17-07-2025, 09:39 AM
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Update 52
College Canteen – Late Morning, Around 11:45 AM
Canteen ka left side corner – girls’ favourite adda. Table ke chaaron taraf ek colourful chaos tha – coffee mugs, open notebooks, tote bags, aur beech mein tha Priya, jiska chehra blush se laal tha. Uske haath mein ek wedding lehenga ka pamphlet tha, aur uski doston ne use gher rakha tha jaise shaadi us sabki ho.
Ritika
(Priya ke haath se pamphlet kheenchti hai)
Arey waah madam! Itna deep neck blouse? Nakul dekh ke wahin faint na ho jaaye?
Meghna
Aur yeh wala lehenga… itna backless! Aunty kya bolengi?
Sab mein ek zor ki hansi chhutti.
Priya
(blushing, sharmaate hue)
Shut up yaar! Tum logon ke chakkar mein meri shaadi ke pehle divorce ho jaayega.
Sneha
Shopping kab jaa rahe ho fir?
Priya
Kal Sunday hai na. Mom aur bua ke sath jaa rahi hoon, tum sab bhi chalo yaar!
Ritika
Done! Full gang chalegi… waise bhi mujhe bhi ek new kurta lena hai. Tumhari engagement ke naam pe hum sab wardrobe update karenge.
Sab ek dusre se high-five karte hain, laughter, teasing and some background music playing on canteen speakers – “Shaam gulabi, seene mein jalan si hai…”
Cut To:
Corridor se thoda distance par – Shanu aur Zaheer.
Shanu crowd se thoda peechhe khadi hoti hai, ek side ka dupatta shoulder pe casually loose, haathon mein diary, aur aankhen sidha Zaheer par.
Zaheer bhi dusri taraf se chal ke aa raha hota hai – jaise uske pair jaane anjaane usi taraf modte ho.
Dono ki aankhon ka low-key eye contact hota hai.
Shanu thoda sa nakhre se nazar hata leti hai.
Zaheer apna bag adjust karta hai, lekin chhupke se one-hand flying kiss bhejta hai.
Shanu ka face bas ek uncontrolled smile mein khil jaata hai, par wo zyada react nahi karti. Sirf ek half-eyeroll ke saath blush karti hai.
Door se Priya usse dekh leti hai.
Priya
(teasing tone mein)
Waise Shanu, tere liye bhi lehenga shopping chalu kar dein kya?
Shanu
(act smart wali smile ke sath)
Nahi… main bas earrings lene chalungi… baaki sab baad mai.
Sab girls milke cheekhne lagti hain – “Ooooooo!”
Scene fade out on high-pitched giggles and soft romantic bgm.
Nikhat’s Office Room – Late Afternoon, around 4:30 PM
Nikhat apne minimal, elegant office cabin mein baithi hoti hai. Desk par ek half-finished coffee, ek closed laptop, aur ek open file jis par ab uski nazar nahi pad rahi hoti. She stretches back in her chair, thoda sa thakawat bhara saans leti hai.
She murmurs softly under her breath
Aaj ka quota ho gaya...
She stands, loosens her hair jo clip mein bandha tha, aur halki muskurahat ke saath glass wall ke paas jaake khadi ho jaati hai.
Tabhi office corridor se kuch ladkiyon की laughter and chatter sunai deti hai.
Ladki 1
Us Arjun ki match dekhi kal? Kya goal maara tha last moment pe!
Ladki 2
Uska Insta profile check kiya? Damn, wo toh ekdum actor jaisa lagta hai! Kya smile hai uski!
Ladki 3
I swear, agar Nikhat ma'am na hoti na, toh main Arjun ki fan club president hoti!
(Ladkiyaan aage nikal jaati hain, unki hansi hallway mein ghoomti rehti hai.)
Nikhat ka chehra neutral rehta hai, lekin uski aankhon mein ek chhupi si halchal dikh jaati hai. Wo pal bhar ke liye unki taraf dekhti hai, phir slowly apne desk tak lautti hai.Chair par baith kar, apna phone uthati hai. Lock screen kholti hai. Ek pause.
Fir thumb screen par scroll karta hai.
Instagram app khulta hai.
Arjun ki match ke pics.
