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Episode 14
EXT. MUMBAI – SUBAH KA SCENE – NEXT DAY
(Camera opens on the city waking up — newspaper stalls, bus horns, chai ke dhuein ke sath thodi si halchal.)
MONTAGE STYLE OPENING:
Anushka apni car me office ke liye ready ho rahi hai — ek crisp white shirt aur navy blue pencil skirt me confident, ek hand me coffee, ek hand me laptop bag.
Rahat apne radio station ke liye nikalti hai, earphones laga kar auto ke window se baahar dekhti hui — ab bhi uske dimaag me kal raat ka Sameer yaad hai.
Arti apni kitchen me hoti hai, aaj mood thoda halka hai — saas ke taane ke baad bhi wo ek chhoti si smile ke sath breakfast bana rahi hai.
Anisha hostel ke gate se nikal kar apni college bus pakadti hai — ek haath me book, doosre me phone.
Ishani apni scooty par Food Adda ke liye nikalti hai, traffic me horn bajate hue — dimaag me kal ka case ghoom raha hai.
CUT TO:
EXT. LOCAL COURT BUILDING – 10:00 AM
Camera tilt up karta hai ek purani si building par — "Metropolitan Magistrate Court, Mumbai."
Gate ke bahar media wale khade hain, cameras ready.
Reporter (mic le kar):
“Yesterday night social media pe viral hua accident video — jisme ek well-known industrialist ke bete Vicky Mehra ki car ne ek old lady ko hit kiya... aaj pehli hearing hone wali hai.”
Ek black luxury car court ke gate par rukti hai —
Vicky Mehra sunglasses me, thoda nervous lekin egoistic expression ke sath nikalta hai. Uske sath uska manager aur vakil dono.
Camera shift hota hai doosri side —
ek auto rukta hai jisme Humera utarti hai — ek simple salwar suit me, aankhon me gussa aur determination.
Uske sath Ishani bhi hai, ek file pakde hue.
Humera (thoda slow, Ishani se):
“Kal raat abbu ro rahe the... keh rahe the case me paisa walon se kaun ladega... par main nahi darungi.”
Ishani (softly):
“Bas yahi himmat rakho, Humera. Ab hum akeli nahi hain.”
Camera Ishani ke chehre pe rukta hai — confident but heavy expression.
Uske mind me kal raat ki meeting flash hoti hai — Behen_Code members ka ek hi target: Justice for Humera’s dadi.
INT. COURT ROOM – LATER
Judge ke saamne dono parties khadi hain.
Vicky ka lawyer smooth tone me bol raha hai:
“Your Honour, it was an unfortunate accident... our client is ready for full compensation.”
Humera (interrupt karte hue):
“Your Honour, paisa se meri dadi ki saansein wapas nahi aayengi!”
Courtroom me halki si halchal hoti hai.
Ishani uska haath pakad kar calm karne ki koshish karti hai.
Vicky sirf zameen ki taraf dekhta rehta hai — guilt aur arrogance dono uske chehre pe nazar aate hain.
Judge sunta hai aur case ko next hearing ke liye rakhta hai.
EXT. COURT – BAAD ME
Media cameras flash karte hain.
Humera reporters se bachti hai, Ishani uska haath pakad kar usse car tak laati hai.
Reporter:
“Miss, kya aapko lagta hai aap ek bade business family ke khilaf jeet sakti hain?”
Ishani (thoda firm tone me):
“Jeet hamesha uski hoti hai jiska zameer saaf hota hai.”
Reporter stunned — Ishani seedha nikal jaati hai.
CUT TO PARALLEL SCENES:
? Arti’s Kitchen (Gyaan Ganga ke upar wala floor)
Arti apna bluetooth on karti hai aur Behen_Code group me bolti hai:
“Ladkiyo... case officially court me chala gaya hai. Ab hamara next step ready hona chahiye.”
Saas door se chillati hai: “Arti, gas band karna na bhooliyo!”
Sab hans padti hai speaker par.
? Anushka – Bank Office:
Ek client meeting ke beech bhi uska phone vibrate karta hai — Group Chat Notification: “Vicky Case Update”
Wo halki si smile ke sath phone lock karti hai aur confidently deal close karti hai:
“Mr. Sharma, paperwork ready hai. Let’s sign it.”
(Peeche colleagues uske professionalism ki tareef karte hain.)
