25-11-2025, 01:58 PM
Episode 12
Arti’s Kitchen (Morning Chaos, Hidden Secrets)
(Soft morning light slants through the window. Gas stove pe chai ubal rahi hai, steel ke bartan khanak rahe hain. TV pe “Sasural Express” ka morning drama chal raha hai. Arti dupatta shoulder pe daal ke kitchen me busy hai — ek hand se spoon chalati hai, doosre se phone sambhalti hai.)
Arti (self-talk, irritated tone):
“Uff... ye chai bhi meri saas ke mood jaisi hai — kab ubal jaaye pata hi nahi chalta!”
(Peeche se saas ka sharp voice sunai deta hai.)
Saas (drawing room se):
“Arti! Pata nahi tumhe raat ko kis kis se phone pe baat karni hoti hai... subah uthte hi kitchen me sab gadbad!”
Arti (andar se) — murmuring, sarcastic smile ke sath:
“Haan haan, bas aliens se hi baat kar rahi thi… woh bhi Bluetooth pe.”
(Phone vibrate karta hai — Behen_Code group chat notification: “Mission Debrief - Today Evening Meeting Confirmed.” Arti ek second ke liye freeze hoti hai, chupke se phone unlock karti hai. Group me Ishani ka message blink karta hai:)
ISHANI: “Aaj sabko time par aana. Kuch discuss karna hai.”
(Arti ka expression serious ho jaata hai. Wo message padhti hai, phir saas ki taraf dekhti hai — woh phir bhi nagging kar rahi hoti hai.)
Saas:
“Arti, daal me namak kam hai. Tumhara dhyaan pata nahi kahan rehta hai!”
Arti (soft smile, under breath):
“Bas namak hi to kam hai… zindagi me thoda spice zyada hota to maza aata.”
(Camera close-up: Arti cup me chai dal ke table pe rakhti hai, aur phone ko apron ke pocket me chhupa deti hai.)
Phir, jaise hi wo mixer chalane lagti hai — Bluetooth earbud gir kar paani ke bowl me chhup se tapak jaata hai.
Arti: “Aiyoo Ram! Mera secret weapon gaya!”
(Comic beat — saas curious nazar se dekhti hai.)
Saas:
“Kya bola tumne?”
Arti (turant sambhalte hue):
“Woh... mixer... mera... secret recipe ka weapon... haan haan!”
(Saas suspicious expression ke sath chali jaati hai. Arti sigh karti hai, bowl se Bluetooth nikaal kar tissue se pochti hai, thoda pani tapakta hai. Camera zoom-in: earbud blink kar raha hai, abhi bhi alive.)
Arti (smiling to herself, whispering):
“Tu bach gaya... mission bhi bacha rahe hum log!”
(Background me light instrumental music — everyday chaos ke beech ek hidden world chhupa hai. Arti window ke glass me apna reflection dekhti hai — ek ordinary housewife, par aankhon me ek spark... ek soldier ka confidence.)
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Kitchen ke andar ka wide shot —
Chai ubal rahi hai
TV pe background noise
Saas apne chashme se ghur rahi hai
Arti quietly ek sip chai ka leti hai aur phone me message likhti hai:
> “Main time pe aungi Ishani. Behen_Code ready.”
Camera zooms out.
Music blend hota hai with a playful flute tone —
Arti ki ordinary zindagi ke andar ek extraordinary secret chal raha hai.
FADE OUT.
Rahat’s Morning (Radio Wali Zindagi)
(Mumbai ka ek purana flat — narrow gallery jisme sunlight thoda sa jhank raha hai. Kitchen se chai ki khushboo, aur purane radio ki halki si static sound. Clock 8:15 dikhata hai.)
Rahat apne kamre ke mirror ke saamne khadi hai, ek loose white shirt aur jeans pehni hui, hair tie karte hue softly gaa rahi hai —
“Dil chahta hai… hum naa rahein kabhi yaaron ke bin…”
(Mirror ke saamne lipstick lagate hue apne reflection ko dekh kar muskurati hai)
Rahat (self-talk, halki thakan bhari smile):
“Bas Rahat, aaj bhi khush rehna hai… radio pe logon ko smile deni hai, chahe apna mood kuch bhi ho.”
(Peeche se awaaz aati hai — uski maa, Rukhsana)
Rukhsana: “Rahat beta, nashta kar lo, phir bhool jaogi jaise kal bhooli thi!”
Rahat (reply dete hue, haste hue):
“Ammi, aapko kya lagta hai, main bina aapke parathe ke show kar paungi?”
(Wo kitchen me jaati hai — maa stove ke paas, apron me, halka sa pighla hua makhan paratha pe lagati hai. Scene ka mood soft aur warm hai.)
Rahat: “Ammi, aap har din itna pyaar se banati hain, main toh roz mota ho jaungi.”
Rukhsana: “Bas itna kaam karti hai toh kuch toh khila doon tujhe. Radio wale kaam me energy chahiye na.”
(Rahat maa ke paas baithti hai, ek bite leti hai aur halki si nostalgic ho jaati hai.)
Rahat (softly): “Ammi… aapko yaad hai jab Abu mujhe radio sunne se mana karte the? Kehte the ‘ladkiyan bas ghar sambhalein’?”
