03-09-2025, 08:59 PM
Update 93
Scene – College Ground, Afternoon Continues
Stage ke saamne students ka samundar umad aaya tha. Arjun ki awaaz mic se ghoonj rahi thi aur har lafz se jazba tapak raha tha. Dhoop tez thi lekin uski energy aur uski aankhon ka junoon crowd ko aur garam kar raha tha.
Arjun
Main janta hoon… bohot se log kehte hain ki politics sirf jhooth ka khel hai. Lekin main aapko ek baat bata doon… yeh kursi mere liye nahi, yeh kursi aap sabke liye hai. Yeh kursi aapke haq ki hai!
Crowd ekdam se garaj utha—Arjun Singh! Arjun Singh!
Front rows me ladke-ladkiyon ke chehre par ek alag si roshni thi, jaise wo Arjun ke shabdon me apna future dekh rahe ho. Posters hawa me hil rahe the, kuch students mobile flashlight jala kar hawa me wave karne lage.
Arjun ka andaaz badal gaya, usne mic ko ek haath se upar uthaya aur dusre haath se students ki taraf ishara kiya.
Arjun
Aaj main ek baat likh kar deta hoon—agar main jeeta… toh iss college ki awaaz aapke haath me hogi. Har ek problem… chaahe wo hostel ka ho ya library ka, canteen ka ho ya scholarship ka… uska jawab aapko milega. Main chhupne waala nahi hoon. Main saamne se ladne waala hoon!
Crowd ki cheekh-pukaar aur slogans se poora ground hila diya. Ek ladka khada hoke chillaaya—Arjun bhaiya tum jeetoge!
Arjun ke chehre par confident muskaan thi. Camera uske supporters ke chehron par zoom hota hai—kisi ki aankhon me umeed, kisi ke dil me junoon, kisi ke chehre par khushi.
Stage ke neeche khade uske karyakarta ek dusre ke kandhe thapthapa rahe the. Sabke chehre par sirf ek hi ehsaas tha—Arjun Singh ka effect chhata jaa raha tha.
Aur yeh effect sirf students tak nahi… balki teachers aur staff ke kuch chehron par bhi halka sa asar dikhne laga tha. Sab samajh gaye the ki is bhashan ne ek wave create kar di hai jo ab rukne waali nahi.
Scene – College Party Room, Same Din Sham Ke Baad
Arjun ke dhamakedaar bhashan ke baad poora campus abhi bhi uske slogans aur energy se ghoom raha tha. Lekin Arjun, shor sharabe se alag, apne party room ke andhar aaya.
Room thoda andhera tha, sirf ek tube light ki safed roshni hawa me phail rahi thi. Darwaza band hote hi ek ajeeb si khamoshi chha gayi.
Arjun ne apni cream Nehru jacket utaar kar kursi ke peechhe latka di, phir dhire se ek kursi kheench kar us par baith gaya. Uski body language calm thi, lekin aankhon me abhi bhi bhashan wali garam aag jal rahi thi.
Table par posters, leaflets aur ek diary khuli thi. Arjun ne diary kholi aur pen uthaya. Uska chehra ekdum serious ho gaya, jaise ek soldier battlefield ke map par strategy draw kar raha ho.
Arjun apne aap se dheemi awaaz me bolta hai.
Arjun
Sabse pehle, election commission ke panel me apne bande fit karne padenge… phir polling day ke volunteers… aur sabse bada kaam, Zaheer ke entry ka jawab. Uske har kadam ko rokna hoga.
Camera uske chehre par zoom hota hai—uske lips tight ho jate hain, eyebrows niche ki taraf sikudte hain.
Arjun
Zaheer… tu sochta hai ki politics khel hai. Par tu bhool raha hai… iss khel ke har ek rule ko main likh chuka hoon.
Wo diary ke ek page par bada sa circle banata hai aur uske beech likhta hai—“Victory = Strategy + Control”.
Ek pal ke liye wo kursi ki backrest par jhuk kar aankhen band karta hai. Uske dimaag me bhashan ke cheers abhi bhi ghoonj rahe hote hain. Lekin usi ke beech ek aur image flash hota hai—Zaheer ka confident chehra jab usne nomination bhar kar uski taraf dekha tha.
Arjun ki mutthi apne aap tight ho jati hai.
Arjun
Game ab shuru hua hai.
Room ke kone me ek supporter darwaza knock karke aata hai aur bolta hai,
Bhaiya, campus ke posters ready ho gaye hain. Kal subah tak pura college aapke naam se bhar denge.
Arjun halka sa smirk karta hai, kursi se uth kar seedha khada ho jata hai.
Arjun
Nahi… kal subah nahi. Raat ko hi. Subah tak jab Zaheer aankh kholega, usse samajh aa jaana chahiye ki yeh college Arjun Singh ka hai.
