02-07-2025, 05:29 PM
Update 13
college sports ground – early morning
subah ki halki dhoop ground ke fresh rolled grass par pad rahi hoti hai.students tracksuits aur joggers mein warm-up kar rahe hote hain —kisi ka stretch chal raha hai, kisi ka slow jog.background mein principal chauhan ek mic ke through students ko guide kar rahe hote hain.
unki voice calmly echo karti hai ground mein:
principal chauhan
“fitness koi ek-week ka event nahi hoti.yeh ek habit hai — discipline ka part.or har student ke liye basic fitness utna hi zaroori hai jitna attendance.”
zaheer apne track pants mein, arms stretch kar raha hota hai.arjun aur uske 2-3 doston ke saath slow jog laga raha hota hai.shanu aur ammu ek side mein leg raises kar rahi hoti hain,lekin har kisi ki aankhon mein ek thoda sa boredom… routine warm-up vibe.
tabhi…
main gate ke paas se ek confident shadow ground pe padti hai.
camera slow zoom karta hai…
coach nikhat siddiqui
dark navy blue sports shorts, black dry-fit tee, hair tied in a tight ponytail.uski tanegin itni chikni ki dekhne wale ki bhi nazar fisal jaye. Kamar or boobs ke bich curve aisa ki collage ki har junior senior ladki bhi jealous ho jaye... Boobs itne shape me or tight ki mano kisi ne tarash kar banaye ho... Lambi surahi jesi garsan... Ek badi or gol matol ass... Or thighs ke muscle uske chalne se jo shake ho rahe hai koi bhi dekhe to uski missile khadi ho jaye launch hone ke liye...
ek whistle uske neck se latki hai, aur uske pair mein proper running spikes.uski walk slow nahi, purposeful hoti hai —lekin uski posture aur confidence se har pair of eyes uski taraf turn ho jaata hai.
background crowd mein murmur shuru hota hai…
student 1 (low whisper)
arre yaar… yeh toh actual coach lag rahi hai. hero-type entry.
student 2
main toh soch raha tha koi PT teacher wali vibe hogi… yeh toh solid hai!
zaheer thoda confuse hota hai — stretching ruka nahi hai, lekin aankhen clearly uski taraf chali jaati hain.uske chehre pe ek woh rare “impressed” look hota hai.
ammu ka foot raise halfway ruk jaata hai.
shanu ke haath waist pe the, lekin cap adjust karte waqt woh sirf uski confident walk ko dekh rahi hoti hai.
coach nikhat directly principal ke paas jaati hai —
no smile, no drama, bas ek nod.
principal (announcing)
“everyone… meet your sports coach for the week.
ms. nikhat siddiqui.
don’t go by her size. she trains people twice your age, and twice your attitude.”
coach nikhat mic leti hai — her voice calm, deep aur crystal clear:
nikhat
“morning.
ground mein swag leke mat chalo. yeh modelling ramp nahi hai.
mujhe bas effort chahiye performance nahi.
aur haan boys aur girls dono ko participate karna hai.
no excuses, no drama.”
background mein whistle bajti hai.
sab log awkwardly line mein aa jaate hain.
zaheer (to arjun, low tone)
bhai… aaj toh sach mein daud lagne wali hai.
arjun
tu daud ke bare me soch raha hai or main uske wo..... ?
nikhat (loud)
“3 laps. start moving. let’s see kaun stamina mein aur kaun sirf stories mein strong hai.”
Principal
Inke bare me apko bata du ye hai apki nayi coach...
ms. nikhat siddiqui (sports coach)
age: mid-30s
background: national-level athletics trainer; kuch saal military-style fitness camps mein kaam kiya hai.
ab ek reputed college circuit mein sports coach ke roop mein jaani jaati hai.
strictness:
time ka obsession:
ek second ki bhi late entry pe punishment fix hai. chahe best student ho ya sabse slow — time pe discipline uska non-negotiable rule hai.
no favoritism policy:
girls ho ya boys, first benchers ho ya backbenchers — sabke liye ek hi standard.
