04-11-2025, 11:17 AM
Update 3 NOKRI OR BHOOKH
Scene: Ishani ka Restaurant — Late Evening
Restaurant ke corner me light thodi dim ho chuki thi, tables pe candles jal rahi thi. Background me soft acoustic music baj raha tha. Ishani counter ke peeche khadi order likh rahi thi jab manager ne aankhon se signal kiya —
“Table number 6, jao. Bahut der se bula rahe hain.”
Ishani ka dil ek second ke liye ruk gaya.
Table number 6... wahi table jahan wo baitha tha.
Curly hair, dark skin, ek casual denim jacket me... uske kandhe pe guitar latka tha, jaise har waqt music uske saath rehta ho.
Ishani ne ek chhoti si saans li —
"Bas ek normal interaction hai... kuch khaas nahi..."
par andar se dil dhak-dhak kar raha tha.
Wo tray lekar aage badhti hai. Table ke paas pahuchti hai — uske doston me se ek ladka turant bol padta hai,
“Finally waiter madam aa gayi!”
Sab hansne lagte hain.
Ishani ek halka sa forced smile karti hai,
“Sorry sir, thoda rush tha. Aapka order please?”
Tabhi wo ladka — her crush — thoda casually menu dekhte hue bolta hai,
“Ek cold coffee... aur ek cheese sandwich.”
Phir usne aankhon se Ishani ki taraf dekha... bas ek second ke liye.
Ishani ka time wahin ruk gaya. Uske liye wo ek second... ek saal jaisa tha.
“Okay sir,” usne muskurate hue kaha, par uska voice halka sa tremble kar gaya.
Ladka ne sirf “thank you” kaha, bina smile kiye, aur wapas apne guitar ke strings ko halka sa chhedne laga.
Bas itna hi interaction tha.
Par Ishani ke liye... wo duniya ka sabse khubsurat pal ban gaya.
Wo counter pe aate hue khud se sochti hai —
"Usne mujhe dekha... thank you bola... bas itna hi kaafi hai."
Uske chehre pe ek halka sa blush tha, aankhon me khushi chhupi hui.
Manager ne peeche se taana maara,
“Lagta hai aaj kisi ki coffee me extra sweetness daalne wali ho!”
Ishani ne muskurakar sir jhuka liya...
Lekin dil me ek hi baat chal rahi thi —
“Aaj maine usse baat ki... pehli baar...”
Same evening
Scene: Rahat ka Ghar
Chhoti si kitchen me chai aur tadke ki khushboo phailee hui thi. Clock ne 7 bajaye the, aur Rahat apne dupatte ko sambhalte hue jaldi-jaldi roti khane me lagi thi.
“Ammaaa! jaldi laado na... mera show ka time hone wala hai!” — usne ek haath me phone pakda tha, dusre se khana kha rahi thi.
“Abhi tak paratha garam nahi hua kya?”
Rukhsana, uski maa, chulhe ke paas khadi thi, haath me belan aur aankhon me pyar bhara gussa.
“Arre zara sabr kar, tumhe to har cheez hawa se chahiye. Itni tez bhaagti ho jaise radio station me tum hi duniya bachane ja rahi ho!”
Rahat hansi rokti hui bolti hai, “Arre Amma, duniya nahi... par listener zaroor bore ho jayenge agar main late gayi to.”
Itna kehna hi tha ki andar se ek tez, bhari aawaz aayi —
“Rahat!”
Ghar me ek pal ke liye khamoshi chha gayi.
Wo awaaz thi Imdad ki — Rahat ke baap ki.
Wo purani tehzeeb aur purane soch ka admi, jo ab zyada waqt bistar par guzarta tha, lekin ghar ki har baat sunta zaroor tha.
“ ye chillam-chilli kaisi hai? Aur ye kya roz radio radio karti rehti hai? Koi dhang ka kaam nahi milta kya tumhe?”
Unka lehja tanz bhara tha, jaise har alfaaz ek kasak chhod jaye.
Rahat ne pal bhar ke liye aankh jhuka li. Dil me toofan sa chala gaya, par chehre par usne wohi muskaan banaye rakhi.
“Abba... show ka time hota hai, isliye jaldi kar rahi thi. Aur ye mera kaam hai... pasand bhi hai.”
Imdad ki awaaz aur tez ho gayi,
“Pasand pasand ke naam pe ladkiyan aajkal sab kuch karne lagi hain. Radio kya, kal koi stage pe nachne lage to bhi keh dogi kaam hai!”
Kitchen me Rukhsana ne halki si awaaz me bola,
“Bas karo Imdad, ladki ko khana to kha lene do”
Rahat chup-chaap plate rakh kar bag utha leti hai.
Darwaze ke paas pahunchte hue ek baar rukti hai —
andar se Abba ka khansaati hua saans aur Amma ke belan ki halki si thap-thap dono sath sunai dete hain.