Scene – Shaam, Ek Sunssaan Building (Anonymous Location)
Building ki 3rd floor par ek chhota sa kamra tha—pura andhera, sirf ek purana bulb latak raha tha jo har dusre pal jhilmila raha tha. Wahan dhoondh se bhari khidkiyon ke peeche Zaheer aur Mushtaq Khan khade the.
Table par ek purana naksha, kuch files aur cigarettes ki bachi hui raakh bikhar rahi thi.
Mushtaq Khan ne apne haath me cigarette pakdi hui thi, dhuaan chhodte hue usne Zaheer ki taraf ghur kar kaha
Mushtaq Khan
Zaheer… main tumhe har mumkin support dunga. Paisa, network, log… sab milega. Lekin yaad rakhna, main sirf background se hi madad kar paunga. College campus me mera chehra dikhna matlab hamara pura plan khul jana. Aur yeh hum afford nahi kar sakte.
Zaheer ne apne dono haath bandhe rakhe the, uska chehra sankalp se bhara hua tha. Lekin aankhon me ek khamoshi thi, jaise kuch dhoond raha ho.
Mushtaq Khan aage jhuk kar uske kandhe par haath rakhta hai.
Mushtaq Khan
Ab zimmedari tumhari hai, Zaheer. Tumhe ek aisa insaan chahiye… jo strategy me master ho. Jo Arjun jaise shaatir dimaag ko pal pal me maat de sake. Jo tumhe har kadam par lead kare, guide kare… aur tumhe iss khel ka asli khiladi bana de.
Room ekdam khamosh ho jata hai. Bulb ki jhilmilahat aur bahar se aa rahi kutton ke bhonkne ki awaaz sirf suni ja rahi thi.
Zaheer ka chehra dhire dhire ek aur rang me dhalta hai—uski aankhen ekdam tez ho jati hain. Jese hi Mushtaq Khan ki baat khatam hoti hai, camera Zaheer ki aankhon par zoom karta hai. Uski aankho me ek flash, ek soch chamak uthti hai.
Uske andar jaise ek awaaz gujti hai—Mujhe maloom hai… woh insaan kaun hai.
Zaheer ki jawline tight ho jati hai, uske hoth ek halki si smile me sikudte hain. Wo Mushtaq Khan ki taraf seedhi aankhon se dekh kar bas itna kehta hai
Zaheer
Mujhe mil gaya… woh insaan jo Arjun ko tod kar rakh dega.
Camera slow zoom out karta hai—room ke andhere me sirf Zaheer ka confident chehra chamak raha hota hai, aur Mushtaq Khan ke hothon pe ek shatir smirk.
Scene – Late Night, Arjun ka Room
Raat ke kareeb 1 baj rahe the. Ghar me sab so chuke the, sirf Arjun ka kamra abhi tak ek halki roshni me jagmagata tha. Uski cream Nehru jacket kursi par padi thi, jeans abhi tak usne pehni hui thi. Darwaza dhakka maar kar band karte hi wo bina soche samjhe bed par gir gaya.
Uska saans bhaari tha, dimaag din bhar ke speeches, slogans aur planning se bhara hua. Lekin jaise hi usne apna sir takiye par rakha, uski aankhen dheere dheere bojhal hone lagi. Kuch hi palon me neend ki aagosh use kheench leti hai.
Aur fir shuru hota hai… sapna.
Camera blur hota hai aur ek ajeeb si duniya samne aati hai—college ke hi stage par Arjun khada hai. Lekin saamne uski usual janta nahi, sab chairs khali hain, sab jagah ek andhera. Sirf ek spotlight Arjun par hai. Uske haath me mic hai, lekin awaaz nahi nikal rahi.
Achanak piche se dhol ki awaaz ghoonjti hai, wohi jo usne din me suni thi. Spotlight ghuma kar jaati hai Zaheer par—woh ek kursi par baitha hai, uske chehre par ek confident, thoda sarcastic smirk.
Zaheer
Arjun… yeh khel ab sirf politics ka nahi hai. Yeh teri izzat, tera pyaar, tera sab kuch todne ka khel hai.
Arjun ki aankhen gusse se phat jaati hain, wo mic todkar aage badhta hai. Lekin jaise hi ek kadam leta hai, zameen niche se daldal ban jaati hai. Uske pair usme atak jaate hain.
Upar se awaaz ghoonjti hai—
Zaheer ki.
Zaheer (echo me)
Arjun, tujhe maloom bhi hai… teri sabse badi kamzori kya hai? Wo ladki… jiske liye tu sab kuch kar raha hai. Ammu.
Camera ekdum fast angle me Ammu ko dikhata hai—wo ek door ke piche khadi hai, uske haath me ek diya hai, uski aankhen aansuon se bhari. Uske aur Arjun ke beech ek kaala sheesha hai, Arjun kitni bhi koshish karta hai, us tak nahi pahunch paata.