Rukhsana (narm muskaan ke sath): “Haan beta, par tujhe kaun rok sakta tha. Tera jazba toh mash,.' aag hai.”
(Dono halki si hansi me kho jaati hain. Background me soft music — ek warmth, ek struggle aur ek quiet pride.)
Phir Rahat ke phone me notification beep — “Behen_CODE meeting confirmed tonight.”
Wo screen padhti hai, aur halka sa grin karte hue bolti hai:
Rahat (slow whisper): “Aaj khamoshi ke peeche bhi ek mission chalega…”
(Maa curious ho kar poochti hai)
Rukhsana: “Kya bola?”
Rahat (quickly sambhalte hue):
“Woh… Ammi, RJ Rahat aaj ka show ka mission bata rahi hai — logo ko positive rakhna hai!”
(Maa haste hue sir hilati hai)
Rukhsana: “Tera show bhi ek jang lagta hai kabhi kabhi.”
(Rahat uthti hai, bag uthati hai, maa ke haath se ek toffee leti hai aur uske haath chhoti si kiss kar ke nikalti hai)
Rahat: “Mujhe dua dena Ammi… aaj thoda bada din hai.”
(Camera follow karta hai Rahat ko — narrow gali se nikalti hai, taxi pakadti hai, background me RJ studio ke board ka glimpse: “City Voice FM 92.8”)
Car me wo khidki ke bahar dekhti hai —
Mumbai ka subah ka rush, log apne apne mission me busy.
Aur wo khud — ek RJ, ek beti, ek secret warrior.
Uske aankhon me thoda thakan, thoda jazba — aur ek muskurahat jo duniya ko dikhani hai.
FADE OUT.
Anisha’s Morning (Hostel Ki Subah)
(Camera open hota hai ek purane hostel ke corridor par — blue paint thoda utra hua, kahin kahin par kapde sukh rahe hain railing pe. Background me kisi ka Bluetooth speaker baj raha hai — “Tune maari entriyaan re…”)
Anisha’s room — messy but cute.
Ek side books, dusre side ek teddy bear jiska kaan adha fata hua. Dressing table ke saamne ek sticky note chipka hai —
> “Smile first. Stress later.”
Anisha ek haath me toothbrush aur dusre haath me phone le kar reel scroll kar rahi hai.
Uske roommate neend me mumbling karti hai —
Roommate: “Anisha… please thoda slow… toothpaste sab pillow pe aa gaya!”
Anisha (hasti hui):
“Arre sorry sorry… par tum itni zyada sotti kaise ho yaar, mujhe batao bhi!”
(Wo apna brush rakhti hai aur mirror ke paas jaake baal set karte hue softly gaa rahi hai)
> “Main pareshan… pareshan…”
(Suddenly uske phone me alarm bajta hai — babysitting shift ka reminder)
Anisha: “OHHH NOOO! 9:15 ho gaye!! Mrs. D’Costa mujhe maar hi daalegi!”
(Wo full chaos mode me apne kapde dhoondhti hai — ek hand towel, ek dupatta, ek shoe idhar udhar phekhti hai. Camera comic cut style me fast movement me shots deta hai.)
Roommate: “Tu har din yehi bolti hai aur har din late hoti hai!”
Anisha (laughing while running):
“Haan, consistency bhi ek talent hota hai baby!”
(Cut to: Hostel ke gate ke bahar — Anisha ek auto me ghus rahi hai, haath me milk bottle aur ek teddy bear.)
Auto driver: “Madam, aapko toh roz jaldi hoti hai.”
Anisha: “Haan bhaiya, roz ek hi kahani — bachche ready nahi, aunty ready nahi, aur main sabse zyada late!”
(Auto chalte hue road se nikalta hai — Mumbai ki galiyan, college ke uniform me bachche, vendors, ek thoda rushy morning energy.)
Voiceover (Anisha ka mind voice):
> “Main Anisha… log kehte hain ki main ek khuli kitab hu.
Par koi nahi jaanta, kuch chapters sirf Behen_CODE ke liye reserved hain.”
(Scene cut — Mrs. D’Costa ka flat, ek 3 saal ka naughty bachcha sofa par jump kar raha hai.)
Anisha: “Oh my god Neil! Tumhara battery kabhi khatam nahi hota kya?”
Neil (laughing): “Main robot hu!”
Anisha (fake shock): “Acha! Toh robot ice-cream khata hai kya?”
Neil: “Haan!”
Anisha: “Toh chalo kitchen me chalte hain Mr. Robot, aaj chocolate flavour milta hai kya dekhti hoon!”
(Mrs. D’Costa background me hasti hai)
Mrs. D’Costa: “Anisha beta, tum nahi hoti toh main pagal ho jaati.”
Anisha (smiling, soft tone):
“Pagal mat hona aunty… aap toh sabse sweet mom ho.”
(Wo bachche ke saath floor pe baithti hai, block toy assemble karte hue, ek pal ke liye bahut sukoon hota hai — uski muskurahat sachchi lagti hai.)
Phir uske phone me “Behen_CODE” group notification ping.
Screen me message:
> “Meeting tonight confirmed. Mission details ready.”
