ARJUN vs ZAHEER

[Greenwood]

Update 51

Zaheer ka Living Room | Time: 5:00 PM | Bahar halki si dhoop aur thandi hawa | TV par Quarter Final Match ki Countdown Chal Rahi Hai]

Living room mein sab log settle ho rahe hain. Sofa pe Azhar, ek side Zaheer, uske bagal mein Shanu, aur beech mein chhoti si curious Asma apni usual innocent tone mein pooch leti hai…

Asma

Baba… yeh quarter final kya hota hai?

Azhar (smiling, TV ki taraf dekhte hue)

Beta... tournament mein chaar level hote hain. Pehle hota hai group stage, uske baad quarter final — jismein 8 team hoti hain. Phir hota hai semi-final, aur phir final. Quarter final matlab... jo is match mein jeetega, wo semi-final mein jayega.

Asma (eyes wide open, excitedly)

Toh agar aaj Arjun bhaiya ki team jeeti... toh semi-final or haari to bahar ??

Zaheer (TV se nazar hata kar confidently)

nahi harenge...

Shanu ne side glance diya, Zaheer ki confident tone par uski aankhon mein ek sparkle si aayi. Woh halki si muskaan ke saath blush kar gayi — jaise usse har baar Zaheer ka aise confidently bolna secretly bahut achha lagta hai.

Usi moment, Ammu tray mein chai ke cup aur ek steel plate mein namkeen le kar aayi. Uska dupatta shoulder pe loose tha, cheeks thode se pink — thoda excitement, thoda anticipation.

Ammu

Lo sab log... garam garam chai.

Asma ne sabse pehle cup uthaya, fir Zaheer ne Azhar ke liye pass kiya.

Ammu (casually)

Main bhi dekhne baithi hoon... aaj ka match important hai na.

Wo Asma ke bagal mein floor pe baith gayi — dono behnein ek hi direction mein TV ki taraf focused thi. Chai ki khushboo, TV ki commentary, aur ghar ke andar ka woh warm, fuzzy atmosphere — ek perfect mix tha excitement aur bonding ka.

TV screen par match ki teams warm-up kar rahi thi.

Commentator (background mein)

Aur aaj ka match hai high stakes quarter final... jeetne wali team karegi semi-finals mein entry!

Ammu, chai ki chuski ke saath softly bolti hai…

Ammu

All the best, Mr. Singh…

Uska voice itna halka tha ki sirf uska cup sun sakta.

Scene fade out, focus TV par jahan Arjun ki team ka naam flash hota hai.

Living area ka mahaul festive tha. TV par match ka live stream chal raha tha, aur har corner mein tension aur excitement ka asar tha.

Zaheer ek side corner sofa pe baitha tha, paas hi Shanu – dono ek hi sofa share kar rahe the, beech mein cushion tha par aankhon ka connection uninterrupted. Asma centre table ke paas floor pe folded legs mein baithi thi, dono haathon se apni thali sambhalti. Azhar saab apne aakhri sip chai ka le rahe the, aur aankhen TV screen par tikaye hue thi.

TV se commentator ki awaaz gunjti hai

Commentator

Aur yahaan se shuru ho chuki hai... Jodhpur stadium se direct live coverage! College ke star player Arjun Singh ka aaj ka performance... saari ummeedein usi par hain!

Shanu ne ek second ke liye Zaheer ki taraf dekha, uska face serious tha, jab Arjun screen pe dikhta hai…

Kitchen se Ammu tray le kar aayi, garma garam pakode aur chai. Uska chehra blush kar raha tha, TV par Arjun ka face dekh kar. Chupchaap tray table par rakhti hai aur Asma ke paas jaake baith jaati hai, par aankhen screen se nahi hatti.

Azhar (smiling)

Arjun toh aag laga raha hai is baar. Zamaana yaad rakhega ye tournament.

Match Screen – Last Minute Goal Moment

Commentator (screaming)

Aur yeh ball... Arjun ke paas... dod raha hai... goalkeeper ke bilkul samne... shot liya...

GOOOOOOOAAALLL!!!

Ghar mein taaliyon ki goonj!

