03-07-2025, 12:43 AM
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Update 14
zaheer’s rooftop – evening
shaam dhal rahi hoti hai. thandi hawa chal rahi hai.
do steel ke glass mein lemon water, ek plate mein chana — chai or biscuit or ammu ke special pakode.
zaheer aur arjun dono chhat ke kone mein, cement ki chhoti boundary pe baith kar halki halki gossip mein busy hote hain.
neeche gali mein cycle waala bell bajata hai, kabootar udd rahe hote hain.
arjun (glass ghoomata hua)
yaar, yeh nikhat ma’am koi coach hai ya fitness ki katrina kaif?
main toh uske steps dekh ke hi thak gaya.
zaheer (casually)
coach hai, bhai. control bhi usi level ka hai.
pata hai kab kya karna hai — wohi toh asli pro hoti hai.
arjun (grinning)
pro toh hai… lekin bhai uska style —
zaheer (shaking head)
woh style nahi hai. woh form hai.
ek-ek move calculate karti hai woh.
arjun (mock serious)
matlab tu keh raha hai main uske style pe nahi, form pe dhyan doon?
zaheer (laughs)
tu pehle khud ka form sahi kar.
kya uske aas paas ghoom raha tha canteen ke din...
arjun (poking him)
arre tujhe bhi toh ghoor te dekha tha maine ground pe!
seedha uske lunges ke time aankhein freeze.
zaheer (half smiling, calm)
dekhne mein burai nahi hai.
respect se dekhta hoon main.
aankhon se nahi, soch se.
arjun (rolling eyes)
abe chhod. tu toh sadhu hai.
mujhe dekh — main toh clear hoon.
agar woh meri PE teacher hoti college mein... main 10th baar fail ho jaata, bas dekhne ke liye.
zaheer (grinning)
aur main pehle attempt mein pass ho jaata — sirf uski discipline follow kar ke.
pause hoti hai. dono chhoti si sip lete hain. hawa thodi aur tez chalti hai.
arjun (softer tone)
waise, mazaak alag hai… but serious mein, woh inspiring hai yaar.
main kabhi kisi coach ko leke itna try nahi kar raha tha.
zaheer (quietly)
hmm. woh sirf body train nahi kar rahi.
mind bhi sharp kar rahi hai sabka.
arjun (smirking again)
mind sharp kar rahi hai... ya dil par attack de rahi hai?
zaheer (smiling, shaking his head)
tu kabhi sudhrega nahi.
zaheer aur arjun sidhiyaan utar rahe hote hain.
niche se azhar chilla ke bolta hai —
“zaheer! sabzi le aayi kya ammu?”
zaheer (thoda cheekh ke)
“poochhta hoon abbu!”
arjun thoda slow chal raha hota hai, jaise kuch soch raha ho.tabhi unke peeche se halki chappal ki awaaz aati hai.
Arjun turns: ammu chhat ki taraf ja rahi hoti hai.
she’s in her home kurta, baalon ko clip se baandha hua, haath mein ek chhoti tokri.
arjun usse dekhta hai. ammu bhi dekhti hai.
bas ek second ke liye — aankhen milti hain.
na smile, na words — sirf ek silent glance.zaheer (ammu se)
“oye sun, kya hua? kuch chahiye kya?”
ammu (casually)
“kapde lene ja rahi hoon. sham ho gayi hai na.”
zaheer (nodding)
“haan haan. Din me hi leke aa Jaya kar ammu... Itni sham tak nahi chhodte kapde upar
arjun bas thoda corner mein khada rehta hai, lekin uske chehre pe halka sa expression badal jaata hai jaise woh samajh gaya ho, yeh signal uske liye tha.
ground floor.
arjun bye bolta hai:
arjun
“main chalta hoon bhai. milta hoon kal.”
zaheer
“haan haan, aaram se ja.”
zaheer andar chala jaata hai.
camera stays on arjun.
