ARJUN vs ZAHEER

[Greenwood]

Update 16

college multipurpose room – afternoon

ek thoda dull sa hall. whiteboard pe event chart bana hua hai.

chairs aur tables scattered hain — planning meeting ka mood hai.

nikhat, arjun, aur kuch aur organizing members baithe hote hain.

zaheer thoda late aata hai — tracksuit me, haath me water bottle.

nikhat (professional tone):

let’s settle quickly. we need to finalize team combinations for the relay event.

every second will count here — speed plus strategy.

arjun whiteboard ke paas jaata hai.

wo confidently explain kar raha hota hai — usne relay ke liye ek new format suggest kiya hota hai:

arjun:

so, if we place dev in the second leg instead of fourth, we gain around 2.3 seconds on average.

he’s quick but doesn’t finish well under pressure. final leg should go to zaheer.

zaheer slightly confused hota hai.

dev uska junior hai — jo har match me uske sath practice karta raha hai, aur uska morale low hota hai bench hone par.

zaheer (thoda softly):

dev ne sabse zyada ground time diya hai. wo pressure sambhal sakta hai — pehle bhi kiya hai.

arjun (calm but firm):

haan, but yeh national-level prep hai. we can’t go by feelings. stats are better.

nikhat:

agreed. arjun’s layout makes sense.

we’ll go with this order — dev gets dropped for backup.

whiteboard pe dev ka naam cut kiya jaata hai.

zaheer chup ho jaata hai. kuch nahi bolta, sirf ek sharp look deta hai arjun ki taraf.

ek chhota silence hota hai — zaheer ki aankhon me halki disappointment hoti hai, but vo kisi ko nahi dikhata.

meeting disperse hone lagti hai.

sab apna data pack kar rahe hote hain, zaheer quietly bottle band karta hai.

zaheer (arjun ke paas se guzarne lagta hai):

nice presentation… kaafi impressive tha.

arjun (smirking):

thanks… idea hi aisa tha.

zaheer kuch nahi bolta, bas nikal jaata hai — lekin uske expression me woh sab kuch hota hai jo abhi tak unspoken hai.

cut to: whiteboard – dev ka naam faint chalk marks me dikh raha hota hai… aur zaheer ka naam final leg pe.

qureshi house – chhat – early evening

chhat par halki hawa chal rahi hoti hai, kapde line par sukh rahe hain.

ammu ek bucket leke aati hai, kapde utarne ke bahane. aankhon me thoda sa tension, thoda sa anticipation.

Chhat ke raaste arjun chhupke se aata hai, corner me thoda time rukta hai, phir aage badhta hai.

ammu (dekhte hi, halki narazgi me):

tum aa gaye… bina bataye?

arjun (shoulder uchaate hue):

aayi to tum thi… main bas wapas lene aaya tha jo mera reh gaya tha.

ammu (samajh jaate hue):

tumhara kuch nahi tha… wo kapda meri… matlab mujhe chahiye.

arjun (taunt maarte hue):

haan haan, mujhe bhi yaad aa gaya… black wala, net wali strap,soft cotton… itna bada  size.

ammu (jaldi se):

chhup! zaheer neeche hai.

arjun (laugh rokte hue):

toh? main toh tumhare ghar ka regular guest hoon ab.

ammu (slowly uske paas jaati hai, thoda sa aankhon me look):

bas wo kapda de do… aur kuch nahi chahiye.

Arjun

Wo to nahi milega... Pyaar ki nishani jo hai...

Ammu(thinking)

Ise kaise batau ki wo pyaar ki nahi saali ki nishani hai

Ammu

Dekh tu wo wapas de de... Please... Kyu nakhre kar raha hai

Arjun

Theek hai... De dunga wapas lekin ek shart hai

Ammu

Hein... Aisa thodi hota hai... Meri chiz mujhe lene ke liye kaisi shart

Arjun

Fir se sochle, chahiye ya nahi...

