai.
Ispe shak hai.”

Kabir aage jhuk kar gusse me bolta hai—

"Main kaun hu…?
Tu mujhe nahi jaanta, saale?"

Guard ka chehra tirk jata hai.
Uske saath wale guards bhi hilte hain.

Guard 1:
“Oye zubaan sambhal!
Bada aaya…”

Guard gusse me Kabir ki taraf aage badhta hai—

Cinematic, Tense, Bold – Scene Continued Exactly in Your Style

Lift area dim hai… guards ki guns abhi bhi shine kar rahi hai…
Anisha ka heart pounding… Kabir ka gussa sky-high.


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Kabir (aage badhkar, gusse me):
“MLA ko jaanta hai? Uski family se hoon main, behenchod.
Ladki ko chhod de… warna nokri se jayega.”

Guards ek dusre ko dekh kar halki si hansi dabaate hain.

Guard 1 (smirking):
“Tu bola aur hum maan liye?
Chal yeh bata…
Tera is ladki se kya rishta hai?”

Kabir bina blink kiye bolta hai—

Kabir:
“Girlfriend hai meri.
Do you have any problem?”

Guard ke hothon par ek hawas bhari smile aa jaati hai.
Do kadam peeche hatke jaise jaane wala ho…
Anisha ka dil ek second ke liye relax…

Lekin phir—

Guard 1 (smirk, dirty tone):
“Achha… to girlfriend hai?
To phir… kiss kar is ladki ko.”

Anisha ka dimaag blank.

Kabir:
“KYA?? Are you fucking mad?”

Guard haryanvi accent me, attitude le kar:

Guard:
“Bhai, isme kya harz hai?
Aajkal to chhora–chhori kahi bhi chudai kar leve hain.
Agar teri bandi hai… to kiss kar ise.”

Anisha ka chehra vile disgust me twist ho jaata hai—
Guard ke words uske kaan me zeher ki tarah ghus rahe the.

Kabir (angrily):
“Nahi karunga.
Aur tujhe dikhane ke liye to bilkul nahi.”

Guard ek aur gandi hansi chhodega:

Guard 1:
“Bhai… manne ki nai dekhna?
Akele me chahe tu iski bund maar, ya chuchi masal…
Manne koi aitraaz koni.
Chhori to bilkul ghatak hai.”

Baaki guards zorr se hasne lagte hain.
Anisha unke shabdon se puri tarah shake ho jaati hai.

Fir guard phir se aage badhta hai, is baar bandook seedha Anisha par:

Guard:
“Lekin abhi prove kar ki yeh thari bandi se…
Warna bhai… soch le.”

Anisha ka dimaag lightning speed me chalne lagta hai.

Anisha (mind voice):
“Kuch soch Anisha… warna bahut buri fans jayegi…”

Ek second.
Do second.
Teesre second me—

Anisha jhat se guard ka haath push kar deti hai,
Kabir ki taraf mudti hai,
uska chehra dono haathon se pakadti hai—

Aur seedha uske hothon par kiss kar deti hai.

Kabir ki aankhein shock me badi ho jaati hain.
Guard ka chehra bhi ek pal ke liye freeze.

Kiss deep hoti hai…
Anisha usme full force se act kar rahi hai—
Kabir slowly recover hoke Anisha ka saath deta hai kiss me.
Dono ke hoth ek dusre me lock,
Scene ek dum cinematic…

Guard ka gandi smile ab haar wale expression me badal jaata hai.

Guard (rude tone, irritation me):
“Chalo… yaha se nikal.”

Woh apne saathiyon ko signal karta hai.
Sare guards gusse se muh banate hue waha se chale jaate hain.


Kabir & Anisha still close… breathing heavy…
Lift lights flickering softly…
Tension → Attraction → Shock.

Guards corridor me se mudte jaa rahe the…
Unke jooton ki tap-tap dheere dheere door hoti gayi.

Jab aawaz bilkul fade ho gayi,
Anisha ne Kabir se kiss tod di.

Dono thoda sa peeche hote hain,
saans phooli hui… chest fast upar-neeche…
Ek awkward silence beech me latakta hua.

Anisha apne baal, gown aur lipstick thik karne lagti hai.
Kabir bhi collar aur blazer set kar raha hota hai.
Dono ki nazar ek second ke liye milti hai—
genuine, shock aur thodi si sharm ek sath.

Tabhi gallery me fir se footsteps ki aawaz aati hai.

Anisha ke chehre ka rang udne hi wala tha ki
corner se Rahat aur Ishani aa jati hain.

Dono ke haath me plates—
kabab, wine ke glasses… bilkul party vibe.

Ishani (normal tone me):
“Sorry Anisha… wo dawa milane me thoda time lag gaya.”

Kabir (eyebrow raise):
“Dawa?”

Rahat:
“Haan, in kabab me nind ki dawai mili hui hai.
Agar yaha hume Avantika mil jaye,
to use khane ka ek chance hoga.”

Kabir aur Anisha ek saath sir nod karte hain.

Kabir:
“Main aur Anisha yahi pehra denge.
Tum dono niche jao.
Agar koi problem ho… call us.”

Rahat aur Ishani agree karte hue haan me sir hilati hain.

Anisha un dono ko gale lagati hai,
voice halki si shake hoti hai:
“Take care… yaha bahut khatra hai.”

Ishani aur Rahat
Anisha ke gaalon ko softly touch karte hain—
“Haan… tu bhi.”

Dono lift ki taraf badhte hain.
Jaise hi woh andar jaati hain—

Lift ke panel par ek hidden button chamka:
UNDERGROUND.

Ishani aur Rahat ek sek ke liye ek dusre ko dekhte hain.
Phir Ishani turant underground press kar deti hai.

Lift neeche girne lagti hai.
Halka sa mechanical sound…
Dim red lights.


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Lift ke andar – tension build

Rahat:
“Niche khatra ho sakta hai…
jitna ho sake natural act karna.”

Ishani:
“Haan… aur
agar guards ne hume gher liya…
to saath rehna.”

Rahat haan me sir hilati hai.
Lift ek ding ke sath rukti hai.

Darwaza open—

Samne ek long gallery.
4 guards already khade— guns pointed.

Rahat aur Ishani bina dara,
confident, sexy sa attitude,
plates ko thoda flex karte hue aage aati hain.

Ishani:
“Upar se…
aap logon ke liye kuch khane ko bheja hai.”

Ek guard suspiciously walky-talky uthata hai—
Ishani ka gala sukh jata hai…
par situation instantly control me lane ke liye wo bol padti hai:

Ishani (halki naughty smile):
“Khane ke baad…
kuch aur bhi hai aapke liye.”

Woh napkins hatati hai—
andar condoms rakhe hue hain.

Rahat immediately us tone me bolti hai
jo ek professional seduction lagti hai:

Rahat:
“Walky ki koi zarurat nahi…
upar wale guards ke liye humari dusri friends hai.
Hum dono ko…
aap chaaron ke liye bheja gaya hai.”

4 guards ek dusre ko
hawas bhari muskuraahat se dekhte hain.

Rahat aur Ishani unki taraf aati hain,
table par plates rakh deti hain.

Guards guns side rakh kar kabab khane lagte hain—
unhe zara bharosa ho gaya.

Rahat ek guard ke sine par lagay
nametag “Raju Singh” ko notice karti hai.

Rahat (soft smile, seducing tone):
“Raju ji…
yaha aap chaaron ke alawa aur kitne log hain?
Hum do hain…
zyada log hue to sambhal nahi payenge,
to ek bandi aur bula lete hain.”

Raju ka muh full excitement me aa jaata hai.
Baaki guards ki hawas aur badh jaati hai.

Raju (plate haath me, mast tone):
“Koi na madam…
hum char hi hain bas.”

Rahat aur Ishani
deep breath leti hain…

Because that’s exactly what they needed.

Scene Continue – Same Cinematic Tone, Emotion, Chemistry


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UPPER FLOOR – LIFT AREA

Hall thoda dim hai, neeche party ki lights upar tak glow kar rahi hain.
Anisha aur Kabir side-wall ke paas khade hain, jaise hi Rahat–Ishani lift me ghus kar neeche chale gaye.

Jis second woh door close hota hai—
Anisha ka gussa phat padta hai.


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Anisha (jhalla kar, haath hilaate hue):

“Thoda pehle nahi aa sakte the?
Wo kameena… mere saath kuch kar deta toh?!”

Uski awaaz me darr bhi tha, irritation bhi.

Kabir arms fold karta hai, aankhon me disbelief…

Kabir:

“Kamaal hai!
Ek to tumhari jaan bachai, izzat bhi…
Upar se taane suna raha hoon main?”

Anisha (taiz tone me):

“Ha toh?
Tumhara kaam hi aisa hai!
Aur yeh kya tha?
Maine natak ke liye kiss kiya tha…
un logo ko dikhane ke liye…”

Wo ek second rukti hai…
Gala saaf karti hai…

“Tumne wapas kiss kyu kiya?”

Kabir ke hothon par ek slow, naughty sa smirk aa jata hai.
Woh thoda sa paas jhukta hai…

Kabir (teasing, soft husky voice):

“Bas…
un logon ko dikhane ke liye.”

Woh “dikhane” word ko thoda stretch karta hai, jaise intentionally chhed raha ho.

Anisha irritate hoke apna muh fer leti hai—
Lekin uske gaalon ki halka pink laali clearly visible thi.

Uske haath abhi bhi halki si trembling me the…
Saans abhi bhi thodi fast…
Anisha ke andar gussa nahi—
sharm, excitement, confusion… sab ek sath phat raha tha.

Wo aankhein chhupa ke gusse ka acting kar rahi thi,
par uske hoth…
thode se still swollen from the kiss.

Yeh Anisha ki life ka pehla kiss tha—
Aur wo bhi aise situation me…
bina planning… bina tayyari…

Lekin kiss to kiss hota hai.
Aur Kabir ka reaction… uska close touch…
sab uske mann me ek ajeeb si halchal chhod gaya.

Kabir side-eye se uska expression study karta hai…
Ek halka sa smile rok nahi pata.

Kabir (soft teasing):

“Waise natak ke liye…
kafi real tha.”

Anisha ka heart ek dum se jump karta hai.
Woh turant uski taraf tez nazar daalti hai—

Anisha:

“Bas!
Aage ek lafz bhi bola na,
to main yahin se upar se neeche phek doongi tumhe!”

Par uski awaaz me woh usual confidence nahi tha—
thodi shaky… thodi flustered.

Kabir smirk karta hua side wall par tik jaata hai,
arms fold karke…
aankhon me clearly interest.

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Update 47



Scene Continue – Underground Floor

Underground corridor me halki yellow lights jal rahi thi.
Table par rakhe kabab aur drinks dheere-dheere apna asar dikhane lage.

Charo guards ke kadam ladkhadane lagte hain…
Aankhon me madhoshi, chehron par be-lagaam confidence.

Wo Ishani aur Rahat ki taraf badhte hain.

Ishani aur Rahat ek dusre ko ek chhota sa look dete hain—
signal samajh aa chuka tha.


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Ishani halki si smile ke sath ek guard ke collar ko pakad leti hai,
Rahat dusre guard ke kareeb jaakar uske kaan ke paas kuch kehti hai—
sirf lips move hote hain, awaaz nahi.

Guards poori tarah control khone lagte hain.

Montage

Ishani do guards ko alag corridor ki taraf le jaati hai

Rahat baaki do ko dusri side ke kamron ki taraf

Corridor me sirf heels aur boots ki awaaz

Ek ke baad ek kamron ke darwaze band hote hain



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CUT TO – STILL SHOT

Camera kuch seconds ke liye band darwazon par hi tika rehta hai.
Sirf clock ki tick-tick aur door se party ka muffled music.

Silence.


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Few seconds later…

Ek darwaza khulta hai—
Ishani bahar aati hai,
saans thodi tez, chehra serious.

Dusre darwaze se Rahat nikalti hai,
wo bhi deep breath leti hui.

Dono ek dusre ki taraf dekhti hain—
kuch seconds ke liye kuch nahi bolti.

Rahat apne haath me pakdi cheez Ishani ke samne karti hai—
guard ki uniform… mask ke sath.

Ishani ki aankhon me relief aur appreciation ek sath chamak uthti hai.
Wo sirf ek thumbs-up gesture karti hai—
“Perfect.”

Dono bina waqt gawaye aage badhne lagti hain.


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Quick Glimpse – Inside the Rooms

Camera ek-ek karke kamron ke andar ka short glimpse deta hai—

Charo guards gehri madhoshi ki neend me

Guns aur walkie-talkies side me pade hue

Kamra bilkul shaant

Scene Continue – Lift ke bahar, upar ka floor

Gallery me ab thodi shaanti thi.
Door se party ki halki music ki awaaz aa rahi thi, lekin yahan… sirf Anisha aur Kabeer.

Anisha diwar ke sahare khadi hoti hai, arms cross karke.
Chehra gusse me dikh raha tha, lekin aankhon me… kuch aur hi chal raha tha.

Kabeer uski taraf dekhta hai,
ek strong, confident smile ke sath.

Kabeer (teasing tone):
“Waise… emergency situation me tum kaafi convincing actress nikli.”

Anisha turant uski taraf dekhti hai.
“Zyada overacting mat karo. Wo situation tumhari wajah se bani thi.”

Kabeer halka sa hans deta hai.
“Achha? Matlab kiss bhi meri galti thi?”

Anisha ka chehra ek pal ke liye freeze ho jata hai.
Uske dimaag me wo moment flash hota hai—
guards, gun, uski ghabrahat…
aur phir achanak Kabeer ka chehra itna paas.

Wo apni nazar jhat se hata leti hai.

Anisha:
“Bakwas band karo. Focus karo kaam pe.”

Kabeer ek kadam aage badhta hai—
distance kam, lekin limit ke andar.

Kabeer (low voice):
“Tumhe pata hai na… agar main uss waqt nahi aata, to situation aur kharab ho sakti thi.”

Anisha dheere se bolti hai, bina uski taraf dekhe:
“…haan. Thanks.”

Wo “thanks” itna dheere tha ki almost sirf uske liye.

Kabeer notice kar leta hai.
Uski smile thodi soft ho jaati hai.

Kabeer:
“Waise Anisha… tum blush karte hue aur bhi zyada dangerous lagti ho.”

Anisha turant ghoom kar dekhti hai.
“Main blush nahi kar rahi!”

Kabeer aankhon se hi uska sach pakad leta hai.
“Sure. Aur main Rathod ka bodyguard hoon.”

Anisha khud ko sambhalti hai, lekin
uske kaan thode laal ho chuke hote hain.

Silence aa jata hai…
sirf un dono ki saansen aur lift ke button ki halki beep.

Anisha mann hi mann phir se sochti hai—
first kiss… fake tha… majboori thi…
lekin dil us baat ko maanna nahi chahta.

Anisha (slowly):
“Sun… wo jo hua… wo sirf situation thi.”

Kabeer uski taraf dekh kar sir hila deta hai.
“Relax. Main bhi koi love letter likhne nahi ja raha.”

Phir thoda ruk kar, ek flirty smile ke sath:
“Lekin haan… agar kabhi real situation bani,
to mujhe warning de dena.”

Anisha uski taraf dekhti hai—
pehle gusse se… phir confusion…
aur phir ek chhoti si muskaan, jo wo turant chhupa leti hai.

Anisha:
“Dream on, Kabeer.”

Kabeer hans padta hai, confident aur relaxed.
“Already kar raha hoon.”

Dono phir se apni positions le lete hain—
guarding mode on.

Lekin ab hawa me sirf danger nahi tha…
kuch unsaid chemistry bhi thi
jo dheere-dheere gehri hoti ja rahi thi.

Agla Update – Underground Floor

Montage Scene

Underground floor ki lambi, thandi corridors…
light white LEDs ki, jo zameen par seedhi lakeerein bana rahi thi.

Rahat aur Ishani chupchaap, alert mode me,
ek ke baad ek har kamra check karte hue aage badh rahi thi.

Kabhi darwaza dheere se kholna,
kabhi andar jhaank kar turant band kar dena—
har second me khatra.


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Camera Control Room

Aakhir wo ek aise room me pahuchte hain
jahan saare CCTV screens lage hue the.

Screens ON thi.
Upar chal rahi party ka har angle live dikh raha tha—
bar, dance floor, lawn, entry gate… sab kuch.

Rahat ek pal ke liye ruk jaati hai.

Rahat (relief ke saath):
“Achha hua yahan koi nahi hai… warna to seedha pakde jaate.”

Ishani screens ko dekhte hue serious ho jaati hai.

Ishani:
“Pakde ja sakte hain Rahat…
yeh saari recording bhi evidence hai.
Humein yeh bhi hatani padegi.”

Rahat gardan hila kar haan karti hai.

Wo chair kheench kar screen ke saamne baith jaati hai,
buttons, options, menus—sab kuch confusing.

Rahat (frustrated):
“Ishani… mujhe kuch samajh hi nahi aa raha.
Yeh recording off kaise hogi?”

Ishani uske paas aakar screens aur controls dekhti hai.

Ishani (low voice):
“Yeh to normal system bhi nahi lag raha…
bahut advanced hai.
Abhi time nahi hai experiment ka.”

Rahat ek second sochti hai.

Rahat:
“Chal… pehle Avantika ko dhoondhte hain.
Agar koi niche aa gaya to sab gaya.”

Ishani agree karti hai.
Dono turant room se nikal jaati hain.


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Locked Room

Kuch aur corridors…
kuch aur doors…

Aur phir—
ek alag sa kamra,
jiska darwaza baaki sabse zyada secure lag raha tha.

Ishani handle ghumati hai—
click… locked.

Ishani:
“Yeh lock hai.”

Wo peeche mudti hai—
Rahat usse ek alag si smile ke saath dekh rahi hoti hai.

Ishani:
“Kya hua?”

Rahat dheere se apne blouse/bra ke andar se
ek smart access card nikaalti hai.

Ishani ki aankhein chamak uthti hain.

Ishani:
“Seriously?”

Rahat card ko reader par swipe karte hue,
apni typical tone me bolti hai:

Rahat:
“Chori kar liya tha… un guards se.”

Beep.

Darwaza unlock ho jaata hai.

Dono ek dusre ki taraf dekhti hain—
aur phir dheere se andar enter karti hain.


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Avantika

Kamre ke beech me bed…
aur bed par Avantika, behoshi me soyi hui.

Chehra peela,
body kamzor,
baal bikhar chuke.

Rahat aur Ishani dono ka chehra tight ho jaata hai.

Wo jaldi se uske paas pahuchte hain.

Rahat:
“Avantika… Avantika… utho.”

Ishani bhi uska haath pakad kar hilati hai.

Avantika dheere dheere aankhein kholti hai.
Nazrein bhatakti hui…
phir Rahat par tik jaati hain.

Agle hi pal,
uski aankhon se aansu behne lagte hain.

Wo kuch bol nahi paati.

Rahat bina kuch kahe
use apne gale laga leti hai.

Ishani (soft voice):
“Avantika… ab tumhe darne ki koi zarurat nahi hai.”

Rahat:
“It’s okay… chup ho jao.
Ab tumhara yahan se azaad hone ka waqt aa gaya hai.”

Ishani uske baal sehlaate hue bolti hai:

Ishani:
“Filhaal humein yahan se nikalna hoga, Avantika.
Koi bhi kabhi bhi aa sakta hai.”

Avantika halki si gardan hila kar haan karti hai.


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Montage

Rahat apne saath laayi guard ki uniform Avantika ko deti hai

Avantika apne kapdon ke upar hi wo uniform pehenti hai

Ishani uski help karti hai buttons aur cap ke saath

Avantika ka chehra ab bhi kamzor, lekin aankhon me umeed



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Call to Anisha

Jab Avantika ready ho jaati hai—

Ishani:
“Ab yahan se bahar kaise jaayenge?”

Rahat turant Anisha ko call lagati hai
aur poori situation bata deti hai.

Upar—
Anisha ka chehra sunte hi khil uthta hai.

Rahat (call par):
“Avantika mil gayi hai.
Jaldi se gadi ready rakho.”

Anisha bina ek second gawaye
call par hi Kabeer ko ishara karti hai.

Dono ek saath daud padte hain—
parking aur car ki taraf.

Agla Scene – Escape Begins

Parking Area – Night

Anisha aur Kabeer parking tak pahunch chuke hote hain.
Kabeer bina waqt gawaaye car ka engine start karta hai,
back gear lagata hai—
tyres ek sharp drift ke saath ghoomte hain
aur car main gate se thoda door jaakar ready position me ruk jaati hai.

Engine on.
Headlights dim.
Sab kuch waiting mode me.


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Underground Floor

Avantika bahut kamzor thi.
Wo theek se chal nahi paa rahi thi.

Uske dono haath
Ishani aur Rahat ke gale me the,
aur dono milkar use sambhalte hue
corridor ki taraf badh rahe the.

Har kadam bojh sa lag raha tha.

Jaise hi wo corridor me enter karte hain—
Rahat achanak ruk jaati hai.

Ishani (low voice):
“Kya hua?”

Rahat ek second ke liye peeche dekhti hai…
uski aankhon me kuch decide ho chuka hota hai.

Rahat:
“Ek kaam… abhi baaki hai.”

Ishani kuch bol paati,
us se pehle hi Rahat daud padti hai.


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Control Room – Sabotage

Rahat jaldi jaldi
wo aadhi bhari hui wine aur drink bottles uthati hai
jo wahan rakhi hoti hain.

Ishani corridor se use confused nazron se dekh rahi hoti hai.