Wo apne ghar me enter karta hai waha pratap sofe par bethe tv dekh raha hota hai...
Pratap
Kya khabar hai shreeman... Aaj kal baap ko bhul gaye kya...
Arjun ki aankhein bas sidhiyo ki taraf thi wo bina kuch bole nikal jata hai or tap tap karke chhat par pahuch jata hai... Pratap apna sir node karta hai
Arjun ek chhat se hote huye dosti chhat or fir zaheer ki chhat par pahuch jata hai jaha ammu kapde taar se utar rahi hoti hai.woh palat ke dekhti hai — arjun wapas chhat pe khada hota hai, usi jagah jahan woh pehle tha.
ammu (thoda shocked, thoda amused)
“tu gaya nahi?”
arjun (soft voice)
“signal mila tha... socha miss na ho jaaye.”
ammu uski taraf dekhti hai.
kuch nahi bolti, sirf ek chhoti si smile pass karti hai —
wo bhi aankhon se, lips se nahi.
arjun chhupke se kadam badhaata hai — dono chhat ke corner mein shaam ke halki roshni mein khade hote hain.
ammu (thoda directly)
“ek baat bolu?”
arjun (lazy tone)
“hmm? bol.”
ammu (folded arms, thoda straight)
“woh jo tumhari coach hai na... nikhat ma’am... uske peeche mat jaana.”
arjun (laughs)
“kya? main uske peeche gaya kab?”
ammu (straight face, commanding tone)
“dekh, uski dress sense alag hai... kapde chhote pehenti hai, style dikhawa alag level ka hai.
par tu usko na ghoorega, na uske aas paas ghume phirega.
varna... teri khair nahi.”
arjun (mock shocked)
“arre wah... jealousy aa gayi madam ko?”
ammu (one eyebrow raised)
“jealousy nahi... clarity hai.
sports ke liye respect hai, par tu flirty mode mein gaya toh chhat se hi fenk dungi.”
arjun (hands up)
“okay okay... baba maan gaya.
main bas... exercises sikh raha hoon.”
ammu (closer aake softly but still firm)
“exercises tu mujhse seekh.
fitness ke naam pe drama karna band kar.aur next time uske gym outfit pe comment kiya na, toh samajh le — kapdon ke saath kaan bhi kheench lungi.”
arjun (chuckling)
“tum serious ho ya cute? thoda mix lag raha hai.”
ammu (smirking)
“main serious hoon... aur tumhare liye dangerous.”
dono ke beech ek second ka pause hota hai — halki si eye contact, thoda muskaraahat.
phir ammu tokra le kar niche jaane lagti hai.
ammu (seedhi jaate jaate)
“aur haan… kal se chhat pe bhi full attention chahiye.
kahi coach coach karte karte mujhe bhool mat jana.”
Arjun
Wo sab to theek hai,lekin agar coach ka nahi ghoor sakta to tujhe to ghoorne de... Tu kab pehen rahi hai mere liye wese sexy top and shorts...
Arjun ek second ke liye ammu ko upar se niche dekhta hai or bolta hai
Arjun
Wese teri body par bahut suit karega chote dresses... Maan le meri baat... Ekdam hot lagegi...
Niche se aawaz aati hai Zaheer ki
Zaheer
Niche aa ja ab ammu... Khana ban gaya kya....
Ammu arjun ki baat par muskurati hai or bina dhyaan diye tokri me se ek kapda nikal kar mazak me arjun ke muh par marti hai or khil khila kar niche bhag jati hai
Arjun us kapde ko face se hatata hai to dekhta hai ki wo ek bra hota hai or arjun bina kuch soche samjhe use sniff karne lagta hai or uske chehre par ek naughty smile aati hai or wo us bra ko apni pocket me ghusa kar chhat se bhag jata hai
college ground – next morning
training full swing mein hoti hai.
boys ek row mein push-ups kar rahe hain, dusri row mein high jumps.
