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Update 47
Scene: “Final Preparation – Football ka Maha-Sangram”
Location: College Football Ground, 4:30 PM
Weather thoda cloudy, hawa tez chal rahi hai. Ground energetic hai – cheers, whistles aur energy full throttle pe.
Backdrop:
Yeh tournament college ka biggest sports event hai. Final match ki practice ho rahi hai. Arjun apni team ke saath ground par hai – team ka captain, confident, focused. Dusri taraf audience section mein Zaheer quietly aake baithta hai – pehle row mein, ek corner seat pe. Uski aankhon mein calmness hai... lekin andar kuch aur hi chal raha hota hai.
Ground – Team Practice
Coach seeti bajata hai. Arjun apne white jersey mein ground ke beech mein khada hota hai, baalon mein halki hawa chal rahi hai. Uski aankhen focused hain.
Coach
Last minute mistakes allowed nahi hai! Arjun, lead pass ready?
Arjun
Ready, sir.
Ball roll hota hai. Ek tight formation banti hai. Arjun ek sharp cut lagake defender ko dodge karta hai, full speed mein goal ki taraf bhagta hai.
Zaheer dur se usse dekhta hai. Uski aankhen expressionless lagti hain, lekin har move pe react karti hain – kabhi aankh choti hoti hai, kabhi breath hold karta hai.
Audience Noise:
Taz aur kuch aur students cheer kar rahe hain –
Taz
Arjun bhai! Woh shot maar… Messi ki maa ka cousin banna hai kya?
(Cheers and laughter)
Coach
Focus, boys!
Arjun ka ek brilliant pass teammate ko milta hai, aur woh ball net ke andar shoot karta hai. Goal hota hai. Sab cheer karte hain. Arjun bas ek look audience ki taraf deta hai.
Zaheer usse aankhon se milta hai. No smile. No nod. Bas ek silent tension.
Cut to Zaheer POV:
Uska dimaag flashback jaise moment karta hai – khud pitch pe hona… team ko lead karna… phir wo ek second ke liye apni palm tightly band karta hai… lekin phir slowly release kar deta hai.
Zaheer (dil mein)
Ye uska waqt hai. Let him have it.
Camera cross-cut karta hai – Arjun field ke beech mein… Zaheer stand ke edge pe… dono ek dusre ko dekhte hain, alag zameen pe khade hain, lekin ek hi battlefield ke soldier jaise.
Coach (seeti bajakar)
Wrap it up! Tomorrow... showtime!
Arjun apna t-shirt ka collar thoda adjust karta hai, ball ko kick karta hai side mein. Fir aankhon se Zaheer ko locate karta hai – lekin us waqt Zaheer uth kar jaa chuka hota hai.
Final shot:
Zaheer backside se jaa raha hota hai stand se neeche… halki si thakaan… aur dil mein ek unresolved chapter.
Scene: “Girls’ Gossip Reloaded – Double Meaning Dhamaka”
Location: College Canteen ke bagal wala lawn area, 5:30 PM
Weekend wali feel hai, halke clouds, thandi hawa, aur girls group table ke around – cold coffee, chips, aur full-on naughty mood.
Present: Ammu, Shanu, Payal, Trisha, Isha
Sabhi chill kar rahi hain aur topic wahi... football boys.
Trisha
Guys seriously… kal ke match ka wait nahi ho raha. Especially jab Arjun ball handle karta hai na… uff! Mere dil ka control chala jaata hai.
Isha (laughing)
Ball? Main toh kehti hoon uska grip dekh ke lagta hai ki banda sirf game mein nahi… aur cheezon mein bhi kaafi tight hai.
Shanu (with mock warning)
Tum logon ka dimaag kabhi canteen mein bhi aata hai ya hamesha locker room mein hi atka rehta hai?
Payal
Jab Bande hi itne garam ho to canteen ke garam samose ka kya karenge
Isha
Tujhe to garam samose nahi unka garam hot dog chahiye hoga, or Tera ek sa gujara bhi nahi hona
Everybody laughs,
Ammu (pretending innocence)
Tum sab pagal ho… main toh bas uska footwork admire karti hoon.
Trisha (teasing)
Footwork hi?