Pehle ek group photo – jahan Arjun center mein hai,uska confident smile camera ke beech tak chhalk raha hota hai.Nikhat thoda sa rukti hai… ek aur pic scroll karti hai. Is baar close-up.Arjun – mudkar dekhta hua, sweat dripping from his forehead, eyes focused.
Nikhat ke lips pe ek almost invisible smile aati hai… wo ek aur pic par pause karti hai… usme Arjun balcony par casually baitha hota hai, kuch likhta hua… shirt ka top button open… breezy but intense.
Wo phone lock karti hai, thoda sa blank expression ke sath khadi hoti hai. Purse uthati hai aur door ki taraf badhti hai.Jab door kholti hai, ek second ke liye rukti hai, aur chali jaati hai.
Arjun’s Tournament Camp – Early Morning, 6:15 AM, Jodhpur outskirts
Ek wide drone shot se scene open hota hai – camp ke aas-paas red desert mitti, ek taraf field jaha practice session hone wala hai, dusri taraf kuch white tents jisme players thoda thoda ready ho rahe hai. Suraj naya naya ug raha hai, orange light sab kuch soft bana rahi hai.
Cut to: Arjun – sitting alone on the edge of the practice bench.
Uske pair me studs hai, lekin shoelaces abhi tak bandh nahi kiye. Haath me ek towel jise wo halki si tight grip me pakda hua hai. Uska chehra calm hai, lekin aankhon me ek alag focus dikh raha hai – jaise kuch prove karna ho… khud se bhi, aur duniya se bhi.
Arjun (internal monologue)
Bas ek aur step.Phir final.
Aur phir... mujhe wapas uske paas jaana hai kuch aur lekar, sirf trophy nahi... reward bhi.
Wo towel apne shoulder par daal kar phone nikalta hai, screen on karta hai. Ammu ke bheje huye reward wale photo ka preview dikhta hai. Screen blink karta hai par Arjun sirf ek second us photo ko dekhta hai… uske lips pe ek curve aata hai... aisi smile jo sirf Arjun jaisi masti aur intensity mila ke laa sakti hai.
Arjun (softly, under breath)
Mr. Singh deserves more.
Background mein uski team ka coach seeti bajata hai.
Coach (door se)
Arjun! Warm-up in five!
Arjun uthane hi wala hota hai, phir ek aur baar phone screen dekhta hai – Ammu ka naam abhi bhi top pe pinned chat me dikh raha hai. Wo thoda rukh kar type karta hai.
Text on screen
Semifinal today. I’ll play like you’re watching every move. Save a bigger reward. I’ll earn it.
Message sent.
Arjun phone rakhta hai, shoelace tight karta hai, aur khud se bolta hai...
Arjun
Aaj ball se nahi... dil se khelenge.
Cut to: Field – Warm-up begins
Slow motion me Arjun running laps, ball control drills karta hai. Har step, har breath ke sath uski muscles tight, focus sharp – Arjun is in his element.
BGM: Thumping instrumental with slow tabla rhythm and soft strings – determination blended with romance.
His POV:
Jab ball pe uska focus hota hai, uski aankhon me do images flash hoti hai:
Ek uska childhood – chhote se Arjun ne pehli baar football kick kiya tha, wo moment.
Dusra – Ammu ka slow motion me blush karna, jab usne reward bheja tha.
Back to real-time.
Arjun goalpost ki taraf daudta hai, jor se kick karta hai.
Ball net me jaake lagti hai.
Uske team ke kuch players seeti maarte hai.Coach ek thumbs up deta hai.Aur Arjun sirf ek confident nod karta hai.Sky pe slow zoom… sun now in full bloom.
It’s game time.
[b]Zaheer ke ghar ki shaam | Time: 5:15 PM | Semifinal match ke kuch hi waqt pehle
[/b]
Location: Living Room
Ghar ke andar ek halka sa excitement ka mahal hai — baarish ki boondein abhi bhi sheeshe par tap-tap kar rahi hain. Kitchen se chai aur pakode ki sulagte hue besan ki khushboo poori living area me ghoom rahi hai.
Sofe pe baith kar sab log match ke shuru hone ka intezaar kar rahe hain.
Center stage:
Zaheer jhuka hua hai, floor pe projector ke wires ko samajhne ki koshish kar raha hai. Remote ek haath me, aur doosre haath me HDMI cable. Uska frustration dikh raha hai.
Zaheer
Yeh wire idhar lagaya to sound chala jaata hai, udhar lagaya to screen hi gayab ho jaati hai...