Rahat bina ruke
control room me ghus jaati hai.

Wo bottle khol kar
computers, CPUs, wiring panels par
wine thodi-thodi daalne lagti hai.

Screens flicker karne lagti hain.

Tabhi uski nazar
ek ash tray par padti hai.
Wo idhar-udhar haath maarti hai—
aur ek lighter mil jaata hai.

Rahat lighter jalati hai.
Chhoti si aag.

Rahat (dheere, gusse aur sukoon ke saath):
“Ab tera khel khatam, Rathod.”

Slow motion—
Rahat lighter ko computers ki taraf uchhaal deti hai
aur bina peeche dekhe
bhaagne lagti hai.

Agale hi second—
aag bhadak uthti hai,
black smoke control room me bharne lagta hai.


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Back to Corridor

Rahat daud kar corridor me pahunchti hai.
Tab tak Ishani kisi tarah
Avantika ko lift tak le aayi hoti hai.

Rahat turant Avantika ka doosra haath sambhal leti hai.

Avantika guard ki uniform me thi—
chehra dara hua,
par aankhon me ummeed.

Teeno lift me enter hote hain.

Ishani button press karti hai.

Lift dheere se upar jaane lagti hai.

Rahat aankhein band kar ke
mann hi mann dua karne lagti hai—
“Bas… kisi tarah upar pahunch jaaye.”


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Party Hall – Chaos

Upar…

Loud music.
Foreign businessmen nashe me jhoom rahe the.
Jazz aur laughter har taraf.

Ek alag room me
Rathod kuch special guests ke saath
hans raha tha—
10–12 foreigners,
aur unke saamne
foreign aur Indian ladkiyan dance perform kar rahi thi.

Sab kuch normal…
too normal.

Tabhi—

TINGGGG… TONGGGGG…
TINGGGG… TONGGGGG…

Fire alarms baj uthte hain.

Poore hall me dehshat fail jaati hai.

Log idhar-udhar bhagne lagte hain.
Wine girti hai.
Music band ho jaata hai.
Security chillane lagti hai.

Rathod ka chehra
confuse aur tension se bhar jaata hai.
Wo turant apni security ko call karta hai.

Security ki ek tukdi
situation control karne ke liye daud padti hai.

Poora farmhouse
afra-tafri me aa chuka hota hai.


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Parking – Outside

Car me baithe
Anisha aur Kabeer
alarms ki awaaz sun kar
tension me aa jaate hain.

Kabeer:
“Anisha, tum yahin baithi raho.
Main dekh ke aata hoon—”

Jaise hi Kabeer
car ka darwaza kholne lagta hai—

Anisha uska haath pakad leti hai.

Anisha (firm):
“Wait, Kabeer.”


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Inside – Escape

Upar ke floors se
log niche ki taraf bhag rahe the.
Sab main gate ki taraf daud rahe the.

Isi bheed ke beech,
slow motion me—

nikalte hue dikhte hain
Rahat, Ishani aur Avantika.

Teeno log bheed ka hissa bante hue
parking area ki taraf badhte hain.

Avantika ko sambhalte hue,
Rahat ki nazar
door se Kabeer ki car par padti hai.

Uske chehre par
ek pal ke liye relief chamak uthta hai.

Rahat car ki taraf daud padti hai.

Scene Continues – Aftermath & Escape

Party Hall – Inside

Security guards sab logon ko calm karne ki koshish kar rahe the.
Fire alarm band ho chuka tha, lekin logon ke chehron par abhi bhi panic ke nishaan the.

Tabhi Rathod hall ke beech aata hai,
apna glass uthata hai aur loud, confident awaaz me bolta hai—

Rathod:
“I’m extremely sorry, ladies and gentlemen.
It was a total mistake.
Some of my guards threw their cigarette in the dustbin, so…
it was just a little incident.

Carry on…
The party is still going.”

Uske ishare par
music dobara start hota hai.
Lights normal hoti hain.
Guests ki saans me saans aati hai.
Log fir se drinks uthate hain, hansi laut aati hai.

Kuch guards Rathod ko corner me le jaate hain.

Guard (low voice):
“Sir, niche control room me short circuit hua tha.”

Rathod ka chehra tight ho jaata hai.

Rathod (teekhi awaaz me):
“Sab theek karo. Quick.
Yeh humari reputation ka sawaal hai.”


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Highway – Night Drive

Camera seedha ek daudti hui car par aata hai.

Car highway par tez raftaar se bhaag rahi thi.

Driving seat par Kabeer,
uske paas Anisha.

Back seat par—
ek side window ke paas Rahat,
dusri side Ishani,
aur beech me Avantika.

Avantika abhi bhi guard ki uniform me thi.
Bahut thak chuki thi,
aankhein band kiye seat par tik kar leti hui.

Anisha ka chehra khil uthta hai.

Anisha (relieved):
“Finally… we did it.”

Rahat aur Ishani
baar-baar window se bahar dekhte rehte hain—
check karte hue
kahin koi peecha to nahi kar raha.

Rahat:
“Haan…”

Wo Avantika ki taraf dekhti hai.
Avantika dheere-dheere muskura rahi hoti hai—
ek kamzor, par sacchi si muskaan.

Ishani khidki se bahar dekhte hue
mann hi mann sochti hai—

“Hopefully… ab justice hoke rahega.
Jo baatein un auraton ne ki thi,
wo abhi tak mere zehen me goonj rahi hain.
Yahan ek Avantika gum thi…
wahan na jaane kitne gharon ki ladkiyon ko
Rathod ke gunde utha kar le jaate honge.
Kaash… main un sab ko bacha paati.”

Ishani ki soch
Anisha ke sawaal se toot jaati hai.

Anisha:
“Lekin… ab jaayenge kahaan?
I mean, hopefully humein kisi ne dekha na ho,
par agar kisi ne dekh liya to…
Avantika ko kahaan rakhenge?”

Rahat serious ho jaati hai.

Rahat:
“Aaj nahi to kal Rathod ko
maloom chal hi jaayega
ki Avantika uski qaid se missing hai.”

Ishani un dono ki baat
gour se sun rahi hoti hai,
tabhi Kabeer bolta hai—

Kabeer:
“If you don’t mind…
main kuch kahun?”

Anisha uski taraf dekhti hai.

Anisha:
“Haan, bolo.”

Kabeer:
“Dekho, Rathod aap sab ke peeche jaayega
agar use thoda sa bhi hint mila to.
Lekin…
wo kabhi ek MLA ke ghar dhoondhne nahi jaayega.”

Anisha aur Rahat
uski baat dhyaan se sunte hain.

Kabeer aage bolta hai:
“Main bas yeh keh raha hoon—
sheher ki bheed se door,
ek local basti me
mere uncle ka flat khali hai.
Main unse permission le sakta hoon.
Avantika ko wahan rakh sakte hain.”

Ishani Avantika ki taraf dekhti hai.

Ishani:
“Lekin iski condition
akele chhodne jaisi nahi hai.”

Kabeer:
“Akele nahi.
Main iske saath rahunga.”

Rahat turant bolti hai—

Rahat:
“Par isse treatment bhi dena hoga.”

Kabeer (without hesitation):
“Wo bhi main manage kar lunga.”

Anisha chup-chaap sab sun rahi hoti hai.
Kuch sochti hai…
phir dheere se bolti hai—

Anisha:
“Rahat di… Ishani di…
tum sab apni-apni life me busy rehte ho.
Tumhari families hain.

Main…
main to is sheher me akeli hoon.
To…
main Avantika ke saath rehne ko tayaar hoon.”

Rahat aur Ishani
ek dusre ki taraf dekhti hain.
Unhe Anisha ki baat bilkul sahi lagti hai.

Rahat (Kabeer se):
“Theek hai, Kabeer.
Bas kuch bhi mess ho—
humein turant bata dena.”

Kabeer rear-view mirror se
haan me gardan hilata hai.

Car ek smooth turn leti hai
aur city ki taraf mud jaati hai.


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Montage – Drop-offs

— Pehle Ishani ko uske flat ke paas drop kiya jaata hai.
Ishani jaate-jaate piche mud kar ek baar car ko dekhti hai.

— Phir Rahat ko uski gali se pehle drop kiya jaata hai.

Rahat car se utarti hai.
Jaane se pehle
Avantika piche se uski taraf dekhti hai.

Rahat (soft smile ke saath):
“Jaldi hi tumse milne aayenge, Avantika.”

Avantika ki aankhon me
thanks ke aansu bhar aate hain.

Rahat uske gaalon ko
pyaar se pakadti hai,
ek reassuring smile deti hai
aur wahan se chali jaati hai.


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Car – Quiet Moment

Ab car me sirf teen log the—

Back seat par Avantika,
driving seat par Kabeer,
aur uske paas Anisha.

Car shaant sadak par aage badh rahi thi.

Kabeer aur Anisha
ek pal ke liye
ek dusre ki taraf dekhte hain—

jaise bina kuch kahe hi
bahut kuch samajh gaye hon.

Night city lights
windshield par beh rahi hoti hain…
aur kahani
ek naye mod ki taraf badh rahi hoti hai.

[Greenwood]

Update 48



Next Update – Parallel Nights

Arti ka Ghar – Late Night

Abhishek gehri neend me tha.
Uski saanson ki rhythm room me ek ajeeb si shanti bhar rahi thi.
Lekin Arti abhi bhi jaag rahi thi.

Rahat ke upar wale floor tak pahunchne se pehle ki
har chhoti–badi information uske paas thi,
lekin uske baad…
Abhishek,
uski saas,
ghar ka kitchen,
ghar ke roz ke rules—
sab kuch mission ke beech me ek distraction ban gaya tha.

Wo Abhishek ke baju me leti hui thi,
aankhein band…
lekin dimaag jaag raha tha.

Kabhi uske khayalon me
Rahat, Ishani, Anisha aa jaati,
kabhi Avantika ka chehra.

Kuch soch itni negative thi
ki uska dil zor se dhadakne lagta—
agar kuch galat ho gaya to?

Aur kuch soch aisi
jo use khud ko sambhalne ko kehti—
wo sab strong hain… sab theek hoga.

Arti is waqt
poori confusion aur bechaini me thi.

Tabhi…
? phone ka message tone bajta hai.

Wo turant phone uthati hai.
Screen par BEHEN_CODE group khula hota hai.

Rahat ka message:
“Mission accomplished.
Now back to home safely.”

Message padhte hi
jaise Arti ke seene par rakha bhaari bojh hat jaata hai.

Uski aankhon me halki si nami aati hai,
lekin chehre par sukoon.

Wo phone ko side me rakhti hai,
Abhishek ka haath apni taraf kheenchti hai,
aur dheere se
uske haath par apna sir rakh leti hai.

Is baar uski neend
gehri hoti hai…
bila kisi darr ke.


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Farmhouse – Same Night

Idhar farmhouse par
party abhi bhi poore shor par thi.
Music, lights, laughter—
sab kuch waise hi chal raha tha
jaise kuch hua hi na ho.

Rathod ab poori tarah nashe me tha.

Ek private room me,
uske saath ek aadmi tha—
foreign accent, foreign suit…
ek American businessman.

Room ke andar ka mahaul
heavy aur claustrophobic tha.

Wahi ladki,
jo pehle hotel room me Rathod ke saath dekhi gayi thi,
ab bhi wahin thi—
chehra thaka hua,
aankhon me ek forced smile.

American uski taraf badhta hai.
Ladki ek pal ke liye
Rathod ki taraf dekhti hai.

Rathod glass uthaye hue
sirf ek chhota sa ishara karta hai—
jaise sab kuch normal ho.

Wo khud
room ke ek kone me baith jaata hai,
drink ka ek lamba sip leta hai.

Camera bed ki taraf jaata hai,
lekin detail me jaane se pehle
scene blur hone lagta hai—
Ladki taangein hawa me uthi Hui
American pura nanga ladki ki choot me dhakke laga Raha hai
sirf moaning voices (ahhh ohhh ufff)
sirf ek garam chudai ki vibe
sirf ek uncomfortable silence
jo shor ke beech bhi mehsoos hoti hai.

Ladki ki chudne ki awaaz
Rathod ke kaano tak pahunchti hai.

Wo apna glass khali karta hai,
aur dheere se khada hota hai. Or bed ki taraf badhta hai ladkhadata hua...

Camera uske chehre par aakar rukta hai—
cold, powerful, emotionless.

Fade out.

Agla Scene – Car Ride, Late Night Silence

Avantika peeche wali seat par gehri neend me chali gayi thi.
Guard ki uniform ab bhi uske jism par thi,
lekin chehra pehli baar thoda sa shaant lag raha tha.

Car smooth road par chal rahi thi.
Street lights ek-ek karke windshield par phisal rahi thi.

Kabeer drive kar raha tha,
aankhein road par jamii hui,
jaw tight,
jaise ab bhi dimaag kisi emergency mode se bahar nahi aaya ho.

Uske bagal me Anisha chupchap baithi thi.

Car ke andar ek ajeeb si khamoshi thi—
wo khamoshi jo awkward nahi hoti,
bas… bhari hoti hai.

Anisha dheere se peeche mud kar check karti hai.
Avantika so rahi thi.

Wo phir aage mudti hai…
aur Kabeer ko dekhti hai.

Kabeer ka dhyaan poori tarah road par tha.

Anisha chuppi todti hai.

“Kabeer…”

Kabeer bina dekhe bolta hai,
“Hmm?”

Anisha thoda hesitate karti hai,
phir bolti hai—

“Kya tumne isse pehle bhi…
I mean…
mere se pehle bhi kisi ko kiss kiya hai?”

Kabeer ke hothon par ek halki si muskurahat aa jaati hai.

“Haan…”
wo casual tone me bolta hai,
“2–3 ex to reh chuki hain meri.”

Anisha kuch nahi bolti.
Bas khidki ke bahar dekhne lag jaati hai.

Road ke lights uski aankhon me reflect ho rahe the,
lekin dimaag kahin aur bhatak chuka tha.

Kabeer uski body language samajh jaata hai.

Wo thoda soft ho jaata hai.

“Lekin…”
wo bolta hai,
“mujhe maloom hai tumne kabhi kisi ke saath nahi kiya.
I mean…
wo tumhara pehla chance tha.”

Anisha fir bhi khamosh rehti hai.

Kabeer ek pal rukta hai,
phir bolta hai—

“Aur shayad… mera aakhri.”

Is baar Anisha ka dhyaan toot jaata hai.
Uski aankhon ki corner se
wo Kabeer ko dekhti hai.

Kabeer bolta rehta hai—

“Anisha, tum maano ya na maano…
jab us guard ne tum par gun point ki thi na…
main andar se bilkul dar gaya tha.”

Uski awaaz me confidence kam,
sach zyada tha.

“Mujhe ghuma-phira ke baat karna nahi aata,”
wo seedha bolta hai,
“bas itna kehna chahta hoon—
jo tumhare saath feel hota hai…
wo un 2–3 exes ke saath kabhi nahi hua.”

Anisha chup thi,
lekin ab wo sun rahi thi.

“Tumhare us kiss me jo feel tha na…
wo kabhi kisi ke saath nahi aaya.”

Kabeer thoda sa gehri saans leta hai.

“Main bas yeh keh raha hoon…
Anisha, mujhe tum pasand ho.”

Car thodi smooth ho jaati hai,
jaise road bhi sun raha ho.

“I think I’m crazy about you,
us din se jab tum mujhse takrai thi.”

Wo halka sa smile karta hai.

“I really… really like you.
Aur shayad…
yeh sirf ‘like’ tak nahi hai.”

Is baar Anisha ke mathe ki silwat dheere-dheere mit jaati hai.
Uske chehre par
ek soft smile,
ek chhupa hua blush aa jaata hai.

Wo apna chehra Kabeer ki taraf karti hai.

Kabeer ki baatein poori hui bhi nahi hoti
ki Anisha apna haath dheere se uske haathon par rakh deti hai—
ek chhota sa,
lekin bahut clear signal.

Shayad main bhi kahin na kahin…
yehi feel karti hoon.

Anisha ka haath apne haath me mehsoos hote hi
Kabeer ke chehre par
ek gehri si muskurahat aa jaati hai—
na jeet ki,
na ghamand ki,
bas pyaar ki.

Anisha apna sir seat par piche tikaa leti hai,
aankhein band kar leti hai.

Uske chehre par sukoon tha—
jaise dil ne
dusre dil ko approval de diya ho.

Kabeer steering ko thoda aur tight pakadta hai…
aur car ki speed badha deta hai.

Shehar peeche chhoot raha tha.
Aur kahin na kahin,
do dil
aage badh rahe the.

Agla Scene – Rahat ka Monologue (Late Night, Silence ke Beech)

Raat kaafi aage badh chuki thi.

Gali ke streetlight ki peeli roshni khidki ke parde se chhanti hui kamre me aa rahi thi.
Rahat dheere se darwaza band karti hai,
jaise awaaz bhi kisi raaz ka hissa ho.

Wo apne kapde badalti hai—
simple nightwear pehenti hai.

Mirror ke saamne ek pal ke liye rukti hai.

Uski aankhon ke niche thakaan saaf dikh rahi thi,
lekin us se zyada
aankhon me woh sab tha jo aaj dekha, mehsoos kiya, jhela.

Wo bed ke paas aakar baith jaati hai.

Aur jaise hi akeli hoti hai—
dimaag chal padta hai.


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Rahat (voice-over, dheemi aur gehri):

“Agar aaj zara si bhi galti ho jaati na…
agar wo lift upar nahi aati…
agar kisi guard ko thoda bhi shak ho jaata…”

Flashback me—
fire alarm,
gun points,
nashili aankhein,
aur Avantika ka kamzor sa chehra.

“…to shayad aaj hum me se koi yahan nahi hota.”

Control room jalta hua,
computers se uthta dhuaan,
aur uska bhaagna.

“Humne jo kiya…
wo sirf ek ladki ko bachana nahi tha.
Wo ek system ke muh par thappad tha.”

Rahat apna haath uthati hai—
wahan halki si jalne ki laal nishaani thi.

Wo paas rakhi coconut oil ki bottle uthati hai,
hath par thoda sa tel nikalti hai
aur dheere-dheere jaley hue hisse par lagane lagti hai.

Uski ungliyon ki movement slow hai,
jaise jism se zyada
dimaag ko sukoon dene ki koshish ho.

“Mujhe dar nahi laga…
yeh jhoot hoga.”

Uske zehen me guards ke chehre,
band kamre,
aur woh pal jab sab kuch haath se nikal sakta tha.

“Par us darr se zyada…
gussa tha.
Is baat ka gussa
ki Avantika akeli nahi hai.”

Wo oil ki bottle side me rakh deti hai.

Rahat dheere se bed par let jaati hai,
takkiya sir ke niche set karti hai.

Ceiling ko dekhti rehti hai.

“Aaj ek ko bachaya…
kal shayad kisi aur ko.
Aur jab tak saans hai…
yeh rukne wala nahi.”

Uski saans dheere-dheere heavy hone lagti hai.
Aankhon me bojh tha—
sirf thakaan ka nahi,
zimmedari ka.

Wo aankhein band karti hai,
sone ki koshish karti hai.

Kamra bilkul shaant ho jaata hai.

Sirf uski saanson ki awaaz
aur ek dil—
jo thak kar bhi
haar nahi maan raha tha.

Montage | Safe Haven

Raat ka waqt.
City ke shor se door,
car dheere-dheere ek basti me enter karti hai.

Streetlights kam hain,
galiyan shaant,
jaise yahan zindagi tez nahi—sambhal kar chalti ho.

Car rukti hai.

Kabeer steering par haath rakhe hue
ek pal Avantika ki taraf dekhta hai—
wo pichli seat par gehri neend me hai.

Kabeer dheere se Anisha ki taraf jhukta hai.
“Anisha…”

Anisha aankhein kholti hai,
pehle confused, phir sab samajh jaati hai.


---

Cut to: Building Entrance

Kabeer aur Anisha
milkar Avantika ko support dete hue
building ke andar le jaate hain.

Avantika ke kadam ladkhadate hain,
lekin dono use girne nahi dete.

Watchman ki chhoti si cabin.
Neend me doobi aankhein.
Kabeer keys leta hai, sirf ek formal nod.

Lift nahi—
seedhiyan.

Har step ke saath
Anisha Avantika ka haath aur tight pakad leti hai.


---

Flat Door Opens

Lock ghoomta hai.
Darwaza khulta hai.

3 BHK flat.

Na luxury.
Na naya-naya furniture.

Bas
saaf deewarein,
simple parde,
aur ek aisi feeling
jaise yahan kabhi
ek normal middle-class family hansi hogi.

Ghar zinda lagta hai—
khali hone ke bawajood.


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Bedroom

Kabeer aur Anisha
Avantika ko ek bedroom me le jaate hain.

Kabeer dheere se
use bed par bitha deta hai.

Avantika thaki hui,
lekin ab uski aankhon me dar nahi—
sirf exhaustion.

Kabeer ek nazar Anisha ko dekhta hai.
Ek chhota sa ishara.

Anisha samajh jaati hai.

Kabeer room se bahar nikal jaata hai,
aur darwaza band ho jaata hai.


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Hall

Kabeer hall me aakar
sofe par baith jaata hai.

Apna sir peeche tika kar
aankhein band kar leta hai.

Jaise saari himmat
ab dheere-dheere body chhod rahi ho.

Room ke andar se
halke movement ki awaaz—
kapdon ki,
saans ki.

Phir—
silence.


---

Beat

Bedroom ka darwaza band hone ki awaaz.

Kuch seconds baad
kadmon ki halki aahat.

