16-07-2025, 10:08 AM
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Location: Arjun ka match – Live Telecast
Background Sound: Crowd ke cheer ki gungunahat aur commentator ka high-octane commentary
Commentator (excited voice)
Aur yeh raha kickoff! Arjun Singh ne ball receive ki hai… kya baat hai, kya footwork! Woh left flank se nikalte hue… defender ko beat kiya… OH YES! YEH MATCH hone wala hai AAG ka dariya!
Camera suddenly CUT TO: Zaheer ka ghar
Time: Evening, barish ka tezz mausam
Background: Barish ki thunderous aawaz, khidki ke sheeshe par boonden, aur living room me TV ka glow
Living area me chaar log…
TV ke saamne sofa par Zaheer aur Shanu side by side baithe hue, ek blanket dono ke pair tak loosely pada hai. Shanu ka haath quietly sofa ke edge par hai, thoda zaheer ke kareeb... lekin koi touch nahi hua abhi tak.
Asma floor pe bethi hai cushion ke saath, ek chhoti si bowl me popcorn leke. Aur corner me Azhar saab apne chai ke cup se halki sips le rahe hain, aankhen TV par.
Azhar (bina aankhen hataaye)
Yeh Arjun… kamal ka ladka hai, pressure me bhi bilkul loose nahi padta.
Shanu apne mug ko haath me ghooma rahi thi, lekin ek chhupi si smile uske lips pe aayi zaheer ka reaction sunke. Zaheer khamosh tha, lekin uski aankhon me ek chhupa hua pride tha — us team ke liye jo ab uski nahi thi.
CUT TO: Kitchen
Ammu gas par pakode sekh rahi thi. Barish ki thap thap sunai de rahi thi, lekin usse zyada jo sunai de raha tha… woh tha Arjun ka naam... baar baar commentator ke through, aur ab to Azhar ke through bhi.
Uska haath slow ho gaya. Pal bhar ke liye pakode ki tray se nazar hataa kar usne window ki taraf dekha — baarish ki boonden aur TV ki reflection, dono uski aankhon me ek shine le aaye.
Commentator background me joshila tha
Commentator
Singh ne ball chura li hai… kya move! Yeh defender uske liye koi rukawat nahi! Aur goal ke saamne… PASS diya gaya… Arjun fir se run karte hue… HE SHOOTS…
TV ROOM
Zaheer (almost under breath)
Maar de… maar de yaar…
Shanu (whispering with wide eyes)
Come on Arjun…
Commentator (shouting)
GOOOOOOOAAAALLLLL!!!
ARJUN SINGH NE DIL JEET LIYA!!!
Kya comeback! Kya finishing!
Living Room
Sab uth kar cheer karte hain. Shanu aur Asma high-five karti hain. Azhar khushi se thali thali mein pakode ki taraf haath badhate hain. Zaheer relaxed ho jata hai, ek halki si exhale — khushi? Ya kuch aur?
CUT TO: Kitchen
Ammu tray me garam pakode rakhte hue thoda muskurati hai… dil me ek naam ghoomta hai — Arjun
Uski aankhon me blush ka ek halka sa rang aa jata hai…
Location: Jodhpur Football Ground
Time: Match ka final whistle baj chuka hai, Arjun ka team jeet chuka hai
Background: Loud cheers, team players Arjun ko hug kar rahe hain, uska naam echo kar raha hai – ARJUN! ARJUN!
Visual:
Arjun thoda thaka hua, sweaty face, messy hair, jersey thodi muddy ho chuki hai. Crowd ka noise slow hone lagta hai… jaise har awaaz mute hoti ja rahi ho…
Sound fades
Background mein ek faint music — soft romantic instrumental chalne lagta hai, jaise kisi dream sequence ka.
Arjun apne haath me football pakad ke ground ke beech khada hota hai, aankhon me kuch alag si chamak…
Arjun (internal monologue)
Sab chillaa rahe hain… sab khush hain… main bhi hoon… par jaise jeet ka taste pura tab aata hai… jab woh sun le...
Uske aankhon ke samne ek pal ke liye Ammu ka face flash hota hai —
Uska muskurata hua chehra… uske wet baal, uski aankhon ki woh halki si narazgi, uska blush…
Arjun (softly, under breath)
Ammu…
Tabhi team ke kuch players uske sar pe paani daal kar masti karte hain. Sab hans rahe hote hain, Arjun bhi zor se ek baar laugh karta hai
Arjun (internal whisper)
Mujhse zyada koi lucky nahi ho sakta…
Uske team mate usse kheech kar again huddle me le jaate hain, lekin Arjun ab pura zone me nahi hai… uska ek hissa abhi bhi us selfie ke peeche chhupa hua hai...
