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Update 49
Scene: Zaheer’s House – Sham Ka Waqt
Time: 6:15 PM | Location: Living Room, Zaheer’s House
Mood: Baarish ki chamak, chai-pakodo ki khushboo, aur ek football match ka high-tension moment
Bahar tez baarish ho rahi thi. Chhatt se girte paani ki rhythm ek alag hi background score ban chuki thi. Rasoi se kadak chai aur pakode ki khushboo poore ghar mein fail gayi thi, jaise har kisi ke mood ko automatically festive kar diya ho.
Living room ka setup simple tha, lekin vibe zabardast —
TV par projector se Arjun ke football tournament ka second match live stream ho raha tha.
Azhar sofa ke corner par comfortably baith kar screen se chipak chuka tha.
Zaheer aur Shanu ek hi sofa ke alag end par baithkar match dekh rahe the, beech me ek cushion ka gap — officially.
Asma floor par ek gadda bichha kar relaxed pose mein baithi thi, lekin uska dhyaan match ke sath-sath Ammu par bhi tha.
Cut to Kitchen – Ammu
Ammu stove ke saamne khadi thi, haath mein chamach leke pakode palat rahi thi. Lekin uske kaan living room ki taraf the.
Azhar (screen ki taraf dekhte hue)
Dekho! Arjun phir se flank se ghusa... kya speed hai is ladke ki! Mash,.'!
Asma (has kar)
Bas ab goal maar de… toh main bhi fan ban jaaun!
Ammu ne halki si blush karte hue apni aankhon se stove ki aanch kam ki. Uske lips pe ek muskaan thi, lekin wo chhupane ki koshish kar rahi thi.
Ammu (andar hi andar, muskurate hue)
Pata nahi kyu… tere naam ki tareef sun ke lagta hai jaise meri hi ho rahi ho...
Cut to: Living Room – The Real Game
Zaheer ne TV ki taraf dekhne ka bahana banaya… aur dheere se apna haath Shanu ki thigh par rakh diya.
Shanu ki aankhen wide ho gayi… usne ek second mein zaheer ki taraf dekha, lekin kuch nahi kaha.
Uske cheek ka pink deepen kar gaya.Phir next 5 minutes baad… Zaheer ne apna hand Shanu ki kamar ke paas le jaake ek halki si chikoti kaat li.
Shanu (suddenly uchalti hai)
Ayyooo!
Azhar (TV se aankh hata ke)
Kya hua? Ball laga kya tujhe?
Shanu (fake smile ke sath)
Nahi… matlab... ball nahi, thoda tea chahiye shayad.
Asma (laugh karte hue)
Tere reaction se laga red card mil gaya ho!
Zaheer screen pe concentrate dikh raha tha, lekin uske lips ke kone ek guilty victorious smile le aaye.
Cut to Kitchen – Ammu Entry with Pakode
Ammu ek tray leke aayi — steaming hot pakode aur adrak wali chai.
Azhar
Arey wah! Yeh hui na baat… Arjun ground me jalwa dikhaye aur ghar me Ammu!
Woh tray table par rakh kar wapas jaane lagti hai, lekin Azhar bol padte hain
Azhar
Baith ja beta, Arjun ka goal aane wala hai…
Ammu thoda jhijhakti hai, lekin baith jati hai, aur apne blush ko sametne ki koshish karti hai.
Zaheer ne corner of eye se dekha ki Ammu ka expression soft ho gaya hai.Usne screen ki taraf dekhte hue ek aur baar Shanu ke haath ko touch kiya — is baar, bas pinky finger se.
Shanu ne uske finger ko halki si tight grip se roka… no smile, no words… just silence with spark.
TV pe Arjun ek corner se run karta hai… commentator chillaata hai
"AND IT’S A GOAL! WHAT A FINISH!"
Ghar mein sab chillate hai —
Azhar
Yeh hui na baat! Arjun ne phir dikhaya kamaal!
Asma
Woh goal nahi, missile tha!
Shanu aur Zaheer dono ek dusre ki taraf dekhe…
aur phir aankhon ke through ek hi emotion share kiya: “Tum mere ho.”
Scene ends with chai ke cup se uthane wali bhap aur window pe baarish ki tapping.
