07-11-2025, 04:10 PM
Episode 5
FOOD ADDA KE BAHAR KAND
Scene – Late Night | Outside “Food Adda” Restaurant
Raat ka waqt hai. Market area dheere dheere suna ho chuka hai. Sirf streetlights ki peeli roshni aur door se aati traffic ki halki si awaaz hawa me mil rahi hai.
INT. FOOD ADDA – KITCHEN / NIGHT
Camera slow zoom-in karta hai — wo same female staff jise shaam ko un badmash ladko ne restaurant me pareshaan kiya tha, ab apni shift khatm kar rahi hai.
Uska chehra thoda thaka hua hai, lekin aankhon me ab bhi wo darr aur bechaini baki hai.
Wo counter par padhe bills close karti hai, ek ek kar ke lights band karti hai — “Click... Click... Click.”
Haalka sa silence cha jata hai restaurant me.
Wo apna apron nikal kar neatly fold karti hai, ek hook par latka deti hai.
Apne haath se pasine ko wipe karti hai, fir mobile nikal kar screen par dekhte hue halki awaaz me bolti hai:
Girl (thodi thaki si awaaz me)
“Bas ghar ja ke so jana hai... aur kuch nahi...”
Camera uske phone screen par zoom karta hai —
Ola App – Ride Booked | Driver arriving in 2 mins
Wo deep breath leti hai, apne handbag ko shoulder par rakhti hai aur last baar restaurant ke shutter ke paas ja kar “lock” lagati hai — “Clack!”
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EXT. STREET OUTSIDE FOOD ADDA – NIGHT
Streetlights ke neeche halki misty hawa. Ek stray dog door se bhonkta hai.
Wo ladki apne mobile screen me ride track kar rahi hai, phone par likha aata hai —
“Your driver has arrived.”
Door se ek white sedan car slow speed me uske paas rukti hai. Headlights uske chehre par padti hain, camera flare hota hai.
Wo halki si aankhon ko haath se shield karti hai aur phone screen par number milati hai.
Girl (mobile me)
“Hello, mujhe Food Adda ke bahar pick karne aaye ho kya?... Haan, white car?”
Phone ke dusre end se koi reply nahi aata. Bas ek faint static sound.
Girl (thoda confuse)
“Hello?… Hello?”
Camera uske chehre par zoom karta hai — thoda doubt, thoda confusion.
Wo car ke paas jaati hai, window ke through driver ko dekhne ki koshish karti hai — andr andhera hai, sirf ek silhouette.
Girl (thoda hesitant)
“Bhaiya, Ola?”
Driver halka sa sir hilaata hai — bina kuch bole.
Car ke andar sirf ek dim light hai, jo jaise hi wo seat belt lagati hai — band ho jaati hai. Or pal bhar me hi wo ladki screen se gayab ho jati hai
Camera bahar ke angle se car ko follow karta hai — car dheere dheere road se door hoti hai, turn leti hai aur darkness me ghus jaati hai...
CUT TO:
Uske phone sadak par gir jata hai jispe screen par “Ride in Progress” likha hua dikh raha hai… par kuch second baad screen flicker hoti hai aur phone automatically lock ho jaata hai.
Background me ek haunting low note bajta hai — jisme suspense aur silence dono ghul jaate hain.
Scene – Late Night | “Behen_Code” Mission Begins
Background music tense hai — dark streets, fast beats, aur hawa me urgency ka feel.
Camera ek ek character par cut karta hai — sab apni apni jagah se nikal rahe hain. Parallel frames me sabki motion ek rhythm me hai.
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INT. ARTI’S HOUSE – LIBRARY ROOM / NIGHT
Arti apne home library ke table par laptop aur notepad ke saath baithi hai.
Screen par ek live location map blink kar raha hai. Headphones pehne, calm but serious tone me bolti hai:
Arti
“Girls, location confirmed hai — Worli se car ne route change kiya hai, South Link Road ke through ja rahi hai. Careful rehna sab!”
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EXT. MUMBAI ROADS – NIGHT
Camera fast zoom-out karta hai — Ishani aur Rahat dono apni scooty par opposite lanes se nikli hain.
Helmet ke andar unke focused expressions. Bluetooth mic blink kar raha hai.
Rahat (Bluetooth me)
“Arti, confirm kar... black sedan number MH 04...?”
Arti (Laptop screen dekhte hue)
“Haan, same car... wo hi ladka hai. Anushka, tum uske peeche ho na?”
INT. ANUSHKA’S CAR / SAME TIME
Anushka steering sambhalte hue calmly bolti hai. Passenger seat par Anisha baithi hai, laptop screen me GPS track kar rahi hai.
Anushka
“Affirmative, Captain Arti! Visual on target. Car 300 meters ahead. Mujhe lagta hai yeh link road se sea-face le jayega.”
Anisha (thoda panic me)
“Yaar itna speed badha mat Anushka, road slippery hai!”
Anushka (thoda tease karte hue)
“Relax, baby-sitter madam... tu bas seatbelt tight rakh. Yeh chase koi cartoon show nahi hai.”
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EXT. STREET TURN – RAHAT’S SCOOTY / NIGHT
Rahat ka helmet camera angle low rakha gaya hai, she cuts through a sharp turn, streetlight flash me uska face intense lagta hai.
Rahat (Bluetooth me tease karte hue)
“Anushka madam, zyada hero banne ki zarurat nahi hai... yaad hai pichli baar car divider pe le gayi thi?”
Anushka (laughing)
“Kam se kam car chalati to hoon, tumhara scooty to har baar petrol pump tak aa ke band ho jaata hai!”
Ishani (Bluetooth me softly, smile ke saath)
“Girls, focus please… hum koi race nahi kar rahe. Wo ladki akeli hai us car me.”
Sab ek pal ke liye silent ho jaate hain — seriousness wapas aa jati hai.
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EXT. HIGHWAY FLYOVER – NIGHT
Camera aerial view me — black sedan tezi se aage ja raha hai.
Anushka ki car peeche, aur kuch distance par Rahat aur Ishani apni scooters par usi direction me.
Arti (voice through Bluetooth)
“Abhi ahead me ek petrol pump hai, uske baad road narrow ho jaata hai. Us point par intercept karna hoga.”
Anushka (determined)
“Copy that. Main signal par cut maar ke left lane se uske parallel aungi.”
Rahat
“Ishani, tu right lane le... agar wo turn le to direct block kar dena.”
Ishani (calm but sharp)
“Done. Let’s bring that bastard down.”
