10-07-2025, 10:40 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-07-2025, 10:45 PM by Greenwood. Edited 2 times in total. Edited 2 times in total.)
Update 38
Location: College Garden – central lawn, stairs ke paas
Time: Midday break – students idhar-udhar chill kar rahe hain, dhoop soft hai
(Camera pans over college lawn — kahin koi guitar bajaa raha hai, koi couple bench pe baitha hai, kuch log cold coffee leke laugh kar rahe hain. Us bheed mein ek kone mein Ammu baithi hai — ek stone step pe, earphones ek ear mein lagaye hue. Haath mein mango drink. Bas apne mein lost.)
(Tabhi Arjun piche se aata hai, ek chhoti chip choco-bar leke. Uske pair ki chappal ki halki awaz se Ammu bas aankhon ka kone se dekhti hai, par seedha nahi dekhti.)
Arjun (smirking)
Ek tum ho jo lunch break mein bhi main character wali vibe leke baithi ho…
Ammu (bite of smile, without turning)
Aur ek tum ho — har frame mein ghus jaate ho bina bulaye.
(Arjun uske bag ke side baith jaata hai, uski mango drink ki taraf dekh ke eyebrow raise karta hai.)
Arjun
Tujhe har baar mango drink mil jaata hai?
Mujhe toh queue mein bhi “out of stock” bol diya.
Ammu (sassy)
Universe bhi selective hota hai, Arjun.
Arjun (fake hurt)
Yani main rejected list mein hoon?
(Ammu finally uski taraf dekhti hai — aankhon mein woh usual calm, par smile control kar rahi hoti hai.)
Ammu
Tum… waiting list ho.
(Arjun choco-bar khol ke ek bite leta hai, fir uske saamne karta hai,Ammu uska choco-bar le leti hai, bite leti hai. Arjun uski aankhon mein dekh ke quietly smile karta hai. Background mein koi guitar bajaa raha hota hai, kuch soft laughter bhi sunai deta hai.)
Arjun (soft)
Tu sirf baithti nahi...
Scene bana deti hai.
Ammu (mocking)
Tum bas line maarte ho...
Aur acting karte ho ki feel ho raha hai.
Arjun (leans a little closer)
Nahi...
Feel toh ho raha hai.
Acting sirf tab ki thi… jab tu kisi aur ko dekh ke hans rahi thi.
(Ammu thoda blush karti hai, par us blush ko chhupane ke liye mango drink se sip le leti hai.)
Ammu
Tum jealous easily ho jaate ho?
Arjun (playful)
Main territorial hoon.
Tu lawn pe bhi kisi aur ke saath baithe na, toh mujhe feel hota hai jaise meri chai kisi aur ne pee li.
Ammu (laughs)
Tumhare dialogues... full time writer hire kar rakha hai kya?
Arjun (seriously)
Bas tu ho toh... line bhi feel ban jaati hai.
(Pause. Dono kuch nahi bolte. Aas-paas ke noise ke beech unka ek bubble ban jaata hai. Fir Arjun halka sa uske hand pe tap karta hai.)
Arjun
Tu chahe mujhe waiting list mein rakhe…Main tere notice board pe pehla naam banne ke liye everyday ready hoon.
(Ammu uska choco-bar wapas karti hai — half eaten — aur kehti hai softly)
Ammu
Abhi bas attendance mark kar rahe ho tum…Final viva tak waqt hai.
*(Arjun bas smile deta hai — woh wala jisme dard bhi hai aur hope bhi.)
Location: College corridor – lunch break ke baad ka time
Time: 2:15 PM, mid-noise – lockers khul rahe hain, stairs pe log baatein kar rahe hain
(Zaheer water cooler ke paas khada hota hai, bottle bhar raha hota hai. Tabhi Shanu neeche se aati hai — haath mein books, ek earphone ka wire latak raha hota hai. Jaise hi woh uske paas se guzarti hai, ek book gir jaati hai. Zaheer naturally bend karke uthata hai aur uski taraf extend karta hai.)
Zaheer (casual)
Tumhara gravity se purana rishta lagta hai…
Shanu (takes the book)
Aur tumhara har scene mein time pe aana...