coach nikhat tight black track pants aur crop top mein — full active mode mein guide kar rahi hoti hai.
har kisi ko instructions mil rahi hain.
background mein seeti ki awaaz, shoes ki thap-thap aur students ke heavy breaths.
girls’ side
ammu, shanu, aur kuch aur ladkiyaan ek corner mein bethi hoti hain.
shanu dusri girls se baat kar rahi hoti hai, lekin ammu continuously nigaah chhupake boys’ zone ki taraf dekh leti hai.
uski nazar jaa tikti hai — arjun par.
arjun squat drills kar raha hota hai. uska face thoda red, lekin expression calm.
tabhi nikhat uske paas jaati hai, uska posture check karti hai —
uska haath arjun ke shoulder pe aata hai, fir uske back alignment ko touch karke adjust karti hai.
ammu ki eyes waha atak jaati hai.
Ammu
Kitni garmi hai yaar... Bechara mera bhai zaheer aisi garmi me kaise...
Sab ladkiya uski aawaz sunti hai lekin koi kuch notice nahi karta
ammu fir se nazar uthaake dekhti hai — arjun ab dumbbell ke saath core exercise kar raha hota hai,
nikhat waha se dusre ladke ki taraf chali jaati hai.
arjun ek moment ke liye casually idhar dekhta hai —
ammu turant apni nazar hata leti hai aur back straight karke rope uthati hai jaise kuch dekha hi nahi.
college ground – afternoon session
dhoop thodi kam ho gayi hai, lekin garmi abhi bhi chipki hui hai.
sports ground pe sab apne-apne drills mein busy hain.
boys group: plank hold, tyre flips, and box jumps.
coach nikhat active hai, har student ko check kar rahi hai — lekin arjun ke aas paas zyada time bitane lagi hai.
nikhat (arjun ke paas jaake)
“don’t bend your elbow like that. keep it aligned with your shoulder.”
(she gently adjusts his hand position)
“yeah, like this. try again.”
arjun coach ki baat quietly sunta hai, lekin halki smile bhi deta hai.
nikhat bhi casually uske form pe compliment deti hai.
nikhat
“good progress. tumhare stamina mein actual jump dikha hai. keep this pace.”
girls’ corner
ammu ek thanda bottle leke chhoti break le rahi hoti hai.
uska face halkasa sweaty hota hai, lekin nazar sirf ek jagah tikki hoti hai — arjun aur nikhat par.
nikhat ab bhi arjun ke aas paas hai, uske wrist stretch kara rahi hai... aur arjun bas calm expression mein dekh raha hai.
ammu ka grip bottle par thoda tight ho jaata hai.
shanu (jo peeche se aayi hoti hai)
“paani pee ya poison banaya?”
ammu (normal tone mein lekin nazar nahi hataati)
“coach kaafi... dedicated lag rahi hai aaj.”
ammu or kuch nahi bolti, sirf bottle ka cap band kar deti hai aur walk back kar jaati hai
lekin uska mood thoda dull ho gaya hota hai.
later that evening, college gate ke paas
students slowly ground chhod rahe hote hain.
arjun aur zaheer bottle leke bahar ja rahe hote hain.
ammu aur shanu ek bench ke paas khadi hoti hain, shoes nikalte hue.
tabhi arjun casually ammu ki taraf dekhta hai —
ammu usse nazar milane ke bajaye shoe lace pe focus kar leti hai.
evening light mein ammu quietly chhodti hai ground, lekin uski aankhon mein woh unsaid feeling hoti hai… jaise kuch kehna chah rahi ho, lekin sirf khud se.
college ground – late morning
aaj ka din thoda breezy hota hai, sun light soft hai.sports drills chalu ho chuki hain.students ground pe scattered hain warm up, group practice, aur kuch stretching.
arjun corner mein solo push-ups kar raha hota hai.uski t-shirt thodi damp hoti hai, breathing heavy.
tabhi coach nikhat uske paas aati hai, clipboard haath mein.
