11-09-2025, 03:54 PM
Update 111
Scene: Zaheer Camp – Afternoon
Zaheer apne supporters ke beech baitha hota hai, ek chilled sa smile. Shanu uske paas khadi hai, aur Taz–Priya background me excited students ke saath.
Tabhi Arjun camp ke saamne entry maar deta hai — rage se bhara hua. Pura hall ekdum silence me aa jata hai. Students ke phones record pe chale jaate hain.
Arjun (seedha Zaheer ki aankhon me dekhte hue, gusse se)
Zaheer… tere khel ab khatam hain. Poster lagane se leader nahi ban jaata aadmi… tu bas ek chhoti soch wala coward hai.
Zaheer (relaxed smirk ke saath uth kar khada hota hai)
Coward? Aur tu? Jo apni team ka paisa chura kar apne naam se poster chapwata hai? Tujhe toh college se nikal dena chahiye, election kya lad raha hai tu?
Students se ekdum “ooooohhh” wali reaction aati hai.
Arjun (anger se hansi nikalte hue)
Apna muh bandh rakh… warna main aaj tere saamne hi tere jaise kutte ko sabke saamne nanga kar dunga.
Zaheer (aankh ghumate hue, sarcastic tone me)
Bohot zor se bhaunk raha hai… lekin yeh sab bhaunkna Ammu ke kandhe ke sahaare hai na? Dekh…
Arjun deliberately Ammu ke paas jaata hai, uske shoulder par apni kohni rakh deta hai. Ammu shock ho jaati hai, lekin Arjun bas Zaheer ki aankhon me dekh raha hota hai, smirk ke saath.
Arjun (taunt)
Main toh khada hoon Ammu ke saath… teri himmat hai isse chheen le mujhse?
Zaheer ek kadam aage badhta hai, aur full slow motion me Shanu ke gale me apna haath daal deta hai. Shanu pehle awkward hoti hai, lekin Zaheer ka face full confidence me hai.
Zaheer (smile ke saath)
Meri himmat dekhna chahta hai? Yeh Shanu… sirf meri support hai, meri shield hai. Tere paas Ammu hai toh kya? Meri team Shanu ke saath hai, aur yeh college bhi.
Students fir se ekdum hyped reaction dete hain.
Arjun (full gussa, aankhen laal, voice heavy)
Behn ki izzat ka naam leke politics khel raha hai tu, Zaheer? Tere muh se to behn ka lafz bhi sharminda ho raha hai. Tu sirf ek ghatiya kutta hai… jo apni jeet ke liye apno ka sahara leta hai.
Zaheer (ghoorte hue, voice full fire)
Aur tu? Ammu ko apna vote bank bana rakha hai… uska kandha tera campaign poster hai. Tu leader nahi, tu bas ek looter hai, ek dhokebaaz chor!
Arjun (forward step lete hue, Zaheer ke bilkul paas)
Aaj teri hawa nikal ke rahunga…
Zaheer bhi ek kadam aage badhta hai, dono ki naak se naak tak distance bach jata hai. Students ki bheed “FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!” chillati hai.
Ammu (gusse se, Arjun ka haath kheenchti hai)
Bas Arjun! Yeh sab band karo.
Shanu (Zaheer ke kaan me dheere se, but visible smirk ke saath)
Lagta hai tere taunts ne kaam kiya. Dekh kaise phat raha hai Arjun.
Zaheer sirf hansi nikalta hai, aur apni aankhen Arjun par tikaye rakhta hai.
Pura hall ekdum charged, bas ek spark chahiye aur ladai phootne wali hai.
Cut to
Scene: Arjun Camp – Late Evening
Arjun ke party room ka mahaul abhi bhi garam hai. Posters phaad diye gaye hain, table par scattered papers, kuch supporters apne-apne groups me baith kar heated discussion kar rahe hain.
Tabhi Arjun ka phone vibrate karta hai. Screen par naam aata hai – Party Head.
Arjun ek second rukta hai, deep breath leta hai aur call receive karta hai.
Party Head (phone ke dusre side se, gusse me)
Arjun! Yeh sab kya tamasha hai college me? Funds ka issue, poster scandal, fights… party ki image kharab ho rahi hai. Tumhe handle karne bheja tha, aur tum khud hi news ban gaye ho.
Arjun (chup reh kar sunta hai, sirf ek bar haan karta hai)
Party Head (aur tez tone me)
Sun lo Arjun, funds issue turant solve karo. Agar tumse nahi sambhalta to abhi bata do… main kisi aur ko bhej deta hoon.
Line cut. Silence.
Arjun kuch pal ke liye phone ko blank stare deta hai, phir use table par phek deta hai. Room me baithay supporters dare hue hain, koi kuch bolta nahi.
Arjun dheere-dheere room me chakkar lagane lagta hai. Uske chehre par gussa, pareshaani aur ek alag si chinta sab mix hai. Wo apne baalon me haath phirta hai, kabhi chair ko dhakka deta hai, kabhi whiteboard par likhe slogans ko blank aankhon se dekhta hai.
Ammu corner me baithi use sirf observe karti hai. Uski aankhen Arjun ke har expression ko scan karti hain. Ek taraf Arjun ka pressure, dusri taraf uska struggle.
Arjun ekdum se rukta hai. Uski aankhon me ek relief jhalakti hai. Ek chhoti si smile, jaise usne andar hi andar koi solution dhoondh liya ho.
Ammu (apni seat se uth kar, halki si awaaz me)
Kya mila tujhe, Arjun?
Arjun uski taraf nahi dekhta, bas window ke bahar ghoorta hai. Fir dheere se muskurata hai, ek confident smirk ke saath.
Arjun (andar hi andar)
Game ab palatne wala hai…
Room me supporters ab bhi confused hai, lekin Ammu ko Arjun ke chehre se kuch samajh aa raha hai. Uske dil me halka sa sukoon, jaise ab Arjun collapse nahi karega, balki palatwar karega.
Campus ka hawaajama aur bhi garam ho chuka tha. Canteen waale poster “Arjun Chanda Chor” ab tak half fatega, lekin uska poison har student ke dimaag me chala gaya tha. Har jagah students chhote-chhote jhund me baith kar baatein kar rahe the – funds issue, election drama, aur Arjun ke leadership par sawal.
