05-07-2025, 10:01 AM
Update 21
nikhat ka ghar – next morning – 7:05 AM
kitchen se coffee machine ki halki si gurrrr gurrrrr aawaz aa rahi hoti hai.
arjun ek loose grey t-shirt aur track pants mein hota hai, baal thode messy, aankhon mein neend ki halki si shading.
lekin chehre pe ek sukoon hota hai — waise sukoon jo kisi lambi, puri hui raat ke baad milta hai.
woh two mugs mein coffee pour karta hai — ek thoda zyada strong (nikhat ke liye), ek thoda halka (apne liye).
table pe sugar cubes aur chhoti steel spoon rakhi hoti hai — sab kuch quietly arranged.
andar se nikhat nikalti hai — oversized white shirt pehni hoti hai ji (shayad arjun ki), neeche kuch bhi visible nahi hota.
baal half-tied, aankhon mein woh “just woke up but still in that vibe” look.
nikhat (stretch karte hue):
“smells like you finally learned something useful…”
arjun (bina dekhe):
“tumhari nautanki ke liye strong coffee zaroori hai.”
nikhat softly laugh karti hai, jaake stool pe baith jaati hai. tabhi peeche se ek familiar voice aati hai:
khala (andar se aati hui):
“arre suno, kal raat tum dono kaha chale gaye the?
maine pakode banaye the — poore thande ho gaye, ek bhi nahi khaya.”
nikhat aur arjun dono ek dusre ko dekhte hain — pehle halki si aankhon ki contact, phir dono ke lips pe ek slow, thoda naughty smile.
Arjun:
Nahi khala aisi to baat nahi hai, raat ko to nikhat ache se khaya hai pakoda... Aap shayd so gaye they, maine khud serve Kiya tha
Nikhat aankho hi aankho me sharma rahi hoti hai or ek Hansi ko chhupa bhi rahi hoti hai,
Khala
Aisa kaise ho sakta hai, main to jaag rahi thi or Maine to gin ke banaye they...
arjun coffee stir karte hue aankhon se nikhat ki taraf ishara karta hai, jaise “ab tu samjha le…”
nikhat (casual smile chhupate hue, innocent acting mein):
“woh… khala… kuch kaam aa gaya tha… aur time ka pata hi nahi chala…”
khala suspiciously dono ko dekhti hai — phir haath jod ke bolti hai:
“accha? kaam aisa kya tha ki maine itni aawaz di… ek bhi sunayi nahi diya!”
arjun (smiling, aawaz dabake):
“accha khala, coffee lenge aap bhi? ya main pakoda serve karu fir apki nikhat ko ?”
Nikhat fir aankhon me sharmati hai or ek Hansi nikal jati hai uski,
khala thoda hasti hai. wo apna dupatta thoda tight karti hai aur kehti hai:
khala:
“nahi beta… ab humare din kaha pakode or yeh sab khane ke, aap dono khao beta ji
khala chali jaati hai — dono thodi der chup rehte hain, fir haansi chhupate hue coffee sip karte hain.
arjun nikhat ke haath pe haath rakhta hai table ke neeche — ek casual, warm touch.
nikhat aankhon se uska haath press karti hai, aur fir cup utha ke casually bolti hai:
nikhat:
“mujhe lagta hai, coffee se zyada… raaton ka flavour addictive ho raha hai.”
arjun (smirking):
“coffee main roz bana dunga…
raat wapas mile toh sambhal lena.”
azhar ka ghar – subah 7:30 baje
phone ki ghanti bajti hai – zaheer neend se haath ghuma ke phone uthata hai. screen par likha hota hai: "husna khala."
zaheer (neend bhari aawaz mein):
“jee khala...”
husna khala ki urgency phone ke speaker se chhalk rahi hoti hai.
husna (phone par):
“beta zaheer, ladke wale aaj hi milne aa rahe hain. maine subah unse baat ki thi...
