07-07-2025, 10:52 PM
Update 30
outskirts of jaipur – late afternoon
sab log hawa mahal ke baad taz ki van me ek aur jagah ghoomne nikalte hai — ek halka sa picnic vibe, chhoti si jagah jahan nature ka feel aaye. jaipur ke thode edge par ek wide ground jaisa area jahan kuch trees aur ek chhota sa broken chhappar (shed) hota hai.
scene opens inside the van:
shanu (window se bahar dekhte hue):
"lagta hai barish aane wali hai..."
taz (steering wheel par thap thap karte hue):
"barish aaye ya tufan, taz bhai ki van chalayegi — full throttle!"
van ek sudden jhatke se ruk jaati hai.
sab log aage ki taraf jhatak jaate hain.
arjun:
"arre oye... yeh kya kiya taz!"
taz (steering ghumate hue, panic mode):
"arre clutch gaya... ya engine... ya dono! ruk gayi madam! brake lag gayi zindagi mein!"
sab log van se nikalte hain.
tabhi... baadal garajte hain.
aur barish ekdum se tapak jaati hai
pehle halki, phir zor se.
asma (chillati hai):
"areyyy bhaagooo! phone bhi bheeg jayega!"
sab log haste haste ek chhote se chhappar ke neeche aa jaate hai.
wo chhappar kaafi purana aur chhota sa hota hai — sab adjust karte hain, shoulders touch hote hai, thoda crowded feel.
zaheer aur taz ab bhi van ke paas hain – try kar rahe hota hai dekhna ki kya kharab hua.
ek aur bijli chamakti hai, zor ki kadak.
taz (daudta hua aata hai):
"mujhe to spark yaha aaya... waha nahi!"
zaheer bhi uske peeche peeche bhaagta hai aur chhappar ke neeche aa jaata hai.
chhappar ke neeche situation:
sab log bhige hue, shoulder to shoulder. shanu zaheer ke ekdum paas khadi hoti hai, bijli chamakne ke zor se ek loud sound hoti hai...
shanu (ghabra kar):
"aaaaah!"
wo ekdum zaheer ke gale lag jaati hai.
zaheer ke liye sab kuch slow ho jaata hai shanu ki wet hair, uski fragrance, uski breath.
uske haath hawa me hote hai, wo confuse hota hai ki kya kare.
zaheer (apne aap se, aankhen band karte hue):
.. yeh kya ho raha hai..."
lekin shanu ka fear real hota hai wo actually dar gayi thi, uski grip tight hai. zaheer dheere se apne haath uske peeth par rakh deta hai, awkwardly comforting way me. dono kuch nahi bolte.
dusri taraf – arjun, ammu, asad
bijli ek aur baar chamakti hai, ammu dar ke ek haath se arjun ka haath pakad leti hai.uski aankhen band hoti hain.
arjun (shock me, halki smile ke saath):
"bas yahi baarish chahiye thi "
asad (side me, sab dekh raha hota hai) — uske chehre par ek blank expression.arjun asad ki taraf dekh ke ek side smirk karta hai, jisme confidence bhi hota hai aur thoda wicked sa ego bhi.
jaise keh raha ho — "dekha? ab bhi connection wahi hai."
ammu dheere dheere realize karti hai ki wo arjun ka haath pakad rahi hai.wo turant haath chhodti hai aur aankhon se “sorry” jaisa kuch kehkar dusri side dekhti hai.
background me:
taz (andar se chillata hai):
"abe tum me se kon paapi hai, jisne humein yaha fasaya hai
asma:
"tujhe aise me bhi comedy sujhti hai taz?"
taz (mood me):
"mujhe to chhappar ke neeche bhi shaadi ka mandap lag raha hai... shanu-zaheer ka... arjun-ammu ka... aur main? main to paani puri wala
camera zooms out —
rain falling over the rusty chhappar.
andar sab log close hoke khade hain — har ek ke chehre par ek alag emotion — confusion, jealousy, attraction, calmness.
rain ke kuch der baad — same chhappar ke niche sab log khade hain, lekin ab barish dhimi ho chuki hai. halki si garmi, kapdon se halki bhaap uth rahi hai.
pani ke chhote chhote drops abhi bhi chhappar ke kinaare se gir rahe hain. hawa me mitti ki khushboo hai. sab log thode thande ho gaye hain... ek silence hai.
shanu + zaheer
zaheer chhappar ke edge par khada hota hai, kapdon se paani nichodta hua. shanu uske paas aati hai, uske haath me ek chhoti si toffee hoti hai (jo uske purse me bach gayi thi).
shanu (halki si muskurahat ke sath):
"tumhe dar lagta hai kya bijli se?"
zaheer (dekh kar):
"nahi. lekin aaj laga... jab tum gale lag gayi thi."