Camera zooms out
Team ke celebration ke beech ek boy, ek champion… khud se kehta hai
“Abhi to sirf ek match jeeta hai, asli reward to baaki hai.”
Time: Late night, post match celebration khatam ho chuka hai
Location: Arjun ka hotel room – Jodhpur
Sab players fresh ho chuke hain, kuch log room me masti kar rahe hain, kuch log dinner ke liye ready ho rahe hain. Arjun apne phone screen ko baar baar check karta hai, lekin reply ka wait ho raha hai.
Phir ek vibration…
Notification: 1 new message from Ammu
Arjun turant screen unlock karta hai.
Message khulta hai — aur uska chehra ek second ke liye blank ho jata hai.
Screen Pe:
Ek photo open hoti hai… jisme bas ammu ke per hote hai bina kisi kapde ka, uske ghutne se leke toe tak ke pet reveal hote hai... Pic mein na uska face na koi or body parts bas ek per par dusra per rakha hua bed par bethi ho jaise or pero par kou kapda nahi ekdm nude
Caption beneath the pic:
You deserve it, Mr. Singh. ??
Visual:
Arjun ki aankhein literally fati ki fati reh jaati hain. Woh phone screen ko do baar zoom karta hai jaise confirm karna ho ke yeh sach me wohi Ammu hai.
Phir uske lips se ek slow, deep whistle nikalti hai.
Arjun
Yeh ladki… yeh ladki mujhe maar degi ek din
Uska room mate peeche se bolta hai
Oye kya dekh raha hai aise? Koi tactical video mil gaya kya opposition ka?
Arjun
Nahi bhai… game abhi abhi shuru hua hai...
Woh phone ko chest ke saath lagata hai ek second ke liye, phir phir se photo kholta hai…
Arjun (internal)
Tu bas ruk ja… final jeet gaya na… toh…
Woh whatsapp kholta hai, typing shuru karta hai, phir delete karta hai. Phir firse likhta hai…
Arjun:
Jaan leli meri... ab agli photo match ke pehle bhejna… taaki motivation bani rahe. ??
Woh send karta hai… aur fir bed pe gir jaata hai…
Chehra pillow me daba kar muffled scream deta hai
Arjun
Salaa main zinda hoon… main sach me zinda hoon!
[Scene Fade Out]
College Canteen – Girls' Corner | Time: 11:45 AM, next day]
Hawa mein match jeetne ka josh hai, lekin girls’ corner mein vibe kuch aur hi spicy chal rahi hai. Table ke around Ammu, Shanu, Priya, Riya, and Fatima bethi hain. Cold coffee, fries, aur ek gossip ka volcano ready to erupt.
Riya
(cheeky smile ke saath Priya ko dekhte hue)
Toh, Mrs. Almost Engaged... kal ka honeymoon ka rehearsal ho gaya ya abhi bhi checklist pending hai?
Fatima
(laughs)
Checklist? Arre usne toh full trial kar liya hoga… shaadi ke pehle hi honeymoon diary bharne wali lagti hai Priya!
Shanu
(teasingly)
Haan haan… bol Priya, Nakul ne kapde design karwaye ya bina kapdo ke hi honeymoon ki planning hai?
Priya
(face in full mock anger, lekin cheeks red)
Shut up, tum sab pagal ho bilkul! Kuch bhi bolte ho yaar!
Ammu
(fake innocent tone mein)
Hum kya bole... tu hi toh keh rahi thi kal... “Mujhe ladke mein boldness pasand hai…” ab boldness ka matlab ab humein samajh aaya.
Riya
Aur ladka toh outstation mein hai na?
Yeh love long distance wala angle bada hot ho gaya lagta hai…
Fatima
Oye Ammu… Priya ko kyun tang kar rahi?
Ammu
(smirking)
Main toh bas guide kar rahi hoon… ab future biwiyon ko tayyari toh rehni chahiye na…
Shanu
(leaning toward Priya with mock concern)
Waise ek baat bata… engagement wale din ke liye outfit finalize ho gaya?
Ya woh bhi... nakul’s choice only?
Priya
(blushing hard, but laughing along)
Bas karo yaar! Tum logon se toh koi secret rakhna hi bekaar hai!
Fatima
Secret rakhna? Tumhare body language aur Insta stories hi sab kuch spill kar rahe…
Kya karoon main itni hot hoon! wala filter laga ke story daali thi... woh kiska idea tha?
Sab hans padti hain, Priya dono haath se chehra chhupane lagti hai.
Shanu
Ek hi toh suggestion hai Priya – honeymoon pe jaa, lekin return ticket cancel karwana mat… warna Nakul toh wahin faint ho jaayega.
