03-07-2025, 10:51 PM
Update 17
singh house – living room – evening
living room me halki si lighting hai. sofa aur center table neatly set kiye gaye hain. pratap ek side armchair pe baitha hai, uske paas madhu hai – dono mehmaanon ka swagat kar rahe hain.
azhar (zaheer ke abba) khush mood me baithe hote hain, saath me asma aur ammu bhi hain. sab ek dusre se trip aur sports week ke bare me casual masti kar rahe hote hain.
madhu (laugh kar):
ammu ne toh humein puri report di hai trip ki… par ye batao, tum log wapas aa kar kitna soye ho?
pratap (chutki lete hue):
arjun toh poore din sota raha. hero ban gaya hai aajkal.
azhar (smiling):
arey hero nahi... ab toh organising committee ka ladka hai. staff bhi uska fan ho gaya hai!
ammu (zaheer ki taraf dekh kar):
zaheer bhi toh champion hai. medal toh sabse pehle isi ke haathon me gaya.
asma:
bhai ne toh kamaal kar diya!
sab log muskuraate hain, lekin zaheer ka expression serious hai. wo bas chupchaap sun raha hota hai, kabhi kabhi halka sa smile deta hai, lekin uska mood clearly alag lagta hai.
conversation chalte chalte zaheer slowly waha se uthta hai, bina kisi se kuch kahe.
singh house – terrace – few minutes later
zaheer slowly chhat ke kone tak aata hai. uski aankhen horizon ki taraf hoti hain, lekin dimaag kaafi kuch soch raha hota hai.
tabhi peeche se halki kadmon ki aahat hoti hai…
shanu quietly chhat par aati hai. usne casual home wear pehna hai, baal loosely bandhe hue hain.
wo zaheer ko thoda observe karti hai, fir dheere se uske paas jaake uske bagal me khadi ho jaati hai.
shanu (soft tone me):
tum waha se bina kuch bole kyun chale aaye?
zaheer (slowly):
bas... bheed se nikalna tha.
short silence. hawa ka ek halka jhonka aata hai. chhat pe dono ek dusre ke saath khade hote hain… kuch pal tak koi kuch nahi bolta.
shanu (thoda hesitant, lekin firm):
kabhi kabhi... jeet se zyada zaroori hota hai... kaise khelte ho.
aur tumne sabse behtar tareeke se khela.
zaheer kuch nahi bolta. wo bas apne jute ki tip se chhat ke kinare pe line banata hai. tabhi shanu apna haath zaheer ke haath par rakh deti hai, very naturally — sympathy dene ke liye, connect karne ke liye.
zaheer thoda startled hota hai, lekin haath hataata nahi.
zaheer (narmi se):
tumhe lagta hai main haar gaya?
shanu (slowly, aankhon me warmth):
nahi... tumne kisi aur ko jeetne ka moka diya.
ye haar nahi hoti.
tabhi chhat ke raste arjun aata hai. uske haath me coke ki bottle hoti hai. usne aankhon se sab kuch dekh liya hota hai — shanu ka haath zaheer ke haath pe.
arjun (light tone me, lekin slightly taunting):
arre... chhat pe sabhi log aajkal spiritual hone lage hain kya?
shanu turant haath hata leti hai. zaheer bas normal expression ke saath arjun ko dekh kar halka sa sir hilata hai.
zaheer (calmly):
thoda hawa me sochna acha lagta hai.
arjun:
cool. main neeche jaa raha hoon. koi aur spiritual session ho toh bula lena.
arjun jaise hi chhat se wapas jata hai… shanu aur zaheer ek dusre ko dekhte hain.
kuch nahi kehte, lekin dono ke expressions me ek subtle si closeness settle ho jaati hai.
college – main corridor – morning
subah ka waqt hai. sports week khatam ho chuka hai, lekin uski baatein abhi bhi har group me chal rahi hain. corridor decorated hai – kahin kahin medals, posters aur banners lagay huye hain:
"congrats organising team!"