(Ammu coffee peete peete thoda chhokti hai)
Isha
Aur Zaheer… oh my god! Jab wo T-shirt ke sleeves fold karta hai na… mujhe lagta hai uski biceps nahi… intentions hard ho rahe hain.
Payal
Mujhe toh Zaheer ka discipline bada attractive lagta hai… banda jese field pe control mein rehta hai… mujhe lagta hai uske room mein bhi rules follow hoti hongi.
Isha
Imagine kal jab Arjun goal karega… Ammu ka reaction dekhna. Ekdum internal goal lagega usse.
Payal
Oh yaar lekin goal to meri bhi hai, ek dam round... Koi inke piche kab padega...
Isha
Abey yaar kitni garmi hai tujhme...
Payal( touching her thighs)
Chhoo kar dekhlo
(Sab girls ke hansti hain)
Final shot
Camera upar jata hai – lawn pe 5 ladkiyan cold coffee ke beech laughter, teasing, aur full double meaning baaton mein lost. Football se zyada… feelings garam hain yahaan.
Chhat Ki Aakhri Raat”
Time: Raat ke 11:50 PM
Location: Ammu ke ghar ki chhat
Vibe: Midnight silence, thandi hawa, halke badal, aur ek aakhiri mulaqat ki bechaini
Phone Screen – Arjun’s Text
Arjun
Kal subah se tournament start hai... main 7 din ke liye Jaipur se bahar hoon...
Ek baar mil le... bas chhat pe aa jaa... please...
Ammu (typing…)
Itni raat ko kaise aaoon... sab so gaye hain...
Arjun
Toh aur perfect time kya hoga? Sirf tu aur main… aur chand.
Ammu
Hmmm...
I'm coming…
(ek chhoti si smile emoji ke saath)
Cut To: Chhat
Ammu dheere se darwaza kholti hai, moze pehne hue bina awaz kiye kadam rakhti hai… dupatta loose hai, ek soft sa night kurta, face pe thoda nervousness… thoda excitement.
Chhat par Arjun already khada hota hai… railing ke paas… hawa uske baal uda rahi hoti hai…
Jab uski nazar ammu pe padti hai, uska expression ekdum soft ho jaata hai.
Ammu uske paas aake khadi hoti hai, kuch second dono chup rehte hain.
Arjun (breaking the silence)
Pata hai... abhi bhi tujhe dekh ke lagta hai ki time slow motion mein chal raha hai...
Ammu
Aur tujhe dekh ke lagta hai... tu koi filmy line practice kar ke aaya hai...
Arjun (smirking)
Main toh bas tujhe yaad karne ke liye kuch memories chhod ke jaana chahta hoon…
Ammu
7 din hi jaa raha hai… army posting thodi hai…
Arjun (soft tone)
7 din tere bina matlab 7 din bina hawa ke... bina chai ke... bina tere set ke...
Ammu (voice low, teasing)
Tera focus sirf tournament pe rehna chahiye...
Arjun (a step closer)
Mera goal toh tu hai... tournament toh bas formality hai.
(Ammu ki eyelashes thoda blink hoti hain, halka blush)
Ammu
jeet kar aana
Arjun (holds her pinky finger)
Pinky promise… jeet kar lotunga...
Arjun
Main tere liye kuch laya Ammu... Hope tujhe pasand aaye
Ammu (courious)
Kya laya arjun ....
Arjun apna hath aage badhata hai or ek paper packet aage karta hai, Ammu wo uske hath se leti hai or bolti hai
Ammu (eyebrows raising, teasing tone)
Tere gifts ka track record dangerous hai... iss baar kya hai? Bomb?
Arjun (smiling mischievously)
Dil ka bomb toh tu hai… yeh bas wrapping hai...
Ammu cautiously bag kholti hai... andar ek premium undergarments ka elegant new set... soft satin finish... muted peach and pink mixed color... classy, delicate… but clearly intimate.
Ammu (eyes widening slightly, voice low)
Arjun… tu pagal hai kya?
Arjun
Haan… lekin sirf tere liye.
(He steps a little closer, his voice dropping to a whisper)
Only for you, Ammu. Jab tu ise pehnegi… mujhe yaad karegi… bina kuch bole.