Arjun ka dimaag tez chal raha tha, lekin uske chehre par gusse aur frustration ka ek thos naksha bana hua tha. Us din subah se hi usne kisi se properly baat nahi ki thi. Bas apne camp me aage–peeche ghoomta raha, jaise apna next step tod tod ke soch raha ho.
Ammu chup chaap ek corner me baithi usse dekh rahi thi. Uski aankhon me ek ajeeb sa worry tha. Usne Arjun ko pehle kabhi aise nahi dekha tha – restless, uneasy, aur ek aisa jo har baat ko andar hi andar daba raha ho.
Arjun phone call cut karke room ke ek kone me ruk gaya. Uske party head ke words uske dimaag me ghoonj rahe the – “Funds issue jaldi se solve karo. Agar nahi kar pa rahe ho to abhi bata do.”
Yeh sirf warning nahi thi. Yeh ek direct threat tha.
Arjun ke steps ruk gaye, usne dono haath apne balon me phasa liye aur sir jhuka kar gehri saans li. Uske chehre ka expression change hua… jaise uske andar se ek light flicker hui ho. Relief ka ek halka sa shadow uske lips par dikh gaya. Ammu ne turant notice kiya.
Ammu
Arjun… kya soch raha hai tu?
Arjun ne apna sar uthaya. Uski aankhon me ab wo restlessness nahi thi. Balki ek sharp glint tha – jaise uske dimaag ne kuch lock kar liya ho.
Arjun
Mujhe rasta mil gaya hai.
Ammu ne apna eyebrow raise kiya, slowly apni notebook band ki aur uske paas aayi.
Ammu
Kaisa rasta? Sab log toh keh rahe hai ke funds issue tere khilaf ek bada weapon banne wala hai.
Arjun uski taraf thoda jhuk ke, ek confident smile ke sath bola.
Arjun
Weapon tabhi banta hai jab main chup rahu. Main isko apna shield bana dunga.
Ammu ne surprise me uski taraf dekha. Arjun ka tone usual arrogance wala nahi tha. Yeh calm tha. Confident. Jaise usne dushman ke teer ko apni talwar bana liya ho.
Arjun
Sabko lagta hai main funds chhupata hoon… thik hai. Main sab kuch expose kar dunga. Open records, public display. Har ek receipt, har ek paisa jo student union ne kharch kiya hai, main unke saamne table par rakhunga.
Ammu ki aankhen chamak gayi.
Ammu
Matlab tu sabke saamne apna accounts kholega?
Arjun ne uski taraf smirk kiya.
Arjun
Sirf accounts nahi, Ammu. Main unhe proof dunga ki main jo kar raha tha, wo unke liye tha. Agar koi paisa gaya hai toh unke faayde ke liye gaya hai. Aur agar kuch problem hui hai toh main usko openly admit karke solution announce karunga.
Arjun ne apna fist band kiya aur ek dum se confident tone me bola.
Arjun
Zaheer chhupkar taunts deta hai, posters lagwata hai. Main saamne khada hoke sach dikhaunga. Tab students ko decide karna hoga – kis par bharosa kare.
Ammu ne dheere se ek chhoti si smile di. Usne Arjun ke kandhe ko lightly touch kiya.
Ammu
Bas ek baat yaad rakh. Students ko sirf sach nahi, feeling chahiye. Tu jab bole na, toh unhe lagna chahiye ki tu sirf leader nahi, unka apna hai.
Arjun ne uski taraf dekha, aur kuch second ke liye wo smile soft ho gayi. Uski aankhon me thoda sa warmth tha – wo warmth jo sirf Ammu ke liye nikalta tha.
Arjun
Isliye toh tu mere saath hai, Ammu. Mujhe fiery banna hai, aur tujhe soft. Mujhe plan banana hai, aur tujhe unke dil jeetna hai.
Ammu thoda blush kar gayi, lekin uske lips par ek proud si smile aa gayi.
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Usi waqt Arjun ka dimaag full speed par chal raha tha. Usne decide kiya ki wo ek Financial Transparency Sabha announce karega. Puri college ke students ko bula kar open stage par har ek paisa disclose karega. Saath hi, future ka plan bhi batayega – kis tarah un funds ko better utilize karega.
Ammu uske saath notes prepare karne lagi. Dono table par baith gaye, notebooks, receipts, aur ek laptop khol kar. Arjun ka tone ab full-on leader mode me tha.
Arjun
Sabse pehle, hum canteen renovation ka account dikhayenge. Fir sports equipment ka. Fir cultural fest ka. Step by step. Jitni bhi rumors hai na, sab ussi waqt clear ho jayegi.
Ammu
Aur last me tu apna next step announce karega… ek naya proposal. Students ko lagega ke tu sirf purana justify nahi kar raha, balki naya bhi de raha hai.
Arjun ne uski taraf impressed look se dekha.
Arjun
Exactly.
Un dono ke beech ka synergy ekdum electric ho gaya tha. Arjun ideas throw karta, Ammu usko refine karti. Kabhi Arjun loud ho jata toh Ammu usse thoda calm karke tone change karne ka suggestion deti. Kabhi Ammu over-think kar leti toh Arjun usko ek sharp line me cut kar deta.
Aur iss planning ke beech me, unki aankhon ka connection bar-bar unki baat se zyada gehra ho jaata. Arjun jab smirk karta toh Ammu usse thoda lambi nazar se dekhti. Aur jab Ammu apni handwriting me notes likhti, Arjun ek second zyada uske lips ya aankhon par tik jaata.
Jaise dono ke beech kaam ke saath ek silent romance bhi unfold ho raha ho.
Scene cut – Inspector montage
Wahi dusri taraf inspector apne office me ek cigarette bujhata hai aur table par gunde ke diye gaye notes ko ghoor raha hota hai. Uski aankhon me wo hi sharpness. Ek cop apne report file karta hai, inspector sirf “hmmm” karke file band kar deta hai.
Suspense abhi bhi tight rakha gaya hai – kya khulasa hua, abhi koi nahi jaanta.
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Back to Arjun–Ammu.