"sports week 2025 – unforgettable moments!"
arjun canteen se nikal ke corridor ke corner ki taraf aa raha hota hai, jahan kuch juniors aur classmates uska wait kar rahe hote hain.
student 1:
arrey bhai, kya coordination tha sports week ka! seriously, top-notch!
student 2 (laughing):
nikhat ma'am toh mic pe hi bol gayi – special thanks to arjun!
student 3:
kya scene hai re tu aur coach ka?
arjun (hassi me):
scene sirf planning ka tha... performance aap sabne diya.
sab log hasta hai. arjun modest smile ke saath sabko thank karta hai.
cut to: zaheer – corridor ke doosre side se sab dekh raha hota hai.
ek hand railing ke paas khada hai, arms folded, uske face pe neutral expression hai... lekin aankhon me ek alag sa silence.
tabhi uske paas taz aata hai – usual tapori attitude me, chewing gum chabate hue.
taz:
dekh... hero ban gaya tera bhai jaisa dost. sab usi ke peeche.
zaheer (straight face):
haan, acha kaam kiya usne.
taz (shoulder se dhakka maarte hue):
acha kaam? ya sirf nikhat ma’am ko impress karne ka scene tha?
zaheer uski taraf dekhta hai, thoda confused sa.
zaheer:
kya bakwaas hai ye?
taz (shrugs):
arre bhai... tu toh khud dekh raha tha... har jagah woh coach ke aas paas.
aur result? tu champion hone ke layak tha, lekin game waha set ho raha tha jahan zarurat thi.
zaheer (thoda annoyed):
bas kar taz.
taz:
tu hi soch... agar woh tere against vote na deti... toh aaj tu yahan sab ke beech trophy leke khada hota.
aur arjun? woh toh bas smile karta raha... smart banda hai, setting pehle hi kar li.
zaheer uski baat ko lightly dismiss karta hai, lekin thoda uncomfortable bhi hota hai. wo thoda door dekhne lagta hai — jahan arjun ko ab bhi students congratulations bol rahe hain.
zaheer (softly):
arjun aisa nahi hai.
taz (ghoom kar):
tu keh raha hai... lekin andar se tu bhi soch raha hai na?
zaheer kuch nahi bolta. ek chhoti si silence hoti hai. pehli baar uske face pe thoda doubt ka sa shadow aata hai — ek pal ke liye.
taz uski aankhon me dekh kar bas muskurata hai…
taz (casually):
koi na... soch le. truth kabhi kabhi seedha nahi dikhai deta.
cut to: arjun – door ke paas se zaheer ki taraf dekhta hai, lekin zaheer aankh milata bhi nahi.
college – nikhat’s cabin – afternoon
nikhat apne cabin me files check kar rahi hoti hai. table pe coffee ka mug, ek stopwatch, aur kuch training charts bikhre hote hain. tabhi door pe knock hota hai.
nikhat:
come in.
arjun enters, thoda sa casual, thoda sa nervous.
arjun:
you called, ma’am?
nikhat (without looking up):
haan, ek-do cheezein clarify karni thi... organising committee ke reports ke baare me.
arjun chair kheench ke baith jata hai. dono ke beech ek natural, friendly vibe hoti hai — koi awkwardness nahi.
nikhat:
tumhara coordination impressive tha. aur mujhe laga tumhare through hi staff ke kaam smooth chal paaye.
ab jab competition khatam ho gaya hai, main chahungi tum thoda aur actively help karo.
arjun (smiling):
main toh ready hoon… waise bhi… aapki leadership me kaam karna thoda challenging bhi hota hai... aur motivating bhi.
nikhat (smirks):
ye flattery tum sab ladko ke default setting me hoti hai kya?
arjun (grinning):
sirf unke jo genuinely impress hote hain.
nikhat usse aankhon me dekh ke halki si hansi rokti hai.
nikhat:
tumhara sense of humour bhi sharp hai, arjun. tumhe samajh nahi aata log tumhe kyun seriously nahi lete?
arjun (thoda lean karke):
shayad kyunki ma’am, main sirf unhi ko seriously leta hoon... jinse main inspired hoon.
nikhat ek second ke liye pause karti hai, fir thoda professional ho jaati hai.
nikhat:
acha chalo... ab time waste mat karo. ye reports le jao aur principal ko dede do.
arjun files leta hai, lekin jaane se pehle doorway pe rukta hai.
arjun (with a half-smile):
thanks... for the trust.
nikhat:
don’t misuse it.
cut to: ext. staff corridor – moments later
arjun nikhat ke cabin se nikalta hai, ek do juniors usse door se dekh rahe hote hain.
student 1 (whispering):
oye... arjun abhi nikhat ma’am ke cabin se aa raha hai?
student 2 (excited whisper):
maine suna dono ka kuch chal raha hai... har waqt ek dusre ke aas paas hote hain.
