25-06-2025, 09:22 PM
Update 8
Hillside Camp Base Late Morning
Bus ek winding hilly road se guzarti hui ek open grassy base camp ke saamne rukti hai. Door tak green valley, tent poles already lag chuke hain, andekha adventure hawa mein ghoom raha hota hai.Sab students thak ke bhi excited. Thoda fresh hone ka, thoda photo lene ka, aur zyada tent-sharing ka mood.
Anwar Madam clipboard leke sabko utarne ke liye keh rahi hoti hain.
Arjun
(cheerfully shouting from inside)
“Bas aa gaya bhai! Zameen pe pair rakho, swarg se kam nahi lagega!”
Zaheer
(thoda sarcasm)
“Tu toh pahadon ke liye bana hi nahi...
tu tent ke liye bhi booking.com dhoondh raha hoga.”
Arjun
“Main tent mein nahi sota... main tent ko entertain karta hoon!”
Sab students hasne lagte hain.
Ammu quietly bus se utarti hai, ek small backpack leke. Aankhon mein thoda confusion, lekin chehre pe excitement. Uske baalon mein dhool chhupi hai, lekin uska plain look ab fresh lag raha hai. Door ek kone mein Taz utarta hai, aur aankhon se Ammu ko locate karta hai bas aankhon se, bina kuch bole.
Uski nazar Ammu ke back neckline, aur uski walking posture pe tik jati hai.
Taz
(under breath)
“…hmm… plain suits hide less than they reveal.”
Wo fir se ek tent corner pe lean karke pretend karta hai ki kuch kaam mein busy hai — lekin uski aankhen follow kar rahi hoti hain.
Tent Allotment Chaos
Aage ek huge whiteboard pe names likhe hote hain:
Tent 3 – Arjun, Zaheer, Sadiq
Tent 6 – Shanu, Ammu, Kritika
Shanu
(dekhti hai list)
“Ayeee! Main aur tu same tent mein! Mujhe laga main koi aur ke saath phase jaungi!”
Ammu
(smiling)
“Kritika bhi chill hai… bas raat ko loud music mat lagaye.”
Arjun
(board dekh ke)
“Zaheer… tu aur main… firse roommates.Jitna tujhe main jaanta hoon, meri shaadi bhi tujhe call kar ke plan karani padegi.”
Zaheer
“Main baraat mein DJ bhi hoon aur bouncer bhi.”
Sadiq
(beech se)
“Main light band karunga toh tu dono chup rehna!”
Dono hasne lagte hain.
Sab log apna-apna tent choose kar rahe hote hain.Shanu aur Ammu ek side corner tent le leti hain zyada private, thoda shadow mein.
Inside, Shanu zip open karke enter karti hai.
Shanu
“Oh God, yeh tent toh make-up room jitna bhi nahi hai!”
Tabhi tent ka zip thoda hilta hai dono thoda alert hoti hain.
Bahaar se Taz ka voice aata hai:
Taz
“Main extra mat le raha hoon, kisi ko chahiye toh bol dena…”
Uski voice slow, passive hai — lekin dono ladkiyon ka mood awkward ho jaata hai.
Ammu
(softly)“Yeh banda... strange
hai.”
Shanu
(looking out cautiously)
“Kya tumhe bhi feel hota hai ki wo bas dekh raha hota hai?”
Ammu bas sir hilaati hai.
Everyone Relaxed
Sab camp chairs pe baith kar biscuits aur tea le rahe hain.
Mountains ki thandi hawa, aur log apne blankets pehn ke, full cozy zone mein hain.
Arjun
(looking around)
“Pahaad mein chai… aur doston ka drama. Mujhe zindagi se aur kuch nahi chahiye.”
Zaheer
“Tu chai ko bhi romantic bana dega. Bas cup se nikle aur shaayari shuru.”
Arjun
(raising cup dramatically)
“Yeh chai nahi, tere naam ki tapakti yaadon ka rishta hai…”
Sab hasne lagte hain.
Taz, thoda door baithe hue bhi, Ammu ko glance karta hai but Anwar Madam uske peeche se cross karti hai, toh wo aankh chura leta hai.
Late Night | Light Drizzle
Hawa thodi thandi ho gayi hai, bonfire ka aakhri glow bhi bujh raha hai.
Zyada students apne tents mein chale gaye hain.
Sky pe clouds gheraav banaye hue hain, aur halki boonden padna shuru ho jaati hain.
Ammu, washroom ke direction se quietly wapas aa rahi hoti hai. Uska dupatta thoda wet ho chuka hai, baal halka frizzy.
Raaste mein tez baarish start ho jaati hai. Wo running nahi, bas thoda fast steps mein shelter dhoondhne lagti hai.
Tabhi ek corner tent ke side tarp ke neeche ek figure baitha dikhta hai — Arjun.
Earphones ka ek plug uske kaan mein hai, dusra free.
Ek hand se usne jacket ke collar ko tight kiya hua hai.