Usne dheere se kaha,
“Main ja rahi hoon Amma... late ho jaungi.”
Darwaza band karte hue uske dil me ek soch chal rahi thi —
"Kabhi to main unhe yeh samjha paungi ki meri awaaz bhi meri izzat hai... meri pehchaan."
Scene: Shaam – Rahat ka Radio Station
Mumbai ki shaam apni khushboo me doobi hui thi. Bahar traffic ka shor, hawaa me thodi nami, aur building ke chhat par likha tha —
“Radio Zindagi 92.8 FM”
Glass ke piche se light jhalak rahi thi. Andar studio me mic ke saamne baithi thi Rahat — apne headphones pehne hue, aankhon me wo jazba jo ghar chhodte waqt daba liya tha.
Room me halka sa warm light glow kar raha tha, uske samne ek cup chai, side me ek diary jisme likha tha —
“Tonight’s Topic: Khud par Bharosa.”
Usne mic ke switch ko on kiya, ek gehri saans li, aur us awaaz me wo confident smile aa gayi jise sun kar har listener sochta tha —
“Kaash koi itni dil se baat kare…”
“Namaskar dosto…”
uski awaaz me shaam ka sukoon tha.
“Main hoon Rahat, aur aaj baat karenge un logon ki, jo roz duniya ke liye ladte hain… par sabse mushkil ladaai khud ke ghar me ladte hain.”
Uske haath me halki si kanpahat thi, par awaaz me dum tha.
“Aap sabne kabhi mehsoos kiya hoga… jab duniya keh deti hai ki tumse nahi hoga, to dil ke kisi kone se ek awaaz aati hai — ‘Nahi, main kar sakti hoon.’”
Studio ke bahar sound engineer uski taraf dekh kar smile karta hai — wo jaanta hai ye lines scripted nahi thi, dil se nikal rahi thi.
Rahat apni diary band karti hai, aankhen band kar ke bolti hai —
“Main un sab ladkiyon ke liye kehna chahti hoon… jinhe roz koi rokta hai, samjhaata hai, ya daraata hai — yaad rakho, awaaz sirf sunane ke liye nahi hoti, apni pehchaan banane ke liye hoti hai.”
Mic band hota hai.
Studio me kuch palon ke liye sirf silence hoti hai.
Phir wo halki si muskura kar diary me likhti hai —
“Behen_Code: Mission Self.”
Aur window se bahar dekh kar, wo ek lamha ke liye sochti hai —
Ishaani abhi restaurant me hogi… Arti apni library me…
Aur dil me ek garv sa bhar jaata hai —
"Har ek ladki apni jang lad rahi hai… aur main apni."
Scene – Same Evening, Location: A Luxurious Apartment – Living Area
(Parallel timeline — Rahat apne radio show pe, Ishaani Food Adda me busy hai…)
Anisha ek soft beige sofa par bethi thi. Uske haath me ek children’s storybook thi — cover par likha tha “Goodnight Teddy.”
Room me mild perfume aur expensive interiors ki khushbu thi. Marble flooring, elegant lamps, aur walls par abstract paintings… sab kuch batata tha ki yeh kisi bade aadmi ka ghar hai.
Thodi der me hallway se high heels ki tak-tak sunai di.
Ek well-dressed couple living area me aaya — husband ne wristwatch pe nazar daali, wife ne clutch pakda hua tha.
Unka chhota sa beta sofa ke paas hi khilone se khel raha tha.
Wife (ek cold tone me)
Dhyaan rakhna mere bache ka… time pe dinner, aur please usse TV ke saamne zyada mat bithana.
Anisha (soft smile ke sath)
Ji, bilkul ma’am. Don’t worry, main sambhaal lungi.
Husband (halki haste hue)
Bas hum kuch ghanto me wapas aa jayenge. Thank you, Anisha.
Wo dono apne child ko goodnight kiss dete hain, aur front door se bahar nikal jaate hain.
Darwaza band hone ki click ke sath hi ghar me ek alag si shanti chha jaati hai.
Anisha ek lamha ke liye chup baithi rehti hai — bas us bache ki halki si hansi aur clock ka tick-tick sunaai deta hai.
Phir wo uth kar softly bolti hai —
Anisha (bache se pyaar se)
Toh, chhote sahab… aaj hum kahani padhenge ya blocks se khelenge?
(Bacha muskura kar uski taraf dekhta hai, aur kahani ki book ki taraf ishara karta hai…)
Scene fade hota hai ek calm warmth me — ek side me Radio Zindagi par Rahat ki awaaz goonj rahi hai, aur Food Adda me Ishaani ka hustle-chatter sunai deta hai.
Sab apni-apni duniya me busy… par ek invisible thread se judi hui — BEHEN_CODE.