nikhat (pointing at his arm)
“elbow phir se tight kar le. pressure wrong place pe jaa raha hai.”
arjun (thoda thak ke, smile ke saath)
“aap toh har roz naya angle pakad leti ho... spy ho kya?”
nikhat (nonchalantly)
“main coach hoon, aur meri eyes sab jagah hoti hain.”
arjun (thoda leaning forward)
“sirf field pe ya otherwise bhi?”
nikhat (stern look)
“matlab?”
arjun (half smile)
“matlab... agar aapki observation power itni strong hai, toh ek coffee ke liye bhi ‘perfect place’ suggest kar sakti ho?”
nikhat (pause, phir straight face)
“ye flirt karna hai ya ankle stretch ka naye tareeka?”
arjun (laughs lightly)
“dono mein thoda overlap hai... flexibility toh har jagah chahiye na?”
nikhat ek second ke liye rukti hai, jaise she’s analysing.
nikhat
“tumhara stamina improve ho raha hai. focus wahin rakhna.”
arjun (mock wounded)
“bas stamina? character report card bhi check kar lo... aacha friend ban sakta hoon.”
nikhat (dry smile)
“friendship aur fitness dono mein patience chahiye.
aur tum dono mein thoda kamzor ho.”
arjun (playful sigh)
“kamzor toh tab hoon jab aap pass hoti ho... focus hil jaata hai.”
nikhat uski taraf ek sharp look daalti hai.phir clipboard palat kar chalti hai — bina react kiye.
nikhat (over shoulder)
“extra ten push-ups. flirt karne ka tax.”
arjun (grinning)
“as you say, coach…”
cut to:
ammu girls’ zone mein standing stretch kar rahi hoti hai.
wo door se ye scene dekh leti hai — arjun ka smile, nikhat ka strict aura.
uske chehre pe ek micro-expression aata hai — jaise wo confuse hai ki irritate ho ya ignore kare.
shanu (side se whisper karti hai)
“coach se bonding chalu hai lagta hai…”
ammu (tight jaw, casually)
“bas tips le raha hai... aur shayad thoda zyada le raha hai.”
background mein whistle bajti hai, aur students group drills ke liye ready hone lagte hain.
arjun last push-ups karta hai smile ke saath, jaise jeet uski ho gayi ho.
[b]college auditorium – late afternoon[/b]
college ke ek side hall mein nikhat aur kuch senior students sports week ki core team bana rahe hote hain.
whiteboard pe events ka schedule likha hota hai – races, relays, volleyball, tug of war, etc.
college ke teachers absent hain — sab exam invigilation mein lag gaye hain.
arjun corner mein khada hota hai, confident ki uska naam player list mein hoga.
nikhat ek final paper uthati hai, naam padhti hai.
nikhat (loudly)
“players team mein zaheer, amit, rohan...
arjun, you’re on logistics and arrangement team.”
arjun (surprised)
“wait, what? i was doing well in training... why not the players list?”
nikhat (calmly)
“you were, no doubt. but right now, i need someone smart enough to run the event — not just run in it.
players change, but managers make it happen.”
arjun (little let down)
“toh reward mila mujhe clipboard aur water bottles?”
nikhat (firm but not rude)
“nahi. tumhe mila trust. aur front row se sab dekhne ka chance.”
arjun (half-hearted smile)
“wow, motivational quote ready thi kya?”
cut to: evening – sports room
arjun ek register leke sitting area mein hota hai.
nikhat waha enter karti hai — hands full with boxes of medals, bands, and printed name tags.
nikhat
“tumhare liye challenge hai — kitne log field mein aate hain, sabka time, sabka order... sab tum manage karoge.”
arjun
“aur agar main galti karu?”
nikhat
“toh tumhare clipboard pe penalty lag jayegi.”
arjun (grinning)
“aur agar perfect ho gaya toh?”
nikhat
“toh tumhare clipboard pe meri signature.”