Ammu
(sipping coffee)
Ab Nakul se zyada toh Priya excited lagti hai… honeymoon, suit, lingerie, aur poses sab ready…
Fatima
Kya pata usne Nakul ko photo bhi bhej diya ho… just like someone else here...
Ammu choke kar jaati hai cold coffee mein.
Shanu
Control... Queen of Tease!
[Scene Ends on Priya’s embarrassed smile and Ammu's side blush]
[b]Post-College Bike Ride | Time: 4:15 PM | Location: Jaipur ki khuli sadke, golden sunlight mein dhali hui]
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Classes khatam ho chuki thi. Campus ke parking lot se nikalte waqt, Zaheer apni matte black bike ke paas khada tha — helmet handle par latka hua, aur aankhon mein wahi mischievous glint. Tabhi uske peechhe se Shanu aayi — breeze mein udte baalon ke saath, ek haath mein college bag aur dusre se dupatta sambhalte hue.
Shanu
Yeh sudden ride plan hai ya koi aur naya prank?
Zaheer
(grinning, bike ki seat tap karte hue)
Plan bhi main hoon, ride bhi... aur agar tu ready hai, toh destination bhi tu hi hai.
Shanu uski line pe aankhein chhoti karke dekhti hai, lekin cheek thoda sa blush kar jata hai. Helmet pehnte hue uski aankhon mein woh soft sparkle aa jata hai.
Bike chali toh hawa ke jhonke ke saath dono ka mood bhi aur halka ho gaya. Zaheer ne bike highway ki taraf mod di, aur Shanu thoda aur paas aa gayi — dono haath uske peet par, lekin slowly fir kamar tak slide karte hue.
Zaheer
(casually)
Yeh grip ride ke liye hai ya mujhe distract karne ke liye?
Shanu
(playfully)
Tujhe dekh ke toh helmet bhi confuse ho gaya hota... tu bacha kaise hai ab tak bina accident ke?
Zaheer
(accelerator dabaate hue)
Tu peechhe baithi hai... ab accident hone de?
Shanu
(smiling against the wind)
Tera sense of flirt kabhi repair nahi ho sakta.
Zaheer
Usse pehle mujhe yeh bata... tu itni hot kab se lagne lagi?
Shanu ka haath halka sa uske peet par tap karta hai — a soft thump.
Shanu
Bas, line khatam. Tu waise hi flirt karta reh gaya toh tujhe kahin chhod ke chale jaungi.
Zaheer uski baat pe hansi rokh nahi pata. Mirror mein uski aankhon se aankhein milti hai Shanu ki. Slow motion mein, Jaipur ki narrow lanes unke around blur ho jaati hain, aur focus sirf un dono par tik jata hai.
Shanu
(whispering against the wind)
Mujhe darr sirf ek cheez ka lagta hai.
Zaheer
(soft tone)
Kis cheez ka?
Shanu
Yeh ride kahin ruk na jaaye…
Zaheer uski baat pe ek second ke liye serious ho jaata hai... fir ek haath uski thigh par gently rest kar deta hai — protective, caring.
Zaheer
Mere saath wali ride... sirf speed nahi, commitment bhi hoti hai.
Bike slow down hoti hai — roadside ek chai stall ke paas. Zaheer brakes lagata hai, Shanu utarti hai. Dono ki aankhon mein halka sa pyaar, halka sa tease... aur ek promise jaisa kuch.
[b]Scene ends with them standing together — Shanu dupatta sambhalte hue, Zaheer uski aankhon mein kuch aur dhoondte hue.[/b]
[b]Bike thoda sa kone mein park hai. Zaheer aur Shanu ek wooden bench pe baithe hain — ek thaila chai stall ke samne, jahan se elaichi wali chai ki meethi meethi khushboo aa rahi hai. Aas paas gaadiyon ki halke horn aur background mein ek old Rafi song baj raha hai — [i]"abhi na jao chhod kar..."
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Zaheer dono ke liye chai laata hai — ek cup Shanu ke taraf badhata hai.
Zaheer
Lo madam, tumhare jaisi classy ladkiyon ke liye paper cup mein chai... gold plating unavailable thi.
Shanu
(laughs softly, cup lete hue)
Agar gold plating chai mein hoti, toh tu afford nahi kar pata.
Zaheer
Acha? Tu samajhti kya hai mujhe...?
Shanu
(flirty teasing)
Chai ke saath discount mein milne wala free biscuit.
Zaheer ka muh khul jaata hai — mock offense mein.
Zaheer
Tu to kamal hai... ride free, chai free, aur insult bhi free?
Shanu aankh maar ke uski chai ke cup se halki si sip leti hai — jaise uska patience test kar rahi ho
Shanu
Main kya karoon? Tune ek bhi line aisi nahi maari jise main seriously le saku.
Zaheer thoda side se uski aankhon mein dekhta hai — a gaze that lingers a second longer than usual.