? Rahat – Radio Cabin:
Apne mic ke samne baithi hai, aur Ishani ka message padhti hai:
“Case court me chala gaya.”
Wo mic ke sath lean karke softly bolti hai:
“Sometimes the fight for truth starts in silence... and ends with courage.”
Background me ek emotional song cue hota hai.
EXT. FOOD ADDA – EVENING
Ishani wapas apne restaurant par hai, apni table wipe karte hue.
Riya (uski junior waitress) puchti hai,
“Didi, sab thik hai? Aaj aap thoda serious lag rahe ho...”
Ishani muskurati hai,
“Thik ho jaayega, Riya. Thoda waqt lagta hai sach ko awaaz banne me.”
Camera zoom out karta hai —
Background me Mumbai ka sunset,
aur Ishani ke phone par ek Group Notification flash hota hai:
> ? BEHEN_CODE: “Next Mission – Vicky Mehra.”
CUT TO BLACK.
? Background score: slow build, thriller tone with heartbeat rhythm.
ANISHA’S COLLEGE SEMINAR
INT. COLLEGE AUDITORIUM – LATE MORNING
Lights dim. Stage pe ek motivational seminar chal raha hai — banner pe likha hai:
? “Women in Action: Voices of Change”
Anisha apni bench pe baithi hai — ek haath me notebook, doosre me pen, lekin aankhein stage par tikki hui hain.
Stage pe ek guest speaker bol rahi hoti hai — mid 30s, confident, calm tone me.
SPEAKER:
“Main chhoti si jagah se aayi thi... log kehte the ladkiyaan sirf adjust karti hain, change nahi laati.
Par mujhe laga — agar hum khud hi apne liye nahi ladenge, toh koi aur nahi ladega.”
Hall me taaliyan bajti hain.
Anisha ke chehre par ek soft smile, aankhon me ek alag si inspiration.
Uske dimaag me flash — Behen_Code ke first mission ka ek glimpse (wo scene jahan group ne ek ladki ko abusive relationship se nikala tha).
Uske side me baithi uski best friend Neha halki si whisper karti hai:
Neha: “Tu toh bas note bana rahi hai, ya sach me sun bhi rahi hai?”
Anisha (muskurake): “Sunn rahi hoon... kabhi kabhi kuch baatein dil me likh jaati hain.”
INT. COLLEGE AUDITORIUM – LATER (POST SEMINAR)
Crowd bahar ja raha hai. Speaker logon se mil rahi hoti hai.
Anisha hesitant hai — phir thoda courage gather karti hai aur jaakar milti hai.
Anisha: “Ma’am, mujhe aapki speech bahut achi lagi... main bhi kabhi-kabhi kuch likhti hoon, par kabhi kisi ko dikhaya nahi.”
Speaker (warmly): “Kabhi-kabhi apni awaaz chhupane se behtar hai use duniya tak pahuchana.
Tum likhti raho. Shayad kal koi aur ladki tumhare words se himmat paaye.”
Anisha ke chehre pe ek deep expression.
Vo “thank you” kehti hai aur nikal jaati hai.
EXT. COLLEGE GATE – SAME TIME
Bahar ek black car park hoti hai.
Car ke andar ek ladka — approx 23 years, neatly dressed, phone pe busy.
Uska naam Kabir (college volunteer aur event photographer).
Anisha nikalti hai aur accidentally uski car ke mirror se takra jaati hai.
Mirror fold hota hai, aur dono ke aankh milte hain — ek moment ka freeze frame.
Kabir (gentle tone): “Arre, sambhal ke! Mirror tod dogi toh mujhe bhagna padega...”
Anisha (thoda sharmake): “Sorry... thoda rush tha.”
Kabir (muskurate hue): “No worries. Tum seminar me thi na?
Main photos click kar raha tha, tum sabse serious lag rahi thi.”
Anisha awkwardly smiles,
“Main bas likh rahi thi...”
Kabir: “Next time likhne se pehle coffee bhi likh lena — mere sath.”
Anisha blush kar deti hai —
Bas itna hi moment, aur wo gate cross kar jaati hai.
Camera Kabir ke smile pe rukta hai — clearly intrigued.
CUT TO:
EVENING – ANISHA’S ROOM (AUNTY’S HOUSE)
Wo apne diary me likh rahi hoti hai:
> “Kabhi kabhi kuch log milte hain bina reason ke...