student 3:
full-on scene ban raha hai yaar... sports ke naam pe romance?
montage – whispers spread across the campus
– girls' group canteen me gossip karta hai
– boys ke group me bhi ye baat viral ho jati hai
– ek reel banane wali ladki nikhat ke cabin ka door record karti hai chhupke se
cut to: zaheer – stair railing ke paas khada hota hai.
door se arjun ko cabin se nikalte dekh leta hai. peeche se ek ladka sarcastic comment karta hai
random student:
bhai, arjun toh ab nikhat ma’am ka assistant ban gaya lagta hai!
zaheer bas expressionless khada rahta hai. kuch nahi bolta… lekin aankhon me kuch halke clouds utarte hain.
college corridor – late afternoon
shanu apni usual gang ke saath bench pe bethi hoti hai, ek cold drink ka can pakde hue. uske aas-paas 3–4 ladkiyan gathered hoti hain, sab gossiping mood me.
girl 1 (excitedly):
arre sunaa kya? nikhat ma’am aur arjun... kuch toh chal raha hai!
girl 2 (wide-eyed):
haan yaar, us din bhi ma’am ne mic pe special thanks bola... aur aaj fir se cabin mein bula liya tha use!
girl 3 (giggling):
aur arjun bhi full stylish ban ke ghoom raha hai aajkal. clearly kuch scene hai.
shanu (can se ek sip lete hue):
arre tum log bhi na... thoda cabin me bulaya toh immediately "college romance season 2" start ho gaya?
sab hansne lagti hain.
girl 1:
shanu tu arjun ke close hai na, tu hi bata kuch chal raha hai kya?
shanu (mock serious face):
haan haan, arjun ne mujhe personally bataya tha... ki next week se woh nikhat ma’am ke liye "protein shake specialist" banne wala hai.
sab:
haahahaha!
girl 2:
arre sach me?
shanu (grinning):
aur kya! pehle madam ke file uthayega, fir dumbbell... fir dil?
phir sab firse hans padti hain. shanu thoda extra drama karti hai.
shanu (sarcastically dreamy):
"dear diary, aaj arjun sir ne mujhe ‘ma’am’ bola... mujhe laga main gir padhungi gym ke mat pe..."
sab girls zyada zor se laugh karti hain.
girl 3:
arre bas kar yaar, tu toh full meme bana degi dono ka!
tabhi peechhe se arjun aata hai, headphones pehne hue, unka group pass karta hai. shanu usse dekh leti hai aur ek mischievous smile ke saath taunt karti hai:
shanu (loudly):
arreee... aur sunao arjun sir... aaj kya workout plan tha... cardio ya conversation?
arjun headphones utarta hai, confused expression ke saath:
arjun:
kya ho raha hai yahan?
shanu (straight face, dramatic tone):
hum toh bas coach-student bonding pe research kar rahe the... waise bhi aajkal tu lecture kam, lessons zyada deta hai.
arjun ek second blank dekhta hai sabko, phir hansi chhupata hai.
arjun:
tum sabko kuch kaam-dhanda nahi hai kya?
shanu (wink kar ke):
nahi... aaj sirf tumhara case study discuss ho raha tha. baaki sab break pe hai.
arjun bas sir hila ke waha se chala jaata hai, lekin cheek pe halki si smile hoti hai.
college canteen – late afternoon
canteen ka usual hustle-bustle ho raha hota hai. ek kone ki table pe ammu apni friends ke group ke saath bethi hoti hai. haath me ek garam chai ka cup. uska mood aaj shaant hai. tabhi table pe baat ka topic palat jata hai.
girl 1 (with mischief):
arre ammu... suna kya? nikhat ma’am aur arjun bhaiya ka kuch kuch ho raha hai!
ammu (casually sip lete hue):
kya?
girl 2:
haan re, aaj fir se cabin me baithak hui... aur kal to special thanks mic pe mila tha...
girl 2:
haan re, aaj fir se cabin me baithak hui... aur kal to special thanks mic pe mila tha...
girl 3 (whispering):
tumhare arjun bhaiya full-time madam ke aas paas hi ghoomte milte hain... setting lagti hai full-on!
ammu ne abhi sip liya hi hota hai ki uske muh se seedha chai bahar phut padti hai. ek second ke liye sab chok jaate hain.
ammu (coughing):
kya... kya bakwas hai ye?!
girl 1:
arre sach me! sab bol rahe hain... poora campus janta hai ab.
