29-08-2025, 12:16 PM
Update 92
College – Aakhri din ka subah
Campus ki hawa aaj alag si thi. Election ke nomination ka aakhri din tha, lekin ab tak kisi bhi opposition ne form submit nahi kiya tha. Corridors me chhote-chhote groups baatein kar rahe the, lekin Arjun Singh ke supporters ke chehre par ek alag hi glow tha—jaise jeet ab pakki ho.
Camera Arjun ko peeche se follow karta hai. Dheere, confident kadam. Har step me ek charm, ek rhythm. Usne cream Nehru jacket pehni thi jo uske broad shoulders par khub jach rahi thi, neeche plain white shirt aur dark jeans. Uska casual yet powerful look usse aur alag banata tha.
Background me ek soft instrumental score bajta hai—jo uske khud ke belief aur ego ko highlight karta hai.
Arjun ke lips par ek halki si smile hai. Uske chehre par wo hi arrogance jhalak raha tha, jo uske khud ke world view se born hua tha—ek belief ki wohi is college ka asli leader hai.
Door ke side ek supporter ne use dekha aur turant khada ho gaya.
Supporter (enthusiastic tone me)
Bhaiya… ab to lagta hai jeet pakki hai.
Arjun ne sirf halki si muskaan ke saath sir hila diya, jaise kehta ho—yeh to hona hi tha.
Camera uske kadmon ke saath-saath aage badhta hai. Narrow corridor ke end me ek bada sa wooden door hai—Party Managing Room ka. Walls par posters lage hain, party ke slogans likhe hain, aur Arjun ke photos campus ke students ke posters ke saath chamak rahe hain.
Arjun ek second ke liye rukta hai, apne collar ko adjust karta hai, jacket ke buttons ko halkasa set karta hai, aur phir ek confident smile ke saath handle ko push karta hai.
Room ke andar ek organised chaos tha—tables par forms, files, campaign charts, supporters ki awaazein. Lekin jaise hi Arjun andar aata hai, sab ki nazar uspar padti hai aur awaaz ek pal ke liye tham jaati hai.
Arjun dheere se andar chalta hai, ek hand gesture karta hai jisse sab log relax ho jaate hain. Uski aankhon me ek hi baat likhi thi—Game khatam. Jeet meri.
College – Party Managing Room, Afternoon
Arjun apne supporters aur karyakartaon ke beech khada tha. Room me energy bharpoor thi, har jagah posters aur slogans ke sheets bikhre hue the. Ek ladka, jo puri campaign me uske saath shadow ki tarah tha, file lekar uske paas aaya.
Supporter (khushi se)
Bhaiya, abhi tak kisi ka bhi nomination file nahi hua. Lagta hai is election me sirf aapka hi naam chalega.
Room me sabhi supporters ki cheekh-pukar gungunahat me badal gayi—Arjun Singh Zindabad! Arjun Singh Jeetega!
Arjun ek confident smile ke saath us supporter ke kandhe par haath rakhta hai. Uska touch ek assurance tha, jaise keh raha ho—tum sabne mujhe sahi pehchana. Yeh college ab mera hai.
Arjun
Bas… ab sirf formalities bachi hain. Jeet to humne pehle hi jeet li thi.
Lekin jaise hi Arjun ki awaaz dheere hoti hai, door ke bahar se ek alag hi hungama shuru ho jaata hai.
Pehle ek faint si hooting ki awaaz sunayi deti hai. Phir dhol ki thap… ekdum tez aur behtareen rhythm me.
Dhak… dhak… dhadak!
Room ke andar ke sabhi supporters pehle confuse ho jaate hain. Kuch log ek dusre ki taraf dekhte hain. Ek ladka khidki ki taraf daudta hai aur parda kholta hai.
Hawa ke saath awaaz aur tez ho jaati hai—jaise koi bara procession building ki taraf aa raha ho.
Camera Arjun ke chehre par zoom karta hai. Uski smile dheere-dheere phiki pad jaati hai. Uske lips ek tight line me band ho jaate hain. Eyebrows dheere se narrow hote hain, aankhen squint hoti hain—confusion aur irritation dono ek saath.
Arjun halki si der ke liye static khada rahta hai, jise dekhar lagta hai jaise wo apne ears se confirm kar raha ho ki jo sun raha hai, wo sach hai.