Ammu(thinking)

Agar na bolugi to kabhi nahi milega,or Asma ko yaad aa gaya ki kapde lene main gayi thi to use kya bolugi

Ammu

Theek hai bata kya shart hai...

Arjun

Kapde ke badle kapda

Ammu(confuse)

Matlab...

Arjun

Yeh le le, or uski jagah dusra dede... No problem simple solution

Ammu(thinking)

Agar ise mana kar dungi to yeh wapas nahi dega...

Ammu(jor khate huye bolte huye)

Theek hai... Kal wo leke aana or dusra le lena bas...

Arjun

That's really nice of you Ammu

Tumhare yeh kapde hi to khali waqt me tumhari Kami puri karte hai... I can feel them

Or arjun apne hatho ko aise karta hai jaise ki wo Ammu ke boobs pakadne wala ho... Or uski aawaz me ek moaning type hoti hai... Ammu yeh sunte hi usse jhagadne lagti hai,usko marne legti hai or arjun waha se chhat par bhag raha hota... Ammu bhi uske pichhe slow motion me bhag rahi hoti hai or dono ek diwar ke paas takrate hai or dono ek dusre ki baaho me aa jate hai... Arjun uski aankho me dekhta hai or dono ka eye contact hota hai... Bhagne se dono ki saansein foolne lagti hai or dono bas kisi feeling me kho jate hai,koi aawaz nahi bilkul silence....... Ammu aankhe band kiye apne aap apne lips aage badha deti hai... Or Arjun bhi apne lips uske lips par rakh deta hai... Dono kiss me busy ho jate hai,lekin yeh wala kiss pahle kiss se alag tha... Isme tha passion or dono ki razamandi... Dono ek dusre ke lips ko chabane lagte hai... Arjun ab ammu ko apni baho me bhar leta hai ekdam tight or dono shiddat se kiss karte hai... Chhat ki is deewar par dono ka pyaar rang le raha tha or unhe dekhne wala bhi koi nahi tha... Dono kiss karte rehte hai and suddenly dono ke lips par zoom hota hai or slow motion me dono ek dusre ko choom rahe hote hai... Or tabhi inka lips par angle blur hota hai or piche ka background clean dikhne lagta hai or yeh kya... Ye to... Yeh to Taz hai... Taz apni chhat se in dono ki prem lila dekh raha tha,use bahut bura lag raha tha kyoki wo Ammu ko pasand karta tha... Taz apna hath apni railing par de marta hai or arjun bhi ab chhat se wapas apni chhat par jane lagta hai

arjun railing ke paas rukta hai.

stairs se utarte waqt ammu palat ke ek baar dekhti hai… dono aankhon se smile exchange karte hain — kisi ko kuch kehne ki zarurat nahi hoti.

singh house – shanu ka room – evening

shanu bed pe ulte lete hue apna phone scroll kar rahi hoti hai. screen pe kabhi kabhi zaheer ke messages ya group photos ruk jate hain. phir screen lock kar ke uska face thoda restless sa lagta hai.

ek baar fir se phone uthati hai… message likhne lagti hai, fir delete kar deti hai.

aankhen ceiling ki taraf — mann me clearly kuch chal raha hota hai.

shanu (apne aap se, halki awaaz me):

bas aise hi... normal hi toh hai... bas dekhne ka mann hai... milne ka nahi... matlab, haan... casual hi toh hai.

wo mirror ke saamne jaake baal thoda set karti hai… ek random lip balm lagati hai… fir khud pe hasti hai.

shanu (phir se):

mujhe zarurat kya hai zaheer ke ghar jaane ki?