Main bolun ya background music chalu ho?
(Zaheer thoda sa hassa. Dono side-by-side chalne lagte hain. Corridor ke edge pe ruk jaate hain — side wall ke paas.)
Zaheer (softly)
Tum jab aise random bolti ho na…
Mujhe lagta hai tumhare dimaag mein koi full-time scriptwriter baitha hai.
Shanu (smiles)
Nahi.Bas… jab saamne wala suna kare, toh bolne ka mann karta hai.
(Zaheer is quiet for a beat. He wasn't expecting that.)
Zaheer (a little thoughtful)
Toh tum sabko aise hi sunati ho?
Ya main…
Shanu (looking straight, soft smile)
Tum mujhe kabhi judge nahi karte.
Mere mood swings ho, ya random jokes…
Tum bas ho. Steady.
Zaheer (half smile)
Main toh sochta tha tum mujhe ignore karti ho…
Shanu (looks at him)
Ignore nahi.Bas… notice chhupke karti hoon.
(Ek beat. Dono aankhon se aankhon milate hain. Corridor ke noise se alag, ek stillness ban jaati hai. Zaheer pehli baar Shanu ki aankhon mein kuch aur dekhta hai — woh curiosity, woh unsaid warmth… jo pehle dosti lagti thi, ab thodi personal lagne lagi hai.)
(Shanu fir casually uska haath tap karti hai — ek halki si friendly thap — aur bolti hai:)
Shanu
Main staff room ja rahi hoon…
But haan, next time agar koi “ignore” kare na…
Toh aankhon se padna seekh lena.
(Zaheer bas wahi khada rehta hai, uske jaane ke baad bhi. Haath mein book hai, par dimaag uski baaton pe atka hai. Uska expression shift karta hai — first confused, then thoughtful… as if kuch realise ho gaya ho.
Zaheer ko feel hone laga hai Shanu se uski bonding “normal” nahi rahi
Shanu ki har baat mein ek softness hai, jo ab dosti se aage lagne lagi hai
Dialogue flirty nahi, lekin intimate
A moment that changes Zaheer's lens slowly
Location: College Staff Room ke bahar, back corridor ke bench par
Time: Same day — 3:45 PM (classes almost khatam ho chuki hain)
(Sunlight golden hai — dhoop slant hoke corridor ke floor pe patches bana rahi hai. Corridor mostly quiet hai. Ek wooden bench pe Nikhat baithi hai — haath mein ek closed notebook, bag side mein rakha hai. Uska expression outwardly normal hai, lekin uski aankhon mein thoda weight chhupa hua hai.)
(Wo notebook kholti hai… phir bina kuch likhe, bas pen ghumaati hai. Phir uska focus khulke padta hai Arjun ke ek recent dialogue pe — flashback jaisa echo.)
Quote:Flashback voice (Arjun)“Main chahta hoon woh khud choose kare — bina pressure, bina drama.”
Quote:? Nikhat’s reply (in memory)“Kisi din khud pe bhi sun le na…”
(Nikhat ka pen ruk jaata hai. Uski aankhen lawn ki taraf chali jaati hain jahan se Arjun aur Ammu ki laughter ki halki awaaz sunai deti hai — door kahin pe woh dono casual baat kar rahe hote hain.)
(Nikhat ek second ke liye unki direction mein dekhti hai, lekin fir aankhen neeche kar leti hai.)
Nikhat (soft whisper, to herself)
Main toh bas... ek scene thi.
Puri story kabhi meri thi hi nahi.
Ek chhoti si smile aati hai, bitter-sweet. Jaise apne emotions ko samajh bhi gayi ho, accept bhi kar rahi ho — lekin thoda time chahiye heal hone ke liye.)
(She slowly closes the notebook, uspar pen rakh deti hai. Tabhi ek patta uske shoulder pe girta hai — neem ka. Wo us patte ko dekhti hai, ungliyon se ghumaati hai, phir softly bolti hai:)
Nikhat
Coach hona easy hai…
Par audience ke bina dil nahi jeeta ja sakta.