woh keh rahe hain 10 baje tak aa jayenge, ek chhoti mulaqat karne.
tum sab taiyyar raho... main bhi aaj shaam tak pahuch jaungi.”
zaheer ekdum fully alert ho jaata hai. aankh se neend nikal jaati hai.
zaheer:
“theek hai khala... main sab ko bata deta hoon.”
scene shift – drawing room – 8:15 AM
pratap ek chhoti diary mein kuch note kar raha hota hai, azhar chai pee raha hota hai.
zaheer un dono ke paas aata hai, thoda tense, lekin composed.
zaheer:
“khala ka phone tha. ladke wale... aaj 10 baje tak aa rahe hain.”
ek second ke liye pratap aur azhar dono ek dusre ko dekhte hain. phir pratap thoda sa smile karta hai, aur turant uth kar bolta hai:
pratap:
“main mithai lene nikalta hoon. tum log yahan ki tayyari sambhalo.”
azhar ki aankhon mein excitement bhi hoti hai, thodi emotional bhi. wo bas sir hilaata hai
[b]montage – azhar ke ghar mein tayyariyon ka silsila shuru[/b]
kitchen se masalon ki khushboo nikal rahi hoti hai. madhu apron pehne haldi, pyaaz, aur garam masale ka tadka laga rahi hoti hai.
bhindi fry, baghare baingan, daal gosht — sab kuch ek silsile mein banta ja raha hota hai.
asma aur shanu milkar poora ghar saaf kar rahi hoti hain — floor pe paani chhidak ke, kapda maar ke, jhadoo lagake.
shanu ne ek simple cotton suit pehna hota hai, dupatta loosely daala hua — baal tied up, haath mein jhaadu.
shanu jukh kar drawing room ka kone saaf kar rahi hoti hai — ek pal ke liye uski kamar dikh jaati hai, or uske bethne se uske knee se uske boobs upar uth jate hai jisse uske upper boobs flesh hote hai or ek aisa angle bhi banta hai jisse shanu ka ek shoulder ka bra strap appear ho jata hai, or shanu ki cleavage is tarike se show hoti hai ki koi bhi dekhe to apni aankhein na hata paye jo uski har movement mein ek natural grace hoti hai.
usi waqt zaheer ek tray le jaate hue udhar se guzarta hai — uski nazar bas ek second ko padti hai.
koi vulgarity nahi, koi intention nahi — sirf ek pal ka wo real, raw observation.
zaheer ke lips se bas ek halka “ufff…” nikalta hai — nafrat nahi, hawas nahi — sirf ek confused, helpless si saans.
phir wo turant aankhen hata leta hai, aur seedha kitchen ki taraf chala jaata hai — jahan madhu already busy hoti hai.
poore ghar ka mahaul ab shaadi ke pehle waale din jaise lagta hai — har kone mein kuch ho raha hai, lekin har dil mein ek halke panic aur excitement ka mix.
shanu chhupke zaheer ke peeche dekhti hai ek second ke liye — aur phir dobara jhadoo lagana shuru kar deti hai — jaise kuch hua hi nahi.
ammu ka room – safai ke baad ka waqt – mehmaan aane se thoda pehle
light soft hai, ek corner mein window ke paas mirror ke samne ammu khadi hai.
usne ek halka mehendi green suit pehna hai, dupatta neatly pleated, baal khule — lekin chehra thoda blank.
shanu peeche se aati hai, haathon mein ek chhota sa clutch aur ammu ke earrings leke.
dono abhi tak busy thi taiyaariyon mein — lekin jaise hi room mein aayi, ek pal ke liye sab thama-thama sa lagta hai.
shanu (softly, casual tone mein):
“yeh wale pehen le… matching bhi hai, aur halki bhi.”
ammu mirror mein aankh milaye bina sirf haan mein sir hilati hai. wo earrings pehente hue apne reflection ko dekh rahi hoti hai, lekin jaise wo khud ko dekh nahi rahi — kuch aur dhoondh rahi ho.