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EXT. SIGNAL POINT – NIGHT
Red light blink kar raha hai.
Sedan slow hoti hai... Anushka left se aage badhti hai, Rahat aur Ishani parallel aa jaati hain.
Camera close-up — sabki aankhon me same fire.
Music suddenly slow ho jata hai — tension build-up.
Arti (Bluetooth me)
“Girls… this is it. Remember — hum koi superhero nahi hain… lekin hum chhodenge bhi nahi.”
Anushka (grin karte hue)
“Behen_Code... Ready for action.”
Sab ek sath kehte hain:
“Let’s move!”
Camera dramatic cut me — headlights flash, engines roar, aur black sedan ke aas-paas sabki vehicles gher leti hain.
Scene – “Highway Confrontation” | Midnight | Cinematic Action Sequence
Background Score: Low bass heartbeat sound... dheere-dheere ek tense orchestral music me badalta hua.
Streetlights flash ho rahe hain, halki si baarish shuru ho gayi hai — paani ke drops headlights me chamak rahe hain.
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EXT. LINK ROAD FLYOVER – NIGHT
Camera top view — ek black sedan tez raftaar me sadak par daud rahi hai, tyres se paani ud raha hai.
Achanak—
SCREEEEECHHHH!!!
Ek white car (Anushka ki) side se aati hai aur ek sharp drift maar kar black car ke bilkul saamne ruk jaati hai.
Tyres se dhuan nikalta hai, camera slow-motion me jaata hai, baarish ke drops hawa me udte hain.
Anushka ka car door khulta hai — wo nikalti hai, black jacket me, hair thoda wet, uske chehre par red brake light ka glow.
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Black Sedan ruk jaati hai.
Driver door khulta hai — wahi curly-haired ladka nikalta hai, jise subah restaurant me badtameezi karte dekha tha.
Uske saath 2 aur ladke hain — ek ke haath me phone camera hai, dusra cigarette leke khada hai attitude me.
Curly-Haired Guy (smirk karte hue):
"Arre wah... kya hai yeh? Night patrol? Ya koi reality show shoot ho raha hai?"
Anushka (calm but sharp):
"Reality show nahi... tum jaise logon ke reality check ke liye aaye hain."
Peeche se headlights chamakti hain — Ishani aur Rahat apni scooty lekar aati hain.
Dono side me skid park karti hain, helmets utarti hain.
Rahat (aankhen tedi karte hue):
"Bas yahi problem hai... tum log har ladki ko easy target samajhte ho."
Curly-Haired Guy (hans kar):
"Ladki ko ghar tak drop kar rahe the... madad karna bhi crime ho gaya kya?"
Ishani (cold tone me):
"Madad? Behosh karke le ja rahe the tum?"
Camera zoom karta hai car ke andar — wahi ladki jise subah tang kiya gaya tha, behosh padi hai, wrist pe chhoti si bruise mark.
Anushka (tezz nazar se):
"Tum logon ka yeh ‘madad’ ka style jail me hi accha lagega."
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Ek aur ladka phone camera lekar record karne lagta hai.
Ladka 2:
"Bhai sab record ho raha hai... kal tak viral kar denge.
Dekhte hain kaunse superwoman aayi hai yeh!"
Rahat (mock karte hue):
"Viral kar do... caption likh dena — ‘Ladkiyon ke devta, raat ke chor pakde gaye’."
Curly-haired guy irritate hota hai. Cigarette wala ladka aage badhta hai.
Cigarette Guy:
"Sun... zyada hero banne ki zarurat nahi.
Jaanti ho hum kiske bete hain?"
Ishani (slow, dangerous tone me):
"Hum jaante hain... aur tumhe bhi pata chal jaayega hum kaun hain."
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ACTION MOMENT – Slow Motion Sequence:
Curly-haired guy Ishani ke paas aata hai, uske shoulder ko push karne ke liye haath badhata hai —
Rahat ek second me aage badh kar uska wrist pakad leti hai aur ek sharp twist deti hai.
Sound Effect: “CRACK!”
Ladka dard se chillata hai, peeche girta hai.
Dusra ladka punch marne aata hai — Ishani uska punch dodge karke uske stomach me ek strong knee kick deti hai.
Anushka apni car ke side se pepper spray nikalti hai aur teesre ladke ke aankhon me spray kar deti hai.
Arti (Bluetooth par calmly):
"Bas girls, enough. Don’t waste energy... call the patrol van. Location pin bhej rahi hoon."
Background me map ke beeps sunai dete hain — Arti ka laptop screen blink karta hai: “Dispatching local patrol…”
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Rahat (ladke ko ground pe daba kar):
"Agli baar kisi ladki ko haath lagane se pehle soch lena…
Sab chup rehti hain, lekin sab kamzor nahi hoti."
Door se security officer sirens ki awaaz — red-blue light sabke chehron pe flicker karti hai.
Ladke dare hue hain, aankhon me shock.
Anushka (car ka door kholte hue):
"She’s safe now... mission complete, Behen_Code."
Ishani (smile karte hue, halki si whisper):
"Ek aur raat... ek aur ladki bachi."
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FADE OUT –
Rain slow ho jaata hai, camera top se zoom out karta hai...
Behen_Code ke sab members apni apni ride par wapas chadhte hain.
Background music: “Behen_Code – theme instrumental” slow motion me play hota hai.
Scene – “The Fake security officer Siren” | Midnight | Streetlight Glow | Cinematic Tone
Background: Camera abhi bhi highway par hai — baarish thodi ruk gayi hai, magar hawa me ab bhi tension hai.
Ground par cigarette ka tukda dhuaan chhod raha hai. Ladke ab bhi gusse aur dar ke beech me khade hain.
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[SFX: security officer Siren Approaching — “WEE-OO WEE-OO”]
Curly-haired ladka pehle react karta hai, aankhon me darr.
Curly-haired Guy (ghabrate hue):
“Saale security officer aa gayi! Chal bhaag!”
Dusra Ladka:
“Bhai chhod, chhod yaar! Chale jaate hain!”
Camera slow motion me — sab ladke car me ghus kar pedal daba dete hain, tyres se pani chhitta udta hai, aur car ek sharp turn lekar wahan se bhaag jaati hai.
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Background me siren ab bhi baj raha hai.
Ishani apni jacket ka zip band karte hue peeche dekhti hai — ek jeepsy rukti hai jisme upar ek fake red light lagi hoti hai.
Gate khulta hai, aur usme se ek aged lady nikalti hai — white kurta, grey shawl, aankhon me mischievous sparkle.