Arjun cheekhne ki koshish karta hai, lekin awaaz ekdam band ho jaati hai. Spotlight bujh jaata hai, aur sab kuch andhera ho jaata hai.
Usi waqt Arjun zor se jhatka kha kar apne bed par uthta hai, saans phooli hui, pasine me bheega hua.
Arjun
(andar hi andar)
Nahi… main haar nahi sakta.
Scene – Morning, College Campus
Arjun ka din tension bhare sapne ke saaye me shuru hua tha. Subah se uske chehre par thoda sa bojh tha, aankhen raat ke sapne se ab tak bhaari thi. Lekin jaise hi usne college ki galiyon me apne poster dekhne shuru kiye—uska khud ka chehra, confident smile aur taglines charo taraf chipke huye—ek halki si relief aur sweet si muskaan uske labon par aa gayi.
Dil ke ek kone me socha, haan, main akela nahi hoon. Yeh log mere saath hain.
Wo seedha apne party room me ghusta hai. Room me uske supporters already khade hain, sab excited, kuch planning me busy, kuch uske speech ke bare me discuss kar rahe hain. Jaise hi Arjun andar aata hai, sab seedhe ho jaate hain. Ek ladka jaldbaazi me uske paas aata hai.
Supporter
Arjun bhai… apko pata hai Zaheer ne…
Arjun uski baat kaat kar thoda smile karta hai, apna bag chair par fekta hai.
Arjun
Bol na… ruk kyu gaya?
Woh ladka ghabra kar dheere se kehta hai.
Supporter
Zaheer ne strategy ke liye kisi ko hire kiya hai…
Arjun table par rakha glass uthata hai, glass me paani hai. Usse haath me lekar ek smirk deta hai.
Arjun
To usse kya hua? Tum sab ho na mere saath… dekh lenge use bhi.
Ladka phir bhi ghabra kar jhat se bolta hai.
Supporter
Arjun bhai… dekh to lijiye, wo hai koun.
Arjun ka glass uske honton ke paas aata hai, sip lene hi wala hota hai ki uske haath ki movement ekdam ruk jaati hai. Uska chehra tight ho jaata hai, jaise kisi ne uske dil pe ek chot kar di ho.
Camera ekdum slow motion me cut hota hai…
College ke main gate ke bahar ek shiny black car rukti hai. Door dheere se khulta hai. Camera niche se upar jata hai.
Sabse pehle zameen par ek soft padti sandal utarti hai.
Phir frame shift hota hai—uske haath par, jahan ek khanakti hui tirange rang ki chudiya chamak rahi hain.
Uske baad camera zoom karta hai uske kaan par latakte hue silver jhumkon par.
Phir hawa me hilta hua uska dupatta screen fill kar deta hai.
Aur jaise hi dupatta ek taraf udta hai… camera blur se sharp hota hai.
Face reveal—
Woh ladki aur koi nahi… Shanu hai.
Arjun ke haath me glass ab bhi ruka hua hai, uski aankhen ek pal ke liye shock aur disbelief me jam jaati hain.
Scene – College Campus, Afternoon
College ka mahaul garam tha. Posters, flags aur slogans har taraf. Election ka dhoom-dhadaka pure campus ko battlefield bana raha tha. Jaha subah Arjun ka dhamakedar speech goonj raha tha, ab waha stage par Zaheer apni party ke saath khada tha. Bheed ekdum charged thi, aur loudspeakers ki awaaz college ke har kone me phel rahi thi.
Zaheer stage ke beech me aaya, mic ko apne haath me pakda aur seedha awaam ki taraf dekha. Uski aankhon me woh aatmvishwas chamak raha tha jo aam taur par usme kam dikhai deta tha. Lekin aaj uski zubaan me ek alag hi aag thi.
Zaheer
Doston, aaj main aapke saamne sirf ek candidate banke nahi khada hoon… main aapka ek dost hoon, ek student hoon jo aapki takleef samajhta hai. Humein aaj aise neta ki zarurat nahi jo sirf stage par khade hokar badi-badi baatein karein… humein chahiye koi jo aapke liye khada ho, aapke liye ladai lade. Aur main aapko wada karta hoon… har ek student ki awaaz meri awaaz banegi!
Uske shabdon ka junoon bheed me ek bijli ki tarah daud gaya. Students cheer karne lage, claps aur slogans aur tez ho gaye. Zaheer ke haathon ka andaaz, uska har pause, har lafz — jaise ek planned strike ho.
Stage ke peeche, thoda sa door, ek corner par Shanu khadi thi. Uske chehre par ek halki muskaan thi. Usne khud yeh speech likha tha, har line carefully chuni thi, har emotion ko perfect jagah par rakha tha. Usse maloom tha, Zaheer ke shabdon se bheed ka dil jeeta jaa sakta hai.
Aur waisa hi hua.