“mujhe tumhara talent nahi chahiye, mujhe tumhara effort chahiye.”
clear rules, no drama:
“jo ground pe aayega, use perform karna hi padega.
excuses sirf un logon ke liye hote hain jo haarne ke liye aaye hain.”
punishment drills:
jumping squats, planks, and duck walks —
har chhoti galti pe 2-minute intense drill fix hai.
aur jab koi complain karta hai, toh calm voice mein kehti hai:
"itni takleef hai toh diary likh lo, mujhe mat batao."
fitness level:
subah 6 baje khud warm-up karti hai — usually 5k run solo, bina kisi show-off ke.
students ke saath koi bhi activity ho, wo khud sabse pehle try karti hai — push-ups, relay, long jumps…
aur har baar students thak jaate hain, woh calm breath mein khadi hoti hai.
tight form, high stamina:
jab students ko lagta hai "yeh toh sirf bolti hongi", us moment mein woh khud 200m sprint laga ke unki ego crush kar deti hai
boys:
“main toh soch raha tha easy PT hoga, yeh toh sexy se bhi jyada seductive training hai!”
lekin andar se impressed hote hain — respect and fear dono.
girls:
“uska figure dekh ke lagta hai chocolate chhodo, carrot pe shift ho jaayein.”
gradually unhe realize hota hai ki nikhat sirf fitness icon nahi, ek solid role model bhi hai.
Nikhat
tumse acchi selfie lene wale hazaar honge, par tumse acchi run lagane wale ginte ke hote hain.
ground ke beech, sab students line mein khade
coach nikhat siddiqui front mein khadi hoti hai — arms crossed, eyes sharp.
sab students thak chuke hote hain thoda warm-up kar ke, lekin ab unki energy sirf ek cheez par hai: nikhat madam bol kya rahi hain?
nikhat (calm tone mein bolti hai, bina mic ke)
“tum log yeh soch rahe hoge… yeh woman aayi hai, aur sirf daant ke jaa rahi hai.”
pause
“relax. aaj sirf intro tha.
main kisi ka dushman nahi hoon… lekin main kisi ki maa bhi nahi hoon.
main coach hoon.”
ek second ka silence
kal se training start hogi — real wali.
t-shirts geeli hongi, ego pighle ga, aur jo apne aap ko hero samajhta hai na…
wo sabse pehle girta hai.”
ek student ne halki si hansi nikalne ki koshish ki — nikhat ne usi taraf dekha. sab chup.
nikhat (last line)
“abhi ke liye… class mein jao.
kal ground pe milte hain — shoes band ke, excuses bandh.”
she turns without looking back.
zaheer halka sa smirk ke saath kehta hai:
zaheer (to arjun)
yeh woman... full threat hai.
arjun (sarcasm mein)
aur mujhe lagta tha sports week boring hoga.
ammu shanu ke ear ke paas jhuk kar bolti hai:
ammu
main kal track pants press karke rakh rahi hoon.
pata nahi daud lagani hai ya bhaag ke jaan bachani hai.
shanu (soft laugh)
main toh pehli baar kisi coach ko dekh ke nervous bhi hoon… aur impressed bhi.
fade out with bell ki awaaz aur sab students classroom ke andar ghuste hue... lekin unki aankhon mein sirf ek naam goonj raha hota hai nikhat.
sports ground ka setup thoda relaxed hota hai.
students warm-up ke baad apne apne classroom ki taraf ja chuke hain.
sirf kuch staff aur 2-3 volunteers idhar-udhar rehte hain — including coach nikhat, jo ek whiteboard pe next day ki team drill likh rahi hoti hain.
arjun ek kone se chhup chhup ke nikhat ke aas paas mandrata hai
pehle water cooler ke bahane, phir cones arrange karne ke naam pe.
first round:
nikhat chalk se board pe likh rahi hoti hain.
arjun, bottle leke uske paas se guzarta hai — aur extra loud sip leta hai.
arjun (under breath)
kaafi intense handwriting hai…
nikhat sun nahi paati — ya ignore karti hai.
arjun chill mode mein corner mein khisak jaata hai.