Anushka (smirk karte hue):
“Yeh kaunsi official security officer van hai bhai?”
Rahat (laugh karte hue):
“Lagta hai colony wale unke siren se hi darr jaate hain.”
Anisha (car ke side se aati hai, thoda thak kar):
“Kya aaji… kabhi to time se aaya karo!
Tab tak ye launda log humara bhurta bana dete hain!”
Wo aged lady (jo clearly Behen_Code ki internal helper hoti hai) haath utha kar muskuraati hai.
Aged Lady (halki si hassi ke sath):
“Arre beti, security officer siren lagana asaan tha, lekin tum logon ke pace se milna mushkil hai.”
Sab ladkiya ek dusre ko dekhti hain — thodi thakan, thoda relief.
Ishani (smirk karte hue):
“Behen_Code – 1, Launda gang – 0.”
Background music soft ho jaata hai — light beat ke sath camera zoom out karta hai, sab ke chehre pe ek silent satisfaction hai.
Camera aerial angle se neeche descend karta hai — ek chhoti si gali, streetlight ke neeche ek scene jisme adrenaline dheere dheere shaant ho raha hai.
Ground par ab bhi kuch muddy footprints hain, hawa me sirf petrol aur pani ki khushboo.
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[Visuals]
Behosh ladki ab jeepsy ke back seat me safe bethi hai, shawl me lipti hui.
Aaji — wohi aged lady — uske sar par haath rakhti hai, aankhon me pyaar aur thoda “maa jaisa gussa.”
Aaji (narmi se):
“Ab main ise ghar chhod deti hoon… tum sabka kaam khatam, samjhi?”
Anushka (car ke bonnet par tik kar):
“Yup, mission complete.”
Ishani (helmet uthate hue):
“Safe and sound — thanks Aaji.”
Aaji camera ki taraf mud kar smile karti hai, aur tab Rahat aage badh kar kehti hai:
Rahat (teasing tone me):
“Aaji, agla mission aapke siren wale radio se kar lenge… kya naam rakhein? Radio Zindagi 2.0 – Behen Edition?”
Aaji aankhon ko thoda chhoti karte hue mazaak pakad leti hai:
Aaji (smirk ke sath):
“Arre chhoti, tera Radio Zindagi to aise bajta hai jaise purani tape – bas ‘zindagi’ reh gayi, ‘sur’ gayab!”
Rahat (haath kamar pe rakhte hue, ek smile ke sath):
“Kam se kam humara radio bajta to hai Aaji… aapki knees to stairs chadte hi buffering kar jaati hain!”
Sab ladkiyan — Ishani, Anushka, aur Anisha — ek sath “Ooooooo!” kar ke hansti hain.
Anisha (hassi ke beech):
“Bas karo dono… warna agli baar mission me dono ko ek hi gaadi me bhej denge!”
Aaji muskurati hai, haath utha kar ashirwad jaisa pose karti hai.
Aaji:
“Chalo, tum log jao. Yeh bachchi main ghar pahucha deti hoon.
Aur sun Rahat — kabhi apna radio show mujhe bhi dedicate karna, samjhi?”
Rahat (helmet pehente hue, aankh maar kar):
“Dedicate karungi Aaji — naam hoga ‘Old is Bold!’”
Aaji haas kar haath uthati hai jaise kehti ho — ‘ja ja nautanki!’
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[Visual Montage | Cinematic Ending]
Camera aerial shot me chala jaata hai —
road par ek jeepsy (fake security officer van) chal rahi hai jisme red light blink kar rahi hai…
peeche do scooties side by side — Rahat aur Ishani,
aur unke peeche ek silver car — Anushka aur Anisha.
[SFX: security officer Siren ON — slow, fading into night]
Drone shot me dikhayi deta hai — highway ke curve par chaar alag vehicles,
ek saath ek mission ke baad door jaate hue.
Scene – Next Morning | Split Screen | “Good Morning, Behen_Code”
Cinematic split screen – 5 frames ek saath dikhte hain:
– Arti apne kitchen me chai bana rahi hai,
– Rahat apne bed par thodi si neend me,
– Ishani mirror ke saamne ponytail baandh rahi hai,
– Anushka apne car keys dhoondh rahi hai,
– Anisha apne hostel room me tiffin pack kar rahi hai.
Tabhi — sab ke phones ek sath vibrate karte hain.
Screen par likha aata hai: “Behen_Code – Group Call Incoming ☎️”
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[Split screen dissolve hoti hai – ek joint video call frame me sab dikhai deti hain.]
Rahat (neend bhari awaaz me, stretching karte hue):
“Subah subah kisne group call shuru kar diya yaar... maine abhi aankhein bhi nahi kholi properly.”
Ishani (smiling, hair clip lagate hue):
“Arre humne socha ek baar tujhe bhi neend se uthate hain... kal raat ka hero kaun tha bhool gayi kya?”
Rahat (fake attitude me):
“Haan haan pata hai... Aaji ke saath comedy show chalaya tha maine!”
Anushka (laugh kar):
“Comedy nahi madam, drama queen title tere naam likha gaya hai.
Us ladke ke saamne jo dialogue maara na – ‘Tera siren bhi mere mic ke saamne mute hai’ – wah kya performance thi!”
Anisha (soft giggle):
“Haan aur phir jab Aaji ne bola Radio Zindagi bajti rehti hai, mujhe laga hum log kahin sitcom shoot kar rahe hain.”
Rahat (hands up):
“Bas bas... tum sab jealous ho! Main hi is team ki charm hoon.”
Arti (calm but teasing):
“Charm nahi... alarm. Jab tu bolti hai na, lagta hai kisi ne loudspeaker ka plug galat jagah laga diya.”
Sab ek sath hans padti hain.
Ishani:
“Chalo chhodo, kal ka mission clean tha... us ladki ko Aaji ne safe ghar pahucha diya.
Next plan kya hai, boss?”
Arti (serious tone me but smiling):
“Next plan... ek normal day enjoy karna.
Aaj koi mission nahi, bas apni apni life me lag jao.
Lekin yaad rahe, jab bhi kisi ladki ke saath galat hoga…”
Sab ek sath bolti hain:
“Behen_Code activate ho jayega!”
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[Cinematic montage – music upbeat, soft female guitar beat plays]
– Ishani Food Adda me apron pehente hue smile karti hai.
– Anushka apne MFHB Bank ke gate me entry leti hai confident walk ke sath.
– Rahat Radio Zindagi ke mic ke samne headphones adjust karti hai.
– Arti apni library “Gyaan Ganga” me books set kar rahi hai.