Ammu ka chehra gradually blush mein badal jaata hai… uska throat dry ho jaata hai… woh ek second ke liye Arjun ki aankhon mein dekhti hai, fir gift ki taraf.
Arjun (grinning)
Tu jitni khud ko hide karti hai… utni hi beautiful lagti hai, jaan. Tere curves... tere gestures... sab yaad rehte hain mujhe. Har detail.
Ammu (gulabi gaalon ke saath, uski aankhon mein shyness aur thodi fire)
Tujhe yaad rehta hai ya tu yaad rakhta hai?
Arjun (smiling warmly)
Dono. Tera har layer, har andaaz… har set... sirf meri yaadon mein nahi, meri sans mein hai.
Dono ke beech ek thick silence chhaj jaata hai. Arjun uske paas jaata hai... apne haath uske shoulders ke dono side halki si grip mein leta hai...
Arjun
Tu meri ho... har roop mein. Dressed... undressed... annoyed... happy... jab bhi... jaise bhi...
Ammu uska chehra dekhti hai sincere, intense
Ammu uske chest pe halka sa push karti hai not out of anger, just teasingly.
Ammu
Bas... ab jaa. Warna main hi tujhe rok lungi.
Arjun (soft chuckle, leaning close to her ear)
Kabhi kabhi... rukna jeet se zyada zaroori hota hai.
Uske baad woh ek deep look leke, halka sa wink karta hai… aur chhat ke pabangt se dusri taraf jump kar jaata hai — jaise hamesha karta hai.
Ammu uski gift ko haath mein leke kuch second usi jagah khadi rehti hai. Phir dheere se whisper karti hai —
Ammu
Only for me…
Departure... With Her in Mind"
Location: College front gate
Time: Early Morning – 5:50 AM
Mood: Energetic yet emotionally layered
College ke samne ek bright orange bus khadi hoti hai uspe “Inter-College Football Tournament” likha hota hai bold letters mein.
Team ke sab ladke sporty tracksuits mein kuch excitement mein, kuch neend mein, kuch full energy mein.
Taz sabse zyada noise create kar raha hota hai
Taz
Bhaiyo! Aaj ke baad ya toh trophy apni… ya ghar wapas single!
Sab hansne lagte hain, thoda cheer, thoda clapping. Coach whistle bajata hai
Coach
Chalo... countdown shuru!
CUT TO: Arjun
Bus ke sabse aakhri row ka window seat… uska haath khidki par, aankhon mein neend nahi — par kuch aur... kuch yaad.
Bus dheere dheere college gate se nikalti hai. Har mod par… har speedbreaker par… Arjun flashback mein chala jaata hai.
FLASHBACK BEGINS
Ammu ka chhat…
Arjun usse hug kar raha hai peechhe se…
Ammu haas rahi hai, ek moment mein uski aankhon mein spark hai…
Ammu
Tere jaane ke baad... main yaad karungi sirf yehi pal.
Aur tu... sirf mera set yaad karega?
Arjun (smiling)
Main dono yaad karunga... tu bhi… aur tera set bhi.
Phir dono haas padte hain.
Ek aur moment — Arjun Ammu ko god mein utha raha hai, dono ek dusre ko dekh kar soft smile kar rahe hain.
FLASHBACK ENDS
Back to Present
Bus ek sharp turn leti hai Arjun ka shoulder thoda side mein tilt hota hai.
Woh khidki se bahar dekhta hai… Jaipur ki sadak par slow sunrise...
Uske phone pe ek message flash hota hai — "Come back soon, champ. ❤️ - Ammu"
Arjun (andar hi andar, softly)
Wapas aaunga... par iss baar… kuch lekar aaunga
Taz piche se seat par tap karta hai —
Taz
Bhai! Aankho mein ammu aur haathon mein ball ho toh final jeet pakki hai!
Arjun (half smile)
Ball bhi usi ki yaad mein chalti hai…
Scene fade out hota hai — bus highway par nikal chuki hoti hai… Jaipur peeche chhut raha hota hai… lekin uska ek hissa Arjun ke dil mein chal raha hota hai.