Zaheer
Ek line to dil se bol raha hoon ab...
Shanu
(sip lete hue, sarcasm mein)
Chalo bol daalo... aaj ka quota khatam karo.
Zaheer
(softly, thoda serious)
Tu jab ride pe mere peeche baithi thi na... toh laga jaise sab kuch slow ho gaya ho...
Shanu thoda ruki... chai ka sip adhoora reh gaya. Zaheer ki aankhon mein woh usual masti nahi thi — kuch raw, kuch real tha.
Shanu
(softly, a smirk ke saath)
Acha... aur jab main tere peeche se pakad ke baithi thi tab?
Zaheer
Us waqt laga... ke tu sirf haath se nahi, dil se bhi pakad rahi hai mujhe.
Shanu uske is line pe blush nahi karti, lekin aankhon mein chamak aa jaati hai. Ek second ke liye dono chup ho jaate hain. Unke cups se bhap uthi jaa rahi hai, aur dono ke beech... ek khamoshi jo uncomfortable nahi, connected lagti hai.
Shanu
(slowly)
Tu agar aise aur baatein karega na... toh mujhe sach mein tujhe seriously lena pad jaayega.
Zaheer
(smiling)
Aur agar le liya... toh rokunga nahi.
Shanu uske cup se ek aur sip leti hai, lekin is baar nazar Zaheer se nahi hata pati.
Tabhi stall ke paas ek chhota bacha aata hai aur zaheer ke bike ke paas khilkhilate hue bolta hai:
Baccha
Bhaiya, bhabhi bahut sundar hai!
Zaheer aur Shanu dono ek second ke liye freeze ho jaate hain — fir ek zabardast laughter.
Zaheer
(sarcastically bacche ko)
Tu chhota hai par kaam bada kar gaya.
Shanu
(smiling)
Iss bacche ko mai chocolate dungi... sach bolta hai yeh.
Dono fir se ek dusre ko dekh ke haste hain — ek laughter jo casual nahi, deeply comforting hota hai.
Scene fade hota hai chai ki bhap aur us Rafi song ke last lines ke sath...
[b][i]"Kal phir aayenge, yeh baat kya hai..."[/b][/i]
[b][i][b]Ammu's Room | Time: 6:15 PM | Post-Sunset Light Peeking Through Curtains | Room Mein Halki Halki Light Pink Glow]
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Ammu apne bed par padi hai, ek side se uske baal abhi bhi thode se geele, freshly washed. Ek soft cotton ka peach suit pehna hai — dupatta halka sa shoulder pe, aur ek hand towel uske lap mein rakha hua. Phone uske haath mein hai, aur screen pe WhatsApp khula hua hai.
Notifications ki list mein ek message pop hota hai — Priya.
Ammu aankhon mein thoda curiosity ke sath chat open karti hai.
Priya
Tera Mr. Singh toh full form mein lag raha hai... Tisra match bhi jeet gaya! Ab next surprise kya hai? ?
Ammu (muskurate hue, softly whispering to herself)
Pagal hai ye ladki...
Typing indicator blink karta hai — Priya is typing...
Priya
Aur haan... kal jo idea diya tha uske baare mein socha kya?
Ammu ka face suddenly thoda tense, thoda blush mode mein shift hota hai. Wo apne dupatte ko adjust karti hai
Fir aata hai Priya ka ek aur message — thoda bold, thoda teasing.
Priya
Tune selfie bheji, kissing video bhi... now it’s time for something... more thrilling. Tu samajh toh rahi hai na?
Ammu ke haath thode tight ho jaate hai phone ke upar. Wo aankhon se poore room mein idhar-udhar dekhti hai — ek nervous si excitement. Fir wo reply karne ke liye type karti hai... aur phir delete.
Phir se type karti hai...
Ammu
Are you sure... woh thoda zyada bold nahi ho jayega?
Priya
Arre yaar! Chill... Tu galat kuch nahi kar rahi. Ye 2025 hai... and trust me, boys ko pasand hai confident girls... especially jo unke liye thoda “hatke” karein.
Ammu ka face ab red ho chuka hai — blush, thrill aur confusion ka mix. Uski aankhon ke saamne Arjun ka face flash karta hai — woh muskurata hua, woh teasing karte waqt ka expression, woh “only for you” kehne ka andaaz.
She smiles. Thoda uncertain, thoda bold. She whispers...
Ammu
Mr. Singh... ready ho na tum?
She locks the door softly... and scene cuts on her mirror reflection — jaha Ammu apne shoulders se dupatta hatati hai, lekin camera sirf uska confident expression dikhata hai... a girl deciding to take one more step — for herself, for her thrill, for her love.
