08-07-2025, 03:34 PM
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Update 31
[scene continues – zaheer ke ghar ki chhat, raat ka sannata, halka andhera, sirf moonlight aur kuch door se aa rahi traffic ki halki aawaaz]
ammu thoda distance bana ke chhat ke kone pe khadi hoti hai. arjun kuch der tak usse dekhta rehta hai, fir thoda thoda kadam badhata hai uske paas.
arjun (softly, broken tone mein):
“yaad hai tumhe…
ek baar tumne mujhe kaha tha ki ‘agar main chhup ho jaun, to tu samjhega?’
aur maine hansi mein taal diya tha…
par aaj…
main chhup ho gaya, aur tum samajh gayi…
aur chale gayi.”
ammu aankhon me halka sa paani lekar, dusri taraf dekhte hue khadi rehti hai. kuch bolti nahi.
arjun (thoda aur kareeb aake, sincere):
“ammu… main jaanta hoon, main har waqt wahan nahi tha.
aur jab hona chahiye tha, tab bhi nahi tha.
par main wapas aaya hoon… sirf yeh kehne ki
main galat tha.”
ammu thoda sa hasti hai — wo hasi jo chhupaye gusse se nikalti hai.
ammu (thoda hurt, aankhon me dard ke saath):
“tum wapas aaye ho…
par main kabse ruk kar intezaar nahi kar rahi thi arjun.
tumhare jaane ke baad…
main sirf ammu thi — kisi ki nahi.
aur jab mujhe sabse zyada tumhari zarurat thi…
tum us waqt kaha the?”
arjun ki aankhon me guilt aata hai. wo kuch bol nahi pata, bas uski aankhen bolti hain. wo kuch kadam aur kareeb jaata hai, par ammu haath se rok deti hai.
ammu (firm but vulnerable tone):
“mat aao paas…
tumhare paas aake main fir se kamzor nahi banna chahti.”
arjun ka gala bhar aata hai. wo aankhen jhukata hai. kuch der silence hota hai.
arjun (dheere se):
“par mujhe lagta tha… hum dono khush the.
jo bhi tha… usme sach tha.
pyaar tha.”
ammu (ruki hui saans ke saath):
“haan, khush the.
par ab sirf yaadein bachi hain.
aur tumhare liye yaadein pyaari ho sakti hain,
mere liye to dard ban gayi hain.”
arjun uski aankhon me dekhta hai, ab uska guilt aur grief dono open hota ja raha hai.
arjun (dil se):
“ek moka de do ammu…
sab theek karne ka nahi,
sirf yeh sab samajhne ka.
tumhari khamoshi sunne ka… tumhare saath chalne ka,
chahe tum mujhe bhool bhi jao.”
ammu (thoda sa soft, aankhon me aansu, par abhi bhi controlled):
“ab main kisi ko moka dene wali ammu nahi rahi arjun…
main wo ammu ban gayi hoon jo sirf sambhalti hai — apne aap ko.”
ek lamba silence — sirf wind ki aawaaz. arjun aankhen band karta hai, fir dheere se seedha ho kar kehta hai:
arjun:
“theek hai…
tum agar mujhe maaf nahi karna chahti, na karo…
bas itna kehna chahta hoon —
main yeh ladayi haar nahi raha.
main is baar rukne nahi wala.”
ammu aankhon me thoda sa pani bhar ke uski taraf dekhti hai… kuch bolti nahi, lekin uske jaane se pehle ek aankhon se chhupa hua emotion zaroor rehta hai.
cut to:
arjun chhat se quietly neeche jaata hai.
ammu chhat ke edge par khadi rahti hai…
aur ek aansu quietly uske cheek se girta hai.
INT. ZAHEER KA GHAR – NEXT MORNING – BREAKFAST TIME
dining area fresh sunlight se bhara hai. sab log breakfast table par busy hain.
asad aur ammu side ke corner pe baith kar baat kar rahe hote hain—asad soft tone mein kuch samjha raha hota hai, ammu thoda sa muskara kar uski baatein sun rahi hoti hai.
CUT TO:
thoda door, ek kone mein arjun, shanu aur taz khade hain.
tino ka dhyaan sirf ek taraf—asad aur ammu.
arjun bilkul calm… silent killer mode mein.
ek haath ki ungli belt loop mein, dusra casually coffee cup le rakha hai. aankhon mein confident shine.
shanu, arms folded, aankhein chhoti karke arjun ko analysis mode mein dekh rahi hoti hai.
taz, ek haath kamar pe, dusre haath se apna sir khujate hue slow voice mein bolta hai:
taz:
abey bhai… tu kuch karega bhi ya hum bas popcorn leke dekhein?
shanu (teekhi nazar se)
haan seriously arjun, kuch to bol! tujhe dekh ke lag raha hai jaise koi nuclear plan andar chal raha ho…
arjun chup rehta hai… sirf ek sip coffee ka leta hai… fir suddenly ghoomta hai.