(ek wire kheechte hue, projector blink karta hai aur fir se band ho jaata hai)
Sofa pe:
Azhar haath me chai ka cup liye relaxed mode me
Azhar
Zaheer... beta tumhara IIT ka diploma yahi tak kaam aaya?
Shanu, jo ek corner mein sofa par pair moorh kar bethi hai, chhup ke hansi rokti hai
Shanu
Chacha... mujhe lagta hai zaheer ko remote se zyada toh screwdriver pakadna aata hai.
Asma, jo couch ke armrest pe baithi hai, ek popcorn ka dabba haath me leke taana maar deti hai
Asma
TV to chalu karo... warna main apna phone utha ke reels hi dekh leti hoon. Mujhe kya pata yeh match live hai ya 2003 ka repeat telecast.
Ammu, kitchen ke darwaze ke paas khadi hai, apron pehne hue, ek glass paani lekar aayi hoti hai. Uska patience khatam ho raha hai.
Ammu
Zaheer, meri kasam... agar is baar bhi black screen aayi na... to tere match ke highlights main tujhe WhatsApp pe bhej dungi, projector nahi.
Zaheer thoda zyada force se ek wire jodta hai —
Projector blink karta hai... aur fir ek loud buzzing sound ke saath screen white hoti hai...
Zaheer
Ha! Ho gaya! Bas... ek second...
Suddenly... screen black ho jaati hai fir se.
Sab collective groan karte hai.
Azhar (sarcasm se)
Beta… lagta hai team se naam wapas lena tumhara best decision tha.
Zaheer aankhein ghumata hai, gusse se HDMI port ko check karta hai
Zaheer
Baba thoda to pressure mat dalo... yeh technical cheez hai, patience chahiye hota hai...
Shanu peeche se taana maarte hue
Haan haan… patience aur projector dono tere control me hai.Ammu kuch nahi bolti, sirf ek look exchange karti hai shanu ke saath — dono ke chehre pe naughty smirk.
Camera angle shift hota hai — projector ke lens ke through sabke chehre ek distorted light me dikhte hain.Zaheer finally ek button dabata hai…
Aur screen par Arjun ki team ka warm-up footage aata hai.
Sab cheer karte hain.
Asma
Aree haan! Arjun bhaiyya! Live hai bhai!
Azhar proud tone me
Chalo... aakhir technology haar gayi nahi. Zaheer jeet gaya.
Zaheer screen ki taraf dekhta hai —
Zaheer
Aur ab jeetegi humari team.
Scene ends on everyone's cheerful faces as they adjust their seating... aur baarish ke background me match ki commentary shuru hoti hai.
Projector finally chal gaya hai. [b]White wall par screen spread hoti hai aur uspar match ka official countdown timer dikh raha hai – 00:00:10… 00:00:09…
[/b]
Living room me sab apni positions le chuke hain:
Azhar center sofa pe hai, dono haath me chai aur remote, jaise commentary ka volume control usi ke haath me ho.
Shanu zaheer ke bagal me, pair folded sofa par.
Asma chaar-paanch cushions arrange karke floor pe bethi hai.
Ammu, kitchen ka kaam finish karke quietly ek side ka armrest pe baith gayi hai, lekin aankhen seedha screen par.
TV screen me commentator ki energetic aawaz goonjti hai:
Commentator (excited tone)
Aur aaj Jodhpur ke stadium se seedha hum aapko dikha rahe hain inter-college football championship ka second knockout match... Arjun Singh ke naam ka nara ab har zubaan par hai!
Match ki whistle bajti hai.
Aur usi second sabki aankhon me excitement. Azhar ek dum josh se chilla padta hai:
Azhar
Chal beta Arjun! Dikhade aaj dum!
Zaheer (thoda smile ke saath)
Yeh match uske liye easy nahi hoga... lekin agar woh control rakhe toh jeetega.
Shanu zaheer ki taraf dekhkar softly bolti hai, sirf uske liye:
Shanu
Tu support kar raha hai... isse zyada aur kya chahiye usse.
Match shuru ho chuka hai. Ground par Arjun ball control karta hai.
Commentator
Ball le chuke hain Arjun... pehla move left wing se... kya yeh goal banana chahega? Ohh brilliant pass!
Living room me sabki aawaaz match ho rahi hai commentator ke saath.