Shayad unhe humare chapter ka part banna hota hai.”
Background me ek soft indie track chalta hai.
Aunty door se aawaaz lagati hai:
“Anisha, khana thanda ho raha hai!”
Anisha diary band karti hai, ek chhoti si smile ke sath:
“Aa rahi hoon, Aunty.”
Camera diary pe zoom karta hai —
Cover pe likha hai: “#Behen_Code Journal”
aur uske neeche ek small note likha hai —
> “Next meeting: Ishani ke message ka wait.”
FADE OUT.
ANUSHKA’S OFFICE SUCCESS & SILENT TRIGGER
INT. BANK – MORNING HOURS
Camera glide karta hai through a busy branch office — counters pe customers, typing ki awaaz, forms ke piles, aur kahin se printer ka continuous sound.
Is hustle ke beech — ek corner cabin me Anushka baithi hai.
Formal shirt, neatly tied hair, confident expression.
Uske table par ek trophy rakhi hai —
✨ “Employee of the Quarter – Anushka Sharma” ✨
Colleagues taaliyan baja rahe hain, Manager Mr. Ghosh khush lag rahe hain.
Mr. Ghosh:
“Excellent performance, Anushka! You’ve doubled the client base this quarter. Keep it up.”
Anushka (modestly):
“Thank you, sir. Team ka bhi effort tha.”
Peeche se ek halki sarcastic awaaz:
“Team ka effort… ya sirf Anushka ka naam?”
Camera turn hota hai —
Wahan Sumeet, ek mid-level officer, khada hai — same department, same promotion track.
Chehre pe smile hai, lekin aankhon me wo “hidden burn” dikhta hai.
Mr. Ghosh:
“Haha, come on, Sumeet! Thoda healthy competition hona chahiye office me.”
Sab hans dete hain, lekin Sumeet ki muskaan zyada der nahi tikti.
Camera close-up: uska jaw tighten hota hai, aankhen trophy par tik jaati hain.
INT. BANK CAFETERIA – LUNCH TIME
Anushka ek corner table par lunch kar rahi hai.
Uske sath ek junior colleague Pooja hai.
Pooja: “Ma’am, aapko pata hai? Head Office aapko training workshop me bhejne wala hai — Mumbai!”
Anushka (surprised): “Sach me? That’s amazing…”
Camera pan — kuch tables door Sumeet baitha hai, phone pe quietly text kar raha hai kisi ko:
> “She’s being sent to Mumbai. Time to make things interesting.”
Screen pe uske message ka reply blink karta hai:
> “Understood. I’ll handle the file.”
(Background me soft, unsettling score chalta hai.)
INT. BRANCH RECORD ROOM – EVENING
Record room me low light hai, sirf ek tube light flicker karti hai.
Sumeet andar aata hai, ek drawer kholta hai jahan client verification files rakhin hoti hain.
Ek file nikalta hai jisme likha hai — “Client: Avant FinCorp – Handled by Anushka Sharma”
Wo file me kuch papers ke replacement karta hai — quietly.
Bas ek shot me dikhta hai — usne ek fake signature slip insert kar di.
Sumeet (murmur karta hua):
“Ab dekhte hain Employee of the Quarter ka magic kitne din tikta hai.”
Light flicker hoti hai, aur wo file close kar ke chala jaata hai.
INT. ANUSHKA’S CABIN – NEXT DAY MORNING
Anushka fresh aur confident mood me files check kar rahi hoti hai.
Tabhi Mr. Ghosh andar aate hain — unke chehre par concern hai.
Mr. Ghosh:
“Anushka… ek chhoti si problem hui hai. Avant FinCorp file me kuch discrepancy nikli hai.”
Anushka (shocked): “Discrepancy? Kaise possible hai, sir? Main personally verify kiya tha.”
Mr. Ghosh:
“Head Office ko clarification chahiye. You’ll have to explain by tomorrow.”
Anushka ka expression freeze hota hai — disbelief aur confusion ke beech.
Camera zoom out hota hai uske face pe,
Background me uski trophy table par hi rakhi hai —
Ab us trophy ke reflection me Anushka ka worried face dikh raha hota hai.
CUT TO:
Sumeet corridor me khada, coffee lete hue glass window se uske cabin ki taraf dekh raha hota hai.
Uske chehre pe ek calm, slow smile — satisfaction jaisi.