Supporter (ghabrahat ke saath)
Bhaiya… yeh… yeh to koi aur rally lag rahi hai…
Arjun ne apna haath dheere se neeche kiya, kandhe se hata kar. Uska poora expression badal gaya tha—ab wo relaxed leader nahi balki ek alert soldier lag raha tha,
Background me awaaz aur bhi tez ho jaati hai. Hooting… slogans… aur dhol ki dhamak.
Arjun ki aankhen khidki ki taraf ghurti hain, aur camera dheere se uske face par zoom karta hai—jahaan ab ek sawal likha tha: Yeh kaun aa gaya?
College Campus – Outside Party Managing Room
Dhol ki thap aur slogans ab itne tez ho gaye the ki pura campus hilta hua lag raha tha. Arjun ke supporters khidki ki taraf bhaag kar dekhte hain, aur sab ek saath shock me aawaaz nikalte hain.
Supporter
Yeh… yeh to Zaheer Qureshi hai!
Camera cut hota hai. Gate ke bahar ek bara procession enter karta hai—hundreds of students, haath me placards, posters aur saffed-green rang ke banners. Beech me ek khule jeep par khada Zaheer Qureshi tha. Uski aankhen fierce, uska stance shaandar aur confident.
Uske aas paas ke students Zaheer Qureshi Zindabad! aur Nasha Mukt Campus – Zaheer Zindabad! ke slogans chillate hue campus me enter hote hain.
Arjun apni jagah se harta nahi, lekin uske chehre ka rang badal gaya tha. Confusion aur gussa dono saaf dikh rahe the. Uske haath apne aap tight ho kar fists ban jaate hain.
Camera zoom karta hai Zaheer par—wo jeep ke edge par khada hai, dono haath hawa me uthakar students ko energize kar raha hai. Uski awaaz mic se campus me goonjti hai.
Zaheer Qureshi (tez awaaz me)
Is campus ko barbaadi ki raah par le jaane wale soch rahe the ki unka raaj hamesha chalega. Lekin yeh naya daur hai! Yeh nayi soch hai! Aur Pink City College ko koi nasha, koi bhrashtachar, koi kursi ke peeche chhupa ganda khel barbaad nahi kar payega… jab tak hum jaise jawaan khade hain!
Crowd ek jhattke se cheer karta hai, slogans aur tez ho jaate hain.
Zaheer apni ungli hawa me point karta hai—seedha party room ki building ki taraf, jaha khidki se Arjun usse dekh raha tha.
Zaheer
Aur ek baat yaad rakhna… ab yeh election ek taraf ki jeet nahi… yeh jang hogi sheher ke mustaqbil ki. Aur main… Zaheer Qureshi… tum sabka candidate hoon!
Slogans ke beech jeep aage barhta hai. Procession dhool, awaaz aur energy ke tufan ki tarah Static Department ki taraf badhta hai—wahaan jaa kar nomination file karne ke liye.
Room ke andar, Arjun apne supporters ke beech khada tha, lekin uski saanson ka rhythm tez ho gaya tha. Uski aankhen narrow, jaw clench hua hua. Ekdum soldier jaisa face—blood boiling with rage.
Arjun dheere se apne andar hi growl karta hai—
Arjun
Zaheer Qureshi…
Camera uske chehre par rukta hai, background me slogans ki awaaz gungunati hai, aur uske clenched fists par zoom karte hi scene fade out ho jaata hai.
Static Department – Afternoon
Sunlight tez chamak rahi thi. Static Department ke bahar abhi bhi studenton ka rush tha. Zaheer ne abhi-abhi andar jaa kar apna nomination form fill kiya tha. Uske saath khade supporters slogans chilla rahe the—Zaheer Zindabad! Nasha Mukt Pink City!
Zaheer bahar aata hai. Uske chehre par ek confident smile hai, jaise ek nayi jang ka shankhnaad ho chuka ho.
Jab wo seedhiyon se neeche utarta hai, tabhi uski nazar thodi door khade ek shakhs par tik jaati hai—Arjun Singh. Cream Nehru jacket me khada, haath apne pocket me, lekin aankhen teekhi aur bhari hui gusse se.
Camera slow motion me dono ki aankhen ek doosre se takraati hain. Beech me bheed hai, slogans hai, shor hai—lekin in dono ke liye sab kuch ekdum silent ho jaata hai. Sirf aankhon ka war.