Shanu excitement mein uchal gayi – Asma ne uska haath pakad kar zor se jhatka diya

Zaheer bhi ek second ke liye excited hokar taali baja deta hai

Azhar

Mujhe toh shuru se pata tha, Arjun usi waqt maarta hai jab waqt nikal raha hota hai!

Ammu blush karte hue quietly ek sip leti hai… lekin uski aankhon mein Arjun ki image ghoom rahi hoti hai — screen pe haath failaye, victory ke pose mein.Zaheer aur Shanu ke beech, table ke neeche ek halki si thokar lagi — dono ke haath touch hue, ek chhoti si eye contact aur ek secretive si smile — jaise victory un dono ki ho gayi ho.

Match ka junoon abhi bhi sab ke chehron par tha. TV screen par Arjun apne teammates ke saath hansi-mazaak kar raha tha, uska chehra chamak raha tha... sweat, pride, aur victory ki ek alag roshni thi uske chehre par.

Shanu ne Asma ke shoulders ko pyaar se tapkaaya

Table ke neeche phir se ek halki si chhup chhupi…

Zaheer apni chai uthata hai, lekin uski ungliyaan phir se accidentally shanu ki fingers ko chhoo jaati hain.

Shanu neeche dekh ke blush karti hai aur slow motion mein use aankhon se warning deti hai... lekin us warning mein ek narazgi nahi, ek tease chhupa hota hai.

Zaheer (whispers)

Tu pakdi jaayegi ek din mere kaaran...

Shanu (halki si neck tilt karke, bina bole aankhon se kehti hai)

Toh tu chhod de...

Zaheer (soft smirk)

Bina chhuye rehna mushkil lagta hai.

Ammu meanwhile quietly corner mein baithi, apni chai mein bar bar dunk karte hue biscuit tod rahi thi... lekin uski aankhon mein kuch aur hi tha. TV screen par Arjun ka zoomed-in close-up chal raha tha — uska thoda messed up hair, cheek pe mitti, collar thoda khula… Arjun camera mein smile kar raha tha jaise screen ke us paar sirf Ammu hi ho.

Ammu (andar hi andar, softly)

You really did it, Mr. Singh...

Asma (suddenly bol padti hai)

Didi… ab to party honi chahiye!

Azhar

Party toh hogi... par semi-final ke baad. Tab double reason hoga celebrate karne ka.

Ammu (ek smirk ke sath)

Double reward bhi milega...

Zaheer ne seedha uski taraf dekha

TV pe background mein commentators Arjun ki tareef kar rahe hote hain

Commentator

Aaj ke is match ke man of the match Arjun Singh! Ek baar phir se sabit kiya ki woh sirf ek player nahi, ek poori team ka jazba hai...

Azhar

Jeetne waale ladke... humare ghar ke daamaan se jude hue hain. ,.' barkat de in sab rishtey mein.

Ammu apni chai ki cup ko zor se hold karti hai… uske haathon mein ek bechaini si thi. Ek jazba jo ruk nahi raha tha. TV ki volume kam hoti hai... aur camera zoom karta hai shanu aur zaheer ke haathon pe — dono thoda thoda pass aa chuke the.

CUT TO

Ammu apna phone uthati hai… gallery open karti hai... aur ek unseen, saved photo select karti hai —

Caption:

You deserve it, Mr. Singh ❤️

Ammu’s Room – Late Evening, Post-Match Victory

Dim yellow lamp ki roshni, khidki se thandi hawa andar aa rahi hai. TV ka sound band ho chuka hai. Ghar shaant hai. Ammu apne room mein aati hai – match jeetne ke baad, Arjun ka reward ke liye… par uske dil mein ek naya jazba, ek nayi masti ubhar ke aa rahi hoti hai.

Darwaza dheere se band hota hai – ek halki si click ke saath.

Ammu kuch der wahan khadi rehti hai, peechhe se uske wet hair ka kuch resham sa lachak uski gardan se chipak raha hota hai.

Ammu

(andar hi andar muskurate hue)

Tisra reward mil gaya… ab agla

Woh mirror ke saamne jaake khadi hoti hai. Apna dupatta dheere se side mein rakhti hai — ek graceful movement, jaise kisi classical raag ki thaap.

Uski aankhon ka contact khud se hota hai – seedha mirror mein. Pehle aankhen, fir cheekbones… phir uski nazar jaati hai apne hi curves par.