Hillside Camp Base Late Morning
Bus ek winding hilly road se guzarti hui ek open grassy base camp ke saamne rukti hai. Door tak green valley, tent poles already lag chuke hain, andekha adventure hawa mein ghoom raha hota hai.Sab students thak ke bhi excited. Thoda fresh hone ka, thoda photo lene ka, aur zyada tent-sharing ka mood.
Anwar Madam clipboard leke sabko utarne ke liye keh rahi hoti hain.
Arjun
(cheerfully shouting from inside)
“Bas aa gaya bhai! Zameen pe pair rakho, swarg se kam nahi lagega!”
Zaheer
(thoda sarcasm)
“Tu toh pahadon ke liye bana hi nahi...
tu tent ke liye bhi booking.com dhoondh raha hoga.”
Arjun
“Main tent mein nahi sota... main tent ko entertain karta hoon!”
Sab students hasne lagte hain.
Ammu quietly bus se utarti hai, ek small backpack leke. Aankhon mein thoda confusion, lekin chehre pe excitement. Uske baalon mein dhool chhupi hai, lekin uska plain look ab fresh lag raha hai. Door ek kone mein Taz utarta hai, aur aankhon se Ammu ko locate karta hai bas aankhon se, bina kuch bole.
Uski nazar Ammu ke back neckline, aur uski walking posture pe tik jati hai.
Taz
(under breath)
“…hmm… plain suits hide less than they reveal.”
Wo fir se ek tent corner pe lean karke pretend karta hai ki kuch kaam mein busy hai — lekin uski aankhen follow kar rahi hoti hain.
Tent Allotment Chaos
Aage ek huge whiteboard pe names likhe hote hain:
Tent 3 – Arjun, Zaheer, Sadiq
Tent 6 – Shanu, Ammu, Kritika
Shanu
(dekhti hai list)
“Ayeee! Main aur tu same tent mein! Mujhe laga main koi aur ke saath phase jaungi!”
Ammu
(smiling)
“Kritika bhi chill hai… bas raat ko loud music mat lagaye.”
Arjun
(board dekh ke)
“Zaheer… tu aur main… firse roommates.Jitna tujhe main jaanta hoon, meri shaadi bhi tujhe call kar ke plan karani padegi.”
Zaheer
“Main baraat mein DJ bhi hoon aur bouncer bhi.”
Sadiq
(beech se)
“Main light band karunga toh tu dono chup rehna!”
Dono hasne lagte hain.
Sab log apna-apna tent choose kar rahe hote hain.Shanu aur Ammu ek side corner tent le leti hain zyada private, thoda shadow mein.
Inside, Shanu zip open karke enter karti hai.
Shanu
“Oh God, yeh tent toh make-up room jitna bhi nahi hai!”
Tabhi tent ka zip thoda hilta hai dono thoda alert hoti hain.
Bahaar se Taz ka voice aata hai:
Taz
“Main extra mat le raha hoon, kisi ko chahiye toh bol dena…”
Uski voice slow, passive hai — lekin dono ladkiyon ka mood awkward ho jaata hai.
Ammu
(softly)“Yeh banda... strange
hai.”
Shanu
(looking out cautiously)
“Kya tumhe bhi feel hota hai ki wo bas dekh raha hota hai?”
Ammu bas sir hilaati hai.
Everyone Relaxed
Sab camp chairs pe baith kar biscuits aur tea le rahe hain.
Mountains ki thandi hawa, aur log apne blankets pehn ke, full cozy zone mein hain.
Arjun
(looking around)
“Pahaad mein chai… aur doston ka drama. Mujhe zindagi se aur kuch nahi chahiye.”
Zaheer
“Tu chai ko bhi romantic bana dega. Bas cup se nikle aur shaayari shuru.”
Arjun
(raising cup dramatically)
“Yeh chai nahi, tere naam ki tapakti yaadon ka rishta hai…”
Sab hasne lagte hain.
Taz, thoda door baithe hue bhi, Ammu ko glance karta hai but Anwar Madam uske peeche se cross karti hai, toh wo aankh chura leta hai.
Late Night | Light Drizzle
Hawa thodi thandi ho gayi hai, bonfire ka aakhri glow bhi bujh raha hai.
Zyada students apne tents mein chale gaye hain.
Sky pe clouds gheraav banaye hue hain, aur halki boonden padna shuru ho jaati hain.
Ammu, washroom ke direction se quietly wapas aa rahi hoti hai. Uska dupatta thoda wet ho chuka hai, baal halka frizzy.
Raaste mein tez baarish start ho jaati hai. Wo running nahi, bas thoda fast steps mein shelter dhoondhne lagti hai.
Tabhi ek corner tent ke side tarp ke neeche ek figure baitha dikhta hai — Arjun.
Earphones ka ek plug uske kaan mein hai, dusra free.
Ek hand se usne jacket ke collar ko tight kiya hua hai.
Ammu rukti hai. Baarish zyada badh gayi hai. Arjun ki taraf dekhti hai hesitation nahi, sirf ek pause.
Ammu
(softly)
“Yahan share kar sakti hoon?”
Arjun
(earphones nikalta hai, thoda smile karta hai)
“Tarp ka tension mat lo. Emotions ke liye zyada jagah chhodi hai.”