Arjun ek kadam aage badhta hai. Uska expression smile aur anger ka mix tha.
Arjun
Toh yeh hai tera khel, Zaheer Qureshi… bina bataye, seedha samne aakar talwar khol di?
Zaheer seedha uske paas aata hai, dono ab sirf kuch hi kadam door khade hain.
Zaheer
Talwar main nahi khola, Arjun Singh. Talwar to tumhare khud ke iraade ne khola tha. Maine sirf us dhund ko saaf kar diya hai jisme yeh college ko dooba hua tha.
Arjun thoda sarcasm ke saath smile karta hai, lekin aankhen ab bhi teekhi.
Arjun
Jahan main khada hoon, wahan dhund apne aap hatt jaati hai. Tumhari awaazon ka josh dekh liya… lekin asli khel to ab shuru hoga.
Zaheer uske bilkul paas aakar thandi lekin darr paida karne wali awaaz me bolta hai.
Zaheer
Aur asli khel mein… na tumhari chamak kaam aayegi, na tumhara naam. Sirf sach ka bojh kaam aayega. Aur us bojh ke neeche tumhari kursi zaroor tootegi.
Supporters ke slogans aur tez ho jaate hain. Dono ab bhi ek dusre ko ghur rahe hote hain—na koi peeche hatega, na koi muskaan todta hai. Rivalry ka vibe itna intense tha jaise bas ek spark chahiye aur pura campus aag me jal uthhe.
Camera dono ke teekhe faces par cut hota hai—ek taraf Arjun Singh ka boiling anger, dusri taraf Zaheer Qureshi ka fierce determination. Background me awaaz goonjti hai—Election 2025… Pink City ki asli jang.
Scene – College Campus, Central Lawn
Campus me chahal-pahal thi, election ka mahaul aur tez ho gaya tha. Har taraf posters, slogans aur dhol nagade ki awaaz ghoom rahi thi. Students groups me khade gossip kar rahe the.
Ammu apne notes clutch karke canteen ke taraf ja rahi thi jab usne kuch students ko ek hi taraf bhaagte hue dekha.
Ek student bol utha
Arre chal chal, Zaheer Qureshi ne form daala hai!
Ammu ke kadam wahin thir gaye. Uska dil ekdam se dhadakne laga. Usne turant mudkar dekha—campus ke main lawn ke taraf ek bara juloos aata hua tha. Dhol baj rahe the, ladke-ladkiyaan slogans laga rahe the. Beech me Zaheer tha—white kurta, rolled-up sleeves, confident steps aur uske chehre par wo intense leader jaisa glow.
Ammu ki aankhen phat gayi. Uska haath uske dupatte ko aur kasne laga.
Ammu (andar hi andar)
Zaheer… tumne yeh kadam kyun uthaya?
Uske saamne Arjun ke supporters bhi khade ho gaye the, shock aur gusse me. Kuch log to turant nara-baazi shuru kar dete hain.
Arjun supporters
Humara neta ek hai! Arjun Singh zindabad!
Aur saamne se Zaheer ke supporters cheekh rahe the.
Zaheer supporters
Zaheer Qureshi! Inquilab!
Dono taraf se slogans takra rahe the jaise jang ka shankhnaad ho.
Ammu beech me khadi thi, uske kaan goonj rahe the. Usne apni aankhen bandh karli, andar ek ajeeb si ghabrahat.
Uske chehre par aansu ki boond aa gayi, lekin usne jaldi se palak jhuka li.
Ammu (khud se dheere se)
Yeh dono… ek doosre ke khilaaf. Kya mujhe apne bhai aur… Arjun ke beech khadi hona padega?
Camera uske bechain chehre par zoom karta hai, background me slogans aur dhol ki awaaz aur tez hoti jaati hai.
Scene – College Girls Common Room
Shaam ke kareeb tha, lekin campus abhi bhi slogans aur posters se goonj raha tha. Ammu tez kadmo se Shanu ke paas pahunchi jo common room ke ek kone me baithkar apna bag band kar rahi thi.
Ammu ka chehra safed tha, aankhon me darr aur bechaini.
Ammu
Shanu… tumhe pata hai? Zaheer bhi election me khada ho gaya hai. Main campus me khud dekhi uska juloos… Arjun ke khilaaf.