Background me ek haunting instrumental music chalta hai.
FADE OUT – END OF SCENE.
ANUSHKA’S DAY OF CONFUSION
INT. BANK – NEXT MORNING
Camera open hota hai ek dull cloudy morning pe.
Bank ke glass doors ke through Anushka andar aati hai — uske chehre par halka sa tension dikh raha hai.
Normal jaisi confident walk ab thodi slow lagti hai.
She enters her cabin, bag desk par rakhti hai.
Manager Mr. Ghosh ke words ab bhi uske dimaag me echo ho rahe hain —
> “Head Office ko clarification chahiye…”
Uske phone par ek notification blink karta hai — “Audit Department: Meeting at 4 PM.”
Anushka deep breath leti hai, aur file kholti hai —
pages flip karte hue kuch samajhne ki koshish karti hai.
Close-up: file ke ek page par signatures clearly mismatch lagte hain.
Anushka (self-talk, confused):
“Main ne to verify kiya tha… ye sign alag kaise ho gaye?”
Uska junior staff Pooja andar aata hai.
Pooja: “Ma’am, coffee le aayi hoon. Aap okay lag nahi rahi ho?”
Anushka (forcing smile): “Haan, bas thoda office ka pressure hai.”
Pooja files me jhank kar casually kehti hai,
Pooja: “Ye Avant FinCorp wali file? Kal Head Office wale bhi iske bare me pooch rahe the.”
Anushka (alert hoti hai): “Kal? Kaun pooch raha tha?”
Pooja: “Ek internal audit officer aaye the — mujhe naam yaad nahi... kuch S... Sumeet sir se milke gaye they.”
Camera thoda pause karta hai Anushka ke face par —
Shock, suspicion aur silence ek sath.
INT. BANK CORRIDOR – LUNCH HOURS
Anushka file le kar quietly walk kar rahi hoti hai.
Ek passing shot me dikhta hai — Sumeet apne desk se casually uski taraf dekhta hai, aur smile karta hai.
Anushka sirf halki si polite smile de kar aage badh jaati hai,
lekin background me ek faint suspense track bajta hai — low violin hum.
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INT. BANK RECORD ROOM – SAME AFTERNOON
Anushka record room me aati hai —
low light, paper smell, thoda dust.
Wo wahi drawer kholti hai jahan kal usne file last time dekhi thi.
Files ekdam perfect sequence me lagi hoti hain —
almost too perfect.
Ek corner me ek blue folder rakha hai, jisme note laga hai –
> “FOR AUDIT ONLY.”
Wo folder casually uthati hai, lekin andar ke pages blank hain.
Sirf ek slip likhi hai:
> “Documentation matters when trust doesn’t.”
Background me faint “tick tick” sound of clock — suspense intensifies.
Anushka ka chehra pale pad jaata hai.
Uske haath se slip gir jaati hai.
Anushka (under breath):
“Yeh kisne likha...?”
INT. BANK – EVENING
Work hours khatam ho chuke hain.
Most employees nikal gaye hain.
Anushka apni car me baithti hai — same calm expression, par andar se uneasy.
Wo ignition start karti hai,
aur windshield se dekhti hai —
building ke second floor ke window se koi uski taraf dekh raha hai.
Just a silhouette.
Shadow ke haath me ek phone blink karta hai — screen light uske chehre ko partially illuminate karti hai.
Face ab bhi unseen.
Camera zoom —
Anushka ke rearview mirror me us reflection ka sirf ek glimpse milta hai,
aur scene fade hota hai uske confused expression par.
FADE OUT –
– RADIO STATION: “Rahat On Air”
INT. RADIO STATION – EVENING
Camera open hota hai — Studio lights dim, sirf ek red bulb “ON AIR” blink kar raha hai.
Table par coffee ka half-empty mug, mic ke side ek chhoti diary, aur headphones pehne Rahat apne full flow me hai.
Uski awaaz energetic, warm aur thodi teasing —
> “Aur doston, aaj ke shaam ke mehmaan hain hum sab ke mood ke hero — khud hum log!
Kahiin ja rahe ho, kahin se aa rahe ho, bas volume thoda badha do…
Kyunki Rahat yahin hai, aur aaj mood banana mera kaam hai!”
Background me halki guitar instrumental music chal rahi hoti hai.