Raat ka waqt tha, camp ke room me sirf ek yellow bulb jal raha tha. Table par scattered papers, receipts aur empty coffee cups. Arjun thoda tired hokar chair se peeche lean hua. Ammu uske paas aa gayi aur softly boli.
Ammu
Thoda rest kar le. Kal tujhe full strength chahiye hogi.
Arjun ne apne haath uski taraf badhaye jaise ki uski baat sun raha ho, lekin uski aankhon me mischievous si smile aa gayi.
Arjun
Rest tab lunga jab tu promise karegi ki kal mere saath stage par khadi hogi.
Ammu ne usse ghoora.
Ammu
Main toh waise bhi tere saath hoon. Har jagah.
Arjun ke lips par ek soft smile aa gayi. Usne bas apni aankhon se uske words absorb kiye… jaise ki wo raat ka sabse powerful assurance ho.
Agle din subah, college ka atmosphere unusual tha. Har taraf whispers, har taraf posters, aur har taraf wo chhup-chhup kar hoti hui baatein. “Arjun chor hai… Zaheer messiah hai…” ya “Funds ka sach kab tak chhupaya jaayega?”
Sab log ek hi baat kar rahe the – funds issue.
Lekin usi dopahar ek bada poster notice board par chipka diya gaya. Bold letters me likha tha:
“Financial Transparency Sabha – Aaj shaam 5 baje, Central Ground.
Sabhi students invited.
Speaker: Arjun Singh.”
Neeche ek line aur likhi thi – “Every rupee, every detail, in front of you.”
Students ka shor mach gaya. Yeh pehli baar tha ki koi candidate openly apne accounts saamne rakhne wala tha. Curiosity bhi thi, doubt bhi tha, aur ek excitement bhi ke shayad yeh drama ab public stage par ek nayi shape lega.
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Scene cut – Zaheer camp
Zaheer ek bench par baitha tha, uske aage chai ka cup aur ek half-burnt cigarette. Shanu uske side me khadi thi, aur Taz–Priya saamne. Poster ki copy uske haath me thi.
Shanu
(to Zaheer)
Dekha? Ye banda drama master hai. Public ground me apna hisaab kholke sympathy lena chahta hai.
Zaheer thoda lean karke poster ko ghoor raha tha. Uske chehre par ek half-smile thi.
Zaheer
Sympathy lena easy hai, Shanu. Lekin numbers aur records me ek chhoti si mistake bhi ho, toh wo sympathy poison ban jaati hai.
Priya ne beech me baat ghusi.
Priya
Aur agar mistake na ho toh?
Zaheer ne uske taraf calmly dekha.
Zaheer
Mistake hamesha hoti hai, Priya. Chahe ek zero galat lage, ya ek receipt missing ho. Humara kaam hai uss ek zero ko spotlight dena.
Shanu ke lips par ek sharp grin aa gayi.
Shanu
Matlab sabha ke baad humari baari. Sabke saamne uske numbers ko ulta ghumana.
Zaheer ne sirf ek “hmmm” kiya, aur uski aankhen wohi cold sharpness se chamki.
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Scene cut – Arjun camp, sabha ke preparation
Arjun ne ek bada sa white chart banwaya, jisme saare expenses categories me divide kiye gaye the – Canteen renovation, Sports equipment, Cultural Fest, Library expansion, aur kuch miscellaneous. Saath hi, ek laptop projector system bhi ready tha.
Ammu, jo ek stack receipts arrange kar rahi thi, ne Arjun ko side se dekha. Uski aankhon me ab wohi powerful energy thi – jo hamesha stage ke liye bachi hoti thi.
Ammu
Sab theek se ready hai. Par ek baat yaad rakh, Arjun… tu data dikhayega, lekin logon ko apni aankhon se feel bhi karwa. Jo tone kal raat practice ki thi na, wahi use karna.
Arjun smirk karte hue uske close aaya.
Arjun
Main data nahi, Ammu. Main unka bharosa dikhane wala hoon. Aur tu mere saath hogi, toh mujhe koi hara nahi sakta.
Unke beech ek second ka silence hua – wo silence jo sirf un dono ke liye tha, baaki sabse hidden.
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Scene cut – Inspector montage
Dusri taraf, inspector ek old godown ke andar investigation kar raha tha. Gunde se nikali ek diary ko ek lamp ke neeche rakh kar uske pages पलट रहा था. Har page ke saath uski aankhen aur narrow hoti ja rahi thi. Uska ek constable aage badh ke bola –
Constable
Sir, yeh toh seedha…
Inspector ne haath se use chup karaya aur diary band kardi. Sirf ek line bola –
Inspector
Not yet.
Phir diary ko safe me lock karke ek cigarette jala li.
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Scene cut – Sabha ka atmosphere
Shaam 5 baje central ground jam packed tha. Students floor par baithe hue, kuch log khade, kuch balcony se dekh rahe the. Hawa me anticipation thi.
Stage par Arjun khada tha – white shirt, rolled up sleeves, confident body language. Ammu uske side me, ek supportive anchor ki tarah.
Arjun ne mic uthaya, aur ek deep pause liya.
Arjun
Main Arjun Singh, aaj yahan khada hoon, sabke saamne. Aaj koi promises nahi, koi slogans nahi. Sirf sach.
Sabha me silence chha gaya.
Arjun
Poster lagaya gaya ki main funds ka chor hoon. Toh chalo, aaj chor apna hisaab khol deta hai. Har ek paisa, har ek receipt.
Projector on hua. Screens par ek ek slide aane lagi – Canteen renovation ka cost, uske contractors ke bills, sports equipment ki receipts, cultural fest ke sponsors aur kharch.
Arjun ne har ek slide explain ki – kab, kyu, kiske liye. Har jagah uske words me ek calm confidence tha.
Ammu side se students ke reactions observe kar rahi thi. Kai students ke expressions soften ho gaye. Doubts kam hone lage.
Phir Arjun ne ek line boli jo pura mood change kar gayi.
Arjun
Agar kisi ko lagta hai main chor hoon, toh main ready hoon. Mujhe vote mat do. Lekin mere projects ke wajah se aaj canteen chal raha hai, sports unit ke paas naye gears hai, aur library me naye journals hai. Yeh sab chor ne kiya hai.