camera follows as he starts slowly walking…
shanu aur taz dono confused expression ke sath uske peeche chalne lagte hain…
walk hoti rehti hai… kuch seconds tak silence…
phir arjun finally bolta hai—ekdam relaxed tone mein:
arjun (philosophical style):
zahar ko zahar kaat-ta hai...
lohe ko loha kaat-ta hai...
aur… jealousy ko... jealousy.
taz (ruk ke):
kyaaa?
shanu:
abey direct bol, yeh kavi sammelan mat shuru kar.
arjun (smirks):
asad ko ammu ke aas paas dekh ke, wo tension le raha tha na?
ab dekhna, jab usko ammu kisi aur ke saath dekhegi—tab uska kya haal hoga.
shanu:
ohh… tu yeh bol raha hai ki... jealousy se jealousy ka ilaaj karega?
Or wo kaise hoga...
Arjun:
Tum bas bahar jane ka plan banao or mujhe inform kar dena, main sidha wahi aa jaunga...
Taz
smirk)
Abey kuch to bata, goto me khujli ho rahi hai
Shanumuh banate huye)
Yukkk... Ye kya bol raha hai...
Arjun:
Tum dono yeh baatein chhodo, bas mujhe yaad se bata dena kaha Jana hai... I'll be there...
Or fir ghoor kar ek smile ke saath:
Aaj is kasaian ko bataunga jealousy kya hoti hai... Ok bye massage kar dena
Arjun waha se nikal jata or taz or shanu ek dusre ka chehra dekhte rehte hai...
INT. ZAHEER KA GHAR – MORNING – DINING AREA
soft sunlight breakfast table par padh rahi hoti hai. table ke around sab baith kar nashta kar rahe hote hain — ammu, asma, zaheer, shanu, asad, aur taz.
sabke haathon me parathe, buttered toast, aur chayein hain. background me halki halki utensils ki aawaz aur kabootar ki guttargoon chal rahi hoti hai.
taz sabse pehle apni plate khatam karta hai, ek bada sa sip chai ka leta hai… fir suddenly loud tone me bolta hai:
taz (claps once):
chalo bhai! pura din khate rahoge kya? time ho raha hai, nikalna hai!
ammu (fork leke):
par kaha nikalna hai?
shanu (masti bhare tone me):
bas ek aur chhoti si trip… last wali... promise.
asad (confused):
but... achanak kaise? aur...
(around look karta hai)
arjun kahan hai?
arjun ka naam sunte hi ammu ka haath freeze ho jata hai… wo bhi nazar se usse dhoondhne lagti hai... lekin obvious nahi hone deti.
taz, apne parathe ke tukde chew karta hua bolta hai:
taz:
wo to gaya...
Asad (alert):
kahan gaya
taz dramatic pause leta hai, chashma utaar ke napkin se saaf karta hai… fir casual sa tone leke bolta hai:
taz (with a sigh):
he’s no more...
asad (startled):
kya?!
ammu (panic me):
kya?
shanu ka bhi spoon ruk jata hai — wo taz ko wide eyes se dekhti hai.
taz sabko behaal dekhke casually bite leta hai toast ka… fir aankh maar ke bolta hai:
taz (grinning):
he’s no more interested in this trip...
aisa bol raha hoon yaar, tum log bhi na... kya samajh lete ho..
sab ek collective “uffff” karte hain relieved and annoyed at once.
shanu (taana maar ke):
tumhare liye chashma nahi, seatbelt chahiye dimag pe...
taz (rising proudly):
jo bhi ho… main ready hoon.
tum log bhi jao… jaldi tayar hoke aao.hum van leke bahar milte hain. chalo chalo.
taz chashma pehn kar collar theek karta hai, ek hero-style swag me ghar ke bahar nikal jata hai.
CUT TO:
van ke paas taz khada hota hai, key ghuma raha hota hai finger pe… aur halki halki bolta hai:
taz (to himself):
arjun bhai nahi hai… iska matlab... aaj spotlight mujhe milne wali hai.
JAIPUR CITY – HIGHWAY ROAD – LATE MORNING
van hawa mahal ki trip ke baad phir ek naye route par nikalti hai. mausam clean hai, sadke thodi wet hain kal ki barish ki wajah se. van ka music system ek old retro gaana baja raha hota hai background me soft sa “gulabi aankhen…”
INT. VAN – MOVING DAY
driver seat pe taz hai full form me, sunglasses me hero jaise steering sambhalte hue.front seat me asad hai relaxed, aaj uska confidence zyada hai. ammu uske baju me window side pe baithi hai.asad, kaafi natural tone me, ammu se casual but warm baatein karta ja raha hai:
asad (smiling):
waise kal wali pani puri… uss vendor ne toh jaipur ka standard set kar diya.
ammu (half-smile):
hmm… waise tumne kaafi enjoy kiya lag raha tha… har chaat item taste kiya.
asad (leaning slightly):
acha companion hoon main, taste ke saath logon ko bhi samajhta hoon…
tumhare baare me bhi kaafi kuch samajhne ka mann hai...