(phir halke se smile deta hai)
shanu (thoda awkwardly):
"woh... main dar gayi thi bas... itna zyada zor se..."
zaheer (interrupt karke, gently):
"pata hai. lekin... thank you. mujhe acha laga ki kisi ka dar mujhe mila."
dono thodi der chup rehte hain. phir shanu uski taraf toffee badhati hai.
zaheer:
"yeh kya?"
shanu:
I thought ki tumhe yeh chahiye hogi waise bhi bhige huye thode hott se lag rahe ho
zaheer fir khud ko dekhta hai do button khule baalo se pani behta shirt kandhe par upar chadhai hui or wo shanu ko ek smile deke ghum kar apne button band kar leta hai
ammu + asad
asad chhappar ke thode alag kone me hota hai, mobile screen ko paani se saaf karta hua. ammu paas aake khadi ho jaati hai — dono ek dusre ki taraf dekhte hain.
asad (narmi se):
"aaj tumne pehli baar mujhe haath nahi jhatka."
ammu (halki si aankhon me mazaak aur muskaan):
"kyunki bijli tum par nahi, mere paas chamki thi."
asad (thoda ruka hua):
"muje laga tum uncomfortable ho jaogi... par tumne..."
ammu:
"main observe kar rahi hoon. bas samajhne ki koshish."
asad (softly):
"main wahi hoon ammu... jise tum samajhna chahti ho."
ammu kuch nahi bolti. bas aankhon se ek nazar deti hai — na haan, na naa.
lekin asad us nazar me umeed padh leta hai.
arjun (solo moment + taz)
arjun thoda peeche chala gaya hota hai, ek tree ke neeche khada, hawa me haath failakar saans le raha hota hai.uske kapde geele, lekin chehra thoda light — uske andhar kuch to badla hai.
taz aata hai, haath me pani ki bottle:
"mere laayak koi kaam? ya yeh barish sirf hero-heroine ke liye hoti hai?"
arjun (halki si smile ke sath):
"kaam to hai... par aaj kaafi kuch dekh liya..."
taz:
"ammu ke haath ki garam chai bhi dekh li tune... aur uske haath bhi."
arjun:
"main jealousy feel kar raha hoon... par pehli baar, bina possessiveness ke."
taz:
"kaisa feel ho raha?"
arjun (aankhon me halka sa dard):
"jaise... pyaar ko pehli baar samjha ho. usse chhune se zyada uska khayal rakhna zaroori ho."
taz (aankho me nakli aansu):
"matlab... tu sudhar gaya, aaj tera baap kitna khush hoga
arjun (halki smirk ke saath):
"nahi bey. abhi toh villain mode on hoga... lekin mature villain."
sab log ek saath fir chhappar se bahar nikalte hain.
baarish bandh ho chuki hai, mitti me chalte chalte log haaste ja rahe hain.
camera zoom out karta hai — dhoop chhant chuki hai, jaipur ke skyline pe halki golden roshni chhayi hui hai.
van ke andar — shaam dhal chuki hai, sab log barish se bheege hue, thode thake hue lekin chehron par ek sukoon bhari muskaan hai. van ke windows se bahar ki roshni dheere dheere kam ho rahi hai.
background music slowly fades in — a soft romantic hindi song, jaise "phir le aaya dil" ya "tum se hi" jaise koi unplugged version.
van ke andar ek halka sa orange ambient light jal raha hai — thoda dreamy, thoda warm.
song ka mukhda bajta hai... camera slowly sab par glide karta hai:
tum se hi… tum se hi…”
[camera pan: asad & ammu]
asad window ke paas baitha hai, ammu uske bagal mein. dono kuch nahi bol rahe, lekin ek comfort zone hai beech mein.
asad halki nazar se ammu ko dekhta hai, jo baarish ke drops window pe dekh rahi hoti hai.
ammu jaise feel karti hai ki koi dekh raha hai, wo halki si nazar uski taraf ghoomati hai — sirf aankhon se.
asad dheere se smile karta hai. ammu aankh jhuka leti hai — uske geele baal gal par chipak gaye hain.
meri har kami ko hai tu laazmi…”
[camera pan: shanu & zaheer]
shanu aankh band karke thoda seat se takkar le rahi hoti hai, jaise halka jhoola ho.
zaheer saamne dekh raha hota hai, lekin uska haath behtareen timing pe halki se shanu ke kandhe tak aa jata hai — bina kuch bole.
shanu aankhen kholti hai, zaheer ko dekhti hai, thoda startled expression… phir soft smile.
zaheer sirf itna bolta hai aankhon se — “you’re safe.”
shanu halki si neck tilt karke sir uske kandhe pe rakh deti hai.
tum se hi din hota hai… surmayi shaam aati hai…”
[camera pan: arjun]
arjun window ke kone pe baitha hai, aankhen band — lekin aankhon ke kone se kabhi kabhi ammu ki side dekh raha hota hai.
uski aankhon me ek ajeeb sa dard aur shaitani dono hai.
jab asad aur ammu halki baat karte hain, arjun ka dil kuch thoda kheench jata hai.
wo fir apne phone me kuch likhta hai — koi line, shayari — lekin bhejta nahi.
tum se hi… tum se hi…”
[camera shift: taz (driving seat pe)]
taz mirror me sabka chehra dekh raha hota hai.
kabhi zaheer-shanu, kabhi asad-ammu, kabhi arjun…
fir wo khud se bolta hai:
taz (murmur):
"acha hai sabka love story chal raha hai… aur main... main steering se chipka hua prem chopra ban gaya hoon."