ammu (cup table pe rakhte hue, full irritated):
arey usne do baar mil liya kisi kaam se toh matlab ‘chal raha hai’?! logon ko toh seedhe se samjhana bhi nahi aata!
girl 2:
hum toh bas bol rahe hain... aaj nikhat ma’am ne bhi usse compliment diya sabke saamne.
ammu (ghusse se, aankhein gol kar ke):
toh? wo uska kaam tha... arjun ne help ki, bas!
girl 3 (thoda teasing tone):
achhaaa... bas? ya tumhe problem ho rahi hai ki madam uske aas paas zyada rehti hain?
ammu (voice thoda sharp ho jata hai):
nahi ho rahi koi problem! aur agar hoti bhi... toh bhi tum logon ke gossip se nahi hoti!
girl 1 (poking):
haan haan... waise bhi arjun bhaiya toh ab sports committee ke star hain… unki popularity badh gayi hai. nikhat ma’am bhi samajh gayi hongi!
ammu (stand up karte hue):
tum logon ko kuch aur nahi mila kya baat karne ke liye? chai bhi nahi peene dete properly!
ammu angrily apna cup uthati hai, lekin usme chai khatam ho chuki hoti hai. wo aur zyada gussa ho jaati hai.
ammu:
chalo asma ko milna hai… baitho yahan, gossip queens!
ammu jaise hi table se nikalti hai, peeche se ek girl halki si line bolti hai:
girl 2 (hansi chhupate hue):
haye... possessiveness level 100.
ammu rukti hai ek second ke liye... fir bas deep breath leke waha se nikal jaati hai — aankhon me clearly irritation aur andar hi andar kuch aur bhi.
college ground ke piche ka ek kona – late evening
sports week khatam ho chuka hai. students ab dheere dheere ghar ja rahe hain. college ke ek sunse kone mein arjun aur zaheer finally takra jaate hain. hawa tez chal rahi hai. dono ke chehre pe stress aur thakaan hai... aur andar se kuch aur bhi chub raha hai.
arjun ground ke ek side se aata hai, jahan se nikhat abhi chali hai. uska mood relaxed hai, lekin jaise hi uski nazar zaheer par padti hai, dono ka chehra tight ho jaata hai.
arjun (casual tone mein):
sun... kal wali baat ka mood mat bana le. i know dev ne galti ki, lekin maine usse majboor nahi kiya tha.
zaheer (ghoom kar, directly aankhon me dekhte hue):
nahi kiya tha? tu toh hero banne me busy tha... tujhse kya lena dena ke team kis wajah se haar gayi.
arjun (aawaaz thodi tez hoti hai):
oh please zaheer! main tere against nahi tha... main sirf system sambhal raha tha.
zaheer (tana maarkar):
system sambhal raha tha ya nikhat ma’am ka impression banana tha?
arjun ka face tight ho jaata hai. dono ke beech 5 second ka silence hota hai — hawa tez ho jaati hai.
arjun (gusse mein):
zabaan sambhaal ke baat kar... tu kya kehna chaahta hai?
zaheer (tez awaaz mein):
jo sach hai wohi keh raha hoon. tu har waqt dikhawa karta hai... aur jab asli waqt aata hai, tu peeche hat jaata hai!
arjun (step aage badhate hue):
dikhawa? main tha har jagah... sab handle kar raha tha... aur tu bas har waqt victim banta raha!
zaheer (aankhon mein gussa):
tum bas team ke peechhe khade hone ka natak karte ho... sach to yeh hai ki tujhe sirf apni image ki padhi rehti hai!
arjun (chillate hue):
at least main kisi aur ki success se jalta to nahi hoon! main tujhe roka tha kabhi? nahi! to phir blame kyun kar raha hai mujhe?
zaheer (full frustration mein):
kyunki tune mere bharose ko tod diya! aur mujhe iss baat ka gussa hai!
arjun (naked hurt tone):
aur mujhe iss baat ka dard hai ki tu mere khilaf khada ho gaya!
donon ki aawaazein itni tez ho jaati hain ki paas se ja raha ek student ruk jaata hai. zaheer bas apna bag uthata hai aur peeche murta hai.
zaheer:
apna hero banne ka natak kisi aur ke samne kar... meri nazar me tu bas ek selfish banda hai.
Arjun:-
Zaheer main aisa nahi hu...
Zaheer:
Bas kar behenchooo....