Ek dum se ground me claps phail gaye. Energy badh gayi.
Ammu ne Arjun ki taraf dekha, aur uske lips pe wohi proud smile aa gayi.
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Scene cut – Zaheer ka reaction
Zaheer aur Shanu crowd ke ek kone se yeh sab observe kar rahe the. Shanu ne thoda gusse se kaha –
Shanu
Yeh toh logon ko apne side le raha hai.
Zaheer calm expression ke sath bola.
Zaheer
Sabha abhi khatam nahi hui, Shanu. Numbers confuse karte hain. Aur confusion hi hamara weapon hai.
Uski aankhen wohi cold sharpness se crowd ke andar ghoom rahi thi.
Stage par projector ke last slide ke baad Arjun ne mic thoda jhatke se pakda. Uska chehra ab calm se zyada fiery ho gaya tha, aur awaaz ka tone bhi bold ho chuka tha.
Arjun
Toh doston, maine aaj tumhare saamne ek ek paisa, ek ek receipt rakh diya. Aur ab mujhe ek hi baat kehni hai…
Ek pause liya usne, jaise apne andar se gussa collect kar raha ho.
Arjun
Jo log mujhe chor kehte hain… unki himmat hai toh saamne aake bolo. Poster chipkana, corridor me chillaana… ye coward ka kaam hai. Politics khelni hai toh samne aao, stage lo, aur sach bolo.
Crowd me se ek loud cheer nikla. “Arjun! Arjun!”
Arjun ka gussa aur tez hua.
Arjun
Aur jo mujhe target kar rahe ho… sun lo! Tum chahe kitni bhi afwahen faila lo, kitne bhi posters chipka do, main darne wala nahi hoon. Main yeh election jeetne nahi, tum sab ke liye ladne aaya hoon. Aur haan… agar kisi ko problem hai, toh mujhe galiya dene se pehle apna kaam dikhao!
Usne mic jhatke se table par rakha, jaise ek challenge throw kar raha ho.
Students ka hall tod cheer phail gaya. Crowd ab literally khada ho chuka tha. Energy electric thi.
Ammu uske side me thi, uske chehre par proud aur relief dono tha. Usne Arjun ki aankhon me dekha aur halki si head nod kiya – jaise keh rahi ho, perfect tha.
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Scene cut – Zaheer ka entry
Arjun stage se utarne hi wala tha ki peeche se ek loud clap sunayi di. Clap slow thi, taaliyan zor se baj rahi thi, aur crowd ekdum se turn hua.
Zaheer.
Black kurta, rolled sleeves, confident smile ke saath stage ki taraf chala aaya. Uske saath Shanu thi – high heels, red dupatta shoulders par casually fall kiya hua, aankhon me challenge.
Zaheer ne mic uthaya.
Zaheer
Bahut accha dikhaya Arjun. Bahut khub. Slide show, receipts, aur apne aap ko hero banane ki acting. Wah!
Crowd me murmur hua. Kuch log “ooohh” karte hue react kiye.
Zaheer
Lekin ek problem hai. Receipt dikha dena matlab sach ho jaata hai? Kya guarantee hai yeh sab asli hai? Kya guarantee hai in bills me zero zyada ya kam nahi lagaya gaya? Aur sabse badi baat… kya guarantee hai ki funds sirf in par hi kharch huye aur kahin aur nahi?
Shanu ne ek sharp smile ke saath mic liya.
Shanu
Students, hum koi documentary dekhne nahi aaye the. Humko asli audit chahiye, na ki PowerPoint. Agar Arjun Singh itna hi imaandaar hai toh university ke auditor ke saamne apna pura account kholke kyun nahi deta?
Zaheer ne uske words ko continue kiya.
Zaheer
Exactly. Yeh sab dikhawa hai. Yeh sab sympathy drama hai. Aur sach yeh hai… Arjun Singh chanda chor hai.
Usne mic par thoda zyada zor diya, taaki words echo karein.
Crowd me ek mixed reaction hua. Arjun supporters chillane lage – “Nahi! Arjun sach hai!” Aur Zaheer supporters cheekh kar “Chor! Chor!” bolne lage.
Ek dum se ground do camps me divide ho gaya.
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Scene cut – Arjun aur Zaheer face-to-face
Arjun ne mic uthaya, aankhen bloodshot, aur stage par Zaheer ke bilkul saamne aa gaya.
Arjun
Zaheer! Tu mujhe chor bol raha hai? Tu! Jo apni campaign me itna paisa uda raha hai jaise tere baap ka khazana hai. Tujhe sharam nahi aati?
Zaheer thoda aur close aaya. Uske words me ice-cold venom tha.
Zaheer
Sharam toh tujhe aani chahiye. Chanda khata hai aur library ke books ka naam leke hero banta hai. Tu sirf ek fraud hai, Arjun.
Arjun ne gusse me apni kohni Ammu ke shoulder par rakh di – jaise deliberately Zaheer ko chubhe.
Arjun
Aur sun… mere paas Ammu jaise log hain jo mujhpe bharosa karte hain. Isliye main jeetunga.
Zaheer ne ek sharp laugh diya, aur turant Shanu ke gale me apna haath daal diya, usse khinch kar apne paas le aaya.
Zaheer
Aur mere paas Shanu hai… jo mujhe jeetne ke liye kisi ki zaroorat nahi padne deti.
Shanu ne deliberately Arjun ki taraf ek taunting smile feki.
Crowd me “oooooohhhhhh!” ki loud awaaz gungunayi. Students literally fire show enjoy kar rahe the.
Arjun ka gussa peak par tha, uski jaw tight, uski eyes bilkul blaze kar rahi thi. Ammu ne uska haath catch kar liya jaise usse explode hone se rok rahi ho.
Zaheer ne mic drop karte hue kaha –
Zaheer
Game abhi shuru hua hai, Arjun. Aur main hamesha endgame jeet-ta hoon.
Phir Shanu ke saath confidently stage se utar gaya.
Arjun ki fists tightly clenched thi, aur uske chehre par wohi ek line likhi thi – yeh war personal ho gaya hai.