Rahat phone line check karti hai —
Producer: “Line 3 par ek naya caller hai, naam Nisha likha hai.”
Rahat smile karte hue:
> “Aaiye Nisha ji, bataiye — aapka mood hum kis color ka karein aaj?”
Caller (playfully):
> “Rahat, mujhe aapka show bahut pasand hai… par mujhe aapse kuch personal sawaal puchhne the, chalega?”
Rahat (thoda hass kar):
> “Yeh kya baat hui, show ka naam hi ‘Dil se Dil tak’ hai…
Bas itna yaad rakhiye, mai HR nahi hoon, toh salary increment nahi milne wala!”
Studio me sab hans padte hain.
Caller:
> “Aapko coffee pasand hai ya chai?”
Rahat:
“Coffee. Bitter but real — jaise life.”
Caller:
“Aap zyada late night person ho ya morning person?”
Rahat:
“Main to dono hoon… kyunki mere ghar wale samajhte hain main so rahi hoon, aur meri audience samajhti hai main jag rahi hoon.”
Phir halki si hansi.
Ek soft musical jingle bajta hai background me.
Caller fir bolti hai, thoda teasing tone me —
> “Aur Rahat… ek baat aur. Mere friends kehte hain ki aap… Sameer ke jaise bolti hain, Sameer ki copy karti hain.
Kya yeh sach hai?”
Silence.
Red bulb still blinking, par studio me ek second ka pin drop moment.
Rahat ke chehre pe halki si khamoshi, aankhon me kuch purani yaad chhalkti hai.
Uske producer ke haath automatic fader ki taraf badhte hain —
par Rahat apni smile wapas le aati hai.
Rahat (smiling but controlled tone):
> “Arre wah! Pehli baar koi mujhe Sameer se compare kar gaya…
Lekin agar main Sameer ki copy hoon, toh duniya ke paas ab do Sameer hain — lucky world, right?”
Caller (thoda hichkichake):
> “Nahi nahi, mera woh matlab nahi tha—”
Rahat (light laugh ke saath):
“Relax, Nisha. Sameer meri inspiration tha, hai aur rahega…
Par copy? Nah!
Main apne mic ke saath khud ka sur banati hoon — Sameer jahan bhi ho, shayad yehi usse pasand aata.”
Ek deep pause ke baad wo cheerful tone me bolti hai —
> “Aur ab ek gaana Sameer ke fans ke liye —
‘Zindagi ek safar hai suhana…’”
Music start hota hai — old retro track.
Rahat mic se thoda peeche hoti hai, smile karte hue apni coffee uthati hai,
lekin aankhon me ek chhupi si nami dikh rahi hoti hai.
INT. RADIO STATION – CONTROL ROOM (SAME TIME)
Producer, Sameer ka purana photo computer screen par dekhta hai —
Rahat aur Sameer ka ek old candid pic, dono mic ke peeche hass rahe hain.
Producer sigh karta hai —
> “Kab tak ye dil ke channel off kar paayegi…”
Camera slowly zoom out hota hai —
Red “ON AIR” light fade hoti hai, aur retro gaane ki beat me dissolve hota scene.
EXT. MUMBAI – SUBAH KA SCENE – NEXT DAY
(Camera opens on the city waking up — newspaper stalls, bus horns, chai ke dhuein ke sath thodi si halchal.)
MONTAGE STYLE OPENING:
Anushka apni car me office ke liye ready ho rahi hai — ek crisp white shirt aur navy blue pencil skirt me confident, ek hand me coffee, ek hand me laptop bag.
Rahat apne radio station ke liye nikalti hai, earphones laga kar auto ke window se baahar dekhti hui — ab bhi uske dimaag me kal raat ka Sameer yaad hai.
Arti apni kitchen me hoti hai, aaj mood thoda halka hai — saas ke taane ke baad bhi wo ek chhoti si smile ke sath breakfast bana rahi hai.
Anisha hostel ke gate se nikal kar apni college bus pakadti hai — ek haath me book, doosre me phone.
Ishani apni scooty par Food Adda ke liye nikalti hai, traffic me horn bajate hue — dimaag me kal ka case ghoom raha hai.
CUT TO:
EXT. LOCAL COURT BUILDING – 10:00 AM
Camera tilt up karta hai ek purani si building par — "Metropolitan Magistrate Court, Mumbai."
