ARJUN vs ZAHEER

[Greenwood]

Update 26

scene: raat – 8:00 pm – arjun ke ghar ka drawing room

camera arjun ke room ke ek kone se zoom karta hai arjun bed ke edge par baitha hota hai, t-shirt half pehni hui, baal bikre hue, aankhen udasi se bhari.uske samne ek chai ka cup thanda pad chuka hai.uska phone silent mode par table par pada hai, aankh us par tikti hai... lekin mann kahin aur hai.

andar se shanu ki awaaz aati hai:

shanu (door par knock karte hue):

“arjun! chal... chacha ne bulaya hai. azhar chacha ke ghar jaana hai.”

arjun (bina uski taraf dekhe, halki si jhalak ke saath):

“zaheer bhi hoga na...?”

shanu (andar aate hue):

“haan... to?”

arjun (sarcastically):

mujhe nahi jana us chutiye ke paas, faltu me gyaan deta rehta hai sala tu jaa...

(arjun ka face weird hota hai)

shanu (thoda stern):

“arjun... baat zaheer ki nahi hai. chacha ne bulaya hai... aur Ammu ke liye bulaya hai.”

ammu ka naam sunte hi arjun ki aankhen lift hoti hain.

ek second ka pause... phir bina kuch bole wo turant khada ho jaata hai.

arjun (tezi se shirt properly pehente hue):

“chal yaar, late ho raha hai.”

scene cut hota hai.

cut to: azhar ka ghar – drawing room – 8:05 pm

azhar sofa par baitha hota hai uski tabiyat abhi bhi thodi dheemi lagti hai, lekin chehra serious hota hai.

zaheer or asma already sofa ke paas khade hote hain. arjun aur shanu enter karte hain.

azhar (un sabko dekh kar, dheere se haath se ishaara karta hai):

“sab aa gaye ho... achha hai. ek zaroori baat karni thi...”

camera sab chehron par zoom karta hai – arjun ka slightly tense, zaheer ka calm but alert, asma aur shanu inquisitiv

azhar, apne haathon ko ek dusre par rakhe, gambhir lekin naram awaaz me bolta hai:

azhar:

“kal asad aa raha hai... aur isi ghar mein rukega.”

(ek chhoti si sansein bharta hai)

“to socha tum sabse pehle baat kar loon... taaki kisi ko bhi confusion na ho.”

sab bachon ka reaction neutral hai... sirf arjun ka chehra thoda tight padta hai.

azhar (continuing):

“main chahta hoon ki uska pura khyaal rakha jaye... use kisi bhi cheez ki dikkat nahi honi chahiye.

khane, rehne, waqt pe chai, jo chahiye... sab kuch.

cut to: kitchen ke andar – ammu ek bartano ki tray le kar khadi hoti hai.

uske kadam ruke hue hain... lekin wo sun sab rahi hoti hai. aankhen kuch sochti hain, lekin chehra bilkul blank hai.

phir azhar ka tone thoda friendly hota hai. wo arjun ki taraf dekhte hue muskurata hai:

azhar (pointing to arjun):

“aur arjun... tum mujhe sabse samajhdaar lagte ho.”

yeh sunkar ek chhoti si suppressed laughter ka sound aata hai — camera turant pan karta hai shanu ke chehre par.

wo munh par haath rakh kar hansi chhupane ki koshish karti hai, lekin aankhon se clear hai uska reaction.

azhar (muskurakar bolta hai):

“tumhara nature bhi calm hai... aur baat cheet bhi theek kar lete ho.

mere khayaal se tumhe asad ke sath dosti kar leni chahiye.”

arjun bas ek forced smile deta hai, jaise ‘haan bolna pad raha ho’.

zaheer us moment me thoda neck crack karta hai, jaise stress release kar raha ho. shanu apne nails ko dekhne lagti hai to avoid laughing again.

azhar:

“tum dono ek hi age ke ho, to bonding bhi ho jayegi. kal se tum dono hi zyada waqt sath me bitao.”