dono thoda smile karte hain — ek soft professional tuning ban rahi hoti hai.
cut to:
ammu aur shanu door ke paas se guzarte hain. ammu ek second ke liye ruk kar dekhti hai.
andar arjun nikhat ke saath schedule discuss kar raha hota hai, papers arrange karte hue.
shanu
“players mein nahi hai kya arjun?”
ammu (thoda flat tone)
“nahi... ab event ka manager ban gaya hai.”
shanu (teasing)
“manager ya madam ka assistant?”
ammu (quietly)
“jo bhi ho... kaafi serious lag raha hai.”
arjun aur nikhat table ke dono side par baithe hote hain, event list ready karte hue...
do log jo player aur coach se event partner ban gaye.
college ground – drill break
students short break le rahe hote hain.nikhat ek brown envelope leke arjun ke paas aati hai — thoda rush mein hoti hai.
nikhat
“arjun, ye papers sambhal ke rakhna.
principal sir ke signature wale documents hain — event permission, budget pass… sab isi mein hai.
main abhi girls’ relay check karne jaa rahi hoon.”
arjun (casual smile)
“done, coach. safe locker mode on.”
nikhat (strictly)
“no jokes. agar yeh file gayi, toh pura event ruk jayega. tumhare clipboard se zyada precious hai.”
arjun (mock salute)
“samjha, ma’am. jaan se bhi zyada…”
nikhat uski taraf half smile dekar chali jaati hai.
Thodi der baad canteen ke bahar – afternoon
arjun ek group ke saath hansi mazak karte hue chips khata hai.
file uske bag ke zip ke bahar thodi si dikh rahi hoti hai.
tabhi ek junior ladka uska bag uthakar table pe rakh deta hai — zip thoda khul jaata hai.
Short scene :-
thodi der baad arjun uthaata hai bag bina dekhe
file quietly ground pe gir jaati hai
koi aur student bag samajh ke utha kar lost & found mein nahi le jaata… woh file wahin udti rahti hai hawa mein
evening – college corridor ke corner mein
nikhat aur arjun dono staff room ke bahar khade hote hain.
nikhat haath badhati hai.
nikhat
“file do.”
arjun (freeze karta hai)
“…uhh…main… main abhi dekhta hoon bag mein…”
woh pura bag khol ke dekhta hai — file gayab.
nikhat ka expression slowly shift hota hai.
nikhat (thanda tone)
“tumhare clipboard se zyada precious thi na?”
arjun (genuinely nervous)
“main… i swear ma’am, main careful tha… pata nahi kaise—”
nikhat (tez aankhon se)
“tum careless the.
aur mujhe tum par trust tha.
maine file kisi first bencher ko nahi, tumhe di thi, arjun. kyunki mujhe laga tum samajh rahe ho responsibility ka matlab.”
arjun kuch nahi bol pata — sirf aankhon mein guilt.
nikhat
“ab jao. mujhe aur sunne ka patience nahi hai.”
woh seedha staff room chali jaati hai.
late evening – arjun alone in the stands
pura ground khaali hota hai.
arjun bench pe baitha hota hai, file ki chinta, apne upar gussa.
kisi se baat nahi kar raha — phone silent mode mein, aankhon mein clearly heaviness.
Arjun isi bhari Mann se ghar chala jata hai, aaj na use khane ka Mann tha na hi wo Ammu ke ghar gaya tha... Uska phone silent rha pure din or Ammu ki 20 miscall aa chuki thi... Dining table par bhi aaj uska wo charm nahi dikha jo aksar raat ko wo moj masti ke waqt pesh aata tha... Aaj wala arjun ek guilt se bhara hua tha... Na usko koi banter yaad aa raha tha, na hi wo kisi chiz me intrest le raha tha... Wo der sham ghar se nikal jata hai....
nikhat’s quarter – night
door pe knock hota hai.
nikhat casual night tee aur lower mein hoti hai — tired expression.