[b][i][b]Scene fade out...[/b][/b][/i]
Location: Arjun ka match – Live Telecast
Background Sound: Crowd ke cheer ki gungunahat aur commentator ka high-octane commentary
Commentator (excited voice)
Aur yeh raha kickoff! Arjun Singh ne ball receive ki hai… kya baat hai, kya footwork! Woh left flank se nikalte hue… defender ko beat kiya… OH YES! YEH MATCH hone wala hai AAG ka dariya!
Camera suddenly CUT TO: Zaheer ka ghar
Time: Evening, barish ka tezz mausam
Background: Barish ki thunderous aawaz, khidki ke sheeshe par boonden, aur living room me TV ka glow
Living area me chaar log…
TV ke saamne sofa par Zaheer aur Shanu side by side baithe hue, ek blanket dono ke pair tak loosely pada hai. Shanu ka haath quietly sofa ke edge par hai, thoda zaheer ke kareeb... lekin koi touch nahi hua abhi tak.
Asma floor pe bethi hai cushion ke saath, ek chhoti si bowl me popcorn leke. Aur corner me Azhar saab apne chai ke cup se halki sips le rahe hain, aankhen TV par.
Azhar (bina aankhen hataaye)
Yeh Arjun… kamal ka ladka hai, pressure me bhi bilkul loose nahi padta.
Shanu apne mug ko haath me ghooma rahi thi, lekin ek chhupi si smile uske lips pe aayi zaheer ka reaction sunke. Zaheer khamosh tha, lekin uski aankhon me ek chhupa hua pride tha — us team ke liye jo ab uski nahi thi.
CUT TO: Kitchen
Ammu gas par pakode sekh rahi thi. Barish ki thap thap sunai de rahi thi, lekin usse zyada jo sunai de raha tha… woh tha Arjun ka naam... baar baar commentator ke through, aur ab to Azhar ke through bhi.
Uska haath slow ho gaya. Pal bhar ke liye pakode ki tray se nazar hataa kar usne window ki taraf dekha — baarish ki boonden aur TV ki reflection, dono uski aankhon me ek shine le aaye.
Commentator background me joshila tha
Commentator
Singh ne ball chura li hai… kya move! Yeh defender uske liye koi rukawat nahi! Aur goal ke saamne… PASS diya gaya… Arjun fir se run karte hue… HE SHOOTS…
TV ROOM
Zaheer (almost under breath)
Maar de… maar de yaar…
Shanu (whispering with wide eyes)
Come on Arjun…
Commentator (shouting)
GOOOOOOOAAAALLLLL!!!
ARJUN SINGH NE DIL JEET LIYA!!!
Kya comeback! Kya finishing!
Living Room
Sab uth kar cheer karte hain. Shanu aur Asma high-five karti hain. Azhar khushi se thali thali mein pakode ki taraf haath badhate hain. Zaheer relaxed ho jata hai, ek halki si exhale — khushi? Ya kuch aur?
CUT TO: Kitchen
Ammu tray me garam pakode rakhte hue thoda muskurati hai… dil me ek naam ghoomta hai — Arjun
Uski aankhon me blush ka ek halka sa rang aa jata hai…
Location: Jodhpur Football Ground
Time: Match ka final whistle baj chuka hai, Arjun ka team jeet chuka hai
Background: Loud cheers, team players Arjun ko hug kar rahe hain, uska naam echo kar raha hai – ARJUN! ARJUN!
Visual:
Arjun thoda thaka hua, sweaty face, messy hair, jersey thodi muddy ho chuki hai. Crowd ka noise slow hone lagta hai… jaise har awaaz mute hoti ja rahi ho…
Sound fades
Background mein ek faint music — soft romantic instrumental chalne lagta hai, jaise kisi dream sequence ka.
Arjun apne haath me football pakad ke ground ke beech khada hota hai, aankhon me kuch alag si chamak…
Arjun (internal monologue)
Sab chillaa rahe hain… sab khush hain… main bhi hoon… par jaise jeet ka taste pura tab aata hai… jab woh sun le...
Uske aankhon ke samne ek pal ke liye Ammu ka face flash hota hai —
Uska muskurata hua chehra… uske wet baal, uski aankhon ki woh halki si narazgi, uska blush…
Arjun (softly, under breath)
Ammu…
Tabhi team ke kuch players uske sar pe paani daal kar masti karte hain. Sab hans rahe hote hain, Arjun bhi zor se ek baar laugh karta hai
Arjun (internal whisper)
Mujhse zyada koi lucky nahi ho sakta…
Uske team mate usse kheech kar again huddle me le jaate hain, lekin Arjun ab pura zone me nahi hai… uska ek hissa abhi bhi us selfie ke peeche chhupa hua hai...