van me ek halke vibration jaisa environment — kisi ne kuch bola nahi, lekin sabki aankhon me kuch na kuch chal raha hai.
barish ki ek choti si lehar ab bhi window pe girti hai, lekin andar ek romantic si silence.
camera last me arjun ke phone screen pe zoom karta hai —
screen pe likha hota hai:
“teri khamoshi ne bola... ke bolna zaroori nahi.”
bina bheje hi wo message delete kar deta hai.
van city lights me chali ja rahi hai, jaipur ka ek khubsurat evening backdrop ke saath.
zaheer ki chhat – raat ka waqt
background: barbeque grill se dhuaan upar uth raha hai, halki light aur thandi hawa. chhat ke kone kone me dim fairy lights lagaye gaye hain. music bahut hi low volume par chal raha hai – ek purani ghazal ki unplugged tune.
camera glide karta hai chhat ke ek kone se dusre kone tak...
[corner 1: arjun & taz – cold drinks in hand]
arjun ne apne haath ki bottle se thoda sip liya aur aankhon se ammu aur asad ko taakke jaa raha tha.
taz bhi uske saath side-pose me khada hai, dono ki nazar ek hi jagah asad aur ammu.
taz (slow whisper):
“bhai… hamari heroine to smile bhi usi pe chhod rahi hai.”
arjun aankhon se zyada react nahi karta, bas neck thoda tilt karta hai jaise “hmm, dekha main kya keh raha tha”.
taz (casual teasing):
“tu tension mat le… tujhe dekh ke wo aankhon se mirchi daal rahi hai… ammu ke expression me ‘chaat masala’ aa gaya hai.”
arjun (dry tone, cold sip lete hue):
“iska masala kam karne ke liye hi to... plan chal raha hai, partner.”
cut to: center of the terrace – ammu & asad]
asad apne classic gentle tone me kuch share kar raha hota hai — shayad kisi trip ki yaad ya apne college ke waqt ka koi scene.
ammu uski baat sun rahi hoti hai, kabhi smile deti hai, kabhi sirf aankh se response.
lekin jaise hi arjun thoda move karta hai, ammu ki aankh waha shift ho jaati hai — ek second ka glance.
phir wapas asad ki taraf — par chehra soft smile me thoda twist le leta hai, jaise wo khud bhi samajh gayi ho ki apna dhyaan kahaan zyada hai.
asad (notice nahi karta, casually):
“kya main kuch boring bol raha hoon?”
ammu (soft laugh, but eyes flicker to arjun):
“nahi, bilkul nahi... aapki baat kaafi... focused kar rahi hai mujhe.”
asad (smile karta hai):
“good. mujhe laga attention idhar udhar hai.”
ammu (half-smirk):
“nahi, idhar hi hai... apse hat kar kaha jayega
cut to: grill station – shanu & zaheer]
shanu aprons me, ek haath me brush aur dusre me tongs – full grill mode.
zaheer kabhi seekh kabab palat raha hai, kabhi barbeque se uthane ki koshish.
heat ki wajah se dono thoda close aate ja rahe hain, ek spatula ka reach karte waqt dono ke haath touch ho jaate hain.
shanu (masti me):
“oye hoye... haath nahi hilana, masale gir jaayenge.”
zaheer (thoda awkward smile):
“sorry, main bas... thoda... dekh raha tha... fire zyada ho gayi to…”
shanu (teasing tone):
“fire toh yaha bhi hai chef saab… apne heart me bhi check karo.”
zaheer aankhon se uska face observe karta hai – ek lamha rukta hai.aankh milti hai. chhoti si khamoshi.
zaheer (soft):
“tum... kaafi... confidently mazaak kar leti ho.”
shanu (cute tone):
“kaafi nahi... special talent hai ye. especially jab zaheer jaisa chef paas ho.”
donon phir se kaam me lag jaate hain – lekin ab smile kam nahi ho rahi.
zaheer confuse hota ja raha hai — feelings ke naam par ab confusion aur attract ka mixture.
corner 2: asma – apne phone me busy]
asma ek kursi par legs fold karke baithi hoti hai, phone me photos scroll kar rahi hoti hai.
kabhi kisi photo pe smile karti, kabhi pinch karke zoom.
ek photo pe rukti hai – jisme zaheer aur shanu grill ke paas nazdeek khade hote hain.
zoom karti hai... fir halki si smile aati hai... aur quietly phone lock kar deti hai.
scene 1: taz's silent moment on the terrace – introspection]
zaheer ke ghar ki chhat, ek side kone mein taz akela khada hota hai, uske haath mein half-filled cold drink ka glass. sab log kuch distance pe hansi-mazaak mein busy hain. lekin taz unme nahi jaa raha.
taz aankhon se arjun, ammu aur asad ko dekhta hai. fir ek pal ke liye asma ki taraf dekhta hai — jo phone me busy hoti hai, kabhi bhi us taraf ek nazar nahi karti.
taz neeche dekhta hai, khud se bolta hai…
taz (andar hi andar):
Sab kitne sukoon se bethe hai,
Fir ek eyebrow upar karta hai or ek villanious smile lata hai
fir uska glass khatam hota hai, aur wo seedha dustbin ki taraf jaata hai, sabse thoda door — fir bhi sabko dekhte hue.