[b]Ammu & Shanu – Late Night Gossip[/b]
Time: 11:47 PM | Location: Ammu’s Bedroom
Mood: Calm, intimate, dosti se bhara hua
Kamra thoda halka dim tha, sirf ek table lamp ki naram roshni mein sab kuch sukoon bhara lag raha tha. Window ke paar halki thandak aur door se kitchen ke taraf se garam doodh ke ubalne ki awaaz aa rahi thi.
Ammu aur Shanu dono floor pe carpet par bethi thi, ek dusre ke opposite, dono ke haath mein chai ka cup.
Shanu
Mujhe lagta hai... tu kuch kehna chahti hai, par rok leti hai.
Ammu
Tujhe hamesha sab pehle kaise samajh aa jaata hai?
Shanu (halki si muskaan ke saath)
Dost hoon... aur tu kuch bolti nahi tab bhi teri aankhon mein likha hota hai.
Ammu thoda sa cup se chai leti hai, phir seedha uski aankhon mein dekhti hai.
Ammu
Bas kabhi kabhi lagta hai... sab kuch kehna zaroori nahi hota. Har baat ka waqt hota hai.
Shanu
Aur tu waqt ka intezar karti hai?
Ammu
Nahi... bas chahti hoon ki jab kuch bolun, toh sach mein uska matlab ho. Jab bolun, toh khud se bhi sach hoon.
Shanu thoda serious ho gayi thi. Usne chai ka cup side mein rakha aur dono haath lap pe fold kar liye.
Shanu
Main bhi ab yeh samajhne lagi hoon... ki sab kuch andar rakhna healthy nahi hota. Kuch baatein... sirf bol deni chahiye, takay mann halka ho jaaye.
Ammu
Sahi kaha. Waise bhi... waqt ka kya bharosa?
Shanu ne yeh line repeat ki jaise uske andar kuch trigger ho gaya ho. Uski aankhon mein ek chamak si aa gayi.
Shanu
Tu jaanti hai... yeh line simple lagti hai, par dil ko seedha lag jaati hai.
Ammu
Kyuki sach hai. Jo dil mein hai, wo dil mein mat rakho. Nikal do. Chahe khushi ho, dard ho ya pyaar.
Dono thodi der tak chup rahi. Sirf cup se uthti garam bhap, aur neeche bicha hua floor mat thoda garam lag raha tha.
Shanu (thoda hansi rok ke)
Tu na... kabhi kabhi meri therapist lagti hai.
Ammu
Aur tu kabhi kabhi meri diary. Bolti kam hai, par sab sambhal leti hai.
Dono muskura kar ek doosre ke shoulders se halki si takra gayi.
Raat badhti gayi, chai thandi pad gayi... lekin dosti ke uss ek late night moment ne unke beech ek aur layer jod di thi — khamoshi mein samajhne wali.
Scene Fade
Window se thunderstorm ka reflection or bahar tip tip boondon ki aawaz ke sath badalon ka garzan... dono ke beech ek unsaid sa promise ki ab kuch bhi dil mein nahi rakha jaayega.
Next Morning – 8:30 AM – Ammu’s Room
Khidkiyon se halki si roshni chhanni lagi thi. Room me ek halka sa geela-pan tha, jaise bas abhi-abhi koi naha kar nikla ho.
Ammu mirror ke saamne khadi thi. Gile baal kandhon par gir rahe the… ek halki si muskurahat uske chehre par.Pink pastel suit ka dupatta loosely shoulder par tha… neckline thodi exposed thi, lekin sab kuch naturally elegant lag raha tha.
Usne phone uthaya. Camera front mode pe kiya.
Ek perfect angle liya… face crop mein nahi dikh raha, bas suit ko shoulder-down frame — gile baal, neckline, ilaichi color ka bra strap aur ek confident aura.
Click.
Ek selfie.
Ammu ne photo gallery me dekha… phir thoda sa blush karte hue caption type kiya:
"This is your second award, Mr. Champion Singh.
Let’s see how badly you want the third ?"
Send.
Scene Cut To: Jodhpur Tournament Camp – Same Time
Arjun practice ke liye ready ho raha hota hai. Uska phone buzz karta hai.
Notification: 1 image from Ammu
Wo turant screen slide karta hai.
Photo open hoti hai — Arjun ka reaction pehle shock… fir ek naughty smile…
Arjun
Bhai… ab toh teesra match jaan pe khelke jeetunga.