Ek haath aakar
Kabeer ke shoulder par rukta hai.

Kabeer aankhein kholta hai.

Anisha.

Wo chupchaap
uske paas baith jaati hai.

Dheere se
apna sir uske shoulder par tika leti hai.

Kabeer bina kuch kahe
thoda sa seedha ho jaata hai
taaki use araam mile.


---

Final Frame

Pure hall me khamoshi.

Na baatein.
Na sawal.

Bas
do log,
ek bacha hua sach,
aur ek ladki jo ab safe hai.

Dono
aankhein band kar lete hain.

Raat
pehli baar
thodi si mehfooz lagti hai.

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Update 49



Agla Scene – Next Morning | Rathod ka Gussa

Subah ki roshni.
Rathod ka farmhouse phir se perfectly disciplined lag raha tha—
jaise raat ko jo kuch hua hi na ho.

Main gate ke paas
Rathod khud VIP guests ko alvida kar raha tha.

Har guest ke haath me
special gift hampers—
Indian mithai, silk stoles, handcrafted souvenirs.

Foreign guests
hansi-mazaak karte hue
Rathod se haath mila rahe the.

“Wonderful stay, Mr. Rathod.”
“India is amazing.”
“Your hospitality is unmatched.”

Ek-ek karke
luxury cars ka convoy farmhouse se nikal padta hai.


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Last Guest – Roger

Aakhri me wahi American businessman bachta hai—
Roger.

Rathod uske saath gate tak chalta hai.

Rathod (casual smile ke saath):
“So Roger… should I confirm our deal?”

Roger thoda ruk kar muskurata hai,
phir bolta hai:

“Rathod, I loved your hospitality.
India… Indian people… beautiful culture.”

Phir ek beat.

“But before we move ahead,
I’d like to meet your lady once more.
What was her name?”

Rathod bina palak jhapkaye:
“Girija.”

Roger hansi ke saath:
“Oh yes… Girija.
I would love to spend another evening with her.”

Rathod ke chehre par
ek bhaari, samajhne wali smile aati hai.

Wo haath badhata hai.
Handshake.

Roger car me baithta hai
aur convoy ke saath nikal jaata hai.


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Tone Shift

Roger ki car gate se bahar jaate hi
Rathod ka chehra patthar jaisa ho jaata hai.

Smile gayab.

Wo tez kadmon se andar palat ta hai.


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Underground Corridor

Lift neeche utarti hai.

Rathod corridor me aate hi
ruk jaata hai.

Uske saamne
wahi guards—
buri haalat me,
chotil, bandage lage hue,
aankhon me darr.

Rathod ka gussa phoot padta hai.

“Tum log ek randi bhi sambhaal nahi paaye?”
“Samajhte ho iska matlab kya hai?”

Guards sir jhuka kar khade hain.
Haath jode hue.

Rathod
Aisi konsi viagra khilai thi tumhe jo tumhare lodo me aag lag gayi behen ke lodo

Rathod ek injured guard ke paas jaata hai.

“Batao,”
“kaun thi wo?”
“Kaun log Avantika ko le gaye?”

Guard ka gala sookh jaata hai.
Darte hue bolta hai:

“Boss… humein nahi pata.
Wo log pehle kabhi yahan nahi dekhe gaye the.”

Rathod ka gussa aur badh jaata hai.

“Matlab…”
“koi aaya,
mera system tod ke gaya,
aur tum bas khade dekhte rahe?”
Tum logo ki behen ko to ab main randi banaunga, unhe pet se karunga, fir se randi banauga

Wo palat kar
apne dusre guards ko ishara karta hai.

“Le jao inhe.”

Dusre guards
chupchaap unhe pakad kar
corridor se bahar le jaate hain.


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End Frame

Rathod akela corridor me khada reh jaata hai.

Uski aankhon me
sirf ek cheez jal rahi hai—

Badla.

Camera dheere-dheere uske chehre par zoom karta hai.

Fade out.

Next Scene – Subah | Middle-Class Flat

Subah ki halki roshni
hall ke parde se andar aa rahi thi.

Kabeer sofe par leta hua tha.
Achanak uski aankh khulti hai.

Ek pal ke liye wo sirf ceiling dekhta hai…
aur phir pichhli raat ka har scene
ek saath dimaag me ghoom jaata hai.

Wo jhat se uth kar baithta hai
aur seedha bedroom ki taraf badhta hai.


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Bedroom

Avantika abhi bhi gehri neend me thi.
Uski saans dheemi aur regular thi.

Kabeer ek gehri saans leta hai—
jaise dil ko thoda sukoon mila ho.

Tabhi…
Anisha ka khayal.

Wo palat kar poore flat me nazar daudata hai.

Aur tab
kitchen se bartano ki halki khan-khan sunai deti hai.


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Kitchen

Kabeer dheere se kitchen me aata hai.

Anisha chulhe ke paas khadi
chai bana rahi hoti hai.

Aaj wo party wear me nahi thi.
Simple sa lamba gents kurta jo uske thighs par aake khatm ho raha tha or uske ass par wo tight ho chuka tha,
Niche se uski taangein Puri nangi thi,
baal khule,
bilkul natural.

Uski peeth Kabeer ki taraf thi.

Kabeer bas wahi khada ho kar
use dekhta rehta hai—
ek soft smile ke saath.

Phir dheere-dheere aage badhta hai
aur peeche se use hug kar leta hai.


---

Moment

Anisha ek second ke liye chonk jaati hai…
phir sharma jaati hai.

Uske haathon me chai ka cup tha,
aur Kabeer ke haath
uski kamar par aa jaate hain.

Kabeer uske kaan ke paas bolta hai,
“Good morning, baby.”

Anisha halki si muskurahat ke saath:
“Good morning…”

Kabeer usi hug me bolta hai,
“Subah-subah itna kaam?”

Anisha:
“Bas thoda sa…
tumhare liye, Avantika ke liye.”

Kabeer hug chhodta hai,
uske haath se chai ka cup le leta hai.

Muskurate hue:
“Ek baat kahu?”
“Tum… har kapdo me kamal lagti ho.”

Anisha baat samajh jaati hai.
Uske gaal aur zyada laal ho jaate hain.


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Ending Beat

Kabeer kitchen slab par baith jaata hai.
Anisha uski taraf mudti hai.

Dono ki aankhen milti hain.

Kabeer chai ki ek chuski leta hai
aur aankh maarte hue bolta hai:

“Hmm… kadak hai.”
“Bilkul… kal raat ke kiss jaise.”

Anisha sharmate hue use dekhti reh jaati hai.

Camera
Kabeer ke agli chai ki chuski par freeze hota hai.

Scene fade out.



Agla Scene – Bank Office | Lunch Time

Lunch break ke waqt bank ka floor thoda sa dheema ho chuka tha.
Kahin files band ho rahi thi, kahin chai ke cups ki awaaz,
aur kahin halki-fuski baatein.

Anushka apne cabin se nikal kar
routine walk par nikalti hai—
yeh uski aadat hai.

Wo dheere-dheere poore bank me chalti hai,
jaise sirf chal nahi rahi…
pad rahi ho logon ko.

Cash counter par baitha clerk—
uski aankhon ki ghabrahat.
Loan department ki senior lady—
chehre par chipki hui fake smile.
Security guard—
hamesha ki tarah zyada hi alert.

Anushka sab notice karti hai.
Har ek chehra,
har ek body language.

Uski nazar kuch der ke liye
door khade Sumeet par tik jaati hai.

Sumeet apni desk par baitha tha,
computer screen me ghusa hua,
bilkul normal.

Na koi nervousness.
Na koi overacting.
Na koi galti.

Anushka thoda aur observe karti hai…
par usse kuch bhi unusual mehsoos nahi hota.

Wo halki si saans chhodti hai,
jaise apni hi soch ko jhatak rahi ho.

Anushka (khud se, man hi man):
“Zyada soch rahi ho shayad…”

Wo wapas mudti hai
aur apne cabin me aa kar beth jaati hai.

Chair par baithte hi
uski nazar table par rakhi
ek purani file par padti hai—
uske papa ka naam likha hua.

Anushka file ko dekhti hai,
phir aankhen band karti hai
jaise kisi adhoore sawaal ko dabane ki koshish kar rahi ho.

Bahaar bank ka shor
wahi ka wahi hai…
lekin Anushka ke dimaag me
kuch dheere-dheere jag raha hai.

Scene end.

Agla Scene – Avantika ka Treatment | Sheher se door ek flat

Sheher ke shor se door,
ek quiet se flat me ek ajeeb si khamoshi thi—
wo khamoshi jo sirf dard aur umeed ke beech hoti hai.

Bedroom me Avantika bed par leti hui thi,
chehra peela,
saans dheemi…
aankhen khuli hui, par thaki hui.

Hall se door bell ki halki si awaaz aati hai.

Kabeer darwaza kholta hai.
Saamne uska doctor friend khada tha—
simple kapdon me,
bilkul low profile.

Doctor (halke tone me):
“Hey bro…”

Kabeer sirf haath milata hai,
na smile, na formality.

Doctor nazar andar dalta hai:
“Is condition me kaise pahuchi ye?”

Kabeer ek gehri saans leta hai:
“Long story bro…
baad me bataunga.”

Doctor kuch nahi poochta.
Bas seedha bedroom ki taraf badh jata hai.

Wo Avantika ke paas jaakar
BP check karta hai,
pulse dekhta hai,
aankhon ki reaction…
sab kuch quietly.

Doctor (serious hote hue):
“She’s extremely weak.
Dehydration, shock…
Isse admit karna padega.”

Kabeer turant bol padta hai:
“Wo possible nahi hai.”

Doctor hairaan hota hai:
“Kabeer, ye mazaak nahi hai—”

Kabeer thoda tez:
“Doctor, main jaanta hoon…
par hospital option me hi nahi hai.”

Doctor aur Kabeer ke beech
ek tense silence.

Tabhi Anisha aage badhti hai.

Anisha (shaant lekin firm):
“Ek kaam ho sakta hai.
Jo drip, injection aur medicines
aap hospital me dene wale ho…
wo yahin de do.”

Doctor kuch seconds sochta hai.
Room me sirf AC ki halki awaaz.

Doctor dheere se bolta hai:
“Risk hai…
par technically possible hai.”

Wo Kabeer ki taraf dekhta hai:
“Okay.
Main medicines arrange karta hoon.
Lekin strictly follow karna padega.”

Kabeer sir hila deta hai,
jaise ek bojh halka ho gaya ho.

Doctor aur Kabeer bahar nikal jaate hain
medicines lene.

Bedroom me sirf
Anisha aur Avantika reh jaati hain.

Avantika chupchaap sab dekh rahi thi.
Uski aankhon me sawaal hi sawaal.

Wo halki si awaaz me bolti hai:
“Tum log…
mere liye itna sab kyun kar rahe ho?”

Anisha bed ke paas aakar
jhuk jaati hai.

Anisha (soft smile ke saath):
“Kyuki…
yeh hi to kaam hai humara.
Har ladki ki madad karna.”

Avantika ki aankhen
achanak bheeg jaati hain.

Wo kuch kehna chahti hai
par awaaz saath nahi deti.

Anisha uske baal theek karti hai
aur pyar se ishara karti hai:
“So jao…
ab tum safe ho.”

Avantika dheere-dheere
apni aankhen band karti hai.

Anisha wahi baithi rehti hai—
jaise ek guard,
jaise ek behen.

Camera Avantika ke shaant chehre par rukta hai…
aur scene dheere se fade hota hai.

Scene end.

Agla Scene – Late Evening | Rahat ka Radio Show

Sheher dheere-dheere shaant ho raha tha.
Street lights jal chuki thi,
traffic ka shor kam ho gaya tha.

Radio Station – ON AIR sign glow karta hai.

Studio ke andar Rahat mic ke saamne baithi hai,
headphones ka ek side kaan par,
dusra thoda loose—
jaise wo awaazon ke saath apni soch ko bhi control me rakh rahi ho.

Uske chehre par professional smile…
par aankhon me thodi si thakaan,
thodi si gehraai.

Rahat (smooth radio voice me):
“Good evening, sheher walon…
Aap sun rahe ho Radio Zindagi
aur main hoon Rahat,
aaj ke is late evening show ‘Dil Se, Direct’ ke saath.”

Background me soft music fade hota hai.

Rahat:
“Traffic slow ho, dil heavy ho
ya bas akelepan ka saath ho—
call kariye, baat kariye.
Main yahin hoon.”

Phone line blink karti hai.

Rahat:
“Hello… first caller of the night?”

Caller 1 (energetic ladka):
“Rahat
Main Rohit bol raha hoon.
Aaj boss ne overtime karwa diya…
ab ghar jaake bhi mood off hai.”

Rahat (muskurate hue):
“To Rohit, overtime ka solution ek hi hota hai—
achha gaana.
Aapke liye ek energetic track,
aur yaad rakhiye…
boss office me hota hai,
dil me nahi.”

Caller hasta hai.
“Thank you ma’am, aap sach me mood theek kar deti ho.”

Song plays
—thoda upbeat, thoda freeing.

Song ke baad next call.

Caller 2 (middle-aged aurat):
“Beta, main apni beti ke liye call kar rahi hoon.
Wo strong hai…
par duniya use kamzor samajhti hai.
Main kaise use samjhaun ki wo galat nahi hai?”

Rahat ka chehra serious ho jata hai.
Wo thoda aage jhuk kar bolti hai.

Rahat:
“Aunty,
kabhi-kabhi sabse strong log
sabse zyada chup rehte hain.
Bas uski sunte rahiye…
aur use ye mehsoos karaiye
ki uska ghar uski safe jagah hai.”

Studio me ek chhota sa silence.
Caller ki awaaz bharra jaati hai.
“Shukriya beta…”

Rahat halki saans leti hai.

Next call – tone bilkul ulta.

Caller 3 (masti bhara):
“Rahat ji, agar main aapse coffee peene bolun
to radio band karwa dengi kya?”

Rahat hansi rok kar:
“Coffee?
Sir, pehle chai peene ki aadat daaliye…
coffee ke liye to appointment lagti hai.”

Studio me sab hans dete hain.

Caller:
“Matlab hope abhi baaki hai!”

Rahat:
“Radio pe sab kuch possible hota hai,
real life me thoda patience rakhna padta hai.”

Ek aur gaana play hota hai
—slow, soulful, late-night vibes wala.

Song ke dauran
camera Rahat ke chehre par rukta hai.

Wo mic ke saamne perfect hai,
par uski aankhon ke peeche
kal raat ka mission,
Avantika,
aur behen_code ka bojh
abhi bhi zinda hai.

Song khatam hota hai.

Rahat:
“Aur isi ke saath
aaj ke show ka last segment.
Yaad rakhiye—
raat jitni gehri ho,
subah utni hi kareeb hoti hai.”

ON AIR sign dheere se dim hota hai.

Rahat headphones utarti hai…
ek gehri saans leti hai.

Radio band hota hai,
par uski kahani
abhi chal rahi hai.

Scene fade out.

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Update 50


SCENE: FARMHOUSE – SECRET OFFICE (NEXT MORNING)

Farmhouse ka upper wing.
Party ke baad ka sannata.
Glass ke tukde, adhi saaf hui jagah, par ek private office bilkul intact.

Rathod table ke saamne khada hai.
Face par gussa nahi—
cold calculation.

Uske saamne ek tech-recovery expert baitha hai.
Laptop open.
Multiple hard drives connected.

Tech Expert (low voice):
“Sir, control room ke systems jalaye gaye the…
lekin aag planned thi.
Poora destruction nahi hua.”

Rathod ki aankhon me chamak.

Tech Expert:
“Backup server main system se alag tha.
Cloud mirror bhi tha—
encrypted, par intact.”

Screen par footage load hoti hai.
Glitchy… fragmented… par CLEAR ENOUGH.


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CCTV FOOTAGE — SLOW MOTION GLIMPSES

Lift ka door khulna

Do ladkiyaan trays ke saath

Guards ka distracted hona

Ek ladki ka confident walk

Ek ladki ka sharp eye movement

Mask, uniform, movement pattern


Frame freeze hota hai.

Rathod screen ke paas aata hai.

Rathod (dheere):
“Yeh koi amateurs nahi the.”

Tech expert ek aur clip open karta hai.

Rahat ka side profile

Ishani ka posture

Lift button press — underground


Rathod ki muskurahat slowly dangerous ban jaati hai.

Rathod:
“Women support group…”
(halki hansi)
“Cute.”


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CUT TO: RATHOD’S PHONE

Rathod ek number dial karta hai.

Ring…
Ring…


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SCENE: UNKNOWN LOCATION – DARK ROOM

Ek aadmi kursi par pair faila kar baitha hai.
Table par cigarette, revolver, security officer badge—
purana, ghisa hua.

Naam plate:
RIZA
(Ex-Cop)

Phone vibrate karta hai.

Riza bina screen dekhe call uthata hai.

Riza:
“Bol.”

Rathod (calm):
“Mujhe meri ladki wapas chahiye.
Aur jo use le gaye—
un sab ke naam.”

Riza hansi hansi me cigarette jalata hai.

Riza:
“security officer me hota to file khol leta.
Ab ex-cop hoon…
toh seedha haddiyan todta hoon.”

Rathod ke chehre par satisfaction.

Rathod:
“CCTV recovery mil gayi hai.
Faces nahi…
par patterns clear hain.”

Rathod footage ke screenshots forward karta hai.


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RIZA – FOOTAGE DEKHTE HUYE

Riza screen par zoom karta hai.
Pause.
Rewind.
Frame-by-frame.

Riza (khud se):
“Confidence…
planning…
andar ka access…”

Wo cigarette extinguish karta hai.

Riza (call par):
“Yeh ladkiyaan court nahi jayengi.
Yeh pehle bhi kuch cases me ghusi hongi.”

Rathod:
“Mujhe sirf ek cheez chahiye, Riza.”

Riza:
“Naam ya laashe?”

Ek beat.

Rathod (cold):
“Dono.”


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SCENE: RIZA KA DECISION

Riza uthta hai.
Wall se ek old map nikalta hai—city zones marked.

Riza:
“Yeh ladkiyaan professional hain…
par ek cheez bhool jaati hain.”

Rathod:
“Kya?”

Riza (arrogant smile):
“System sirf unka dushman nahi hota.
System ke gire hue log
sabse zyada dangerous hote hain.”

Riza apna jacket uthata hai.
Gun load karta hai.

Riza:
“24 ghante do.
Main pehle unka network trace karunga…
phir unke ghar.”

Call cut.


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FINAL SHOT

Rathod window ke paas khada hai.
Bahar city dikh rahi hai.

Uske haath me Avantika ka ek purana bracelet.

Rathod (low whisper):
“Game ab shuru hua hai.”

Camera pull back.

END SCENE — COUNTER TRAP ACTIVATED

SCENE 2: AVANTIKA – THE COMPLETE TRUTH (SAME DAY, AFTERNOON)

Middle-class flat.
Curtains aadhi band.
Room me shaanti hai—lekin heavy.

Avantika bed par baithi hai.
Drip chal rahi hai.
Face weak hai, par aankhein clear hain.

Anisha chair par baithi hai,
poora focus Avantika par.

Avantika gehri saans leti hai.

Avantika:
“Main tumhe sab bataungi.
Kuch bhi chhupa ke nahi.”

Anisha aage jhukti hai.

Anisha (soft but firm):
“Hum sunne ke liye hi yahan hain.”

Avantika bolna shuru karti hai—
aur har line ke saath hawa bhari ho jaati hai.

Avantika:
“Rathod sirf mujhe blackmail nahi kar raha tha.
Wo girls supply network chala raha hai.”

Anisha ka chehra sakht ho jaata hai.

Avantika:
“Foreign businessmen…
private parties…
aur jo ladki mana kare—
use nasha, videos, threats.”

Wo rukti hai.
Phir seedha Anisha ki aankhon me dekhti hai.

Iske baad Avantika ka jo bolti hai,
Anisha ki aankhein badi hoti jati hai

Anisha samajh chuki thi—
yeh sirf rescue nahi, war evidence hai.

Wo turant phone uthati hai.

SCENE 3: BEHEN_CODE – FACE-TO-FACE MEET

Location: Wahi middle-class flat (Kabeer ke uncle ka), SAME DAY – EVENING

Flat ke hall me shaam ki halki si roshni faili hui hai.
Curtains aadhe khule hain.
Ek corner me sofa, ek side par dining table.
Avantika bedroom me aaram kar rahi hai.

Hall me Anisha khadi hai, phone haath me.
Uski awaaz me urgency hai, par panic nahi.

Anisha (call par):
“Main tum sab ko yahin bula rahi hoon.
Avantika ready hai…
wo sab batana chahti hai, face to face.”

Cut.


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MONTAGE – REACTIONS

Arti apne bedroom me, saas ki awaaz kitchen se aa rahi hai.
Wo phone dekhti hai, screen band karti hai—
majboori, gussa, helplessness.

Anushka bank ke cabin me files ke beech khadi hai.
Uska phone vibrate karta hai, wo ek nazar dekhti hai—
phir window ki taraf dekhti hai.
Duty aur zimmedari ke beech phansi hui.



---

BACK TO FLAT

Doorbell bajti hai.

Anisha door kholti hai.

Rahat aur Ishani saamne khadi hain.
Dono ke chehre par serious expressions—
yeh casual visit nahi hai.

Anisha bina kuch kahe unhe andar le aati hai.

Anisha:
“Sirf tum dono aa paayi?”

Rahat:
“Arti ghar se nikal nahi sakti.
Anushka office me phansi hui hai.”