Dusri taraf…
Apne party room ke andar, Arjun apni kursi par baitha tha. Uske supporters bhi andar the, lekin uski nazar ekdum door chali gayi thi. Loudspeaker par bajta har lafz uske kaano me ghus raha tha.
Zaheer ki awaaz room ke walls tak guunj rahi thi.
Zaheer (loudspeaker par)
Yeh sirf ek election nahi hai… yeh aapki awaaz ki ladai hai, yeh aapke haq ki ladai hai!
Arjun ka haath table par rakhe glass ke paas ruk gaya. Uski aankhon me ek ajnabi si chamak thi. Woh jaanta tha, yeh Zaheer ki zubaan nahi hai. Yeh lafz, yeh structure, yeh strategy—yeh sab ek sharp mind ka kaam hai.
Aur uske dil me ek ajeeb si ehsaas hua… thoda shock, thoda admiration.
Arjun ne dheere se ek smirk kiya, apni kursi par peeche tik kar bola.
Arjun
Yeh style… yeh planning… yeh Shanu ka hi kaam ho sakta hai.
Room ki khidki se bahar se aa rahi bheed ki cheering uske dil par bar bar zor daal rahi thi. Arjun apne honton ko thoda kas ke muskuraya, jaise apne dil se khud ko samjha raha ho.
Arjun (andar hi andar)
Mujhe rokne aaye ho, Shanu? Dekhte hain… tumhari strategy mere junoon ke saamne tikti hai ya nahi.
Scene – Girls Common Room ke bahar, Shaam ka waqt
Campus ke andar aaj bhi roneq thi. Posters aur slogans abhi bhi hawa me gungunaa rahe the, lekin loudspeaker band ho chuka tha. Shanu apni diary haath me liye, thoda thak kar fresh hone ke liye girls common room ki taraf aayi. Uske chehre par satisfaction tha—us speech ne Zaheer ko naye level par laa khada kiya tha.
Jaise hi Shanu ne common room ke darwaze ki taraf kadam badhaya, uske raste me ek parcha gaya. Usne apni nazar uthai—Arjun saamne khada tha. Uska andaaz ekdum calm, lekin aankhon me wo shikaar karne wali intensity.
Shanu ne diary apni bag me daali aur sidhe uski taraf dekha.
Shanu
Rasta chhodo Arjun.
Arjun dheere se muskuraya, uska ek kadam aage badha.
Arjun
Rasta? Tum to khud mere raste me aa gayi ho, Shanu. Mujhe laga tha tum meri behen ho… support karogi. Lekin yahan to tum mere sabse bade dushman ke liye speech likh rahi ho.
Shanu apne dupatte ko sambhalte hue uske saamne se guzarna chahti thi, lekin Arjun ne thoda aage ho kar uske raaste ko block kar diya.
Shanu (thoda tez tone me)
Dushman? Arjun, mujhe lagta hai tum bhool rahe ho… main kisi ka dushman ban’ne nahi aayi. Main sirf ek sach ke saath khadi hoon. Aur agar tumhe ye sach khud ke khilaaf lagta hai… to ye problem tumhari hai.
Arjun ka smirk aur gehra ho gaya. Usne apne haath ko wall par rakha, ekdum Shanu ke paas, jaise uske words ko aur weight de raha ho.
Arjun
Sache ki baat karti ho… lekin sach to ye hai, tumhe pata hai tum jahan khadi ho wahan galat insaan ko support kar rahi ho. Shanu, tumhe pata bhi hai Zaheer ko strategy sikha kar tum mujhe kitna challenge kar rahi ho?
Shanu ne uski aankhon me seedha dekha, bina dare, bina jhuke.
Shanu
Aur tumhe pata hai Arjun… main tumhe challenge karne se darte nahi hoon. Tumne hamesha sabko underestimate kiya hai, lekin is baar… tumhe samajh aayega ki yeh sirf junoon aur posters se nahi jeeta jaata.
Arjun ke honton ki muskaan ek pal ke liye gayab hui. Uski aankhon me ek alag hi fire thi—shock aur admiration ka mix. Usne dheere se uske kaan ke paas jhuk kar kaha.
Arjun
Theek hai, behen… khel tumne shuru kiya hai. Ab dekhna… khatam main karunga.
Shanu ne uske saamne se nikal kar common room ka darwaza khola, usse palat kar dekha aur thandi saans ke saath bola.
Shanu
Khatam karne ki baat mat karo Arjun… kyunki is baar shuru se hi lead mere paas hai.
Aur wo andar chali gayi. Arjun wahi khada reh gaya—uske honto par ek half-smile, aankhon me ek nayi chingari.