Uska teammate puchta hai
Kya mila itna motivation?
Arjun
Bas samajh le... trophy ghar se hi mil rahi hai.
College Canteen – Girls Corner
Time: Late morning, around 11:45 AM
Gossip ka full mood chal raha tha. Priya table ke centre mein baithi thi, aur uske aas-paas Ammu, Shanu, Neha aur Riya chipki hui thi, jaise koi celebrity interview hone ja raha ho.
Shanu
Toh bata Priya, honeymoon ka plan kaha ka hai? Paris ya Phuket?
Riya
Phuket sahi rahega… thoda thoda thandak bhi… aur thoda thoda garam garam mahol bhi…
(Neha aur Ammu zor se hansi chhupa leti hain. Priya aankhon se maarne lagti hai.)
Priya
Chup karo yaar... Nakul yeh sab sun leta toh shadi cancel kar deta...
Ammu (teasingly)
Cancel? Matlab tum logon ne itni booking already kar li hai?
Shanu
Bas itna bata… pehla match kab aur kis stadium mein khelegi?
Riya
Stadium? Mujhe toh pitch ke dimensions jaane hai. Nakul ki fitness bhi check ki kya?
Neha
Arre fitness se yaad aaya… suna hai Nakul ke abs dekh ke Priya ka BP high rehta hai...
Priya (blushing, aankhen chhupate hue)
Tum log pagal ho poore ke poore!
Shanu (laughing)
Pagal toh tab honge jab tu apna match-winning smile dikhayegi shaadi wale din...
Ammu (nazar mila ke bolti hai)
Bas ek baat dhyaan rakhna Priya… wardrobe malfunction se zyada dangerous hota hai emotional malfunction…
Sab hansne lagti hain. Priya sir pakad ke muskurati hai, lekin aankhon mein woh sparkle hoti hai jo ek bride-to-be ke chehre pe hi aata hai.
Shanu (softly)
Nakul sach mein lucky hai…
Riya
Lucky toh hum hain jo Priya ka pre-marriage uncensored version dekh rahe hain!
(Priya ek tissue uthake Riya ko fake maarne jaati hai, sab full laughter mode mein chali jaati hai.)
Canteen Scene – Continuation
Time: Around 12:15 PM
Location: College Canteen, corner bench near the side wall
Group ke sab members coffee lene ya restroom ke excuse se udhar-udhar nikal gaye the. Ab table par sirf Ammu aur Priya thi. Priya apne straw se slow sip le rahi thi aur Ammu thoda hesitant, lekin uske chehre par ek chhupi si excitement thi.
Ammu
Tu ne jaisa bola tha... maine selfie bheji... aur woh video bhi. Uska reaction... uff. Pura pagal ho gaya tha.
Priya (naughtily eyebrow raise karte hue)
Obvious hai babe… tu koi aam ladki thodi hai. Par ab?
Ammu uski taraf jhukti hai, thoda dheere bolti hai, jaise kisi ne sun na le
Ammu
Ab main soch rahi thi... aur kya surprise de sakti hoon… kuch aisa jo yaad rahe tournament ke dinon mein… lekin…
Priya aankhon se smile karte hue thoda aur jhukti hai, aur uske kaan ke paas halki si füsfusaahat mein ek idea deti hai.Ammu ka chehra ekdum freeze ho jaata hai… aankhen khul jaati hai, aur cheekon ka pink tint ek second me deep blush me badal jaata hai. Woh ek second ke liye bas Priya ko dekhti rehti hai
Ammu
Tu pagal hai kya… woh mujhe galat samjhega toh?
Priya shoulders utha ke casual style mein kehti hai
Priya
Chill babe… ladko ko aisi ladkiyan pasand aati hain jo unke sath khul kar rahe. Agar usne tujhe already accept kiya hai... toh yeh uske liye bas ek cherry on top hai. Trust me.
Ammu ke lips thode parted hote hai… aankhon me ab bhi hesitation tha, lekin uske dil me excitement ki halki halchal bhi. Woh apne fingers se cheek lightly rub karti hai, jaise blush ko chhupana chahti ho. Uski aankhon me ek soft sparkle… ek naughty idea jo ab uske mind me proper seat le chuka tha.