Ammu thoda hansi rok ke uske paas baith jaati hai, lekin dono ke beech ek hand’s distance hai.
Unke upar sirf ek plastic tarp loosely tied hai jo baarish se bachaa raha hai.
Ek long silence.
Sirf baarish ki tapping sound. Background mein door se kisi ka halki awaz mein laugh sunai deta hai.
Ammu dupatta theek karte karte haath thoda Arjun ke haath ke paas le aati hai. Uski fingers halki si Arjun ki fingers ko brush kar jaati hain — totally accidental… ya shayad nahi.
Arjun reacts nahi karta bas ek deep breath leta hai.
Ammu bhi kuch nahi bolti.
Phir... Arjun apna haath halka sa shift karta hai — aur unki pinky fingers touch mein aa jaati hain. Not full hold. Bas ek soft, warm touch jo dono ko feel hota hai.
Arjun
(very softly, thoda teasing)
“Baarish ki thandak sirf baarish ki nahi hoti… kabhi kabhi... kuch aur bhi…”
Ammu
(looking away, half smile)
“Tumhara problem yeh hai Arjun… tum feel zyada karte ho, bol kam.”
Arjun
(looking at her, serious tone mein)
“Aur tum bolti nahi ho… bas aankhon se sab bata deti ho.”
Ammu ka face thoda side hota hai, lekin smile chhupi nahi hoti.Uska dupatta ek boond se bhig jaata hai… Arjun automatically dupatta sambhaal deta hai ek hand se uska corner kheech ke uski lap mein rakh deta hai. Phir dono ek dusre ki taraf nahi dekhte — baarish dekhte hain, lekin soch ek dusre ke baare mein.
Arjun
(softly)
“Is trip ke baad main sirf memory nahi le jaa raha…”
Ammu pal bhar uski taraf dekhti hai, fir back to front she doesn’t ask what. Uski aankhon mein answer already hota hai.
Post-Dinner Silence | Around 10:30 PM
Dinner ke baad sab students apne-apne tents mein chale gaye hain. Bonfire bujh chuka hai, sirf halki si smell hawa mein baaki hai.
Sky clear ho chuka hai, stars dikh rahe hain.Camp ekdam shaant hai. Sirf raat ke insects ki halki awaazein.Zaheer ek torch leke thoda side path par chalta hua dikhta hai. Uske haath mein ek book hai — thoda nerdy wala side activate hai uska.Tabhi ek corner tent ke paas Anwar Madam dikhti hain — light jacket, clipboard haath mein.
Anwar Madam
(thoda soft surprise)
“Zaheer? Abhi tak jag rahe ho?”
Zaheer
(smiling lightly)
“Bas thoda revision kar raha tha.
Anwar Madam
(appreciating)
“Impressive. Tum consistently ache ho… bas thoda open up karna seekho.”
Zaheer
(thoda modestly)
“Main zyada baatein nahi karta... bas kaam pe dhyan.”
Anwar Madam
“Good. Sometimes silence bhi strength hoti hai.”
Dono ek minute khade rehte hain casual professional tone mein.Anwar madam ek paper check karti hain clipboard pe, aur phir ek pen nikal ke kuch mark karne lagti hain.
Shanu, ek small flashlight leke thoda side walk par aayi hoti hai — Kritika ka lip balm dhoondhne ke bahane tent ke bahar aayi thi.Tabhi uski nazar thoda distance par Zaheer aur Anwar Madam pe padti hai.
Door se kuch suna nahi deta. Sirf silhouettes aur unki body language dikhti hai.
Zaheer calm hai.
Anwar Madam uski taraf slightly lean karti hai.
Ek moment aisa lagta hai jaise madam ne uske shoulder ko touch kiya casually encouragement mein.
Shanu ka face thoda blank ho jaata hai. Na jealousy, na doubt sirf ek tight sa feel jaise kuch chipak gaya ho chest mein.
Uska expression neutral hai, par uski aankhen uss moment ko photograph kar leti hain.Phir wo silently palat jaati hai lip balm milta bhi hai ya nahi, important nahi lagta.
Jab wo apne tent ke paas pahuchti hai, Ammu tent ke andar se puchti hai:
Ammu
“Mil gaya kya?”
Shanu
(softly, jhoot sa smile)
“Hmm… mil gaya.”
Fir wo zip band karti hai, lekin uski aankhon mein thoda soch baaki hoti hai.
Ammu
(softly)
“Yahan share kar sakti hoon?”
Arjun
(earphones nikalta hai, thoda smile karta hai)
“Tarp ka tension mat lo. Emotions ke liye zyada jagah chhodi hai.”
Ammu thoda hansi rok ke uske paas baith jaati hai, lekin dono ke beech ek hand’s distance hai.
Unke upar sirf ek plastic tarp loosely tied hai jo baarish se bachaa raha hai.
Ek long silence.
Sirf baarish ki tapping sound. Background mein door se kisi ka halki awaz mein laugh sunai deta hai.