(Anisha halki si smile karti hai, screen ko dekhti hai aur whisper karti hai)
Anisha: “Lagta hai fir se kisi ki kahani likhni hai…”
(Camera zoom-out karta hai — ek peaceful frame: bachcha hansa raha hai, Anisha khilkhila ke muskura rahi hai, lekin aankhon me ek “hidden purpose” ka shine.)
FADE OUT.
Scene — Food Adda Rush Hour
(Camera open hota hai Mumbai ke Lokhandwala ke ek busy corner pe. “FOOD ADDA” ke neon sign ke neeche bhari bheed, laughters, spoons ki khanak aur coffee machine ka sound. Inside full rush — waiters idhar udhar daud rahe hain, orders chilla rahe hain.)
Interior — Food Adda Restaurant.
Kitchen se fry hone ka dhuaan aa raha hai, background me retro Bollywood remix baj raha hai —
> “Koi kahe kehta rahe… kitna bhi humko deewana…”
Counter ke paas Ishaani khadi hai — face pe calm expression, par aankhon me ek andar ka tufaan.
Haath me order pad, lekin dimag kahin aur.
Manager (shouting):
“Ishani! Table number 5 ka order ready hai kya?”
Ishaani (absently):
“Haan sir… ek minute…”
(Uska mind flash karta hai — Kal ka Khanna wala moment, wo touch… wo helpless ladki ka chehra. Uske kaan me abhi bhi wo ladki ki baat ghoom rahi thi — “Main nakamyabi ke liye nahi ro rahi thi…”)
Uske haath me tray hoti hai, par wo ek glass gir jata hai — crash!
Sabki nazar us par.
Manager (thoda softly):
“Hey… careful, Ishani. Sab theek hai?”
Ishaani (deep breath lete hue, smile banate hue):
“Haan sir, bas thoda thak gayi thi.”
(Wo tray utha kar kitchen me chali jaati hai, camera uske peeche follow karta hai. Kitchen me staff tease karte hue chhoti si mazaak karte hain.)
Cook (smirking):
“Madam model lagti hai, par kaam waiter jaisa karti hai!”
Ishaani (halke smile ke saath, par aankhon me udasi):
“Kaam me koi chhota bada nahi hota, chef. Sirf imandaari honi chahiye.”
(Wo stove ke paas jaake ek plate garnish karti hai, phir thoda sa ruk jaati hai. Door ke glass me apna reflection dekhti hai. Uske lips halki si tremble karte hain, par wo khud ko sambhal leti hai.)
(Background me manager ke chillaane ki awaz — “Order ready, chalo chalo!”)
Ishaani plate table tak pahuchati hai, phir corner ke stool pe thoda rest karne baith jaati hai.
Uska phone vibrate karta hai.
Screen pe unknown number — “Message Received.”
Message:
> “Hi Ishani… main Riya.
Tumne kal meri help ki thi.
Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha kaise thanks bolu.
Tum jaise log mil jaayein to duniya kitni safe lagti hai…”
(Ishani ka haath screen par ruk jaata hai. Uske chehre par ek halki si muskurahat aati hai, aankhon ke kone me aansu chamak jata hai. Uske kandhe se ek tension utar jaata hai, jaise kisi ne uska guilt halka kar diya ho.)
Wo phone lock karke apne apron me daalti hai aur soft tone me bolti hai —
Ishaani (slowly, under her breath):
“Safe duniya… shayad issi ke liye hum Behen_Code banaye the…”
(Camera zoom-out karta hai — Ishani fir se counter pe khadi hoti hai, plates arrange karti hai, par is baar uske chehre pe thoda confidence aur sukoon hai.)
Background me song fade hota hai:
> “Zindagi aa raha hu main…”
FADE OUT.
Bank Branch, Early Evening
(Camera open hota hai ek private bank ke andar — glass walls, air conditioning ki halki si humming sound, aur background me keyboards ki continuous tapping.)
Front desk pe Anushka baithi hai — perfectly dressed, neatly pinned hair, aur uske samne ek customer file khuli hai.
Par uski aankhon me wo usual spark nahi hai — kuchh soch rahi hai.
Customer (polite tone me):
“Ma’am ye loan approval kitne din me mil jaayega?”
Anushka (automatic smile ke saath):
“Sir, two working days me process complete ho jaayega.”
(Customer chala jaata hai. Anushka thoda peeche chair pe lean karti hai. Bank ke glass door me apna reflection dekhti hai — tired, par composed.)
Uske colleague Ritika, chai le kar aati hai.
Ritika:
“Madam, phir se overthinking mode?
Ab kaisi pareshani hai...
Anushka (halke saans lete hue):
“Haan… pareshani kabhi khatm hoti hai kya... Kabhi kabhi sochti hu ki bas yeh colourful blazer pehen kar hi meri zindagi nikal jayegi ”
Ritika (masti bhare andaaz me):
koi gal na yaar... Main tujhe jaldi hi bikini gift dungi... After all manager ka bhi to dil lagna chahiye....
(Anushka sirf smirk karti hai, koi jawab nahi deti. Uske aankhon me ek chhoti si glint — pride aur pain dono.)
Anushka (softly):
bikini pehnni bhi padi to us tharki budhe ke liye nahi pehnugi...
(Ritika shoulder tap karke chali jaati hai. Camera Anushka ke chehre pe zoom karta hai — wo apni computer screen pe blank stare karti hai, fir neeche ek chhoti si diary nikalti hai.)