– Anisha ek new babysitting client ke ghar ja rahi hai, shoulder bag le kar.
Camera aerial shot me sab alag locations par jaati hui dikhayi deti hain — ek hi sheher, ek hi vibe.
Screen Text Fade-In:
> “Naya din, nayi kahani… par Behen_Code hamesha online.”
Scene – “Bank ke Beech Ek Call” | Morning Hours | Anushka at Work
MFHB Bank – morning rush hour.
Counters pe customers ki line lagi hai.
Cash counter ke glass ke peeche Anushka ek professional calm ke saath files handle kar rahi hai — white shirt, neat bun, ID card uske blazer pe perfectly clipped.
Background me typewriter aur printer ki halki si mechanical awaaz.
She signs a cheque, hands it to a customer, aur tabhi uska phone vibration karta hai —
screen pe likha hota hai “Maa ❤️”
Anushka ek second ke liye hesitate karti hai, phir side me ja kar call pick karti hai.
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Anushka (slowly, polite tone):
“Hello maa, bolo... sab theek?”
Maa (phone ke dusre end se, soft loving voice):
“Haan beta, sab theek... tu bata, bank me busy thi kya?”
Anushka (half-smile):
“Abhi thoda free hue hoon... client gaya hai.
Kya baat hai, itni subah call?”
Maa (ek chhoti si hichkichaahat ke baad):
“Bataun kya... khanna sahab aaye the kal raat.
Unhone ek ladka dekha hai... apni hi community se.”
Anushka thoda sa eyebrow raise karti hai, aankhon me ek “not again” wala expression.
Anushka:
“Maa…”
Maa (jaldi se):
“Arre sun to le pehle! Bahut acha ladka hai, banker hai peshe se.
Young hai, smart hai... aur sabse badi baat — seedha saadha lagta hai.
Mujhe to acha laga... tu kahe to baat chalaye?”
Anushka ek lamha ke liye chup ho jaati hai. Bank ke background me khanakti coins ki awaaz sunai deti hai.
Uska chehra ek second ke liye blank ho jaata hai — jaise koi purani yaad chhoo kar gayi ho.
Phir wo halka sa deep breath leti hai aur calm tone me bolti hai —
Anushka (fake smile ke sath):
“Maa, aapko har ladka ‘achha’ lagta hai...
Main abhi office me hoon, baad me baat karti hoon, okay?”
Maa (thoda disappointed):
“Thik hai beta... par soch lena, aise achhe rishtay baar baar nahi milte.”
Anushka:
“Haan maa... main soch loongi.”
Wo call cut karti hai.
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Camera zooms on Anushka ka chehra — wo phone ko kuch seconds tak dekhti rehti hai.
Uske lips pe ek forced smile hai, par aankhon me ek chhupi si udasi.
Background me bank ki hustle-bustle waise hi chalti rehti hai,
par Anushka ke aas-paas sab kuch thoda slow lagta hai.
Ek halki si piano tune bajti hai.
Internal monologue (soft voice-over style):
> “Smart... banker... achha ladka...
Par maa... main abhi tak usse bhool nahi paayi hoon.”
Camera slowly pans out — Anushka wapas apne counter pe baithti hai,
file kholti hai, par uski aankhon me kahin aur chal raha hota hai ek purana scene.
Scene – “Past ki Door Se” | Flashback | 2 Years Ago
Soft piano tune in background.
Rain drops tapping on a café window.
Camera zooms inside – ek small cozy café, yellow light, coffee mugs se uthti steam, aur corner table par Anushka aur Raghav baithe hain.
Raghav — tall, decent looking, blue shirt, wristwatch, confident smile.
Wo ek bank me hi junior officer tha — wahi jaha Anushka tab training pe thi.
Dono ke beech ek comfortable silence hai, par aaj uss silence me kuch tension hai.
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Raghav (cup se sip lete hue, aankhen chhupate hue):
“Anu... mujhe kuch kehna hai.”
Anushka (soft smile):
“Kya hua Raghav? Aaj bade serious lag rahe ho.”
Raghav (deep sigh):
“Wo... mere ghar walon ne mere liye ek rishta fix kar diya hai.”
Café ki light jaise ek second ke liye fade si lagti hai. Anushka ka haath uske cup par jam jaata hai.
Anushka:
“...Aur tu... tu unhe mana karega na?”
Raghav (slowly, guilty tone):
“Main try kar raha hoon Anu... par tu jaanti hai...
Mere papa ke saamne kuch kehna mushkil hai.
Wo keh rahe hain ki... hum dono alag community ke hain... aur unhe ye rishta kabool nahi.”
Anushka aankhon me aansu rokne ki koshish karti hai, muskurahat me dard chhupane ki aadat purani hai.
Anushka (nervously laugh karte hue):
“Tu to keh raha tha ki sab samajh jayenge... ki pyar community nahi dekhta, Raghav.”
Raghav (softly):
“Main maanta hoon... par kabhi kabhi pyar bhi majboor ho jaata hai.”
Wo line seedha Anushka ke dil me chubh jaati hai.
Anushka (slowly, aankhen bhar aayi):
“Toh yehi tha humara end?
Ek ‘kabhi kabhi’?”
Raghav aankhon me guilt le kar chup rehta hai.
Bahar baarish tez ho jaati hai — café ke glass par paani ke droplets ek pattern bana rahe hain.
Camera us pattern par zoom karta hai... aur us reflection me Anushka ka chehra dikhai deta hai — aankhon me aansu, par expression me ek helpless smile.
Anushka (voice trembling):
“Ja Raghav...
Tu jaa.
Mujhe lagta tha tu alag hai...
Par shayad sab ek jaise hote hain.”
Raghav kuch bolne ki koshish karta hai, par Anushka uth kar jaati hai.
Wo door tak chalti hai — café ke glass ke bahar khadi, bheegti baarish me, bina chhatri ke.
Background me slow piano aur rain ke beech uska inner monologue fade hota hai:
> “Bank me numbers ginne lagi hoon...
Par dil me ek hisaab abhi tak adhoora hai.”
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Flashback dissolve hota hai.
Present-day cut:
Anushka apni desk pe baithi hai, pen chal raha hai par aankhen thodi moist hain.
Ek co-worker ke awaaz se wo hosh me aati hai —
Co-worker:
“Ma’am, client wait kar raha hai.”
Anushka (jaldi se aankhon me paani rok kar, professional tone me):
“Haan... bhej do andar.”
Camera zooms out — her face calm again, lekin andar kahin wo purana dard ab bhi zinda hai.