ek pal ke liye shanu uski taraf dekhti hai — phir uske paas jaake comb uthati hai aur ammu ke baal softly saaf karti hai.
phir dheere se puchti hai:
shanu (slow tone):
“ammu… thik hai na?”
ammu aankh band kar leti hai ek second ke liye — jaise koi heavy baat andar dabake rakhi ho.
ammu (halke se):
“sab thik hai.”
shanu stop karti hai. comb rakh deti hai.
shanu (thoda jhuk ke):
“ammu, sab thik hota toh tu itni chup kyun hoti?”
ammu uske saath aankh milane se bachi ja rahi hoti hai. phir mirror se aankhen hata ke bed ke edge pe jaake baith jaati hai. dupatta lapet leti hai apne haathon mein.
do second tak dono chup.sirf ceiling fan ki halke awazon.
phir ammu bolti hai — halki aawaz mein, toot-te toot-te:
ammu:
“meri maa hoti na shanu… toh main usse bas ek baar pooch leti… ki kya sach mein main taiyaar hoon?”
shanu uske paas aa jaati hai quietly. uske paas baith jaati hai, bina kuch bole.
ammu (phir):
“sab itna jaldi ho raha hai… papa ki tabiyat… ghar ka mahaul… zaheer bhai ki aankhon ka pressure…
aur main… main toh bas is beech mein kahi dhoondh rahi hoon apne liye ek pal.”
shanu uska haath pakad leti hai — warm aur firm.
shanu:
“tu akele nahi hai. tu jo feel kar rahi hai, wo galat nahi hai.
kabhi kabhi hum taiyaar hone ka natak karte hain, sirf apno ke liye…
par dil... wo hamesha slow rehta hai.”
ammu ki aankhon mein aansu jam jaate hain — lekin girte nahi.
shanu apni aankhen moond ke ammu ke shoulder pe sir rakh leti hai — jaise dosti ke thande paani ka ek ghoont.
ammu:
“main use janti bhi nahi shanu… or mujhe darr hai, main uss jagah jaa rahi hoon jahan koi bhi mujhe jaanne ki koshish bhi karega ya nahi.”
shanu bas uska haath tight pakadti hai, aur sirf ek line kehti hai
shanu:
“tu agar kahogi… toh main tere saath uss ghar tak chalungi.”
ammu uske taraf dekhti hai — aankhon mein pehli baar ek halki si muskurahat.
dono thodi der chup rehte hain — room mein sirf ek dosti ka sukoon rehta hai, jo shabdon se nahi, samajhne se bana hota hai.
ammu uske taraf dekhti hai — aankhon mein pehli baar ek halki si muskurahat.
dono thodi der chup rehte hain — room mein sirf ek dosti ka sukoon rehta hai, jo shabdon se nahi, samajhne se bana hota hai.
azhar ka veranda – 9.15 baje
dhoop ab dheere-dheere dhal rahi hoti hai.
azhar ek traditional white kurta aur chashme mein chair pe baitha hota hai — thoda tired, lekin aankhon mein woh jazba jise bas apni beti ki shaam ka intezaar ho.
pratap ek chhoti tray mein do cups chai ke laata hai — aur dono friends jaise, ek side mein baith ke sip karte hain.
azhar (cup lete hue, thoda soch mein):
“beti... toh ek din jaana hi hota hai pratap…
par itni jaldi... aur aise waqt mein... bas dil thoda zyada bhari hai.”
pratap uski baat sunta hai, fir ek thandi si muskurahat ke saath kehta hai:
pratap:
“teri beti sirf kisi ke ghar nahi jaa rahi, azhar...
apna naya ghar banane jaa rahi hai.
aur tu… tu us ghar ka pehla neev ban raha hai.”
azhar ki aankhon mein halka sa paani jamta hai, lekin wo turant pee leta hai chai ka ek ghont, jaise emotions ko neeche dhakel diya ho.