scene 2: ammu-asad-arjun – emotional layer]
thodi der baad… terrace ka ek kona, jaha lighting halki si dim ho chuki hai, lekin ambience soft hai. breeze chal rahi hai.asad aur ammu ek bench jaisa space share kar rahe hote hain, dono shayad kisi purani kahani pe hans rahe hote hain.
asad (soft tone):
"tumhare saath baat karna… lagta hi nahi ki main naye sheher mein hoon."
ammu (thoda smile karte hue, lekin
nazar arjun ki taraf jaati hai door):
"aur tumhe lagta hai ki mujhe sab kuch samajh nahi aata?"
asad (thoda confused):
"hmm?"
ammu:
"main sab dekh rahi hoon.
asad isbaar us aankhon ko pakadne ki koshish karta hai, par ammu aankhen hata leti hai.door ek kone mein arjun khada hota hai, glass haath mein leke, uske aankhon se ye baat miss nahi hoti.
arjun (andar se, softly):
"mujeh nahi pata yeh sab kahani kis mod pe jaa rahi hai…
par main haar nahi manuga
uske chehre pe ek calm but determined expression aata hai.
late night, arjun’s room – tension & strategy]
raat ke 12 baj chuke hain. kamre mein halka sa lamp on hai. asad apne bed par baithe hain, phone par kisi se softly baat kar rahe hote hain. arjun apne bed par lete hue, headphones lagaye dikhte hain — lekin aankhein khuli hain. wo clearly sun raha hota hai.
asad (phone par, halka sa hansi ke saath):
“nahi nahi, waise hi bola. mujhe samajh aa gaya tumhara tone… chalo bas, good night bolne ke liye call kiya tha.”
arjun ki aankhein usi taraf tikti hain, lekin expression blank rehta hai. ab wo jealous nahi, focused dikh raha hai.
asad phone side me rakhta hai, stretch karta hai aur washroom ke liye uthta hai.
jaise hi washroom ka door band hota hai, arjun ekdum se uthta hai.
[quick montage style moment – suspense music]
arjun asad ka phone uthata hai — lock.
fatafat apna phone kholta hai.
asad ka sim card nikalta hai.
usse apne phone me insert karta hai.
ammu ko message bhejta hai:
“thodi der me chhat par aa jaana, kuch zaroori baat karni hai.”
fir sim card wapas asad ke phone me daalta hai, phone airplane mode par karta hai, jisse message delivery ka trace na ho.
asad ke footsteps ke sound se pehle, arjun jaldi se apne bed par laut jaata hai, aankhen band, neend ka natak.
asad bahar aake phone ki taraf dekhta hai — lekin uthata nahi. silently bed par le jaake let jaata hai. arjun apni aadhi khuli aankhon se sab observe karta hai, thoda nervous bhi hota hai ki kahin pakda na jaye.
rooftops – arjun’s stealthy exit]
kuch der baad… sab kuch shaant ho chuka hai.
arjun silently apne bed se uthta hai, slippers haath me uthata hai, aur sidhiya chadhte huye chhat par aa jata hai. hawa mein thandi thandi khushboo hai, chaand asmaan me bechaini jaisa lagta hai.
ammu’s terrace – silent expectation]
ammu ek plain white dupatta pehne, quietly chhat ke ek kone me khadi hoti hai. wo neeche ki taraf dekh rahi hoti hai — stairs ki or. uska mann full yakin se maan raha hota hai ki asad hi aayega.
lekin kuch seconds baad — chhat ke dusre kone se ek silhouette chhup chhup ke aata hai. ammu ghabra ke thoda peeche hat ti hai.
ammu (nervous whisper):
“asad?”
lekin wo awaz sunti hai jo wo expect nahi karti thi…
arjun (smiling, softly):
“nahi… arjun.”
ammu ekdum chok jaati hai. aankhen widen ho jaati hain. wo confusion aur thoda gussa dono mehsoos karti hai.
ammu:
“tum?! tum yahan… kaise…”
arjun:
“asli sawaal yeh hai ki tumne samjha kya tha, ki asad aayega?”
ammu kuch nahi bolti. sirf aankhon se dekhti hai usse. ek lamha ka silence.
arjun (ek kadam aage badh ke):
“main sirf ek mauka chah raha hoon ammu…
ek mauka, bina kisi phone call ke, bina kisi interruption ke…
sirf main aur tum.”
ammu usse kuch seconds dekhti hai, fir ek cold expression ke saath aankhen hata leti hai.
ammu (soft but clear):
“tumne toh phone bhi hack kar liya…
pyaar ke liye illegal ho gaye ho arjun?”
arjun ek smile deta hai, halki si thakan wali.
arjun:
“tumhari khamoshi ko sunne ke liye, main kuch bhi ho jaaun…
kanooni bhi… aur agar zarurat pade to…”
ammu (interrupting):
“criminal bhi?”
arjun thoda hansaata hai. ammu ke chehre par bhi chhoti si, rok rakhi si muskaan aati hai — lekin wo chhupaa leti hai.
cut to: dono chhat ke kone pe khade hain, thoda distance hai, par hawa mein ek naye layer ka build up shuru ho gaya hai.