ammu awkward si hansi ke saath window ke bahar dekhne lagti hai lekin asad ka subtle lean uski personal space ke kaafi close aa chuka hota hai
VAN – BACKSEAT
shanu aur zaheer last wali seat pe baith kar halke phulke tone me baatein kar rahe hote hain. van thoda bump karti hai sadak ke pothole par zaheer ka haath shanu ke haath se touch karta hai.
shanu (quickly hath hatate hue):
aisa lag raha hai jaise van nahi… koi rollercoaster ho.
zaheer (laughs):
haan… aur us rollercoaster me humesha tum mere baju wali seat pe kyun hoti ho?
shanu (mock serious):
tumhare baju mein nahi… seat number aise mil jati hai. coincidence!
van ek aur sharp turn leti hai — is baar shanu ka kandha zaheer ke kandhe se takra jaata hai… dono ek dusre ki taraf dekhte hain… kuch second ka silence… dono thoda muskurate hain… lekin aankhon me wo halka sa darr bhi hota hai — “kahi kuch zyada na dikh jaye.”
zaheer (smirks, phir casually):
aisa na ho ki tum van ki har bump pe mere aur paas aa jao… phir main seriously samajhne lag jaaun.
shanu (half smile):
tumhe sab kuch seriously lena bhi to pasand hai na...
VAN – MIDDLE SEAT
asma headphones laga ke apne phone me photo editing app khol ke kal ki trip ki tasveerein dekh rahi hoti hai. kabhi kabhi wo apne phone ka angle adjust karti hai jaise ki kisi particular frame ko crop na kare… specially jisme zaheer aur shanu ek frame me ho.
VAN – FRONT ROW
asad, ammu se ab aur clearly baat kar raha hota hai:
asad:
tumhare ghar ka environment kaafi warm hai… sab log apne lagte hain...
aur tum… sabse zyada different ho…
ammu (softly):
matlab?
asad:
tum jaisi ladkiyon ka aaj kal milna mushkil hai…
ammu, kuch bolne hi wali hoti hai,
Lekin tabhi van ek sharp brake leti hai sab thoda hil jaate hain.
taz (from driver’s seat, loud):
arre re re… bhai bura na manana lekin Ammu ke sath hum sab bhi thode alag hai, pagal hai or sath aane wale ko paagal kar dete hai
van ek lambhi road par chalti dikh rahi hoti hai background me pink city ke mahal aur modern buildings ka mix nazar aa raha hota hai. dhoop mild hai, vaataavaran light-hearted hai…lekin har pair of eyes apni kahani keh rahe hain
asad ammu ko jeetne ki koshish me…ammu phir bhi silent observer bani hui…arjun abhi bhi kahin nahi hai... but unki kami sab feel kar rahe hain...
LUXURY MALL – THIRD FLOOR – AFTERNOON
shiny marble tiles, AC ki thandak, branded showrooms ke neon boards — jaipur ka sabse upmarket mall ab dhoop ke baad sabko ek naya vibe de raha hai.
cut to: mall ke third floor ka wide view — jahan sab dikhte hain ghoomte hue…
INT. MALL – ESCALATOR – CONTINUOUS
shanu sabko zabardasti le ja rahi hoti hai:
shanu (overacting):
arre chalo na… dekho… ammu ko scarves pasand hai na… udhar third floor pe ek sale lagi hai!
THIRD FLOOR – MOMENTS LATER
sab log jaise hi third floor par pahuchte hain, asma aage se tez bhaag kar ek glass wall ke par khadi hoti hai…
asma (excited):
shanu didi! dekho… dekho arjun bhaiya toh yahi hai!
shanu, ammu, asad, zaheer — sabki nazar automatically udhar chali jaati hai.
INT. MALL – OPPOSITE SIDE – CONTINUOUS
arjun — black t-shirt, ripped jeans, sleek sunglasses — ek tall, elegant ladki ke saath khada hota hai. dono kisi scarf counter ke samne khade hote hain. ladki ke haath me ek pastel-colored dupatta hai.
ladki familiar lagti hai…
zaheer (folding arms, smirking):
acha… yeh hai scarf ki sale.
shanu (half-laughing, sharp eyes):
lagta hai scarf nahi, surprise gift mila hai…
asad, thoda confuse hota hai. ammu us ladki ko ghoorti hai fir arjun ko fir wapas ladki ko.uske chehre par wo typical confusion hoti hai “mujhe fark nahi padta, par pata nahi kyun pad raha hai” wali.
tabhi:
taz elevator se aata hai ek hath me keychain ghumaata hua, dusre hath se coke ka can kholta hua. jaise hi wo arjun ko us ladki ke saath dekhta hai…
taz (full volume):
ohhhhhh teriiiiii!
yeh tha asli plan!
sab log uski taraf dekhte hain. arjun unki nazar padte hi sunglasses adjust karta hai aur pretend karta hai jaise wo kisi aur ko dekh raha ho.
nikhat (kyunki wahi ladki hai) usse kuch softly bol rahi hoti hai… but ab wo sab logon ke approach dekh kar alert ho jaati hai.