Shanu ne uski taraf dekha, thoda sa palak jhuki aur usne gahri saans li jaise wo pehle se sab jaanti ho.
Shanu
Haan Ammu… mujhe pata tha.
Ammu hairan reh gayi.
Ammu
Tumhe pata tha? Tumne mujhe bataya kyun nahi?
Shanu ne uska haath pakda aur dheere se bola.
Shanu
Kyuki main chahti thi ke tum thodi der aur normal rah sako. Lekin ab waqt aa gaya hai tumhe sab jaan’ne ka.
Ammu ki dhadkan tez ho gayi. Usne shabdhi khamoshi me sir hilaya.
Shanu (dheere se)
Wo aadmi… Mushtaq Khan… AND ka officer, Uska kehna hai ki yeh saara election sirf ek mask hai. Jitne wale ko iss sheher ke nasha mafia ke liye puppet bana diya jaayega.
Ammu ki aankhen gol ho gayi, uske hont tharr gaye.
Ammu
Matlab… Arjun aur Zaheer… dono ko pata hai?
Shanu ne uski taraf gehri nazar se dekha, awaaz me bojh tha.
Shanu
Nahi Ammu. Arjun ko is bare me kuch bhi nahi maloom. Par agar Mushtaq Khan ki baat sach nikli… to sirf yeh college nahi… puri Pink City ka ant nishchit hai.
Ammu ka jism ekdum se kaanp gaya. Uske haath se dupatta phisal kar zameen par gir gaya, lekin usne uthaya bhi nahi. Uski aankhon me aansu bhar aaye, usne seedha shanu ki taraf dekha.
Ammu (toot'ti awaaz me)
To main kya karun Shanu…? Ek taraf mera bhai, ek taraf… Arjun. Agar dono is raaste par chale gaye to hum sabka kya hoga?
Camera Ammu ke rooh ko hila dene wale expression par zoom karta hai, peeche se slogans ki goonj ab bhi chal rahi hoti hai—jaise uski bechaini ko aur tez kar rahi ho.
Scene – Zaheer ke ghar, Late Night
Andhera tha, bas ek tube light ki mildi-juldi roshni se aangan chamak raha tha. Azhar drawing room me so chuke the, ghar me ek gheri khamoshi thi. Ammu chori-chupe Zaheer ke kamre tak aayi, uska dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha.
Darr, gussa, aur uljhan—sab kuch ek saath tha uske andar. Usne darwaza kholkar dekha, Zaheer desk par baitha tha, nomination form ki copy aur kuch notes ko ghoor raha tha.
Ammu aage badhi aur thodi tez awaaz me boli.
Ammu
Yeh sab kya hai, Zaheer? Tum election me khade kyun ho gaye ho?
Zaheer ne aankhen uthakar uski taraf dekha. Pehle to thoda chok gaya, phir uski awaaz sakht ho gayi.
Zaheer
Ammu, tumhe yeh sab samajhne ki zaroorat nahi hai. Bas itna samajh lo ki main apne doston, apne college ke liye khada hua hoon.
Ammu ne aankhon me aansu roke, ek kadam aur aage badha.
Ammu ki awaaz ekdum kanp gayi.
Ammu
Lekin yeh ladaai tumhari nahi hai Zaheer. Yeh tumhe aur Arjun dono ko ek aise dal-dal me kheench degi jaha se koi nahi nikal payega. Tum samajh kyu nahi rahe ho?
Zaheer khamosh ho gaya, uski aankhon me bhi thoda sa darr tha, par usne apni wajah chhupate huye bas itna kaha.
Zaheer
Main peeche nahi hatunga, Ammu. Chahe Arjun ho ya koi aur… main yeh chunav jeetunga. Aur is sheher ko badal dunga.
Ammu ki aankhon se aansu gir pade. Usne seedha Zaheer ki taraf dekha, awaaz toot kar nikli.
Ammu
Sheher badalne ke sapne dekh rahe ho, lekin tumhe dikhai nahi de raha… ke tumhara apna ghar hi toot jayega.
Dono ke beech ek bhari khamoshi chha gayi. Peeche se raat ke insects ki awaaz aur door se koi kutte ke bhonkne ki goonj aa rahi thi. Camera Ammu ke aansuon aur Zaheer ke sakht chehre par cut hota hai—dono apne apne sach me qaid.