Arjun(confidently monologue)
Tujhme bhi wahi khoon hai jo mujhme hai lekin shayd tu bhool gayi ki main thoda jyada kameena hu, tu bas teri tayari kar kyoki mujhe tayari ki jarurat nahi padegi
Scene – College Ground, Afternoon Continues
Stage ke saamne students ka samundar umad aaya tha. Arjun ki awaaz mic se ghoonj rahi thi aur har lafz se jazba tapak raha tha. Dhoop tez thi lekin uski energy aur uski aankhon ka junoon crowd ko aur garam kar raha tha.
Arjun
Main janta hoon… bohot se log kehte hain ki politics sirf jhooth ka khel hai. Lekin main aapko ek baat bata doon… yeh kursi mere liye nahi, yeh kursi aap sabke liye hai. Yeh kursi aapke haq ki hai!
Crowd ekdam se garaj utha—Arjun Singh! Arjun Singh!
Front rows me ladke-ladkiyon ke chehre par ek alag si roshni thi, jaise wo Arjun ke shabdon me apna future dekh rahe ho. Posters hawa me hil rahe the, kuch students mobile flashlight jala kar hawa me wave karne lage.
Arjun ka andaaz badal gaya, usne mic ko ek haath se upar uthaya aur dusre haath se students ki taraf ishara kiya.
Arjun
Aaj main ek baat likh kar deta hoon—agar main jeeta… toh iss college ki awaaz aapke haath me hogi. Har ek problem… chaahe wo hostel ka ho ya library ka, canteen ka ho ya scholarship ka… uska jawab aapko milega. Main chhupne waala nahi hoon. Main saamne se ladne waala hoon!
Crowd ki cheekh-pukaar aur slogans se poora ground hila diya. Ek ladka khada hoke chillaaya—Arjun bhaiya tum jeetoge!
Arjun ke chehre par confident muskaan thi. Camera uske supporters ke chehron par zoom hota hai—kisi ki aankhon me umeed, kisi ke dil me junoon, kisi ke chehre par khushi.
Stage ke neeche khade uske karyakarta ek dusre ke kandhe thapthapa rahe the. Sabke chehre par sirf ek hi ehsaas tha—Arjun Singh ka effect chhata jaa raha tha.
Aur yeh effect sirf students tak nahi… balki teachers aur staff ke kuch chehron par bhi halka sa asar dikhne laga tha. Sab samajh gaye the ki is bhashan ne ek wave create kar di hai jo ab rukne waali nahi.
Scene – College Party Room, Same Din Sham Ke Baad
Arjun ke dhamakedaar bhashan ke baad poora campus abhi bhi uske slogans aur energy se ghoom raha tha. Lekin Arjun, shor sharabe se alag, apne party room ke andhar aaya.
Room thoda andhera tha, sirf ek tube light ki safed roshni hawa me phail rahi thi. Darwaza band hote hi ek ajeeb si khamoshi chha gayi.
Arjun ne apni cream Nehru jacket utaar kar kursi ke peechhe latka di, phir dhire se ek kursi kheench kar us par baith gaya. Uski body language calm thi, lekin aankhon me abhi bhi bhashan wali garam aag jal rahi thi.
Table par posters, leaflets aur ek diary khuli thi. Arjun ne diary kholi aur pen uthaya. Uska chehra ekdum serious ho gaya, jaise ek soldier battlefield ke map par strategy draw kar raha ho.
Arjun apne aap se dheemi awaaz me bolta hai.
Arjun
Sabse pehle, election commission ke panel me apne bande fit karne padenge… phir polling day ke volunteers… aur sabse bada kaam, Zaheer ke entry ka jawab. Uske har kadam ko rokna hoga.
Camera uske chehre par zoom hota hai—uske lips tight ho jate hain, eyebrows niche ki taraf sikudte hain.
Arjun
Zaheer… tu sochta hai ki politics khel hai. Par tu bhool raha hai… iss khel ke har ek rule ko main likh chuka hoon.
Wo diary ke ek page par bada sa circle banata hai aur uske beech likhta hai—“Victory = Strategy + Control”.
Ek pal ke liye wo kursi ki backrest par jhuk kar aankhen band karta hai. Uske dimaag me bhashan ke cheers abhi bhi ghoonj rahe hote hain. Lekin usi ke beech ek aur image flash hota hai—Zaheer ka confident chehra jab usne nomination bhar kar uski taraf dekha tha.
Arjun ki mutthi apne aap tight ho jati hai.
Arjun
Game ab shuru hua hai.
Room ke kone me ek supporter darwaza knock karke aata hai aur bolta hai,
Bhaiya, campus ke posters ready ho gaye hain. Kal subah tak pura college aapke naam se bhar denge.
Arjun halka sa smirk karta hai, kursi se uth kar seedha khada ho jata hai.
Arjun
Nahi… kal subah nahi. Raat ko hi. Subah tak jab Zaheer aankh kholega, usse samajh aa jaana chahiye ki yeh college Arjun Singh ka hai.