Scene: Zaheer Camp – Afternoon
Zaheer apne supporters ke beech baitha hota hai, ek chilled sa smile. Shanu uske paas khadi hai, aur Taz–Priya background me excited students ke saath.
Tabhi Arjun camp ke saamne entry maar deta hai — rage se bhara hua. Pura hall ekdum silence me aa jata hai. Students ke phones record pe chale jaate hain.
Arjun (seedha Zaheer ki aankhon me dekhte hue, gusse se)
Zaheer… tere khel ab khatam hain. Poster lagane se leader nahi ban jaata aadmi… tu bas ek chhoti soch wala coward hai.
Zaheer (relaxed smirk ke saath uth kar khada hota hai)
Coward? Aur tu? Jo apni team ka paisa chura kar apne naam se poster chapwata hai? Tujhe toh college se nikal dena chahiye, election kya lad raha hai tu?
Students se ekdum “ooooohhh” wali reaction aati hai.
Arjun (anger se hansi nikalte hue)
Apna muh bandh rakh… warna main aaj tere saamne hi tere jaise kutte ko sabke saamne nanga kar dunga.
Zaheer (aankh ghumate hue, sarcastic tone me)
Bohot zor se bhaunk raha hai… lekin yeh sab bhaunkna Ammu ke kandhe ke sahaare hai na? Dekh…
Arjun deliberately Ammu ke paas jaata hai, uske shoulder par apni kohni rakh deta hai. Ammu shock ho jaati hai, lekin Arjun bas Zaheer ki aankhon me dekh raha hota hai, smirk ke saath.
Arjun (taunt)
Main toh khada hoon Ammu ke saath… teri himmat hai isse chheen le mujhse?
Zaheer ek kadam aage badhta hai, aur full slow motion me Shanu ke gale me apna haath daal deta hai. Shanu pehle awkward hoti hai, lekin Zaheer ka face full confidence me hai.
Zaheer (smile ke saath)
Meri himmat dekhna chahta hai? Yeh Shanu… sirf meri support hai, meri shield hai. Tere paas Ammu hai toh kya? Meri team Shanu ke saath hai, aur yeh college bhi.
Students fir se ekdum hyped reaction dete hain.
Arjun (full gussa, aankhen laal, voice heavy)
Behn ki izzat ka naam leke politics khel raha hai tu, Zaheer? Tere muh se to behn ka lafz bhi sharminda ho raha hai. Tu sirf ek ghatiya kutta hai… jo apni jeet ke liye apno ka sahara leta hai.
Zaheer (ghoorte hue, voice full fire)
Aur tu? Ammu ko apna vote bank bana rakha hai… uska kandha tera campaign poster hai. Tu leader nahi, tu bas ek looter hai, ek dhokebaaz chor!
Arjun (forward step lete hue, Zaheer ke bilkul paas)
Aaj teri hawa nikal ke rahunga…
Zaheer bhi ek kadam aage badhta hai, dono ki naak se naak tak distance bach jata hai. Students ki bheed “FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!” chillati hai.
Ammu (gusse se, Arjun ka haath kheenchti hai)
Bas Arjun! Yeh sab band karo.
Shanu (Zaheer ke kaan me dheere se, but visible smirk ke saath)
Lagta hai tere taunts ne kaam kiya. Dekh kaise phat raha hai Arjun.
Zaheer sirf hansi nikalta hai, aur apni aankhen Arjun par tikaye rakhta hai.
Pura hall ekdum charged, bas ek spark chahiye aur ladai phootne wali hai.
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Scene: Arjun Camp – Late Evening
Arjun ke party room ka mahaul abhi bhi garam hai. Posters phaad diye gaye hain, table par scattered papers, kuch supporters apne-apne groups me baith kar heated discussion kar rahe hain.
Tabhi Arjun ka phone vibrate karta hai. Screen par naam aata hai – Party Head.
Arjun ek second rukta hai, deep breath leta hai aur call receive karta hai.
Party Head (phone ke dusre side se, gusse me)
Arjun! Yeh sab kya tamasha hai college me? Funds ka issue, poster scandal, fights… party ki image kharab ho rahi hai. Tumhe handle karne bheja tha, aur tum khud hi news ban gaye ho.
Arjun (chup reh kar sunta hai, sirf ek bar haan karta hai)
Party Head (aur tez tone me)
Sun lo Arjun, funds issue turant solve karo. Agar tumse nahi sambhalta to abhi bata do… main kisi aur ko bhej deta hoon.
Line cut. Silence.
Arjun kuch pal ke liye phone ko blank stare deta hai, phir use table par phek deta hai. Room me baithay supporters dare hue hain, koi kuch bolta nahi.
Arjun dheere-dheere room me chakkar lagane lagta hai. Uske chehre par gussa, pareshaani aur ek alag si chinta sab mix hai. Wo apne baalon me haath phirta hai, kabhi chair ko dhakka deta hai, kabhi whiteboard par likhe slogans ko blank aankhon se dekhta hai.
Ammu corner me baithi use sirf observe karti hai. Uski aankhen Arjun ke har expression ko scan karti hain. Ek taraf Arjun ka pressure, dusri taraf uska struggle.
Arjun ekdum se rukta hai. Uski aankhon me ek relief jhalakti hai. Ek chhoti si smile, jaise usne andar hi andar koi solution dhoondh liya ho.
Ammu (apni seat se uth kar, halki si awaaz me)
Kya mila tujhe, Arjun?
Arjun uski taraf nahi dekhta, bas window ke bahar ghoorta hai. Fir dheere se muskurata hai, ek confident smirk ke saath.
Arjun (andar hi andar)
Game ab palatne wala hai…
Room me supporters ab bhi confused hai, lekin Ammu ko Arjun ke chehre se kuch samajh aa raha hai. Uske dil me halka sa sukoon, jaise ab Arjun collapse nahi karega, balki palatwar karega.
Campus ka hawaajama aur bhi garam ho chuka tha. Canteen waale poster “Arjun Chanda Chor” ab tak half fatega, lekin uska poison har student ke dimaag me chala gaya tha. Har jagah students chhote-chhote jhund me baith kar baatein kar rahe the – funds issue, election drama, aur Arjun ke leadership par sawal.