Second round:
cones arrange kar rahe students mein arjun bhi aa jata hai —
ek cone uthata hai aur unnecessarily 3 second tak adjust karta hai… ussi jagah pe.
zaheer (side se)
yeh cone hai ya taj mahal bana raha hai?
arjun (defensive)
accuracy bhi ek art hoti hai bhai.
nikhat is baar notice karti hai ki arjun wahin aas paas hai… phir se.
but abhi kuch nahi bolti.
third round:
sab log ja chuke hote hain, sirf nikhat aur ek junior coach field ke edge pe khade hote hain.
arjun ek pen leke aata hai:
arjun (casually)
ma’am… aap yeh marker use kar rahi thi kya?
main store room se naya laaya hoon… matlab, just in case.
nikhat, without even turning:
nikhat
tum store room mein bhi jaate ho?
mujhe laga tumhara area sirf spotlight tak limited hota hai.
arjun (caught off guard)
uhh… nahi… main helpfull type hoon. generally.
nikhat finally uski taraf palat kar dekhti hai —
ek sharp look, par smile nahi.
sirf calm, direct stare.
nikhat (firm)
sunna tumhara strong point hai ya ignore karna?
arjun (thoda nervously)
main? dono thoda thoda... mood pe depend karta hai.
nikhat (stepping closer)
mood bhi kal se meri permission se banega.
ab jao. cones apne aap nahi uthenge.
arjun, ek soft smile ke saath haan mein sir hilata hai —
aur quietly wapas corner ki taraf chala jaata hai.arjun cones arrange karne ka drama chhodi deta hai.
ab uska mission clear hai — nikhat se seedha interaction.
wo side se aata hai, haath me ek purani whistle hoti hai — clearly working nahi hai.
arjun (casual tone mein)
ma’am, yeh whistle kaam nahi kar rahi.
main soch raha hoon… aap jaise coach ke liye toh ek custom gold whistle honi chahiye.
nikhat ruk jaati hai.
slowly uski taraf dekhti hai — aankhon mein zero emotion.
arjun (approaching)
ma’am… maine suna fitness ke baad sugar intake zaroori hota hai.
so... aapke liye.
nikhat clipboard se nazar nahi hatati.
nikhat
meri energy dedication se aati hai, chocolate se nahi.
tum le lo… shayad tumhara stamina badh jaaye.
arjun (grins)
ouch.
aap thoda aur sweet hoti toh yeh chocolate match karti.
nikhat ek chalk uthati hai, ground pe ek rough sketch banate hue bolti hai:
nikhat
tumhare compliments ka bhi ek limit hona chahiye.
warna woh bhi exercise ban jaate hain — pointless repetition.
arjun (laughs nervously)
ma’am, repetition se toh muscles bante hain.
nikhat (calmly)
aur bekaar baaton se time waste hota hai.
arjun thoda idhar-udhar dekhta hai, fir ek cone uthata hai
arjun
main help kar doon? cones setup?
nikhat (direct, not looking at him)
nahi. tumhari help tab chahiye hogi jab koi cone uthake bhaag jaaye.
arjun (grinning anyway)
toh main wait karta hoon kisi ke bhaagne ka.
nikhat clipboard band karti hai, uske pass se guzarte hue bolti hai:
nikhat (without stopping)
tumhare pass agar time extra hai, toh stretching shuru karo.
kal tumhara group first sprint karega.
arjun (softly)
ma’am, aapko dekh ke hi meri breath chali jaati hai.
daud ke pehle hi thak jaata hoon.
nikhat (pausing for a beat)
phir kal tak oxygen reserve mein daal lo.
kyunki main tumhari drama se nahi, performance se impress hoti hoon.
aur bina palte, woh ground ke dusre end ki taraf nikal jaati hai.
arjun (to himself)
coach ke piche bhaagna... actual warm-up se zyada hard hai.or agar coach ka piche ka area aisa ho to warm up se bhi jyada pasina lagta hai....
Or arjun muskurata rehta hai
shanu’s bedroom – early evening
shanu mirror ke saamne khadi hoti hai, facewash lagake fresh towel se munh ponch rahi hoti hai.
ek haath me phone hota hai, speaker mode on.
cut to: ammu’s room – same time
ammu apne bed pe baithi hoti hai, ek purani hairbrush se baal suljha rahi hoti hai.
side me asma baithi hoti hai apni comic book leke, lekin kaan poore phone ki taraf.
shanu (laughing )
tu uski legs dekhi thi? full athlete type. matlab… koi line nahi, sirf strength!