kitchen ke corner me, ammu ka kadam barabar chalne lagta hai, jaise wo tray leke living room ki taraf aayi ho.

arjun jaate jaate ek nazar uski taraf daalta hai — uski aankhon me kuch sawal, kuch regret, kuch umeed.

ammu sirf newspaper ka purana stack uthati hai — bilkul bina kuch bole, bina kisi reaction ke.

na aankhon me surprise, na gusse ki lehar... sirf ek thanda sa dikhawa.

arjun thoda rukh jaata hai... lekin phir kuch kahe bina nazar jhuka kar chal padta hai.

raat ka waqt, chhat par thandi hawa, halke se taare chamak rahe hain

arjun chhat ke kone mein low fence par baitha hota hai, ek haath se apni thodi ko sahara diye, dusre haath se ek patthar se zameen khurach raha hota hai. chehra udaasi mein dooba hua hai.

tabhi peeche se chalte hue shanu aati hai, uske haath mein ek steel ka pyala hota hai jisme kuch mitha hai – shaayad sewaiyaan.

[b]shanu (casually):[/b]

“arre devdas... chhat pe akele udaas kyun baitha hai?”

(ek spoon uske muh ke paas le jaate hue)

arjun ek long sigh leta hai, fir peeche mudh ke usse dekhta hai.

arjun (drama bhare andaaz mein):

“kal aa raha hai... mere sapno ka hatyara!”

shanu (spoon muh mein daalte hue, confused):

“kaun? yamraaj?”

arjun usse ghurta hai.

arjun (sarcasm mein):

“haan... lekin sherwani mein.”

shanu (halki hansi rokti hai):

“to usse kya hua, aane de na. koi mehmaan aa raha hai, shaayari la raha hai, sukoon la raha hai…”

arjun fir se ghurta hai, is baar thoda aur intensely.

shanu:

“what?”

arjun (kheej kar):

“kal wo aayega... to ammu ke ghar rahega. usse milega. usse baatein karega.

ek din mein na jaane kitni baar takrayenge dono... ek hi rasoi ka chai, ek hi terrace ka asmaan...

aur na jaane... na jaane kuch touch-wouch ho gaya to!”

shanu (mazaak udate hue):

“to? shayari ke sath romance free milega kya?”

arjun (fully drama mode mein):

“aur agar ammu ko wo pasand aa gaya to? uski ghazalein, uska urdu, uska wo dard ka dilbar...

Kasam se shanu main sale ka muh Tod dunga agar usne Ammu ko chhua bhi to

fir wo apne dono haathon ki chhoti ungliyaan muh mein daal leta hai jaise bachpan mein koi cartoon dekhta tha

aur ek fake rone ki awaaz nikalta hai – “ainnnnnnnnn”

(drama itna ki shanu ka pyala hil jaye)

shanu (control na kar paate hue hansi):

“arre drama man, bas kar... log samjhenge azhar chacha off ho gaye

arjun (ungli nikal kar, full childish face):

“yeh chacha ne hi meri lanka lagai hai... aur kal meri jagah koi aur lene aane wala hai.

shanu (soft smile ke saath, spoon uski taraf badhate hue):

“le... sewaiyan kha le, sweetness se jealousy kam hoti hai.”

arjun (spoon lete hue):

“mujhe sugar nahi chahiye... mujhe ammugar chahiye.”

arjun abhi bhi apne fake rone wale mood mein hota hai, thoda zyada hi drama karta hua – aankhon mein kuch nahi, lekin acting full serious.

arjun (lambi sigh ke sath):

“main chhat se kood jaun kya? bas chhoti si fracture hi hoga... par us waqt wo usse mil nahi payegi.”

shanu (eyebrow raise karte hue):

“tumhara fracture nahi, mera dimaag damage ho raha hai!”

arjun (ab bhi drama mein):

“main mar gaya samjho... tu meri arthi le jaa...”