Arjun ka dimaag tez chal raha tha, lekin uske chehre par gusse aur frustration ka ek thos naksha bana hua tha. Us din subah se hi usne kisi se properly baat nahi ki thi. Bas apne camp me aage–peeche ghoomta raha, jaise apna next step tod tod ke soch raha ho.
Ammu chup chaap ek corner me baithi usse dekh rahi thi. Uski aankhon me ek ajeeb sa worry tha. Usne Arjun ko pehle kabhi aise nahi dekha tha – restless, uneasy, aur ek aisa jo har baat ko andar hi andar daba raha ho.
Arjun phone call cut karke room ke ek kone me ruk gaya. Uske party head ke words uske dimaag me ghoonj rahe the – “Funds issue jaldi se solve karo. Agar nahi kar pa rahe ho to abhi bata do.”
Yeh sirf warning nahi thi. Yeh ek direct threat tha.
Arjun ke steps ruk gaye, usne dono haath apne balon me phasa liye aur sir jhuka kar gehri saans li. Uske chehre ka expression change hua… jaise uske andar se ek light flicker hui ho. Relief ka ek halka sa shadow uske lips par dikh gaya. Ammu ne turant notice kiya.
Ammu
Arjun… kya soch raha hai tu?
Arjun ne apna sar uthaya. Uski aankhon me ab wo restlessness nahi thi. Balki ek sharp glint tha – jaise uske dimaag ne kuch lock kar liya ho.
Arjun
Mujhe rasta mil gaya hai.
Ammu ne apna eyebrow raise kiya, slowly apni notebook band ki aur uske paas aayi.
Ammu
Kaisa rasta? Sab log toh keh rahe hai ke funds issue tere khilaf ek bada weapon banne wala hai.
Arjun uski taraf thoda jhuk ke, ek confident smile ke sath bola.
Arjun
Weapon tabhi banta hai jab main chup rahu. Main isko apna shield bana dunga.
Ammu ne surprise me uski taraf dekha. Arjun ka tone usual arrogance wala nahi tha. Yeh calm tha. Confident. Jaise usne dushman ke teer ko apni talwar bana liya ho.
Arjun
Sabko lagta hai main funds chhupata hoon… thik hai. Main sab kuch expose kar dunga. Open records, public display. Har ek receipt, har ek paisa jo student union ne kharch kiya hai, main unke saamne table par rakhunga.
Ammu ki aankhen chamak gayi.
Ammu
Matlab tu sabke saamne apna accounts kholega?
Arjun ne uski taraf smirk kiya.
Arjun
Sirf accounts nahi, Ammu. Main unhe proof dunga ki main jo kar raha tha, wo unke liye tha. Agar koi paisa gaya hai toh unke faayde ke liye gaya hai. Aur agar kuch problem hui hai toh main usko openly admit karke solution announce karunga.
Arjun ne apna fist band kiya aur ek dum se confident tone me bola.
Arjun
Zaheer chhupkar taunts deta hai, posters lagwata hai. Main saamne khada hoke sach dikhaunga. Tab students ko decide karna hoga – kis par bharosa kare.
Ammu ne dheere se ek chhoti si smile di. Usne Arjun ke kandhe ko lightly touch kiya.
Ammu
Bas ek baat yaad rakh. Students ko sirf sach nahi, feeling chahiye. Tu jab bole na, toh unhe lagna chahiye ki tu sirf leader nahi, unka apna hai.
Arjun ne uski taraf dekha, aur kuch second ke liye wo smile soft ho gayi. Uski aankhon me thoda sa warmth tha – wo warmth jo sirf Ammu ke liye nikalta tha.
Arjun
Isliye toh tu mere saath hai, Ammu. Mujhe fiery banna hai, aur tujhe soft. Mujhe plan banana hai, aur tujhe unke dil jeetna hai.
Ammu thoda blush kar gayi, lekin uske lips par ek proud si smile aa gayi.
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Usi waqt Arjun ka dimaag full speed par chal raha tha. Usne decide kiya ki wo ek Financial Transparency Sabha announce karega. Puri college ke students ko bula kar open stage par har ek paisa disclose karega. Saath hi, future ka plan bhi batayega – kis tarah un funds ko better utilize karega.
Ammu uske saath notes prepare karne lagi. Dono table par baith gaye, notebooks, receipts, aur ek laptop khol kar. Arjun ka tone ab full-on leader mode me tha.
Arjun
Sabse pehle, hum canteen renovation ka account dikhayenge. Fir sports equipment ka. Fir cultural fest ka. Step by step. Jitni bhi rumors hai na, sab ussi waqt clear ho jayegi.
Ammu
Aur last me tu apna next step announce karega… ek naya proposal. Students ko lagega ke tu sirf purana justify nahi kar raha, balki naya bhi de raha hai.
Arjun ne uski taraf impressed look se dekha.
Arjun
Exactly.
Un dono ke beech ka synergy ekdum electric ho gaya tha. Arjun ideas throw karta, Ammu usko refine karti. Kabhi Arjun loud ho jata toh Ammu usse thoda calm karke tone change karne ka suggestion deti. Kabhi Ammu over-think kar leti toh Arjun usko ek sharp line me cut kar deta.
Aur iss planning ke beech me, unki aankhon ka connection bar-bar unki baat se zyada gehra ho jaata. Arjun jab smirk karta toh Ammu usse thoda lambi nazar se dekhti. Aur jab Ammu apni handwriting me notes likhti, Arjun ek second zyada uske lips ya aankhon par tik jaata.
Jaise dono ke beech kaam ke saath ek silent romance bhi unfold ho raha ho.
Scene cut – Inspector montage
Wahi dusri taraf inspector apne office me ek cigarette bujhata hai aur table par gunde ke diye gaye notes ko ghoor raha hota hai. Uski aankhon me wo hi sharpness. Ek cop apne report file karta hai, inspector sirf “hmmm” karke file band kar deta hai.
Suspense abhi bhi tight rakha gaya hai – kya khulasa hua, abhi koi nahi jaanta.
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Back to Arjun–Ammu.