Ammu

(slowly, soft breath ke sath)

Yeh hi sab pasand hai na tujhe…

Woh apne shoulder pe haath le jaake halka sa touch karti hai, jaise us jagah Arjun ki yaadon ki warmth ho.

Thoda camera uske side se focus karta hai — uske neckline se leke waistline tak. Ammu thoda turn karti hai apne reflection ke samne, aur ek teasing smile leti hai… woh vali smile jo sirf Arjun ke liye reserved hai.

Ammu

(teasing whisper jaisi tone mein)

Teesre reward ke liye main ready hoon, Mr. Singh… par is baar… surprise mera hoga.

Woh apne phone ka front camera on karti hai — screen mein apna pose dekhti hai, ek hand side waist pe, neck thoda tilt, eyes slightly playful, apne baal khol leti hai aur apna suit ka daman ek taraf se utha kar apni navel se upar tak lati hai jisse uska bellybutton show hota hai aur photo click karne se pehle ruk jaati hai.

Woh apne lips ko halka sa press karti hai… fir bolti hai

Ammu

(softly)

Nakul ki engagement wali Priya… tu badi dangerous nikli.

And click khichikkkkkk

Uske face pe laali aa jaati hai — woh aankhon se thoda sharma ke camera band karti hai… aur apni almari ki taraf chali jaati hai…

Woh almari ke ek kone mein Arjun ka diya hua gift box rakha dekhti hai — uski aankhon mein ek sparkle.

Scene ends with a slow instrumental bgm... camera Ammu ke smiling reflection pe zoom karta hai.

Late night. Jodhpur. Hotel room.

Arjun fresh ho chuka tha… tournament ke first two matches mein team ne shandar performance diya tha. Dinner ke baad sab players apne apne rooms mein chale gaye the, koi stretching kar raha tha, koi physio se consult, koi Netflix chalu karke relaxed mood mein.

Arjun apne bed par tha… ek thakaa thakaa sa smile uske chehre pe tha. Par aankhon mein ek alag si roshni… ek alag si talaash.

Usne apna phone uthaya. WhatsApp khola.

Screen blink ki.

"1 new message from Ammu"

Arjun ke lips pe ek slow smirk aaya. Usne screen swipe ki.

Message khula…

Ek photo. Caption ke saath.

“You deserve it, Mr. Singh ☕?”

Aur jaise hi image load hui…

Arjun seedha uth kar bed ke edge pe aa baitha. Uski aankhen photo pe atak gayi thi.uska dupatta side mein rakha hua tha. Uska toned flat belly clearly visible tha, navel center mein spark kar raha tha. Soft light uske curves pe fall kar rahi thi… hair open, freshly washed… photo mein face ka lower half dikha tha, thoda seductive smile ke saath.

Uska thumb screen pe hi ruk gaya… aankhon ka shine badh gaya… ek dum se halka gulp liya… haath se photo zoom kiya… navel pe…

Usne phone thoda seene se lagaya… aur fir hila ke sir hila diya jaise control mein rehne ki koshish kar raha ho…

Arjun

Ammu... tu mujhe pagal kar degi ek din.

Usne fir se phone screen unlock kiya… image ko ek baar aur dekha… is baar thoda zyada zoom karke… ek soft sigh uske lips se nikal gayi…

Arjun

Bas ab aur nahi… agla match jeet gaya na… to main seedha Jaipur… aur seedha teri chhat.

Woh ek chhoti si reply type karta hai…

“Safe nahi hai tere jaise reward itne late milna… mujhe neend kaise aayegi ab?”

Uske saath ek winking emoji.

Send.

Aur woh phone rakh ke light off karta hai… lekin aankhon mein ab neend nahi… sirf ek chehra… Ammu.

Scene fade out on Arjun’s room window… bahar Jodhpur ki shaant raat, aur andar ek jung jaisi halchal.

[b]Same time. Jaipur. Ammu’s room.[/b]

Raat ka waqt… ghar ke sab log apne kamron mein jaa chuke the. Ammu apne bed par late hue thi… uska phone table pe pada tha, lekin aankhein ceiling ki taraf thi.

Wo photo bhejne ke baad ek ajeeb si halkaapan mehsoos ho raha tha. Jaise kuch dare se bandh rakha tha… aur ab chhoot gaya ho.