Only for You"
Location: Ammu's Room
Time: Early Morning – 6:10 AM
Mood: Soft, romantic, heart-hugging silence
Ammu ke kamre ki khidki se halki si roshni aa rahi hoti hai.
Birds chirp kar rahe hain… ek nayi subah ka aalam hai… lekin uske chehre pe neend ka asar nahi.
Woh bed se quietly uthti hai… ek lamha ruk kar mirror me apne aap ko dekhti hai.
Uske lips pe ek soft, stretched-out smile hai… jaise raat ki koi baat uske dil ko ab tak chhoo rahi ho.
Wardrobe ke paas jaake, woh slowly ek drawer kholti hai.
Andar neatly folded kapdon ke beech rakha hota hai ek soft pastel gift bag.
Usi bag pe likha hota hai — "Only for you."
Handwriting familiar hai — Arjun ki.
Ammu us bag ko nikalti hai… thoda cautious, thoda curious.
Bed pe baith kar dhyan se ribbons kholti hai… aur andar se nikalta hai undergarments ka naya elegant set — peach-pink satin with soft lace detail.
Her fingers run over the fabric — smooth, delicate… almost like a whisper.
Uske chehre ka color subtly change hota hai…
Woh thoda sa blush karti hai… aankhen neeche jhuk jaati hain.
Ammu (dheere se, apne aap se)
Idiot… har baar dil chura leta hai…
Woh set ko apne lap mein rakh kar thodi der bas dekhti rehti hai.
Uski aankhon mein koi sparkle hai… ek thoughtful stillness.
Phir woh slowly ek diary nikalti hai — cover pe likha hota hai "A / A"
Woh diary kholti hai… aur likhna shuru karti hai —
“Kuch log jaate hain kuch laake… aur kuch jaate hain, bina le jaaye sab kuch chhod kar…
Par tu… tu sab kuch le gaya, aur phir bhi… sab kuch chhod gaya mere paas…”
Us moment mein woh sach mein khush hoti hai…
Ek lamha ke liye uska haath uske lap mein rakhe set pe jaata hai…
Aur woh muskurake diary band karti hai.
Mirror me jaake khud ko dekh kar dheere se bolti hai —
Ammu
Aaj main aur pretty dikhungi… kyunki tum mujhe pyaar se dekh chuke ho.
Scene fade hota hai with a soft instrumental tune...
[b]Tension ke beech ek Sukoon"
[/b]
Location: College Canteen
Time: 10:30 AM – Just before Arjun’s first tournament match
Canteen mein usual hustle-bustle hai… students idhar-udhar ja rahe hain… sabko pata hai tournament start hone wala hai.
Ek kone ki table par Shanu baithi hoti hai… ek cold coffee aur sandwich ke sath… lekin uski aankhen har dusre second main gate ki taraf uth jaati hain.
Phir entry hoti hai Zaheer ki… white sports tee, hair thoda messed-up… ek dum grounded, calm but internally all over the place.
Zaheer usse nazar milata hai… aur slow steps mein uske table ki taraf aata hai.
Shanu
Itni der laga di? Team ka ex captain match se pehle thoda sa toh chill deserve karta hai.
Zaheer (baithte hue)
Main chill hoon… bas thoda… mind all over the place hai.
Shanu
Toh aaj ke match mein kya plan hai, Mr. Ex-Captain?
Zaheer (shrug karta hai)
Support… cheer… aur ek khaas insaan ke liye blush na karna try karna.
Shanu (mocking serious)
Best of luck with that… because woh khaas insaan bhi tujhe dekhte blush karti hai.
Zaheer ka face brighten hota hai… woh casually table ke neeche uska haath dhoondta hai… thoda sa touch karta hai.
Shanu (thoda jhatakti hai lekin smile karti hai)
Zaheer... yeh canteen hai… terrace nahi.
Zaheer
Haan… terrace ke liye bhi time aayega.
Shanu
Aur tab tak?
Zaheer
Tab tak tu bas dekhte reh… main kya karta hoon.