(Soft jazz music background me chal raha hai. Chhota bacha carpet par apne teddy aur toy cars ke sath mashgool hai. Anisha uske paas baith kar kuch der tak hans hans kar kheti hai, uske khilone sambhalti hai.)
Bacha hansi me busy hota hai, aur Anisha dheere se uth kar room ke kone me chali jaati hai.
Uske pairon ki halki chaal marble floor par goonjti hai.
Wo kabhi bookshelves dekhti hai, kabhi showpieces, kabhi unke family portraits — sab kuch perfect, orderly, thoda artificial.
Phir wo ek wall ke paas se guzarti hai jahan ek bada sa mirror laga tha — golden frame me, decorative lights ke sath.
Anisha tham jaati hai.
Wo kuch pal apne reflection ko dekhti rehti hai.
Mirror me uske chehre ki halke thakan ke sath ek calm muskaan dikhti hai.
Aur tabhi… uske andar se ek awaaz jaise ubhar kar aati hai — uska monologue.
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Anisha (Mirror me khud se, inner voice)
Main Anisha hoon… 21 saal ki… student.
Din bhar classes, raat ko babysitting.
Logo ke bachchon ka khayal rakhti hoon, lekin apne sapno ka khayal rakhti hoon sirf main.
Kabhi kabhi lagta hai zindagi ek race hai — par main daud nahi rahi… main bas chal rahi hoon, apne speed se.
Logo ko lagta hai main simple si ladki hoon… lekin mujhe maloom hai, main sirf simple nahi, strong bhi hoon.
Mujhe har situation me apne aap par bharosa hai.
Aur jab koi ladki mushkil me hoti hai, mujhe lagta hai jaise wo main khud hoon…
Tab main ruk nahi sakti.
Isi liye main BEHEN_CODE ka hissa hoon.
Main ladti hoon, par bina talwar ke… bina awaaz ke.
Bas ek vaada hai — kisi aur ladki ke aansu mere jaise na ho.
(Thoda muskurati hai, apne reflection ko halki si nod deti hai)
Anisha (whisper me)
Tum theek kar rahi ho, Anisha…
Thoda tough hai, lekin tu tootne wali nahi hai.
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Mirror ke saamne khadi Anisha apne baal theek karti hai, phir halki si saans leti hai aur bache ki taraf mud jaati hai.
Anisha (pyar se)
Chalo champ, dinner ka time ho gaya…
(Camera mirror me uska reflection pakadta hai — ek ordinary ladki, par ek extraordinary mission ke saath.)
Scene – Same Night, Location: Arti ka Bedroom – cozy aur warm ambience night
Bedroom me halke yellow lights jal rahe the, bed ke paas side-table par ek diya abhi bhi jala hua tha — Diwali ke din ka bacha hua ujala.
Arti ek cotton ka night-suit pehne bed par let gayi thi, uske paas uska husband Abhishek laptop me kuch mail check kar raha tha.
Arti (thoda nakhre se)
Ab bas karo na, poora din office me computer, ab bedroom me bhi wahi?
Abhishek (hans kar)
Madam, yeh bhi kaam ka part hai… client mail bhej raha hai, kal morning tak reply dena hai.
Arti (taang hila kar muskurati hai)
Tumhare clients ko kya Diwali ka holiday nahi milta kya? Ya sab tumhare jaise workaholic hai?
Abhishek (fake serious face bana kar)
Arti ji, hum middle class log hai, humare liye Diwali bhi kaam ke saath manani padti hai.
Arti (halki hansi ke sath)
Haan, haan… middle class ho, par TV dekhne ke liye Netflix premium chahiye, AC full speed chahiye, aur Diwali gift me smartwatch!
Abhishek (nakli gussa dikhate hue)
Arey wah! Tum to poori list le kar baithi ho!
Arti (thoda romantic tone me)
List nahi… bas observation hai. Waise tumhe lagta hai main purani soch wali hoon kya?
Abhishek (muskurata hua, laptop band karta hai)
Bilkul nahi.
Tum sanskari ho, par smart bhi. Tradition aur trend dono ka perfect combo ho tum.
Arti (halki muskaan ke sath)
Acha? To phir kal se main jeans aur t-shirt me library chalu?
Abhishek (haste hue)
Haan, par saas maa dekh lengi to mujhe hi nikaal denge ghar se!
(Arti zor se hans padti hai. Uski hansi me wo shanti hai jo din bhar ke kaam, library aur mission ke baad milti hai.)
Arti (slow tone me)
Tum jaante ho na, mere liye tumhara support sabse important hai.
Abhishek (uska haath pakad kar)
Aur tum jaanti ho, mere liye tum meri poori duniya ho.
(Background me halki si romantic instrumental music vibe — diya ka flame dheere dheere hilta hai, aur dono ek dusre ke paas aa jaate hain.)
Scene fade out — ek shaant, pyaar bhari raat.