Ishani (seedha):
“Par jo bhi sunna hai…
hum poori tarah sunne aaye hain.”

Kabeer paas hi khada tha.
Wo sir hila kar unhe greet karta hai.

Kabeer:
“Avantika bedroom me hai.
Stable hai… par weak.”

Rahat aur Ishani ek dusre ki taraf dekhte hain—
ek silent understanding.


---

BEDROOM – CONTINUOUS

Avantika bed par baithi hai.
Face pale hai, par aankhon me clarity.

Rahat use dekhte hi ruk jaati hai—
us raat ka flash ek pal ke liye.

Rahat dheere se aage badhti hai.

Rahat (soft):
“Ab kaisi ho?”

Avantika halki si smile karti hai.

Avantika:
“Zinda hoon…
shayad isi liye sach bol pa rahi hoon.”

Ishani paas chair kheench kar baith jaati hai.
Anisha Avantika ke paas hi khadi rehti hai.

Avantika bina role-play ke bolna shuru karti hai—
seedha, saaf, bina aansuon ke.

Avantika:
“Rathod sirf mujhe nahi tod raha tha.
Wo ladkiyon ka ek poora network chala raha hai.
Foreign clients… private parties…
aur jo ladki mana kare—
use drugs, videos, threats.”

Rahat ki ungliyaan dheere dheere mutthi ban jaati hain.

Avantika:
“Uske paas ek digital vault hai.
Videos, names, payments—sab kuch.
Agar wo data court tak pahunch gaya…
toh Rathod ka khel khatam.”

Ishani aankhon me direct focus ke saath poochti hai:

Ishani:
“Vault kahan hai?”

Avantika:
“City office.
Basement ke niche.
Biometric aur manual key—dono.”

Room me ek gehri khamoshi chha jaati hai.


---

HALL – A FEW SECONDS LATER

Rahat, Ishani aur Anisha saath khadi hain.
Kabeer thoda door, lekin sun raha hai.

Rahat:
“Court hearing me sirf 2–3 din bache hain.”

Ishani:
“Aur Rathod tab tak chup nahi baithega.”

Anisha ek saans leti hai—
phir bolti hai, bilkul clear tone me:

Anisha:
“Toh decide hai.
Is baar hum sirf bachane nahi ja rahe.
Is baar hum proof laayenge.”

Rahat uski taraf dekhti hai—
aankhon me wahi purana fire.

Rahat:
“Behen_Code active rehta hai…
chahe poora group saath ho ya nahi.”

Ishani halki si smile karti hai.

Ishani:
“72 hours.
Ya hum jeetenge…
ya Rathod history banega.”

Camera dheere dheere bedroom ke closed door par jaakar rukta hai—
andar Avantika aaram kar rahi hai.

Clock ki tick-tick sunai deti hai.

TIME IS RUNNING.

SCENE: CITY — LATE EVENING / NIGHT CONTINUES

Riza ek chhoti si chai ki tapri par khada hai.
Mobile haath me.
Face par wohi arrogant, thanda confidence.

Uske saamne ek ladka khada hai — local informer type.

Informer (low voice):
“Naam — Rahat.
Radio station me kaam karti hai.
Roz ka route fixed hai.
Rehti yahin paas me… gali number 6.”

Riza bina reaction diye paise aage badha deta hai.

Riza:
“Family?”

Informer:
“Conservative log.
Baap ghar par rehta hai.
Zyada movement nahi.”

Riza halki si muskurahat deta hai.

Riza (khud se):
“Perfect.”


---

SCENE: RAHAT KI GALI – NIGHT

Gali me peeli street light.
Thoda sannata.
Door-door tak cycle, chhoti dukanein band.

Gali ke entrance par ek aadmi khada hai —
Riza.

Normal kapde.
Haath me akhbaar.
Bilkul aam aadmi jaisa.

Wo ghar ke andar nahi jata.
Bas khada rehta hai.
Observe karta hai.


---

CUT TO: ANISHA KA FLAT – NIGHT

Darwaza band hota hai.

Rahat aur Ishani bahar nikalti hain.
Donon thaki hui, par thodi relieved.

Ishani:
“Avantika thodi better lag rahi thi aaj.”

Rahat:
“Haan… par fight abhi khatam nahi hui.”


BACK TO: RIZA — SAME MOMENT

Riza akhbaar upar uthata hai.
Headline padhta hua dikhta hai—
par aankhein sirf ek jagah focused.

Rahat.

Wo chal rahi hai…
Normal walk…
Dupatta sambhalte hue…
Phone bag me rakhte hue.

Riza akbaar ke edge se uska posture, uski body language, uska confidence notice karta hai.

Riza (inner thought):
“Leader vibes…
Decision-maker.”

Rahat uske bilkul paas se nikal jaati hai.
Sirf ek second ke liye—
Rahat ki nazar Riza par padti hai.

Par kuch alag nahi lagta.
Sirf ek aadmi…
akbaar…
gali…

Rahat bina ruke aage badh jaati hai.


---

SLOW MOTION

Rahat ke footsteps door hote jaate hain.


Riza akbaar dheere se neeche karta hai.

Uski aankhon me ek dangerous interest.

Riza (low whisper):
“Mil liya…
ab baari hai samajhne ki.”


RIZA MONOLOGUE

Riza:
“Target confirm.
Female.
Radio background.
Strong network.”

Pause.

Riza:
“Ab main group trace karunga.
Ek-ek karke.”


FINAL SHOT

Riza gali se ulta mud kar chala jaata hai.
Street light ke neeche se guzarta hua—
uska chehra aadha roshni me, aadha andhere me.

Camera Rahat ke ghar par rukta hai.
Lights on hain.
Sab normal lag raha hai.

Par game shuru ho chuka hai.

NEXT SCENE — ISHAANI KA TRAIL

(Silent danger, psychological tension, no one aware)


---

SCENE: CITY STREET – NEXT DAY – CONTINUOUS FLOW

Subah ka time.
Traffic normal.
Log apni life me busy.

Ishani apni scooty par helmet pehne hue nikalti hai.
Phone earphone me laga hua — halki si music.

Camera uske peeche se follow karta hai.


---

CUT TO: DISTANCE SHOT

Thodi door par ek black bike traffic ke beech smoothly move karti hai.

Rider ka helmet ka visor dark hai.
Face dikhta nahi.

Bike kabhi paas…
kabhi door…

RIZA.


---

SCENE: ISHAANI – MOVING POV

Ishani signal par rukti hai.
Phone check karti hai — ek missed call from Restaurant Manager.

Wo call back nahi karti.
Scooty start hoti hai.

Bike bhi signal cross karti hai —
do vehicles peeche.


---

SCENE: RIZA – BIKE POV

Riza side mirror me Ishani ko dekh raha hai.

Riza (inner):
“Model…
Restaurant…
Scooty…
No bodyguard.
Soft target… but not weak.”

Wo bike thodi left leta hai.
Overtake nahi karta.
Bas pattern read karta hai.


---

SCENE: RESTAURANT – DAY

Ishani scooty park karti hai.
Helmet utarti hai.
Hair flip.

Wo restaurant ke andar chali jaati hai.


---

CUT TO: OPPOSITE SIDE CAFE

Riza bike park karta hai.
Helmet nahi utarta.

Cafe ke bahar ek table par baith jata hai.
Black coffee.

Door ke glass se restaurant ka entrance clearly visible.

Camera slow zoom on Riza’s eyes —
calculating… scanning…


---

MONTAGE: RIZA OBSERVES

Ishani customers se baat karti hui

Manager se halki behes

Ek waiter ko instructions

Ek customer se forced smile


Riza (inner):
“Independent.
Dominant.
Emotionally involved.
Group ka second pillar.”


---

SCENE: RESTAURANT EXIT – AFTERNOON

Ishani bahar nikalti hai.
Phone kaan par.

Ishani:
“Haan Rahat…
aaj evening radio ke baad milte hain…”

Riza ka expression slightly sharp hota hai.


---

SCENE: RIZA – LOW VOICE

Riza phone uthata hai.
Ek number dial karta hai.

Riza:
“Confirm ho gaya.
Radio wali ke baad ye second hai.”

Pause.

Riza:
“Ab group ka map banega.”

Call cut.


---

SCENE: STREET – MOVING AGAIN

Ishani scooty par wapas nikalti hai.
Bike phir peeche.

Is baar thoda paas.

Ishani side mirror dekhti hai.
Ek second ke liye bike notice karti hai…

Par traffic me bike common hai.
Wo dhyaan hata leti hai.


---

CLOSE ON: RIZA

Helmet ke andar ek cold smile.

Riza (whisper):
“Tumhe lag raha hai tum free ho…
par tum already mere frame me ho.”


---

END SHOT

Scooty aage badhti hai.
Bike peeche.

City normal chal rahi hai.
Kisi ko kuch pata nahi.

But the net is tightening.


---

? STATUS AFTER THIS SCENE

✔️ Riza ne Ishani ka daily route decode kar liya

✔️ Radio station + restaurant connect ho gaya

❌ Behen_Code still completely unaware

NEXT ACTION SE PAHLE SETUP

(Tension • Decision • Point of No Return)


---

SCENE: ARTI KI HOME LIBRARY – SAME EVENING

Shaam ka waqt.
Library me peeli warm light jal rahi hai.
Bookshelves ke beech ek chhota sa table.
Table par chai ke teen cup — jinme se bhap uth rahi hai, par kisi ne haath tak nahi lagaya.

Arti kursi par baithi hai.
Laptop band.
Phone side me pada hua.

Rahat ek shelf ke paas khadi hai,
arms folded.
Face serious.

Ishani sofa ke edge par baithi hai,
pair restless.


---

DIALOGUE CONTINUOUS

Ishani (low but clear):
“Anisha ne sab detail me bataya…
Avantika kaise waha rakhi gayi thi…
kaun kaun involved tha…”

Rahat:
“Aur yeh bhi ki Rathod sirf ek aadmi nahi hai,
poora system uske sath khada hai.”


---

CUT TO: ARTI

Arti ki aankhen dheere dheere bheeg jati hain.
Wo apni chai ki cup ko dekhti hai —
phir cup ko side me kar deti hai.

Arti (thoda broken):
“Tum dono samajh rahi ho na…
yeh sirf bravery ka case nahi hai.”

Pause.

Arti:
“Yeh directly maut ko challenge karna hai.”


---

SILENCE

Room me sirf wall clock ki tick-tick.

Rahat Arti ko gaur se dekhti hai.
Ishani bhi.

Dono wait kar rahi hain…
ki Arti kya bolegi.


---

ARTI – INNER CONFLICT

Arti (slow, heavy):
“Main soch rahi hoon…
hum kaha fans gaye hain.”

She looks up.

Arti:
“Agar thodi si bhi galti hui…
to hum usi vault me band ho jayenge.”

Arti (voice cracks):
“Na phone…
na madad…
na koi gawah.”

Arti:
“Rathod humein maar kar wahi dafna dega…
aur duniya ko pata bhi nahi chalega.”


---

CUT TO: RAHAT

Rahat ek kadam aage badhti hai.

Rahat (firm):
“Par hum aise baith bhi nahi sakte, Arti.”

Rahat:
“Time almost khatam ho chuka hai.”


---

RAHAT – PRESSURE POINT

Rahat:
“Vicky ka case hum sambhal lenge.
Usme humare paas proof hai…
timeline hai…
faces hai.”

Rahat (intense):
“Par Avantika…”

She stops for a beat.

Rahat:
“Avantika ko bekasoor sabit karne ke liye
sirf ek hi rasta bacha hai.”


---

ISHANI JOINS

Ishani:
“Rathod ke khilaaf solid proof.”

Ishani:
“Direct.
Un-deniable.
Aisa proof jo court ignore na kar sake.”


---

CAMERA: ARTI KE FACE PAR ZOOM

Arti ki aankhon me darr hai…
par us darr ke neeche kuch aur bhi hai —
decision.

Arti (deep breath):
“Chalo.”

Rahat aur Ishani ek saath dekhti hain.

Arti (serious, steady):
“Jo hoga…
milke face karenge.”


---

BEAT

Arti:
“Par usse pehle…”

She slightly leans forward.


---

ARTI – REVELATION

Arti:
“Humein kisi aur ki bhi madad leni hogi.”


---

REACTION SHOT

Rahat aur Ishani
— dono ke chehre par sawal.

Rahat:
“Kis ki?”

Ishani:
“Kaun?”


---

ARTI – LOW, CONTROLLED VOICE

Camera dheere dheere Arti ke face ke aur paas aata hai.

Arti:
“Jo system ko samajhta ho…
jo Rathod jaise logon ka game pehle bhi dekh chuka ho…”

Pause.

Arti:
“Aur jo iss baar beech ka rasta na chune.”


---

END SHOT

Room me phir se silence.
Par ab yeh silence decision ka hai —
darr ka nahi.

Outside, shaam gehri ho rahi hai.

Storm is being prepared.

[Greenwood]

Update 51

NEXT SCENE — SHADOWS MOVING

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SCENE 1: RIZA — INFORMATION MONTAGE

Fast cuts. No background score at first — sirf city ke ambient sounds.

— Riza ek chai ki tapri par khada hai.

security officer uniform nahi.

Casual kapde.

Akhbaar table par khula hua.

Wo chai wale se casually puchhta hai —

“Yaha radio wali ladki roz aati hai?”

Chai wala bas haan me sir hila deta hai.

Riza bas note kar leta hai.

Aankhon me ek thandi si chamak.

---

— Cut:

Riza ek purani building ke neeche.

Watchman ke saath cigarette share karta hua.

Riza (normal tone):

“Yaha ek model type ladki rehti thi na…

Scooty wali?”

Watchman bina shak ke bol deta hai —

“Arre haan haan… Ishani.”

Riza ka haath dheere se jeb me jata hai.

Naam tick ho jata hai.

---

— Cut:

Riza ek cyber café me.

Computer screen par social media profiles.

Photos.

Tagged locations.

Rahat.

Ishani.

Riza ka reflection screen me dikhta hai —

expression bilkul blank.

---

— Cut:

Riza car me baitha hua.

Phone par kisi se baat.

Unknown Voice:

“Donon ladkiyan zyada saath rehne lagi hain.”

Riza (cold smile):

“Bas itna kaafi hai.”

Call cut.

---

— Final montage shot:

Riza ek flyover ke neeche khada.

Sheher upar chal raha hai.

Wo neeche — shikaar ke sabr me.

Riza (under breath):

“Ab dekhte hain…

kaun kiski saans pehle rukti hai.”

---

SCENE 2: BANK — ANUSHKA

Tone suddenly normal, routine, almost safe.

Bank ka interior.

Lunch ke baad ka time.

Anushka apni desk par baithi hai.

Files arrange kar rahi hai.

System update kar rahi hai.

Sab kuch normal.

Tabhi phone ring hota hai.

She picks up.

---

CALL SCENE

Anushka (professional):

“Yes, good afternoon. Anushka this side.”

Dusri taraf se client ki awaz — thodi hurried.

Client (phone):

“Meeting jo humne bank me rakhi thi…

wo cancel samjhiye.”

Anushka ruk jaati hai.

Anushka:

“Cancel? Sir, but sab arrangements ho chuke hain—”

Client:

“Meeting ab city ke bahar shift ho gayi hai.

Out of town.”

Anushka ka expression change hota hai.

Aankhen alert.

Anushka:

“Sir, agar aap chahen to hum location adjust kar sakte hain—”

Client (cutting):

“No. Decision final hai.”

Call end.

---

AFTERMATH

Anushka phone ko dheere se table par rakhti hai.

Uski aankhon me frustration nahi —

alarm hai.

Wo kursi par thoda piche lean karti hai.

Anushka (inner voice):

“Yahi mauka tha…”

Wo window se bahar dekhti hai.

Anushka (low, determined):

“Wahi insaan…

jo mujhe marna chahta hai.”

Uski ungli table par dheere se tap karti hai.

Game miss ho gaya hai.

Par war nahi.

---

END SCENE NOTE

Is sheher me:

Riza shikar ko map kar raha hai

Anushka ka shikar khud bhaag nikla hai

AGLA SCENE — THE LAST MEETING (BEFORE ACTION)

Location: Arti ki home library

Time: Late night — sheher almost quiet

Library ki lights dim hain.

Table par ek rough blueprint printout, kuch handwritten notes, aur ek laptop khula hua.

Rahat, Arti aur Ishani table ke teenon taraf baithe hain.

Chehron par tension nahi — tayyari hai.

Laptop screen par Anisha ka video call on hai.

Avantika piche bed par so rahi hai.

---

PLAN DISCUSSION

Arti (calm, focused):

“Rathod ka office public building jaisa dikhta hai…

lekin andar se fortress hai.”

Wo blueprint par ungli rakhti hai.

Arti:

“Ground floor reception — waha entry easy hai.

Problem start hoti hai second floor se.”

---

Ishani (confident smile):

“Second floor pe sirf staff access hai.

Par fashion event ke contracts ke chalte…

outsiders ka aana jaana chalu rehta hai.”

Rahat Ishani ko dekhti hai — samajh jaati hai.

Rahat:

“Decoy entry.”

Ishani sir hila deti hai.

---

ROLES CLEAR

Arti:

“Ishani — tum front entry logi.

Model coordination, sponsor paperwork…

tumhara face hi kaafi hai logon ko confuse karne ke liye.”

Ishani (half-smirk):

“Confusion is my superpower.”

---

Arti Rahat ki taraf mudti hai.

Arti:

“Rahat — tum service corridor se jaogi.

Office ke piche ka maintenance lift…

wo directly vault floor ke paas drop karti hai.”

Rahat (serious):

“Vault tak pahuchna sabse risky hoga.”

---

Arti (steady):

“Isliye timing sabse important hai.

Sirf 7 minutes.”

Table par Arti ek circle banati hai — VAULT.

---

VAULT STRATEGY

Arti:

“Vault biometric + code hai.

Biometric hum bypass nahi karenge.”

Rahat Ishani dono Arti ko dekhte hain.

Arti:

“Hum biometric owner ko hi use karenge.”

Ek beat of silence.

Ishani:

“Rathod?”

Arti:

“Nahi.

Uska trusted accounts head.”

Rahat dheere se saans leti hai.

Rahat:

“Risk high hai…

lekin proof bhi wahi hoga.”

---

ANISHA ON VIDEO CALL

Screen par Anisha bolti hai, thodi anxious.

Anisha:

“Main bhi aa sakti hoon agar—”

Arti turant interrupt karti hai, soft but firm.

Arti:

“Nahi, Anisha.

Tumhari jagah yaha nahi hai.”

Anisha chup ho jaati hai.

Arti (gentle):

“Tum Avantika ke saath raho.

Wo safe rahe — wahi tumhara mission hai.”

Anisha haan me sir hila deti hai.

Uski aankhon me bharosa hai.

---

FINAL MOMENT

Room me phir se silence.

Arti table se uthti hai.

Dono ladkiyon ko dekhti hai — ek ek karke.

Arti (slow, weighted tone):

“Yeh humara aakhiri mission ho sakta hai.”

Rahat aur Ishani dono ek saath sir hila dete hain.

No fear. No doubt.

Arti (final line):

“Isliye…

ise anjaam bhi wesa hi denge.”

Camera teenon ke chehron par slow pan karta hai.

Teen alag kahaniyan.

Ek hi raasta.

CUT TO BLACK.

AGLA SCENE — ANISHA & KABEER (THE NIGHT BEFORE)

Location: Sheher se door wahi flat

Time: Late night

Bedroom ka darwaza dheere se band hota hai.

Click. Lock.

Avantika dawai le chuki hai, gehri neend me hai.

Kabeer aur Anisha hall me aakar chupchaap sofa par baith jaate hain.

Kuch pal tak dono me se koi kuch nahi bolta.

Sirf wall clock ki halki tick-tick.

---

Anisha apni ungliyon ko aapas me masalne lagti hai.

Uske chehre par wo tension hai jo bolne se zyada mehsoos hoti hai.

Kabeer (soft):

“Thak gayi ho?”

Anisha halki si muskurahat ke saath sir hila deti hai.

Anisha:

“Thakan nahi…

bas mann bhari hui feeling hai.”

Kabeer uski taraf thoda sa jhukta hai.

Kabeer:

“Sab kuch ek saath aa gaya hai na?”

Anisha uski baat par nazar utha kar dekhti hai.

---

Anisha (dheemi awaaz me):

“Kal ka din…

mere liye sabse bada din hone wala hai, Kabeer.”

Kabeer chup rehta hai, bas sunta hai.

Anisha:

“Arti… Rahat… Ishani…

jo kaam karne ja rahi hain na…

uska anjaam kuch bhi ho sakta hai.”

Uski aankhon me halki si nami aa jaati hai.

Anisha:

“Agar kuch galat ho gaya to—”

---

Kabeer turant uske haath par apna haath rakh deta hai.

Strong. Warm. Reassuring.

Kabeer (firm but gentle):

“Kuch galat nahi hoga.”

Anisha uski taraf dekhti hai.

Kabeer:

“Tumhari dost hain wo…

aur tum jaanti ho na,

tum log galat cheez ke liye kabhi ladti hi nahi ho.”

---

Anisha apna haath uske haathon ke upar rakh deti hai.

Is baar zyada der ke liye.

Anisha (soft smile ke saath):

“Tumhare saath baith ke…

thoda sa halka lagta hai.”

Kabeer dheere se jhukta hai

aur Anisha ke mathe par ek halka sa kiss karta hai.

No hurry.

No demand.

Bas care.