[b]zaheer ek disappoint wala nod deta hai,shanu, nikhat ko scan karti hai uske chehre par ek mischievous smile aa jati hai, ammu poori situation ko samajhne ki koshish kar rahi hoti hai lekin wo clearly thoda affect hui hai. uski aankhon me thoda bichhad gaya moment hai jise sirf asad notice karta hai.
[/b]
asad thoda lean karke softly bolta hai:
asad:
tum theek ho?
ammu (defensive smile):
hmm? haan. kyun?
asad (soft chuckle):
nahi... bas… tum waise nahi lag rahi jaisi usually hoti ho.
ammu (short pause, phir calmly):
kuch log alag hi version hote hain jab kisi aur ke saath dikhte hain.
asad uska expression quietly observe karta hai aur kuch nahi bolta. Arjun palat kar piche dekhta hai or bolta hai are tum sab yahi hi, nikhat bhi uske sath palat kar sabki dekhti hai or uske face par smile aa jati hai,
background me soft mall music baj raha hai. neon lights ke reflections glass walls par dikh rahe hain. nikhat, smartly dressed in a flowy white kurta with block heels, subtly confident and graceful, sabke saamne aati hai, jab sab usse dekh rahe hote hain.
nikhat (friendly smile ke sath):
hello everyone… what a surprise, acha hua tum log mil gaye hum dono akele me bore ho rahe they
shanu (fake innocence mein):
Bore hi toh hai bhai, yeh toh khud kisi ko entertain karne layak hota hi kab hai.
nikhat (smiling, graceful):
well, now I see why he didn’t... tum log toh already kaafi entertaining ho.
background me soft instrumental version of “ae ajnabi tu bhi kabhi…” bajta hai.
arjun quietly dekhta rehta hai ammu ki taraf, nikhat ke har dialogue par. ammu ki body language controlled hai, lekin aankhon mein halki si tightness dikh rahi hai. uska ek haath dupatte ke corner ko baar baar fold-unfold karta hai.
arjun (dil me, softly smirking):
(tu kuch keh nahi rahi... par sab kuch keh gayi.)
Asad pehle toh nikhat ko awkwardly observe karta hai, fir sab ki aankhon ki direction ammu ki taraf jaate dekh kar alert ho jaata hai. uske andhar ek sudden tension jagti hai.
asad thoda stiff ho gaya hai. wo nikhat aur arjun ke beech ki chemistry ko scan karta hai, ammu ke expression padhta hai… aur phir apne haath tight fold kar leta hai.
asad (finally softly):
(to nikhat)
nice to meet you... main asad hoon. aur lagta hai, aapne already sabka attention le liya hai.
nikhat (smiling):
only the ones worth it.
as she says this, she glances once at arjun... jo already confident pose mein khada hota hai.
Sab log arjun ki taraf teasing smile se dekhte hai lekin Ammu ka chehre par ek shikan thi
Cut to -
INT. LUXURY MALL – DAY
(3rd floor – accessories section to coffee aisle)
crowd madhyam hai, par mall ki polished lighting aur soft background music se sab kuch relaxed aur classy lag raha hai. nikhat aur arjun side-by-side walk kar rahe hote hain
nikhat (halki smile ke saath):
tum aise hi ho, chhoti chhoti baaton mein plan set kar lete ho.
arjun (smirking):
plan nahi... strategy. aur tum uska highlight ho.
(ye line sunke nikhat hansi chhupa leti hai.)
CUT TO:
5-6 feet door – ammu, asma aur asad side se walk karte hue.
ammu un dono ko notice kar leti hai. ek second ke liye uske kadam dheere pad jaate hain. wo aankhon ke kone se arjun aur nikhat ki proximity observe karti hai — dono ek dusre ki aankhon mein dekhte hue, casually laugh kar rahe hote hain.
asma (seedha bolti hai):
wah arjun bhaiya... bada busy lag raha hai aajkal.
ammu (thoda forced casual):
haa... kaam hi kaam hoga shayad.
asad quietly notices ammu.
uski aankhen kuch aur keh rahi hoti hain wo arjun aur nikhat ke beech chemistry clearly feel kar rahi hoti hai, lekin apne expressions ko sambhalne ki koshish karti hai.
asad (thoda halki awaaz mein, teasing tone):
tum chaho to main bhi tumhare liye ek personal stylist dhoondh doon, ammu?
ammu (thoda irritate hoke):
aisa kuch nahi hai... bas ghoom rahe hain.
asad sirf muskurata hai. uski aankhen ammu ke jealousy wale micro-expressions ko read kar chuki hoti hain.ammu kuch nahi bolti. wo apna dhyaan side ke scarf section me divert kar leti hai, lekin aankhen phir bhi kahin na kahin arjun aur nikhat par hi tik jaati hain.