Usne apna phone uthaya… gallery scroll ki… aur Priya ki taraf mushkura ke sir hila diya.
Ammu (half-whisper)
Tu rehne de… ab mujhe idea mil gaya hai.
Priya (smirking)
Bas yeh baat yaad rakh… team jitni chahiye match... utna surprise wala pressure bhi badhta jayega. Ready rehna Ammu Singh.
Priya ke ammu ke sath singh kehne par ammu blush karti hai or neck thoda tilt karke, hair tuck karte hue Priya ki aankhon me dekhti hai,
Ek slow confident nod deti hai, jisme ab doubt nahi tha… sirf plan tha.
[b]Time: 2:45 PM
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Location: College Library, third row near the window
Library me ek dum seher jaisi khamoshi thi. Dhoop ka ek patla sa beam shanu ke curly hair par pad raha tha. Dono ek hi table ke opposite side par baithe the, thick reference books khule the — par dono ki aankhen pages par nahi, ek dusre par tikti ja rahi thi.
Table ke neeche, zaheer ka pair halki si touch karta hai shanu ki thigh ko. Pehle to shanu ne ignore kiya. Doosri baar jab rub hua, to usne aankhon ki chhoti si movement se usse dekha… zaheer usi serious book-reading pose me tha.
Shanu
Zaheer…
Woh uski aankhon me dekhti hai, narrowed eyes ke sath
Shanu
Tu kuch zyada hi fast mode me nahi ja raha?
Zaheer, bina nazar hataye, usi mischievous calm mein uski taraf jhukta hai thoda
Zaheer
Fast kaha… abhi to bas thighs tak hi rub kar raha hoon.
Agar tu chahe, to aur aage bhi jaa sakta hoon.
Shanu ka chehra ek second ke liye tight ho jata hai, lekin phir woh aankhon me blush aur muskaan le aati hai. Uski aankhen, zaheer ke flirt ko pura absorb karti hain. Woh apne pen ki tip se page par circles banate hue keh deti hai, halki si smile ke sath:
Shanu
Dream on, Captain Zaheer.
Zaheer uski aankhon me dekhta hai, aur ek slow confident wink deta hai. Phir casually apni kitaab ki taraf dekh kar bolta hai, jaise kuch hua hi nahi.
Zaheer
Book ka naam kya tha? Human Anatomy?
Shanu
Tere sense of humour ka anatomy to main tod dungi agar abhi chup nahi hua to.
Aur dono apne page me jhuk jaate hain… lekin dono ki aankhon me wo spark chhupi hoti hai, jo books ke words se zyada intense thi.
Scene
Time: 4:15 PM
Location: Nikhat’s home, drawing room window-side couch
Weather: Baarish ho rahi hai — halki halki, lekin constant
Drawing room ki ek side par bada glass window tha, jiske baahar baarish ki boonden slowly behti ja rahi thi. Window ke samne ek beige couch, jahan Nikhat baithi thi — relaxed pose mein, ek oversized t-shirt aur comfortable black shorts pehne hue. Hair loosely tied, kuch strands cheek par chipak gaye the halki humidity se.
Table par ek steaming coffee mug tha, uske side mein TV remote. She pressed the button — screen par Arjun ka team warm-up kar raha tha. Commentary ki aawaz halki thi, lekin match ka energy slowly room me ghulne laga.
Nikhat ne apna ek pair sofa par fold kiya, dusre se rhythmically cushion ko tap karti rahi. Uska chehra blank nahi tha… thoda composed, thoda unsettled.
TV ki roshni uske cheekbones ko highlight kar rahi thi. Baarish ki halki halki awaaz, coffee ki khushboo, aur Arjun ka naam sunte hi uske haathon ka thoda sa tighten ho jaana — sab kuch ek unsaid restlessness jaisa feel kar raha tha.
Nikhat slowly screen ki taraf lean karti hai. Uski aankhon me kuch tha... jaise ek sawaal, ek silence, ya ek emotional dhund.
Camera dhire dhire uske face par zoom karta hai. Uski aankhen slightly moist, lekin koi aansu nahi. Lips closed, lekin dil me kuch baatein. Background me sirf baarish ki sound chal rahi hoti hai.
Scene fades out
Camera uske face ke extreme close-up par tik jaata hai... uske cheek par ek chhoti si drop — baarish ki ya coffee steam ki… pata nahi.