Ammu dupatta theek karte karte haath thoda Arjun ke haath ke paas le aati hai. Uski fingers halki si Arjun ki fingers ko brush kar jaati hain — totally accidental… ya shayad nahi.
Arjun reacts nahi karta bas ek deep breath leta hai.
Ammu bhi kuch nahi bolti.
Phir... Arjun apna haath halka sa shift karta hai — aur unki pinky fingers touch mein aa jaati hain. Not full hold. Bas ek soft, warm touch jo dono ko feel hota hai.
Arjun
(very softly, thoda teasing)
“Baarish ki thandak sirf baarish ki nahi hoti… kabhi kabhi... kuch aur bhi…”
Ammu
(looking away, half smile)
“Tumhara problem yeh hai Arjun… tum feel zyada karte ho, bol kam.”
Arjun
(looking at her, serious tone mein)
“Aur tum bolti nahi ho… bas aankhon se sab bata deti ho.”
Ammu ka face thoda side hota hai, lekin smile chhupi nahi hoti.Uska dupatta ek boond se bhig jaata hai… Arjun automatically dupatta sambhaal deta hai ek hand se uska corner kheech ke uski lap mein rakh deta hai. Phir dono ek dusre ki taraf nahi dekhte — baarish dekhte hain, lekin soch ek dusre ke baare mein.
Arjun
(softly)
“Is trip ke baad main sirf memory nahi le jaa raha…”
Ammu pal bhar uski taraf dekhti hai, fir back to front she doesn’t ask what. Uski aankhon mein answer already hota hai.
Post-Dinner Silence | Around 10:30 PM
Dinner ke baad sab students apne-apne tents mein chale gaye hain. Bonfire bujh chuka hai, sirf halki si smell hawa mein baaki hai.
Sky clear ho chuka hai, stars dikh rahe hain.Camp ekdam shaant hai. Sirf raat ke insects ki halki awaazein.Zaheer ek torch leke thoda side path par chalta hua dikhta hai. Uske haath mein ek book hai — thoda nerdy wala side activate hai uska.Tabhi ek corner tent ke paas Anwar Madam dikhti hain — light jacket, clipboard haath mein.
Anwar Madam
(thoda soft surprise)
“Zaheer? Abhi tak jag rahe ho?”
Zaheer
(smiling lightly)
“Bas thoda revision kar raha tha.
Anwar Madam
(appreciating)
“Impressive. Tum consistently ache ho… bas thoda open up karna seekho.”
Zaheer
(thoda modestly)
“Main zyada baatein nahi karta... bas kaam pe dhyan.”
Anwar Madam
“Good. Sometimes silence bhi strength hoti hai.”
Dono ek minute khade rehte hain casual professional tone mein.Anwar madam ek paper check karti hain clipboard pe, aur phir ek pen nikal ke kuch mark karne lagti hain.
Shanu, ek small flashlight leke thoda side walk par aayi hoti hai — Kritika ka lip balm dhoondhne ke bahane tent ke bahar aayi thi.Tabhi uski nazar thoda distance par Zaheer aur Anwar Madam pe padti hai.
Door se kuch suna nahi deta. Sirf silhouettes aur unki body language dikhti hai.
Zaheer calm hai.
Anwar Madam uski taraf slightly lean karti hai.
Ek moment aisa lagta hai jaise madam ne uske shoulder ko touch kiya casually encouragement mein.
Shanu ka face thoda blank ho jaata hai. Na jealousy, na doubt sirf ek tight sa feel jaise kuch chipak gaya ho chest mein.
Uska expression neutral hai, par uski aankhen uss moment ko photograph kar leti hain.Phir wo silently palat jaati hai lip balm milta bhi hai ya nahi, important nahi lagta.
Jab wo apne tent ke paas pahuchti hai, Ammu tent ke andar se puchti hai:
Ammu
“Mil gaya kya?”
Shanu
(softly, jhoot sa smile)
“Hmm… mil gaya.”
Fir wo zip band karti hai, lekin uski aankhon mein thoda soch baaki hoti hai.
Next Morning | Sunny but Cool
Pahaadi dhoop tent pe tapak rahi hai.Students breakfast ke baad open area mein games aur gossip kar rahe hain.Kahi koi frisbee khel raha hai, kahi group photo chal raha hai, kahi gaane ki request chal rahi hai portable speaker pe.Arjun ek stone pe baitha hai, sunglasses laga ke star banne ke mood mein.
Ammu ek side pe khadi hai, juice leke Arjun uske liye kuch filmy line bolta hai aur wo bas hansi chhupa leti hai.Taz dur se Ammu ko ghoor raha hota hai, as usual.Lekin sab ke beech mein Shanu ek matra insaan hoti hai jiska mood thoda alag hota hai.
Wo ek tree ke paas baithi hoti hai, haath mein ek diary type notepad. Uske chehre pe smile hai lekin woh andar se disconnected feel kar rahi hoti hai.
Kritika
(nearby, teasing tone)
“Oye Shanu! Chal na, dumb charades khel rahe hain… tu toh acting queen hai!”
Shanu
(forcefully smile karte hue)
“Nahi yaar… bas thoda headache sa hai. Tum log khelo, main thodi der rest karti hoon.”