[scene continues – zaheer ke ghar ki chhat, raat ka sannata, halka andhera, sirf moonlight aur kuch door se aa rahi traffic ki halki aawaaz]
ammu thoda distance bana ke chhat ke kone pe khadi hoti hai. arjun kuch der tak usse dekhta rehta hai, fir thoda thoda kadam badhata hai uske paas.
arjun (softly, broken tone mein):
“yaad hai tumhe…
ek baar tumne mujhe kaha tha ki ‘agar main chhup ho jaun, to tu samjhega?’
aur maine hansi mein taal diya tha…
par aaj…
main chhup ho gaya, aur tum samajh gayi…
aur chale gayi.”
ammu aankhon me halka sa paani lekar, dusri taraf dekhte hue khadi rehti hai. kuch bolti nahi.
arjun (thoda aur kareeb aake, sincere):
“ammu… main jaanta hoon, main har waqt wahan nahi tha.
aur jab hona chahiye tha, tab bhi nahi tha.
par main wapas aaya hoon… sirf yeh kehne ki
main galat tha.”
ammu thoda sa hasti hai — wo hasi jo chhupaye gusse se nikalti hai.
ammu (thoda hurt, aankhon me dard ke saath):
“tum wapas aaye ho…
par main kabse ruk kar intezaar nahi kar rahi thi arjun.
tumhare jaane ke baad…
main sirf ammu thi — kisi ki nahi.
aur jab mujhe sabse zyada tumhari zarurat thi…
tum us waqt kaha the?”
arjun ki aankhon me guilt aata hai. wo kuch bol nahi pata, bas uski aankhen bolti hain. wo kuch kadam aur kareeb jaata hai, par ammu haath se rok deti hai.
ammu (firm but vulnerable tone):
“mat aao paas…
tumhare paas aake main fir se kamzor nahi banna chahti.”
arjun ka gala bhar aata hai. wo aankhen jhukata hai. kuch der silence hota hai.
arjun (dheere se):
“par mujhe lagta tha… hum dono khush the.
jo bhi tha… usme sach tha.
pyaar tha.”
ammu (ruki hui saans ke saath):
“haan, khush the.
par ab sirf yaadein bachi hain.
aur tumhare liye yaadein pyaari ho sakti hain,
mere liye to dard ban gayi hain.”
arjun uski aankhon me dekhta hai, ab uska guilt aur grief dono open hota ja raha hai.
arjun (dil se):
“ek moka de do ammu…
sab theek karne ka nahi,
sirf yeh sab samajhne ka.
tumhari khamoshi sunne ka… tumhare saath chalne ka,
chahe tum mujhe bhool bhi jao.”
ammu (thoda sa soft, aankhon me aansu, par abhi bhi controlled):
“ab main kisi ko moka dene wali ammu nahi rahi arjun…
main wo ammu ban gayi hoon jo sirf sambhalti hai — apne aap ko.”
ek lamba silence — sirf wind ki aawaaz. arjun aankhen band karta hai, fir dheere se seedha ho kar kehta hai:
arjun:
“theek hai…
tum agar mujhe maaf nahi karna chahti, na karo…
bas itna kehna chahta hoon —
main yeh ladayi haar nahi raha.
main is baar rukne nahi wala.”
ammu aankhon me thoda sa pani bhar ke uski taraf dekhti hai… kuch bolti nahi, lekin uske jaane se pehle ek aankhon se chhupa hua emotion zaroor rehta hai.
cut to:
arjun chhat se quietly neeche jaata hai.
ammu chhat ke edge par khadi rahti hai…
aur ek aansu quietly uske cheek se girta hai.
INT. ZAHEER KA GHAR – NEXT MORNING – BREAKFAST TIME
dining area fresh sunlight se bhara hai. sab log breakfast table par busy hain.
asad aur ammu side ke corner pe baith kar baat kar rahe hote hain—asad soft tone mein kuch samjha raha hota hai, ammu thoda sa muskara kar uski baatein sun rahi hoti hai.
CUT TO:
thoda door, ek kone mein arjun, shanu aur taz khade hain.
tino ka dhyaan sirf ek taraf—asad aur ammu.
arjun bilkul calm… silent killer mode mein.
ek haath ki ungli belt loop mein, dusra casually coffee cup le rakha hai. aankhon mein confident shine.
shanu, arms folded, aankhein chhoti karke arjun ko analysis mode mein dekh rahi hoti hai.
taz, ek haath kamar pe, dusre haath se apna sir khujate hue slow voice mein bolta hai:
taz:
abey bhai… tu kuch karega bhi ya hum bas popcorn leke dekhein?
shanu (teekhi nazar se)
haan seriously arjun, kuch to bol! tujhe dekh ke lag raha hai jaise koi nuclear plan andar chal raha ho…
arjun chup rehta hai… sirf ek sip coffee ka leta hai… fir suddenly ghoomta hai.