---

Anisha aankhein band kar leti hai.

Fir dheere se apna sir Kabeer ke shoulder par tika deti hai.

Anisha:

“Bas kal sab theek ho jaaye…”

Kabeer apna sir uske sir se halka sa laga deta hai.

Kabeer:

“Ho jaayega.

Aur chahe jo bhi ho…

tum akeli nahi ho.”

Hall me phir se khamoshi cha jaati hai.

Is baar khamoshi bhari nahi — safe hai.

Camera dheere se door jaata hai.

Do log…

ek raat…

aur agla din — jo sab kuch badalne wala hai.

FADE OUT.

AGLA SCENE — SAME NIGHT

Location: Arti–Abhishek ka bedroom

Time: Late night

Bedroom ka darwaza dheere se band hota hai.

Abhishek jaise hi room ke andar aata hai,

Arti bina kuch kahe seedha aage badh kar uske gale lag jaati hai.

Abhishek thoda sa surprise hota hai, phir muskura deta hai.

Abhishek (mazaak me):

“Ohh madam… aaj to bada pyaar aa raha hai.”

Arti koi jawaab nahi deti.

Bas dheere se apna chehra utha kar Abhishek ke honthon ko kiss kar leti hai.

Abhishek ka mazaak wahi ruk jaata hai.

Wo bhi Arti ko aur paas kheench leta hai.

Ek gehra sa saans…

aur phir Abhishek Arti ko god me utha leta hai, kiss ko todne nahi deta.

Arti instinctively apne dono pair Abhishek ki kamar me kas leti hai,

jaise use chhodna hi nahi chahti ho.

Abhishek use sambhalte hue

bed ki taraf badhne lagta hai.

— Soft light, close frames.

Abhishek Arti ke shoulder par jhukta hai, kapde dheere se sarakte hain… ek gentle kiss

Arti ka black bra strap nazar aata hai, jo abhishek choom leta hai

CUT TO BLACK.

— Neck ke paas ek lamha.

Abhishek Arti ke gale ke paas rukta hai, Arti ki saans tez ho jaati hai,

ek halki si “ahh…” uske honthon se nikalti hai.

CUT TO BLACK.

— Blanket ke neeche silhouttes.

Dono ek blanket me lipte hue, pasina, saansen,

mohabbat ka pressure, Abhishek ka loda Arti ke bahut andar tak pahuch chuka tha, Arti ke dard bhare expression is baat ka saboot de rahe they, Abhishek ki aankhein band tk Arti ki aankho me pyaar or dard dono,

Abhishek ek or tez jhatka marta hai or uske lode se garam dhar Arti ki choot ko bharne lagti hai.... Abhishek wahi Arti ki aankho me dekhne lagta hai

CUT TO BLACK.

— Stillness.

Abhishek Arti ke bagal me soya hua, dono shaant.

Arti uske baalon ko sehlaati hai, aankhon me neend aur fikr dono.

Arti (mann hi mann, halki si awaaz):

“Kal kuch bhi ho sakta hai…

lekin tum kabhi mere liye rona mat,

na meri fikr karna... Bas tum apna or sabka khyaal rakhna.

— Room ki light dheere dheere dim hoti hai.

Khamoshi, saans, aur raat.

FADE OUT.

AGLA SCENE — RAHAT & FAMILY (LATE NIGHT)

Raat ka sannata.

Poora ghar so chuka tha.

Rahat nange pair, bina awaaz kiye, abba Imdad ke kamre me aati hai.

Imdad aur Rukhsana dono gehri neend me hain.

Ceiling fan ki halki si awaaz… aur purani deewaron par padti soft roshni.

Rahat abba ke paas zameen par baith jaati hai.

Uska chehra kuch pal ke liye sakht, phir pighal jata hai.

Wo Imdad ko jee bhar ke dekhti hai—

wo chehra jo hamesha sakhti me chhupa raha,

par jiske peeche kabhi na kabhi fikar aur darr bhi raha hoga.

Rahat ka monologue, bilkul dheere, jaise khud se baat kar rahi ho:

Rahat (soft, bhari hui awaaz):

“Abba…

aap hamesha kehte ho duniya buri hai…

ladkiyon ke liye aur bhi buri.

Shayad aap sahi ho.

Lekin kya har baar dar ke peeche chhup jana hi zindagi hoti hai?”

Wo rukti hai… saans sambhalti hai.

“Main aapki izzat banna chahti thi,

lekin aapke liye main sirf zimmedari ban kar reh gayi.

Aapko lagta hai main zid karti hoon,

par sach ye hai abba…

main sirf jeena chahti hoon,

apni sharton par…

bina jhoot bole, bina chhup ke.”

Uski aankhein bhar aati hain.

“Mujhe nahi pata

aap kabhi mujhe samajh paoge ya nahi…

ya shayad tab samjhoge

jab main thak jaungi…

ya toot jaungi.”

Rahat ki aankh se ek aansu nikalta hai—

aur seedha Imdad ke haath par tapak jata hai.

Ek chhota sa lamha.

Imdad ki ungliyaan halki si hilti hain.

Rahat ka dil ek pal ko tham sa jata hai.

Wo turant apne aansu pochh leti hai,

jaise pakde jaane ka darr ho.

Rahat dheere se khadi hoti hai,

ek aakhri baar abba ko dekhti hai.

Rahat (mann hi mann):

“Main aapki beti hoon abba…

galat nahi.”

Wo bina awaaz kiye kamre se bahar nikal jaati hai.

Camera kuch pal Imdad ke haath par ruka rehta hai,

jahan aansu ka nishaan abhi bhi maujood hai.

CUT TO BLACK.

AGLA SCENE — ISHANI (SAME NIGHT, BEFORE THE MISSION)

Raat ka waqt.

City ke shor se door, Ishani apne flat ki balcony me khadi hai.

Neeche sadak par kabhi-kabhi gaadiyon ki headlight chamak jaati hai.

Halki si thandi hawa uske baalon ko hila deti hai.

Ishani balcony ki railing par dono haath tikaye hue hai,

aankhein band…

jaise khud ko samet rahi ho.

Aur phir—

FLASHBACK STARTS

Chhoti Ishani (8–9 saal)

Ek chhota sa ghar.

Subah ki dhoop.

Uska baap use kandhon par bithaye hue hai.

Dono haste hue park ki taraf ja rahe hain.

Baap (hans kar):

“Strong banna seekho Ishu…

duniya strong logon se hi darti hai.”

Chhoti Ishani zor se hans padti hai.

Uski hansi me suraksha hai…

bharosa hai.

Next frame—

Baap use cycle chalana sikha raha hai.

Ishani girti hai, ghutna chhil jata hai.

Baap turant use utha leta hai,

uske ghutne par phoonk maarta hai.

Baap:

“Rona nahi…

girna bura nahi hota,

gir ke na uthna bura hota hai.”

Ishani ke chehre par aansu ke beech ek smile.

FLASHBACK SHIFTS

Ghar ka mahaul badla hua.

Tez awaazein.

Maa-baap ka jhagda.

Maa (gusse me):

“Tum kabhi ghar par hote hi nahi ho!”

Baap (thaka hua):

“Main ye sab is ghar ke liye hi kar raha hoon!”

Chhoti Ishani darwaze ke peeche chhupi hui hai.

Uske kaan band hain, par awaazein fir bhi andar ghus rahi hain.

Agla frame—

Suitcases.

Maa ro rahi hai.

Baap ka chehra sakht.

Judge ki awaaz (fade me):

“Divorce granted.”

Chhoti Ishani courtroom ke bahar beech me khadi—

na maa ki taraf poori,

na baap ki taraf poori.

FLASHBACK — AFTER DIVORCE

Naya ghar.

Shaam ka waqt.

Ishani college se laut kar aati hai—

ghar khaali.

Na maa.

Na baap.

Bas ek note table par:

“Late ho jaungi.”

Ishani bag neeche rakh kar

khud ke liye khana nikaalti hai.

TV chalu karti hai—

sirf awaaz ke liye.

Birthday ka scene—

Cake table par rakha hai.

Candle jali hui.

Ishani khud hi claps karti hai,

khud hi candle bujhati hai.

Uski aankhon me sawal—

“Mere liye pyaar itna mushkil kyun tha?”

FLASHBACK ENDS

BACK TO PRESENT

Ishani ki aankhein khul jaati hain.

Unme aansu bhare hain, par chehra bilkul shaant.

Wo dheere se bolti hai—

jaise khud se wada kar rahi ho:

Ishani (soft, firm):

“Shayad isliye mujhe pyaar par bharosa nahi hota…

kyunki maine use toot-te dekha hai.

Lekin kal…

kal main kisi aur ki zindagi tootne nahi dungi.”

Wo ek gehri saans leti hai.

Apni aankhein pochhti hai.

Balcony se andar jaane se pehle

ek pal ke liye aasman ki taraf dekhti hai—

jaise bachpan ke us baap ko dhoondh rahi ho.

Ishani (mann hi mann):

“Strong banna…

yaad hai, papa.”

Wo light band karti hai.

Kamra andhere me doob jata hai.

CUT TO BLACK.

Same night, city club 11 PM 

Accountant Satish har sham yaha aata tha daaru pine or ladki bajane,

Bas yahi kuch uske shok they jo wo apne Ghar se bahut door alag se reh kar pura karta tha,

11 bajti hai or entry hoti hai Satish ki,

Waiter ko order deke wo music ko enjoy karne lagta hai to dekhta hai ki uske paas hi ek hot sexy ladki ek short gown me khadi hai lekin uska face cover hai ek fancy cat ke mask se jaisa aksar parties me hoti hai ,wo ladki music ko vibe kar rahi thi, Satish uski taango or fir uski neck ko ghoorta hai... Ladki Satish ki taraf dekhti hai or bolti hai,

Ladki:- aap yaha roj aate hai , pahle nahi dekhh apko

Satish :- dekha to humne bhi nahi madam, lagta hai important ho aap

Ladki Satish ki ek nazar dekhti hai, or bolti hai,

Ya shayad yaha koi mard mujhe ab tak Mila nahi...

Scene cut to club ke hi ek private room me,

Satish ladki ki gardan ko choome ja raha tha, or apna shirt bhi opan kiya ja raha tha

Ladki bhi apni aankhein band kiye thi, 

Dono sofe par they ki Satish aage kuch karne se pahle hi sofe par ludhak jata hai...

Ladki ek chain ki saans leti hai, or ek call Mila kar bolti hai haan madam, it's done,

Dusri taraf se aawaz aati hai ki thanks , jispe ladki bolti hai aap ne na jane mujh jaise kitno ko bachaya hai in darindo se, main itna to kar hi sakti hu... Or ladki smile karke phone cut kar deti hai, or phir apna wo fancy mask nikalti hai... 

Ye wahi ladki thi jise humare behen_code ne khanna se bachaya tha....

Montage,

Rahat or Anisha Satish ke ghar me raat ko enter, or Satish ki bio I'd chori....

[Greenwood]

Update 52

Next Day – Mission Day

Subah ka waqt.

Sheher ki hawa me ek ajeeb si ghabrahat thi… jaise sheher khud jaanta ho ki aaj kuch hone wala hai.

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Scene: Morning Prep – Parallel Cuts

Cut 1: Rahat

Rahat mirror ke saamne khadi hai. Simple kurti, dupatta neatly pinned.

Face par calm, lekin aankhon ke andar tufaan.

Rahat (inner monologue):

“Kal court hai… Vicky ke liye.

Aur parso Avantika ke liye.

Do din… bas do din.

Aaj agar hum chook gaye, to sirf hum nahi—bahut si awaazein hamesha ke liye chup ho jayengi.”

Wo apna phone uthati hai. BEHEN_CODE group par last message check karti hai.

No new texts.

Sab apni-apni jagah ready hain.

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Cut 2: Ishani

Ishani scooty start karti hai. Helmet pehente waqt wo ek second rukti hai.

Aankhon me kal raat ke flashbacks… bachpan, maa-baap, tanhaai…

Phir ek gehri saans.

Ishani (khud se):

“Aaj darr ka option nahi hai.”

Scooty road par nikal jaati hai.

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Cut 3: Arti

Kitchen me chai bana rahi hai.

Saans normal, haath steady—lekin mann bhari hua.

Abhishek newspaper padh raha hai.

Abhishek:

“Aaj library thoda late khol rahi ho?”

Arti halki si muskaan ke saath bolti hai—

“Hmm… thoda kaam hai.”

Wo jaanti hai—yeh jhoot shayad sabse bhaari jhoot hai jo usne kabhi bola hai.

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Scene: Meeting Point – Late Morning

Ek neutral commercial area, Rathod ke office se zyada door nahi.

Teeno—Rahat, Ishani, Arti—alag-alag directions se aakar milti hain.

Koi hugs nahi. Koi unnecessary baat nahi.

Sirf aankhon ka contact.

Aur ek silent understanding—aaj peeche mudna allowed nahi.

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Scene: The Plan – Recap in Motion (Visual Explanation)

Rahat (low voice, precise):

“Office ke ground floor par visitors ka flow zyada hota hai.

Ishani—tum distraction create karogi.”

Ishani nods.

Ishani:

“Argument type. Loud but legal. Reception aur security dono busy.”

Arti:

“Main accounts floor tak jaungi.

Waha se service corridor.

Vault ka access wahi se hai.”

Rahat Arti ki taraf dekhti hai—

“Timer mere haath me hoga.

7 minutes se zyada hum ek jagah nahi rahenge.”

Arti (firm):

“Vault khulne ke baad sirf Avantika ka data.

Extra hero banne ka koi shauk nahi.”

Ek second ki khamoshi.

Rahat:

“Mobile silent.

Agar main ‘RED’ bolu—abort.

Agar ‘GREEN’—complete.”

Teeno ek dusre ki taraf dekhti hain.

Ishani (half-smile):

“Bas itna hi?

Chalo phir… kaam shuru karein.”

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Scene: Rathod’s Office – Exterior

Glass building.

Polished. Powerful.

Bilkul waisi hi jaise andar ka sach—thanda aur khatarnaak.

Camera upar ki taraf pan karta hai.

Security tight hai, lekin routine me bandhi hui.

Teeno alag-alag entry points ki taraf badh jaati hain.

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Scene: Entry Begins

Reception area.

Ishani tez kadmon se andar aati hai, phone par baat karte hue—

“Aap log har baar yahi karte ho!

Meeting confirm thi!”

Receptionist confuse.

Security guard aage badhta hai.

Ishani:

“Main legal notice bhej dungi, samjhe?”

Volume badhta jaata hai.

Eyes uspe jam jaati hain.

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Cut: Arti

Side entrance se calmly andar.

Visitor pass.

Confidence aisa jaise yeh building uski ho.

---

Cut: Rahat

Lift me enter karti hai.

Button press.

Floor indicator upar ja raha hai.

Rahat (inner voice):

“Bas ek sahi mauka…

Aur sach khud bolne lagega.”

---

End Beat

Lift ding karti hai.

Camera Rahat ke chehre par freeze hota hai—focused, fearless.

TEXT ON SCREEN:

“MISSION STARTED.”

Mission Day – Vault Operation (Continuation)

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Scene: Vault Floor – Inside Rathod’s Office

Rahat lift se utarti hai.

Floor par halka security presence, cameras discreetly aligned.

Wo dheere se corridor me kadam badhati hai, eyes sharp, breathing controlled.

Rahat (inner monologue):

“Bas ek galti aur sab khatam.

Har guard, har camera… bas focus aur timing.”

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Scene: Arti – Service Corridor

Arti quietly apne route se chalti hai.

Service corridor se vault room ki taraf.

Access panel samne aata hai.

Wo scan karti hai security patterns ka.

Arti (low whisper):

“7 minutes. Phir koi bhi aage nahi dekh sakta.

Data nikalna hai, aur exit safe.”

Wo vault ke pass ke camera feed check karti hai—light blinking ekdam timing ke saath synced.

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Scene: Ishani – Distraction

Ishani reception me loud argument create karti hai.

Phone me dialogue repeat karti hai—ek irritating, repetitive voice tone.

Receptionist aur nearby guard irritated ho jaate hain, attention divert ho jaata hai.

Ishani (inner monologue):

“Focus Rahat aur Arti par.

Yahan meri performance sirf ek minute ke liye… par woh minute sab kuch badal dega.”

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Scene: Vault Access

Arti panel ke samne khadi hai.

Card swipe… beeping.

Vault ka door slowly unlock hota hai.

Arti signal deti hai Rahat ko—Green.

Rahat aage badhati hai, gloves pehenti hai, camera cover karti hai apne hand se.

Inside Vault: computers, hard drives, confidential files.

Rahat quickly Avantika ka file locate karti hai.

USB ready.

Rahat (inner voice):

“Bas, ye file aur evidence… aur hum safe.”

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Scene: Unexpected Glitch

Vault ka ek small camera blink karta hai—pattern mismatch.

Rahat pause karti hai.

Arti ka signal—“Focus, timing.”

Ishani bhi distraction continue rakhti hai reception me.

Rahat USB slot me dalti hai… slow seconds… computer data copy start.

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Scene: Riza – Shadow Move

Parallel scene: Riza rooftop pe observation.

Binoculars se Rathod office monitor karta hai.

Guard aur camera routines check karta hai.

Riza phone me update bhejta hai:

“Subject entered vault. Initiate follow.”

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Scene: Vault Tension

Computer beep… copying 50% complete.

Rahat ka face tense.

Arti corridor me ready.

Ishani ab bhi argue kar rahi hai—guards ka attention total diverted.

Rahat (inner monologue):

“2 minutes aur…

Bas 2 minutes.”

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End Beat:

Computer screen blink karta hai—copy complete.

Rahat USB nikalti hai, gloves cover se hata deti hai.

Arti signal deti hai “Exit Now.”

Freeze frame:

Rahat USB haath me, vault door slowly close ho raha hai.

Scene: Mission – Trap!

Arti, Rahat, aur Ishani stealth mode me floor se group exit tak silently move kar rahi thi. Guard ke patrols unusually sparse the; shayad Rathod ke attention abhi kisi aur cheez me tha. Teenon ke chehre par ek focused seriousness thi, har step calculated, har breath controlled.

Jaise hi wo office ke exit ke paas pahunche, ek sudden sound unke ears me gun ki tarah lagi – SUV engines ka roar corridor ke end se aata hai. Teen se char black SUVs ekdum precise formation me unke saamne rukti hain.

Arti ka heartbeat tez ho gaya. Rahat aur Ishani instinctively piche thodi peeche ho gayi. SUV ke doors ek saath open hote hain aur instantaneously unhe pakad kar andar pull kiya ja raha hai. Ek dam sudden, jaise sab kuch slow motion me ho raha ho.

“Chhodo! Chhodo!” Arti chillati hai, lekin ek muscular guard unke haath se pakad kar seat me forcefully daal deta hai.

Rahat aur Ishani resist karne ki koshish karti hain, maar-dhaad aur struggle ke bawajood, guards ka grip iron-tight hai. Sir par ek kapda jaldi se daal diya jata hai – darkness aur confusion me teenon ki aankhein wide open hai, par kuch dikh nahi raha.

SUV ka engine roar karta hai aur car ekdum speed me nikal padti hai. Teenon ki chhillaahatein corridor me gun ki tarah echo kar rahi hain, lekin koi unki help ke liye nahi aa raha.

Car ke andar:

Arti, Rahat aur Ishani ek doosre ki taraf dekhti hain, fear aur anger mix expression ke saath.

Sir par kapda aur restraints ki wajah se unke movements limited ho gaye hain.

SUV ke andar guards ka formation itna perfect hai ki escape ka koi chance nahi dikh raha.

SUV dheere-dheere ek purane makaan ke saamne rukti hai, shayad Rathod ke kisi godown ke andar.

Guards teeno ko car se utarte hain, lekin sir par kapda abhi bhi hai.

Arti, Ishani aur Rahat chup-chaap, apne andar tension aur gussa ko daba ke, ek dusre ke saath ghuto par beth jaati hain.

Ek kuch second ki khamoshi ke baad, ek heavy, dark aur villainous awaaz gunjti hai:

Riza:

"Welcome ladies, to my guest house. Main aksar logo ko yahi rakhta hu."

Arti, Ishani aur Rahat sirf sun rahi thi, abhi bhi unke sir par kapda hai.

Riza:

"Maaf karna, mere guards thode rough hain isliye tumhe utha kar le aaye, lekin kya kare… tum sabne kaam hi aisa kiya hai. Duniya bhar ki ladkiyo ko bachane ka theka liya hai tum logo ne… lekin kabhi socha hai ki tumhe kaun bachayega?"

Riza apne guards ko ek ishara karta hai.

Teeno ke sir se kapda hataya jaata hai…

Aur jaise hi kapda girta hai, Arti, Ishani aur Rahat ki aankhein fati ki fati reh jaati hain.

Unke samne jo scene tha, usse dekh kar unka dimaag shayad thoda freeze ho jaata hai…

Jaise hi Arti, Ishani aur Rahat ke chehre se kapda hat-ta hai, unki aankhein fati ki fati reh jaati hain.

Unke samne, ek kursi par Avantika aur Anisha bandhi hui thi, dono ke chehre aur haath khoon se lathpath the. Shayd guards ne unka yeh haal kiya tha.

Aur wahi thodi doori par, Kabeer ghayal pada tha. Uske pure kapde, face aur body khoon se lathpath the, aur wo apni halat me zameen par adha pada tha.

Rahat, Arti aur Ishani ka dil tez dhadakne lagta hai, aur unke haath kaanpne lagte hain.