Us diary me likha hota hai —
> “Missions complete.
Ishani strong hai… par wo smile fake thi.
Aaj shaam Arti ke library meeting. Must check on her.”
Wo diary close karti hai aur ek deep breath leti hai.
Phir camera shift karta hai — Bank ke bahar sunset ka orange light.
Anushka apna bag utha kar nikalti hai. Door ke glass me uska reflection — confident, composed, but somewhere burdened.
Outside parking lot me ek chhota sa moment — ek mother apne chhote bachche ke saath khadi hoti hai.
Bachcha ice-cream le kar girata hai, maa usse gently sambhalti hai.
Anushka kuch seconds tak unhe dekhti rehti hai — aankhon me softness aa jaati hai.
Anushka (dheere se, khud se):
“Har ladki ke andar ek protector hota hai… bas kuch log usse jagane me thoda late kar dete hain.”
(Wo apni car me baithti hai, car mein baithte hi whisper karti hai —)
Anushka:
Behen_Code… ready for every girl.
(Camera piche se zoom out karta hai — traffic lights blink karte hue, slow instrumental music fade in hota hai. Scene dissolve hota hai city ke skyline me.)
INT. RADIO STATION – NIGHT (6:30 PM)
Studio ka atmosphere warm aur jazzy tha — dim lights, ek red “ON AIR” sign blink kar raha tha, aur Rahat apne usual mic ke saamne baithi thi. Uske samne ek cup adhi-thandi chai ka, headphones ek side se thoda ute hue, aur uska smile — bilkul natural, jaise har listener ke dil me seedha ghus jaye.
Control room ke glass ke uss par se sound engineer Vivek haath se signal deta hai,
“3… 2… 1…”
Rahat mic ke kareeb jhukti hai, aur uski awaaz hawa me ghul jaati hai —
> Rahat (on-air, playful tone):
“Good evening, doston! Main hoon aapki Rahat — aaj ki raat ki muskaan! Aaj ka topic hai — ‘Jo dil me hai, wo zubaan pe lao... warna WhatsApp delete kar do!’”
Uske words ke saath hi control room me sab hansi rok nahi paate. Vivek bhi mic band karke hasta hai.
> Vivek: “Rahat, tu to har raat pyaar ke lecture de kar breakup karwa degi.”
Rahat (hans kar): “Main breakup nahi karwati Vivek... main bas sach bol deti hoon. Baaki unka connection strong ho to bach jaata hai, warna...”
Wo mic ke kareeb jhukti hai,
“...warna signal lost.”
Wo line ke saath ek light guitar music chalu hota hai — aur line ke peeche ek halki hansi ka echo.
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Switchboard par blink karte calls — listeners ke live calls.
> Rahat: “To chaliye sunte hain pehla caller... Hello, kaun bol rahe hain?”
Caller (male voice): “Hi Rahat ji, main Nikhil bol raha hoon. Main thoda pareshan hoon... meri girlfriend roz mood off rakhti hai.”
Rahat (hans kar): “To bhai, mood on karne ke liye light ka switch nahi milta... samajhdari chahiye! Batao, last time tumne usse bina wajah compliment kab diya tha?”
Nikhil: “Uhh... pata nahi... shayad birthday ke din.”
Rahat (mock shock): “Arey wah! Matlab saal me ek baar! Fir kaise expect kar rahe ho ki wo tumhare har message pe ‘❤️’ bheje?”
Vivek hansi chhupa nahi paata, ek staff member phone sambhalte hue bolta hai — “Rahat di aaj to sabki class le rahi hai!”
> Rahat: “Nikhil, ek kaam karo. Kal subah bina wajah ‘Good morning’ message bhejna, bas likhna — Tumhari hansi, tumhara best makeup hai. Trust me... miracles ho jaayenge!”
Nikhil: “Thank you, Rahat ji!”
Rahat: “Arey meri taraf se free me relationship consultancy milti hai, lekin agle hafte review lena mat bhoolna!”
Light music fade hota hai, aur Rahat mic band karke deep saans leti hai.
CUT TO – OFF AIR MOMENT:
Vivek bolta hai,
> “Tumhe pata hai, tumhari voice me jaadu hai. Har raat log sirf tumhe sunne ke liye radio on karte hain.”
Rahat (smiling, teasing): “Arey Vivek, mujhe jaadu nahi... bas life ka thoda humor aata hai. Warna khud ka mood bhi off ho jata har raat.”
Wo cup me bachi chai ek sip me khatam karti hai, window ke bahar dekhti hai — Mumbai ki raat, bright hoardings, passing autos, aur kahin door ek jagah se aati laughter.
> Rahat (softly, khud se):
“Kabhi kabhi lagta hai main logo ko hasi baant rahi hoon... par apni khushi kahaan rakh di?”
Camera uske thoughtful face par rukta hai — ek chhoti si khamosi, jisme uski life ke andar ka emotional phase chhup jaata hai.
Aur tabhi control room se Vivek cheekhta hai —
> “Rahat! Next segment — ‘Dil Se Dil Tak’ — start kar de!”
Rahat turant apna mic adjust karti hai, muskaan wapas laati hai —
> “Aur hum wapas aa gaye hain doston... Rahat ke saath, raat ke saath!”
FADE OUT — her laughter echoes with background guitar strum.