College – Aakhri din ka subah
Campus ki hawa aaj alag si thi. Election ke nomination ka aakhri din tha, lekin ab tak kisi bhi opposition ne form submit nahi kiya tha. Corridors me chhote-chhote groups baatein kar rahe the, lekin Arjun Singh ke supporters ke chehre par ek alag hi glow tha—jaise jeet ab pakki ho.
Camera Arjun ko peeche se follow karta hai. Dheere, confident kadam. Har step me ek charm, ek rhythm. Usne cream Nehru jacket pehni thi jo uske broad shoulders par khub jach rahi thi, neeche plain white shirt aur dark jeans. Uska casual yet powerful look usse aur alag banata tha.
Background me ek soft instrumental score bajta hai—jo uske khud ke belief aur ego ko highlight karta hai.
Arjun ke lips par ek halki si smile hai. Uske chehre par wo hi arrogance jhalak raha tha, jo uske khud ke world view se born hua tha—ek belief ki wohi is college ka asli leader hai.
Door ke side ek supporter ne use dekha aur turant khada ho gaya.
Supporter (enthusiastic tone me)
Bhaiya… ab to lagta hai jeet pakki hai.
Arjun ne sirf halki si muskaan ke saath sir hila diya, jaise kehta ho—yeh to hona hi tha.
Camera uske kadmon ke saath-saath aage badhta hai. Narrow corridor ke end me ek bada sa wooden door hai—Party Managing Room ka. Walls par posters lage hain, party ke slogans likhe hain, aur Arjun ke photos campus ke students ke posters ke saath chamak rahe hain.
Arjun ek second ke liye rukta hai, apne collar ko adjust karta hai, jacket ke buttons ko halkasa set karta hai, aur phir ek confident smile ke saath handle ko push karta hai.
Room ke andar ek organised chaos tha—tables par forms, files, campaign charts, supporters ki awaazein. Lekin jaise hi Arjun andar aata hai, sab ki nazar uspar padti hai aur awaaz ek pal ke liye tham jaati hai.
Arjun dheere se andar chalta hai, ek hand gesture karta hai jisse sab log relax ho jaate hain. Uski aankhon me ek hi baat likhi thi—Game khatam. Jeet meri.
College – Party Managing Room, Afternoon
Arjun apne supporters aur karyakartaon ke beech khada tha. Room me energy bharpoor thi, har jagah posters aur slogans ke sheets bikhre hue the. Ek ladka, jo puri campaign me uske saath shadow ki tarah tha, file lekar uske paas aaya.
Supporter (khushi se)
Bhaiya, abhi tak kisi ka bhi nomination file nahi hua. Lagta hai is election me sirf aapka hi naam chalega.
Room me sabhi supporters ki cheekh-pukar gungunahat me badal gayi—Arjun Singh Zindabad! Arjun Singh Jeetega!
Arjun ek confident smile ke saath us supporter ke kandhe par haath rakhta hai. Uska touch ek assurance tha, jaise keh raha ho—tum sabne mujhe sahi pehchana. Yeh college ab mera hai.
Arjun
Bas… ab sirf formalities bachi hain. Jeet to humne pehle hi jeet li thi.
Lekin jaise hi Arjun ki awaaz dheere hoti hai, door ke bahar se ek alag hi hungama shuru ho jaata hai.
Pehle ek faint si hooting ki awaaz sunayi deti hai. Phir dhol ki thap… ekdum tez aur behtareen rhythm me.
Dhak… dhak… dhadak!
Room ke andar ke sabhi supporters pehle confuse ho jaate hain. Kuch log ek dusre ki taraf dekhte hain. Ek ladka khidki ki taraf daudta hai aur parda kholta hai.
Hawa ke saath awaaz aur tez ho jaati hai—jaise koi bara procession building ki taraf aa raha ho.
Camera Arjun ke chehre par zoom karta hai. Uski smile dheere-dheere phiki pad jaati hai. Uske lips ek tight line me band ho jaate hain. Eyebrows dheere se narrow hote hain, aankhen squint hoti hain—confusion aur irritation dono ek saath.
Arjun halki si der ke liye static khada rahta hai, jise dekhar lagta hai jaise wo apne ears se confirm kar raha ho ki jo sun raha hai, wo sach hai.