camera follows as he starts slowly walking…
shanu aur taz dono confused expression ke sath uske peeche chalne lagte hain…
walk hoti rehti hai… kuch seconds tak silence…
phir arjun finally bolta hai—ekdam relaxed tone mein:
arjun (philosophical style):
zahar ko zahar kaat-ta hai...
lohe ko loha kaat-ta hai...
aur… jealousy ko... jealousy.
taz (ruk ke):
kyaaa?
shanu:
abey direct bol, yeh kavi sammelan mat shuru kar.
arjun (smirks):
asad ko ammu ke aas paas dekh ke, wo tension le raha tha na?
ab dekhna, jab usko ammu kisi aur ke saath dekhegi—tab uska kya haal hoga.
shanu:
ohh… tu yeh bol raha hai ki... jealousy se jealousy ka ilaaj karega?
Or wo kaise hoga...
Arjun:
Tum bas bahar jane ka plan banao or mujhe inform kar dena, main sidha wahi aa jaunga...
Taz
smirk)Abey kuch to bata, goto me khujli ho rahi hai
Shanu
muh banate huye)Yukkk... Ye kya bol raha hai...
Arjun:
Tum dono yeh baatein chhodo, bas mujhe yaad se bata dena kaha Jana hai... I'll be there...
Or fir ghoor kar ek smile ke saath:
Aaj is kasaian ko bataunga jealousy kya hoti hai... Ok bye massage kar dena
Arjun waha se nikal jata or taz or shanu ek dusre ka chehra dekhte rehte hai...
INT. ZAHEER KA GHAR – MORNING – DINING AREA
soft sunlight breakfast table par padh rahi hoti hai. table ke around sab baith kar nashta kar rahe hote hain — ammu, asma, zaheer, shanu, asad, aur taz.
sabke haathon me parathe, buttered toast, aur chayein hain. background me halki halki utensils ki aawaz aur kabootar ki guttargoon chal rahi hoti hai.
taz sabse pehle apni plate khatam karta hai, ek bada sa sip chai ka leta hai… fir suddenly loud tone me bolta hai:
taz (claps once):
chalo bhai! pura din khate rahoge kya? time ho raha hai, nikalna hai!
ammu (fork leke):
par kaha nikalna hai?
shanu (masti bhare tone me):
bas ek aur chhoti si trip… last wali... promise.
asad (confused):
but... achanak kaise? aur...
(around look karta hai)
arjun kahan hai?
arjun ka naam sunte hi ammu ka haath freeze ho jata hai… wo bhi nazar se usse dhoondhne lagti hai... lekin obvious nahi hone deti.
taz, apne parathe ke tukde chew karta hua bolta hai:
taz:
wo to gaya...
Asad (alert):
kahan gaya
taz dramatic pause leta hai, chashma utaar ke napkin se saaf karta hai… fir casual sa tone leke bolta hai:
taz (with a sigh):
he’s no more...
asad (startled):
kya?!
ammu (panic me):
kya?
shanu ka bhi spoon ruk jata hai — wo taz ko wide eyes se dekhti hai.
taz sabko behaal dekhke casually bite leta hai toast ka… fir aankh maar ke bolta hai:
taz (grinning):
he’s no more interested in this trip...
aisa bol raha hoon yaar, tum log bhi na... kya samajh lete ho..
sab ek collective “uffff” karte hain relieved and annoyed at once.
shanu (taana maar ke):
tumhare liye chashma nahi, seatbelt chahiye dimag pe...
taz (rising proudly):
jo bhi ho… main ready hoon.
tum log bhi jao… jaldi tayar hoke aao.hum van leke bahar milte hain. chalo chalo.
taz chashma pehn kar collar theek karta hai, ek hero-style swag me ghar ke bahar nikal jata hai.
CUT TO:
van ke paas taz khada hota hai, key ghuma raha hota hai finger pe… aur halki halki bolta hai:
taz (to himself):
arjun bhai nahi hai… iska matlab... aaj spotlight mujhe milne wali hai.
JAIPUR CITY – HIGHWAY ROAD – LATE MORNING
van hawa mahal ki trip ke baad phir ek naye route par nikalti hai. mausam clean hai, sadke thodi wet hain kal ki barish ki wajah se. van ka music system ek old retro gaana baja raha hota hai background me soft sa “gulabi aankhen…”
INT. VAN – MOVING DAY
driver seat pe taz hai full form me, sunglasses me hero jaise steering sambhalte hue.front seat me asad hai relaxed, aaj uska confidence zyada hai. ammu uske baju me window side pe baithi hai.asad, kaafi natural tone me, ammu se casual but warm baatein karta ja raha hai:
asad (smiling):
waise kal wali pani puri… uss vendor ne toh jaipur ka standard set kar diya.
ammu (half-smile):
hmm… waise tumne kaafi enjoy kiya lag raha tha… har chaat item taste kiya.
asad (leaning slightly):
acha companion hoon main, taste ke saath logon ko bhi samajhta hoon…
tumhare baare me bhi kaafi kuch samajhne ka mann hai...