Arti’s Kitchen (Morning Chaos, Hidden Secrets)
(Soft morning light slants through the window. Gas stove pe chai ubal rahi hai, steel ke bartan khanak rahe hain. TV pe “Sasural Express” ka morning drama chal raha hai. Arti dupatta shoulder pe daal ke kitchen me busy hai — ek hand se spoon chalati hai, doosre se phone sambhalti hai.)
Arti (self-talk, irritated tone):
“Uff... ye chai bhi meri saas ke mood jaisi hai — kab ubal jaaye pata hi nahi chalta!”
(Peeche se saas ka sharp voice sunai deta hai.)
Saas (drawing room se):
“Arti! Pata nahi tumhe raat ko kis kis se phone pe baat karni hoti hai... subah uthte hi kitchen me sab gadbad!”
Arti (andar se) — murmuring, sarcastic smile ke sath:
“Haan haan, bas aliens se hi baat kar rahi thi… woh bhi Bluetooth pe.”
(Phone vibrate karta hai — Behen_Code group chat notification: “Mission Debrief - Today Evening Meeting Confirmed.” Arti ek second ke liye freeze hoti hai, chupke se phone unlock karti hai. Group me Ishani ka message blink karta hai:)
ISHANI: “Aaj sabko time par aana. Kuch discuss karna hai.”
(Arti ka expression serious ho jaata hai. Wo message padhti hai, phir saas ki taraf dekhti hai — woh phir bhi nagging kar rahi hoti hai.)
Saas:
“Arti, daal me namak kam hai. Tumhara dhyaan pata nahi kahan rehta hai!”
Arti (soft smile, under breath):
“Bas namak hi to kam hai… zindagi me thoda spice zyada hota to maza aata.”
(Camera close-up: Arti cup me chai dal ke table pe rakhti hai, aur phone ko apron ke pocket me chhupa deti hai.)
Phir, jaise hi wo mixer chalane lagti hai — Bluetooth earbud gir kar paani ke bowl me chhup se tapak jaata hai.
Arti: “Aiyoo Ram! Mera secret weapon gaya!”
(Comic beat — saas curious nazar se dekhti hai.)
Saas:
“Kya bola tumne?”
Arti (turant sambhalte hue):
“Woh... mixer... mera... secret recipe ka weapon... haan haan!”
(Saas suspicious expression ke sath chali jaati hai. Arti sigh karti hai, bowl se Bluetooth nikaal kar tissue se pochti hai, thoda pani tapakta hai. Camera zoom-in: earbud blink kar raha hai, abhi bhi alive.)
Arti (smiling to herself, whispering):
“Tu bach gaya... mission bhi bacha rahe hum log!”
(Background me light instrumental music — everyday chaos ke beech ek hidden world chhupa hai. Arti window ke glass me apna reflection dekhti hai — ek ordinary housewife, par aankhon me ek spark... ek soldier ka confidence.)
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CUT TO:
Kitchen ke andar ka wide shot —
Chai ubal rahi hai
TV pe background noise
Saas apne chashme se ghur rahi hai
Arti quietly ek sip chai ka leti hai aur phone me message likhti hai:
> “Main time pe aungi Ishani. Behen_Code ready.”
Camera zooms out.
Music blend hota hai with a playful flute tone —
Arti ki ordinary zindagi ke andar ek extraordinary secret chal raha hai.
FADE OUT.
Rahat’s Morning (Radio Wali Zindagi)
(Mumbai ka ek purana flat — narrow gallery jisme sunlight thoda sa jhank raha hai. Kitchen se chai ki khushboo, aur purane radio ki halki si static sound. Clock 8:15 dikhata hai.)
Rahat apne kamre ke mirror ke saamne khadi hai, ek loose white shirt aur jeans pehni hui, hair tie karte hue softly gaa rahi hai —
“Dil chahta hai… hum naa rahein kabhi yaaron ke bin…”
(Mirror ke saamne lipstick lagate hue apne reflection ko dekh kar muskurati hai)
Rahat (self-talk, halki thakan bhari smile):
“Bas Rahat, aaj bhi khush rehna hai… radio pe logon ko smile deni hai, chahe apna mood kuch bhi ho.”
(Peeche se awaaz aati hai — uski maa, Rukhsana)
Rukhsana: “Rahat beta, nashta kar lo, phir bhool jaogi jaise kal bhooli thi!”
Rahat (reply dete hue, haste hue):
“Ammi, aapko kya lagta hai, main bina aapke parathe ke show kar paungi?”
(Wo kitchen me jaati hai — maa stove ke paas, apron me, halka sa pighla hua makhan paratha pe lagati hai. Scene ka mood soft aur warm hai.)
Rahat: “Ammi, aap har din itna pyaar se banati hain, main toh roz mota ho jaungi.”
Rukhsana: “Bas itna kaam karti hai toh kuch toh khila doon tujhe. Radio wale kaam me energy chahiye na.”
(Rahat maa ke paas baithti hai, ek bite leti hai aur halki si nostalgic ho jaati hai.)
Rahat (softly): “Ammi… aapko yaad hai jab Abu mujhe radio sunne se mana karte the? Kehte the ‘ladkiyan bas ghar sambhalein’?”