FOOD ADDA KE BAHAR KAND
Scene – Late Night | Outside “Food Adda” Restaurant
Raat ka waqt hai. Market area dheere dheere suna ho chuka hai. Sirf streetlights ki peeli roshni aur door se aati traffic ki halki si awaaz hawa me mil rahi hai.
INT. FOOD ADDA – KITCHEN / NIGHT
Camera slow zoom-in karta hai — wo same female staff jise shaam ko un badmash ladko ne restaurant me pareshaan kiya tha, ab apni shift khatm kar rahi hai.
Uska chehra thoda thaka hua hai, lekin aankhon me ab bhi wo darr aur bechaini baki hai.
Wo counter par padhe bills close karti hai, ek ek kar ke lights band karti hai — “Click... Click... Click.”
Haalka sa silence cha jata hai restaurant me.
Wo apna apron nikal kar neatly fold karti hai, ek hook par latka deti hai.
Apne haath se pasine ko wipe karti hai, fir mobile nikal kar screen par dekhte hue halki awaaz me bolti hai:
Girl (thodi thaki si awaaz me)
“Bas ghar ja ke so jana hai... aur kuch nahi...”
Camera uske phone screen par zoom karta hai —
Ola App – Ride Booked | Driver arriving in 2 mins
Wo deep breath leti hai, apne handbag ko shoulder par rakhti hai aur last baar restaurant ke shutter ke paas ja kar “lock” lagati hai — “Clack!”
---
EXT. STREET OUTSIDE FOOD ADDA – NIGHT
Streetlights ke neeche halki misty hawa. Ek stray dog door se bhonkta hai.
Wo ladki apne mobile screen me ride track kar rahi hai, phone par likha aata hai —
“Your driver has arrived.”
Door se ek white sedan car slow speed me uske paas rukti hai. Headlights uske chehre par padti hain, camera flare hota hai.
Wo halki si aankhon ko haath se shield karti hai aur phone screen par number milati hai.
Girl (mobile me)
“Hello, mujhe Food Adda ke bahar pick karne aaye ho kya?... Haan, white car?”
Phone ke dusre end se koi reply nahi aata. Bas ek faint static sound.
Girl (thoda confuse)
“Hello?… Hello?”
Camera uske chehre par zoom karta hai — thoda doubt, thoda confusion.
Wo car ke paas jaati hai, window ke through driver ko dekhne ki koshish karti hai — andr andhera hai, sirf ek silhouette.
Girl (thoda hesitant)
“Bhaiya, Ola?”
Driver halka sa sir hilaata hai — bina kuch bole.
Car ke andar sirf ek dim light hai, jo jaise hi wo seat belt lagati hai — band ho jaati hai. Or pal bhar me hi wo ladki screen se gayab ho jati hai
Camera bahar ke angle se car ko follow karta hai — car dheere dheere road se door hoti hai, turn leti hai aur darkness me ghus jaati hai...
CUT TO:
Uske phone sadak par gir jata hai jispe screen par “Ride in Progress” likha hua dikh raha hai… par kuch second baad screen flicker hoti hai aur phone automatically lock ho jaata hai.
Background me ek haunting low note bajta hai — jisme suspense aur silence dono ghul jaate hain.
Scene – Late Night | “Behen_Code” Mission Begins
Background music tense hai — dark streets, fast beats, aur hawa me urgency ka feel.
Camera ek ek character par cut karta hai — sab apni apni jagah se nikal rahe hain. Parallel frames me sabki motion ek rhythm me hai.
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INT. ARTI’S HOUSE – LIBRARY ROOM / NIGHT
Arti apne home library ke table par laptop aur notepad ke saath baithi hai.
Screen par ek live location map blink kar raha hai. Headphones pehne, calm but serious tone me bolti hai:
Arti
“Girls, location confirmed hai — Worli se car ne route change kiya hai, South Link Road ke through ja rahi hai. Careful rehna sab!”
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EXT. MUMBAI ROADS – NIGHT
Camera fast zoom-out karta hai — Ishani aur Rahat dono apni scooty par opposite lanes se nikli hain.
Helmet ke andar unke focused expressions. Bluetooth mic blink kar raha hai.
Rahat (Bluetooth me)
“Arti, confirm kar... black sedan number MH 04...?”
Arti (Laptop screen dekhte hue)
“Haan, same car... wo hi ladka hai. Anushka, tum uske peeche ho na?”
INT. ANUSHKA’S CAR / SAME TIME
Anushka steering sambhalte hue calmly bolti hai. Passenger seat par Anisha baithi hai, laptop screen me GPS track kar rahi hai.
Anushka
“Affirmative, Captain Arti! Visual on target. Car 300 meters ahead. Mujhe lagta hai yeh link road se sea-face le jayega.”
Anisha (thoda panic me)
“Yaar itna speed badha mat Anushka, road slippery hai!”
Anushka (thoda tease karte hue)
“Relax, baby-sitter madam... tu bas seatbelt tight rakh. Yeh chase koi cartoon show nahi hai.”
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EXT. STREET TURN – RAHAT’S SCOOTY / NIGHT
Rahat ka helmet camera angle low rakha gaya hai, she cuts through a sharp turn, streetlight flash me uska face intense lagta hai.
Rahat (Bluetooth me tease karte hue)
“Anushka madam, zyada hero banne ki zarurat nahi hai... yaad hai pichli baar car divider pe le gayi thi?”
Anushka (laughing)
“Kam se kam car chalati to hoon, tumhara scooty to har baar petrol pump tak aa ke band ho jaata hai!”
Ishani (Bluetooth me softly, smile ke saath)
“Girls, focus please… hum koi race nahi kar rahe. Wo ladki akeli hai us car me.”
Sab ek pal ke liye silent ho jaate hain — seriousness wapas aa jati hai.
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EXT. HIGHWAY FLYOVER – NIGHT
Camera aerial view me — black sedan tezi se aage ja raha hai.
Anushka ki car peeche, aur kuch distance par Rahat aur Ishani apni scooters par usi direction me.
Arti (voice through Bluetooth)
“Abhi ahead me ek petrol pump hai, uske baad road narrow ho jaata hai. Us point par intercept karna hoga.”
Anushka (determined)
“Copy that. Main signal par cut maar ke left lane se uske parallel aungi.”
Rahat
“Ishani, tu right lane le... agar wo turn le to direct block kar dena.”
Ishani (calm but sharp)
“Done. Let’s bring that bastard down.”
---
EXT. SIGNAL POINT – NIGHT
Red light blink kar raha hai.