…ammu bhi nahi bula rahi… kuch bahana bhi nahi hai.

kya bolun… salt lene aayi thi?

wo table pe baithti hai… ek idea aata hai, phir turant reject kar deti hai.

shanu:

amma ke liye recipe... nahi yaar, itna obvious lagta hai.

chalk mangne jaaun? childish.

phir wo sigh karti hai… thoda frustrated hoti hai.

neeche se madhu ki awaaz aati hai:

madhu (door ke bahar se):

shanu, tu neeche aa rahi hai kya?

shanu:

haan maa… aa rahi hoon.

wo bed se uthti hai… kapde thoda thik karti hai

no reason to go.

shanu thoda disappointed si andar chali jaati hai.

uski aankhon me bas ek line likhi ja sakti hai —

"kaash koi wajah mil jaaye us tak phir se pahunchne ki."

college sports ground – next day – late morning

suraj tez hai, ground pe tension zyada.

semi-final relay event ke liye hustle-bustle chal rahi hai. har team apne lane me khadi hai.

zaheer apni team ke sath warm-up kar raha hota hai, lekin uska chehra stiff hai — aankhon me ek ajeeb sa pressure.

dev side me khada hai — nervous, thoda restless.

zaheer uske paas jaata hai, uski aankhon me thoda guilt bhi hota hai.

zaheer (softly):

dev... chill kar. tu best de, bas itna hi soch. pressure nahi lena.

dev (halki awaaz me):

main try karunga bhai... bas… sab dekh rahe hain.

zaheer:

main teri jagah hota toh bhi yahi karta. just run.

race start hoti hai.

first runner, second runner — sab theek ja raha hota hai.

third leg me dev baton leta hai… lekin wo speed maintain nahi kar pata.

doosri team ka runner usse cross kar jata hai.

zaheer anchor leg ke liye ready hota hai… wo baton le to leta hai, lekin tab tak lead chali jaati hai.

zaheer pura zor lagata hai, lekin finish line pe team third aati hai —

final ke liye qualify nahi karti.

team members ground pe baith jaate hain, kisi ka muh nahi chal raha. dev aankhon me paani leke baithe hota hai.

zaheer kuch nahi bolta. wo uske shoulder pe haath rakhta hai, lekin kuch kehne ka man nahi karta.

doosri taraf ground ke vip zone me arjun aur nikhat organizing team ke sath baithe hote hain.

jeetne wali team ke liye clapping ho rahi hoti hai — arjun bhi clap kar raha hota hai, casually, focused on winning side.

zaheer ki nazar door se us par padti hai — uske chehre par disappointment ke saath ek halka hurt ka emotion bhi hota hai.

zaheer ka inner monologue type vibe:

“yeh uske liye bas ek event tha… mere liye toh team thi.”

arjun notice nahi karta —

zaheer bas silently waha se nikal jaata hai, apne towel ko tight pakad ke, head down.

cut to: dev – jiska sir jhuka hota hai.

cut to: arjun – jiska dhyaan abhi bhi celebrations me hai.
cut to: zaheer – jo chalte chalte ek baar palat kar dekhta hai, phir seedha chala jaata hai.

college corridor – late afternoon

sports event ke baad ka time hai, campus thoda shaant ho chuka hai. students groups me baatein karte nikal rahe hain.

shanu canteen se nikli hoti hai — haath me ek cold drink aur chehre pe usual jolly, full-of-life smile.

shanu (apne aap se):

zaheer ko bataun ki main uska relay dekh nahi payi... but i’m sure he nailed it.

(then giggles softly)

aur agar nahi bhi jeeta toh main usse hi trophy dila dungi... attitude ki.

wo turning le kar ground side corridor ki taraf badhti hai — thoda casual bounce leke.

tabhi saamne se zaheer aata hai.

shirt thodi muddy, towel shoulder pe, aankhon me halki redness — lekin voice nahi, expression blank.

wo directly shanu ke kareeb se gujarta hai, bina kuch bole.

shanu (thoda tease karte hue):

arre arre... champion sahab itne serious kyu? thoda smile toh—

uska sentence adhoora reh jaata hai.

shanu uski aankhon me dekh leti hai — un aankhon me kuch tha. halka sa paani, thoda dard, aur pura thaka hua insaan.

zaheer uski taraf dekhta bhi nahi — seedha nikal jaata hai, jaise koi toofan andar chhupa raha ho

shanu (ruk jaati hai, aankhon me sudden softness):

“yeh... kya hua use?”