Kritika shrugs and leaves.
Tabhi Zaheer ek side se aata hai, uske haath mein ek glucose packet aur water bottle hota hai.
Zaheer
“Tum theek ho? Kal thoda thak gayi thi kya?”
Shanu
(nazar milaye bina)
“Hmm… kuch khaas nahi. Bas thoda ghar yaad aa raha hai.”
Zaheer
(thoda concern)
“Agar kuch feel ho raha ho toh Anwar Madam ko bol dete hain — ghar call kar lo.”
Shanu
(ab bhi soft but avoidant)
“Nahi, it's not that serious. Bas… pata nahi, mood hi off hai. Lag nahi raha trip mein.”
Ek pause.
Zaheer
“Tumhara mood off hone ka koi reason hai?”
Shanu
(halka fake laugh)
“Maybe main overthink karti hoon… ya main trip wali vibe mein nahi hoon.”
Zaheer uska chehra dekhta hai uski aankhon mein ek clear discomfort hai, lekin shikayat nahi.Zaheer kuch bolta nahi. Sirf paani ki bottle uske paas rakhta hai.
Zaheer
“Rakh lo. Pani bhi kabhi kabhi mood sahi kar deta hai.”
Shanu
(thoda nazar milake)
“Thanks.”
Par jaise hi Zaheer mudh ke jaata hai, Shanu ki aankhon mein ek chhota sa emotion aata hai regret jaisa, ya shayad confusion.Wo fir se apni diary kholti hai, lekin likhne se pehle ek baar Zaheer ko dekh leti hai jo ab Arjun ke group ke saath jaake hass raha hota hai.
Shanu under her breath
“…main kyu soch rahi hoon itna…”
Pahaadi dhoop tent pe tapak rahi hai.Students breakfast ke baad open area mein games aur gossip kar rahe hain.Kahi koi frisbee khel raha hai, kahi group photo chal raha hai, kahi gaane ki request chal rahi hai portable speaker pe.Arjun ek stone pe baitha hai, sunglasses laga ke star banne ke mood mein.
Ammu ek side pe khadi hai, juice leke Arjun uske liye kuch filmy line bolta hai aur wo bas hansi chhupa leti hai.Taz dur se Ammu ko ghoor raha hota hai, as usual.Lekin sab ke beech mein Shanu ek matra insaan hoti hai jiska mood thoda alag hota hai.
Wo ek tree ke paas baithi hoti hai, haath mein ek diary type notepad. Uske chehre pe smile hai lekin woh andar se disconnected feel kar rahi hoti hai.
Kritika
(nearby, teasing tone)
“Oye Shanu! Chal na, dumb charades khel rahe hain… tu toh acting queen hai!”
Shanu
(forcefully smile karte hue)
“Nahi yaar… bas thoda headache sa hai. Tum log khelo, main thodi der rest karti hoon.”
Kritika shrugs and leaves.
Tabhi Zaheer ek side se aata hai, uske haath mein ek glucose packet aur water bottle hota hai.
Zaheer
“Tum theek ho? Kal thoda thak gayi thi kya?”
Shanu
(nazar milaye bina)
“Hmm… kuch khaas nahi. Bas thoda ghar yaad aa raha hai.”
Zaheer
(thoda concern)
“Agar kuch feel ho raha ho toh Anwar Madam ko bol dete hain — ghar call kar lo.”
Shanu
(ab bhi soft but avoidant)
“Nahi, it's not that serious. Bas… pata nahi, mood hi off hai. Lag nahi raha trip mein.”
Ek pause.
Zaheer
“Tumhara mood off hone ka koi reason hai?”
Shanu
(halka fake laugh)
“Maybe main overthink karti hoon… ya main trip wali vibe mein nahi hoon.”
Zaheer uska chehra dekhta hai uski aankhon mein ek clear discomfort hai, lekin shikayat nahi.Zaheer kuch bolta nahi. Sirf paani ki bottle uske paas rakhta hai.
Zaheer
“Rakh lo. Pani bhi kabhi kabhi mood sahi kar deta hai.”
Shanu
(thoda nazar milake)
“Thanks.”
Par jaise hi Zaheer mudh ke jaata hai, Shanu ki aankhon mein ek chhota sa emotion aata hai regret jaisa, ya shayad confusion.Wo fir se apni diary kholti hai, lekin likhne se pehle ek baar Zaheer ko dekh leti hai jo ab Arjun ke group ke saath jaake hass raha hota hai.
Shanu under her breath
“…main kyu soch rahi hoon itna…”
Girls ka group ready ho raha hota hai — full excitement. Kritika, Swati, Neha… sab planning kar rahe hote hain waterfall trail pe jaane ka.
Ammu, thoda unsure, quietly Zaheer ke tent ke paas aati hai — haath mein dupatta lapet ke. Zaheer tent ke andar kisi sirious notebook-type me likh raha hota hai.