Sedan slow hoti hai... Anushka left se aage badhti hai, Rahat aur Ishani parallel aa jaati hain.
Camera close-up — sabki aankhon me same fire.
Music suddenly slow ho jata hai — tension build-up.
Arti (Bluetooth me)
“Girls… this is it. Remember — hum koi superhero nahi hain… lekin hum chhodenge bhi nahi.”
Anushka (grin karte hue)
“Behen_Code... Ready for action.”
Sab ek sath kehte hain:
“Let’s move!”
Camera dramatic cut me — headlights flash, engines roar, aur black sedan ke aas-paas sabki vehicles gher leti hain.
Scene – “Highway Confrontation” | Midnight | Cinematic Action Sequence
Background Score: Low bass heartbeat sound... dheere-dheere ek tense orchestral music me badalta hua.
Streetlights flash ho rahe hain, halki si baarish shuru ho gayi hai — paani ke drops headlights me chamak rahe hain.
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EXT. LINK ROAD FLYOVER – NIGHT
Camera top view — ek black sedan tez raftaar me sadak par daud rahi hai, tyres se paani ud raha hai.
Achanak—
SCREEEEECHHHH!!!
Ek white car (Anushka ki) side se aati hai aur ek sharp drift maar kar black car ke bilkul saamne ruk jaati hai.
Tyres se dhuan nikalta hai, camera slow-motion me jaata hai, baarish ke drops hawa me udte hain.
Anushka ka car door khulta hai — wo nikalti hai, black jacket me, hair thoda wet, uske chehre par red brake light ka glow.
---
Black Sedan ruk jaati hai.
Driver door khulta hai — wahi curly-haired ladka nikalta hai, jise subah restaurant me badtameezi karte dekha tha.
Uske saath 2 aur ladke hain — ek ke haath me phone camera hai, dusra cigarette leke khada hai attitude me.
Curly-Haired Guy (smirk karte hue):
"Arre wah... kya hai yeh? Night patrol? Ya koi reality show shoot ho raha hai?"
Anushka (calm but sharp):
"Reality show nahi... tum jaise logon ke reality check ke liye aaye hain."
Peeche se headlights chamakti hain — Ishani aur Rahat apni scooty lekar aati hain.
Dono side me skid park karti hain, helmets utarti hain.
Rahat (aankhen tedi karte hue):
"Bas yahi problem hai... tum log har ladki ko easy target samajhte ho."
Curly-Haired Guy (hans kar):
"Ladki ko ghar tak drop kar rahe the... madad karna bhi crime ho gaya kya?"
Ishani (cold tone me):
"Madad? Behosh karke le ja rahe the tum?"
Camera zoom karta hai car ke andar — wahi ladki jise subah tang kiya gaya tha, behosh padi hai, wrist pe chhoti si bruise mark.
Anushka (tezz nazar se):
"Tum logon ka yeh ‘madad’ ka style jail me hi accha lagega."
---
Ek aur ladka phone camera lekar record karne lagta hai.
Ladka 2:
"Bhai sab record ho raha hai... kal tak viral kar denge.
Dekhte hain kaunse superwoman aayi hai yeh!"
Rahat (mock karte hue):
"Viral kar do... caption likh dena — ‘Ladkiyon ke devta, raat ke chor pakde gaye’."
Curly-haired guy irritate hota hai. Cigarette wala ladka aage badhta hai.
Cigarette Guy:
"Sun... zyada hero banne ki zarurat nahi.
Jaanti ho hum kiske bete hain?"
Ishani (slow, dangerous tone me):
"Hum jaante hain... aur tumhe bhi pata chal jaayega hum kaun hain."
---
ACTION MOMENT – Slow Motion Sequence:
Curly-haired guy Ishani ke paas aata hai, uske shoulder ko push karne ke liye haath badhata hai —
Rahat ek second me aage badh kar uska wrist pakad leti hai aur ek sharp twist deti hai.
Sound Effect: “CRACK!”
Ladka dard se chillata hai, peeche girta hai.
Dusra ladka punch marne aata hai — Ishani uska punch dodge karke uske stomach me ek strong knee kick deti hai.
Anushka apni car ke side se pepper spray nikalti hai aur teesre ladke ke aankhon me spray kar deti hai.
Arti (Bluetooth par calmly):
"Bas girls, enough. Don’t waste energy... call the patrol van. Location pin bhej rahi hoon."
Background me map ke beeps sunai dete hain — Arti ka laptop screen blink karta hai: “Dispatching local patrol…”
---
Rahat (ladke ko ground pe daba kar):
"Agli baar kisi ladki ko haath lagane se pehle soch lena…
Sab chup rehti hain, lekin sab kamzor nahi hoti."
Door se security officer sirens ki awaaz — red-blue light sabke chehron pe flicker karti hai.
Ladke dare hue hain, aankhon me shock.
Anushka (car ka door kholte hue):
"She’s safe now... mission complete, Behen_Code."
Ishani (smile karte hue, halki si whisper):
"Ek aur raat... ek aur ladki bachi."
---
FADE OUT –
Rain slow ho jaata hai, camera top se zoom out karta hai...
Behen_Code ke sab members apni apni ride par wapas chadhte hain.
Background music: “Behen_Code – theme instrumental” slow motion me play hota hai.
Scene – “The Fake security officer Siren” | Midnight | Streetlight Glow | Cinematic Tone
Background: Camera abhi bhi highway par hai — baarish thodi ruk gayi hai, magar hawa me ab bhi tension hai.
Ground par cigarette ka tukda dhuaan chhod raha hai. Ladke ab bhi gusse aur dar ke beech me khade hain.
---
[SFX: security officer Siren Approaching — “WEE-OO WEE-OO”]
Curly-haired ladka pehle react karta hai, aankhon me darr.
Curly-haired Guy (ghabrate hue):
“Saale security officer aa gayi! Chal bhaag!”
Dusra Ladka:
“Bhai chhod, chhod yaar! Chale jaate hain!”
Camera slow motion me — sab ladke car me ghus kar pedal daba dete hain, tyres se pani chhitta udta hai, aur car ek sharp turn lekar wahan se bhaag jaati hai.
---
Background me siren ab bhi baj raha hai.
Ishani apni jacket ka zip band karte hue peeche dekhti hai — ek jeepsy rukti hai jisme upar ek fake red light lagi hoti hai.
Gate khulta hai, aur usme se ek aged lady nikalti hai — white kurta, grey shawl, aankhon me mischievous sparkle.
Anushka (smirk karte hue):
“Yeh kaunsi official security officer van hai bhai?”