Scene – Same Night, Location: Rahat ka Ghar – Old Delhi style apartment, chhoti balcony ke sath
Darwaza khulne ki “click” ke sath hi Radio Zindagi ka ek muffled jingle andar tak sunaai deta hai.
Rahat dheere se ghar ke andar aati hai — haath me apna sling bag, kandhe se latakta headphone, aur aankhon me thakaan.
Uske pairon ke neeche purane carpet ka halkasa crunch hota hai.
Wo seedha living area me aakar apna bag sofa par phek deti hai aur usi par thak kar baith jaati hai.
Kuch pal ke liye aankhen band kar leti hai, sir peeche jhuka kar.
Room me sirf clock ki tick-tick aur balcony se aati halki hawa ka shor hai.
Rahat (dheere se, apne aap se)
Hamesha wahi… kaam ke baad lecture.
Bas ek show karne gayi thi main, koi gunaah nahi.
Uske chehre par emotional thakaan hai — jaise sirf body nahi, dil bhi thak gaya ho.
Kuch der chup rehti hai, phir ek gehri saans lekar uthti hai.
Mirror ke paas se guzarti hai to apni aankhon me andhera dekhti hai, aur khud se muskurane ki koshish karti hai.
Rahat (thoda sarcastic tone me)
Chalo madam RJ… ab ghar ka show chalu karo — “Roti Zindagi FM.”
(Thoda hansi ke sath kitchen me chali jaati hai.)
Kitchen me jaake fridge kholti hai —
andar bas aadha bowl dal aur do rotiyan padhi hoti hain.
Rahat (thoda nakhre se)
Wah, maa ne to kamaal kar diya… guest starve special.
Phir bhi ek plate nikalti hai, roti garam karti hai aur khud se hi baatein karti rehti hai.
Room me ek tired ladki ki reality goonjti hai — strong, independent, par dil se vulnerable.
Camera dheere se zoom out karta hai —
Rahat stove ke flame ke saamne khadi hai, ek haath me roti, ek haath me spoon, aankhon me soch…
aur dil me ek hi thought —
“Kal fir mission hai… aur kal fir duniya se ladna hai.”
Tabhi pichhe se ek mellow par confident aawaz aati hai —
Aawaz (piche se)
Lekin tu akeli nahi hai ladne ke liye…
Tera bhai tere saath hai, Behen!
Rahat jhat se mudti hai.
Doorway par Anish khada tha — jeans, casual jacket, aur dono haathon me takeaway packets.
Uske chehre par mischievous si muskaan thi.
Rahat (aankhein thodi badi karte hue, khushi chhupate hue)
Abe Anish! Tu itni raat me…?
Anish (andar aate hue)
Madam RJ, apni awaaz ke saath saath apna pet bhi sambhala kar.
Ye lo — tumhara favourite chicken roll aur fries.
(Plastic bag uske haath me rustle karta hai.)
Rahat apni aankhon me chamak ke sath daud kar uske paas jaati hai, packet le leti hai.
Rahat (excited tone me)
Oye hero! Tu to asli farishta nikla aaj ke din!
Anish (haste hue)
Haan, par farishta bhi thoda hungry hai. Ek roll mujhe bhi milega, warna protest hoga!
Rahat zor se hans padti hai, dono kitchen counter ke paas baith kar packet kholte hain.
Ek pal ke liye ghar ka saara thakaan, saara tension gayab ho jaata hai —
sirf ek behen-bhai ki garam rotiyon aur thandi hasi ka rishta reh jaata hai.
Night Montage – BEHEN_CODE (Same Night)
? Ishaani – Restaurant band ho chuka hai. Wo locker ke paas apna bag rakhti hai, mirror me dekhti hai, ek chhoti si smile karti hai — us ladke ke baare me soch kar. Phir mirror se muh mod kar lights off karti hai.
? Anisha – Bacha so gaya hai. Wo sofa par blanket se apni kamar dhak kar phone me koi motivational quote likh rahi hoti hai — "Kisi ko badalne se pehle khud ka ek better version bano."
Phir wo phone side me rakh kar light dim karti hai.
? Arti – Bedroom me soft light me apne husband ke kandhe par sir rakhe leti hai. Abhishek use dheere se hold karta hai aur bolta hai,
“Tere bina ghar adhoora lagta hai.”
Arti aankhen band kar ke muskurati hai.
? Rahat & Anish – Kitchen counter par dono rolls khatam kar chuke hain.
Rahat ek napkin se apna muh saaf karti hai, aur bolti hai —
“Zindagi chahe kitni bhi mushkil ho, jab tak tu hai… main haar nahi sakti.”
Anish halka sa hans kar sir hilata hai.
Camera unke hansi ke beech freeze hota hai.
? Anushka – Bank ke papers spread hain bed par. Laptop open hai.
Wo ek purana photo dekhti hai — uske ex ka. Ek second ko rukti hai, phir smile kar ke photo delete kar deti hai.