[b]Camera un dono ke overlapping hands pe zoom karta hai, jahan unka touch subtle, soft… but filled with new beginnings hota hai.[/b]
Scene: “Final Preparation – Football ka Maha-Sangram”
Location: College Football Ground, 4:30 PM
Weather thoda cloudy, hawa tez chal rahi hai. Ground energetic hai – cheers, whistles aur energy full throttle pe.
Backdrop:
Yeh tournament college ka biggest sports event hai. Final match ki practice ho rahi hai. Arjun apni team ke saath ground par hai – team ka captain, confident, focused. Dusri taraf audience section mein Zaheer quietly aake baithta hai – pehle row mein, ek corner seat pe. Uski aankhon mein calmness hai... lekin andar kuch aur hi chal raha hota hai.
Ground – Team Practice
Coach seeti bajata hai. Arjun apne white jersey mein ground ke beech mein khada hota hai, baalon mein halki hawa chal rahi hai. Uski aankhen focused hain.
Coach
Last minute mistakes allowed nahi hai! Arjun, lead pass ready?
Arjun
Ready, sir.
Ball roll hota hai. Ek tight formation banti hai. Arjun ek sharp cut lagake defender ko dodge karta hai, full speed mein goal ki taraf bhagta hai.
Zaheer dur se usse dekhta hai. Uski aankhen expressionless lagti hain, lekin har move pe react karti hain – kabhi aankh choti hoti hai, kabhi breath hold karta hai.
Audience Noise:
Taz aur kuch aur students cheer kar rahe hain –
Taz
Arjun bhai! Woh shot maar… Messi ki maa ka cousin banna hai kya?
(Cheers and laughter)
Coach
Focus, boys!
Arjun ka ek brilliant pass teammate ko milta hai, aur woh ball net ke andar shoot karta hai. Goal hota hai. Sab cheer karte hain. Arjun bas ek look audience ki taraf deta hai.
Zaheer usse aankhon se milta hai. No smile. No nod. Bas ek silent tension.
Cut to Zaheer POV:
Uska dimaag flashback jaise moment karta hai – khud pitch pe hona… team ko lead karna… phir wo ek second ke liye apni palm tightly band karta hai… lekin phir slowly release kar deta hai.
Zaheer (dil mein)
Ye uska waqt hai. Let him have it.
Camera cross-cut karta hai – Arjun field ke beech mein… Zaheer stand ke edge pe… dono ek dusre ko dekhte hain, alag zameen pe khade hain, lekin ek hi battlefield ke soldier jaise.
Coach (seeti bajakar)
Wrap it up! Tomorrow... showtime!
Arjun apna t-shirt ka collar thoda adjust karta hai, ball ko kick karta hai side mein. Fir aankhon se Zaheer ko locate karta hai – lekin us waqt Zaheer uth kar jaa chuka hota hai.
Final shot:
Zaheer backside se jaa raha hota hai stand se neeche… halki si thakaan… aur dil mein ek unresolved chapter.
Scene: “Girls’ Gossip Reloaded – Double Meaning Dhamaka”
Location: College Canteen ke bagal wala lawn area, 5:30 PM
Weekend wali feel hai, halke clouds, thandi hawa, aur girls group table ke around – cold coffee, chips, aur full-on naughty mood.
Present: Ammu, Shanu, Payal, Trisha, Isha
Sabhi chill kar rahi hain aur topic wahi... football boys.
Trisha
Guys seriously… kal ke match ka wait nahi ho raha. Especially jab Arjun ball handle karta hai na… uff! Mere dil ka control chala jaata hai.
Isha (laughing)
Ball? Main toh kehti hoon uska grip dekh ke lagta hai ki banda sirf game mein nahi… aur cheezon mein bhi kaafi tight hai.
Shanu (with mock warning)
Tum logon ka dimaag kabhi canteen mein bhi aata hai ya hamesha locker room mein hi atka rehta hai?
Payal
Jab Bande hi itne garam ho to canteen ke garam samose ka kya karenge
Isha
Tujhe to garam samose nahi unka garam hot dog chahiye hoga, or Tera ek sa gujara bhi nahi hona
Everybody laughs,
Ammu (pretending innocence)
Tum sab pagal ho… main toh bas uska footwork admire karti hoon.
Trisha (teasing)
Footwork hi?