Scene: Zaheer’s House – Sham Ka Waqt
Time: 6:15 PM | Location: Living Room, Zaheer’s House
Mood: Baarish ki chamak, chai-pakodo ki khushboo, aur ek football match ka high-tension moment
Bahar tez baarish ho rahi thi. Chhatt se girte paani ki rhythm ek alag hi background score ban chuki thi. Rasoi se kadak chai aur pakode ki khushboo poore ghar mein fail gayi thi, jaise har kisi ke mood ko automatically festive kar diya ho.
Living room ka setup simple tha, lekin vibe zabardast —
TV par projector se Arjun ke football tournament ka second match live stream ho raha tha.
Azhar sofa ke corner par comfortably baith kar screen se chipak chuka tha.
Zaheer aur Shanu ek hi sofa ke alag end par baithkar match dekh rahe the, beech me ek cushion ka gap — officially.
Asma floor par ek gadda bichha kar relaxed pose mein baithi thi, lekin uska dhyaan match ke sath-sath Ammu par bhi tha.
Cut to Kitchen – Ammu
Ammu stove ke saamne khadi thi, haath mein chamach leke pakode palat rahi thi. Lekin uske kaan living room ki taraf the.
Azhar (screen ki taraf dekhte hue)
Dekho! Arjun phir se flank se ghusa... kya speed hai is ladke ki! Mash,.'!
Asma (has kar)
Bas ab goal maar de… toh main bhi fan ban jaaun!
Ammu ne halki si blush karte hue apni aankhon se stove ki aanch kam ki. Uske lips pe ek muskaan thi, lekin wo chhupane ki koshish kar rahi thi.
Ammu (andar hi andar, muskurate hue)
Pata nahi kyu… tere naam ki tareef sun ke lagta hai jaise meri hi ho rahi ho...
Cut to: Living Room – The Real Game
Zaheer ne TV ki taraf dekhne ka bahana banaya… aur dheere se apna haath Shanu ki thigh par rakh diya.
Shanu ki aankhen wide ho gayi… usne ek second mein zaheer ki taraf dekha, lekin kuch nahi kaha.
Uske cheek ka pink deepen kar gaya.Phir next 5 minutes baad… Zaheer ne apna hand Shanu ki kamar ke paas le jaake ek halki si chikoti kaat li.
Shanu (suddenly uchalti hai)
Ayyooo!
Azhar (TV se aankh hata ke)
Kya hua? Ball laga kya tujhe?
Shanu (fake smile ke sath)
Nahi… matlab... ball nahi, thoda tea chahiye shayad.
Asma (laugh karte hue)
Tere reaction se laga red card mil gaya ho!
Zaheer screen pe concentrate dikh raha tha, lekin uske lips ke kone ek guilty victorious smile le aaye.
Cut to Kitchen – Ammu Entry with Pakode
Ammu ek tray leke aayi — steaming hot pakode aur adrak wali chai.
Azhar
Arey wah! Yeh hui na baat… Arjun ground me jalwa dikhaye aur ghar me Ammu!
Woh tray table par rakh kar wapas jaane lagti hai, lekin Azhar bol padte hain
Azhar
Baith ja beta, Arjun ka goal aane wala hai…
Ammu thoda jhijhakti hai, lekin baith jati hai, aur apne blush ko sametne ki koshish karti hai.
Zaheer ne corner of eye se dekha ki Ammu ka expression soft ho gaya hai.Usne screen ki taraf dekhte hue ek aur baar Shanu ke haath ko touch kiya — is baar, bas pinky finger se.
Shanu ne uske finger ko halki si tight grip se roka… no smile, no words… just silence with spark.
TV pe Arjun ek corner se run karta hai… commentator chillaata hai
"AND IT’S A GOAL! WHAT A FINISH!"
Ghar mein sab chillate hai —
Azhar
Yeh hui na baat! Arjun ne phir dikhaya kamaal!
Asma
Woh goal nahi, missile tha!
Shanu aur Zaheer dono ek dusre ki taraf dekhe…
aur phir aankhon ke through ek hi emotion share kiya: “Tum mere ho.”
Scene ends with chai ke cup se uthane wali bhap aur window pe baarish ki tapping.