Phir diary me likhti hai: "Kal ek naya din hai."
Scene: Ishani ka Restaurant — Late Evening
Restaurant ke corner me light thodi dim ho chuki thi, tables pe candles jal rahi thi. Background me soft acoustic music baj raha tha. Ishani counter ke peeche khadi order likh rahi thi jab manager ne aankhon se signal kiya —
“Table number 6, jao. Bahut der se bula rahe hain.”
Ishani ka dil ek second ke liye ruk gaya.
Table number 6... wahi table jahan wo baitha tha.
Curly hair, dark skin, ek casual denim jacket me... uske kandhe pe guitar latka tha, jaise har waqt music uske saath rehta ho.
Ishani ne ek chhoti si saans li —
"Bas ek normal interaction hai... kuch khaas nahi..."
par andar se dil dhak-dhak kar raha tha.
Wo tray lekar aage badhti hai. Table ke paas pahuchti hai — uske doston me se ek ladka turant bol padta hai,
“Finally waiter madam aa gayi!”
Sab hansne lagte hain.
Ishani ek halka sa forced smile karti hai,
“Sorry sir, thoda rush tha. Aapka order please?”
Tabhi wo ladka — her crush — thoda casually menu dekhte hue bolta hai,
“Ek cold coffee... aur ek cheese sandwich.”
Phir usne aankhon se Ishani ki taraf dekha... bas ek second ke liye.
Ishani ka time wahin ruk gaya. Uske liye wo ek second... ek saal jaisa tha.
“Okay sir,” usne muskurate hue kaha, par uska voice halka sa tremble kar gaya.
Ladka ne sirf “thank you” kaha, bina smile kiye, aur wapas apne guitar ke strings ko halka sa chhedne laga.
Bas itna hi interaction tha.
Par Ishani ke liye... wo duniya ka sabse khubsurat pal ban gaya.
Wo counter pe aate hue khud se sochti hai —
"Usne mujhe dekha... thank you bola... bas itna hi kaafi hai."
Uske chehre pe ek halka sa blush tha, aankhon me khushi chhupi hui.
Manager ne peeche se taana maara,
“Lagta hai aaj kisi ki coffee me extra sweetness daalne wali ho!”
Ishani ne muskurakar sir jhuka liya...
Lekin dil me ek hi baat chal rahi thi —
“Aaj maine usse baat ki... pehli baar...”
Same evening
Scene: Rahat ka Ghar
Chhoti si kitchen me chai aur tadke ki khushboo phailee hui thi. Clock ne 7 bajaye the, aur Rahat apne dupatte ko sambhalte hue jaldi-jaldi roti khane me lagi thi.
“Ammaaa! jaldi laado na... mera show ka time hone wala hai!” — usne ek haath me phone pakda tha, dusre se khana kha rahi thi.
“Abhi tak paratha garam nahi hua kya?”
Rukhsana, uski maa, chulhe ke paas khadi thi, haath me belan aur aankhon me pyar bhara gussa.
“Arre zara sabr kar, tumhe to har cheez hawa se chahiye. Itni tez bhaagti ho jaise radio station me tum hi duniya bachane ja rahi ho!”
Rahat hansi rokti hui bolti hai, “Arre Amma, duniya nahi... par listener zaroor bore ho jayenge agar main late gayi to.”
Itna kehna hi tha ki andar se ek tez, bhari aawaz aayi —
“Rahat!”
Ghar me ek pal ke liye khamoshi chha gayi.
Wo awaaz thi Imdad ki — Rahat ke baap ki.
Wo purani tehzeeb aur purane soch ka admi, jo ab zyada waqt bistar par guzarta tha, lekin ghar ki har baat sunta zaroor tha.
“ ye chillam-chilli kaisi hai? Aur ye kya roz radio radio karti rehti hai? Koi dhang ka kaam nahi milta kya tumhe?”
Unka lehja tanz bhara tha, jaise har alfaaz ek kasak chhod jaye.
Rahat ne pal bhar ke liye aankh jhuka li. Dil me toofan sa chala gaya, par chehre par usne wohi muskaan banaye rakhi.
“Abba... show ka time hota hai, isliye jaldi kar rahi thi. Aur ye mera kaam hai... pasand bhi hai.”
Imdad ki awaaz aur tez ho gayi,
“Pasand pasand ke naam pe ladkiyan aajkal sab kuch karne lagi hain. Radio kya, kal koi stage pe nachne lage to bhi keh dogi kaam hai!”
Kitchen me Rukhsana ne halki si awaaz me bola,
“Bas karo Imdad, ladki ko khana to kha lene do”
Rahat chup-chaap plate rakh kar bag utha leti hai.
Darwaze ke paas pahunchte hue ek baar rukti hai —
andar se Abba ka khansaati hua saans aur Amma ke belan ki halki si thap-thap dono sath sunai dete hain.