scene shift – shanu aur asma ka ghar ke liye nikalna
andar se shanu nikalti hai — ek deep purple straight-cut silk suit pehne hue, jismein silver resham embroidery neckline aur sleeves ke paas chamakti hai.
baal neatly tied back in a bun, silver jhumke, aur ek minimal makeup — eyes thodi bold, lips light rose tint.
uske saath asma hoti hai — usne ek pista green anarkali pehna hota hai, jismein gold print halka halka neck se ghoomta hai. dupatta soft net ka, lightly sequined.
asma ka look thoda playful, thoda elegant — age ke mutabiq.
shanu ki haath mein ek small clutch hota hai, aur wo steps utarti hai confidently — lekin aankhon mein ek alag hi calmness hoti hai.
dono behne ek dusre ko dekh kar muskurati hain — unka aana ghar mein ek fresh sa movement laata hai.
scene shift – zaheer ka room
zaheer apne room ke mirror ke samne khada hota hai — ek off-white cotton kurta, crisp aur freshly ironed.
neeche plain white pajama. baal halki si gel se set, aur aankhon mein ek dark kajal-like shadow jo uski neend kami aur emotional exhaustion ko chhupa nahi paata.
lekin chehre pe ek focused silence hoti hai — wo apne collar ko set karta hai, phir ek second ke liye khud ko dekhta hai.
mirror ke reflection mein uske piche se shanu aur asma guzar jaate hain — uska chehra unke reflection pe tik jaata hai ek pal ke liye.
phir wo aankhon se wo pal hata ke, kurte ki last button band karta hai — jaise sab kuch andar seal kar diya ho.
kitchen se biryani aur rooh afza ki khushboo aa rahi hoti hai, aur veranda mein azhar aur pratap dono khamoshi se chai ke last sips le rahe hote hain.
yeh subah ek rishta nahi ek nayi kahani ki shuruaat hone wali thi.
college front gate – late morning
nikhat arjun ke bike pe hoti hai — dono college ke gate ke bahar rukte hain.
sunlight sharp hai, lekin breeze thandi. nikhat ne ek navy blue tshirt or ek loose lower pehni hoti hai, light scarf shoulder pe latka hua.
Gale me uski city or ID card or hath me water bottle
helmet utarke wo arjun ko dekhti hai — aankhon mein woh raat wali warmth ab bhi kuch halki si chamak ke form mein rehti hai.
nikhat (casually):
“thanks for the ride. aur... raat ke liye bhi.”
arjun thoda smile karta hai, lekin aankhon se zyada lips se.
ek second ke liye kuch bolne lagta hai, phir ruk jaata hai. sirf sir hila ke kehta hai:
arjun:
“take care... nikhat.”
gate ke paas taz – same moment
taz ek side khaali wall ke paas khada hota hai, ek hand pocket mein, ek hand water bottle ghumata hua.
usne arjun aur nikhat ko clearly notice kiya hota hai.
jaise hi arjun uske paas se guzarta hai, taz thoda jhuk ke aankhon se ishara karta hai — cheeky smile ke saath:
taz (nazar se signal karta hai):
“wah bhai… set hai ladki tere…”
arjun uski taraf dekhta bhi nahi, sirf thoda sarcastic sa side glance deta hai — ek weird “tu chhod” wali expression.
phir bina kuch bole, accelerator ghumata hai — bike ki awaaz tez ho jaati hai… aur wo taz ke saamne se full throttle mein nikal jaata hai.
taz peeche se bolta bhi hai, lekin arjun tak kuch nahi pahuchta — sirf ek flying dust ka cloud.
taz (laughing, peeche se):
do nao ki sawari mehngi padegi arjun miyaan...