(she whispers to herself)

wo uske jaane ka raasta dekhti rehti hai. uska cold drink thanda hota hai, lekin uske haath garam ho jaate hain — ek tadap, ek chubhan, ek helplessness.

zaheer chalte chalte railing ke paas rukta hai… bas ek second ke liye… aur phir bina palte, chala jaata hai.

shanu ab tak wahi khadi hoti hai… aankhon me confusion nahi, sirf concern.

girls common room – afternoon

shanu ek bench pe baithi hoti hai, do ladkiyan uske paas baith ke sports ka discussion kar rahi hoti hain.

girl 1:

arre zaheer ki team out ho gayi, can you believe it?

girl 2:

haan yaar... final se pehle disqualify ho gaye. shocking tha.

shanu (surprised):

what? seriously?

kab hua yeh?

girl 1:

bas aaj hi... dev ne relay me gadbad kar di.

but zaheer ne toh full try kiya. poor guy.

shanu ka face thoda freeze ho jaata hai. wo bas ek second ke liye blank dekhti hai, phir aankhen down karti hai.

shanu (andar hi andar):

“aur maine socha main usse taang kheenchne jaaungi…”

college ground ke paas ka corner – thodi der baad

zaheer ek cemented boundary wall pe baitha hota hai, dusre log chhut rahe hote hain, lekin wo shant hota hai, uske haath me bottle hai — lekin wo usse ghoor raha hota hai, pee nahi raha.

tabhi shanu aati hai — halki si hesitant steps ke saath. uske haath me ek chhota packet hota hai — ek energy bar ya kuch aisa.

shanu (normal tone me):

sun...

champion waale zone me rehne ki acting mat kar…

main pehchaan gayi hoon — tu chill kar raha hai, lekin andar se ghussa hai, right?

zaheer uski taraf dekhta hai, ek halki si muskurahat lane ki koshish karta hai… lekin kuch bolta nahi.

shanu (baith jaati hai uske paas):

tum haare, mujhe pata hai.

kyu haare, mujhe nahi pata.

aur honestly, zarurat bhi nahi hai mujhe reason jaane ki.

zaheer (softly, thoda surprise ke saath):

toh phir aayi kyu ho?

shanu:

tumhare liye. bas.

tumhe ye yaad dilane ki liye ki haar jeet chhoti baat hai…

tum zaheer ho. aur zaheer haar ke bhi kisi aur se zyada strong lagta hai.

wo uske haath me energy bar thamaati hai.

shanu (masti me):

aur ye le... chocolate flavour hai. mujhe chahiye hota toh main khud kha leti.

but tu deserving lag raha hai.

zaheer uski taraf dekhta hai… ek shant, almost grateful expression ke saath.

zaheer:

tu... alag hai.

shanu (shoulder uchaake):

pata hai. tu bhi.

ek second ki awkward silence hoti hai… lekin wo weird nahi hoti.

phir shanu uth jaati hai.

shanu:

waise main soch rahi thi, ek din mujhe tumhara cap try karna chahiye.

aaj mood off hai, isiliye maaf kar diya.

warna permission lena padta.

zaheer (smiling):

le lena... bina permission ke bhi.

shanu ek baar uski aankhon me dekhti hai... aur chali jaati hai.

zaheer uski back ko dekhte hue, pehli baar us din halka sa light mehsoos karta hai.

zaheer ki chhat – early evening

shaam dhal chuki hai. chhat par halki orange light phaili hai. hawa me thoda thandak hai.

ammu kapde lene ke bahane chhat par aayi hoti hai. uske bal loosely bandh rakhe hain, ek haath me clip aur dusre haath me laundry basket.

tabhi arjun sidiyon se chhup chhup ke chhat par chadh jaata hai. ammu uski aahat sun ke thoda alert hoti hai.

ammu (ghoom kar):

tu aa gaya? Yaad hai na ki kya tay hua tha

arjun (casually):

main toh soch raha tha tu bhool gayi hogi...