Asma
Bhaiyya toh Messi ban gaye lagte hai!
Ammu, silent rehti hai, lekin uski aankhon me ek alag si warmth aur pride. She’s looking at the screen, par uske dimag me last night ka Arjun ka woh cute sa smirk chal raha hai.
TV pe Arjun forward position me jata hai — ek defender se bachke chhota sa cross karta hai...
Commentator
Yeh dekhiye... Arjun ne ball flick kiya... aur goal post ke bilkul kareeb le aaye hain!
Sab log literally seat se uth kar shout karte hain:
Zaheer
Maaaro bhai!!
Azhar
Arjun! Shoot!!!
Aur phir… Arjun powerful shot maarta hai...
Ball net me jati hai...
GOOOOAAAALLLLL!!!
Living room mein ekdum dhamaka ho jata hai.
Sab chilla rahe hain, seat se uth gaye:
Azhar khade ho ke taali bajata hai
Asma cushions hawa mein uchhal deti hai
Shanu aur zaheer ek doosre ko dekh kar instinctively haath milate hain, aur iss touch mein ek emotional sa current hota hai
Ammu blush karte hue bas screen ki taraf dekhti hai — uska Arjun... camera par wo goal ke baad dono haath utha kar sky ki taraf dekh raha hota hai.
Commentator full josh me:
Kya goal tha! Arjun Singh ne ek baar fir sabit kar diya ki final door nahi hai... aur yeh celebration sirf uske college ke liye nahi... uske fans ke liye hai!
Camera cut hota hai — Arjun stadium me teammates ke saath celebration me laga hai... lekin uska face suddenly calm hota hai... aur woh apni aankhen band karta hai… jaise screen ke us paar kisi ki yaad me ho…
Cut to Ammu — uske lips par ek soft smile… aur aankhon me woh ek spark.
Living room me Azhar finally bolta hai:
Azhar
Beta Arjun Singh… tune to kamaal kar diya! Bas yehi form banaye rakhna.
Shanu softly bolti hai
Banaye rakhega Chacha, aap bas dua dete jaiye ....
[b]Scene fades out on the cheering sound, screen me Arjun ka slow-mo replay... aur living room me ek victory vibe.[/b]
College Canteen – Late Morning, Around 11:45 AM
Canteen ka left side corner – girls’ favourite adda. Table ke chaaron taraf ek colourful chaos tha – coffee mugs, open notebooks, tote bags, aur beech mein tha Priya, jiska chehra blush se laal tha. Uske haath mein ek wedding lehenga ka pamphlet tha, aur uski doston ne use gher rakha tha jaise shaadi us sabki ho.
Ritika
(Priya ke haath se pamphlet kheenchti hai)
Arey waah madam! Itna deep neck blouse? Nakul dekh ke wahin faint na ho jaaye?
Meghna
Aur yeh wala lehenga… itna backless! Aunty kya bolengi?
Sab mein ek zor ki hansi chhutti.
Priya
(blushing, sharmaate hue)
Shut up yaar! Tum logon ke chakkar mein meri shaadi ke pehle divorce ho jaayega.
Sneha
Shopping kab jaa rahe ho fir?
Priya
Kal Sunday hai na. Mom aur bua ke sath jaa rahi hoon, tum sab bhi chalo yaar!
Ritika
Done! Full gang chalegi… waise bhi mujhe bhi ek new kurta lena hai. Tumhari engagement ke naam pe hum sab wardrobe update karenge.
Sab ek dusre se high-five karte hain, laughter, teasing and some background music playing on canteen speakers – “Shaam gulabi, seene mein jalan si hai…”
Cut To:
Corridor se thoda distance par – Shanu aur Zaheer.
Shanu crowd se thoda peechhe khadi hoti hai, ek side ka dupatta shoulder pe casually loose, haathon mein diary, aur aankhen sidha Zaheer par.
Zaheer bhi dusri taraf se chal ke aa raha hota hai – jaise uske pair jaane anjaane usi taraf modte ho.
Dono ki aankhon ka low-key eye contact hota hai.
Shanu thoda sa nakhre se nazar hata leti hai.
Zaheer apna bag adjust karta hai, lekin chhupke se one-hand flying kiss bhejta hai.
Shanu ka face bas ek uncontrolled smile mein khil jaata hai, par wo zyada react nahi karti. Sirf ek half-eyeroll ke saath blush karti hai.