(Ammu coffee peete peete thoda chhokti hai)
Isha
Aur Zaheer… oh my god! Jab wo T-shirt ke sleeves fold karta hai na… mujhe lagta hai uski biceps nahi… intentions hard ho rahe hain.
Payal
Mujhe toh Zaheer ka discipline bada attractive lagta hai… banda jese field pe control mein rehta hai… mujhe lagta hai uske room mein bhi rules follow hoti hongi.
Isha
Imagine kal jab Arjun goal karega… Ammu ka reaction dekhna. Ekdum internal goal lagega usse.
Payal
Oh yaar lekin goal to meri bhi hai, ek dam round... Koi inke piche kab padega...
Isha
Abey yaar kitni garmi hai tujhme...
Payal( touching her thighs)
Chhoo kar dekhlo
(Sab girls ke hansti hain)
Final shot
Camera upar jata hai – lawn pe 5 ladkiyan cold coffee ke beech laughter, teasing, aur full double meaning baaton mein lost. Football se zyada… feelings garam hain yahaan.
Chhat Ki Aakhri Raat”
Time: Raat ke 11:50 PM
Location: Ammu ke ghar ki chhat
Vibe: Midnight silence, thandi hawa, halke badal, aur ek aakhiri mulaqat ki bechaini
Phone Screen – Arjun’s Text
Arjun
Kal subah se tournament start hai... main 7 din ke liye Jaipur se bahar hoon...
Ek baar mil le... bas chhat pe aa jaa... please...
Ammu (typing…)
Itni raat ko kaise aaoon... sab so gaye hain...
Arjun
Toh aur perfect time kya hoga? Sirf tu aur main… aur chand.
Ammu
Hmmm...
I'm coming…
(ek chhoti si smile emoji ke saath)
Cut To: Chhat
Ammu dheere se darwaza kholti hai, moze pehne hue bina awaz kiye kadam rakhti hai… dupatta loose hai, ek soft sa night kurta, face pe thoda nervousness… thoda excitement.
Chhat par Arjun already khada hota hai… railing ke paas… hawa uske baal uda rahi hoti hai…
Jab uski nazar ammu pe padti hai, uska expression ekdum soft ho jaata hai.
Ammu uske paas aake khadi hoti hai, kuch second dono chup rehte hain.
Arjun (breaking the silence)
Pata hai... abhi bhi tujhe dekh ke lagta hai ki time slow motion mein chal raha hai...
Ammu
Aur tujhe dekh ke lagta hai... tu koi filmy line practice kar ke aaya hai...
Arjun (smirking)
Main toh bas tujhe yaad karne ke liye kuch memories chhod ke jaana chahta hoon…
Ammu
7 din hi jaa raha hai… army posting thodi hai…
Arjun (soft tone)
7 din tere bina matlab 7 din bina hawa ke... bina chai ke... bina tere set ke...
Ammu (voice low, teasing)
Tera focus sirf tournament pe rehna chahiye...
Arjun (a step closer)
Mera goal toh tu hai... tournament toh bas formality hai.
(Ammu ki eyelashes thoda blink hoti hain, halka blush)
Ammu
jeet kar aana
Arjun (holds her pinky finger)
Pinky promise… jeet kar lotunga...
Arjun
Main tere liye kuch laya Ammu... Hope tujhe pasand aaye
Ammu (courious)
Kya laya arjun ....
Arjun apna hath aage badhata hai or ek paper packet aage karta hai, Ammu wo uske hath se leti hai or bolti hai
Ammu (eyebrows raising, teasing tone)
Tere gifts ka track record dangerous hai... iss baar kya hai? Bomb?
Arjun (smiling mischievously)
Dil ka bomb toh tu hai… yeh bas wrapping hai...
Ammu cautiously bag kholti hai... andar ek premium undergarments ka elegant new set... soft satin finish... muted peach and pink mixed color... classy, delicate… but clearly intimate.
Ammu (eyes widening slightly, voice low)
Arjun… tu pagal hai kya?
Arjun
Haan… lekin sirf tere liye.
(He steps a little closer, his voice dropping to a whisper)
Only for you, Ammu. Jab tu ise pehnegi… mujhe yaad karegi… bina kuch bole.