[b]Ammu & Shanu – Late Night Gossip[/b]
Time: 11:47 PM | Location: Ammu’s Bedroom
Mood: Calm, intimate, dosti se bhara hua
Kamra thoda halka dim tha, sirf ek table lamp ki naram roshni mein sab kuch sukoon bhara lag raha tha. Window ke paar halki thandak aur door se kitchen ke taraf se garam doodh ke ubalne ki awaaz aa rahi thi.
Ammu aur Shanu dono floor pe carpet par bethi thi, ek dusre ke opposite, dono ke haath mein chai ka cup.
Shanu
Mujhe lagta hai... tu kuch kehna chahti hai, par rok leti hai.
Ammu
Tujhe hamesha sab pehle kaise samajh aa jaata hai?
Shanu (halki si muskaan ke saath)
Dost hoon... aur tu kuch bolti nahi tab bhi teri aankhon mein likha hota hai.
Ammu thoda sa cup se chai leti hai, phir seedha uski aankhon mein dekhti hai.
Ammu
Bas kabhi kabhi lagta hai... sab kuch kehna zaroori nahi hota. Har baat ka waqt hota hai.
Shanu
Aur tu waqt ka intezar karti hai?
Ammu
Nahi... bas chahti hoon ki jab kuch bolun, toh sach mein uska matlab ho. Jab bolun, toh khud se bhi sach hoon.
Shanu thoda serious ho gayi thi. Usne chai ka cup side mein rakha aur dono haath lap pe fold kar liye.
Shanu
Main bhi ab yeh samajhne lagi hoon... ki sab kuch andar rakhna healthy nahi hota. Kuch baatein... sirf bol deni chahiye, takay mann halka ho jaaye.
Ammu
Sahi kaha. Waise bhi... waqt ka kya bharosa?
Shanu ne yeh line repeat ki jaise uske andar kuch trigger ho gaya ho. Uski aankhon mein ek chamak si aa gayi.
Shanu
Tu jaanti hai... yeh line simple lagti hai, par dil ko seedha lag jaati hai.
Ammu
Kyuki sach hai. Jo dil mein hai, wo dil mein mat rakho. Nikal do. Chahe khushi ho, dard ho ya pyaar.
Dono thodi der tak chup rahi. Sirf cup se uthti garam bhap, aur neeche bicha hua floor mat thoda garam lag raha tha.
Shanu (thoda hansi rok ke)
Tu na... kabhi kabhi meri therapist lagti hai.
Ammu
Aur tu kabhi kabhi meri diary. Bolti kam hai, par sab sambhal leti hai.
Dono muskura kar ek doosre ke shoulders se halki si takra gayi.
Raat badhti gayi, chai thandi pad gayi... lekin dosti ke uss ek late night moment ne unke beech ek aur layer jod di thi — khamoshi mein samajhne wali.
Scene Fade
Window se thunderstorm ka reflection or bahar tip tip boondon ki aawaz ke sath badalon ka garzan... dono ke beech ek unsaid sa promise ki ab kuch bhi dil mein nahi rakha jaayega.
Next Morning – 8:30 AM – Ammu’s Room
Khidkiyon se halki si roshni chhanni lagi thi. Room me ek halka sa geela-pan tha, jaise bas abhi-abhi koi naha kar nikla ho.
Ammu mirror ke saamne khadi thi. Gile baal kandhon par gir rahe the… ek halki si muskurahat uske chehre par.Pink pastel suit ka dupatta loosely shoulder par tha… neckline thodi exposed thi, lekin sab kuch naturally elegant lag raha tha.
Usne phone uthaya. Camera front mode pe kiya.
Ek perfect angle liya… face crop mein nahi dikh raha, bas suit ko shoulder-down frame — gile baal, neckline, ilaichi color ka bra strap aur ek confident aura.
Click.
Ek selfie.
Ammu ne photo gallery me dekha… phir thoda sa blush karte hue caption type kiya:
"This is your second award, Mr. Champion Singh.
Let’s see how badly you want the third ?"
Send.
Scene Cut To: Jodhpur Tournament Camp – Same Time
Arjun practice ke liye ready ho raha hota hai. Uska phone buzz karta hai.
Notification: 1 image from Ammu
Wo turant screen slide karta hai.
Photo open hoti hai — Arjun ka reaction pehle shock… fir ek naughty smile…
Arjun
Bhai… ab toh teesra match jaan pe khelke jeetunga.