ammu (half shock, half awe)
yaar uska figure aise jaise gym me nahi, jungalon me train karti ho.
shanu
main toh sirf uski entry se hil gayi.
bina smile ke woh aise chali aayi jaise kisi film ka climax chal raha ho.
ammu (playfully)
aur woh bolti hai toh aisa lagta hai… jaise hum sab bas time waste hai.
shanu (mocking voice)
“tum log modelling ramp pe nahi ho…”
dramatic pause
“ground mein ho.”
dono hans padti hain. asma bhi thoda smile karti hai quietly.
ammu (relaxed tone mein)
main toh sach bolu… thoda crush jaisa feel ho gaya tha.
not love wala… bas respect wala.
shanu
same bro. mujhe laga main cap nikaal ke usko de du —
“lo ma’am, ab se aap hi hero ho.”
shanu
nikhat ma’am… real deal hai.
aise logon se thoda darr bhi lagta hai… par attraction bhi hota hai.
ammu (seriously)
haan. aur ma’am type logon se milke lagta hai ki hum logo ne ab tak sirf acting ki hai college me.
she’s real. no filters.
short pause hota hai. dono chup ho jaati hain ek second ke liye.
shanu (softly)
kal se asli daud shuru hogi. dekhte hain kaun tikta hai aur kaun nahi.
asma quietly bolti hai background se:
“main hoti na… toh pehle din hi full attendance le leti.”
ammu (smiling at her)
tu rehne de, pehle tu chhoti daud jeet le college ki.
scene fades out as dono behne phone cut karte hain aur mirror mein ek baar khud ko dekhti hain
jaise coach nikhat se thoda inspired ho chuki hoon woh bhi.
[b]college ground – early morning[/b]
light sun, halki thandi hawa.
students pehn ke aaye hote hain track suits, sab thoda dazed, thoda sleepy mood mein warm-up kar rahe hote hain.
coach nikhat cones ke paas khadi hoti hai clipboard haath mein, whistle neck pe.
her stance stiff and alert.
students jogging line mein lage hote hain.arjun middle mein hota hai, lekin uski aankhon ka goal ek hi — coach nikhat ki attention.
first attempt – jogging mein poetry
arjun (slow jogging ke dauraan, soft voice mein)
“aapki awaaz whistle se tez hai,
aur nazar... stopwatch se bhi exact.”
pause
“main daud nahi raha... main toh attract ho raha hoon.”
nikhat us taraf dekhti bhi nahi.
clipboard mein kuch likhti hai.
uske haathon ki writing speed arjun ki flirting se zyada fast hoti hai.
second attempt – water bottle wala drama
students ka short water break hota hai.
arjun bottle leke nikhat ke paas aata hai.
arjun
ma’am, aapke liye laaya tha. specially filtered... feelings ke sath.
nikhat (without eye contact)
meri pyaas dedication se bujhti hai.
tumhari bottle... tum rakho.
arjun (fake offended)
matlab sirf training ke liye hoon main aapki life mein
nikhat (calmly)
tum meri life mein nahi, schedule mein ho.
wo bhi... temporary.
third attempt – lambi breath leke approach
zaheer, ammu aur shanu cones ke pass kuch drills kar rahe hote hain.
arjun sab se alag hota hai — stretching ke bahane wapas nikhat ke aas paas.
iske expressions full filmy hoti hain.
arjun (low voice, almost dramatic)
aapko dekh ke lagta hai…
fitness ek art hai, aur aap uski sculpture.
nikhat is baar slowly palat ke dekhti hai — finally aankhon mein aankhon daal kar.
but expression? poker face, no drama.
nikhat
tumhare dialogues ke alag registration form lagne chahiye.
filmon mein bhej deti main… lekin yeh ground hai
arjun (thoda smile, thoda awkward)
ma’am… try kar raha hoon.
impress nahi, bas... yaad ban jaaun.
nikhat
yaad wahi bante hain jo finish line tak pahuchte hain.
dialogue baazi finish line nahi hoti, mr. singh.
she walks off again, strong and unbothered.
arjun khud bhi muskurata hai, jaise haar nahi maana —
“abhi toh sirf warm-up chal raha hai.”