Ammu ka chehra gradually blush mein badal jaata hai… uska throat dry ho jaata hai… woh ek second ke liye Arjun ki aankhon mein dekhti hai, fir gift ki taraf.
Arjun (grinning)
Tu jitni khud ko hide karti hai… utni hi beautiful lagti hai, jaan. Tere curves... tere gestures... sab yaad rehte hain mujhe. Har detail.
Ammu (gulabi gaalon ke saath, uski aankhon mein shyness aur thodi fire)
Tujhe yaad rehta hai ya tu yaad rakhta hai?
Arjun (smiling warmly)
Dono. Tera har layer, har andaaz… har set... sirf meri yaadon mein nahi, meri sans mein hai.
Dono ke beech ek thick silence chhaj jaata hai. Arjun uske paas jaata hai... apne haath uske shoulders ke dono side halki si grip mein leta hai...
Arjun
Tu meri ho... har roop mein. Dressed... undressed... annoyed... happy... jab bhi... jaise bhi...
Ammu uska chehra dekhti hai sincere, intense
Ammu uske chest pe halka sa push karti hai not out of anger, just teasingly.
Ammu
Bas... ab jaa. Warna main hi tujhe rok lungi.
Arjun (soft chuckle, leaning close to her ear)
Kabhi kabhi... rukna jeet se zyada zaroori hota hai.
Uske baad woh ek deep look leke, halka sa wink karta hai… aur chhat ke pabangt se dusri taraf jump kar jaata hai — jaise hamesha karta hai.
Ammu uski gift ko haath mein leke kuch second usi jagah khadi rehti hai. Phir dheere se whisper karti hai —
Ammu
Only for me…
Departure... With Her in Mind"
Location: College front gate
Time: Early Morning – 5:50 AM
Mood: Energetic yet emotionally layered
College ke samne ek bright orange bus khadi hoti hai uspe “Inter-College Football Tournament” likha hota hai bold letters mein.
Team ke sab ladke sporty tracksuits mein kuch excitement mein, kuch neend mein, kuch full energy mein.
Taz sabse zyada noise create kar raha hota hai
Taz
Bhaiyo! Aaj ke baad ya toh trophy apni… ya ghar wapas single!
Sab hansne lagte hain, thoda cheer, thoda clapping. Coach whistle bajata hai
Coach
Chalo... countdown shuru!
CUT TO: Arjun
Bus ke sabse aakhri row ka window seat… uska haath khidki par, aankhon mein neend nahi — par kuch aur... kuch yaad.
Bus dheere dheere college gate se nikalti hai. Har mod par… har speedbreaker par… Arjun flashback mein chala jaata hai.
FLASHBACK BEGINS
Ammu ka chhat…
Arjun usse hug kar raha hai peechhe se…
Ammu haas rahi hai, ek moment mein uski aankhon mein spark hai…
Ammu
Tere jaane ke baad... main yaad karungi sirf yehi pal.
Aur tu... sirf mera set yaad karega?
Arjun (smiling)
Main dono yaad karunga... tu bhi… aur tera set bhi.
Phir dono haas padte hain.
Ek aur moment — Arjun Ammu ko god mein utha raha hai, dono ek dusre ko dekh kar soft smile kar rahe hain.
FLASHBACK ENDS
Back to Present
Bus ek sharp turn leti hai Arjun ka shoulder thoda side mein tilt hota hai.
Woh khidki se bahar dekhta hai… Jaipur ki sadak par slow sunrise...
Uske phone pe ek message flash hota hai — "Come back soon, champ. ❤️ - Ammu"
Arjun (andar hi andar, softly)
Wapas aaunga... par iss baar… kuch lekar aaunga
Taz piche se seat par tap karta hai —
Taz
Bhai! Aankho mein ammu aur haathon mein ball ho toh final jeet pakki hai!
Arjun (half smile)
Ball bhi usi ki yaad mein chalti hai…
Scene fade out hota hai — bus highway par nikal chuki hoti hai… Jaipur peeche chhut raha hota hai… lekin uska ek hissa Arjun ke dil mein chal raha hota hai.