Ammu
(softly)
“Bhai… hum log thoda river side ja rahe hain, woh chhota waterfall jo guide ne bataya tha…”
Zaheer
(bina nazar uthaaye)
“Hmm… dekh lena time pe wapas aa jaana. Aur zyada aage mat jaana.”
Ammu thoda rukti hai, kuch aur kehna chahti hai — lekin Zaheer ka tone aur focus usse stop kar deta hai.
Wo slowly palat jaati hai.
Girls’ group nikal chuka hai. Background mein unki awaazein, laughter.
Arjun, Sadiq aur kuch ladke sun lete hain
Arjun
“Waterfall? Arey… bina humein bole trip kar liya jaa raha hai!”
Sadiq
“Chalo chalo… unka guide toh hum banenge!”
Ladke bhi haske trail ke peeche nikal jaate hain.
Shanu sab ke sath nahi gayi. Wo quietly trail ke beech se side ho kar ek quiet river bend pe aa jaati hai.
Pani halka-chhalakta hua flow kar raha hai. Sunlight ke beams trees ke through uske face pe padte hain.
Wo ek flat rock pe baithti hai, jootiyan nikaal ke pair pani mein daalti hai.Halki si thandi si sensation… aur uske andar ke thoughts surface pe aane lagte hain.
Shanu's Inner Monologue:
"Main yahaan aayi thi khud se thoda door jaane… aur ab lag raha hai main bas khud ke aur paas aa gayi hoon."
"Trip dikhne mein adventurous lagta hai… par andar se sab kuch uljha-uljha sa hai."
"Kal raat jo dekha… wo galat toh nahi tha, par achha bhi nahi laga. Shayad main kuch expect karne lagi hoon… jiska koi naam hi nahi hai."
"Main Zaheer se kya chahti hoon? Ek glance? Ek explanation? Kya yeh zaruri hai? Kya uske liye main sirf ek trip-partner hoon? Ya kuch aur?"
"Aur sabse bada sawaal... kya main uske baare mein itna soch bhi kyu rahi hoon?"
“Mujhe toh bas ek break chahiye tha… nature, water, peace… but now even silence feels loud.”
Uska haath pani ke saath halka khelta hai.Chhoti-chhoti waves uske emotions jaise lagti hain — kabhi smooth, kabhi hilti hui.Shanu aankh band karti hai.Face pe thoda calm, thoda thakaan, thoda sach.
Zaheer tent ke andar notes likh raha hota hai pen paper pe fast chal raha hota hai, par aankhen kahin aur.
Ek breeze chalti hai… tent ke flap se thoda sa sunlight angle change hota hai.
Uska dimaag flash karta hai — Ammu ki awaaz:
Wo pen pakad ke ruk jaata hai.
Ek second ke liye bas silence.
Zaheer
(under breath)
“…maine poora suna bhi nahi…”
Uske haath se pen chhoot jaata hai.
Wo turant tent se bahar nikalta hai — nazar charon taraf scan karti hai.
Girls ka group dikhayi nahi deta.
Arjun aur Sadiq dur trail pe jate hue dikhte hain, haste hue.
Zaheer
(loud nahi, lekin tense tone mein)
“Ammu unke sath chali gayi kya…?”
Uska face stiff ho jaata hai — ek aisi chinta jo wo dikhana nahi chahta, par chhup bhi nahi paa raha.
Uske dimaag mein jaldi-jaldi flashes aate hain:
Ammu ka plain suit.
Jungle trail.
Waterfall.
Zaheer ka jawline tight hota hai.
Without telling anyone — fast walk mein trail ke peeche nikal padta hai.
Behen hai woh meri… aur main itna busy tha ki uski aankhon ka doubt bhi nahi dekha?"
"Har baar keh deti hai — ‘haan bhai’, ‘thik hai bhai’ — par kya kabhi main poori baat sunta hoon?"
"Pata nahi kyun… aaj lag raha hai... chhoti cheez bhi badi ho sakti hai."
Ammu, thoda unsure, quietly Zaheer ke tent ke paas aati hai — haath mein dupatta lapet ke. Zaheer tent ke andar kisi sirious notebook-type me likh raha hota hai.
Ammu
(softly)
“Bhai… hum log thoda river side ja rahe hain, woh chhota waterfall jo guide ne bataya tha…”
Zaheer
(bina nazar uthaaye)
“Hmm… dekh lena time pe wapas aa jaana. Aur zyada aage mat jaana.”
Ammu thoda rukti hai, kuch aur kehna chahti hai — lekin Zaheer ka tone aur focus usse stop kar deta hai.
Wo slowly palat jaati hai.
Girls’ group nikal chuka hai. Background mein unki awaazein, laughter.
Arjun, Sadiq aur kuch ladke sun lete hain
Arjun
“Waterfall? Arey… bina humein bole trip kar liya jaa raha hai!”
Sadiq
“Chalo chalo… unka guide toh hum banenge!”
Ladke bhi haske trail ke peeche nikal jaate hain.
Shanu sab ke sath nahi gayi. Wo quietly trail ke beech se side ho kar ek quiet river bend pe aa jaati hai.
Pani halka-chhalakta hua flow kar raha hai. Sunlight ke beams trees ke through uske face pe padte hain.