Golden dhoop, quiet bench, aur ek ladki jo heartbreak chhupa ke smile karna seekh rahi hai — quietly, gracefully.
Nikhat ka internal acceptance arc start ho gaya hai
Arjun–Ammu ko leke koi nafrat nahi, bas ek silent goodbye
Nikhat strong hai, lekin andar se soft bhi
Coach vs Cartoon”
Location: College Gym Hall – indoor space, thoda echo wala
Time: Next morning, 7:30 AM – training session start
(Gym mein kuch hi log hain. Side wall pe mats lage hain, cones aligned hain. Nikhat clipboard leke centre pe khadi hoti hai — full coach zone activated: tight ponytail, whistle around neck, no-nonsense expression.)
(Taz door se entry maarte hue full filmy style mein aata hai — bottle spin karta hua, towel shoulder pe, aur ek fake limp leke jaise woh injured ho.)
Taz (dramatically)
Coach Nikhat...Mujhe lagta hai meri calf ki muscle ne resignation de diya hai.
Nikhat (without looking up)
Calf muscle ka contract renew ho chuka hai.Warm-up pe 4 rounds aur lagao.
Taz (holding chest)
Aapne toh seedha HR ban ke notice de diya...Dard bhi ignore ho gaya.
(Nikhat uski taraf dekhti hai — death stare level 3)
Nikhat
Taz…Tumhara sarcasm ka calorie count zero hota hai.
Start running.
(Taz jog start karta hai, par chhupke se cones ke beech se chhoti shortcut lene lagta hai.)
Nikhat (dry)
Taz, agar tujhe itni hi baatein karni hain…
Toh main tujhe skipping rope ki jagah mic de deti hoon.
Taz (grinning)
Mic se yaad aaya… kal mujhe sapna aaya tha ki main India’s Next Fitness Icon ban gaya hoon.
Nikhat
Aur phir tu uth gaya…
Aur bread pakoda kha raha tha canteen mein.
(Ek assistant trainer corner mein hansi rokh nahi paata. Taz usse aankh maar ke kehta hai:)
Taz
Tu hans, tu hans…
Mujhe toh bas Coach Nikhat ki taareef chahiye…Ek smile hi mil jaaye toh… jeevan safal ho jaaye!
Nikhat (without blinking)
Toh jaldi safal ho ja…
Aur 5 km treadmill pe daud le.
(Taz floor pe baith jaata hai drama karte hue, towel se apna chehra ponchta hai jaise koi old Bollywood heroine.)
Taz
Aap ke training mein sweat nahi…
Emotion nikalta hai
Nikhat
Agle session mein agar emotion ka drop bhi nikla,Toh tu mop leke saaf karega.
Taz treadmill pe chadh raha hota hai, “billo bage billiya” gaa raha hota hai or thhumka laga raha hota hai,
Nikhat clipboard mein check kar rahi hoti hai jaise kuch suna hi nahi
Background mein ek aur student kehta hai:
“Yeh banda gym aata kam hai, nautanki zyada karta hai.”
[b]Location: College Football Ground – Match Prep Day[/b]
Time: Late afternoon – 4:30 PM
(Ground full energy mein hai — orange cones, stretching drills, goalposts set ho chuke hain. Assistant coach students ko warm-up kara raha hai. Team divided hai: Arjun ek group ko lead kar raha hai, Zaheer dusre group ko. Taz referee vest pehne, center mein confused khada hai — jise match-friendly banaye rakhna hai.)
(Ammu, Shanu aur kuch students bench side pe baith kar dekh rahe hote hain.)
Taz (whistle blow karta hai)
Arjun’s team — left flank.
Zaheer’s team — right flank.
No fouls, no flex, just finesse!
(Game start hota hai — friendly, fast-paced. Lekin jese hi Arjun ball control karta hai, Zaheer extra sharp tackle karta hai — borderline foul. Crowd thoda react karta hai.)
Arjun (glaring at Zaheer)
Wo ball thi… ya main?
Zaheer (dryly)
Tu confuse ho gaya hai.