Tabhi unke piche se ek dark aur heavy awaaz gunjti hai:

Riza:

"Kaisa laga, baby surprise?"

Aur jaise hi woh Riza unke samne aata hai, teeno ko samajh nahi aata ki kya ho raha hai.

Riza:

"Tum bas isko bachane ke liye itni mehnat kar rahi thi…"

Teeno apni nazar Avantika ki taraf daalti hain, jo abhi bhi kursi par bandhi aur kamzor hai.

Riza:

"Chalo, main itna hi bolta hu. Ab aage ka kaam mere yeh sher karenge."

Arti, Rahat aur Ishani aas-paas nazar daudati hain aur dekhti hain ki 40-50 guards ek sath unki taraf badh rahe hain.

Teeno abhi bhi ghutno ke bal beti, aur haath bandhe hue hain.

Anisha, Arti ki aankhon me dekhti hai jaise ki wo darr rahi ho.

Arti aankhon se ishara karti hai calm rehne ka.

Riza dheere-dheere aage badhta hai aur teeno ke sath rakhe bags ko khol kar dekhne lagta hai.

Usme USB drives, nakli IDs aur dusri jaroori cheezein milti hain.

Wo USB ko uthata hai aur apne pairon se kuchal deta hai.

Teeno ladkiyan tension me use aisa karte hue dekh rahi thi.

Guards ab un tino ke bilkul nazdeek aa chuke the.

Tabhi Riza bolta hai…

Riza thodi der un teeno ko dekhta rehta hai, fir apna gaal scratch karte hue bolta hai—

Riza:

“Hmm… aise to maza nahi aayega.”

Wo paas khade ek guard ko ishare se bulata hai.

Riza:

“Inke haath khol de.”

Guard aage badhta hai aur Ishani, Rahat aur Arti ke haathon ki rassi ek-ek karke khol deta hai.

Riza halki si muskurahat ke saath bolta hai—

Riza:

“Main yeh dekhna chahta hoon…

sheher ki laundiyon ko bachane wali yeh team

aakhir bachati kaise hai.”

Jaise hi haath aazad hote hain,

Ishani, Rahat aur Arti ek hi saans me Anisha aur Avantika ki taraf bhagti hain.

Pal bhar me Anisha aur Avantika ke bandhan khul jaate hain.

Ab chaaro ladkiyaan aazad hain.

Wo turant charo dishaon me face karke khadi ho jaati hain,

beech me kursi par Avantika kamzor si baithi hai.

Charo ladkiyaan apni pith se pith laga leti hain,

Avantika ko beech me le kar —

jaise ek zinda deewar ban gayi ho.

Guards dheere-dheere bilkul kareeb aa chuke hote hain…

Tabhi achanak—

ek aur SUV aa kar zor se rukti hai.

Sabki nazar udhar mudti hai.

SUV ka darwaza khulta hai…

aur andar se Inspector Zeeshan utarta hai.

Riza ek eyebrow upar karta hai.

Riza:

“Tu yahan kya kar raha hai, Zeeshan?”

Zeeshan ek villainous laugh hasta hai.

Zeeshan:

“Bas dekhna chahta tha…

inki wajah se meri nokri gayi,

to socha dekh loon in ladkiyon ka kya haal hota hai.”

Riza zor se hasta hai.

Riza:

“Saale, do kodi ki nokri ke liye itna bhara baitha hai?

Usse zyada to tune Rathod ke talwe chaat kar kama liya hoga.”

Zeeshan ek tedhi si smirk deta hai.

Zeeshan:

“Bade miyan to bade miyan…

chhote miyan khair chhodo.

Jab bada kutta hi chaat raha hai,

to main kyun peeche rahoon?”

Yeh sunte hi Riza ke chehre ke expression badal jaate hain.

Uski aankhon me ek pal ke liye andhera sa tair jata hai.

Zeeshan aage badh kar bolta hai—

Zeeshan:

“Arey… chup kyun ho gaye, sir?

Sabko maloom hai aapne apni duty kaise ki thi.”

Riza thandi saans leta hai.

Riza:

“Chal chhod…

tujhe badla lena hai na in sabse?

Chal… pehle tu le.

Pasand kar le koi bhi ek laundiya.”

Zeeshan dheere-dheere chaaro ladkiyon ko upar se neeche tak dekhta hai…

ek-ek chehra… ek-ek aankh…

Phir aakar Arti ke saamne ruk jata hai.

Riza ke chehre par ek halki si smile aa jaati hai.

Zeeshan Arti ki aankhon me aankhein daal kar bolta hai—

Zeeshan:

“Tu in sabki head lagti hai…

pehli bali teri hi chadhegi.”

Zeeshan apna haath peeche kheenchta hai—

Aur ek zor ka thappad Arti ke chehre par padta hai.

Arti door jaakar zameen par gir jaati hai.

Zeeshan gusse me aage badhta hai,

Arti ko baalon se pakad kar upar uthata hai—

Aur phir—

ek ke baad ek…

2… 3… 4… 5…

itne tez thappad,

ki hawa bhi kaanp jaaye.

Arti ka sir jhatkon se hilta hai…

lekin wo ek shabd bhi nahi bolti.

Rahat, Ishani aur Anisha ka chehra tight ho jata hai.

Aankhon me gussa, dard aur bechaini…

lekin pair jaise zameen me jam gaye ho.

Scene wahi ruk jaata hai…

saans roak dene wali khamoshi ke saath.

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Update 53



Zeeshan Arti ko thappad marte hi ja raha hota hai,
har thappad ke saath wo Riza ke aur kareeb pahunchta jaata hai.

Riza ek pal ke liye smirk karta hai…
phir achanak gun nikaal kar Arti par point kar deta hai.

Riza (thandi awaaz me):
“Bas… aaj ke liye kaafi hai.”

Gun point hote hi Zeeshan ke haath ruk jaate hain.
Arti wahi still khadi reh jaati hai.

Zeeshan ki saansen tez chalne lagti hain,
aur Arti ke lips se khoon tapakne lagta hai.

Riza gun ko load karta hai.
Metal ki awaaz puri jagah me gunj jaati hai.

Riza:
“Chal… khatm karte hain.
Mujhe aur bhi bahut kaam hai.”

Itna sunte hi Zeeshan ke muh se ek hansi nikal jaati hai.

Riza ghoor kar usse dekhta hai.

Riza:
“Tu kyun hans raha hai?”

Riza bol hi raha hota hai ki
Arti ke muh se bhi ek halki si hansi nikal jaati hai.

Riza gusse me Arti ki taraf dekhta hai.

Riza:
“Chup reh… warna yahin bhoon dunga.”

Zeeshan hansi rok kar bolta hai—

Zeeshan:
“Bhoona hua nahi, Riza bhai…
bharta banega aaj aapka.”

Riza ko uski baat samajh nahi aati.

Tab Arti dheemi awaaz me bolti hai—

Arti:
“Bas thodi der wait kar…
phir khel khatm karte hain.”

Arti style ke saath palat kar
apni group ki taraf chal padti hai.

Rahat, Ishani aur Anisha chonk kar use dekhti hain—
jaise pooch rahi ho: yeh kya kar rahi hai?

Arti ruk kar samne sadak ki taraf dekhti hai —
sadak bilkul khali.

Uske saath-saath
Ishani, Rahat aur Anisha bhi usi taraf dekhte hain.

Riza bhi unki nazron ka peecha karta hai.

Tabhi…
door se cheekhne–chillane ki awaazein aati hain,
jaise koi kafila nara lagata hua isi taraf aa raha ho.

Arti aur Zeeshan ko chhod kar
sab log confuse hokar usi raste ki taraf dekhne lagte hain.

Aur tab—

Us sadak par 100–200 ladkiyaan aur auratein
gusse me daudti hui nazar aati hain.

Kisi ke haath me danda,
kisi ke haath me rod,
kisi ke haath me patthar—
har umar ki aurat us group me shamil hoti hai.

Riza chonk jaata hai.
Wo hawa me 2–3 fire karta hai—

Bang! Bang!

Lekin wo kafila bina ruke,
poori raftaar se usi ki taraf badhta rehta hai.

Riza gusse aur ghabrahat me chillata hai—

Riza:
“Kaun hai yeh sab…!”

Usi pal Arti bolti hai—

Arti (buland awaaz me):
“Gaali nahi…
yeh hai BEHEN_CODE.”

Rahat, Ishani aur Anisha
un chehron ko pehchanne ki koshish karti hain
jo us aurton ke kafile me shamil hote hain.

Arti:
“Dekh Riza…
yeh wahi ladkiyaan aur auratein hain
jinhe humne bachaya tha.
Aur aaj tujhe pata chalega
ki laundiyaan bachati kaise hain.”

Arti ka kehna hi tha ki
wo kafila Riza tak pahunch chuka hota hai.

Riza ke guards aage badh kar deewar banne ki koshish karte hain,
lekin bheed ke saamne
wo tinkon ki tarah bikharne lagte hain.

30–40 guards… aur saamne 200 auratein.

Har guard ki zordaar pitai ho rahi hoti hai.
Aur Riza—
use to bheed bilkul gher leti hai.

Riza ko buri tarah maara ja raha hota hai.

Isi beech Arti chillakar bolti hai—

Arti:
“Anisha, Ishani—
jaldi yahan se Avantika ko le jao!”

Anisha aur Ishani milkar pehle Avantika ko uthati hain,
phir ghayal Kabeer ko sambhalti hain.

Wo paas khadi ek SUV me un dono ko bithati hain.

Anisha ghabra kar Arti se bolti hai:
“Par aap—”

Tab Rahat bolti hai—

Rahat:
“Main Arti ke saath hoon.
Tum log niklo… jaldi.”

Kabeer jaise-taise steering sambhalta hai,
aur Anisha, Ishani aur Avantika
wahan se nikal chuke hote hain.

Arti ab Zeeshan ke paas aati hai.

Arti:
“Thanks.”

Zeeshan halki si muskurahat ke saath bolta hai—

Zeeshan:
“Thanks kis baat ka?
Ek corrupt cop ko…
aaj thodi si honesty yaad aa gayi.”


---

FLASHBACK

Arti ki library.
Wo apne group se kehti hai—

Arti:
“Humein kisi ki madad chahiye hogi.”


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MONTAGE

Zeeshan ka ghar.
Wo udas baitha hota hai,
suspension letter table par pada hota hai.

Arti aati hai.
Wo Zeeshan ko honesty ka matlab samjhati hai,
Avantika aur na jaane kitni ladkiyon ke cases yaad dilati hai.

Wo chillati hai, scold karti hai,
uske zameer ko jhinjhod deti hai.

Zeeshan ki nazrein sharm se zameen me dhansi hoti hain.


---

FLASHBACK END

Wapas godown.

Arti:
“Maine kuch nahi kiya…
ab asli kaam aapka hai.”

Arti (serious):
“Kal court ki hearing me
Avantika ko safe court pahunchana hoga.
Aur court ke saamne
jo bhi sach wo jaanti hai—
sab bolna hoga.”

Wo thoda ruk kar bolti hai—

“Wo baap–beta…
ab bachne nahi chahiye.”

Arti:
“Ek baat aur—
is sab ke baad Rathod counter attack karega.
Avantika ki safety aapke haath me hai.”

Zeeshan smile ke saath sir hila deta hai.

Background me
auratein abhi bhi Riza aur uske guards ki dhulai kar rahi hoti hain.

Kuch guards bhag jaate hain,
kuch zakhmi hokar gir chuke hote hain.

Rahat aur Arti Riza ke paas aati hain.

Rahat:
“Aaj tujhe samajh aa gaya hoga—
ek aurat chahe to
ache-achhe mard ke purze dheele kar sakti hai.”

Arti:
“Auraton ko kamzor samajhne wale
yeh bhool jaate hain—
chandi bhi ek aurat hi thi.”

Zeeshan ke kehne par
security officer force wahan pahunch jaati hai.

Riza aur bache hue guards
giriftar kiye jaate hain.

Riza ko security officer van me bithaya jaata hai.

Arti aur Rahat
use confident smile ke saath dekh rahi hoti hain.

security officer van ke andar
Riza ki nazrein Arti se milti hain.

Uske chehre par ab bhi haar qubool karne wali shakal nahi hoti.

Riza (mann hi mann):
“Bahut guroor hai ise…
khud par, apni doston par.
Yeh guroor jald hi todunga.”

security officer van rawana hoti hai.

Zeeshan Arti aur Rahat ko saath le kar chal padta hai—
aur kahani court ke darwaze ki taraf badhne lagti hai.

Scene: Arti ka ghar – raat

Darwaza dheere se khulta hai.

Arti thaki hui, ghayal, dard se karahte hue ghar ke andar enter karti hai.
Raat ka sannata… lekin ghar ke andar bechaini bhari hawa.

Hall me Abhishek, uski maa aur Anurag baithe hue the—
sabki aankhon me dar, phone haath me,
na jaane kitni baar call milaya ja chuka tha…
lekin Arti ka phone uske paas tha hi nahi.

Jaise hi Abhishek ki nazar Arti par padti hai,
wo zor se chillata hai—

Abhishek:
“Arti…!”

Wo bhaag kar uski taraf aata hai,
Arti ka jism ladkhadane lagta hai.

Abhishek use sambhal leta hai,
jaise agar haath chhoot gaya to wo toot jaayegi.

Anurag turant kitchen ki taraf daudta hai—
“Paani!”

Arti ki saas ka chehra safed pad chuka tha,
apni bahu ki haalat dekh kar pairon tale zameen khisak gayi.

Abhishek Arti ko sofe par bithata hai,
Anurag pani laakar uske haath me deta hai.

Arti pani ka ek ghont leti hai—
aur jaise hi pani gala utarta hai…

sawalon ki baarish shuru ho jaati hai.

Abhishek:
“Yeh kya haalat bana rakhi hai tumne?
Ab tak kahan thi?”

Saas:
“Arti, bolo beta…
itni chot kaise lag gayi?”

Anurag:
“Phone kyun band tha?
Hum sab paagal ho gaye the!”

“Bolo Arti…”
“Chup kyun ho?”
“Batati kyun nahi kuch?”

Hazaar sawal…
aur Arti ke paas ek bhi seedha jawaab nahi.

Wo kaise bataye—
kis se bataye—
ki wo kin raaston se guzri hai?

Tabhi—

Darwaze par knock hota hai.

Sabki nazar udhar jaati hai.

Darwaza khulta hai.

Inspector Zeeshan bahar khada hota hai.

Abhishek use dekhta hai,
Zeeshan andar aata hai,
ek nazar Arti par daalta hai—
phir Abhishek ke saamne haath jod kar bolta hai—

Zeeshan:
“Main Inspector Zeeshan hoon.
Aur… main aapko batana chahta hoon
ki aaj inke saath kya hua.”

Hall me poori khamoshi.

Zeeshan bolta jaata hai—
kaise Arti ne Avantika ko bachaya,
sirf Avantika hi nahi…
pichle kai mahino me na jaane kitni ladkiyon ko
andhere se bahar nikala.

Wo batata hai—
risk, darr, chot, khud ko daav par lagana…

Abhishek, Anurag aur saas
bas sunte rehte hain.

Unke muh khule ke khule reh jaate hain.

Jis Arti ko wo roz ghar–kaam–zimmedariyon me dekhte the,
aaj uski ek bilkul nayi pehchaan
unke saamne khadi thi.

Zeeshan baat khatam karta hai,
phir Arti ki taraf dekh kar kehta hai—

Zeeshan:
“Thik hai, Arti ji…
ab main chalta hoon.”

Wo jaane ke liye mudta hai,
lekin darwaze tak pahunch kar
ek baar phir ruk jaata hai.

Wo Abhishek ki taraf dekhta hai—

Zeeshan (shaant, gehri awaaz me):
“Main jaanta hoon
yeh waqt aap sab ke liye aasaan nahi hai.
Lekin bas ek baat kehni thi…”

“Apni biwi par gussa karne ke bajay
use samajhne ki koshish kijiyega.”

“Use is kaam se rokna mat.”

“Humari society me
aise log bahut kam hote hain
jo bina kisi matlab
kisi anjaan ki madad karte hain—
sirf isliye
kyunki wo sahi hota hai.”

Wo halka sa ruk kar kehta hai—

“Gussa nahi…
garv mehsoos kijiyega.”

Zeeshan darwaza khol kar
wahan se chala jaata hai.

Darwaza band hota hai.

Hall me fir se sannata.

Abhishek, Anurag aur saas
chupchaap wahi sofe par baith jaate hain.

Kuch pal baad—

Abhishek dheemi awaaz me bolta hai:
“Anurag…
bike nikaalo.
Arti ko hospital le chalte hain.”

Arti ki nazrein Abhishek se milti hain.

Uski aankhon me—
na shikayat,
na gussa…
sirf beinteha pyaar aur fikr.

Arti ki aankhon se
aansu behne lagte hain.

Is baar…
dard ke nahi—
samjhe jaane ke.

Scene: Rahat ka ghar – wahi raat

Ghar ka darwaza dheere se khulta hai.

Rahat andar aati hai—
thaki hui, ghayal, kadmon me ladkhadahat,
chehre par dard aur aankhon me bojh.

Hall me Imdad kursi par baithe hue hain.
Unke piche Rukhsana aur Anish khade hain—
saanson ko roke hue,
jaise kisi anjaane sach ka intezaar ho.

Rahat aage badh kar
Imdad ke saamne zameen par baith jaati hai.
Uske ghutnon me jaan nahi thi.

Imdad usse dekhte rehte hain—
na gussa,
na sawaal…
sirf guilt.

Aisa guilt jo shabdon ka mohtaaj nahi hota.

Rahat ki aankhon se aansu gir kar
zameen par tapak jaata hai.

Uske piche Inspector Zeeshan khada hota hai.
Wo dheemi, saaf awaaz me bolta hai—

Zeeshan:
“Imdad saab…
aaj agar aapki beti ghar wapas aayi hai
to sirf isliye
kyunki usne darr ko peeche chhod diya.”

Wo batata hai—
kaise Rahat ne Avantika ko bachaya,
kaise usne bina soche samjhe
na jaane kitni ladkiyon ke liye
khud ko khatra banaya.

Zeeshan bolta jaata hai—
aur Imdad ki aankhen bhar aati hain.

Zeeshan chup ho jaata hai.

Hall me sirf ek awaaz reh jaati hai—
Rahat ki bheegi saansein.

Imdad dheere se uthte hain,
Rahat ke saamne aa kar baith jaate hain.

Wo kaafi der tak kuch nahi bolte.

Phir—

Imdad (bhari hui awaaz me):
“Rahat…”

Rahat apni aankhen utha kar dekhti hai.

Imdad ki aankhon se aansu beh rahe the.

Imdad:
“Main…
main galat tha.”

“Har wo taana…
har wo sakht lafz…
har wo pabandi…”

Wo bolte bolte ruk jaate hain,
jaise gala bhar gaya ho.

Imdad:
“Shayad main kabhi samajh hi nahi paaya
ki meri beti kya hai…”

“Tum sirf meri beti nahi ho Rahat…
tum kisi ki zindagi ho.”

Rahat chupchaap
sirf gardan hilaati rehti hai,
aansoo ruk hi nahi rahe.

Imdad:
“Mujhe maaf kar do beta…
agar ho sake.”

Ye kehte hi
Imdad Rahat ko apni baahon me le lete hain.

Baap aur beti lipat kar ro padte hain.

Wo aansu
saalon ke bojh ko dhone lage the.

Peeche khadi Rukhsana apna dupatta
aankhon par rakh leti hai—
uski hichkiyaan chhup nahi paati.

Anish apni behen ko dekhta hai—
uski aankhon me
pehli baar garv tha.

Zeeshan ye sab dekhta hai.

Uski nazar Anish se milti hai.

Anish kuch nahi bolta—
bas dheere se
ishare me salute karta hai.

Zeeshan halki si muskurahat ke saath
sir hila deta hai.

Camera thoda door jaata hai—

Baap-beti abhi bhi ek dusre se lipte hue hain,
jaise aaj
sirf ek mission nahi,
ek rishta bhi jeet liya ho.

[Greenwood]

Update 54



Scene: Next Day – Subah | Court Hearing ka din

Arti ka ghar

Subah ki roshni hall ki khidkiyon se andar aa rahi hai.
Arti haphte-haphte tayyar hoti hai—
kal raat ki lambi, bhaari neend ke baad
aaj wo late uth gayi thi.

Wo apna bag uthati hai,
files sambhalti hai
aur almost bhaagte hue bahar aati hai.

Abhishek darwaze par khada hai.

Abhishek:
“Arti, jaldi… humein nikalna hoga.”

Dono jaise hi bahar badhte hain,
Arti ki saas unke saamne aa kar khadi ho jaati hain.

Abhishek ek pal ke liye rukta hai,
uski awaaz me thodi irritations aa jaati hai—

Abhishek:
“Aaj nahi maa, please…
aaj iska jana bahut zaroori hai.”

Arti ki saas kuch nahi bolti.

Wo bas Arti ki taraf dekhti hain.

Unke haath me dahi ki katori hoti hai.
Wo chamach bharti hain
aur dheere se
Arti ke muh ke saamne le aati hain.

Arti ek pal ke liye rukti hai.
Wo Abhishek ko ek nazar dekhti hai—
phir chupchaap muh khol kar
dahi kha leti hai.

Arti ki saas
apna haath Arti ke sir par rakh deti hain.

Saas (narm awaaz me):
“Jeet kar aana, Arti.
Tum meri bahu ho.”

Arti ki aankhen bhar aati hain.

Wo jhuk kar
apni saas ka matha choom leti hai.