Wo ek flat rock pe baithti hai, jootiyan nikaal ke pair pani mein daalti hai.Halki si thandi si sensation… aur uske andar ke thoughts surface pe aane lagte hain.
Shanu's Inner Monologue:
"Main yahaan aayi thi khud se thoda door jaane… aur ab lag raha hai main bas khud ke aur paas aa gayi hoon."
"Trip dikhne mein adventurous lagta hai… par andar se sab kuch uljha-uljha sa hai."
"Kal raat jo dekha… wo galat toh nahi tha, par achha bhi nahi laga. Shayad main kuch expect karne lagi hoon… jiska koi naam hi nahi hai."
"Main Zaheer se kya chahti hoon? Ek glance? Ek explanation? Kya yeh zaruri hai? Kya uske liye main sirf ek trip-partner hoon? Ya kuch aur?"
"Aur sabse bada sawaal... kya main uske baare mein itna soch bhi kyu rahi hoon?"
“Mujhe toh bas ek break chahiye tha… nature, water, peace… but now even silence feels loud.”
Uska haath pani ke saath halka khelta hai.Chhoti-chhoti waves uske emotions jaise lagti hain — kabhi smooth, kabhi hilti hui.Shanu aankh band karti hai.Face pe thoda calm, thoda thakaan, thoda sach.
Zaheer tent ke andar notes likh raha hota hai pen paper pe fast chal raha hota hai, par aankhen kahin aur.
Ek breeze chalti hai… tent ke flap se thoda sa sunlight angle change hota hai.
Uska dimaag flash karta hai — Ammu ki awaaz:
Quote:“Bhai… hum log thoda river side ja rahe hain…”
Wo pen pakad ke ruk jaata hai.
Ek second ke liye bas silence.
Zaheer
(under breath)
“…maine poora suna bhi nahi…”
Uske haath se pen chhoot jaata hai.
Wo turant tent se bahar nikalta hai — nazar charon taraf scan karti hai.
Girls ka group dikhayi nahi deta.
Arjun aur Sadiq dur trail pe jate hue dikhte hain, haste hue.
Zaheer
(loud nahi, lekin tense tone mein)
“Ammu unke sath chali gayi kya…?”
Uska face stiff ho jaata hai — ek aisi chinta jo wo dikhana nahi chahta, par chhup bhi nahi paa raha.
Uske dimaag mein jaldi-jaldi flashes aate hain:
Ammu ka plain suit.
Jungle trail.
Waterfall.
Zaheer ka jawline tight hota hai.
Without telling anyone — fast walk mein trail ke peeche nikal padta hai.
Behen hai woh meri… aur main itna busy tha ki uski aankhon ka doubt bhi nahi dekha?"
"Har baar keh deti hai — ‘haan bhai’, ‘thik hai bhai’ — par kya kabhi main poori baat sunta hoon?"
"Pata nahi kyun… aaj lag raha hai... chhoti cheez bhi badi ho sakti hai."
Zaheer idhar udhar dekhta hai or kuch aage jakar ruk jata hai,wo ek pal ke dekhta hai or fir wapas moodne wala hota hi hai ki fir se zaheer usi taraf dekhne lagta hai jaha wo abhi aaya tha... Ye tha nadi ka kinara or waha thi shanu...
Shanu chupchap nadi ke kinare khadi thi, or nadi ko ghoor rahi thi... Kuch pal tak nadi ko aise hi ghoorne ke baad wo sochti hai ki shayd, shayd ye chota sa moment mujhe relax kar de... Or wo idhar udhar dekhti, literally chek karti hai ki kahi koi use dekh to nahi raha... Zaheer uski aankho se bahut door hota hai or jab shanu ko yakeen ho jata hai ki koi nahi hai to wo apna top pakad kar use apne body se upar ki taraf khinchne lagti hai... Yeh wahi moment tha jab zaheer jane ke liye palatta hai lekin fir achanak wapas shanu ko dekhne lagta hai... Shanu ne apna top apni body se alag kar liya tha... Halanki wo top uske boobs me ek baar ke liye atak gaya tha lekin fir shanu ne use nikai diya tha... Zaheer apne saansein thame yeh nazara dekh raha tha ... Shanu ne top ko nikal kar side me rakha or apni gardan hila kar apne jhatak diye... Fir wo hath apne jeans par le jati hai or kuch seconda me hi use apni body se alag kar deti hai... Shanu ab black bra and penty me nadi kinare khadi thi or ek second baad wo apne hath upar hawa me karke nadi me kood jati hai... Swimming ke liye....Nadi ka paani translucent hai — sunlight ne usse silver-blue bana diya hai.
Trees dono taraf chhaya banaye hue hain. Bird chirps, distant waterfall ki halki awaaz.Paani mein jaate hi wo ek long breath leti hai, fir poora face pani mein daal kar upar aati hai. Uski palkein geeli hain, aankhon mein ek temporary azaadi.
Zaheer trail ke ek mod pe aake ruk jaata hai. Uske shoes mitti se dhule hain, chaal tez thi — par ab suddenly halt ho gaya hai.