Usne dheere se kaha,
“Main ja rahi hoon Amma... late ho jaungi.”
Darwaza band karte hue uske dil me ek soch chal rahi thi —
"Kabhi to main unhe yeh samjha paungi ki meri awaaz bhi meri izzat hai... meri pehchaan."
Scene: Shaam – Rahat ka Radio Station
Mumbai ki shaam apni khushboo me doobi hui thi. Bahar traffic ka shor, hawaa me thodi nami, aur building ke chhat par likha tha —
“Radio Zindagi 92.8 FM”
Glass ke piche se light jhalak rahi thi. Andar studio me mic ke saamne baithi thi Rahat — apne headphones pehne hue, aankhon me wo jazba jo ghar chhodte waqt daba liya tha.
Room me halka sa warm light glow kar raha tha, uske samne ek cup chai, side me ek diary jisme likha tha —
“Tonight’s Topic: Khud par Bharosa.”
Usne mic ke switch ko on kiya, ek gehri saans li, aur us awaaz me wo confident smile aa gayi jise sun kar har listener sochta tha —
“Kaash koi itni dil se baat kare…”
“Namaskar dosto…”
uski awaaz me shaam ka sukoon tha.
“Main hoon Rahat, aur aaj baat karenge un logon ki, jo roz duniya ke liye ladte hain… par sabse mushkil ladaai khud ke ghar me ladte hain.”
Uske haath me halki si kanpahat thi, par awaaz me dum tha.
“Aap sabne kabhi mehsoos kiya hoga… jab duniya keh deti hai ki tumse nahi hoga, to dil ke kisi kone se ek awaaz aati hai — ‘Nahi, main kar sakti hoon.’”
Studio ke bahar sound engineer uski taraf dekh kar smile karta hai — wo jaanta hai ye lines scripted nahi thi, dil se nikal rahi thi.
Rahat apni diary band karti hai, aankhen band kar ke bolti hai —
“Main un sab ladkiyon ke liye kehna chahti hoon… jinhe roz koi rokta hai, samjhaata hai, ya daraata hai — yaad rakho, awaaz sirf sunane ke liye nahi hoti, apni pehchaan banane ke liye hoti hai.”
Mic band hota hai.
Studio me kuch palon ke liye sirf silence hoti hai.
Phir wo halki si muskura kar diary me likhti hai —
“Behen_Code: Mission Self.”
Aur window se bahar dekh kar, wo ek lamha ke liye sochti hai —
Ishaani abhi restaurant me hogi… Arti apni library me…
Aur dil me ek garv sa bhar jaata hai —
"Har ek ladki apni jang lad rahi hai… aur main apni."
Scene – Same Evening, Location: A Luxurious Apartment – Living Area
(Parallel timeline — Rahat apne radio show pe, Ishaani Food Adda me busy hai…)
Anisha ek soft beige sofa par bethi thi. Uske haath me ek children’s storybook thi — cover par likha tha “Goodnight Teddy.”
Room me mild perfume aur expensive interiors ki khushbu thi. Marble flooring, elegant lamps, aur walls par abstract paintings… sab kuch batata tha ki yeh kisi bade aadmi ka ghar hai.
Thodi der me hallway se high heels ki tak-tak sunai di.
Ek well-dressed couple living area me aaya — husband ne wristwatch pe nazar daali, wife ne clutch pakda hua tha.
Unka chhota sa beta sofa ke paas hi khilone se khel raha tha.
Wife (ek cold tone me)
Dhyaan rakhna mere bache ka… time pe dinner, aur please usse TV ke saamne zyada mat bithana.
Anisha (soft smile ke sath)
Ji, bilkul ma’am. Don’t worry, main sambhaal lungi.
Husband (halki haste hue)
Bas hum kuch ghanto me wapas aa jayenge. Thank you, Anisha.
Wo dono apne child ko goodnight kiss dete hain, aur front door se bahar nikal jaate hain.
Darwaza band hone ki click ke sath hi ghar me ek alag si shanti chha jaati hai.
Anisha ek lamha ke liye chup baithi rehti hai — bas us bache ki halki si hansi aur clock ka tick-tick sunaai deta hai.
Phir wo uth kar softly bolti hai —
Anisha (bache se pyaar se)
Toh, chhote sahab… aaj hum kahani padhenge ya blocks se khelenge?
(Bacha muskura kar uski taraf dekhta hai, aur kahani ki book ki taraf ishara karta hai…)
Scene fade hota hai ek calm warmth me — ek side me Radio Zindagi par Rahat ki awaaz goonj rahi hai, aur Food Adda me Ishaani ka hustle-chatter sunai deta hai.
Sab apni-apni duniya me busy… par ek invisible thread se judi hui — BEHEN_CODE.
(Soft jazz music background me chal raha hai. Chhota bacha carpet par apne teddy aur toy cars ke sath mashgool hai. Anisha uske paas baith kar kuch der tak hans hans kar kheti hai, uske khilone sambhalti hai.)