Rahat (laugh karte hue):
“Lagta hai colony wale unke siren se hi darr jaate hain.”
Anisha (car ke side se aati hai, thoda thak kar):
“Kya aaji… kabhi to time se aaya karo!
Tab tak ye launda log humara bhurta bana dete hain!”
Wo aged lady (jo clearly Behen_Code ki internal helper hoti hai) haath utha kar muskuraati hai.
Aged Lady (halki si hassi ke sath):
“Arre beti, security officer siren lagana asaan tha, lekin tum logon ke pace se milna mushkil hai.”
Sab ladkiya ek dusre ko dekhti hain — thodi thakan, thoda relief.
Ishani (smirk karte hue):
“Behen_Code – 1, Launda gang – 0.”
Background music soft ho jaata hai — light beat ke sath camera zoom out karta hai, sab ke chehre pe ek silent satisfaction hai.
Camera aerial angle se neeche descend karta hai — ek chhoti si gali, streetlight ke neeche ek scene jisme adrenaline dheere dheere shaant ho raha hai.
Ground par ab bhi kuch muddy footprints hain, hawa me sirf petrol aur pani ki khushboo.
---
[Visuals]
Behosh ladki ab jeepsy ke back seat me safe bethi hai, shawl me lipti hui.
Aaji — wohi aged lady — uske sar par haath rakhti hai, aankhon me pyaar aur thoda “maa jaisa gussa.”
Aaji (narmi se):
“Ab main ise ghar chhod deti hoon… tum sabka kaam khatam, samjhi?”
Anushka (car ke bonnet par tik kar):
“Yup, mission complete.”
Ishani (helmet uthate hue):
“Safe and sound — thanks Aaji.”
Aaji camera ki taraf mud kar smile karti hai, aur tab Rahat aage badh kar kehti hai:
Rahat (teasing tone me):
“Aaji, agla mission aapke siren wale radio se kar lenge… kya naam rakhein? Radio Zindagi 2.0 – Behen Edition?”
Aaji aankhon ko thoda chhoti karte hue mazaak pakad leti hai:
Aaji (smirk ke sath):
“Arre chhoti, tera Radio Zindagi to aise bajta hai jaise purani tape – bas ‘zindagi’ reh gayi, ‘sur’ gayab!”
Rahat (haath kamar pe rakhte hue, ek smile ke sath):
“Kam se kam humara radio bajta to hai Aaji… aapki knees to stairs chadte hi buffering kar jaati hain!”
Sab ladkiyan — Ishani, Anushka, aur Anisha — ek sath “Ooooooo!” kar ke hansti hain.
Anisha (hassi ke beech):
“Bas karo dono… warna agli baar mission me dono ko ek hi gaadi me bhej denge!”
Aaji muskurati hai, haath utha kar ashirwad jaisa pose karti hai.
Aaji:
“Chalo, tum log jao. Yeh bachchi main ghar pahucha deti hoon.
Aur sun Rahat — kabhi apna radio show mujhe bhi dedicate karna, samjhi?”
Rahat (helmet pehente hue, aankh maar kar):
“Dedicate karungi Aaji — naam hoga ‘Old is Bold!’”
Aaji haas kar haath uthati hai jaise kehti ho — ‘ja ja nautanki!’
---
[Visual Montage | Cinematic Ending]
Camera aerial shot me chala jaata hai —
road par ek jeepsy (fake security officer van) chal rahi hai jisme red light blink kar rahi hai…
peeche do scooties side by side — Rahat aur Ishani,
aur unke peeche ek silver car — Anushka aur Anisha.
[SFX: security officer Siren ON — slow, fading into night]
Drone shot me dikhayi deta hai — highway ke curve par chaar alag vehicles,
ek saath ek mission ke baad door jaate hue.
Scene – Next Morning | Split Screen | “Good Morning, Behen_Code”
Cinematic split screen – 5 frames ek saath dikhte hain:
– Arti apne kitchen me chai bana rahi hai,
– Rahat apne bed par thodi si neend me,
– Ishani mirror ke saamne ponytail baandh rahi hai,
– Anushka apne car keys dhoondh rahi hai,
– Anisha apne hostel room me tiffin pack kar rahi hai.
Tabhi — sab ke phones ek sath vibrate karte hain.
Screen par likha aata hai: “Behen_Code – Group Call Incoming ☎️”
---
[Split screen dissolve hoti hai – ek joint video call frame me sab dikhai deti hain.]
Rahat (neend bhari awaaz me, stretching karte hue):
“Subah subah kisne group call shuru kar diya yaar... maine abhi aankhein bhi nahi kholi properly.”
Ishani (smiling, hair clip lagate hue):
“Arre humne socha ek baar tujhe bhi neend se uthate hain... kal raat ka hero kaun tha bhool gayi kya?”
Rahat (fake attitude me):
“Haan haan pata hai... Aaji ke saath comedy show chalaya tha maine!”
Anushka (laugh kar):
“Comedy nahi madam, drama queen title tere naam likha gaya hai.
Us ladke ke saamne jo dialogue maara na – ‘Tera siren bhi mere mic ke saamne mute hai’ – wah kya performance thi!”
Anisha (soft giggle):
“Haan aur phir jab Aaji ne bola Radio Zindagi bajti rehti hai, mujhe laga hum log kahin sitcom shoot kar rahe hain.”
Rahat (hands up):
“Bas bas... tum sab jealous ho! Main hi is team ki charm hoon.”
Arti (calm but teasing):
“Charm nahi... alarm. Jab tu bolti hai na, lagta hai kisi ne loudspeaker ka plug galat jagah laga diya.”
Sab ek sath hans padti hain.
Ishani:
“Chalo chhodo, kal ka mission clean tha... us ladki ko Aaji ne safe ghar pahucha diya.
Next plan kya hai, boss?”
Arti (serious tone me but smiling):
“Next plan... ek normal day enjoy karna.
Aaj koi mission nahi, bas apni apni life me lag jao.
Lekin yaad rahe, jab bhi kisi ladki ke saath galat hoga…”
Sab ek sath bolti hain:
“Behen_Code activate ho jayega!”
---
[Cinematic montage – music upbeat, soft female guitar beat plays]
– Ishani Food Adda me apron pehente hue smile karti hai.
– Anushka apne MFHB Bank ke gate me entry leti hai confident walk ke sath.
– Rahat Radio Zindagi ke mic ke samne headphones adjust karti hai.
– Arti apni library “Gyaan Ganga” me books set kar rahi hai.