Rukhsana (narm muskaan ke sath): “Haan beta, par tujhe kaun rok sakta tha. Tera jazba toh mash,.' aag hai.”
(Dono halki si hansi me kho jaati hain. Background me soft music — ek warmth, ek struggle aur ek quiet pride.)
Phir Rahat ke phone me notification beep — “Behen_CODE meeting confirmed tonight.”
Wo screen padhti hai, aur halka sa grin karte hue bolti hai:
Rahat (slow whisper): “Aaj khamoshi ke peeche bhi ek mission chalega…”
(Maa curious ho kar poochti hai)
Rukhsana: “Kya bola?”
Rahat (quickly sambhalte hue):
“Woh… Ammi, RJ Rahat aaj ka show ka mission bata rahi hai — logo ko positive rakhna hai!”
(Maa haste hue sir hilati hai)
Rukhsana: “Tera show bhi ek jang lagta hai kabhi kabhi.”
(Rahat uthti hai, bag uthati hai, maa ke haath se ek toffee leti hai aur uske haath chhoti si kiss kar ke nikalti hai)
Rahat: “Mujhe dua dena Ammi… aaj thoda bada din hai.”
(Camera follow karta hai Rahat ko — narrow gali se nikalti hai, taxi pakadti hai, background me RJ studio ke board ka glimpse: “City Voice FM 92.8”)
Car me wo khidki ke bahar dekhti hai —
Mumbai ka subah ka rush, log apne apne mission me busy.
Aur wo khud — ek RJ, ek beti, ek secret warrior.
Uske aankhon me thoda thakan, thoda jazba — aur ek muskurahat jo duniya ko dikhani hai.
FADE OUT.
Anisha’s Morning (Hostel Ki Subah)
(Camera open hota hai ek purane hostel ke corridor par — blue paint thoda utra hua, kahin kahin par kapde sukh rahe hain railing pe. Background me kisi ka Bluetooth speaker baj raha hai — “Tune maari entriyaan re…”)
Anisha’s room — messy but cute.
Ek side books, dusre side ek teddy bear jiska kaan adha fata hua. Dressing table ke saamne ek sticky note chipka hai —
> “Smile first. Stress later.”
Anisha ek haath me toothbrush aur dusre haath me phone le kar reel scroll kar rahi hai.
Uske roommate neend me mumbling karti hai —
Roommate: “Anisha… please thoda slow… toothpaste sab pillow pe aa gaya!”
Anisha (hasti hui):
“Arre sorry sorry… par tum itni zyada sotti kaise ho yaar, mujhe batao bhi!”
(Wo apna brush rakhti hai aur mirror ke paas jaake baal set karte hue softly gaa rahi hai)
> “Main pareshan… pareshan…”
(Suddenly uske phone me alarm bajta hai — babysitting shift ka reminder)
Anisha: “OHHH NOOO! 9:15 ho gaye!! Mrs. D’Costa mujhe maar hi daalegi!”
(Wo full chaos mode me apne kapde dhoondhti hai — ek hand towel, ek dupatta, ek shoe idhar udhar phekhti hai. Camera comic cut style me fast movement me shots deta hai.)
Roommate: “Tu har din yehi bolti hai aur har din late hoti hai!”
Anisha (laughing while running):
“Haan, consistency bhi ek talent hota hai baby!”
(Cut to: Hostel ke gate ke bahar — Anisha ek auto me ghus rahi hai, haath me milk bottle aur ek teddy bear.)
Auto driver: “Madam, aapko toh roz jaldi hoti hai.”
Anisha: “Haan bhaiya, roz ek hi kahani — bachche ready nahi, aunty ready nahi, aur main sabse zyada late!”
(Auto chalte hue road se nikalta hai — Mumbai ki galiyan, college ke uniform me bachche, vendors, ek thoda rushy morning energy.)
Voiceover (Anisha ka mind voice):
> “Main Anisha… log kehte hain ki main ek khuli kitab hu.
Par koi nahi jaanta, kuch chapters sirf Behen_CODE ke liye reserved hain.”
(Scene cut — Mrs. D’Costa ka flat, ek 3 saal ka naughty bachcha sofa par jump kar raha hai.)
Anisha: “Oh my god Neil! Tumhara battery kabhi khatam nahi hota kya?”
Neil (laughing): “Main robot hu!”
Anisha (fake shock): “Acha! Toh robot ice-cream khata hai kya?”
Neil: “Haan!”
Anisha: “Toh chalo kitchen me chalte hain Mr. Robot, aaj chocolate flavour milta hai kya dekhti hoon!”
(Mrs. D’Costa background me hasti hai)
Mrs. D’Costa: “Anisha beta, tum nahi hoti toh main pagal ho jaati.”
Anisha (smiling, soft tone):
“Pagal mat hona aunty… aap toh sabse sweet mom ho.”
(Wo bachche ke saath floor pe baithti hai, block toy assemble karte hue, ek pal ke liye bahut sukoon hota hai — uski muskurahat sachchi lagti hai.)
Phir uske phone me “Behen_CODE” group notification ping.
Screen me message:
> “Meeting tonight confirmed. Mission details ready.”
(Anisha halki si smile karti hai, screen ko dekhti hai aur whisper karti hai)
Anisha: “Lagta hai fir se kisi ki kahani likhni hai…”
(Camera zoom-out karta hai — ek peaceful frame: bachcha hansa raha hai, Anisha khilkhila ke muskura rahi hai, lekin aankhon me ek “hidden purpose” ka shine.)