Scene – Shaam, Ek Sunssaan Building (Anonymous Location)
Building ki 3rd floor par ek chhota sa kamra tha—pura andhera, sirf ek purana bulb latak raha tha jo har dusre pal jhilmila raha tha. Wahan dhoondh se bhari khidkiyon ke peeche Zaheer aur Mushtaq Khan khade the.
Table par ek purana naksha, kuch files aur cigarettes ki bachi hui raakh bikhar rahi thi.
Mushtaq Khan ne apne haath me cigarette pakdi hui thi, dhuaan chhodte hue usne Zaheer ki taraf ghur kar kaha
Mushtaq Khan
Zaheer… main tumhe har mumkin support dunga. Paisa, network, log… sab milega. Lekin yaad rakhna, main sirf background se hi madad kar paunga. College campus me mera chehra dikhna matlab hamara pura plan khul jana. Aur yeh hum afford nahi kar sakte.
Zaheer ne apne dono haath bandhe rakhe the, uska chehra sankalp se bhara hua tha. Lekin aankhon me ek khamoshi thi, jaise kuch dhoond raha ho.
Mushtaq Khan aage jhuk kar uske kandhe par haath rakhta hai.
Mushtaq Khan
Ab zimmedari tumhari hai, Zaheer. Tumhe ek aisa insaan chahiye… jo strategy me master ho. Jo Arjun jaise shaatir dimaag ko pal pal me maat de sake. Jo tumhe har kadam par lead kare, guide kare… aur tumhe iss khel ka asli khiladi bana de.
Room ekdam khamosh ho jata hai. Bulb ki jhilmilahat aur bahar se aa rahi kutton ke bhonkne ki awaaz sirf suni ja rahi thi.
Zaheer ka chehra dhire dhire ek aur rang me dhalta hai—uski aankhen ekdam tez ho jati hain. Jese hi Mushtaq Khan ki baat khatam hoti hai, camera Zaheer ki aankhon par zoom karta hai. Uski aankho me ek flash, ek soch chamak uthti hai.
Uske andar jaise ek awaaz gujti hai—Mujhe maloom hai… woh insaan kaun hai.
Zaheer ki jawline tight ho jati hai, uske hoth ek halki si smile me sikudte hain. Wo Mushtaq Khan ki taraf seedhi aankhon se dekh kar bas itna kehta hai
Zaheer
Mujhe mil gaya… woh insaan jo Arjun ko tod kar rakh dega.
Camera slow zoom out karta hai—room ke andhere me sirf Zaheer ka confident chehra chamak raha hota hai, aur Mushtaq Khan ke hothon pe ek shatir smirk.
Scene – Late Night, Arjun ka Room
Raat ke kareeb 1 baj rahe the. Ghar me sab so chuke the, sirf Arjun ka kamra abhi tak ek halki roshni me jagmagata tha. Uski cream Nehru jacket kursi par padi thi, jeans abhi tak usne pehni hui thi. Darwaza dhakka maar kar band karte hi wo bina soche samjhe bed par gir gaya.
Uska saans bhaari tha, dimaag din bhar ke speeches, slogans aur planning se bhara hua. Lekin jaise hi usne apna sir takiye par rakha, uski aankhen dheere dheere bojhal hone lagi. Kuch hi palon me neend ki aagosh use kheench leti hai.
Aur fir shuru hota hai… sapna.
Camera blur hota hai aur ek ajeeb si duniya samne aati hai—college ke hi stage par Arjun khada hai. Lekin saamne uski usual janta nahi, sab chairs khali hain, sab jagah ek andhera. Sirf ek spotlight Arjun par hai. Uske haath me mic hai, lekin awaaz nahi nikal rahi.
Achanak piche se dhol ki awaaz ghoonjti hai, wohi jo usne din me suni thi. Spotlight ghuma kar jaati hai Zaheer par—woh ek kursi par baitha hai, uske chehre par ek confident, thoda sarcastic smirk.
Zaheer
Arjun… yeh khel ab sirf politics ka nahi hai. Yeh teri izzat, tera pyaar, tera sab kuch todne ka khel hai.
Arjun ki aankhen gusse se phat jaati hain, wo mic todkar aage badhta hai. Lekin jaise hi ek kadam leta hai, zameen niche se daldal ban jaati hai. Uske pair usme atak jaate hain.
Upar se awaaz ghoonjti hai—
Zaheer ki.
Zaheer (echo me)
Arjun, tujhe maloom bhi hai… teri sabse badi kamzori kya hai? Wo ladki… jiske liye tu sab kuch kar raha hai. Ammu.
Camera ekdum fast angle me Ammu ko dikhata hai—wo ek door ke piche khadi hai, uske haath me ek diya hai, uski aankhen aansuon se bhari. Uske aur Arjun ke beech ek kaala sheesha hai, Arjun kitni bhi koshish karta hai, us tak nahi pahunch paata.