Zaheer gaali dete huye ruk jata hai or palat kar jane lagta hai
arjun bas uski peeth dekhte hue khamosh reh jaata hai. aankhon me gussa bhi hai, dard bhi.
arjun (dheere se):
tu chaahe kuch bhi soch le... main waisa nahi hoon jaisa tu bana raha hai mujhe.
zaheer bina palat ke nikal jaata hai. arjun wahi khada reh jaata hai — pehli baar, khud ke hi doston ke beech itna distance mehsoos karta hua.
zaheer ke ghar ki chhat – late evening
hawa mein ek thandak hai. andhera hai, lekin chhat par ek bulb ki roshni ammu ke chehre ko halka halka roshan karti hai. ammu chhat ke kone mein khadi hoti hai, aankhon mein confusion aur gussa dono. arjun waha aata hai – thoda thaka hua, mood clearly off hai.
ammu (tone thoda cold):
kya hua? subah se ignore kar raha hai... ab aa gaya milne?
arjun (ruk kar, thoda thake hue lekin sarky):
haa, sorry... time mil gaya socha tujhe bhi ek visit de doon... waise bhi sab mujhe hi villain samajh rahe hain aajkal.
ammu (eyebrows raise karke):
mujhe sab nahi pata, par tum thoda ajeeb behave kar rahe ho. zaheer ne bhi kuch kaha... aur tumne bhi kuch nahi bataya.
arjun (aawaaz badhata hai):
aur tu maan gayi na uski baat? obviously, uska version toh pure aur pavitra hoga!
ammu (thoda sharp):
arjun, main sirf samajhne ki koshish kar rahi hoon... chillane ki zarurat nahi hai.
arjun (bursting):
kyun nahi?! sab mujhe hi ghurte hain jaise main sab barbaad karne aaya hoon. zaheer bhi... aur ab tu bhi!
ammu (hurt tone):
main sirf puch rahi hoon, arjun... mujhe bhi clarity chahiye...
arjun (teeth clenched, gusse mein):
haan haan, clarity chahiye! tum dono bhai-behen ho hi aise! ek jaise! ek ne trust toda bol diya, dusre ne doubt karna shuru kar diya.
ammu (silent shock mein, soft but firm):
arjun... tu... kya bol raha hai?
arjun (ab full breakdown, harsh tone):
tum logon ko na koi ehsaan dikhta hai, na koi haq. bas apni nazar se sabko judge karte ho! main chilla chilla ke thak gaya hoon prove karte karte ke main galat nahi hoon!
ammu (pained, aankhon me aansu):
main bas... tujhse explanation chah rahi thi. yeh sab... zaroori tha?
arjun (low tone, sarcasm bhara):
nahi, zaroori kuch nahi hota na tum logon ke liye... tumhe to bas prove karna hota hai ki tum sahi ho... aur main nahi.
ammu (softly):
tu mujhe bura bol raha hai kyunki main tujhse sach puch rahi thi?
arjun (deep breath le kar, aankhon me moisture):
main sab se thak gaya hoon ammu... har jagah mujhe hi villain banate ho log... aur ab tu bhi...
ammu kuch nahi kehti. bas uske chehre pe ek expression hota hai — disappointment ka. wo palat kar jaane lagti hai. arjun uske peeche dekhta rehta hai. dono ke beech sirf ek thandi hawa bach jaati hai.
qureshi house – late afternoon
asma chhat par kapde sukha rahi hai. darwaza khula rehta hai jaise hamesha hota hai. tabhi bahar se shanu ki awaaz aati hai — thoda hesitant, thoda smiling.
shanu:
ammuuu?
zaheer drawing room me bethe hote hain, haathon me ek kitaab. awaaz sunte hi neck stretch karte hain. shanu ki awaaz unke liye ab unfamiliar nahi rahi.
zaheer (uth kar aata hai):
ammu nahi hai... lekin tu andar aa ja, main de deta hoon.
shanu halki si smile ke saath entry leti hai. dono ki beech awkward si comfort hoti hai – jaise dono samajh rahe ho ki kuch to change ho raha hai.
zaheer (kitchen ki taraf jaate hue):
bas mirch hi chahiye?
shanu (hassi se):
aur kya... biryani me mirch nahi daali to arjun ka muh utar jaayega... tu jaanta hi hai.