Only for You"
Location: Ammu's Room
Time: Early Morning – 6:10 AM
Mood: Soft, romantic, heart-hugging silence
Ammu ke kamre ki khidki se halki si roshni aa rahi hoti hai.
Birds chirp kar rahe hain… ek nayi subah ka aalam hai… lekin uske chehre pe neend ka asar nahi.
Woh bed se quietly uthti hai… ek lamha ruk kar mirror me apne aap ko dekhti hai.
Uske lips pe ek soft, stretched-out smile hai… jaise raat ki koi baat uske dil ko ab tak chhoo rahi ho.
Wardrobe ke paas jaake, woh slowly ek drawer kholti hai.
Andar neatly folded kapdon ke beech rakha hota hai ek soft pastel gift bag.
Usi bag pe likha hota hai — "Only for you."
Handwriting familiar hai — Arjun ki.
Ammu us bag ko nikalti hai… thoda cautious, thoda curious.
Bed pe baith kar dhyan se ribbons kholti hai… aur andar se nikalta hai undergarments ka naya elegant set — peach-pink satin with soft lace detail.
Her fingers run over the fabric — smooth, delicate… almost like a whisper.
Uske chehre ka color subtly change hota hai…
Woh thoda sa blush karti hai… aankhen neeche jhuk jaati hain.
Ammu (dheere se, apne aap se)
Idiot… har baar dil chura leta hai…
Woh set ko apne lap mein rakh kar thodi der bas dekhti rehti hai.
Uski aankhon mein koi sparkle hai… ek thoughtful stillness.
Phir woh slowly ek diary nikalti hai — cover pe likha hota hai "A / A"
Woh diary kholti hai… aur likhna shuru karti hai —
“Kuch log jaate hain kuch laake… aur kuch jaate hain, bina le jaaye sab kuch chhod kar…
Par tu… tu sab kuch le gaya, aur phir bhi… sab kuch chhod gaya mere paas…”
Us moment mein woh sach mein khush hoti hai…
Ek lamha ke liye uska haath uske lap mein rakhe set pe jaata hai…
Aur woh muskurake diary band karti hai.
Mirror me jaake khud ko dekh kar dheere se bolti hai —
Ammu
Aaj main aur pretty dikhungi… kyunki tum mujhe pyaar se dekh chuke ho.
Scene fade hota hai with a soft instrumental tune...
[b]Tension ke beech ek Sukoon"
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Location: College Canteen
Time: 10:30 AM – Just before Arjun’s first tournament match
Canteen mein usual hustle-bustle hai… students idhar-udhar ja rahe hain… sabko pata hai tournament start hone wala hai.
Ek kone ki table par Shanu baithi hoti hai… ek cold coffee aur sandwich ke sath… lekin uski aankhen har dusre second main gate ki taraf uth jaati hain.
Phir entry hoti hai Zaheer ki… white sports tee, hair thoda messed-up… ek dum grounded, calm but internally all over the place.
Zaheer usse nazar milata hai… aur slow steps mein uske table ki taraf aata hai.
Shanu
Itni der laga di? Team ka ex captain match se pehle thoda sa toh chill deserve karta hai.
Zaheer (baithte hue)
Main chill hoon… bas thoda… mind all over the place hai.
Shanu
Toh aaj ke match mein kya plan hai, Mr. Ex-Captain?
Zaheer (shrug karta hai)
Support… cheer… aur ek khaas insaan ke liye blush na karna try karna.
Shanu (mocking serious)
Best of luck with that… because woh khaas insaan bhi tujhe dekhte blush karti hai.
Zaheer ka face brighten hota hai… woh casually table ke neeche uska haath dhoondta hai… thoda sa touch karta hai.
Shanu (thoda jhatakti hai lekin smile karti hai)
Zaheer... yeh canteen hai… terrace nahi.
Zaheer
Haan… terrace ke liye bhi time aayega.
Shanu
Aur tab tak?
Zaheer
Tab tak tu bas dekhte reh… main kya karta hoon.
[b]Camera un dono ke overlapping hands pe zoom karta hai, jahan unka touch subtle, soft… but filled with new beginnings hota hai.[/b]
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