Or nikhat waha se daud kar door chali jati hai... Arjun bas use dekhte reh jata hai
[b]college sports ground[/b]
bright sun. thoda zyada garmi.
poora ground boys se bhara hota hai sab track pe line mein lag rahe hote hain, ek ek karke unka fitness assessment ho raha hota hai.
coach nikhat siddiqui clipboard leke khadi hoti hai saath mein ek assistant coach timer ke saath.
nikhat (loud and sharp)
“tum sabko sports week mein participate karna hai toh prove karo.
endurance, speed, balance — sabka test hoga.
aur haan... acting se nahi, performance se result milega.”
sab boys thoda tight ho jaate hain.
Summary of test
kuch boys daudte hain aur 200m ke baad thak jaate hain.
kisi ka push-up form bigadta hai.
nikhat sirf clipboard mein likhti jaati hai — no expression, no reaction.
zaheer ka turn:
zaheer quietly shoes bandhta hai.
apna phone bag me daal ke seedha ground ki taraf chalta hai — full focus mode.
assistant coach:
“ready… 3… 2… 1… go!”
zaheer ka daudna bilkul clean hota hai — no show-off, no drama.
lekin pace constant hai, form perfect, aur stamina solid.
nikhat, clipboard pe likhti jaati hai…
aur uske lips pe ek almost invisible nod aata hai. she notices.
arjun ka turn:
arjun thoda stretching karta hai pehle — aas paas dekhta hai.
thoda swag, thoda overconfidence.
lekin jab daud start hoti hai — woh full serious ho jaata hai.
uski speed impressive hoti hai, thoda flashy lekin control mein.
last 50 meters mein halki si stumble hoti hai…
lekin wo balance kar leta hai.
nikhat, clipboard se nazar hata ke dekhti hai ek second ke liye, but phir expression neutral hi rehta haitest khatam hota hai. students sab side mein water bottles leke chill mode mein aane lagte hain.
assistant coach names call karta hai:
assistant:
“first – arjun singh.
second – zaheer qureshi.”
arjun, already bottle leke bench pe baitha hota hai thoda relax face ke saath.
nikhat, clipboard leke sab ke beech se guzarti hai.
sab soch rahe hote hain ab first ko compliment milega.
lekin...
nikhat seedha zaheer ke paas jaake khadi hoti hai
thoda pause deti hai, then softly bolti hai:
nikhat
clean form.you didn’t waste energy.
well done.”
zaheer surprise hota hai. sirf ek chhoti si neck nod deta hainikhat, seedha walk karte hue nikal jaati hai, bina arjun ki taraf dekhe.
arjun ka expression:
ek chhoti si smile.
not hurt… not jealous… bas ek weird mix of ego + amusement.
zaheer uske paas se guzarta hai — arjun ki smile dekh leta hai.
zaheer (confused)
“kya dekh raha hai?”
arjun (still smiling)
“tujhe. tu toh star ban gaya bhai.”
zaheer (flat)
“hmm.”
zaheer bas apna sir hilaata hai… aur nikal jaata hai, full calm mode.
college ground
girls ke liye special fitness test set hota hai.cones lagaye gaye hain, ek rope-jump drill aur hurdle skipping ka small setup hota hai.
shanu, ammu, aur doosri ladkiyaan ek line mein khadi hoti hain sab track suits mein, thoda nervous, thoda excited.
coach nikhat ground ke beech mein khadi hoti hai, clipboard haath mein, whistle neck pe.
expression stone cold focus.
first round shuru hota hai.
ladkiyaan ek-ek warm up aur rope jump drill karte hain.
kisi ka foot placement weak hota hai, koi mid-jump ruk jaati hai, koi rope mein atak jaati hai.
nikhat, ek ek move silently observe karti jaati hai.
jab 6 ladkiyon ka first set complete ho jaata hai —
wo clipboard neeche karti hai, ek second ke liye pause leti hai.nikhat (calm, thoda thanda tone mein)
this is not dance practice.
tumhare steps pretty lag rahe hain, but yeh fashion show nahi hai.”
girls thoda awkward ho jaati hain. ammu shanu ek dusre ko quietly dekhte hain.
nikhat (walk karte hue cones ke paas jaake)
“you want to jump like a girl? good.but jump like the girl… who knows what she’s doing.”
pause
nikhat whistle nikaal ke ek ladki ko deti hai.nikhat
yeh le main dikhati hoon.”