Uska teammate puchta hai
Kya mila itna motivation?
Arjun
Bas samajh le... trophy ghar se hi mil rahi hai.
College Canteen – Girls Corner
Time: Late morning, around 11:45 AM
Gossip ka full mood chal raha tha. Priya table ke centre mein baithi thi, aur uske aas-paas Ammu, Shanu, Neha aur Riya chipki hui thi, jaise koi celebrity interview hone ja raha ho.
Shanu
Toh bata Priya, honeymoon ka plan kaha ka hai? Paris ya Phuket?
Riya
Phuket sahi rahega… thoda thoda thandak bhi… aur thoda thoda garam garam mahol bhi…
(Neha aur Ammu zor se hansi chhupa leti hain. Priya aankhon se maarne lagti hai.)
Priya
Chup karo yaar... Nakul yeh sab sun leta toh shadi cancel kar deta...
Ammu (teasingly)
Cancel? Matlab tum logon ne itni booking already kar li hai?
Shanu
Bas itna bata… pehla match kab aur kis stadium mein khelegi?
Riya
Stadium? Mujhe toh pitch ke dimensions jaane hai. Nakul ki fitness bhi check ki kya?
Neha
Arre fitness se yaad aaya… suna hai Nakul ke abs dekh ke Priya ka BP high rehta hai...
Priya (blushing, aankhen chhupate hue)
Tum log pagal ho poore ke poore!
Shanu (laughing)
Pagal toh tab honge jab tu apna match-winning smile dikhayegi shaadi wale din...
Ammu (nazar mila ke bolti hai)
Bas ek baat dhyaan rakhna Priya… wardrobe malfunction se zyada dangerous hota hai emotional malfunction…
Sab hansne lagti hain. Priya sir pakad ke muskurati hai, lekin aankhon mein woh sparkle hoti hai jo ek bride-to-be ke chehre pe hi aata hai.
Shanu (softly)
Nakul sach mein lucky hai…
Riya
Lucky toh hum hain jo Priya ka pre-marriage uncensored version dekh rahe hain!
(Priya ek tissue uthake Riya ko fake maarne jaati hai, sab full laughter mode mein chali jaati hai.)
Canteen Scene – Continuation
Time: Around 12:15 PM
Location: College Canteen, corner bench near the side wall
Group ke sab members coffee lene ya restroom ke excuse se udhar-udhar nikal gaye the. Ab table par sirf Ammu aur Priya thi. Priya apne straw se slow sip le rahi thi aur Ammu thoda hesitant, lekin uske chehre par ek chhupi si excitement thi.
Ammu
Tu ne jaisa bola tha... maine selfie bheji... aur woh video bhi. Uska reaction... uff. Pura pagal ho gaya tha.
Priya (naughtily eyebrow raise karte hue)
Obvious hai babe… tu koi aam ladki thodi hai. Par ab?
Ammu uski taraf jhukti hai, thoda dheere bolti hai, jaise kisi ne sun na le
Ammu
Ab main soch rahi thi... aur kya surprise de sakti hoon… kuch aisa jo yaad rahe tournament ke dinon mein… lekin…
Priya aankhon se smile karte hue thoda aur jhukti hai, aur uske kaan ke paas halki si füsfusaahat mein ek idea deti hai.Ammu ka chehra ekdum freeze ho jaata hai… aankhen khul jaati hai, aur cheekon ka pink tint ek second me deep blush me badal jaata hai. Woh ek second ke liye bas Priya ko dekhti rehti hai
Ammu
Tu pagal hai kya… woh mujhe galat samjhega toh?
Priya shoulders utha ke casual style mein kehti hai
Priya
Chill babe… ladko ko aisi ladkiyan pasand aati hain jo unke sath khul kar rahe. Agar usne tujhe already accept kiya hai... toh yeh uske liye bas ek cherry on top hai. Trust me.
Ammu ke lips thode parted hote hai… aankhon me ab bhi hesitation tha, lekin uske dil me excitement ki halki halchal bhi. Woh apne fingers se cheek lightly rub karti hai, jaise blush ko chhupana chahti ho. Uski aankhon me ek soft sparkle… ek naughty idea jo ab uske mind me proper seat le chuka tha.
Usne apna phone uthaya… gallery scroll ki… aur Priya ki taraf mushkura ke sir hila diya.