ammu awkward si hansi ke saath window ke bahar dekhne lagti hai lekin asad ka subtle lean uski personal space ke kaafi close aa chuka hota hai
VAN – BACKSEAT
shanu aur zaheer last wali seat pe baith kar halke phulke tone me baatein kar rahe hote hain. van thoda bump karti hai sadak ke pothole par zaheer ka haath shanu ke haath se touch karta hai.
shanu (quickly hath hatate hue):
aisa lag raha hai jaise van nahi… koi rollercoaster ho.
zaheer (laughs):
haan… aur us rollercoaster me humesha tum mere baju wali seat pe kyun hoti ho?
shanu (mock serious):
tumhare baju mein nahi… seat number aise mil jati hai. coincidence!
van ek aur sharp turn leti hai — is baar shanu ka kandha zaheer ke kandhe se takra jaata hai… dono ek dusre ki taraf dekhte hain… kuch second ka silence… dono thoda muskurate hain… lekin aankhon me wo halka sa darr bhi hota hai — “kahi kuch zyada na dikh jaye.”
zaheer (smirks, phir casually):
aisa na ho ki tum van ki har bump pe mere aur paas aa jao… phir main seriously samajhne lag jaaun.
shanu (half smile):
tumhe sab kuch seriously lena bhi to pasand hai na...
VAN – MIDDLE SEAT
asma headphones laga ke apne phone me photo editing app khol ke kal ki trip ki tasveerein dekh rahi hoti hai. kabhi kabhi wo apne phone ka angle adjust karti hai jaise ki kisi particular frame ko crop na kare… specially jisme zaheer aur shanu ek frame me ho.
VAN – FRONT ROW
asad, ammu se ab aur clearly baat kar raha hota hai:
asad:
tumhare ghar ka environment kaafi warm hai… sab log apne lagte hain...
aur tum… sabse zyada different ho…
ammu (softly):
matlab?
asad:
tum jaisi ladkiyon ka aaj kal milna mushkil hai…
ammu, kuch bolne hi wali hoti hai,
Lekin tabhi van ek sharp brake leti hai sab thoda hil jaate hain.
taz (from driver’s seat, loud):
arre re re… bhai bura na manana lekin Ammu ke sath hum sab bhi thode alag hai, pagal hai or sath aane wale ko paagal kar dete hai
van ek lambhi road par chalti dikh rahi hoti hai background me pink city ke mahal aur modern buildings ka mix nazar aa raha hota hai. dhoop mild hai, vaataavaran light-hearted hai…lekin har pair of eyes apni kahani keh rahe hain
asad ammu ko jeetne ki koshish me…ammu phir bhi silent observer bani hui…arjun abhi bhi kahin nahi hai... but unki kami sab feel kar rahe hain...
LUXURY MALL – THIRD FLOOR – AFTERNOON
shiny marble tiles, AC ki thandak, branded showrooms ke neon boards — jaipur ka sabse upmarket mall ab dhoop ke baad sabko ek naya vibe de raha hai.
cut to: mall ke third floor ka wide view — jahan sab dikhte hain ghoomte hue…
INT. MALL – ESCALATOR – CONTINUOUS
shanu sabko zabardasti le ja rahi hoti hai:
shanu (overacting):
arre chalo na… dekho… ammu ko scarves pasand hai na… udhar third floor pe ek sale lagi hai!
THIRD FLOOR – MOMENTS LATER
sab log jaise hi third floor par pahuchte hain, asma aage se tez bhaag kar ek glass wall ke par khadi hoti hai…
asma (excited):
shanu didi! dekho… dekho arjun bhaiya toh yahi hai!
shanu, ammu, asad, zaheer — sabki nazar automatically udhar chali jaati hai.
INT. MALL – OPPOSITE SIDE – CONTINUOUS
arjun — black t-shirt, ripped jeans, sleek sunglasses — ek tall, elegant ladki ke saath khada hota hai. dono kisi scarf counter ke samne khade hote hain. ladki ke haath me ek pastel-colored dupatta hai.
ladki familiar lagti hai…
zaheer (folding arms, smirking):
acha… yeh hai scarf ki sale.
shanu (half-laughing, sharp eyes):
lagta hai scarf nahi, surprise gift mila hai…
asad, thoda confuse hota hai. ammu us ladki ko ghoorti hai fir arjun ko fir wapas ladki ko.uske chehre par wo typical confusion hoti hai “mujhe fark nahi padta, par pata nahi kyun pad raha hai” wali.
tabhi:
taz elevator se aata hai ek hath me keychain ghumaata hua, dusre hath se coke ka can kholta hua. jaise hi wo arjun ko us ladki ke saath dekhta hai…
taz (full volume):
ohhhhhh teriiiiii!
yeh tha asli plan!
sab log uski taraf dekhte hain. arjun unki nazar padte hi sunglasses adjust karta hai aur pretend karta hai jaise wo kisi aur ko dekh raha ho.
nikhat (kyunki wahi ladki hai) usse kuch softly bol rahi hoti hai… but ab wo sab logon ke approach dekh kar alert ho jaati hai.