Arjun cheekhne ki koshish karta hai, lekin awaaz ekdam band ho jaati hai. Spotlight bujh jaata hai, aur sab kuch andhera ho jaata hai.
Usi waqt Arjun zor se jhatka kha kar apne bed par uthta hai, saans phooli hui, pasine me bheega hua.
Arjun
(andar hi andar)
Nahi… main haar nahi sakta.
Scene – Morning, College Campus
Arjun ka din tension bhare sapne ke saaye me shuru hua tha. Subah se uske chehre par thoda sa bojh tha, aankhen raat ke sapne se ab tak bhaari thi. Lekin jaise hi usne college ki galiyon me apne poster dekhne shuru kiye—uska khud ka chehra, confident smile aur taglines charo taraf chipke huye—ek halki si relief aur sweet si muskaan uske labon par aa gayi.
Dil ke ek kone me socha, haan, main akela nahi hoon. Yeh log mere saath hain.
Wo seedha apne party room me ghusta hai. Room me uske supporters already khade hain, sab excited, kuch planning me busy, kuch uske speech ke bare me discuss kar rahe hain. Jaise hi Arjun andar aata hai, sab seedhe ho jaate hain. Ek ladka jaldbaazi me uske paas aata hai.
Supporter
Arjun bhai… apko pata hai Zaheer ne…
Arjun uski baat kaat kar thoda smile karta hai, apna bag chair par fekta hai.
Arjun
Bol na… ruk kyu gaya?
Woh ladka ghabra kar dheere se kehta hai.
Supporter
Zaheer ne strategy ke liye kisi ko hire kiya hai…
Arjun table par rakha glass uthata hai, glass me paani hai. Usse haath me lekar ek smirk deta hai.
Arjun
To usse kya hua? Tum sab ho na mere saath… dekh lenge use bhi.
Ladka phir bhi ghabra kar jhat se bolta hai.
Supporter
Arjun bhai… dekh to lijiye, wo hai koun.
Arjun ka glass uske honton ke paas aata hai, sip lene hi wala hota hai ki uske haath ki movement ekdam ruk jaati hai. Uska chehra tight ho jaata hai, jaise kisi ne uske dil pe ek chot kar di ho.
Camera ekdum slow motion me cut hota hai…
College ke main gate ke bahar ek shiny black car rukti hai. Door dheere se khulta hai. Camera niche se upar jata hai.
Sabse pehle zameen par ek soft padti sandal utarti hai.
Phir frame shift hota hai—uske haath par, jahan ek khanakti hui tirange rang ki chudiya chamak rahi hain.
Uske baad camera zoom karta hai uske kaan par latakte hue silver jhumkon par.
Phir hawa me hilta hua uska dupatta screen fill kar deta hai.
Aur jaise hi dupatta ek taraf udta hai… camera blur se sharp hota hai.
Face reveal—
Woh ladki aur koi nahi… Shanu hai.
Arjun ke haath me glass ab bhi ruka hua hai, uski aankhen ek pal ke liye shock aur disbelief me jam jaati hain.
Scene – College Campus, Afternoon
College ka mahaul garam tha. Posters, flags aur slogans har taraf. Election ka dhoom-dhadaka pure campus ko battlefield bana raha tha. Jaha subah Arjun ka dhamakedar speech goonj raha tha, ab waha stage par Zaheer apni party ke saath khada tha. Bheed ekdum charged thi, aur loudspeakers ki awaaz college ke har kone me phel rahi thi.
Zaheer stage ke beech me aaya, mic ko apne haath me pakda aur seedha awaam ki taraf dekha. Uski aankhon me woh aatmvishwas chamak raha tha jo aam taur par usme kam dikhai deta tha. Lekin aaj uski zubaan me ek alag hi aag thi.
Zaheer
Doston, aaj main aapke saamne sirf ek candidate banke nahi khada hoon… main aapka ek dost hoon, ek student hoon jo aapki takleef samajhta hai. Humein aaj aise neta ki zarurat nahi jo sirf stage par khade hokar badi-badi baatein karein… humein chahiye koi jo aapke liye khada ho, aapke liye ladai lade. Aur main aapko wada karta hoon… har ek student ki awaaz meri awaaz banegi!
Uske shabdon ka junoon bheed me ek bijli ki tarah daud gaya. Students cheer karne lage, claps aur slogans aur tez ho gaye. Zaheer ke haathon ka andaaz, uska har pause, har lafz — jaise ek planned strike ho.
Stage ke peeche, thoda sa door, ek corner par Shanu khadi thi. Uske chehre par ek halki muskaan thi. Usne khud yeh speech likha tha, har line carefully chuni thi, har emotion ko perfect jagah par rakha tha. Usse maloom tha, Zaheer ke shabdon se bheed ka dil jeeta jaa sakta hai.
Aur waisa hi hua.