Ammu (half-whisper)
Tu rehne de… ab mujhe idea mil gaya hai.
Priya (smirking)
Bas yeh baat yaad rakh… team jitni chahiye match... utna surprise wala pressure bhi badhta jayega. Ready rehna Ammu Singh.
Priya ke ammu ke sath singh kehne par ammu blush karti hai or neck thoda tilt karke, hair tuck karte hue Priya ki aankhon me dekhti hai,
Ek slow confident nod deti hai, jisme ab doubt nahi tha… sirf plan tha.
[b]Time: 2:45 PM
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Location: College Library, third row near the window
Library me ek dum seher jaisi khamoshi thi. Dhoop ka ek patla sa beam shanu ke curly hair par pad raha tha. Dono ek hi table ke opposite side par baithe the, thick reference books khule the — par dono ki aankhen pages par nahi, ek dusre par tikti ja rahi thi.
Table ke neeche, zaheer ka pair halki si touch karta hai shanu ki thigh ko. Pehle to shanu ne ignore kiya. Doosri baar jab rub hua, to usne aankhon ki chhoti si movement se usse dekha… zaheer usi serious book-reading pose me tha.
Shanu
Zaheer…
Woh uski aankhon me dekhti hai, narrowed eyes ke sath
Shanu
Tu kuch zyada hi fast mode me nahi ja raha?
Zaheer, bina nazar hataye, usi mischievous calm mein uski taraf jhukta hai thoda
Zaheer
Fast kaha… abhi to bas thighs tak hi rub kar raha hoon.
Agar tu chahe, to aur aage bhi jaa sakta hoon.
Shanu ka chehra ek second ke liye tight ho jata hai, lekin phir woh aankhon me blush aur muskaan le aati hai. Uski aankhen, zaheer ke flirt ko pura absorb karti hain. Woh apne pen ki tip se page par circles banate hue keh deti hai, halki si smile ke sath:
Shanu
Dream on, Captain Zaheer.
Zaheer uski aankhon me dekhta hai, aur ek slow confident wink deta hai. Phir casually apni kitaab ki taraf dekh kar bolta hai, jaise kuch hua hi nahi.
Zaheer
Book ka naam kya tha? Human Anatomy?
Shanu
Tere sense of humour ka anatomy to main tod dungi agar abhi chup nahi hua to.
Aur dono apne page me jhuk jaate hain… lekin dono ki aankhon me wo spark chhupi hoti hai, jo books ke words se zyada intense thi.
Scene
Time: 4:15 PM
Location: Nikhat’s home, drawing room window-side couch
Weather: Baarish ho rahi hai — halki halki, lekin constant
Drawing room ki ek side par bada glass window tha, jiske baahar baarish ki boonden slowly behti ja rahi thi. Window ke samne ek beige couch, jahan Nikhat baithi thi — relaxed pose mein, ek oversized t-shirt aur comfortable black shorts pehne hue. Hair loosely tied, kuch strands cheek par chipak gaye the halki humidity se.
Table par ek steaming coffee mug tha, uske side mein TV remote. She pressed the button — screen par Arjun ka team warm-up kar raha tha. Commentary ki aawaz halki thi, lekin match ka energy slowly room me ghulne laga.
Nikhat ne apna ek pair sofa par fold kiya, dusre se rhythmically cushion ko tap karti rahi. Uska chehra blank nahi tha… thoda composed, thoda unsettled.
TV ki roshni uske cheekbones ko highlight kar rahi thi. Baarish ki halki halki awaaz, coffee ki khushboo, aur Arjun ka naam sunte hi uske haathon ka thoda sa tighten ho jaana — sab kuch ek unsaid restlessness jaisa feel kar raha tha.
Nikhat slowly screen ki taraf lean karti hai. Uski aankhon me kuch tha... jaise ek sawaal, ek silence, ya ek emotional dhund.
Camera dhire dhire uske face par zoom karta hai. Uski aankhen slightly moist, lekin koi aansu nahi. Lips closed, lekin dil me kuch baatein. Background me sirf baarish ki sound chal rahi hoti hai.
Scene fades out
Camera uske face ke extreme close-up par tik jaata hai... uske cheek par ek chhoti si drop — baarish ki ya coffee steam ki… pata nahi.
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