outskirts of jaipur – late afternoon
sab log hawa mahal ke baad taz ki van me ek aur jagah ghoomne nikalte hai — ek halka sa picnic vibe, chhoti si jagah jahan nature ka feel aaye. jaipur ke thode edge par ek wide ground jaisa area jahan kuch trees aur ek chhota sa broken chhappar (shed) hota hai.
scene opens inside the van:
shanu (window se bahar dekhte hue):
"lagta hai barish aane wali hai..."
taz (steering wheel par thap thap karte hue):
"barish aaye ya tufan, taz bhai ki van chalayegi — full throttle!"
van ek sudden jhatke se ruk jaati hai.
sab log aage ki taraf jhatak jaate hain.
arjun:
"arre oye... yeh kya kiya taz!"
taz (steering ghumate hue, panic mode):
"arre clutch gaya... ya engine... ya dono! ruk gayi madam! brake lag gayi zindagi mein!"
sab log van se nikalte hain.
tabhi... baadal garajte hain.
aur barish ekdum se tapak jaati hai
pehle halki, phir zor se.
asma (chillati hai):
"areyyy bhaagooo! phone bhi bheeg jayega!"
sab log haste haste ek chhote se chhappar ke neeche aa jaate hai.
wo chhappar kaafi purana aur chhota sa hota hai — sab adjust karte hain, shoulders touch hote hai, thoda crowded feel.
zaheer aur taz ab bhi van ke paas hain – try kar rahe hota hai dekhna ki kya kharab hua.
ek aur bijli chamakti hai, zor ki kadak.
taz (daudta hua aata hai):
"mujhe to spark yaha aaya... waha nahi!"
zaheer bhi uske peeche peeche bhaagta hai aur chhappar ke neeche aa jaata hai.
chhappar ke neeche situation:
sab log bhige hue, shoulder to shoulder. shanu zaheer ke ekdum paas khadi hoti hai, bijli chamakne ke zor se ek loud sound hoti hai...
shanu (ghabra kar):
"aaaaah!"
wo ekdum zaheer ke gale lag jaati hai.
zaheer ke liye sab kuch slow ho jaata hai shanu ki wet hair, uski fragrance, uski breath.
uske haath hawa me hote hai, wo confuse hota hai ki kya kare.
zaheer (apne aap se, aankhen band karte hue):
.. yeh kya ho raha hai..."
lekin shanu ka fear real hota hai wo actually dar gayi thi, uski grip tight hai. zaheer dheere se apne haath uske peeth par rakh deta hai, awkwardly comforting way me. dono kuch nahi bolte.
dusri taraf – arjun, ammu, asad
bijli ek aur baar chamakti hai, ammu dar ke ek haath se arjun ka haath pakad leti hai.uski aankhen band hoti hain.
arjun (shock me, halki smile ke saath):
"bas yahi baarish chahiye thi "
asad (side me, sab dekh raha hota hai) — uske chehre par ek blank expression.arjun asad ki taraf dekh ke ek side smirk karta hai, jisme confidence bhi hota hai aur thoda wicked sa ego bhi.
jaise keh raha ho — "dekha? ab bhi connection wahi hai."
ammu dheere dheere realize karti hai ki wo arjun ka haath pakad rahi hai.wo turant haath chhodti hai aur aankhon se “sorry” jaisa kuch kehkar dusri side dekhti hai.
background me:
taz (andar se chillata hai):
"abe tum me se kon paapi hai, jisne humein yaha fasaya hai
asma:
"tujhe aise me bhi comedy sujhti hai taz?"
taz (mood me):
"mujhe to chhappar ke neeche bhi shaadi ka mandap lag raha hai... shanu-zaheer ka... arjun-ammu ka... aur main? main to paani puri wala
camera zooms out —
rain falling over the rusty chhappar.
andar sab log close hoke khade hain — har ek ke chehre par ek alag emotion — confusion, jealousy, attraction, calmness.
rain ke kuch der baad — same chhappar ke niche sab log khade hain, lekin ab barish dhimi ho chuki hai. halki si garmi, kapdon se halki bhaap uth rahi hai.
pani ke chhote chhote drops abhi bhi chhappar ke kinaare se gir rahe hain. hawa me mitti ki khushboo hai. sab log thode thande ho gaye hain... ek silence hai.
shanu + zaheer
zaheer chhappar ke edge par khada hota hai, kapdon se paani nichodta hua. shanu uske paas aati hai, uske haath me ek chhoti si toffee hoti hai (jo uske purse me bach gayi thi).
shanu (halki si muskurahat ke sath):
"tumhe dar lagta hai kya bijli se?"
zaheer (dekh kar):
"nahi. lekin aaj laga... jab tum gale lag gayi thi."