Dusri taraf…
Apne party room ke andar, Arjun apni kursi par baitha tha. Uske supporters bhi andar the, lekin uski nazar ekdum door chali gayi thi. Loudspeaker par bajta har lafz uske kaano me ghus raha tha.
Zaheer ki awaaz room ke walls tak guunj rahi thi.
Zaheer (loudspeaker par)
Yeh sirf ek election nahi hai… yeh aapki awaaz ki ladai hai, yeh aapke haq ki ladai hai!
Arjun ka haath table par rakhe glass ke paas ruk gaya. Uski aankhon me ek ajnabi si chamak thi. Woh jaanta tha, yeh Zaheer ki zubaan nahi hai. Yeh lafz, yeh structure, yeh strategy—yeh sab ek sharp mind ka kaam hai.
Aur uske dil me ek ajeeb si ehsaas hua… thoda shock, thoda admiration.
Arjun ne dheere se ek smirk kiya, apni kursi par peeche tik kar bola.
Arjun
Yeh style… yeh planning… yeh Shanu ka hi kaam ho sakta hai.
Room ki khidki se bahar se aa rahi bheed ki cheering uske dil par bar bar zor daal rahi thi. Arjun apne honton ko thoda kas ke muskuraya, jaise apne dil se khud ko samjha raha ho.
Arjun (andar hi andar)
Mujhe rokne aaye ho, Shanu? Dekhte hain… tumhari strategy mere junoon ke saamne tikti hai ya nahi.
Scene – Girls Common Room ke bahar, Shaam ka waqt
Campus ke andar aaj bhi roneq thi. Posters aur slogans abhi bhi hawa me gungunaa rahe the, lekin loudspeaker band ho chuka tha. Shanu apni diary haath me liye, thoda thak kar fresh hone ke liye girls common room ki taraf aayi. Uske chehre par satisfaction tha—us speech ne Zaheer ko naye level par laa khada kiya tha.
Jaise hi Shanu ne common room ke darwaze ki taraf kadam badhaya, uske raste me ek parcha gaya. Usne apni nazar uthai—Arjun saamne khada tha. Uska andaaz ekdum calm, lekin aankhon me wo shikaar karne wali intensity.
Shanu ne diary apni bag me daali aur sidhe uski taraf dekha.
Shanu
Rasta chhodo Arjun.
Arjun dheere se muskuraya, uska ek kadam aage badha.
Arjun
Rasta? Tum to khud mere raste me aa gayi ho, Shanu. Mujhe laga tha tum meri behen ho… support karogi. Lekin yahan to tum mere sabse bade dushman ke liye speech likh rahi ho.
Shanu apne dupatte ko sambhalte hue uske saamne se guzarna chahti thi, lekin Arjun ne thoda aage ho kar uske raaste ko block kar diya.
Shanu (thoda tez tone me)
Dushman? Arjun, mujhe lagta hai tum bhool rahe ho… main kisi ka dushman ban’ne nahi aayi. Main sirf ek sach ke saath khadi hoon. Aur agar tumhe ye sach khud ke khilaaf lagta hai… to ye problem tumhari hai.
Arjun ka smirk aur gehra ho gaya. Usne apne haath ko wall par rakha, ekdum Shanu ke paas, jaise uske words ko aur weight de raha ho.
Arjun
Sache ki baat karti ho… lekin sach to ye hai, tumhe pata hai tum jahan khadi ho wahan galat insaan ko support kar rahi ho. Shanu, tumhe pata bhi hai Zaheer ko strategy sikha kar tum mujhe kitna challenge kar rahi ho?
Shanu ne uski aankhon me seedha dekha, bina dare, bina jhuke.
Shanu
Aur tumhe pata hai Arjun… main tumhe challenge karne se darte nahi hoon. Tumne hamesha sabko underestimate kiya hai, lekin is baar… tumhe samajh aayega ki yeh sirf junoon aur posters se nahi jeeta jaata.
Arjun ke honton ki muskaan ek pal ke liye gayab hui. Uski aankhon me ek alag hi fire thi—shock aur admiration ka mix. Usne dheere se uske kaan ke paas jhuk kar kaha.
Arjun
Theek hai, behen… khel tumne shuru kiya hai. Ab dekhna… khatam main karunga.
Shanu ne uske saamne se nikal kar common room ka darwaza khola, usse palat kar dekha aur thandi saans ke saath bola.
Shanu
Khatam karne ki baat mat karo Arjun… kyunki is baar shuru se hi lead mere paas hai.
Aur wo andar chali gayi. Arjun wahi khada reh gaya—uske honto par ek half-smile, aankhon me ek nayi chingari.
Arjun(confidently monologue)
Tujhme bhi wahi khoon hai jo mujhme hai lekin shayd tu bhool gayi ki main thoda jyada kameena hu, tu bas teri tayari kar kyoki mujhe tayari ki jarurat nahi padegi
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