Bacha hansi me busy hota hai, aur Anisha dheere se uth kar room ke kone me chali jaati hai.
Uske pairon ki halki chaal marble floor par goonjti hai.
Wo kabhi bookshelves dekhti hai, kabhi showpieces, kabhi unke family portraits — sab kuch perfect, orderly, thoda artificial.
Phir wo ek wall ke paas se guzarti hai jahan ek bada sa mirror laga tha — golden frame me, decorative lights ke sath.
Anisha tham jaati hai.
Wo kuch pal apne reflection ko dekhti rehti hai.
Mirror me uske chehre ki halke thakan ke sath ek calm muskaan dikhti hai.
Aur tabhi… uske andar se ek awaaz jaise ubhar kar aati hai — uska monologue.
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Anisha (Mirror me khud se, inner voice)
Main Anisha hoon… 21 saal ki… student.
Din bhar classes, raat ko babysitting.
Logo ke bachchon ka khayal rakhti hoon, lekin apne sapno ka khayal rakhti hoon sirf main.
Kabhi kabhi lagta hai zindagi ek race hai — par main daud nahi rahi… main bas chal rahi hoon, apne speed se.
Logo ko lagta hai main simple si ladki hoon… lekin mujhe maloom hai, main sirf simple nahi, strong bhi hoon.
Mujhe har situation me apne aap par bharosa hai.
Aur jab koi ladki mushkil me hoti hai, mujhe lagta hai jaise wo main khud hoon…
Tab main ruk nahi sakti.
Isi liye main BEHEN_CODE ka hissa hoon.
Main ladti hoon, par bina talwar ke… bina awaaz ke.
Bas ek vaada hai — kisi aur ladki ke aansu mere jaise na ho.
(Thoda muskurati hai, apne reflection ko halki si nod deti hai)
Anisha (whisper me)
Tum theek kar rahi ho, Anisha…
Thoda tough hai, lekin tu tootne wali nahi hai.
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Mirror ke saamne khadi Anisha apne baal theek karti hai, phir halki si saans leti hai aur bache ki taraf mud jaati hai.
Anisha (pyar se)
Chalo champ, dinner ka time ho gaya…
(Camera mirror me uska reflection pakadta hai — ek ordinary ladki, par ek extraordinary mission ke saath.)
Scene – Same Night, Location: Arti ka Bedroom – cozy aur warm ambience night
Bedroom me halke yellow lights jal rahe the, bed ke paas side-table par ek diya abhi bhi jala hua tha — Diwali ke din ka bacha hua ujala.
Arti ek cotton ka night-suit pehne bed par let gayi thi, uske paas uska husband Abhishek laptop me kuch mail check kar raha tha.
Arti (thoda nakhre se)
Ab bas karo na, poora din office me computer, ab bedroom me bhi wahi?
Abhishek (hans kar)
Madam, yeh bhi kaam ka part hai… client mail bhej raha hai, kal morning tak reply dena hai.
Arti (taang hila kar muskurati hai)
Tumhare clients ko kya Diwali ka holiday nahi milta kya? Ya sab tumhare jaise workaholic hai?
Abhishek (fake serious face bana kar)
Arti ji, hum middle class log hai, humare liye Diwali bhi kaam ke saath manani padti hai.
Arti (halki hansi ke sath)
Haan, haan… middle class ho, par TV dekhne ke liye Netflix premium chahiye, AC full speed chahiye, aur Diwali gift me smartwatch!
Abhishek (nakli gussa dikhate hue)
Arey wah! Tum to poori list le kar baithi ho!
Arti (thoda romantic tone me)
List nahi… bas observation hai. Waise tumhe lagta hai main purani soch wali hoon kya?
Abhishek (muskurata hua, laptop band karta hai)
Bilkul nahi.
Tum sanskari ho, par smart bhi. Tradition aur trend dono ka perfect combo ho tum.
Arti (halki muskaan ke sath)
Acha? To phir kal se main jeans aur t-shirt me library chalu?
Abhishek (haste hue)
Haan, par saas maa dekh lengi to mujhe hi nikaal denge ghar se!
(Arti zor se hans padti hai. Uski hansi me wo shanti hai jo din bhar ke kaam, library aur mission ke baad milti hai.)
Arti (slow tone me)
Tum jaante ho na, mere liye tumhara support sabse important hai.
Abhishek (uska haath pakad kar)
Aur tum jaanti ho, mere liye tum meri poori duniya ho.
(Background me halki si romantic instrumental music vibe — diya ka flame dheere dheere hilta hai, aur dono ek dusre ke paas aa jaate hain.)
Scene fade out — ek shaant, pyaar bhari raat.
Scene – Same Night, Location: Rahat ka Ghar – Old Delhi style apartment, chhoti balcony ke sath
Darwaza khulne ki “click” ke sath hi Radio Zindagi ka ek muffled jingle andar tak sunaai deta hai.