Or itne me taz ka phone ring karta hai
arjun ki bike road pe – fast wind, loud engine, aur helmet ke andar ek blank, thoda loaded expression.
uske chehre pe koi smile nahi… lekin aankhon mein kuch rehta hai jo keh deta hai — raat raat thi... subah subah sab normal nahi hota.
taz ek wall ke paas khada hota hai, phone haath mein — halka smile rehta hai uske chehre pe, kyunki abhi 5 minute pehle arjun uske saamne bike pe nikhat ko drop karke gaya hai.
lekin phone ka vibration uska mood tod deta hai. screen par naam blink karta hai: “Azhar chacha calling…”
taz turant phone lagaata hai, still chilled tone mein:
taz:
haan chacha, boliye…
azhar ki awaaz phone mein heavy aur halki si thaki thaki lagti hai, lekin baat direct karta hai:
azhar (phone par):
beta taz… aaj 10 baje ladke wale aa rahe hain ammu ko dekhne.
tum logon mein se koi zaroorat ho toh main teri madad lunga.
tu bhi bhai jaisa hi hai uska… bas dua dena.
taz ek second ke liye frozen reh jaata hai.jaise dimaag pe kisi ne cold water daal diya ho.
uski aankhen ekdum still lekin aawaz utni hi casual banaye rakhta hai:
taz (thoda ruka hua):
jee chacha… jee… zaroor.
call cut hota hai. taz ke haath se phone dheere se neeche hota hai. aankhon mein ek laachar si cheekh hoti hai lekin muh band.
taz ke chehre ki smile dheere dheere gir jaati hai.uska phone ab bhi haath mein tight pakda hota hai.phir wo khud se halki aawaz mein, maar kha chuka aadmi jaisa bolta hai:
taz:
saala... Zindagi bhar mehnat maine ki… budhe ki daant maar galiya sab sahi
aur uske aam koi or choosega.
uski cap jo pehle usne casually rakhi thi, wo uthata hai dekh ke bas gusse mein zameen pe patak deta hai.
background mein college bell bajti hai duniya apne routine mein busy hai, lekin taz ki duniya us moment mein freeze ho gayi hoti hai.
azhar ka ghar – evening 9.45 am
ghar me mehmaan aane wale hain drawing room me mithaiyon ki tray, chandi ke glasses, garam pakode, aur elaichi wali chai ki mehek hawa mein ghuli hoti hai.
andar sab ready ho chuke hain. zaheer white kurta ke upar light blue waistcoat pehne hall se bahar jaise hi nikalta hai
tabhi samne se shanu seedhiyon se neeche utar rahi hoti hai deep purple silk suit, silver jhumke, soft eye makeup, aur ek subtle bindi. baal neatly bun mein, ek lock gaal pe girta hua.ek pal ke liye dono ki nazar milti hai. sab kuch slow ho jaata hai
zaheer ke andar ka voice (mann mein):
yaar… yeh ladki har baar… aur zyada khubsoorat kyun lagti hai,jaise sab kuch ignore ho sakta hai par yeh nahi.
uska haath kurte ke button pe atak jaata hai, aankhen shanu ke chehre se nikalti hi nahi. wo kuch kehna chahta hai, par lips band rehte hain.
shanu ke andar ka voice (mann mein):
aisa lagta hai jaise main use har baar naye tareeke se dekh rahi hoon…
aur har baar... dil thoda aur hil jaata hai
uska pair ek step pe rukta hai. wo aankhen neeche karti hai, lekin gaalon pe ek halka pink blush aa jaata hai
dono paas se guzarte hain na kuch bolte hain, na rokte hain. lekin jab paas se nikalte hain, ek halki si muskuraahat dono ke lips pe rehti hai sirf ek dusre ke liye.zaheer peeche mud ke dekhta hai ek pal ke liye shanu us waqt dupatta set kar rahi hoti hai, jaise uski aankhon ka ehsaas usne feel kiya ho.
dil ke andar sab kuch unspoken rehta hai lekin aankhon ne apna kaam kar diya hota hai.
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