Or arjun wahi let jata hai floor par zaban bahar nikal kar or bolta hai dekh yeh pose sahi hai na marne ka

(Inshort uska dimag kharab ho raha hota hai tension me)

shanu uske sar par tap maar deti hai.

shanu (thoda zyada thak chuki si):

“arre tu band kar ye tamasha... mujhe sochne de...”

pause hoti hai. thodi der dono chhup. fir shanu ke chehre par ek plan wali chamak aati hai.

shanu (ekdum se):

“idea!”

arjun ka drama ek second mein pause ho jata hai. uska chehra suddenly bilkul steady. aankhen wide open. jaise exam mein zero se hero ban gaya ho.

arjun (hope se):

“bata bata bata jaldi bata!”

shanu (calmly):

“dekho... wo sirf teen din ke liye aa raha hai na?”

arjun (slow nod):

“hmm... teen din... haan...”

shanu (strategic tone mein):

“to humein bas uske teen din barbaad karne hai. simple. teen din tak ammu se dur rakhna hai usse.

aur waise bhi... ammu ne bola tha — bina jaan-pehchaan ke wo haan nahi karegi.”

arjun ka muh halka sa khul jata hai jaise slow motion mein uske dimaag ka bulb on ho gaya ho. fir dheere se ek badi si smile uske chehre par aati hai.

arjun (excited whisper):

“genius... shanu you’re a genius!”

wo shanu ko ek dum tight side hug me le leta hai, almost zyada hi tight.

shanu (suffocating voice):

“arre... meri ribs... meri ribs!”

arjun usi hug se chutkar kar ke, khushi se naachne lagta hai

full Govinda style mein ek random seeti bajaa ke bol type step karta

hai.

arjun (gaate hue):

“asadddd ko hum banayenge saddd... yeh pyaar nahi aasan... ek aag ka dariyaaa hai... aur plan mein doobe jana hai

shanu (thoda enjoy karte hue, lekin phir serious hoke):

“oye choreographer... ruk! plan abhi poora nahi hua.”

arjun ruk jaata hai, lekin cheek pe muskurahat chipki hoti hai.

shanu (strategic mood):

“ab sochna yeh hai... ki usse Ammu se door kaise rakha jaye...”

arjun (full spy mode mein aate hue):

“mission... asad-disconnect... shuru!”

[b]subah ka waqt – 8:25 am | azhar ka ghar | halki halki dhoop aangan mein bikhri hui hai. kitchen se chai ki khushboo aa rahi hai.[/b]

ammu dining table ke pass chhoti si wooden bench par bethi hoti hai. usne ek pastel green suit peñhna hota hai, baal khule hote hain lekin halki si damp jaise abhi abhi dho liye ho. uske haathon mein chai ka cup hota hai, lekin wo nazar aangan ke floor par tikaye baithi hoti hai aankhon mein soch, halki si pareshani aur ek ajeeb si un-thought excitement.uske pair halke halke hil rahe hote hain jaise kuch decide karne ki koshish ho rahi ho.us waqt zaheer hall se nikal kar aangan ki taraf aata hai. haath mein uske bhi chai ka cup hota hai. uski nazar ammu par padti hai. wo kuch der usse observe karta hai – fir uske pass jaata hai.

zaheer (soft tone mein):

“kabhi kabhi tum itni chup kyun ho jaati ho... jaise kisi ne mute button daba diya ho.”

ammu (thoda sa smile banate hue, lekin aankhon mein udaasi chipi hoti hai):

“mute nahi bhai... bas... kabhi kabhi soch zyada ho jaati hai.”

zaheer (bench ke pass baith kar):

“rishte wali soch?”

ammu (chup rehti hai, fir dheere se haan mein sir hila deti hai):

“baba ki tabiyat, ghar ka mahaul... wo sab alag stress hai...

lekin... aaj pehli baar kisi se milne wali ho itne formally... jisse shayad ek din zindagi jodni pade...

yeh feeling... ajeeb si hai.”

zaheer (cup rakh kar uski taraf direct dekhta hai, softly):

“ajeeb hona normal hai. tu confused hai... par dar mat.