(phir halke se smile deta hai)
shanu (thoda awkwardly):
"woh... main dar gayi thi bas... itna zyada zor se..."
zaheer (interrupt karke, gently):
"pata hai. lekin... thank you. mujhe acha laga ki kisi ka dar mujhe mila."
dono thodi der chup rehte hain. phir shanu uski taraf toffee badhati hai.
zaheer:
"yeh kya?"
shanu:
I thought ki tumhe yeh chahiye hogi waise bhi bhige huye thode hott se lag rahe ho
zaheer fir khud ko dekhta hai do button khule baalo se pani behta shirt kandhe par upar chadhai hui or wo shanu ko ek smile deke ghum kar apne button band kar leta hai
ammu + asad
asad chhappar ke thode alag kone me hota hai, mobile screen ko paani se saaf karta hua. ammu paas aake khadi ho jaati hai — dono ek dusre ki taraf dekhte hain.
asad (narmi se):
"aaj tumne pehli baar mujhe haath nahi jhatka."
ammu (halki si aankhon me mazaak aur muskaan):
"kyunki bijli tum par nahi, mere paas chamki thi."
asad (thoda ruka hua):
"muje laga tum uncomfortable ho jaogi... par tumne..."
ammu:
"main observe kar rahi hoon. bas samajhne ki koshish."
asad (softly):
"main wahi hoon ammu... jise tum samajhna chahti ho."
ammu kuch nahi bolti. bas aankhon se ek nazar deti hai — na haan, na naa.
lekin asad us nazar me umeed padh leta hai.
arjun (solo moment + taz)
arjun thoda peeche chala gaya hota hai, ek tree ke neeche khada, hawa me haath failakar saans le raha hota hai.uske kapde geele, lekin chehra thoda light — uske andhar kuch to badla hai.
taz aata hai, haath me pani ki bottle:
"mere laayak koi kaam? ya yeh barish sirf hero-heroine ke liye hoti hai?"
arjun (halki si smile ke sath):
"kaam to hai... par aaj kaafi kuch dekh liya..."
taz:
"ammu ke haath ki garam chai bhi dekh li tune... aur uske haath bhi."
arjun:
"main jealousy feel kar raha hoon... par pehli baar, bina possessiveness ke."
taz:
"kaisa feel ho raha?"
arjun (aankhon me halka sa dard):
"jaise... pyaar ko pehli baar samjha ho. usse chhune se zyada uska khayal rakhna zaroori ho."
taz (aankho me nakli aansu):
"matlab... tu sudhar gaya, aaj tera baap kitna khush hoga
arjun (halki smirk ke saath):
"nahi bey. abhi toh villain mode on hoga... lekin mature villain."
sab log ek saath fir chhappar se bahar nikalte hain.
baarish bandh ho chuki hai, mitti me chalte chalte log haaste ja rahe hain.
camera zoom out karta hai — dhoop chhant chuki hai, jaipur ke skyline pe halki golden roshni chhayi hui hai.
van ke andar — shaam dhal chuki hai, sab log barish se bheege hue, thode thake hue lekin chehron par ek sukoon bhari muskaan hai. van ke windows se bahar ki roshni dheere dheere kam ho rahi hai.
background music slowly fades in — a soft romantic hindi song, jaise "phir le aaya dil" ya "tum se hi" jaise koi unplugged version.
van ke andar ek halka sa orange ambient light jal raha hai — thoda dreamy, thoda warm.
song ka mukhda bajta hai... camera slowly sab par glide karta hai:
tum se hi… tum se hi…”
[camera pan: asad & ammu]
asad window ke paas baitha hai, ammu uske bagal mein. dono kuch nahi bol rahe, lekin ek comfort zone hai beech mein.
asad halki nazar se ammu ko dekhta hai, jo baarish ke drops window pe dekh rahi hoti hai.
ammu jaise feel karti hai ki koi dekh raha hai, wo halki si nazar uski taraf ghoomati hai — sirf aankhon se.
asad dheere se smile karta hai. ammu aankh jhuka leti hai — uske geele baal gal par chipak gaye hain.
meri har kami ko hai tu laazmi…”
[camera pan: shanu & zaheer]
shanu aankh band karke thoda seat se takkar le rahi hoti hai, jaise halka jhoola ho.
zaheer saamne dekh raha hota hai, lekin uska haath behtareen timing pe halki se shanu ke kandhe tak aa jata hai — bina kuch bole.
shanu aankhen kholti hai, zaheer ko dekhti hai, thoda startled expression… phir soft smile.
zaheer sirf itna bolta hai aankhon se — “you’re safe.”
shanu halki si neck tilt karke sir uske kandhe pe rakh deti hai.
tum se hi din hota hai… surmayi shaam aati hai…”
[camera pan: arjun]
arjun window ke kone pe baitha hai, aankhen band — lekin aankhon ke kone se kabhi kabhi ammu ki side dekh raha hota hai.
uski aankhon me ek ajeeb sa dard aur shaitani dono hai.
jab asad aur ammu halki baat karte hain, arjun ka dil kuch thoda kheench jata hai.
wo fir apne phone me kuch likhta hai — koi line, shayari — lekin bhejta nahi.
tum se hi… tum se hi…”
[camera shift: taz (driving seat pe)]
taz mirror me sabka chehra dekh raha hota hai.
kabhi zaheer-shanu, kabhi asad-ammu, kabhi arjun…
fir wo khud se bolta hai:
taz (murmur):
"acha hai sabka love story chal raha hai… aur main... main steering se chipka hua prem chopra ban gaya hoon."