FADE OUT.
Scene — Food Adda Rush Hour
(Camera open hota hai Mumbai ke Lokhandwala ke ek busy corner pe. “FOOD ADDA” ke neon sign ke neeche bhari bheed, laughters, spoons ki khanak aur coffee machine ka sound. Inside full rush — waiters idhar udhar daud rahe hain, orders chilla rahe hain.)
Interior — Food Adda Restaurant.
Kitchen se fry hone ka dhuaan aa raha hai, background me retro Bollywood remix baj raha hai —
> “Koi kahe kehta rahe… kitna bhi humko deewana…”
Counter ke paas Ishaani khadi hai — face pe calm expression, par aankhon me ek andar ka tufaan.
Haath me order pad, lekin dimag kahin aur.
Manager (shouting):
“Ishani! Table number 5 ka order ready hai kya?”
Ishaani (absently):
“Haan sir… ek minute…”
(Uska mind flash karta hai — Kal ka Khanna wala moment, wo touch… wo helpless ladki ka chehra. Uske kaan me abhi bhi wo ladki ki baat ghoom rahi thi — “Main nakamyabi ke liye nahi ro rahi thi…”)
Uske haath me tray hoti hai, par wo ek glass gir jata hai — crash!
Sabki nazar us par.
Manager (thoda softly):
“Hey… careful, Ishani. Sab theek hai?”
Ishaani (deep breath lete hue, smile banate hue):
“Haan sir, bas thoda thak gayi thi.”
(Wo tray utha kar kitchen me chali jaati hai, camera uske peeche follow karta hai. Kitchen me staff tease karte hue chhoti si mazaak karte hain.)
Cook (smirking):
“Madam model lagti hai, par kaam waiter jaisa karti hai!”
Ishaani (halke smile ke saath, par aankhon me udasi):
“Kaam me koi chhota bada nahi hota, chef. Sirf imandaari honi chahiye.”
(Wo stove ke paas jaake ek plate garnish karti hai, phir thoda sa ruk jaati hai. Door ke glass me apna reflection dekhti hai. Uske lips halki si tremble karte hain, par wo khud ko sambhal leti hai.)
(Background me manager ke chillaane ki awaz — “Order ready, chalo chalo!”)
Ishaani plate table tak pahuchati hai, phir corner ke stool pe thoda rest karne baith jaati hai.
Uska phone vibrate karta hai.
Screen pe unknown number — “Message Received.”
Message:
> “Hi Ishani… main Riya.
Tumne kal meri help ki thi.
Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha kaise thanks bolu.
Tum jaise log mil jaayein to duniya kitni safe lagti hai…”
(Ishani ka haath screen par ruk jaata hai. Uske chehre par ek halki si muskurahat aati hai, aankhon ke kone me aansu chamak jata hai. Uske kandhe se ek tension utar jaata hai, jaise kisi ne uska guilt halka kar diya ho.)
Wo phone lock karke apne apron me daalti hai aur soft tone me bolti hai —
Ishaani (slowly, under her breath):
“Safe duniya… shayad issi ke liye hum Behen_Code banaye the…”
(Camera zoom-out karta hai — Ishani fir se counter pe khadi hoti hai, plates arrange karti hai, par is baar uske chehre pe thoda confidence aur sukoon hai.)
Background me song fade hota hai:
> “Zindagi aa raha hu main…”
FADE OUT.
Bank Branch, Early Evening
(Camera open hota hai ek private bank ke andar — glass walls, air conditioning ki halki si humming sound, aur background me keyboards ki continuous tapping.)
Front desk pe Anushka baithi hai — perfectly dressed, neatly pinned hair, aur uske samne ek customer file khuli hai.
Par uski aankhon me wo usual spark nahi hai — kuchh soch rahi hai.
Customer (polite tone me):
“Ma’am ye loan approval kitne din me mil jaayega?”
Anushka (automatic smile ke saath):
“Sir, two working days me process complete ho jaayega.”
(Customer chala jaata hai. Anushka thoda peeche chair pe lean karti hai. Bank ke glass door me apna reflection dekhti hai — tired, par composed.)
Uske colleague Ritika, chai le kar aati hai.
Ritika:
“Madam, phir se overthinking mode?
Ab kaisi pareshani hai...
Anushka (halke saans lete hue):
“Haan… pareshani kabhi khatm hoti hai kya... Kabhi kabhi sochti hu ki bas yeh colourful blazer pehen kar hi meri zindagi nikal jayegi ”
Ritika (masti bhare andaaz me):
koi gal na yaar... Main tujhe jaldi hi bikini gift dungi... After all manager ka bhi to dil lagna chahiye....
(Anushka sirf smirk karti hai, koi jawab nahi deti. Uske aankhon me ek chhoti si glint — pride aur pain dono.)
Anushka (softly):
bikini pehnni bhi padi to us tharki budhe ke liye nahi pehnugi...
(Ritika shoulder tap karke chali jaati hai. Camera Anushka ke chehre pe zoom karta hai — wo apni computer screen pe blank stare karti hai, fir neeche ek chhoti si diary nikalti hai.)