Supporter (ghabrahat ke saath)
Bhaiya… yeh… yeh to koi aur rally lag rahi hai…
Arjun ne apna haath dheere se neeche kiya, kandhe se hata kar. Uska poora expression badal gaya tha—ab wo relaxed leader nahi balki ek alert soldier lag raha tha,
Background me awaaz aur bhi tez ho jaati hai. Hooting… slogans… aur dhol ki dhamak.
Arjun ki aankhen khidki ki taraf ghurti hain, aur camera dheere se uske face par zoom karta hai—jahaan ab ek sawal likha tha: Yeh kaun aa gaya?
College Campus – Outside Party Managing Room
Dhol ki thap aur slogans ab itne tez ho gaye the ki pura campus hilta hua lag raha tha. Arjun ke supporters khidki ki taraf bhaag kar dekhte hain, aur sab ek saath shock me aawaaz nikalte hain.
Supporter
Yeh… yeh to Zaheer Qureshi hai!
Camera cut hota hai. Gate ke bahar ek bara procession enter karta hai—hundreds of students, haath me placards, posters aur saffed-green rang ke banners. Beech me ek khule jeep par khada Zaheer Qureshi tha. Uski aankhen fierce, uska stance shaandar aur confident.
Uske aas paas ke students Zaheer Qureshi Zindabad! aur Nasha Mukt Campus – Zaheer Zindabad! ke slogans chillate hue campus me enter hote hain.
Arjun apni jagah se harta nahi, lekin uske chehre ka rang badal gaya tha. Confusion aur gussa dono saaf dikh rahe the. Uske haath apne aap tight ho kar fists ban jaate hain.
Camera zoom karta hai Zaheer par—wo jeep ke edge par khada hai, dono haath hawa me uthakar students ko energize kar raha hai. Uski awaaz mic se campus me goonjti hai.
Zaheer Qureshi (tez awaaz me)
Is campus ko barbaadi ki raah par le jaane wale soch rahe the ki unka raaj hamesha chalega. Lekin yeh naya daur hai! Yeh nayi soch hai! Aur Pink City College ko koi nasha, koi bhrashtachar, koi kursi ke peeche chhupa ganda khel barbaad nahi kar payega… jab tak hum jaise jawaan khade hain!
Crowd ek jhattke se cheer karta hai, slogans aur tez ho jaate hain.
Zaheer apni ungli hawa me point karta hai—seedha party room ki building ki taraf, jaha khidki se Arjun usse dekh raha tha.
Zaheer
Aur ek baat yaad rakhna… ab yeh election ek taraf ki jeet nahi… yeh jang hogi sheher ke mustaqbil ki. Aur main… Zaheer Qureshi… tum sabka candidate hoon!
Slogans ke beech jeep aage barhta hai. Procession dhool, awaaz aur energy ke tufan ki tarah Static Department ki taraf badhta hai—wahaan jaa kar nomination file karne ke liye.
Room ke andar, Arjun apne supporters ke beech khada tha, lekin uski saanson ka rhythm tez ho gaya tha. Uski aankhen narrow, jaw clench hua hua. Ekdum soldier jaisa face—blood boiling with rage.
Arjun dheere se apne andar hi growl karta hai—
Arjun
Zaheer Qureshi…
Camera uske chehre par rukta hai, background me slogans ki awaaz gungunati hai, aur uske clenched fists par zoom karte hi scene fade out ho jaata hai.
Static Department – Afternoon
Sunlight tez chamak rahi thi. Static Department ke bahar abhi bhi studenton ka rush tha. Zaheer ne abhi-abhi andar jaa kar apna nomination form fill kiya tha. Uske saath khade supporters slogans chilla rahe the—Zaheer Zindabad! Nasha Mukt Pink City!
Zaheer bahar aata hai. Uske chehre par ek confident smile hai, jaise ek nayi jang ka shankhnaad ho chuka ho.
Jab wo seedhiyon se neeche utarta hai, tabhi uski nazar thodi door khade ek shakhs par tik jaati hai—Arjun Singh. Cream Nehru jacket me khada, haath apne pocket me, lekin aankhen teekhi aur bhari hui gusse se.
Camera slow motion me dono ki aankhen ek doosre se takraati hain. Beech me bheed hai, slogans hai, shor hai—lekin in dono ke liye sab kuch ekdum silent ho jaata hai. Sirf aankhon ka war.