Door se Priya usse dekh leti hai.
Priya
(teasing tone mein)
Waise Shanu, tere liye bhi lehenga shopping chalu kar dein kya?
Shanu
(act smart wali smile ke sath)
Nahi… main bas earrings lene chalungi… baaki sab baad mai.
Sab girls milke cheekhne lagti hain – “Ooooooo!”
Scene fade out on high-pitched giggles and soft romantic bgm.
Nikhat’s Office Room – Late Afternoon, around 4:30 PM
Nikhat apne minimal, elegant office cabin mein baithi hoti hai. Desk par ek half-finished coffee, ek closed laptop, aur ek open file jis par ab uski nazar nahi pad rahi hoti. She stretches back in her chair, thoda sa thakawat bhara saans leti hai.
She murmurs softly under her breath
Aaj ka quota ho gaya...
She stands, loosens her hair jo clip mein bandha tha, aur halki muskurahat ke saath glass wall ke paas jaake khadi ho jaati hai.
Tabhi office corridor se kuch ladkiyon की laughter and chatter sunai deti hai.
Ladki 1
Us Arjun ki match dekhi kal? Kya goal maara tha last moment pe!
Ladki 2
Uska Insta profile check kiya? Damn, wo toh ekdum actor jaisa lagta hai! Kya smile hai uski!
Ladki 3
I swear, agar Nikhat ma'am na hoti na, toh main Arjun ki fan club president hoti!
(Ladkiyaan aage nikal jaati hain, unki hansi hallway mein ghoomti rehti hai.)
Nikhat ka chehra neutral rehta hai, lekin uski aankhon mein ek chhupi si halchal dikh jaati hai. Wo pal bhar ke liye unki taraf dekhti hai, phir slowly apne desk tak lautti hai.Chair par baith kar, apna phone uthati hai. Lock screen kholti hai. Ek pause.
Fir thumb screen par scroll karta hai.
Instagram app khulta hai.
Arjun ki match ke pics.
Pehle ek group photo – jahan Arjun center mein hai,uska confident smile camera ke beech tak chhalk raha hota hai.Nikhat thoda sa rukti hai… ek aur pic scroll karti hai. Is baar close-up.Arjun – mudkar dekhta hua, sweat dripping from his forehead, eyes focused.
Nikhat ke lips pe ek almost invisible smile aati hai… wo ek aur pic par pause karti hai… usme Arjun balcony par casually baitha hota hai, kuch likhta hua… shirt ka top button open… breezy but intense.
Wo phone lock karti hai, thoda sa blank expression ke sath khadi hoti hai. Purse uthati hai aur door ki taraf badhti hai.Jab door kholti hai, ek second ke liye rukti hai, aur chali jaati hai.
Arjun’s Tournament Camp – Early Morning, 6:15 AM, Jodhpur outskirts
Ek wide drone shot se scene open hota hai – camp ke aas-paas red desert mitti, ek taraf field jaha practice session hone wala hai, dusri taraf kuch white tents jisme players thoda thoda ready ho rahe hai. Suraj naya naya ug raha hai, orange light sab kuch soft bana rahi hai.
Cut to: Arjun – sitting alone on the edge of the practice bench.
Uske pair me studs hai, lekin shoelaces abhi tak bandh nahi kiye. Haath me ek towel jise wo halki si tight grip me pakda hua hai. Uska chehra calm hai, lekin aankhon me ek alag focus dikh raha hai – jaise kuch prove karna ho… khud se bhi, aur duniya se bhi.
Arjun (internal monologue)
Bas ek aur step.Phir final.
Aur phir... mujhe wapas uske paas jaana hai kuch aur lekar, sirf trophy nahi... reward bhi.
Wo towel apne shoulder par daal kar phone nikalta hai, screen on karta hai. Ammu ke bheje huye reward wale photo ka preview dikhta hai. Screen blink karta hai par Arjun sirf ek second us photo ko dekhta hai… uske lips pe ek curve aata hai... aisi smile jo sirf Arjun jaisi masti aur intensity mila ke laa sakti hai.
Arjun (softly, under breath)
Mr. Singh deserves more.
Background mein uski team ka coach seeti bajata hai.
Coach (door se)
Arjun! Warm-up in five!