Raat ka waqt tha, camp ke room me sirf ek yellow bulb jal raha tha. Table par scattered papers, receipts aur empty coffee cups. Arjun thoda tired hokar chair se peeche lean hua. Ammu uske paas aa gayi aur softly boli.
Ammu
Thoda rest kar le. Kal tujhe full strength chahiye hogi.
Arjun ne apne haath uski taraf badhaye jaise ki uski baat sun raha ho, lekin uski aankhon me mischievous si smile aa gayi.
Arjun
Rest tab lunga jab tu promise karegi ki kal mere saath stage par khadi hogi.
Ammu ne usse ghoora.
Ammu
Main toh waise bhi tere saath hoon. Har jagah.
Arjun ke lips par ek soft smile aa gayi. Usne bas apni aankhon se uske words absorb kiye… jaise ki wo raat ka sabse powerful assurance ho.
Agle din subah, college ka atmosphere unusual tha. Har taraf whispers, har taraf posters, aur har taraf wo chhup-chhup kar hoti hui baatein. “Arjun chor hai… Zaheer messiah hai…” ya “Funds ka sach kab tak chhupaya jaayega?”
Sab log ek hi baat kar rahe the – funds issue.
Lekin usi dopahar ek bada poster notice board par chipka diya gaya. Bold letters me likha tha:
“Financial Transparency Sabha – Aaj shaam 5 baje, Central Ground.
Sabhi students invited.
Speaker: Arjun Singh.”
Neeche ek line aur likhi thi – “Every rupee, every detail, in front of you.”
Students ka shor mach gaya. Yeh pehli baar tha ki koi candidate openly apne accounts saamne rakhne wala tha. Curiosity bhi thi, doubt bhi tha, aur ek excitement bhi ke shayad yeh drama ab public stage par ek nayi shape lega.
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Scene cut – Zaheer camp
Zaheer ek bench par baitha tha, uske aage chai ka cup aur ek half-burnt cigarette. Shanu uske side me khadi thi, aur Taz–Priya saamne. Poster ki copy uske haath me thi.
Shanu
(to Zaheer)
Dekha? Ye banda drama master hai. Public ground me apna hisaab kholke sympathy lena chahta hai.
Zaheer thoda lean karke poster ko ghoor raha tha. Uske chehre par ek half-smile thi.
Zaheer
Sympathy lena easy hai, Shanu. Lekin numbers aur records me ek chhoti si mistake bhi ho, toh wo sympathy poison ban jaati hai.
Priya ne beech me baat ghusi.
Priya
Aur agar mistake na ho toh?
Zaheer ne uske taraf calmly dekha.
Zaheer
Mistake hamesha hoti hai, Priya. Chahe ek zero galat lage, ya ek receipt missing ho. Humara kaam hai uss ek zero ko spotlight dena.
Shanu ke lips par ek sharp grin aa gayi.
Shanu
Matlab sabha ke baad humari baari. Sabke saamne uske numbers ko ulta ghumana.
Zaheer ne sirf ek “hmmm” kiya, aur uski aankhen wohi cold sharpness se chamki.
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Scene cut – Arjun camp, sabha ke preparation
Arjun ne ek bada sa white chart banwaya, jisme saare expenses categories me divide kiye gaye the – Canteen renovation, Sports equipment, Cultural Fest, Library expansion, aur kuch miscellaneous. Saath hi, ek laptop projector system bhi ready tha.
Ammu, jo ek stack receipts arrange kar rahi thi, ne Arjun ko side se dekha. Uski aankhon me ab wohi powerful energy thi – jo hamesha stage ke liye bachi hoti thi.
Ammu
Sab theek se ready hai. Par ek baat yaad rakh, Arjun… tu data dikhayega, lekin logon ko apni aankhon se feel bhi karwa. Jo tone kal raat practice ki thi na, wahi use karna.
Arjun smirk karte hue uske close aaya.
Arjun
Main data nahi, Ammu. Main unka bharosa dikhane wala hoon. Aur tu mere saath hogi, toh mujhe koi hara nahi sakta.
Unke beech ek second ka silence hua – wo silence jo sirf un dono ke liye tha, baaki sabse hidden.
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Scene cut – Inspector montage
Dusri taraf, inspector ek old godown ke andar investigation kar raha tha. Gunde se nikali ek diary ko ek lamp ke neeche rakh kar uske pages पलट रहा था. Har page ke saath uski aankhen aur narrow hoti ja rahi thi. Uska ek constable aage badh ke bola –
Constable
Sir, yeh toh seedha…
Inspector ne haath se use chup karaya aur diary band kardi. Sirf ek line bola –
Inspector
Not yet.
Phir diary ko safe me lock karke ek cigarette jala li.
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Scene cut – Sabha ka atmosphere
Shaam 5 baje central ground jam packed tha. Students floor par baithe hue, kuch log khade, kuch balcony se dekh rahe the. Hawa me anticipation thi.
Stage par Arjun khada tha – white shirt, rolled up sleeves, confident body language. Ammu uske side me, ek supportive anchor ki tarah.
Arjun ne mic uthaya, aur ek deep pause liya.
Arjun
Main Arjun Singh, aaj yahan khada hoon, sabke saamne. Aaj koi promises nahi, koi slogans nahi. Sirf sach.
Sabha me silence chha gaya.
Arjun
Poster lagaya gaya ki main funds ka chor hoon. Toh chalo, aaj chor apna hisaab khol deta hai. Har ek paisa, har ek receipt.
Projector on hua. Screens par ek ek slide aane lagi – Canteen renovation ka cost, uske contractors ke bills, sports equipment ki receipts, cultural fest ke sponsors aur kharch.
Arjun ne har ek slide explain ki – kab, kyu, kiske liye. Har jagah uske words me ek calm confidence tha.
Ammu side se students ke reactions observe kar rahi thi. Kai students ke expressions soften ho gaye. Doubts kam hone lage.
Phir Arjun ne ek line boli jo pura mood change kar gayi.
Arjun
Agar kisi ko lagta hai main chor hoon, toh main ready hoon. Mujhe vote mat do. Lekin mere projects ke wajah se aaj canteen chal raha hai, sports unit ke paas naye gears hai, aur library me naye journals hai. Yeh sab chor ne kiya hai.