Arjun ek kadam aage badhta hai. Uska expression smile aur anger ka mix tha.
Arjun
Toh yeh hai tera khel, Zaheer Qureshi… bina bataye, seedha samne aakar talwar khol di?
Zaheer seedha uske paas aata hai, dono ab sirf kuch hi kadam door khade hain.
Zaheer
Talwar main nahi khola, Arjun Singh. Talwar to tumhare khud ke iraade ne khola tha. Maine sirf us dhund ko saaf kar diya hai jisme yeh college ko dooba hua tha.
Arjun thoda sarcasm ke saath smile karta hai, lekin aankhen ab bhi teekhi.
Arjun
Jahan main khada hoon, wahan dhund apne aap hatt jaati hai. Tumhari awaazon ka josh dekh liya… lekin asli khel to ab shuru hoga.
Zaheer uske bilkul paas aakar thandi lekin darr paida karne wali awaaz me bolta hai.
Zaheer
Aur asli khel mein… na tumhari chamak kaam aayegi, na tumhara naam. Sirf sach ka bojh kaam aayega. Aur us bojh ke neeche tumhari kursi zaroor tootegi.
Supporters ke slogans aur tez ho jaate hain. Dono ab bhi ek dusre ko ghur rahe hote hain—na koi peeche hatega, na koi muskaan todta hai. Rivalry ka vibe itna intense tha jaise bas ek spark chahiye aur pura campus aag me jal uthhe.
Camera dono ke teekhe faces par cut hota hai—ek taraf Arjun Singh ka boiling anger, dusri taraf Zaheer Qureshi ka fierce determination. Background me awaaz goonjti hai—Election 2025… Pink City ki asli jang.
Scene – College Campus, Central Lawn
Campus me chahal-pahal thi, election ka mahaul aur tez ho gaya tha. Har taraf posters, slogans aur dhol nagade ki awaaz ghoom rahi thi. Students groups me khade gossip kar rahe the.
Ammu apne notes clutch karke canteen ke taraf ja rahi thi jab usne kuch students ko ek hi taraf bhaagte hue dekha.
Ek student bol utha
Arre chal chal, Zaheer Qureshi ne form daala hai!
Ammu ke kadam wahin thir gaye. Uska dil ekdam se dhadakne laga. Usne turant mudkar dekha—campus ke main lawn ke taraf ek bara juloos aata hua tha. Dhol baj rahe the, ladke-ladkiyaan slogans laga rahe the. Beech me Zaheer tha—white kurta, rolled-up sleeves, confident steps aur uske chehre par wo intense leader jaisa glow.
Ammu ki aankhen phat gayi. Uska haath uske dupatte ko aur kasne laga.
Ammu (andar hi andar)
Zaheer… tumne yeh kadam kyun uthaya?
Uske saamne Arjun ke supporters bhi khade ho gaye the, shock aur gusse me. Kuch log to turant nara-baazi shuru kar dete hain.
Arjun supporters
Humara neta ek hai! Arjun Singh zindabad!
Aur saamne se Zaheer ke supporters cheekh rahe the.
Zaheer supporters
Zaheer Qureshi! Inquilab!
Dono taraf se slogans takra rahe the jaise jang ka shankhnaad ho.
Ammu beech me khadi thi, uske kaan goonj rahe the. Usne apni aankhen bandh karli, andar ek ajeeb si ghabrahat.
Uske chehre par aansu ki boond aa gayi, lekin usne jaldi se palak jhuka li.
Ammu (khud se dheere se)
Yeh dono… ek doosre ke khilaaf. Kya mujhe apne bhai aur… Arjun ke beech khadi hona padega?
Camera uske bechain chehre par zoom karta hai, background me slogans aur dhol ki awaaz aur tez hoti jaati hai.
Scene – College Girls Common Room
Shaam ke kareeb tha, lekin campus abhi bhi slogans aur posters se goonj raha tha. Ammu tez kadmo se Shanu ke paas pahunchi jo common room ke ek kone me baithkar apna bag band kar rahi thi.
Ammu ka chehra safed tha, aankhon me darr aur bechaini.
Ammu
Shanu… tumhe pata hai? Zaheer bhi election me khada ho gaya hai. Main campus me khud dekhi uska juloos… Arjun ke khilaaf.