door kholti hai to arjun khada hota hai — haath mein ek empty folder aur ek folded note.
arjun (low voice)
“maine nahi socha tha ki main aapka trust todunga... but i did.”
nikhat (silent, arms crossed)
“aur?”
arjun
“aur... mujhe ye batana tha ki main sorry hoon.
main sirf event ke paper nahi, aapka bharosa bhi lose kar gaya.”
nikhat (softly, but still stern)
“ye mera pehla event hai.
main is din ke liye teen mahine se kaam kar rahi hoon.
aur tum jaise students se mujhe expectation hoti hai ki woh meri fight ko thoda asaan banayenge… aur tumne woh aur mushkil kar diya.”
arjun (thoda emotional)
“main banda bura nahi hoon… bas kabhi kabhi mazaak mein sab kuch halka le leta hoon.
par aap wali disappointment aankhon mein dekhna... woh bhari pad gaya.”
nikhat thoda soft ho jaati hai, she sits on the couch.
nikhat
“tum young ho, galti karna allowed hai.
par har baar mazaak se sab cover nahi hota.”
arjun ek note table pe rakhta hai — uspe likha hota hai:
"i’ll fix what i lost. just don’t lose faith in me completely."
nikhat note padhti hai... thoda smile karti hai.
nikhat (soft)
“tum jao... kal subah se tum staff room ke under honge, meri help karne.”
arjun (relieved)
“so... punishment mode?”
nikhat (half smile)
“nahi... rebuild mode.”
arjun wapas jaata hai, thoda halka feel karte hue.
nikhat note ko side table par rakhti hai — ek chhoti si smile ke saath, jaise usne bhi apna anger let go kiya ho.
arjun’s room – late night
arjun quietly apna bag ek kone mein fenkta hai.
shirt ki sleeves fold karte hue mirror ke saamne khud ko ek second ke liye dekhta hai.
thakan uski aankhon mein dikh rahi hoti hai sirf sharirik nahi, mental bhi.
arjun (soft sigh ke saath)
“ek din mein do disappointment… solid score…”
woh bed pe baithta hai aur apna phone unlock karta hai.
screen par: 20 missed calls
ek second ke liye wo blank ho jaata hai.
arjun (faintly)
“oh crap…”
woh turant call lagata hai — phone ring hota hai...
aur cut ho jaata hai no answer.
phir se try karta hai same.
ek chhoti si panic uske expression mein aati hai, lekin wo andar hi andar sab dabaa deta hai.
arjun phone table pe rakhta hai aur khud silently bed pe let jaata hai — aankhen ceiling ki taraf.
ek thodi si purani memory flash hoti hai uske dimaag mein. Use yaad aata hai ki Ammu ne use chhat par milne ko bola tha pichli baar or us par kuchh fenka bhi tha.. Arjun ka moog ekdam badal jata hai,wo uthta hai or apne room ka gate band karta hai or windows par curtain dalta hai... Fir apni cupboard se wo kapda nikalta hai jo Ammu ne anjaane me us par fenki thi... Wo tha ek bra... Arjun usko dono hatho me leke mehsus karta hai... Uski aankhein band hone lagti hai or wo Ammu ke khyaalo me kho jata hai... Wo bra ko sniff karta hai, usko apni tounge se lick karta hai... Us bra ko wo apne dono hatho me leke masalta hai jaise ki Ammu ke breats uske hatho me ho... In sab me Arjun ke chehre par ek smile aati hai or wo sochne lagta hai ki Ammu ab ready hai is relationship ko aage badhane ke liye warna wo mujhe ye kyu deti... Usne jaan bujh kar yeh diya hai, to kya wo tayaar hai ek step aage jane ke liye... Shayd isliye hi uski 20 miscall hogi... Or main pagal pure din se phone silent karke betha hu...Arjun us bra ko ek baar or ache se dekhta hai or fir se sniff karke cupboard me rakh kar so jata hai...
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