Ek dum se ground me claps phail gaye. Energy badh gayi.
Ammu ne Arjun ki taraf dekha, aur uske lips pe wohi proud smile aa gayi.
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Scene cut – Zaheer ka reaction
Zaheer aur Shanu crowd ke ek kone se yeh sab observe kar rahe the. Shanu ne thoda gusse se kaha –
Shanu
Yeh toh logon ko apne side le raha hai.
Zaheer calm expression ke sath bola.
Zaheer
Sabha abhi khatam nahi hui, Shanu. Numbers confuse karte hain. Aur confusion hi hamara weapon hai.
Uski aankhen wohi cold sharpness se crowd ke andar ghoom rahi thi.
Stage par projector ke last slide ke baad Arjun ne mic thoda jhatke se pakda. Uska chehra ab calm se zyada fiery ho gaya tha, aur awaaz ka tone bhi bold ho chuka tha.
Arjun
Toh doston, maine aaj tumhare saamne ek ek paisa, ek ek receipt rakh diya. Aur ab mujhe ek hi baat kehni hai…
Ek pause liya usne, jaise apne andar se gussa collect kar raha ho.
Arjun
Jo log mujhe chor kehte hain… unki himmat hai toh saamne aake bolo. Poster chipkana, corridor me chillaana… ye coward ka kaam hai. Politics khelni hai toh samne aao, stage lo, aur sach bolo.
Crowd me se ek loud cheer nikla. “Arjun! Arjun!”
Arjun ka gussa aur tez hua.
Arjun
Aur jo mujhe target kar rahe ho… sun lo! Tum chahe kitni bhi afwahen faila lo, kitne bhi posters chipka do, main darne wala nahi hoon. Main yeh election jeetne nahi, tum sab ke liye ladne aaya hoon. Aur haan… agar kisi ko problem hai, toh mujhe galiya dene se pehle apna kaam dikhao!
Usne mic jhatke se table par rakha, jaise ek challenge throw kar raha ho.
Students ka hall tod cheer phail gaya. Crowd ab literally khada ho chuka tha. Energy electric thi.
Ammu uske side me thi, uske chehre par proud aur relief dono tha. Usne Arjun ki aankhon me dekha aur halki si head nod kiya – jaise keh rahi ho, perfect tha.
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Scene cut – Zaheer ka entry
Arjun stage se utarne hi wala tha ki peeche se ek loud clap sunayi di. Clap slow thi, taaliyan zor se baj rahi thi, aur crowd ekdum se turn hua.
Zaheer.
Black kurta, rolled sleeves, confident smile ke saath stage ki taraf chala aaya. Uske saath Shanu thi – high heels, red dupatta shoulders par casually fall kiya hua, aankhon me challenge.
Zaheer ne mic uthaya.
Zaheer
Bahut accha dikhaya Arjun. Bahut khub. Slide show, receipts, aur apne aap ko hero banane ki acting. Wah!
Crowd me murmur hua. Kuch log “ooohh” karte hue react kiye.
Zaheer
Lekin ek problem hai. Receipt dikha dena matlab sach ho jaata hai? Kya guarantee hai yeh sab asli hai? Kya guarantee hai in bills me zero zyada ya kam nahi lagaya gaya? Aur sabse badi baat… kya guarantee hai ki funds sirf in par hi kharch huye aur kahin aur nahi?
Shanu ne ek sharp smile ke saath mic liya.
Shanu
Students, hum koi documentary dekhne nahi aaye the. Humko asli audit chahiye, na ki PowerPoint. Agar Arjun Singh itna hi imaandaar hai toh university ke auditor ke saamne apna pura account kholke kyun nahi deta?
Zaheer ne uske words ko continue kiya.
Zaheer
Exactly. Yeh sab dikhawa hai. Yeh sab sympathy drama hai. Aur sach yeh hai… Arjun Singh chanda chor hai.
Usne mic par thoda zyada zor diya, taaki words echo karein.
Crowd me ek mixed reaction hua. Arjun supporters chillane lage – “Nahi! Arjun sach hai!” Aur Zaheer supporters cheekh kar “Chor! Chor!” bolne lage.
Ek dum se ground do camps me divide ho gaya.
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Scene cut – Arjun aur Zaheer face-to-face
Arjun ne mic uthaya, aankhen bloodshot, aur stage par Zaheer ke bilkul saamne aa gaya.
Arjun
Zaheer! Tu mujhe chor bol raha hai? Tu! Jo apni campaign me itna paisa uda raha hai jaise tere baap ka khazana hai. Tujhe sharam nahi aati?
Zaheer thoda aur close aaya. Uske words me ice-cold venom tha.
Zaheer
Sharam toh tujhe aani chahiye. Chanda khata hai aur library ke books ka naam leke hero banta hai. Tu sirf ek fraud hai, Arjun.
Arjun ne gusse me apni kohni Ammu ke shoulder par rakh di – jaise deliberately Zaheer ko chubhe.
Arjun
Aur sun… mere paas Ammu jaise log hain jo mujhpe bharosa karte hain. Isliye main jeetunga.
Zaheer ne ek sharp laugh diya, aur turant Shanu ke gale me apna haath daal diya, usse khinch kar apne paas le aaya.
Zaheer
Aur mere paas Shanu hai… jo mujhe jeetne ke liye kisi ki zaroorat nahi padne deti.
Shanu ne deliberately Arjun ki taraf ek taunting smile feki.
Crowd me “oooooohhhhhh!” ki loud awaaz gungunayi. Students literally fire show enjoy kar rahe the.
Arjun ka gussa peak par tha, uski jaw tight, uski eyes bilkul blaze kar rahi thi. Ammu ne uska haath catch kar liya jaise usse explode hone se rok rahi ho.
Zaheer ne mic drop karte hue kaha –
Zaheer
Game abhi shuru hua hai, Arjun. Aur main hamesha endgame jeet-ta hoon.
Phir Shanu ke saath confidently stage se utar gaya.
Arjun ki fists tightly clenched thi, aur uske chehre par wohi ek line likhi thi – yeh war personal ho gaya hai.
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