scene shifts into slow motion mode.
background ka music soft beat mein chalu hota hai.camera zoom in karta hai nikhat ke shoes pe
uska stance, uska balance, uska sharp posture.[b]wo ek dam se speed mein chalu karti hai:[/b]
[b]Fir jaise koi slow motion film chal rahi ho nikhat rope par uchalti ja rahi thi or ladkiyo ke muh khulte ja rahe they... Uske patle lekin strong hath rope ko ghuma rahe they... Uske hair har jump ke sath hawa me ud rahe they .. uske wo heavy breats,har jump ke sath upar niche upar niche ho rahe they... Kuch ladkiya to pahle se hi in heavy melons se jealous thi or nikhat ko aise uchalte dekh kar un sabki pussy hair jal gaye...[/b]
girls ki aankhon mein sirf ek reaction hoti hai: total awe.ammu ka mooh halki si khuli hoti hai.shanu whisper karti hai:
shanu (to ammu)is she even real?”
ammu sirf slow nod karti hai.
nikhat (normal tone mein, breath bhi stable)
fitness ka matlab thakna nahi hai.matlab hai control… precision… power.kal se tum sab sahi training karogi.
warna main phir se dikhane nahi aaungi — pitwaungi.”
girls ek dusre ko dekh rahi hoti hain — silence mein jese ab unke andar koi naya switch on ho gaya ho.
shanu quietly bolti hai:
main aaj se serious ho gayi.”ammu (still shocked)
main toh uski tarah seedhi chal bhi nahi paungi…”college canteen – early afternoon
canteen ki vibe lazy hoti hai.tables full, students sweaty, thake huye, kuch behaal.sab apna nashta enjoy karne lage hote hain — plate mein samose, sandwich, bread pakoda, chutney overload.
corner table:
arjun, zaheer, ammu, shanu — sab ek hi table par baith kar nashta tod rahe hote hain.arjun (bite lete hue)
yeh samosa mere liye nahi... meri soul ke liye hai.
zaheer (mouth full)
ek din aur... fir coach ke punishment ke pehle main yeh aloo ka swaad bhoolna nahi chahta.ammu (laughing)
mujhe lag raha hai training se zyada yeh samosa hi mujhe jeene ki wajah de raha hai.
shanu (dunking her sandwich)
coach ko bas pata na chale yeh sab… warna…
tabhi...
door ki taraf se ek thanda sa shadow padta hai.
canteen ke andar entry hoti hai – ms. nikhat siddiqui.
clipboard nahi hoti, sirf ek stainless steel bottle hoti hai.sports shoes, tight bun, no smile.
the air changes.
ekdum silence chhajaata hai.
ek student ka chutney waala spoon hawa mein hi freeze ho jaata hai.
nikhat seedha counter ke paas jaati hai, voice loud and clear — no mic, no drama.
nikhat
“canteen menu change ho raha hai.
from today onwards — no samosa, no sandwich, no fried items you’ll get only: boiled chana, fruits, and lemon water.”
ek ladka silently apna samosa neeche rakh deta hai.
nikhat (glancing around)
“sports week ke liye tum logon ko treat nahi, fuel chahiye.aur treat yeh fried triangle nahi hai.it’s poison with tamarind chutney.”
zaheer, slowly samosa se nazar hataata hai.
arjun, thoda murjha sa jaata hai.
ammu sandwich ka half tukda plate me rakh deti hai.
shanu bas apne juice ka glass uthakar dekhti rehti hai jaise woh bhi suspect ho gaya ho.
nikhat (walking past their table)
aur haan… koi ‘just one last time’ nahi chalega.next time kisi ne kuch fried item liya — training double.”
wo bina kisi aur baat ke seedha nikal jaati hai.
canteen mein sirf plates ki halki khanak aur crushed hopes ki awaaz bachi hoti hai.
arjun (softly, defeated tone)
“yeh toh... hitler hai. fitness hitler.”
zaheer (low tone)
“aur hum uske prisoner of protein.”
ammu (smiling, but broken inside)
“kal se lunch mein chana. dinner mein chana. dreams mein bhi chana.”
shanu (looking at her sandwich)
goodbye, soft bread… tu bahut acha tha.”
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