tu pehli baar kisi ladke se baat karegi... lekin tu akeli nahi hai.”

ammu (thoda emotional hoke):

“main nahi chahti thi itna sab suddenly ho... aur ab jab ho raha hai to lag raha hai... main ready hoon bhi ya nahi.”

zaheer (uska haath apne haath mein lete hue):

“tu ready na bhi ho... to bhi tu jaisi hai na, waisi hi perfect hai.

aur sun... agar kuch bhi uncomfortable lage, bas ek nazar mujhe de dena.

main hamesha yahin hoon... tere aas paas. tu kabhi akeli nahi hai.”

ammu (thoda moist aankhon ke sath smile karti hai):

“thank you bhai...”

zaheer (masti me tone badalte hue):

“waise bata... agar wo ladka boring nikla, to main khud hi chhant ke bhaga dunga usse.”

ammu (halki hansi ke sath):

“nahi bhagaana, bas itna karna... agar main confuse ho jaun to mujhe yaad dilana ki mujhe kya chahiye.”

zaheer (confident):

“done. main tera mirror hoon... jab bhool jaayegi, tujhe dikhata rahunga.”

subah ka waqt – 10:05 am | arjun ka room | halki roshni parde ke beech se aati hai | ek subtle fan ki awaaz | kamra bikra hua, bed sheet tedhi, ek jura hua towel floor par gira hua |

camera room ke door se enter karta hai – shanu tez kadam se andar aati hai

shanu (gusse mein):

arjun! arree utho bey!! 10 baj gaye hain! tujhe yaad hai kya aaj kaun aane wala hai?

arjun bed par mooh chhupa ke:

mmhhmm... bas do minute... ek aur dream finish karne de...

shanu (jhunjhla kar bed ke paas aati hai, dono haathon se uske shoulders ko jhinjhodti hai):

uth bey! kaun sapno mein hai tu? dream nahi nightmare aane wala hai tera!

arjun (aadhi neend mein behoshi se baith jata hai, aankhen half open):

kya ho gaya... kiski shaadi ho gayi?

shanu (teeth clenched, sarcastic tone):

shaadi nahi, teri barbaadi ho rahi hai! bol, bulaya tune kisi ko??

arjun (nazaarein blank, confused):

kaun... kiski baat...

shanu (frustrated, ek halki si thappad maar deti hai uske cheek par):

bam! bol bey!

arjun (thappad lagte hi aankhen poori khul jaati hain):

aeeyy! pagal ho gayi hai kya?!

shanu (cold, angry stare):

bulaya kisi ko?

arjun uski aankhon me dekh kar kuch yaad karne lagta hai... aur usi waqt:

cut to flashback:

raat ka scene – terrace par arjun aur shanu dono baith kar Asad se Ammu ko door rakhne ka plan discuss kar rahe hote hain.

shanu (flashback me):

dekh plan simple hai... use busy rakhna. ya to aise logon ke sath jod de jinke sath uska time waste ho... ya usse har jagah chhup chhup ke bhatakne de.

aur sabse important – koi distraction la.

arjun (flashback me):

haan matlab ek Asad ka Asad bana du... bhatakta hua aatma.

shanu (flashback me):

haan! aur koi aisa ek aadmi jo humari madad karein,kar sakte kisi par bharosa ?

Arjun kuch sochte huye,

Arjun (overconfidence)

Chinta mat kar shanu,tere bhai ne kachi gotiya nahi kheli

cut to present:

arjun ke chehre par sudden clarity aati hai. aankhen wide open. wo bed se jump karta hai. shorts pehne hote hain – turant jeans uthata hai aur pehne lagta hai.

arjun:

oh behen....