– Anisha ek new babysitting client ke ghar ja rahi hai, shoulder bag le kar.
Camera aerial shot me sab alag locations par jaati hui dikhayi deti hain — ek hi sheher, ek hi vibe.
Screen Text Fade-In:
> “Naya din, nayi kahani… par Behen_Code hamesha online.”
Scene – “Bank ke Beech Ek Call” | Morning Hours | Anushka at Work
MFHB Bank – morning rush hour.
Counters pe customers ki line lagi hai.
Cash counter ke glass ke peeche Anushka ek professional calm ke saath files handle kar rahi hai — white shirt, neat bun, ID card uske blazer pe perfectly clipped.
Background me typewriter aur printer ki halki si mechanical awaaz.
She signs a cheque, hands it to a customer, aur tabhi uska phone vibration karta hai —
screen pe likha hota hai “Maa ❤️”
Anushka ek second ke liye hesitate karti hai, phir side me ja kar call pick karti hai.
---
Anushka (slowly, polite tone):
“Hello maa, bolo... sab theek?”
Maa (phone ke dusre end se, soft loving voice):
“Haan beta, sab theek... tu bata, bank me busy thi kya?”
Anushka (half-smile):
“Abhi thoda free hue hoon... client gaya hai.
Kya baat hai, itni subah call?”
Maa (ek chhoti si hichkichaahat ke baad):
“Bataun kya... khanna sahab aaye the kal raat.
Unhone ek ladka dekha hai... apni hi community se.”
Anushka thoda sa eyebrow raise karti hai, aankhon me ek “not again” wala expression.
Anushka:
“Maa…”
Maa (jaldi se):
“Arre sun to le pehle! Bahut acha ladka hai, banker hai peshe se.
Young hai, smart hai... aur sabse badi baat — seedha saadha lagta hai.
Mujhe to acha laga... tu kahe to baat chalaye?”
Anushka ek lamha ke liye chup ho jaati hai. Bank ke background me khanakti coins ki awaaz sunai deti hai.
Uska chehra ek second ke liye blank ho jaata hai — jaise koi purani yaad chhoo kar gayi ho.
Phir wo halka sa deep breath leti hai aur calm tone me bolti hai —
Anushka (fake smile ke sath):
“Maa, aapko har ladka ‘achha’ lagta hai...
Main abhi office me hoon, baad me baat karti hoon, okay?”
Maa (thoda disappointed):
“Thik hai beta... par soch lena, aise achhe rishtay baar baar nahi milte.”
Anushka:
“Haan maa... main soch loongi.”
Wo call cut karti hai.
---
Camera zooms on Anushka ka chehra — wo phone ko kuch seconds tak dekhti rehti hai.
Uske lips pe ek forced smile hai, par aankhon me ek chhupi si udasi.
Background me bank ki hustle-bustle waise hi chalti rehti hai,
par Anushka ke aas-paas sab kuch thoda slow lagta hai.
Ek halki si piano tune bajti hai.
Internal monologue (soft voice-over style):
> “Smart... banker... achha ladka...
Par maa... main abhi tak usse bhool nahi paayi hoon.”
Camera slowly pans out — Anushka wapas apne counter pe baithti hai,
file kholti hai, par uski aankhon me kahin aur chal raha hota hai ek purana scene.
Scene – “Past ki Door Se” | Flashback | 2 Years Ago
Soft piano tune in background.
Rain drops tapping on a café window.
Camera zooms inside – ek small cozy café, yellow light, coffee mugs se uthti steam, aur corner table par Anushka aur Raghav baithe hain.
Raghav — tall, decent looking, blue shirt, wristwatch, confident smile.
Wo ek bank me hi junior officer tha — wahi jaha Anushka tab training pe thi.
Dono ke beech ek comfortable silence hai, par aaj uss silence me kuch tension hai.
---
Raghav (cup se sip lete hue, aankhen chhupate hue):
“Anu... mujhe kuch kehna hai.”
Anushka (soft smile):
“Kya hua Raghav? Aaj bade serious lag rahe ho.”
Raghav (deep sigh):
“Wo... mere ghar walon ne mere liye ek rishta fix kar diya hai.”
Café ki light jaise ek second ke liye fade si lagti hai. Anushka ka haath uske cup par jam jaata hai.
Anushka:
“...Aur tu... tu unhe mana karega na?”
Raghav (slowly, guilty tone):
“Main try kar raha hoon Anu... par tu jaanti hai...
Mere papa ke saamne kuch kehna mushkil hai.
Wo keh rahe hain ki... hum dono alag community ke hain... aur unhe ye rishta kabool nahi.”
Anushka aankhon me aansu rokne ki koshish karti hai, muskurahat me dard chhupane ki aadat purani hai.
Anushka (nervously laugh karte hue):
“Tu to keh raha tha ki sab samajh jayenge... ki pyar community nahi dekhta, Raghav.”
Raghav (softly):
“Main maanta hoon... par kabhi kabhi pyar bhi majboor ho jaata hai.”
Wo line seedha Anushka ke dil me chubh jaati hai.
Anushka (slowly, aankhen bhar aayi):
“Toh yehi tha humara end?
Ek ‘kabhi kabhi’?”
Raghav aankhon me guilt le kar chup rehta hai.
Bahar baarish tez ho jaati hai — café ke glass par paani ke droplets ek pattern bana rahe hain.
Camera us pattern par zoom karta hai... aur us reflection me Anushka ka chehra dikhai deta hai — aankhon me aansu, par expression me ek helpless smile.
Anushka (voice trembling):
“Ja Raghav...
Tu jaa.
Mujhe lagta tha tu alag hai...
Par shayad sab ek jaise hote hain.”
Raghav kuch bolne ki koshish karta hai, par Anushka uth kar jaati hai.
Wo door tak chalti hai — café ke glass ke bahar khadi, bheegti baarish me, bina chhatri ke.
Background me slow piano aur rain ke beech uska inner monologue fade hota hai:
> “Bank me numbers ginne lagi hoon...
Par dil me ek hisaab abhi tak adhoora hai.”
---
Flashback dissolve hota hai.
Present-day cut:
Anushka apni desk pe baithi hai, pen chal raha hai par aankhen thodi moist hain.
Ek co-worker ke awaaz se wo hosh me aati hai —
Co-worker:
“Ma’am, client wait kar raha hai.”
Anushka (jaldi se aankhon me paani rok kar, professional tone me):
“Haan... bhej do andar.”
Camera zooms out — her face calm again, lekin andar kahin wo purana dard ab bhi zinda hai.
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