Camera zooms out
Team ke celebration ke beech ek boy, ek champion… khud se kehta hai
“Abhi to sirf ek match jeeta hai, asli reward to baaki hai.”
Time: Late night, post match celebration khatam ho chuka hai
Location: Arjun ka hotel room – Jodhpur
Sab players fresh ho chuke hain, kuch log room me masti kar rahe hain, kuch log dinner ke liye ready ho rahe hain. Arjun apne phone screen ko baar baar check karta hai, lekin reply ka wait ho raha hai.
Phir ek vibration…
Notification: 1 new message from Ammu
Arjun turant screen unlock karta hai.
Message khulta hai — aur uska chehra ek second ke liye blank ho jata hai.
Screen Pe:
Ek photo open hoti hai… jisme bas ammu ke per hote hai bina kisi kapde ka, uske ghutne se leke toe tak ke pet reveal hote hai... Pic mein na uska face na koi or body parts bas ek per par dusra per rakha hua bed par bethi ho jaise or pero par kou kapda nahi ekdm nude
Caption beneath the pic:
You deserve it, Mr. Singh. ??
Visual:
Arjun ki aankhein literally fati ki fati reh jaati hain. Woh phone screen ko do baar zoom karta hai jaise confirm karna ho ke yeh sach me wohi Ammu hai.
Phir uske lips se ek slow, deep whistle nikalti hai.
Arjun
Yeh ladki… yeh ladki mujhe maar degi ek din
Uska room mate peeche se bolta hai
Oye kya dekh raha hai aise? Koi tactical video mil gaya kya opposition ka?
Arjun
Nahi bhai… game abhi abhi shuru hua hai...
Woh phone ko chest ke saath lagata hai ek second ke liye, phir phir se photo kholta hai…
Arjun (internal)
Tu bas ruk ja… final jeet gaya na… toh…
Woh whatsapp kholta hai, typing shuru karta hai, phir delete karta hai. Phir firse likhta hai…
Arjun:
Jaan leli meri... ab agli photo match ke pehle bhejna… taaki motivation bani rahe. ??
Woh send karta hai… aur fir bed pe gir jaata hai…
Chehra pillow me daba kar muffled scream deta hai
Arjun
Salaa main zinda hoon… main sach me zinda hoon!
[Scene Fade Out]
College Canteen – Girls' Corner | Time: 11:45 AM, next day]
Hawa mein match jeetne ka josh hai, lekin girls’ corner mein vibe kuch aur hi spicy chal rahi hai. Table ke around Ammu, Shanu, Priya, Riya, and Fatima bethi hain. Cold coffee, fries, aur ek gossip ka volcano ready to erupt.
Riya
(cheeky smile ke saath Priya ko dekhte hue)
Toh, Mrs. Almost Engaged... kal ka honeymoon ka rehearsal ho gaya ya abhi bhi checklist pending hai?
Fatima
(laughs)
Checklist? Arre usne toh full trial kar liya hoga… shaadi ke pehle hi honeymoon diary bharne wali lagti hai Priya!
Shanu
(teasingly)
Haan haan… bol Priya, Nakul ne kapde design karwaye ya bina kapdo ke hi honeymoon ki planning hai?
Priya
(face in full mock anger, lekin cheeks red)
Shut up, tum sab pagal ho bilkul! Kuch bhi bolte ho yaar!
Ammu
(fake innocent tone mein)
Hum kya bole... tu hi toh keh rahi thi kal... “Mujhe ladke mein boldness pasand hai…” ab boldness ka matlab ab humein samajh aaya.
Riya
Aur ladka toh outstation mein hai na?
Yeh love long distance wala angle bada hot ho gaya lagta hai…
Fatima
Oye Ammu… Priya ko kyun tang kar rahi?
Ammu
(smirking)
Main toh bas guide kar rahi hoon… ab future biwiyon ko tayyari toh rehni chahiye na…
Shanu
(leaning toward Priya with mock concern)
Waise ek baat bata… engagement wale din ke liye outfit finalize ho gaya?
Ya woh bhi... nakul’s choice only?
Priya
(blushing hard, but laughing along)
Bas karo yaar! Tum logon se toh koi secret rakhna hi bekaar hai!
Fatima
Secret rakhna? Tumhare body language aur Insta stories hi sab kuch spill kar rahe…
Kya karoon main itni hot hoon! wala filter laga ke story daali thi... woh kiska idea tha?
Sab hans padti hain, Priya dono haath se chehra chhupane lagti hai.
Shanu
Ek hi toh suggestion hai Priya – honeymoon pe jaa, lekin return ticket cancel karwana mat… warna Nakul toh wahin faint ho jaayega.
Ammu
(sipping coffee)
Ab Nakul se zyada toh Priya excited lagti hai… honeymoon, suit, lingerie, aur poses sab ready…
Fatima
Kya pata usne Nakul ko photo bhi bhej diya ho… just like someone else here...