Rahat dheere se ghar ke andar aati hai — haath me apna sling bag, kandhe se latakta headphone, aur aankhon me thakaan.
Uske pairon ke neeche purane carpet ka halkasa crunch hota hai.
Wo seedha living area me aakar apna bag sofa par phek deti hai aur usi par thak kar baith jaati hai.
Kuch pal ke liye aankhen band kar leti hai, sir peeche jhuka kar.
Room me sirf clock ki tick-tick aur balcony se aati halki hawa ka shor hai.
Rahat (dheere se, apne aap se)
Hamesha wahi… kaam ke baad lecture.
Bas ek show karne gayi thi main, koi gunaah nahi.
Uske chehre par emotional thakaan hai — jaise sirf body nahi, dil bhi thak gaya ho.
Kuch der chup rehti hai, phir ek gehri saans lekar uthti hai.
Mirror ke paas se guzarti hai to apni aankhon me andhera dekhti hai, aur khud se muskurane ki koshish karti hai.
Rahat (thoda sarcastic tone me)
Chalo madam RJ… ab ghar ka show chalu karo — “Roti Zindagi FM.”
(Thoda hansi ke sath kitchen me chali jaati hai.)
Kitchen me jaake fridge kholti hai —
andar bas aadha bowl dal aur do rotiyan padhi hoti hain.
Rahat (thoda nakhre se)
Wah, maa ne to kamaal kar diya… guest starve special.
Phir bhi ek plate nikalti hai, roti garam karti hai aur khud se hi baatein karti rehti hai.
Room me ek tired ladki ki reality goonjti hai — strong, independent, par dil se vulnerable.
Camera dheere se zoom out karta hai —
Rahat stove ke flame ke saamne khadi hai, ek haath me roti, ek haath me spoon, aankhon me soch…
aur dil me ek hi thought —
“Kal fir mission hai… aur kal fir duniya se ladna hai.”
Tabhi pichhe se ek mellow par confident aawaz aati hai —
Aawaz (piche se)
Lekin tu akeli nahi hai ladne ke liye…
Tera bhai tere saath hai, Behen!
Rahat jhat se mudti hai.
Doorway par Anish khada tha — jeans, casual jacket, aur dono haathon me takeaway packets.
Uske chehre par mischievous si muskaan thi.
Rahat (aankhein thodi badi karte hue, khushi chhupate hue)
Abe Anish! Tu itni raat me…?
Anish (andar aate hue)
Madam RJ, apni awaaz ke saath saath apna pet bhi sambhala kar.
Ye lo — tumhara favourite chicken roll aur fries.
(Plastic bag uske haath me rustle karta hai.)
Rahat apni aankhon me chamak ke sath daud kar uske paas jaati hai, packet le leti hai.
Rahat (excited tone me)
Oye hero! Tu to asli farishta nikla aaj ke din!
Anish (haste hue)
Haan, par farishta bhi thoda hungry hai. Ek roll mujhe bhi milega, warna protest hoga!
Rahat zor se hans padti hai, dono kitchen counter ke paas baith kar packet kholte hain.
Ek pal ke liye ghar ka saara thakaan, saara tension gayab ho jaata hai —
sirf ek behen-bhai ki garam rotiyon aur thandi hasi ka rishta reh jaata hai.
Night Montage – BEHEN_CODE (Same Night)
? Ishaani – Restaurant band ho chuka hai. Wo locker ke paas apna bag rakhti hai, mirror me dekhti hai, ek chhoti si smile karti hai — us ladke ke baare me soch kar. Phir mirror se muh mod kar lights off karti hai.
? Anisha – Bacha so gaya hai. Wo sofa par blanket se apni kamar dhak kar phone me koi motivational quote likh rahi hoti hai — "Kisi ko badalne se pehle khud ka ek better version bano."
Phir wo phone side me rakh kar light dim karti hai.
? Arti – Bedroom me soft light me apne husband ke kandhe par sir rakhe leti hai. Abhishek use dheere se hold karta hai aur bolta hai,
“Tere bina ghar adhoora lagta hai.”
Arti aankhen band kar ke muskurati hai.
? Rahat & Anish – Kitchen counter par dono rolls khatam kar chuke hain.
Rahat ek napkin se apna muh saaf karti hai, aur bolti hai —
“Zindagi chahe kitni bhi mushkil ho, jab tak tu hai… main haar nahi sakti.”
Anish halka sa hans kar sir hilata hai.
Camera unke hansi ke beech freeze hota hai.
? Anushka – Bank ke papers spread hain bed par. Laptop open hai.
Wo ek purana photo dekhti hai — uske ex ka. Ek second ko rukti hai, phir smile kar ke photo delete kar deti hai.
Phir diary me likhti hai: "Kal ek naya din hai."
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