ammu (teekhe lekin low voice me):

maine wada kiya tha... lekin tune pehle wapas lautaana tha.

arjun slowly paas aata hai, thoda drama karte hue:

ammu, ek din log kahenge — "yeh wahi ladka hai jo ek chhoti si chori se ek badi si story bana gaya."

ammu:

ek din log kahenge — "yeh wahi ladka hai jisko meri chappal se bhi pyaar tha."

arjun hans padta hai.

arjun:

agar tu chappal ban ke bhi aaye na, tab bhi main tujhe pehn lunga.

ammu (mock disbelief):

uff, tu na... ek number ka cartoon hai.

phir dono chhat ke kone pe jaa ke baith jaate hain, halka sa silence hota hai. sirf hawayein aur sheher ki shaam ka shor.

Ammu

La ab de...

Arjun

Pahle tu de... Fir aage baat hogi

Ammu waha se uth kar jati hai taar par sukh rahe kapdo ke niche se ek red maroon bra nikalti hai or arjun ke dekhe bina hi use hatho me fold kar leti hai...

Arjun

Oh acha to yaha hai khajana..

Arjun (thinking)

Agli baar mangana nahi padega

Ammu dhire dhire uske paas aati hai or apni muhti kholti hai or arjun uske hath se wo bra le leta hai or apni pocket me rakh leta hai bina dekhe... Taki Ammu ko embarrassments na ho...

Ammu

Maine apna kaam kar diya... Ab teri baari

Arjun

Wo to thik hai lekin...

Ammu

Lekin kya...

Arjun

Wo jo kiss tha... Wo ek or chahiye mujhe... Is baar more passionate

Ammu

Bhag... Ab kuch nahi milega..

Ammu samajh jati hai ki wo ab apni bra bhi kho chuki hai or uth kar waha se jane lagti hai

Arjun

Kaha Jaa rahi hai...

Ammu

Beth kar kya fayda... Tu waada to pura karta nahi

Arjun ek smile deta hai or ammu jane lagti hai,arjun wahi se tez aawaz me bolta hai...

Arjun

Agli baar pura set chahiye hoga mujhe, ab isse kaam nahi chalta raato mein

Or Ammu use aankho se ishara karti hai hatt badtamiz or smile karke jane lagti hai

Arjun wahi bethe use dekhne lagta hai,or uth kar wapas apni chaat par aa jata hai

college canteen – sports week ka aakhiri din – afternoon

bhaar ground par energy peak par hoti hai. final match chal raha hai. dhoop tez hai, cheering ki aawaazein, mike par commentary — sab kuch garam-mahaul jaisa.

lekin canteen... almost khaali. ek kone mein zaheer baitha hota hai, bottle ghoomata hua. uski aankhon mein na haar ka dukh hai, na match ka interest. bas ek shant si udaasi.

kahi se sports ka dhoom-dhaam canteen ke andar tak aa raha hota hai.

wo thoda jhuk kar baitha hota hai, table pe haath tikaye. thoda-thoda apne thought me khoya hua.

cut to: ground ke edge pe – shanu

shanu crowd me idhar-udhar dekh rahi hoti hai. sab students busy hote hain, sabki nazar final par hoti hai. uski aankhen kuch aur dhoond rahi hoti hain.

shanu (andar hi andar):

“sab final dekh rahe hain... aur tu kahan chala gaya zaheer…”

phir uska intuition use canteen ki taraf kheenchta hai.

cut to: canteen ka gate

shanu halki si daud lagate hue andar aati hai... aur ek kone me baitha zaheer dikh jaata hai.

shanu (rukh jaati hai, slowly paas jaake):

sab final dekh rahe hain... aur tu yahan...?

zaheer uski taraf dekhta hai. aankhon me thoda guilt... thoda thakaan.

zaheer:

main haar gaya tha.

ab jo jeet rahe hain, unka haq hai enjoy karne ka.

mera nahi.