van me ek halke vibration jaisa environment — kisi ne kuch bola nahi, lekin sabki aankhon me kuch na kuch chal raha hai.
barish ki ek choti si lehar ab bhi window pe girti hai, lekin andar ek romantic si silence.
camera last me arjun ke phone screen pe zoom karta hai —
screen pe likha hota hai:
“teri khamoshi ne bola... ke bolna zaroori nahi.”
bina bheje hi wo message delete kar deta hai.
van city lights me chali ja rahi hai, jaipur ka ek khubsurat evening backdrop ke saath.
zaheer ki chhat – raat ka waqt
background: barbeque grill se dhuaan upar uth raha hai, halki light aur thandi hawa. chhat ke kone kone me dim fairy lights lagaye gaye hain. music bahut hi low volume par chal raha hai – ek purani ghazal ki unplugged tune.
camera glide karta hai chhat ke ek kone se dusre kone tak...
[corner 1: arjun & taz – cold drinks in hand]
arjun ne apne haath ki bottle se thoda sip liya aur aankhon se ammu aur asad ko taakke jaa raha tha.
taz bhi uske saath side-pose me khada hai, dono ki nazar ek hi jagah asad aur ammu.
taz (slow whisper):
“bhai… hamari heroine to smile bhi usi pe chhod rahi hai.”
arjun aankhon se zyada react nahi karta, bas neck thoda tilt karta hai jaise “hmm, dekha main kya keh raha tha”.
taz (casual teasing):
“tu tension mat le… tujhe dekh ke wo aankhon se mirchi daal rahi hai… ammu ke expression me ‘chaat masala’ aa gaya hai.”
arjun (dry tone, cold sip lete hue):
“iska masala kam karne ke liye hi to... plan chal raha hai, partner.”
cut to: center of the terrace – ammu & asad]
asad apne classic gentle tone me kuch share kar raha hota hai — shayad kisi trip ki yaad ya apne college ke waqt ka koi scene.
ammu uski baat sun rahi hoti hai, kabhi smile deti hai, kabhi sirf aankh se response.
lekin jaise hi arjun thoda move karta hai, ammu ki aankh waha shift ho jaati hai — ek second ka glance.
phir wapas asad ki taraf — par chehra soft smile me thoda twist le leta hai, jaise wo khud bhi samajh gayi ho ki apna dhyaan kahaan zyada hai.
asad (notice nahi karta, casually):
“kya main kuch boring bol raha hoon?”
ammu (soft laugh, but eyes flicker to arjun):
“nahi, bilkul nahi... aapki baat kaafi... focused kar rahi hai mujhe.”
asad (smile karta hai):
“good. mujhe laga attention idhar udhar hai.”
ammu (half-smirk):
“nahi, idhar hi hai... apse hat kar kaha jayega
cut to: grill station – shanu & zaheer]
shanu aprons me, ek haath me brush aur dusre me tongs – full grill mode.
zaheer kabhi seekh kabab palat raha hai, kabhi barbeque se uthane ki koshish.
heat ki wajah se dono thoda close aate ja rahe hain, ek spatula ka reach karte waqt dono ke haath touch ho jaate hain.
shanu (masti me):
“oye hoye... haath nahi hilana, masale gir jaayenge.”
zaheer (thoda awkward smile):
“sorry, main bas... thoda... dekh raha tha... fire zyada ho gayi to…”
shanu (teasing tone):
“fire toh yaha bhi hai chef saab… apne heart me bhi check karo.”
zaheer aankhon se uska face observe karta hai – ek lamha rukta hai.aankh milti hai. chhoti si khamoshi.
zaheer (soft):
“tum... kaafi... confidently mazaak kar leti ho.”
shanu (cute tone):
“kaafi nahi... special talent hai ye. especially jab zaheer jaisa chef paas ho.”
donon phir se kaam me lag jaate hain – lekin ab smile kam nahi ho rahi.
zaheer confuse hota ja raha hai — feelings ke naam par ab confusion aur attract ka mixture.
corner 2: asma – apne phone me busy]
asma ek kursi par legs fold karke baithi hoti hai, phone me photos scroll kar rahi hoti hai.
kabhi kisi photo pe smile karti, kabhi pinch karke zoom.
ek photo pe rukti hai – jisme zaheer aur shanu grill ke paas nazdeek khade hote hain.
zoom karti hai... fir halki si smile aati hai... aur quietly phone lock kar deti hai.
scene 1: taz's silent moment on the terrace – introspection]
zaheer ke ghar ki chhat, ek side kone mein taz akela khada hota hai, uske haath mein half-filled cold drink ka glass. sab log kuch distance pe hansi-mazaak mein busy hain. lekin taz unme nahi jaa raha.
taz aankhon se arjun, ammu aur asad ko dekhta hai. fir ek pal ke liye asma ki taraf dekhta hai — jo phone me busy hoti hai, kabhi bhi us taraf ek nazar nahi karti.
taz neeche dekhta hai, khud se bolta hai…
taz (andar hi andar):
Sab kitne sukoon se bethe hai,
Fir ek eyebrow upar karta hai or ek villanious smile lata hai
fir uska glass khatam hota hai, aur wo seedha dustbin ki taraf jaata hai, sabse thoda door — fir bhi sabko dekhte hue.