Arjun uthane hi wala hota hai, phir ek aur baar phone screen dekhta hai – Ammu ka naam abhi bhi top pe pinned chat me dikh raha hai. Wo thoda rukh kar type karta hai.
Text on screen
Semifinal today. I’ll play like you’re watching every move. Save a bigger reward. I’ll earn it.
Message sent.
Arjun phone rakhta hai, shoelace tight karta hai, aur khud se bolta hai...
Arjun
Aaj ball se nahi... dil se khelenge.
Cut to: Field – Warm-up begins
Slow motion me Arjun running laps, ball control drills karta hai. Har step, har breath ke sath uski muscles tight, focus sharp – Arjun is in his element.
BGM: Thumping instrumental with slow tabla rhythm and soft strings – determination blended with romance.
His POV:
Jab ball pe uska focus hota hai, uski aankhon me do images flash hoti hai:
Ek uska childhood – chhote se Arjun ne pehli baar football kick kiya tha, wo moment.
Dusra – Ammu ka slow motion me blush karna, jab usne reward bheja tha.
Back to real-time.
Arjun goalpost ki taraf daudta hai, jor se kick karta hai.
Ball net me jaake lagti hai.
Uske team ke kuch players seeti maarte hai.Coach ek thumbs up deta hai.Aur Arjun sirf ek confident nod karta hai.Sky pe slow zoom… sun now in full bloom.
It’s game time.
[b]Zaheer ke ghar ki shaam | Time: 5:15 PM | Semifinal match ke kuch hi waqt pehle
[/b]
Location: Living Room
Ghar ke andar ek halka sa excitement ka mahal hai — baarish ki boondein abhi bhi sheeshe par tap-tap kar rahi hain. Kitchen se chai aur pakode ki sulagte hue besan ki khushboo poori living area me ghoom rahi hai.
Sofe pe baith kar sab log match ke shuru hone ka intezaar kar rahe hain.
Center stage:
Zaheer jhuka hua hai, floor pe projector ke wires ko samajhne ki koshish kar raha hai. Remote ek haath me, aur doosre haath me HDMI cable. Uska frustration dikh raha hai.
Zaheer
Yeh wire idhar lagaya to sound chala jaata hai, udhar lagaya to screen hi gayab ho jaati hai...
(ek wire kheechte hue, projector blink karta hai aur fir se band ho jaata hai)
Sofa pe:
Azhar haath me chai ka cup liye relaxed mode me
Azhar
Zaheer... beta tumhara IIT ka diploma yahi tak kaam aaya?
Shanu, jo ek corner mein sofa par pair moorh kar bethi hai, chhup ke hansi rokti hai
Shanu
Chacha... mujhe lagta hai zaheer ko remote se zyada toh screwdriver pakadna aata hai.
Asma, jo couch ke armrest pe baithi hai, ek popcorn ka dabba haath me leke taana maar deti hai
Asma
TV to chalu karo... warna main apna phone utha ke reels hi dekh leti hoon. Mujhe kya pata yeh match live hai ya 2003 ka repeat telecast.
Ammu, kitchen ke darwaze ke paas khadi hai, apron pehne hue, ek glass paani lekar aayi hoti hai. Uska patience khatam ho raha hai.
Ammu
Zaheer, meri kasam... agar is baar bhi black screen aayi na... to tere match ke highlights main tujhe WhatsApp pe bhej dungi, projector nahi.
Zaheer thoda zyada force se ek wire jodta hai —
Projector blink karta hai... aur fir ek loud buzzing sound ke saath screen white hoti hai...
Zaheer
Ha! Ho gaya! Bas... ek second...
Suddenly... screen black ho jaati hai fir se.
Sab collective groan karte hai.
Azhar (sarcasm se)
Beta… lagta hai team se naam wapas lena tumhara best decision tha.
Zaheer aankhein ghumata hai, gusse se HDMI port ko check karta hai
Zaheer
Baba thoda to pressure mat dalo... yeh technical cheez hai, patience chahiye hota hai...
Shanu peeche se taana maarte hue
Haan haan… patience aur projector dono tere control me hai.Ammu kuch nahi bolti, sirf ek look exchange karti hai shanu ke saath — dono ke chehre pe naughty smirk.
Camera angle shift hota hai — projector ke lens ke through sabke chehre ek distorted light me dikhte hain.Zaheer finally ek button dabata hai…
Aur screen par Arjun ki team ka warm-up footage aata hai.