Ammu choke kar jaati hai cold coffee mein.
Shanu
Control... Queen of Tease!
[Scene Ends on Priya’s embarrassed smile and Ammu's side blush]
[b]Post-College Bike Ride | Time: 4:15 PM | Location: Jaipur ki khuli sadke, golden sunlight mein dhali hui]
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Classes khatam ho chuki thi. Campus ke parking lot se nikalte waqt, Zaheer apni matte black bike ke paas khada tha — helmet handle par latka hua, aur aankhon mein wahi mischievous glint. Tabhi uske peechhe se Shanu aayi — breeze mein udte baalon ke saath, ek haath mein college bag aur dusre se dupatta sambhalte hue.
Shanu
Yeh sudden ride plan hai ya koi aur naya prank?
Zaheer
(grinning, bike ki seat tap karte hue)
Plan bhi main hoon, ride bhi... aur agar tu ready hai, toh destination bhi tu hi hai.
Shanu uski line pe aankhein chhoti karke dekhti hai, lekin cheek thoda sa blush kar jata hai. Helmet pehnte hue uski aankhon mein woh soft sparkle aa jata hai.
Bike chali toh hawa ke jhonke ke saath dono ka mood bhi aur halka ho gaya. Zaheer ne bike highway ki taraf mod di, aur Shanu thoda aur paas aa gayi — dono haath uske peet par, lekin slowly fir kamar tak slide karte hue.
Zaheer
(casually)
Yeh grip ride ke liye hai ya mujhe distract karne ke liye?
Shanu
(playfully)
Tujhe dekh ke toh helmet bhi confuse ho gaya hota... tu bacha kaise hai ab tak bina accident ke?
Zaheer
(accelerator dabaate hue)
Tu peechhe baithi hai... ab accident hone de?
Shanu
(smiling against the wind)
Tera sense of flirt kabhi repair nahi ho sakta.
Zaheer
Usse pehle mujhe yeh bata... tu itni hot kab se lagne lagi?
Shanu ka haath halka sa uske peet par tap karta hai — a soft thump.
Shanu
Bas, line khatam. Tu waise hi flirt karta reh gaya toh tujhe kahin chhod ke chale jaungi.
Zaheer uski baat pe hansi rokh nahi pata. Mirror mein uski aankhon se aankhein milti hai Shanu ki. Slow motion mein, Jaipur ki narrow lanes unke around blur ho jaati hain, aur focus sirf un dono par tik jata hai.
Shanu
(whispering against the wind)
Mujhe darr sirf ek cheez ka lagta hai.
Zaheer
(soft tone)
Kis cheez ka?
Shanu
Yeh ride kahin ruk na jaaye…
Zaheer uski baat pe ek second ke liye serious ho jaata hai... fir ek haath uski thigh par gently rest kar deta hai — protective, caring.
Zaheer
Mere saath wali ride... sirf speed nahi, commitment bhi hoti hai.
Bike slow down hoti hai — roadside ek chai stall ke paas. Zaheer brakes lagata hai, Shanu utarti hai. Dono ki aankhon mein halka sa pyaar, halka sa tease... aur ek promise jaisa kuch.
[b]Scene ends with them standing together — Shanu dupatta sambhalte hue, Zaheer uski aankhon mein kuch aur dhoondte hue.[/b]
[b]Bike thoda sa kone mein park hai. Zaheer aur Shanu ek wooden bench pe baithe hain — ek thaila chai stall ke samne, jahan se elaichi wali chai ki meethi meethi khushboo aa rahi hai. Aas paas gaadiyon ki halke horn aur background mein ek old Rafi song baj raha hai — [i]"abhi na jao chhod kar..."
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Zaheer dono ke liye chai laata hai — ek cup Shanu ke taraf badhata hai.
Zaheer
Lo madam, tumhare jaisi classy ladkiyon ke liye paper cup mein chai... gold plating unavailable thi.
Shanu
(laughs softly, cup lete hue)
Agar gold plating chai mein hoti, toh tu afford nahi kar pata.
Zaheer
Acha? Tu samajhti kya hai mujhe...?
Shanu
(flirty teasing)
Chai ke saath discount mein milne wala free biscuit.
Zaheer ka muh khul jaata hai — mock offense mein.
Zaheer
Tu to kamal hai... ride free, chai free, aur insult bhi free?
Shanu aankh maar ke uski chai ke cup se halki si sip leti hai — jaise uska patience test kar rahi ho
Shanu
Main kya karoon? Tune ek bhi line aisi nahi maari jise main seriously le saku.
Zaheer thoda side se uski aankhon mein dekhta hai — a gaze that lingers a second longer than usual.