Abhishek ye scene dekh kar
ek gehri saans leta hai
aur phir bolta hai—

Abhishek:
“Chalo… we are getting late.”

Dono ghar se nikal jaate hain.


---

Scene shift: Rahat ka ghar

Rahat bhi tayyar ho chuki hoti hai.
Files bag me,
chehra shaant
lekin aankhon me tension.

Wo darwaze ki taraf badhti hai
tabhi peeche se awaaz aati hai—

Imdad:
“Rahat…”

Rahat ruk jaati hai.

Wo dheere kadmon se
apne baap ke kamre me jaati hai.

Imdad bed par baithe hote hain.

Jaise hi wo Rahat ko dekhte hain,
pehli baar ek halki si muskurahat unke chehre par aa jaati hai.

Imdad:
“Aaj jeet kar aana, beti ji.”

Rahat hairaan si
unhe dekhti rehti hai.

Imdad:
“Tumhara baap…
tumhara intezaar karega.”

Rahat ki aankhen
phir se thodi gili ho jaati hain.

Wo kuch nahi bolti—
bas dheere se sir hila deti hai.

Rahat kamre se bahar nikalti hai,
is baar kadmon me pehle se zyada himmat hoti hai.

Court ka din shuru ho chuka tha.

Scene: Courtroom – Montage Hearing

Courtroom me ek bhaari si khamoshi hai.
Judge apni kursi par seedhe baithe hain,
samne Vicky Rathod katghare me khada hai—
chehra sakht, aankhon me chhupa hua gussa.

Nandita dheere kadmon se aage badhti hai.
Uske haath me files hain,
aankhon me poora yakeen.


---

Montage – Court Hearing

Nandita ek ke baad ek saboot pesh karti hai
—documents, recordings, land papers, bank requests, witness statements.

Gawah bulaye jaate hain
Bangurr Colony ke log—
koi laalach ki baat karta hai,
koi dhamkiyon ki,
koi maar-peet ki.


Judge sab kuch gaur se sun raha hai.


---

Nandita ka Final Statement

Nandita (strong, clear voice):
“My Lord…
yeh case aaine ki tarah bilkul saaf hai.”

Court me sannaata chha jaata hai.

Nandita:
“Ye spasht hai ki aakhir kyu
Vicky Rathod ne ek budhi, abla mahila
ko apni gaadi se rond dala.”

Vicky ke chehre par pehli baar
bechaini dikhai deti hai.

Nandita:
“Vicky Rathod—
jinke pita desh ke ek reputed businessman,
Mr. Rathod,
ne apne business fayde ke liye
sirf accident nahi kiya,
balki yeh hit and run ka mamla tha, My Lord.”

Wo files kholti hai.

Nandita:
“Mere aur meri client Humera ke paas
yeh saare saboot maujood hain
ki kaise Rathod parivaar
ek illegal project par kaam kar raha tha.”

Judge aage jhuk kar sunta hai.

Nandita:
“Bangurr Colony ko saste daamon me kharid kar,
uske peeche ke sekdon bigha jungle ko kaat kar
apna multi-million project banana tha.
Lekin Bangurr Colony
inke raaste ki sabse badi rukawat thi.”

Cut to: Colony log—
aankhon me dard.

Nandita:
“Kisi ko lalach diya gaya,
kisi ko maara gaya,
kisi ko dara-dhamka kar
ghar chhodne par majboor kiya gaya.”

Wo ruk kar saans leti hai.

Nandita:
“Jab meri client Humera ki dadi
Shagufta Qureshi ne
inke khilaaf awaaz uthai,
aur inke banaye gaye NOC par
sign karne se mana kar diya—
to Vicky Rathod ke paas
sirf ek hi rasta bacha…”

Courtroom me tension badh jaati hai.

Nandita:
“…unhe khatam kar dena.”

Vicky ke haath bhinch jaate hain.

Nandita:
“Ek sochi-samjhi sazish ke tahat
Shagufta Qureshi ko marne ki koshish ki gayi.”

Wo ek aur file uthati hai.

Nandita:
“Sirf itna hi nahi, My Lord.
Vicky Rathod aur unke aadmiyon ne
bank manager par bhi pressure dala
ki Shagufta ka account seize ho jaye—
taaki unke paas
ghar bechne ke alawa
koi chara na bache.”

Judge ke chehre par sakhti aa jaati hai.

Nandita:
“Yeh ek poori planning thi, My Lord.
Aur isme sirf Shagufta nahi,
balki kai aur masoom logon ki zindagi
barbaad ho chuki hai.”

Court me halki si halchal.

Nandita:
“Aur kahani yahin khatam nahi hoti.”

Wo thoda rukti hai.

Nandita:
“Meri dusri client, Mrs. Avantika,
jab in logon ki sachai jaanti hain,
to unhe expose karne se pehle hi
unpar farzi FIR lagai jaati hai.”

Avantika gallery me baithi hai—
ankhen bheegi.

Nandita:
“Unhe jail bheja gaya,
phir raaton-raat gayab kar diya gaya, My Lord.
Unki image kharaab kar di gayi
taaki koi un par yakeen hi na kare.”

Judge gehri saans leta hai.

Nandita:
“Ab…
main apni aakhri gawah pesh karna chahti hoon—
Avantika.”


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Courtroom Me Khalbali

Avantika ka naam sunte hi
poore court me khalbali mach jaati hai.

Judge bhi hairaan reh jaata hai.

Gate khulta hai.

Avantika
thaki hui, ghayal kadmon se
courtroom me entry leti hai.

Vicky katghare se use
ghoor kar dekhta hai.

Uske staff aur dost
tirchi nazron se.

Lekin Avantika ke chehre par
aaj darr nahi—
sirf sach bolne ka junoon.

Wo dheere dheere witness box tak aati hai.

Nandita (narm lekin majboot):
“Avantika…
jo bhi sach tum jaanti ho,
wo sab adalat ko batao.
Aaj tumhe darne ki zaroorat nahi hai.”


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Montage – Avantika ka Sach

Illegal project ki lead ka milna

Bangurr Colony walon ke interviews

Channel ke malik se baat
—political pressure, news reject

Udaas Avantika ka
Rathod ki party me jaana

Wahin Rahat se mulaqat

Secret recording:
Vicky, behosh Meghana ke saath

Party se bhagna

Agle din jhoota case

security officer van se seedha
Rathod farmhouse

Torture, maar-peet

Aur phir…
Rahat ka use wahan se nikaalna



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Montage End – Judge ka Faisla

Courtroom bilkul shaant.

Judge apni kursi seedhi karta hai.

Judge:
“Adalat ke mutabik,
Vicky Rathod ko
10 saal ki kathor kaaravas ki saza sunai jaati hai.”

Courtroom me halki si saans chhoot jaati hai.

Judge:
“Avantika par lagaye gaye
saare mukadme turant khatam kiye jaate hain.
Aur Rathod ka
multi-million project
poori tarah se rok diya jaata hai.”


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Reaction Shots – Montage

Anisha, Rahat, Ishani, Anushka, Arti, Humera
—sab khushi se chahak uthte hain

Humera ki aankhon se
sukoon ke aansu

Vicky Rathod
—aankhon me darr aur gussa

Nandita
—chehre par jeet ka shaant sukoon

Inspector Zeeshan
Avantika ke paas jaakar
dheere se kehta hai—


Zeeshan:
“I’m sorry…
aur thank you.”

Avantika bas sir hila deti hai.

Sach jeet chuka tha.



Scene: Court ke Bahar – Afternoon Light

Court ke bahar media vans, logon ki bheed aur security officer ki movement ke beech
BEHEN_CODE ki saari ladkiyaan ek side me khadi hain.
Aaj sabke chehron par ek alag si halkepan wali khushi hai—
jaise saans lene ki jagah mili ho.

Rahat gehri saans lete hue bolti hai,
“Yaar… itne dino baad dil ko sukoon mila hai.”

Ishaani halka sa muskurate hue,
“Sach me. Lag raha hai jaise pehli baar
yeh mission khatam hua ho.”

Arti aankhon me nami ke saath,
“Mehnat rang laayi…
warna kal tak lag raha tha hum jeet bhi payenge ya nahi.”

Humera chupchaap Avantika ka haath pakad leti hai.
Avantika bas halki si smile deti hai—
thank you kehne ke liye shabd kam pad rahe hote hain.

Sabke beech ek baat common hai—
raahat.

Lekin…
Anushka thodi door khadi hai.
Chehra shaant, aankhen serious.
Na zyada smile, na zyada excitement.

Rahat use notice karti hai,
“Anu… tu theek hai na?”

Anushka bas halka sa nod karti hai.

Tabhi Kabeer thodi door khada dikhai deta hai—
bandaged shoulder, thaka hua chehra,
lekin aankhon me wahi purani warmth.

Anisha use dekh kar thoda awkward ho jaati hai.

Ishaani (teasing tone):
“Oho… someone is waiting.”

Arti:
“Ja ja… hero ko akela mat chhod.”

Rahat:
“Hum yahin hain, Miss Babysitter.”

Anisha sharmate hue,
“Bas do minute…”

Wo Kabeer ki taraf chal padti hai.


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Mini Scene: Anisha & Kabeer

Kabeer halki si smile ke saath bolta hai,
“Tum theek ho?”

Anisha:
“Hmm… tum se better.”

Dono ke beech thodi si khamoshi.

Kabeer (soft):
“Mujhe laga tha main nahi bachunga…
lekin jab hosh aaya,
sabse pehla khayal tumhara tha.”

Anisha ki aankhen bhar aati hain.

Anisha:
“Dobara aisa mat sochna.
Tumhe aise hi chhod dete kya hum?”

Kabeer halka sa hansa,
“Pata hai…
isi liye shayad darr kam lagta hai.”

Ek chhota sa moment—
na confession, na promises—
bas ek samajh.

Anisha muskurati hai,
“Rest karo.
Abhi humara kaam khatam nahi hua hai.”

Kabeer sir hila deta hai.


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Back to Group

Anisha wapas group ke paas aati hai.
Sab usse dekh kar muskura rahe hote hain.

Rahat (dramatic tone):
“Toh ladies…
all well if ends well!”

Sab ek saath hans padte hain.

Tabhi Anushka dheere se bolti hai—

“Abhi nahi.”

Hansna ruk jaata hai.

Sab ki nazar Anushka par tik jaati hai.

Anushka (serious, controlled):
“Abhi sab kuch khatam nahi hua hai.
Abhi…
kuch kaam baaki hai.”

Hawa me ek baar phir
mission wali tension ghul jaati hai.

Camera Anushka ke chehre par freeze hota hai—
aankhon me ek naya sawal,
ek nayi ladai ka ishara.

CUT.

Scene: Arti ki Library (Court case ke 3–4 din baad)

Library me shaanti thi—
books ki khushboo, pages palatne ki halki si awaaz…
Arti counter ke piche khadi kuch registers arrange kar rahi thi.
Uske chehre aur gardan par chot ke nishaan abhi bhi the,
lekin aankhon me ek alag hi sukoon tha—jaise kisi lambi ladai ke baad milta hai.

Darwaze ki ghanti halki si baji.

Arti ne nazar uthayi…
Nakul.

Bahut dino baad aaya tha.
Same simple shirt, calm si presence.
Unki nazrein ek dusre se mili—
ek pal ke liye waqt jaise ruk sa gaya.

Arti halki si muskurayi.
Nakul bhi.

Nakul apni kursi se uth kar Arti ke paas aata hai.
Uski nazar anjaane me Arti ke zakhmon par padti hai—
wo kuch nahi bolta, bas aankhon me concern aa jata hai.

Nakul (soft tone):
“Sab theek ho? Maine… kaafi kuch suna.”

Arti sir hila kar kehti hai,
“Ab haan.”

Nakul thoda sa rukta hai, phir bolta hai—
“Mujhe pata chala aapne kis tarah sab sambhala.
Sach kahun… main aap par proud feel karta hoon, Arti.”

Arti thodi si embarrass ho jati hai, phir muskurakar kehti hai—
“Thank you, Nakul.”

Thodi der normal gupshup—
books, library, routine…
sab kuch normal lagne lagta hai.

Phir Nakul halka sa smile karte hue puchta hai—
“Waise… mera wada to yaad hai na?
Coffee wala.”

Arti uski taraf dekhti hai,
phir dheere se gardan hila deti hai—
ek chhoti si smile ke saath.


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Scene Shift: Ishaani – Restaurant

Court hearing ke baad aaj pehli baar Ishaani kaam par lauti thi.

Jaise hi wo restaurant ke andar enter karti hai—
poora restaurant khada ho jata hai.

Clapping.
Seetiyan.
Smiles.

Ishaani ek pal ke liye freeze ho jati hai.

Manager aage badh kar kehta hai—
“We are proud of you, Ishaani.”

Uske colleagues use chhote-chhote gifts dete hain,
koi chocolate, koi card, koi bas hug.

Ishaani ki aankhein chamak rahi hoti hain—
thoda shock, thoda khushi.

Uski ek close friend uske kaan me kehti hai—
“Aur haan… aaj shaam tumhare liye ek surprise hai.”

Ishaani:
“Kaisa surprise?”

Friend sirf smile karti hai—
“Kuch nahi bataungi.”

Sab log wapas apne kaam par laut jaate hain,
aur Ishaani wahi khadi reh kar sabko dekhti rehti hai—
muskurate hue.


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Scene Shift: Rahat – Radio Station

Rahat bhi kaafi din baad radio station aayi thi.

Jaise hi lift se bahar nikalti hai—
staff ka ek chhota sa group taali bajata hua aata hai.

Manager kehta hai—
“Welcome back, star girl.”

Koi uske haath me coffee thama deta hai,
koi bas kehta hai—
“We missed you.”

Rahat thoda sa emotional ho jati hai,
“Thank you… thank you so much,” kehti hui.

Wo apni chair par aakar baithti hai,
mic ke saamne…
headphones uthati hai.

Ek gehri saans leti hai.

Sab kuch phir se apni jagah par aa raha tha—
lekin is baar Rahat thodi aur strong thi.

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Update 55



Scene: Same Day – Anisha (College → Kabeer ka Ghar)

College ka corridor aaj Anisha ko zyada khali sa lag raha tha.
Uske chehre par abhi bhi chot ke halkе nishaan the—
jaise yaadein jo jaane ka naam nahi le rahi thi.

Kabeer aaj bhi college me nahi tha.

Anisha ne notice board ke paas ruk kar poocha,
kisi ko bhi uske baare me kuch pata nahi tha.
Bas itna hi—“abhi rest par hai.”

Anisha bina waqt gawaaye college se nikalti hai,
ek taxi book karti hai aur Kabeer ke ghar ka address bol deti hai.


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Kabeer ka Ghar

Taxi ek aalishaan, do-manjila makaan ke saamne rukti hai.
Gate par guards khade hote hain.

Guard use rokta hai.
Anisha calmly apni ID dikhati hai.

Guard phone par baat karta hai—
dusri taraf se “haan, aane do” ki awaaz aati hai.

Guard thoda embarrassed ho kar kehta hai,
“Sorry ma’am… aaiye.”

Anisha andar jaati hai—
ghar shaant, classy, lekin thoda sa udaas sa.

Guard use seedhiyon ke paas chhod kar kehta hai,
“Upar… corner wala room. Kabeer baba wahin hain.”

Anisha thoda hesitate karti hai,
phir dheere dheere seedhiyan chadhti hai.
Har kadam ke saath uska dil tez dhadak raha tha.

Corner room ke bahar ruk kar wo knock karti hai.


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Room ke Andar

Darwaza khulta hai.

Saamne Kabeer—
thaka hua, lekin muskurata hua.
Shirt nahi pehni thi, kyunki abhi-abhi bandage change hui lagti thi.

Ek pal ke liye dono bas ek dusre ko dekhte rehte hain.

Phir Anisha ke chehre par relief aa jata hai.
Wo bina kuch kahe andar aati hai
aur seedha Kabeer ko hug kar leti hai.

Anisha (soft, concerned):
“Abhi bhi dard ho raha hai?”

Kabeer halka sa hansa,
“Ab tum aa gayi ho… to dekhte hain.”

Anisha uski baat par halki si smile deti hai.
Dono bed par saath baith jaate hain.

Anisha uski bandage ko dhyaan se dekhti hai,
jaise har nishaan ka dard mehsoos kar rahi ho.

Anisha:
“Tum bina bataye gayab ho jaate ho…
pata hai mujhe kitni tension hui?”

Kabeer (pyar se):
“Phone uthata to tum daant deti…
aur aise dekh rahi hoti to aur bhi dard hota.”

Anisha uske haath ko apne haathon me le leti hai.
Uski awaaz thodi si dheemi ho jaati hai.

Anisha:
“Kabeer… main kuch din ke liye out of station ja rahi hoon.”

Kabeer thoda sa surprise hota hai.
“Kyoon?”

Anisha uski aankhon me dekhti hai.
“Bas… kuch kaam. Samajh lo.”

Kabeer uski baat bina pooche samajh leta hai.
Wo sirf muskura deta hai.

Kabeer:
“Jab tak tum wapas aaogi…
main theek ho jaunga.”

Anisha uski baat par halki si hansi hasti hai.
“Tum theek rehna… yehi kaafi hai.”

Kabeer dheere se uska matha chhoo leta hai.
“Tum ja rahi ho… par yahin ho.”

Anisha kuch nahi bolti.
Bas uske kandhe par sir rakh deti hai.

Room me khamoshi thi—
lekin wo khamoshi bhari hui thi,
fikr se, pyaar se…
aur ek ankahe vaade se.

Scene ends.

Scene: Same Day – Evening | Ishani ke liye Surprise (Restaurant)

Shaam ho chuki thi.
Restaurant ki lights warm ho chuki thi, background me soft music chal raha tha.
Ishani apron pehne, idhar-udhar dekh rahi thi—
thoda excited, thoda impatient.

Ishani:
“Yaar… batao na, surprise kaha hai?
Subah se wait kar rahi hoon main.”

Staff sirf muskura dete hain,
koi kuch nahi bolta.

Tabhi—
restaurant ka main door dheere se khulta hai.

Andar ek ladka enter karta hai—
curly hair, tall, dark,
wahi jise dekh kar Ishani ka dil hamesha ek beat skip kar deta tha.

Ishani ki nazar us par padti hai.
Ek pal ke liye wo freeze ho jaati hai.
Phir uske chehre par ek automatic, pure wali smile aa jaati hai.

Uski dost—
jo subah “surprise” bol kar chali gayi thi—
Ishani ke paas aati hai
aur dheere se uske kaan ke paas bolti hai:

Friend (whisper):
“Kaise laga surprise?”

Ishani abhi bhi samajh nahi paati.
Wo ladki aage bolti hai—

Friend:
“Jab tum kuch din nahi aayi na…
yeh roz aata tha.
Sirf tumhare baare me poochta tha—
‘Ishani aaj aayegi? Ishani kab aayegi?’”

Ishani ki aankhein badi ho jaati hain.

Friend (smiling):
“Maine aur Humera ne…
tumhare dil ki har baat isse bata di.
Aur coincidence dekho—
yeh bhi tumhe utna hi pasand karta hai,
jitna tum ise.”

Ishani (shock me):
“Humera ne… kaise—?”

Tabhi entrance se ek aur awaaz aati hai.

Humera enters.

Ishani jaise hi use dekhti hai,
uske chehre par relief aur khushi dono aa jaati hain.

Humera seedha Ishani ke paas aati hai
aur uske kaan ke paas bolti hai:

Humera (teasing):
“Pure do din lage janab ko dhundhne me.”

Ishani bina kuch soche
Humera ko zor se hug kar leti hai.

Ishani (emotional):
“Pagal hai tu…”

Humera (soft smile):
“Tu ne mere liye khud ko daav par laga diya…
toh yeh uske saamne kuch bhi nahi.”

Isi beech wo ladka aage badhta hai.
Seedha Ishani ke saamne aakar rukta hai.

Ladka (confident, sincere):
“I’m Robin.
And I just want to tell you…
that I like you, Ishani.”

Ek second ke liye pura restaurant shaant.
Phir—
hooting, claps, whistles.

Ishani ke gaal blush ho jaate hain.
Uski aankhon me sharm bhi hai,
aur khushi bhi.

Robin apna haath aage badhata hai.

Ishani thoda hesitate karti hai,
phir apna haath uske haath me rakh deti hai.

Robin muskurata hai
aur use restaurant ke bahar le jaane lagta hai.

Ishani bhi khushi-khushi uske saath chal padti hai.

Bahar jaane se pehle
wo ek baar peeche mud kar Humera ko dekhti hai.

Humera door se hi bolti hai:
“Love you.”

Ishani bina bole
sirf ek pyaari si smile pass karti hai.

Door band hota hai.

Restaurant ke andar sabke chehron par ek hi baat likhi hoti hai—
aaj kisi ka dil jeet gaya.

Happy Montage | Ek Sukoon Bhara Saans

— Montage Begins —

Rahat ka ghar
Dining table par shaanti hai…
aur is shaanti me pyaar ghula hua hai.

Imdad khud apne haathon se Rahat ko khana khila rahe hain.
Har niwala jaise ek maafi,
har nazar jaise ek acceptance.

Rahat chup chaap hai,
par uski aankhon me wo sukoon hai
jo use saalon se nahi mila tha.

Imdad uske baal pyaar se sehla dete hain.
Rahat halki si muskurati hai.

— baap ka pyaar der se sahi, par sachcha hai —


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Arti ka ghar – Kitchen
Gas par kuch ubal raha hai,
aur beech-beech me hasi bhi.