shanu (aankhon me halka pani, lekin smile bana ke):

aisa mat bol. tu toh woh hai jiske liye main cheering karti thi, bina team me hote hue bhi.

zaheer sir jhuka deta hai. shanu uske samne wali chair kheench kar baith jaati hai.

shanu:

pata hai... tu haar gaya.

but main... main fir bhi proud hoon tujh par.

kyunki tu kabhi kisi se competition me nahi tha... sirf apne aap se.

zaheer:

aur main wahi haar gaya, shanu.

khud se.

ek short pause hota hai. dono kuch nahi bolte.

phir shanu apna haath uske table pe rakhti hai. slowly. zaheer us haath ko dekhta hai, phir uski aankhon me.

shanu:

kabhi kabhi... haarna bhi zaruri hota hai.

takay kisi apne ka haath samne aaye...

zaheer (soft tone):

aur tu…

tu yeh haath kabse le aayi mere liye?

shanu (light smile):

jab tu bina kuch bole bhi sab kar jaata tha… tabhi se.

ek lamha... bas aankhon ka contact. kuch seconds... dono ki sanson ke beech sirf shaanti.

aur fir... jaise sab kuch automatic ho... dono slowly uthte hain...

aur ek silent, soft hug me band jaate hain.

na koi line hoti hai, na koi plan... bas ek instinct hota hai.

hug normal hota hai, lekin usme bharosa, thakaan, comfort — sab kuch hota hai.

camera slowly zoom out karta hai

canteen ke bahar cheering sunai deti rehti hai, lekin yahan...

ek chhoti si shant duniya bani hoti hai.

Yeh hug itna tight or warm tha ki jaise bichhde huye premi kai saalo baad mile ho, zaheer apne hath shanu ki pith se lapete huye tha or kuch der hug karne ke baad zaheer ko ehsaas hota hai ki uske shanu ki pith par us jagah hai jaha tshirt ke andar shanu ke bra ka hook tha... Or zaheer ko apni chest me shanu ke garam garam round boobs dabte huye bhi feel hote hai... Kuch der baad shanu bhi flow se bahar aati hai or apni pakad loose karne lagti hai zaheer ki kamar se zaheer samajh jata hai ki shanu kya kar rahi hai isliye wo bhi shanu se alag ho jata hai... Shanu apne baal thik karne lagti hai embarassment se bachne ke liye to wahi zaheer idhar udhar dekhne lagta hai... Or stadium se bigul ki aawaz aati hai...

college ground – sports week closing ceremony – late evening

stage lights on ho chuke hain. sab students neatly line mein baith kar prize distribution dekh rahe hote hain. chairs ke saamne ek long table hai jahan dignitaries baithe hain. background me “college anthem” type soft instrumental chal raha hota hai.

anchor (student host):

and now… the moment we’ve all been waiting for… the awards!

montage shots:

students medals le rahe hain. cricket team, relay race winners, long jump, girls’ kho-kho team — sabko medals aur certificates mil rahe hain.

zaheer stage par jaa ke medal receive karta hai — dignity ke saath.

shanu crowd me baithi hoti hai, proud smile ke saath clap kar rahi hoti hai.

zaheer ka expression composed hai, lekin aankhen kisi ko dhoond rahi hoti hain...

anchor:

and now, presenting the most awaited appreciation — for the one who made this entire sports week smooth, disciplined and full of energy…

the best coordinator award... goes to... ms. nikhat siddiqui!

stage pe sab clap karte hain. nikhat full athletic dress me confident tarike se stage par jaati hai.

sab ladko ke beech halki si hooting bhi hoti hai. ek cute sa chaos.

nikhat mic leti hai.

nikhat (firm, with a soft smile):

thank you for this recognition.

sports sirf jeet ya haar nahi hota... character dikhata hai.

main sab students ki dedication ko salute karti hoon — especially the organizing team.

pause

nikhat (adds, confidently):

aur ek special thank you to... arjun singh.

audience reaction:

"oooooo!"