Shanu ne uski taraf dekha, thoda sa palak jhuki aur usne gahri saans li jaise wo pehle se sab jaanti ho.
Shanu
Haan Ammu… mujhe pata tha.
Ammu hairan reh gayi.
Ammu
Tumhe pata tha? Tumne mujhe bataya kyun nahi?
Shanu ne uska haath pakda aur dheere se bola.
Shanu
Kyuki main chahti thi ke tum thodi der aur normal rah sako. Lekin ab waqt aa gaya hai tumhe sab jaan’ne ka.
Ammu ki dhadkan tez ho gayi. Usne shabdhi khamoshi me sir hilaya.
Shanu (dheere se)
Wo aadmi… Mushtaq Khan… AND ka officer, Uska kehna hai ki yeh saara election sirf ek mask hai. Jitne wale ko iss sheher ke nasha mafia ke liye puppet bana diya jaayega.
Ammu ki aankhen gol ho gayi, uske hont tharr gaye.
Ammu
Matlab… Arjun aur Zaheer… dono ko pata hai?
Shanu ne uski taraf gehri nazar se dekha, awaaz me bojh tha.
Shanu
Nahi Ammu. Arjun ko is bare me kuch bhi nahi maloom. Par agar Mushtaq Khan ki baat sach nikli… to sirf yeh college nahi… puri Pink City ka ant nishchit hai.
Ammu ka jism ekdum se kaanp gaya. Uske haath se dupatta phisal kar zameen par gir gaya, lekin usne uthaya bhi nahi. Uski aankhon me aansu bhar aaye, usne seedha shanu ki taraf dekha.
Ammu (toot'ti awaaz me)
To main kya karun Shanu…? Ek taraf mera bhai, ek taraf… Arjun. Agar dono is raaste par chale gaye to hum sabka kya hoga?
Camera Ammu ke rooh ko hila dene wale expression par zoom karta hai, peeche se slogans ki goonj ab bhi chal rahi hoti hai—jaise uski bechaini ko aur tez kar rahi ho.
Scene – Zaheer ke ghar, Late Night
Andhera tha, bas ek tube light ki mildi-juldi roshni se aangan chamak raha tha. Azhar drawing room me so chuke the, ghar me ek gheri khamoshi thi. Ammu chori-chupe Zaheer ke kamre tak aayi, uska dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha.
Darr, gussa, aur uljhan—sab kuch ek saath tha uske andar. Usne darwaza kholkar dekha, Zaheer desk par baitha tha, nomination form ki copy aur kuch notes ko ghoor raha tha.
Ammu aage badhi aur thodi tez awaaz me boli.
Ammu
Yeh sab kya hai, Zaheer? Tum election me khade kyun ho gaye ho?
Zaheer ne aankhen uthakar uski taraf dekha. Pehle to thoda chok gaya, phir uski awaaz sakht ho gayi.
Zaheer
Ammu, tumhe yeh sab samajhne ki zaroorat nahi hai. Bas itna samajh lo ki main apne doston, apne college ke liye khada hua hoon.
Ammu ne aankhon me aansu roke, ek kadam aur aage badha.
Ammu ki awaaz ekdum kanp gayi.
Ammu
Lekin yeh ladaai tumhari nahi hai Zaheer. Yeh tumhe aur Arjun dono ko ek aise dal-dal me kheench degi jaha se koi nahi nikal payega. Tum samajh kyu nahi rahe ho?
Zaheer khamosh ho gaya, uski aankhon me bhi thoda sa darr tha, par usne apni wajah chhupate huye bas itna kaha.
Zaheer
Main peeche nahi hatunga, Ammu. Chahe Arjun ho ya koi aur… main yeh chunav jeetunga. Aur is sheher ko badal dunga.
Ammu ki aankhon se aansu gir pade. Usne seedha Zaheer ki taraf dekha, awaaz toot kar nikli.
Ammu
Sheher badalne ke sapne dekh rahe ho, lekin tumhe dikhai nahi de raha… ke tumhara apna ghar hi toot jayega.
Dono ke beech ek bhari khamoshi chha gayi. Peeche se raat ke insects ki awaaz aur door se koi kutte ke bhonkne ki goonj aa rahi thi. Camera Ammu ke aansuon aur Zaheer ke sakht chehre par cut hota hai—dono apne apne sach me qaid.
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