Table lamp ki warm yellow light uske kamar tak ki bedsheet pe bikhri thi… baalon ki ek ladi uske neck se hote hue pillow tak aa chuki thi.

Achanak phone ki screen blink ki…

Ek message.

Ammu ne halka sa jhuk kar phone uthaya. Screen par Arjun ka naam tha.

Message unlock kiya…

"Safe nahi hai tere jaise reward itne late milna… mujhe neend kaise aayegi ab?"

Saath mein ek cheeky wink emoji.

Ammu ka chehra usi pal ek naram si muskaan se bhar gaya.

Usne phone ko haathon mein le kar thodi der tak dekha… message padhte padhte aankhon mein ek dreamy si chamak aa gayi.

Phir usne phone ko band kiya… aur apne seene se laga liya jaise kisi yaad ko sambhal ke rakha ho.

Koi reply nahi kiya.

Bas ek halka sa sigh liya… aankhein band ki… aur chhoti chhoti muskaan ke saath pillow mein chhup gayi.

Dheere dheere… raat uske cheek pe us smile ke saath dhalti gayi…

Scene fade out on Ammu’s sleeping face… ek khushi bhara sukoon… ek adhoora reply… ek poora ehsaas.

Agli subah ka waqt. Jaipur. Ammu’s room.

Window ke sheer curtains se halki dhoop andar ghus rahi thi. Fan ki halki ghoomti awaaz ke beech, room mein ek narmi thi… ek halka garam-cold balance, jaise subah ki neend aur nayi umeed ek hi chaadar mein lipti ho.

Camera slowly pan karta hai… bed par ammu ulte lete hue thi. Uska ek haath pillow ke neeche, doosra haath uske phone ke aas paas. Baal thode se bikhre hue. Light uske cheek pe pad rahi thi.

Ek second ke liye uske honton pe woh raat wala smile wapas aaya.

Cut to

Ammu aankh kholti hai. Phone uthati hai. Screen par Arjun ka wahi raat ka message open hai…

"Safe nahi hai tere jaise reward itne late milna… mujhe neend kaise aayegi ab?"

Ammu (apne aap se)

Neend mujhe bhi kaha aayi thi…

Wo phone lock karti hai, aur thoda stretch kar ke uthti hai. Mirror ke paas jaake rukti hai. Baal halki se messy bun mein bandhne lagti hai, par phir chhod deti hai.

Wardrobe se ek casual pastel kurti nikaalti hai, usse dekh ke halki si muskaan aati hai.

Phir ek nazar mirror mein khud ko dekhti hai… aankhen Arjun ke bheje gaye comment ki yaad se chamak jaati hai.

Flashback (soft echo tone):

Arjun

(voice over tone mein)

Tera curve… aur yeh navel… bas kehna nahi aata mujhe... lekin yeh meri weakness ban chuke hain.

Ammu ki aankhen usi flashback mein halki si blush karti hain. Uska haath apni waistline pe jaata hai, jahan dupatta naturally girta hai.

Ammu (under breath, muskurate hue)

Mental hai tu Singh…

She slips into her kurti slowly… aur room ke atmosphere mein ek nayi energy aa jaati hai.

Cut to:

Ammu kitchen mein jaati hai, lekin har kuch routine lagta hai. Dimaag abhi bhi us raat ke message aur photo pe hai. Uska phone beep karta hai — group chat ki kuch messages.

Fir ek aur message…

Arjun

"Today’s the semifinal. Tu dekh rahi hogi na?"

Ammu phone dekh kar halka sa smirk karti hai…

Ammu (voice low)

Dekhungi… aur jeetne par reward bhi milega.

She slides the phone into her dupatta’s fold… ek confident look ke saath kitchen ki taraf badhti hai…

Ammu apna phone on karti hai and chat me ek naam find karti hai, screen par Priya likha hua aata hai or ammu kuch type karke send karti hai or camera ki taraf dekh kar smile karti hai...

Ammu (teasing tone)

Get ready singh, is baar nahi Bach paoge....

And she busying in her daily work and collage ke liye nikal jati hai...

Camera Ammu ke piche se dikha raha hai jaha wo gali me jake mood jati hai or camera se gayab ho jati hai....