clapping, whistling, hooting. arjun ke friends usse elbows maar ke tease karte hain. kuch students "wah bhai!" kehke chillate hain. Ye to pat gayi arjun bhai... Arjun teri to lottery lag gayi mere bhai... Arjun nayi gf mubarak ho.... Aisi aawazein aa rahi hoti hai

arjun… back stage ke ek kone me khada hota hai.

wo thoda smile karta hai, neck scratch karta hai awkwardly… lekin andar se khush.

ek dum se spotlight uspe padti hai, aur nikhat uski taraf dekhti hai.

cut to: zaheer – same crowd me, dusre kone se arjun ko dekh raha hota hai.

zaheer ki aankhon me fixed stare hoti hai. expression unreadable.

kahi na kahi wo us scene ka hissa nahi ban pa raha hota hai — alag si feeling hoti hai uske andar.

cut to: arjun – mic ke paas jaane ki sochta hai, lekin ruk jaata hai.

anchor:

thank you, ms. nikhat! and thank you arjun for leading the committee like a champ!

crowd cheer again.

camera pulls back – slow zoom out:

shanu applauding hoti hai… ammu bhi thoda awkward sa smile karti hai…

aur zaheer — bas chupchap baitha — aankhon me kuch keh na paane ka dard.

backstage – post award ceremony – night

stage ke piche ka area thoda dim light me hota hai. backdrop banners half-latke hue hain. kuch decoration ka saman corner me pada hai. crowd ab slowly disperse ho raha hai, lekin backstage ab bhi halki hustle-bustle me hai.

nikhat, thoda confident, thoda overwhelmed, mic table par rakh ke peeche aati hai. uske chehre pe ek genuine wali muskurahat hai.

arjun waha already khada hota hai, uski taraf dekhte hue.

nikhat (lightly laughing, thoda thak ke):

khatam ho gaya... finally.

arjun (muskurata hua):

aur kya dhamakedar tareeke se khatam hua...

best coordinator. aur crowd-favorite bhi.

nikhat (playfully):

crowd-favorite tu tha... main toh bas kaam kar rahi thi.

arjun (softly):

tumhara kaam hi sabse alag tha. sabko discipline me laana, motivate karna... easy nahi tha.

nikhat ki aankhon me halka sa gratitude. wo ek step aur aage badhti hai.

nikhat (thoda emotional tone me):

mujhe laga hi nahi tha... ki main kisi naye place me itna comfortably fit ho paungi.

but... tum logon ne mujhe bahut support diya.

arjun bas halka sa smile karta hai, kuch bolta nahi.

nikhat ek second rukti hai… aur fir impulsively arjun ke paas aake uske gale lag jaati hai.

ek warm, genuine hug. koi awkwardness nahi… bas ek success ke moment ka celebration.

arjun thoda startled hota hai, lekin fir dheere se apne haath uske shoulders pe rakhta hai… aur uske hug ka jawab deta hai.nikhat ka gadraya jism bhi arjun ke hatho me chota sa lag raha tha... Arjun use tight hug deta hai or uske chehre par ek smile thi, ek satisfy smile... Nikhat bhi pure jor se gale lag rahi hoti hai, arjun ko nikhat ki body ki garmi bhi feel hoti hai... Or nikhat ko arjun ki mazboot pakad bhi...

arjun (soft voice me):

tum deserve karti thi yeh sab.

nikhat (slowly alag hote hue, aankhon me halka moisture):

thanks, arjun. tumne bahut help ki.

arjun (half smile):

ab agar galti se paper na kho jata toh aur bhi zyada proud feel karta main.

nikhat (hassi se):

abhi bhi proud hoon main…

tum samajhdar ho.

aur... samay ke saath aur bhi ache banoge.

dono ek dusre ko dekhte hain... ek short, quiet moment hota hai. koi heavy vibe nahi… lekin ek maturity wali warmth.

cut to: zaheer... backstage ke ek chhote se shadow se yeh sab dekh raha hota hai... kuch keh nahi raha... bas observe kar raha hota hai