[b]zaheer ek disappoint wala nod deta hai,shanu, nikhat ko scan karti hai uske chehre par ek mischievous smile aa jati hai, ammu poori situation ko samajhne ki koshish kar rahi hoti hai lekin wo clearly thoda affect hui hai. uski aankhon me thoda bichhad gaya moment hai jise sirf asad notice karta hai.
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asad thoda lean karke softly bolta hai:
asad:
tum theek ho?
ammu (defensive smile):
hmm? haan. kyun?
asad (soft chuckle):
nahi... bas… tum waise nahi lag rahi jaisi usually hoti ho.
ammu (short pause, phir calmly):
kuch log alag hi version hote hain jab kisi aur ke saath dikhte hain.
asad uska expression quietly observe karta hai aur kuch nahi bolta. Arjun palat kar piche dekhta hai or bolta hai are tum sab yahi hi, nikhat bhi uske sath palat kar sabki dekhti hai or uske face par smile aa jati hai,
background me soft mall music baj raha hai. neon lights ke reflections glass walls par dikh rahe hain. nikhat, smartly dressed in a flowy white kurta with block heels, subtly confident and graceful, sabke saamne aati hai, jab sab usse dekh rahe hote hain.
nikhat (friendly smile ke sath):
hello everyone… what a surprise, acha hua tum log mil gaye hum dono akele me bore ho rahe they
shanu (fake innocence mein):
Bore hi toh hai bhai, yeh toh khud kisi ko entertain karne layak hota hi kab hai.
nikhat (smiling, graceful):
well, now I see why he didn’t... tum log toh already kaafi entertaining ho.
background me soft instrumental version of “ae ajnabi tu bhi kabhi…” bajta hai.
arjun quietly dekhta rehta hai ammu ki taraf, nikhat ke har dialogue par. ammu ki body language controlled hai, lekin aankhon mein halki si tightness dikh rahi hai. uska ek haath dupatte ke corner ko baar baar fold-unfold karta hai.
arjun (dil me, softly smirking):
(tu kuch keh nahi rahi... par sab kuch keh gayi.)
Asad pehle toh nikhat ko awkwardly observe karta hai, fir sab ki aankhon ki direction ammu ki taraf jaate dekh kar alert ho jaata hai. uske andhar ek sudden tension jagti hai.
asad thoda stiff ho gaya hai. wo nikhat aur arjun ke beech ki chemistry ko scan karta hai, ammu ke expression padhta hai… aur phir apne haath tight fold kar leta hai.
asad (finally softly):
(to nikhat)
nice to meet you... main asad hoon. aur lagta hai, aapne already sabka attention le liya hai.
nikhat (smiling):
only the ones worth it.
as she says this, she glances once at arjun... jo already confident pose mein khada hota hai.
Sab log arjun ki taraf teasing smile se dekhte hai lekin Ammu ka chehre par ek shikan thi
Cut to -
INT. LUXURY MALL – DAY
(3rd floor – accessories section to coffee aisle)
crowd madhyam hai, par mall ki polished lighting aur soft background music se sab kuch relaxed aur classy lag raha hai. nikhat aur arjun side-by-side walk kar rahe hote hain
nikhat (halki smile ke saath):
tum aise hi ho, chhoti chhoti baaton mein plan set kar lete ho.
arjun (smirking):
plan nahi... strategy. aur tum uska highlight ho.
(ye line sunke nikhat hansi chhupa leti hai.)
CUT TO:
5-6 feet door – ammu, asma aur asad side se walk karte hue.
ammu un dono ko notice kar leti hai. ek second ke liye uske kadam dheere pad jaate hain. wo aankhon ke kone se arjun aur nikhat ki proximity observe karti hai — dono ek dusre ki aankhon mein dekhte hue, casually laugh kar rahe hote hain.
asma (seedha bolti hai):
wah arjun bhaiya... bada busy lag raha hai aajkal.
ammu (thoda forced casual):
haa... kaam hi kaam hoga shayad.
asad quietly notices ammu.
uski aankhen kuch aur keh rahi hoti hain wo arjun aur nikhat ke beech chemistry clearly feel kar rahi hoti hai, lekin apne expressions ko sambhalne ki koshish karti hai.
asad (thoda halki awaaz mein, teasing tone):
tum chaho to main bhi tumhare liye ek personal stylist dhoondh doon, ammu?
ammu (thoda irritate hoke):
aisa kuch nahi hai... bas ghoom rahe hain.
asad sirf muskurata hai. uski aankhen ammu ke jealousy wale micro-expressions ko read kar chuki hoti hain.ammu kuch nahi bolti. wo apna dhyaan side ke scarf section me divert kar leti hai, lekin aankhen phir bhi kahin na kahin arjun aur nikhat par hi tik jaati hain.
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