Arti ki saas usse ek recipe samjha rahi hain—
“Dekho, masala jalna nahi chahiye.”

Arti muskurakar bolti hai:
“Jaise aap mujhe jalne nahi deti.”

Saas aankh dikha kar bolti hain:
“Zyada smart mat bano.”

Dono hans padti hain.
Kitchen me sirf khana nahi pak raha—
rishta bhi pak chuka hai.


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Ishani & Robin – Sunset View
Khula aasman,
do cup coffee,
aur dhalte suraj ki laali.

Robin aur Ishani side by side khade hain,
beech me thoda sa distance—
par dil bilkul paas.

Hawa Ishani ke baalon se khelti hai.
Robin use dekhta hai,
Ishani blush karke nazar chura leti hai.

Sunset dheere dheere andhere me badal raha hai,
jaise ek naye chapter ki shuruaat.


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Anisha & Kabeer
Kabeer ka room.
Khamoshi.
Sirf saanson ki awaaz.

Dono bed par cuddle kar rahe hain,
Anisha ka sir Kabeer ke seene par,
Kabeer ka haath uske baalon me.

Dono ki aankhein band hain—
na darr,
na sawal,
sirf ek pal ka sukoon.

Jaise zindagi ne thodi der ke liye
jung rok di ho.

— Montage Ends —


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Story Teller ki awaaz (soft, reflective):

> Kisi ko uske baap ka pyaar mil gaya…
Kisi ko saas ke roop me maa…
Koi apne crush ko jeet chuka hai…
To koi apne pyaar ko baahon me mehsoos kar raha hai…



> Zindagi bhi na… bilkul unpredictable hai.
Uske ups and downs utne hi normal hain,
jitni saansen lena.



> Zindagi hazaar sabak sikhati hai,
par jo sabak yaad reh jaata hai,
asal me wahi kamyabi ka raaz hota hai.



> To kya ab sabki life me sab kuch theek ho gaya…?



Nahi.

Abhi ek kaam baaki tha…

Next Day | Anushka ka Safar

Subah abhi poori tarah khuli bhi nahi thi
jab Anushka apni car start karti hai.

Gate se nikalte hue
wo apni maa ke paas jhukti hai,
uske baalon me ek halki si kiss—
jaise keh rahi ho “jaldi lautungi.”

Aaj ka din important tha.
Jo jaal usne apne hitman ko pakadne ke liye bichhaya tha,
wo jaal ab kaat liya gaya tha.

Client ne achanak
meeting ka venue change kar diya tha.

Move number one.
Aur Anushka samajh chuki thi—
yeh koi normal meeting nahi hai.

Six hours ki drive.

Road lambi thi,
par uske khayal usse bhi zyada.


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Montage

— Highway par car daudti hui
— Dashboard clock dheere dheere aage badhti hui
— Anushka ki aankhen, focused… par andar se alert

Beech raaste wo ek chhote se highway hotel par rukti hai.

Chai ka ek cup—
bhaap uthti hui.

Wo do ghoont leti hai.
Muh par thanda pani marti hai,
jaise apne dimaag ko bhi thoda thanda kar rahi ho.

Hotel ke bahar,
gaadi ke bonnet par baith kar
wo kuch pal aasman dekhti hai.

“Aage kya hoga…?”
sawal tha,
par jawab abhi nahi.

— Montage Ends —


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Shaam ke kareeb
wo usi hotel pahunchti hai
jahan meeting ke liye uska stay arrange tha.

Reception par calmly bolti hai:
“Anushka”

Clerk screen dekhta hai,
sir hila kar keys aage badha deta hai.

Room pehle se booked tha.
Expenses— client ke.

Aur yahi baat Anushka ko aur zyada uneasy kar rahi thi.

Room me aate hi
uske phone par ek message flash hota hai—

? Location
⏰ Time: 2–3 hours later

Client ka hi message tha.

Anushka bags kholti hai,
kapde nikalti hai
aur bathroom ki taraf badh jati hai.

Shower ka pani thanda tha,
lekin uska dimaag
abhi bhi garam.

Soch, suspicion, calculation—
sab ek saath chal raha tha.

Bahaar aakar
wo dress up karti hai.
Files, documents—
ek ek karke check karti hai.

Sab kuch sahi jagah par.


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Leather jacket,
dark top,
jeans
aur niche leather shoes.

Aaj Christmas tha.

Sheher thandi hawa me lipta hua tha
aur jashn me dooba hua bhi.

Jaise hi Anushka hotel se nikalti hai
aur car thodi aage badhati hai—

wo dekhti hai
poora sheher saja hua hai.

Lights.
Flags.
Decorations.

Lag raha tha
jaise sardiyon ka asli maza
yahan ke log achhe se lena jaante ho.

colleges band the.
Winter vacations chal rahi thi.
Aur mausam—
bilkul teekha, bilkul thanda.


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Location follow karte hue
Anushka dheere dheere
sheher se door hoti jati hai.

Road pahadi ho jati hai.

Aur phir—
uske saamne aati hai
ek purani, band factory.

Zang lagi hui iron gates.
Tooti hui deewarein.
Aur aas-paas…
khamoshi.

Anushka gaadi rok deti hai.

Jagah…
suspicious thi.

Wo turant apne client ko call lagati hai.

Ring nahi jaati.

Hill area.
No network.

Anushka gaadi ke steering par
apni pakad tight karti hai.

Aaj ka din festive tha,
sheher roshni me tha—

par yahan…
sirf andhera aur sawal the.

Aur Anushka jaanti thi—
yeh meeting sirf meeting nahi hai.

Yahin se asli khel shuru hone wala tha.

Agla Scene – Kabristan ka Sach

Anushka car se utarti hai.

Band factory ke andheron ko peeche chhodte hue
wo dheere dheere andar badhti hai.

Har kadam par
sannata aur gehra hota ja raha tha.

Tooti hui zameen,
sookhe patte,
hawa ki seeti—
jaise jagah khud usse wapas jaane ko keh rahi ho.

Factory ke lawn tak pahuchte hi
use thodi door, outer side me
ek chhota sa room dikhta hai.

Lights on thi.

Anushka usi roshni ki taraf badhti hai—
kadmon ki raftaar dheemi,
saansen tez.

Idhar-udhar dekhte hue
jab wo room ke paas pahuchti hai
to dekhti hai—

Room bilkul khaali.

Wo turant mudne hi wali hoti hai
ki uski nazar
ek signboard par padti hai.

“WELCOME ANUSHKA”

Uske kadam ruk jaate hain.

Wo room ke andar wapas jaati hai,
chaaron taraf dekhti hai.

Tabhi—
ek speaker par awaaz goonjti hai.

> “Anushka…”



Uska naam.

Anushka ka dil zor se dhadakta hai.

Speaker se instructions aane lagti hain—
raasta, direction,
aur aage badhne ka ishara.

Wo bina kuch bole
sab kuch dhyaan se sunti hai
aur phir room se bahar nikal kar
usi direction me chal padti hai.


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Raasta ubad-khabad tha.

Sookhi lakdiyaan,
pathar,
mitti.

Aur dheere dheere
wo ek aisi jagah pahuch jaati hai
jahan—

charo taraf sirf kabrein thi.

Kabristan.

Anushka ke kadam thithak jaate hain.

Uske haath kaanpne lagte hain.

Wo phone nikal kar dekhti hai—
abhi bhi no network.

Anushka awaaz lagati hai:

“Hello?
Koi hai?
Yeh kaisa mazaak hai?”

Uski awaaz
kabristan ke sannate me
wapis laut aati hai.

“Main meeting ke liye aayi thi,
aur ab mujhe
aapse koi interest nahi hai deal karne ka.
I’m going… bloody joker!”

Wo jaane ke liye mudti hai—

Tabhi peeche se awaaz aati hai:

“Anushka.”

Uska jism ek jhatke me sehem jaata hai.

Wo dheere dheere mudkar dekhti hai.

Aur saamne—

Jeevan.

Wahi Jeevan
jise wo uncle kehti thi.
Wahi Jeevan
jo uske papa ka sabse kareebi dost tha.

Anushka ki aankhein phail jaati hain.

“Himmat karke bolti hai—
Yeh kya mazaak hai, Jeevan uncle?
Koi is tarah ka prank karta hai kya?”

Jeevan chup rehta hai.

Anushka gusse aur shock me bol padti hai:

“Agar yeh sab aapne kiya hai
to yeh bahut shameful hai.
Main aapki complaint karungi.
Aur ab mujhe is meeting me
koi shauk nahi…
main ja rahi hoon.”

Wo jaane ke liye mudti hi hai—

Jeevan bolta hai,
awaaz bhari hui:

“Yeh meri beti ki kabr hai, Anushka.”

Anushka sihar jaati hai.

Wo palat kar uski taraf dekhti hai—
par kuch keh nahi paati.

Jeevan aage bolta hai:

“Sirf 17 saal ki thi…
meri Shubhangi.
Padhai me intelligent,
class me hamesha top.”


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FLASHBACK STARTS

Ek khoobsurat ladki—
Shubhangi.

Class me medal mil raha hai.
Swimming me first.
Singing me first.
Naachti hai to jaise morni.

CA banne ka sapna.
Har kaam me first.

Padosi ho ya relatives—
sabki madad karti.
Maa-baap ke liye
jaise poori duniya wahi thi.

Har taraf bas uska hi naam.


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Ek din—

Jeevan ghar aata hai.

Aangan me
Shubhangi ka dupatta pada hai.

Sofa par salwar.
Kameez kai jagah se fati hui.

Aur Shubhangi—
zameen par,
aankhein band.

Jeevan kaanp jaata hai.

Wo use uthakar
bhaagte hue hospital le jaata hai.


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Hospital Montage

Doctors koshish kar rahe hain.
Machines ki awaaz.
Bahaar Jeevan
aur Anushka ke papa khade hain.

Anushka ke papa
Jeevan ke kandhe par haath rakh kar
use himmat dete hain.

Kuch aadhe ghante baad
doctor bahar aata hai.

Udaas aankhon se
sir hila deta hai.

Jeevan wahi
toot kar chilla uthta hai.


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Montage

Shubhangi ka antim sanskar.

Sach saamne aata hai—
Shubhangi asal me
ek orphanage se god li hui thi.

Uska asli naam—
Waziha.

Jeevan ne use
usi ke asli maa-baap ki kabr ke paas
dafnaaya.


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Kuch din Jeevan sadme me rehta hai.

Phir dheere dheere
kaam par laut aata hai.

Aur phir—
security officer investigation ki report aati hai.

security officer Jeevan ko
ek locket deti hai.

“Death ka reason to aap jaante hi honge,
bas yeh locket
aapke ghar se mila hai.
Kya yeh kisi ka hai?”

Jeevan locket dekhta hai—

Uski aankhein phail jaati hain.

Wo pehchaan jaata hai.

Par security officer se jhooth bolta hai:

“Yeh mera hai…
kuch din pehle kho gaya tha.”

Evidence ki kami me
case band ho jaata hai.

Par Jeevan
samajh chuka hota hai—
kisne… aur kyun.


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TIME FLY – 2 SAAL BAAD

Anushka ke papa ko promotion milta hai.

Company ek car deti hai—
personal use ke liye.

Promotion wali raat
wo bahut zyada peete hain.

Jeevan bas unhe ghoorta rehta hai.

Wo unhe ghar chhodne nikalta hai—
usi car me.

Nashe me
Anushka ke papa
Shubhangi ko yaad karte ja rahe hote hain.

Uski baatein.
Uski intelligence.
Uska nature.

Aur phir—
wo has kar bol padte hain:

“Us din bhi
kitni khoobsurat lag rahi thi
hamari Rani… ufff.”

Wo zor se hans padte hain.

Jeevan ki aankhon me
aag bhadak uthti hai.

Uska shak
confirm ho jaata hai.

Jeevan gear daalta hai,
acceleration badhata hai—

Aur chalti car se
kood jaata hai.

Car seedha
truck se takraati hai.

Blast.


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FLASHBACK ENDS

Anushka ka chehra safed pad chuka tha.

Aankhein laal,
geeli.

Saansen tez.
Gala sookh chuka tha.

Wo cheekh padti hai:

“NAHI!
Aisa nahi ho sakta!
Mere papa aisa nahi kar sakte!”

Jeevan chup rehta hai.

Wo apne aansu pochta hai
aur peeche se
ek chhoora nikaalta hai.

Anushka zameen par baith kar
phoot-phoot kar rone lagti hai.

Jeevan bolta hai:

“I’m sorry, Anushka…
par Shubhangi
meri zindagi thi.
Mujhe maaf kar dena.”

Wo chhoora upar uthata hai—

Tabhi
ek haath peeche se aakar
uska haath pakad leta hai.

Jeevan palat kar dekhta hai—

Anisha.

Aur uske saath—
Rahat.

Dono ek saath
Jeevan ko dhakka deti hain.

Chhoora chhin leti hain.

Jeevan door ja girta hai.

Anisha turant
Anushka ke paas baith kar
use sambhalti hai.

Rahat
Jeevan ke saamne
bilkul tayaar khadi hoti hai.

Jeevan uthta hai,
kapdon se mitti jhaadta hai
aur Anushka ko dekhta hai.

Rahat uske aur Anushka ke beech
deewar ban kar khadi hoti hai.

Jeevan bolta hai,
thandi, zehreeli awaaz me:

“Anushka…
aaj nahi to kal
main apni beti ka badla
zaroor lunga.”

Aur wo
kabristan ke andheron me
gaayab ho jaata hai.

Anushka, Anisha aur Rahat
khamoshi se
usse jaate hue dekhte rehte hain.

Yeh sirf sach ka khulasa nahi tha—
yeh tha ek khaufnaak pal jise anushka chah kar bhi kabhi bhoola nahi payegi.




**Agla Scene – Next Day

Arti & Nakul | Coffee Party**

Library ke time ke beech ka break.

Sheher ke ek cozy se café me
Arti aur Nakul
corner wali table par baithe hue the.

Table par
us area ki sabse best coffee
se bhari hui do cups.

Steam uth rahi thi,
aur dono ke chehron par
ek halka sa sukoon.

Arti pehle sip leti hai
aur aankhein band kar leti hai.

Arti (smile ke saath):
“Hmm… sach me best hai.”

Nakul (fake proud tone):
“Obviously. Main laaya hoon.
Tum kya samjhi ho?”

Arti hasti hai.

Thodi der ki khamoshi ke baad
Arti seedha sawal daag deti hai—

Arti:
“Waise… girlfriend hai tumhari?”

Nakul almost coffee thook deta hai.

Nakul:
“Direct attack?
Coffee party hai ya interrogation?”

Arti (teasing):
“Simple question hai.
Library me toh hamesha books ke saath hi dikhte ho.”

Nakul (dramatic sigh):
“Books loyal hoti hain, Arti.
Complaint nahi karti.”

Arti zor se hans padti hai.

Arti:
“Toh matlab… koi girlfriend nahi?”

Nakul:
“Matlab…
agar hoti toh tumse kyun chhupata?”

Arti (eyebrow raise):
“Hmm… suspicious.”

Nakul coffee ka sip leta hai
aur palat kar poochta hai—

Nakul:
“Ab meri baari.
Tum apne husband se
kitna pyaar karti ho?”

Arti bina soche bol deti hai—

Arti:
“Bahut.”

Phir thoda ruk kar—

“Par haan…
kabhi kabhi
unhe bhi
meri saas se zyada darr lagta hai.”

Nakul hans hans ke table pakad leta hai.

Nakul:
“Wow!
Matlab boss fight
abhi bhi pending hai?”

Arti (acting serious):
“Boss fight nahi,
daily survival challenge.”

Nakul uski taraf dekh kar kehta hai—

Nakul:
“Waise sach bolun?
Tumhari saas ka naam sunte hi
tumhara face change ho jaata hai.”

Arti:
“Change nahi hota,
automatic ‘defence mode’ on ho jaata hai.”

Dono zor se hans padte hain.

Nakul thoda sa lean karta hai.

Nakul:
“Lekin ek baat hai…
tum bahut strong ho, Arti.
Jaisa tum dikhati ho na…
waisi ho nahi.”

Arti ek second ke liye chup ho jaati hai,
phir halki smile ke saath bolti hai—

Arti:
“Shayad isi liye
zindagi mujhe strong banati ja rahi hai.”

Nakul cup uthata hai.

Nakul:
“Toh phir…
strong dost ke naam ek toast?”

Arti apna cup uthati hai.

Arti:
“Dost.”

Dono cups gently takrate hain.

Coffee thandi ho rahi thi,
par baat-cheet me
ek nayi warmth aa chuki thi.

Ab yeh rishta sirf librarian aur visitor ka nahi raha—
yeh dosti ban chuki thi.

Scene: Anushka ka Ghar — Shaam ka waqt

Living room me halki si roshni thi. Curtains aadhe khule hue, bahar shaam ka aasman dheere dheere andhera odh raha tha.
Anushka sofa ke kone me baithi thi — phone haath me, par screen par kuch dekh nahi rahi thi. Aankhein thaki hui, chehra chup.

Darwaze par bell bajti hai.

Anushka jaakar darwaza kholti hai…
Rahat, Arti, Ishani, Anisha — sab ek saath.

Rahat (dramatic tone):
“Madam Anushka ji… BEHEN_CODE ki emergency attendance lagane aaye hain.”

Anushka halki si muskurati hai, par aankhon tak baat nahi pahunchti.
Sab andar aa jaati hain.


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Cheer-up Attempts (Light Moments)

Sab sofa aur carpet par baith jaati hain.

Arti (casual banne ki koshish):
“Waise Anushka, tum tension me ho na… meri saas tumse mil leti na, saari tension bhool jaati.
Kal hi boli— ‘Namak zyada tha’… jabki namak dala hi nahi tha.”

Sab hans padti hain.

Rahat:
“Tumhari saas phir bhi ghar ki hai Arti…
Mere radio station pe toh roz free ka roast hota hai.
RJ bolta hai— ‘Rahat, mic on hai ya tumhara mood off?’”

Ishani (sharmate hue):
“Waise meri life thodi sorted lag rahi hai…
Robin ke saath sunset dekha… life me pehli baar kisi ne kaha— ‘Tum bas khamosh raho, main baat kar lunga.’”

Anisha (teasing smile):
“Sunset? Cute.
Main toh Kabeer ke room me thi… date pe.
Bandage change ho rahi thi, main nurse ban gayi.”

Sab fir hans deti hain.

Anushka bhi muskurati hai…
par bas ek pal ke liye.


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Silence — Mood Shift

Rahat Anushka ko gaur se dekhti hai.

Rahat (soft):
“Bas hassi ka quota ho gaya…
Ab sach bolo Anushka.
Tum yahan ho, par ho nahi.”

Kamre me shanti.


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Emotional Sharing Begins

Ishani (gehri saans lekar):
“Mujhe pata hai chup rehna kaisa hota hai…
Jab ghar me roz maa-baap ladte ho na,
toh bachcha sirf deewar ban jata hai.
Divorce ke baad mujhe laga — shayad galti meri thi.”

Anushka dhyaan se sunti hai.

Rahat:
“Mere walid…
Zindagi bhar lagta raha main unke liye bojh hoon.
Ab jab wo pyaar se baat karte hain,
toh darr lagta hai — kahin yeh bhi temporary na ho.”

Arti:
“Mujhe sab perfect lagta hai logon ko…
par har din khud ko prove karna padta hai —
biwi hoon, bahu hoon, par pehle ek insaan hoon.”

Anushka ki aankhon me nami aa jaati hai.


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Anisha ka Sach (Heaviest Moment)

Anisha apna chashma theek karti hai. Awaaz thodi kampti hai.

Anisha:
“Meri ek cousin behen hai…
PTI hai, local college me.
Ek ladke ne pyaar ka drama kiya…
phir uske sath sex and all that and. Fir chhod diya…
aur baad me kisi aur se shaadi kar li.”

Sab chup.

Anisha (aankhein bhar aati hain):
“Ab wo depression me hai.
Khud ko dosh deti hai.
Aur main… bas dekh rahi hoon.
Kuch kar nahi pa rahi.”

Silence heavy ho jaata hai.


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Anushka ka Breakdown & Confession

Anushka dheere se Anisha ki taraf dekhti hai.

Anushka (bhari awaaz):
“Shayad aajkal…
kisi par bharosa hi nahi kiya ja sakta.”

Wo uth kar khadi hoti hai.
Khidki ke paas jaakar rukti hai.

Anushka (toot-te hue):
“Mere papa…
meri duniya the.
Aur ab… mujhe nahi pata main kis sach ke saath jee rahi hoon.”

Wo palat kar sabko dekhti hai — aankhon se aansu beh rahe hain.

Anushka:
“Main strong banne ki koshish karti rahi…
par sach yeh hai —
main dar gayi hoon.
Isliye gatherings se door rahi.”

Rahat aage badhkar uska haath pakad leti hai.
Arti aur Ishani bhi paas aa jaati hain.


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Hope & Mission Spark

Anushka achanak Anisha ki baat yaad karke seedhi khadi hoti hai.

Anushka aansu ponchhti hai.
Awaaz firm ho jaati hai.

Anushka:
“Phir decide ho gaya.
Next mission — tumhari behen ki zindagi wapas khadi karna.
Jo uske saath hua… uska hisaab hoga.”

Sab ek-dusre ko dekhti hain.


Anushka (aankhon me naya josh):
“Tumhari behen…
abhi kahan hai or uska naam kya hai"

Anisha:
“Ghar par.
Naam… Nikhat Siddiqui.”















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