scene 2: ammu-asad-arjun – emotional layer]
thodi der baad… terrace ka ek kona, jaha lighting halki si dim ho chuki hai, lekin ambience soft hai. breeze chal rahi hai.asad aur ammu ek bench jaisa space share kar rahe hote hain, dono shayad kisi purani kahani pe hans rahe hote hain.
asad (soft tone):
"tumhare saath baat karna… lagta hi nahi ki main naye sheher mein hoon."
ammu (thoda smile karte hue, lekin
nazar arjun ki taraf jaati hai door):
"aur tumhe lagta hai ki mujhe sab kuch samajh nahi aata?"
asad (thoda confused):
"hmm?"
ammu:
"main sab dekh rahi hoon.
asad isbaar us aankhon ko pakadne ki koshish karta hai, par ammu aankhen hata leti hai.door ek kone mein arjun khada hota hai, glass haath mein leke, uske aankhon se ye baat miss nahi hoti.
arjun (andar se, softly):
"mujeh nahi pata yeh sab kahani kis mod pe jaa rahi hai…
par main haar nahi manuga
uske chehre pe ek calm but determined expression aata hai.
late night, arjun’s room – tension & strategy]
raat ke 12 baj chuke hain. kamre mein halka sa lamp on hai. asad apne bed par baithe hain, phone par kisi se softly baat kar rahe hote hain. arjun apne bed par lete hue, headphones lagaye dikhte hain — lekin aankhein khuli hain. wo clearly sun raha hota hai.
asad (phone par, halka sa hansi ke saath):
“nahi nahi, waise hi bola. mujhe samajh aa gaya tumhara tone… chalo bas, good night bolne ke liye call kiya tha.”
arjun ki aankhein usi taraf tikti hain, lekin expression blank rehta hai. ab wo jealous nahi, focused dikh raha hai.
asad phone side me rakhta hai, stretch karta hai aur washroom ke liye uthta hai.
jaise hi washroom ka door band hota hai, arjun ekdum se uthta hai.
[quick montage style moment – suspense music]
arjun asad ka phone uthata hai — lock.
fatafat apna phone kholta hai.
asad ka sim card nikalta hai.
usse apne phone me insert karta hai.
ammu ko message bhejta hai:
“thodi der me chhat par aa jaana, kuch zaroori baat karni hai.”
fir sim card wapas asad ke phone me daalta hai, phone airplane mode par karta hai, jisse message delivery ka trace na ho.
asad ke footsteps ke sound se pehle, arjun jaldi se apne bed par laut jaata hai, aankhen band, neend ka natak.
asad bahar aake phone ki taraf dekhta hai — lekin uthata nahi. silently bed par le jaake let jaata hai. arjun apni aadhi khuli aankhon se sab observe karta hai, thoda nervous bhi hota hai ki kahin pakda na jaye.
rooftops – arjun’s stealthy exit]
kuch der baad… sab kuch shaant ho chuka hai.
arjun silently apne bed se uthta hai, slippers haath me uthata hai, aur sidhiya chadhte huye chhat par aa jata hai. hawa mein thandi thandi khushboo hai, chaand asmaan me bechaini jaisa lagta hai.
ammu’s terrace – silent expectation]
ammu ek plain white dupatta pehne, quietly chhat ke ek kone me khadi hoti hai. wo neeche ki taraf dekh rahi hoti hai — stairs ki or. uska mann full yakin se maan raha hota hai ki asad hi aayega.
lekin kuch seconds baad — chhat ke dusre kone se ek silhouette chhup chhup ke aata hai. ammu ghabra ke thoda peeche hat ti hai.
ammu (nervous whisper):
“asad?”
lekin wo awaz sunti hai jo wo expect nahi karti thi…
arjun (smiling, softly):
“nahi… arjun.”
ammu ekdum chok jaati hai. aankhen widen ho jaati hain. wo confusion aur thoda gussa dono mehsoos karti hai.
ammu:
“tum?! tum yahan… kaise…”
arjun:
“asli sawaal yeh hai ki tumne samjha kya tha, ki asad aayega?”
ammu kuch nahi bolti. sirf aankhon se dekhti hai usse. ek lamha ka silence.
arjun (ek kadam aage badh ke):
“main sirf ek mauka chah raha hoon ammu…
ek mauka, bina kisi phone call ke, bina kisi interruption ke…
sirf main aur tum.”
ammu usse kuch seconds dekhti hai, fir ek cold expression ke saath aankhen hata leti hai.
ammu (soft but clear):
“tumne toh phone bhi hack kar liya…
pyaar ke liye illegal ho gaye ho arjun?”
arjun ek smile deta hai, halki si thakan wali.
arjun:
“tumhari khamoshi ko sunne ke liye, main kuch bhi ho jaaun…
kanooni bhi… aur agar zarurat pade to…”
ammu (interrupting):
“criminal bhi?”
arjun thoda hansaata hai. ammu ke chehre par bhi chhoti si, rok rakhi si muskaan aati hai — lekin wo chhupaa leti hai.
cut to: dono chhat ke kone pe khade hain, thoda distance hai, par hawa mein ek naye layer ka build up shuru ho gaya hai.
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