Zaheer
Ek line to dil se bol raha hoon ab...
Shanu
(sip lete hue, sarcasm mein)
Chalo bol daalo... aaj ka quota khatam karo.
Zaheer
(softly, thoda serious)
Tu jab ride pe mere peeche baithi thi na... toh laga jaise sab kuch slow ho gaya ho...
Shanu thoda ruki... chai ka sip adhoora reh gaya. Zaheer ki aankhon mein woh usual masti nahi thi — kuch raw, kuch real tha.
Shanu
(softly, a smirk ke saath)
Acha... aur jab main tere peeche se pakad ke baithi thi tab?
Zaheer
Us waqt laga... ke tu sirf haath se nahi, dil se bhi pakad rahi hai mujhe.
Shanu uske is line pe blush nahi karti, lekin aankhon mein chamak aa jaati hai. Ek second ke liye dono chup ho jaate hain. Unke cups se bhap uthi jaa rahi hai, aur dono ke beech... ek khamoshi jo uncomfortable nahi, connected lagti hai.
Shanu
(slowly)
Tu agar aise aur baatein karega na... toh mujhe sach mein tujhe seriously lena pad jaayega.
Zaheer
(smiling)
Aur agar le liya... toh rokunga nahi.
Shanu uske cup se ek aur sip leti hai, lekin is baar nazar Zaheer se nahi hata pati.
Tabhi stall ke paas ek chhota bacha aata hai aur zaheer ke bike ke paas khilkhilate hue bolta hai:
Baccha
Bhaiya, bhabhi bahut sundar hai!
Zaheer aur Shanu dono ek second ke liye freeze ho jaate hain — fir ek zabardast laughter.
Zaheer
(sarcastically bacche ko)
Tu chhota hai par kaam bada kar gaya.
Shanu
(smiling)
Iss bacche ko mai chocolate dungi... sach bolta hai yeh.
Dono fir se ek dusre ko dekh ke haste hain — ek laughter jo casual nahi, deeply comforting hota hai.
Scene fade hota hai chai ki bhap aur us Rafi song ke last lines ke sath...
[b][i]"Kal phir aayenge, yeh baat kya hai..."[/b][/i]
[b][i][b]Ammu's Room | Time: 6:15 PM | Post-Sunset Light Peeking Through Curtains | Room Mein Halki Halki Light Pink Glow]
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Ammu apne bed par padi hai, ek side se uske baal abhi bhi thode se geele, freshly washed. Ek soft cotton ka peach suit pehna hai — dupatta halka sa shoulder pe, aur ek hand towel uske lap mein rakha hua. Phone uske haath mein hai, aur screen pe WhatsApp khula hua hai.
Notifications ki list mein ek message pop hota hai — Priya.
Ammu aankhon mein thoda curiosity ke sath chat open karti hai.
Priya
Tera Mr. Singh toh full form mein lag raha hai... Tisra match bhi jeet gaya! Ab next surprise kya hai? ?
Ammu (muskurate hue, softly whispering to herself)
Pagal hai ye ladki...
Typing indicator blink karta hai — Priya is typing...
Priya
Aur haan... kal jo idea diya tha uske baare mein socha kya?
Ammu ka face suddenly thoda tense, thoda blush mode mein shift hota hai. Wo apne dupatte ko adjust karti hai
Fir aata hai Priya ka ek aur message — thoda bold, thoda teasing.
Priya
Tune selfie bheji, kissing video bhi... now it’s time for something... more thrilling. Tu samajh toh rahi hai na?
Ammu ke haath thode tight ho jaate hai phone ke upar. Wo aankhon se poore room mein idhar-udhar dekhti hai — ek nervous si excitement. Fir wo reply karne ke liye type karti hai... aur phir delete.
Phir se type karti hai...
Ammu
Are you sure... woh thoda zyada bold nahi ho jayega?
Priya
Arre yaar! Chill... Tu galat kuch nahi kar rahi. Ye 2025 hai... and trust me, boys ko pasand hai confident girls... especially jo unke liye thoda “hatke” karein.
Ammu ka face ab red ho chuka hai — blush, thrill aur confusion ka mix. Uski aankhon ke saamne Arjun ka face flash karta hai — woh muskurata hua, woh teasing karte waqt ka expression, woh “only for you” kehne ka andaaz.
She smiles. Thoda uncertain, thoda bold. She whispers...
Ammu
Mr. Singh... ready ho na tum?
She locks the door softly... and scene cuts on her mirror reflection — jaha Ammu apne shoulders se dupatta hatati hai, lekin camera sirf uska confident expression dikhata hai... a girl deciding to take one more step — for herself, for her thrill, for her love.
[b][i][b]Scene fade out...[/b][/b][/i]
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