Main toh sirf ball ke peeche tha.
(Taz awkwardly beech mein aata hai.)
Taz
Bhaiyo, yeh ball FIFA certified hai, Arjun certified nahi!
(Crowd thoda hans padta hai, but Arjun ka expression serious hota jaa raha hai. Game continues — Arjun ek perfect through-pass deta hai, aur Zaheer uske cross pe ek risky interception karta hai. Jab dono pass se hote hain, shoulders takrate hain — deliberate nahi, but intense.
Arjun (low voice, face close)
Har tackle ke peeche tujhe main dikh raha hoon, na?
Zaheer (cold smile)
Tujhe kaun banaya tha hero is kahaani ka?
Main bhi lead karta hoon kabhi kabhi.
Taz (phir se whistle)
Stop! Time out.
Tum dono ball khel rahe ho ya Badlapur 2 ki shooting chal rahi hai?
(Assistant coach aankhon se Arjun ko calm hone ka ishara karta hai. Arjun jaw clench karta hai. Zaheer thoda paani peeta hai, but nazar Arjun pe hi.)
Ball ek taraf ghoom jaati hai…
Arjun aur Zaheer ek second ke liye ek dusre ko bas stare karte hain — all words unsaid, all fire in the eyes.
Tension visibly rising
Arjun aur Zaheer dono mein ego war direct conflict nahi, lekin intentional intensity
Location: College canteen ke bahar, railing ke paas wali cemented boundaryTime: Late afternoon – crowd thin ho chuka hai, hawa thodi chal rahi hai
(Canteen ke andar lights dim hain, zyada students nahi. Bahar corner pe railing ke paas Ammu khadi hai — ek chhoti bottle se paani pee rahi hai. Uske shoulder pe bag, aankhon mein thakan hai.)
(Tabhi Nikhat aati hai — sports jacket pehne hue, clipboard under her arm. Thoda sa tired, lekin composed. Woh Ammu ke paas khadi ho jaati hai bina kuch bole.)
(2 second silence.)
Nikhat (softly)
Canteen ke is kone mein... hawa kaafi real chalti hai.
Ammu (just nods)
Haan...Yahan sab kuch real lagta hai.
(Ek beat. Nikhat railing se thoda lean karti hai. Door students football ground pe practice kar rahe hote hain. Nikhat unhe dekhte hue slowly bolti hai — jaise kuch soch ke, kuch chhupa ke.)
Nikhat (calm voice)
Kuch logon ke paas...Woh sab hota hai jo baaki sirf imagine karte hain.
(Ammu uski taraf dekhti hai, confused expression ke saath. Nikhat uski taraf nahi dekhti, bas saamne horizon ki taraf gaze karti hai.)
Nikhat (half-smile, eyes steady ahead)
Unke aas paas pyaar hota hai, care hoti hai, aur koi aisa...Jo unka har mood, har silence bhi samajhta hai.Kuch log lucky hote hain.
Aur kuch bas...Ek scene ka part hote hain kisi aur ki kahaani mein.
(Ammu ka haath railing pe tighten hota hai. Woh kuch bolti nahi aankhon mein woh awkward, frozen reaction jaise kuch samajh toh gayi ho... lekin keh nahi pa rahi.)
(Nikhat finally uski taraf dekhti hai. Smile karti hai — mature wali. Dard chhupa hota hai, par dignity se. Fir uska clipboard adjust karti hai aur seedha khadi hoti hai.)
Nikhat
Tere liye sab easy nahi hoga…
Par tu jis tarah se sab handle karti hai na...Main genuinely proud hoon.
(Woh halki si nod karke seedhe chal deti hai no drama, no turn back. Ammu wahi khadi rehti hai still frozen. Woh na guilt mehsoos kar rahi hoti hai, na sympathy… bas ek heavy silence uske andar jam gaya hota hai.)
[b]Nikhat indirectly apni feelings express karti hai — Arjun ka naam liye bina[/b]
Ammu sirf sunti hai — kuch bhi reply nahi karti, aur wahi scene ka power hai
Dard hai, lekin class bhi — koi blaming, jealousy nahi
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