Wo door se dekh raha hai — Shanu ko.
Uske lips automatically halt ho jaate hain — jaise kuch kehna tha, par zubaan ne decide kiya… abhi nahi.
Shanu paani mein halki strokes lete hue idhar-udhar move karti hai.
Kabhi aankhen band karke paani mein let jaati hai — bas float karti hai.
Uski skin sunlight mein shine kar rahi hoti hai — not glamour, just natural.
Zaheer ke liye wo ek moment nahi hota — wo ek feeling hoti hai.
Zaheer's Inner Thought (Voiceover Style)
"Yeh wahi ladki hai… jo kabhi muh na khole… toh bhi sab kuch keh jaaye."
"Na woh meri hai… na usse yeh maloom hai ki main usse dekh raha hoon."
"Par phir bhi… jaise uske har movement ka mere andar kuch matlab hai."
Uska haath tree ke ek stem pe rakha hota hai. Grip dheere se tight hota jaata hai.
Koi cheap emotion nahi — sirf ek pull.
Jaise zaahir bhi nahi kar sakta, aur nazar hata bhi nahi sakta.
Shanu water se nikalti hai — apne balo se paani nichodti hai, phir towel uthakar face pochti hai.... Pani ki boondein uske balo se hoti hui uske boobs tak ja rahi thi... Uske chehre se tapakti pani ki boondein or thande pani se kamkampa rahe uske honth zaheer ko usi moment me bandhein rakhte hai... Shanu apni gardan side me karke apne hair sukh rahi hoti hai or zaheer wahi tree ke paas beth jata hai or shanu waha se nikal jati hai...
Shanu chupchap nadi ke kinare khadi thi, or nadi ko ghoor rahi thi... Kuch pal tak nadi ko aise hi ghoorne ke baad wo sochti hai ki shayd, shayd ye chota sa moment mujhe relax kar de... Or wo idhar udhar dekhti, literally chek karti hai ki kahi koi use dekh to nahi raha... Zaheer uski aankho se bahut door hota hai or jab shanu ko yakeen ho jata hai ki koi nahi hai to wo apna top pakad kar use apne body se upar ki taraf khinchne lagti hai... Yeh wahi moment tha jab zaheer jane ke liye palatta hai lekin fir achanak wapas shanu ko dekhne lagta hai... Shanu ne apna top apni body se alag kar liya tha... Halanki wo top uske boobs me ek baar ke liye atak gaya tha lekin fir shanu ne use nikai diya tha... Zaheer apne saansein thame yeh nazara dekh raha tha ... Shanu ne top ko nikal kar side me rakha or apni gardan hila kar apne jhatak diye... Fir wo hath apne jeans par le jati hai or kuch seconda me hi use apni body se alag kar deti hai... Shanu ab black bra and penty me nadi kinare khadi thi or ek second baad wo apne hath upar hawa me karke nadi me kood jati hai... Swimming ke liye....Nadi ka paani translucent hai — sunlight ne usse silver-blue bana diya hai.
Trees dono taraf chhaya banaye hue hain. Bird chirps, distant waterfall ki halki awaaz.Paani mein jaate hi wo ek long breath leti hai, fir poora face pani mein daal kar upar aati hai. Uski palkein geeli hain, aankhon mein ek temporary azaadi.
Zaheer trail ke ek mod pe aake ruk jaata hai. Uske shoes mitti se dhule hain, chaal tez thi — par ab suddenly halt ho gaya hai.
Wo door se dekh raha hai — Shanu ko.
Uske lips automatically halt ho jaate hain — jaise kuch kehna tha, par zubaan ne decide kiya… abhi nahi.
Shanu paani mein halki strokes lete hue idhar-udhar move karti hai.
Kabhi aankhen band karke paani mein let jaati hai — bas float karti hai.
Uski skin sunlight mein shine kar rahi hoti hai — not glamour, just natural.
Zaheer ke liye wo ek moment nahi hota — wo ek feeling hoti hai.
Zaheer's Inner Thought (Voiceover Style)
"Yeh wahi ladki hai… jo kabhi muh na khole… toh bhi sab kuch keh jaaye."
"Na woh meri hai… na usse yeh maloom hai ki main usse dekh raha hoon."
"Par phir bhi… jaise uske har movement ka mere andar kuch matlab hai."
Uska haath tree ke ek stem pe rakha hota hai. Grip dheere se tight hota jaata hai.
Koi cheap emotion nahi — sirf ek pull.
Jaise zaahir bhi nahi kar sakta, aur nazar hata bhi nahi sakta.
Shanu water se nikalti hai — apne balo se paani nichodti hai, phir towel uthakar face pochti hai.... Pani ki boondein uske balo se hoti hui uske boobs tak ja rahi thi... Uske chehre se tapakti pani ki boondein or thande pani se kamkampa rahe uske honth zaheer ko usi moment me bandhein rakhte hai... Shanu apni gardan side me karke apne hair sukh rahi hoti hai or zaheer wahi tree ke paas beth jata hai or shanu waha se nikal jati hai...
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