Fir shanu ki taraf dekhta hai or gaali uske muh me atak jati hai,shanu bhi apni nazrein fer leti hai

Arjun

! main hi sab bhool gaya!

ghadi ki taraf dekhta hai – time: 10:08 am

arjun (gusse mein, shanu ke kandhe par tap maarte hue):

abey tu uthati kyu nahi mujhe pehle!

shanu (ouchhh karte hue apna kandha masalti hai):

main uthane aayi thi to tu mujhe sapna samajh raha tha!

arjun turant apna phone uthata hai, speaker lagata hai – tone gusse bhari hoti hai:

arjun (phone par):

kahan hai bey,milna hai tujhse

phone cut – arjun turant comb uthata hai, mirror ke saamne khud ko dekh kar aankh marta hai full war prep mode mein.

shanu background mein sarcastically bolti hai:

"Mere sapno ka hatyara" aa raha hai aur tu superhero banne ja raha hai.

camera close hota hai arjun ke face par – ek mischievous smile, aankhon mein spark.

arjun:

aaj chhodunga nahi main us shayari ki dukan ko.

azhar ka ghar – subah halki dhoop | drawing room mein ammu aur zaheer sofe par casually baithe hote hain |

azhar (andar se kamar jor se):

zaheeerrr... beta, wo aane wala hoga asad... sab tayyari ho gayi na?

zaheer ek heavy sigh ke saath ammu ki taraf dekhta hai, fir dono ka eye contact hota hai — dono hi muskurane lagte hain

zaheer (thoda lean ho kar, halki muskurahat ke saath):

baba to bilkul pichhe pad gaye hain uske... bechara asad, acha khaasa 5-star hotel mein ja raha tha... yahan invite kar liya, ab zaheer palace mein hi rukega.

ammu (nazar jhuka kar ek smirk ke saath):

aur zaheer palace ka king... jiska room hi uska kingdom hai.

tabhi azhar aangan se andar aate hain – ek white towel kandhe par – halke se pareshan lagte hain

azhar (seedha zaheer ki taraf):

beta, apne room ki safai karli kya?

guest wahi rukega.

zaheer (thoda freeze ho jaata hai, aankhen momentarily blank):

uhh... hmm… wo… kiya tha main... matlab kar hi raha tha...

azhar ek suspicious look deta hai, fir kitchen ki taraf chalte jaate hain – haath se hawa mein ek sign karte hain "dekh lo"

ammu apne mooh par haath rakhti hai, muskurahat chhupane ke liye — uski aankhon mein clearly "told you so" expression

cut to: zaheer ka room

camera slow pan leta hai – room ka darwaza khulta hai | andar har taraf bikhre hue kapde, books, headphones, ek jhooti chai ki cup, ek jhooti socks ki jodi photo frame ke saath chipki hui — ek total battlefield ka vibe

beech mein ammu, ek haath mein jhaadu, doosre haath se dupatta sambhalte hue room ke darwaze pe khadi hoti hai — aankhon mein disbelief aur ek haath kamar pe

ammu (halke se hansi se):

ye room hai ya documentary shoot ho raha hai "after hurricane zaheer"?

zaheer (andar se awaaz lagata hai, jo bistar ke neeche kuch dhoond raha hota hai):

ammu... bas thoda sa messy hai... tu bas saamne ka clear kar de, main back-end handle karta hoon..

zaheer bistar ke neeche se ek purani t-shirt nikaalta hai, jisme se ek chhota sa teddy bear girta hai

ammu (eyebrows raise karte hue):

ye kya hai? ab tujhe night time cuddles bhi chahiye kya?

zaheer (jaldi se teddy ko side karta hai):

arre nahi re! asma ka tha… bachpan mein bhool gaya tha yeh idhar…

ammu (smiling, jhaadu chalate hue):

aur ab asad iss jungle mein rehne wala hai...

zaheer (sar pakad ke bistar pe gir jaata hai):

yaar... pehli baar kisi ke liye room clean kar raha hoon... irony toh dekh!

ammu:

koun,shayri ki dukan ke liye

Dono hanste hai

camera zoom out karta hai – ammu jhaadu chala rahi hai, zaheer bistar ke ek kone mein legs folded, apni hi room ki safai dekh ke thoda shame me, thoda helpless – dono ke chehre pe ek real, sweet sibling vibe wali smile