zaheer (laughing softly):
waise bhi uska muh har waqt kuch na kuch bolta hi rehta hai... kabhi thoda kam bolne lag jaye to samajh lena biryani thik bani hai.
shanu hans padti hai. zaheer mirch ka dabba leke aata hai.
zaheer:
yeh le... bata dena ammu ko, main asli waali laaya hoon. dhoka nahi milega.
zaheer:
yeh le... bata dena ammu ko, main asli waali laaya hoon. dhoka nahi milega.
shanu (uske haath se lete hue, eye contact banaye):
aur tu... waise kaafi sorted lagta hai. sab kuch sambhal leta hai ghar ka. impressive.
zaheer thoda humble smile deta hai, aankhon me soft glow.
zaheer:
bas zarurat thi... toh seekh gaya. tumhare jaise log nahi hote sabke aas paas.
shanu (halke se shrug):
acha... main chalti hoon. warna arjun fir se taang kheench lega ki tu itna time kis ke ghar lagaa rahi thi.
zaheer (hassi dabate hue):
kya tum sab ek doosre ko time track karte rehte ho? scary hai thoda.
shanu door ki taraf badhti hai. lekin jaate jaate palat kar ke ek choti si smile deti hai.
shanu:
zaheer… tum waise bilkul bhi nahi ho jaise main expect kar rahi thi... in a good way.
zaheer kuch nahi bolta. bas use jaate dekhte rehta hai — darwaza halki si khatakhat se band hota hai.
– a few seconds later
zaheer kitchen ke counter par tik jata hai. aankhon me ek thought run karta hai.
zaheer (andar sochta hai):
yeh... apne bhai se bilkul alag hai.
wo halki si smile deta hai — ek aisi jo sirf khud ke liye hoti hai.
zaheer abhi bhi drawing room mein hai, haath mein wahi kitaab lekin aankhon ka dhyan kahin aur hai. shanu ki aakhri line abhi tak uske dimaag mein ghoom rahi hoti hai — "tum waise bilkul bhi nahi ho jaise main expect kar rahi thi..."
kitchen se ammu ki awaaz aati hai.
ammu (thoda chilla kar):
zaheer! chai ban gayi hai... asma bol rahi thi tu thak gaya hai, le le aake.
zaheer khayalon se bahar aata hai, kuch nahi bolta — bas kitaab band karta hai aur kitchen ki taraf chala jaata hai.
int. kitchen
ammu aur asma table ke paas khadi hoti hain. ammu ne zaheer ke liye chai bana rakhi hoti hai.
asma (mischievously):
bhai... aj to bade khoye khoye lag rahe ho. kuch hua kya?
zaheer (casually, chai lete hue):
bas waise hi... thoda thak gaya hoon. aur kuch nahi.
ammu aankhon se clearly uski halat dekh leti hai — jo use samajh mein aata hai, wo asma ke bas ke bahar hai.
ammu (thoda soft tone mein):
tu rehne de. chai main le jaungi tere liye.
zaheer smile deta hai, but wo expression clear karta hai ki uske dimaag mein kuch chal raha hai. wo silently cup le ke nikal jaata hai.
int. terrace – zaheer alone
zaheer chhat par aake railing se lag jaata hai. hawa chal rahi hoti hai. neeche gali mein bachche khel rahe hote hain, lekin uski nazar us direction mein hoti hai jahan se shanu aayi thi.
zaheer (andar sochta hai, ek halki smile ke saath):
kaafi ajeeb ladki hai... lekin... ache wali ajeeb.
uske chehre pe thoda relief hota hai — jaise kisi ne uske chaotic din ke beech ek balance sa touch kar diya ho.tabhi piche se ammu chhat pe aati hai, plate mein kuch biscuits le aayi hoti hai.
ammu:
agar tu meri chai le gaya... to biscuits bhi le ja.
zaheer (hassi se):
teri ye feeding wali habit kab khatam hogi?
ammu:
jab tu khud se smile karna chhod dega.
zaheer:
main kab smile karta hoon?
ammu chhoti si maar jaisi thokti hai uske arm par.
ammu (teasing):
jab koi ajeeb si ladki tujhe bolti hai ki “tum alag ho”, tab.
zaheer momentarily freeze karta hai, but kuch bolta nahi. ammu chalti hai chhat ke corner ki taraf. zaheer uske peeche dekhta hai, fir chai sip karta hai.
zaheer (andar sochta hai):
alag ho? ya main khud ko uski nazar se naya dekh raha hoon?
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