Us diary me likha hota hai —
> “Missions complete.
Ishani strong hai… par wo smile fake thi.
Aaj shaam Arti ke library meeting. Must check on her.”
Wo diary close karti hai aur ek deep breath leti hai.
Phir camera shift karta hai — Bank ke bahar sunset ka orange light.
Anushka apna bag utha kar nikalti hai. Door ke glass me uska reflection — confident, composed, but somewhere burdened.
Outside parking lot me ek chhota sa moment — ek mother apne chhote bachche ke saath khadi hoti hai.
Bachcha ice-cream le kar girata hai, maa usse gently sambhalti hai.
Anushka kuch seconds tak unhe dekhti rehti hai — aankhon me softness aa jaati hai.
Anushka (dheere se, khud se):
“Har ladki ke andar ek protector hota hai… bas kuch log usse jagane me thoda late kar dete hain.”
(Wo apni car me baithti hai, car mein baithte hi whisper karti hai —)
Anushka:
Behen_Code… ready for every girl.
(Camera piche se zoom out karta hai — traffic lights blink karte hue, slow instrumental music fade in hota hai. Scene dissolve hota hai city ke skyline me.)
INT. RADIO STATION – NIGHT (6:30 PM)
Studio ka atmosphere warm aur jazzy tha — dim lights, ek red “ON AIR” sign blink kar raha tha, aur Rahat apne usual mic ke saamne baithi thi. Uske samne ek cup adhi-thandi chai ka, headphones ek side se thoda ute hue, aur uska smile — bilkul natural, jaise har listener ke dil me seedha ghus jaye.
Control room ke glass ke uss par se sound engineer Vivek haath se signal deta hai,
“3… 2… 1…”
Rahat mic ke kareeb jhukti hai, aur uski awaaz hawa me ghul jaati hai —
> Rahat (on-air, playful tone):
“Good evening, doston! Main hoon aapki Rahat — aaj ki raat ki muskaan! Aaj ka topic hai — ‘Jo dil me hai, wo zubaan pe lao... warna WhatsApp delete kar do!’”
Uske words ke saath hi control room me sab hansi rok nahi paate. Vivek bhi mic band karke hasta hai.
> Vivek: “Rahat, tu to har raat pyaar ke lecture de kar breakup karwa degi.”
Rahat (hans kar): “Main breakup nahi karwati Vivek... main bas sach bol deti hoon. Baaki unka connection strong ho to bach jaata hai, warna...”
Wo mic ke kareeb jhukti hai,
“...warna signal lost.”
Wo line ke saath ek light guitar music chalu hota hai — aur line ke peeche ek halki hansi ka echo.
CUT TO:
Switchboard par blink karte calls — listeners ke live calls.
> Rahat: “To chaliye sunte hain pehla caller... Hello, kaun bol rahe hain?”
Caller (male voice): “Hi Rahat ji, main Nikhil bol raha hoon. Main thoda pareshan hoon... meri girlfriend roz mood off rakhti hai.”
Rahat (hans kar): “To bhai, mood on karne ke liye light ka switch nahi milta... samajhdari chahiye! Batao, last time tumne usse bina wajah compliment kab diya tha?”
Nikhil: “Uhh... pata nahi... shayad birthday ke din.”
Rahat (mock shock): “Arey wah! Matlab saal me ek baar! Fir kaise expect kar rahe ho ki wo tumhare har message pe ‘❤️’ bheje?”
Vivek hansi chhupa nahi paata, ek staff member phone sambhalte hue bolta hai — “Rahat di aaj to sabki class le rahi hai!”
> Rahat: “Nikhil, ek kaam karo. Kal subah bina wajah ‘Good morning’ message bhejna, bas likhna — Tumhari hansi, tumhara best makeup hai. Trust me... miracles ho jaayenge!”
Nikhil: “Thank you, Rahat ji!”
Rahat: “Arey meri taraf se free me relationship consultancy milti hai, lekin agle hafte review lena mat bhoolna!”
Light music fade hota hai, aur Rahat mic band karke deep saans leti hai.
CUT TO – OFF AIR MOMENT:
Vivek bolta hai,
> “Tumhe pata hai, tumhari voice me jaadu hai. Har raat log sirf tumhe sunne ke liye radio on karte hain.”
Rahat (smiling, teasing): “Arey Vivek, mujhe jaadu nahi... bas life ka thoda humor aata hai. Warna khud ka mood bhi off ho jata har raat.”
Wo cup me bachi chai ek sip me khatam karti hai, window ke bahar dekhti hai — Mumbai ki raat, bright hoardings, passing autos, aur kahin door ek jagah se aati laughter.
> Rahat (softly, khud se):
“Kabhi kabhi lagta hai main logo ko hasi baant rahi hoon... par apni khushi kahaan rakh di?”
Camera uske thoughtful face par rukta hai — ek chhoti si khamosi, jisme uski life ke andar ka emotional phase chhup jaata hai.
Aur tabhi control room se Vivek cheekhta hai —
> “Rahat! Next segment — ‘Dil Se Dil Tak’ — start kar de!”
Rahat turant apna mic adjust karti hai, muskaan wapas laati hai —
> “Aur hum wapas aa gaye hain doston... Rahat ke saath, raat ke saath!”
FADE OUT — her laughter echoes with background guitar strum.
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