Sab cheer karte hain.
Asma
Aree haan! Arjun bhaiyya! Live hai bhai!
Azhar proud tone me
Chalo... aakhir technology haar gayi nahi. Zaheer jeet gaya.
Zaheer screen ki taraf dekhta hai —
Zaheer
Aur ab jeetegi humari team.
Scene ends on everyone's cheerful faces as they adjust their seating... aur baarish ke background me match ki commentary shuru hoti hai.
Projector finally chal gaya hai. [b]White wall par screen spread hoti hai aur uspar match ka official countdown timer dikh raha hai – 00:00:10… 00:00:09…
[/b]
Living room me sab apni positions le chuke hain:
Azhar center sofa pe hai, dono haath me chai aur remote, jaise commentary ka volume control usi ke haath me ho.
Shanu zaheer ke bagal me, pair folded sofa par.
Asma chaar-paanch cushions arrange karke floor pe bethi hai.
Ammu, kitchen ka kaam finish karke quietly ek side ka armrest pe baith gayi hai, lekin aankhen seedha screen par.
TV screen me commentator ki energetic aawaz goonjti hai:
Commentator (excited tone)
Aur aaj Jodhpur ke stadium se seedha hum aapko dikha rahe hain inter-college football championship ka second knockout match... Arjun Singh ke naam ka nara ab har zubaan par hai!
Match ki whistle bajti hai.
Aur usi second sabki aankhon me excitement. Azhar ek dum josh se chilla padta hai:
Azhar
Chal beta Arjun! Dikhade aaj dum!
Zaheer (thoda smile ke saath)
Yeh match uske liye easy nahi hoga... lekin agar woh control rakhe toh jeetega.
Shanu zaheer ki taraf dekhkar softly bolti hai, sirf uske liye:
Shanu
Tu support kar raha hai... isse zyada aur kya chahiye usse.
Match shuru ho chuka hai. Ground par Arjun ball control karta hai.
Commentator
Ball le chuke hain Arjun... pehla move left wing se... kya yeh goal banana chahega? Ohh brilliant pass!
Living room me sabki aawaaz match ho rahi hai commentator ke saath.
Asma
Bhaiyya toh Messi ban gaye lagte hai!
Ammu, silent rehti hai, lekin uski aankhon me ek alag si warmth aur pride. She’s looking at the screen, par uske dimag me last night ka Arjun ka woh cute sa smirk chal raha hai.
TV pe Arjun forward position me jata hai — ek defender se bachke chhota sa cross karta hai...
Commentator
Yeh dekhiye... Arjun ne ball flick kiya... aur goal post ke bilkul kareeb le aaye hain!
Sab log literally seat se uth kar shout karte hain:
Zaheer
Maaaro bhai!!
Azhar
Arjun! Shoot!!!
Aur phir… Arjun powerful shot maarta hai...
Ball net me jati hai...
GOOOOAAAALLLLL!!!
Living room mein ekdum dhamaka ho jata hai.
Sab chilla rahe hain, seat se uth gaye:
Azhar khade ho ke taali bajata hai
Asma cushions hawa mein uchhal deti hai
Shanu aur zaheer ek doosre ko dekh kar instinctively haath milate hain, aur iss touch mein ek emotional sa current hota hai
Ammu blush karte hue bas screen ki taraf dekhti hai — uska Arjun... camera par wo goal ke baad dono haath utha kar sky ki taraf dekh raha hota hai.
Commentator full josh me:
Kya goal tha! Arjun Singh ne ek baar fir sabit kar diya ki final door nahi hai... aur yeh celebration sirf uske college ke liye nahi... uske fans ke liye hai!
Camera cut hota hai — Arjun stadium me teammates ke saath celebration me laga hai... lekin uska face suddenly calm hota hai... aur woh apni aankhen band karta hai… jaise screen ke us paar kisi ki yaad me ho…
Cut to Ammu — uske lips par ek soft smile… aur aankhon me woh ek spark.
Living room me Azhar finally bolta hai:
Azhar
Beta Arjun Singh… tune to kamaal kar diya! Bas yehi form banaye rakhna.
Shanu softly bolti hai
Banaye rakhega Chacha, aap bas dua dete jaiye ....
[b]Scene fades out on the cheering sound, screen me Arjun ka slow-mo replay... aur living room me ek victory vibe.[/b]
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