Gate ke bahar media wale khade hain, cameras ready.
Reporter (mic le kar):
“Yesterday night social media pe viral hua accident video — jisme ek well-known industrialist ke bete Vicky Mehra ki car ne ek old lady ko hit kiya... aaj pehli hearing hone wali hai.”
Ek black luxury car court ke gate par rukti hai —
Vicky Mehra sunglasses me, thoda nervous lekin egoistic expression ke sath nikalta hai. Uske sath uska manager aur vakil dono.
Camera shift hota hai doosri side —
ek auto rukta hai jisme Humera utarti hai — ek simple salwar suit me, aankhon me gussa aur determination.
Uske sath Ishani bhi hai, ek file pakde hue.
Humera (thoda slow, Ishani se):
“Kal raat abbu ro rahe the... keh rahe the case me paisa walon se kaun ladega... par main nahi darungi.”
Ishani (softly):
“Bas yahi himmat rakho, Humera. Ab hum akeli nahi hain.”
Camera Ishani ke chehre pe rukta hai — confident but heavy expression.
Uske mind me kal raat ki meeting flash hoti hai — Behen_Code members ka ek hi target: Justice for Humera’s dadi.
INT. COURT ROOM – LATER
Judge ke saamne dono parties khadi hain.
Vicky ka lawyer smooth tone me bol raha hai:
“Your Honour, it was an unfortunate accident... our client is ready for full compensation.”
Humera (interrupt karte hue):
“Your Honour, paisa se meri dadi ki saansein wapas nahi aayengi!”
Courtroom me halki si halchal hoti hai.
Ishani uska haath pakad kar calm karne ki koshish karti hai.
Vicky sirf zameen ki taraf dekhta rehta hai — guilt aur arrogance dono uske chehre pe nazar aate hain.
Judge sunta hai aur case ko next hearing ke liye rakhta hai.
EXT. COURT – BAAD ME
Media cameras flash karte hain.
Humera reporters se bachti hai, Ishani uska haath pakad kar usse car tak laati hai.
Reporter:
“Miss, kya aapko lagta hai aap ek bade business family ke khilaf jeet sakti hain?”
Ishani (thoda firm tone me):
“Jeet hamesha uski hoti hai jiska zameer saaf hota hai.”
Reporter stunned — Ishani seedha nikal jaati hai.
CUT TO PARALLEL SCENES:
? Arti’s Kitchen (Gyaan Ganga ke upar wala floor)
Arti apna bluetooth on karti hai aur Behen_Code group me bolti hai:
“Ladkiyo... case officially court me chala gaya hai. Ab hamara next step ready hona chahiye.”
Saas door se chillati hai: “Arti, gas band karna na bhooliyo!”
Sab hans padti hai speaker par.
? Anushka – Bank Office:
Ek client meeting ke beech bhi uska phone vibrate karta hai — Group Chat Notification: “Vicky Case Update”
Wo halki si smile ke sath phone lock karti hai aur confidently deal close karti hai:
“Mr. Sharma, paperwork ready hai. Let’s sign it.”
(Peeche colleagues uske professionalism ki tareef karte hain.)
? Rahat – Radio Cabin:
Apne mic ke samne baithi hai, aur Ishani ka message padhti hai:
“Case court me chala gaya.”
Wo mic ke sath lean karke softly bolti hai:
“Sometimes the fight for truth starts in silence... and ends with courage.”
Background me ek emotional song cue hota hai.
EXT. FOOD ADDA – EVENING
Ishani wapas apne restaurant par hai, apni table wipe karte hue.
Riya (uski junior waitress) puchti hai,
“Didi, sab thik hai? Aaj aap thoda serious lag rahe ho...”
Ishani muskurati hai,
“Thik ho jaayega, Riya. Thoda waqt lagta hai sach ko awaaz banne me.”
Camera zoom out karta hai —
Background me Mumbai ka sunset,
aur Ishani ke phone par ek Group Notification flash hota hai:
> ? BEHEN_CODE: “Next Mission – Vicky Mehra.”
CUT TO BLACK.
? Background score: slow build, thriller tone with heartbeat rhythm.
ANISHA’S COLLEGE SEMINAR
INT. COLLEGE AUDITORIUM – LATE MORNING
Lights dim. Stage pe ek motivational seminar chal raha hai — banner pe likha hai:
? “Women in Action: Voices of Change”
Anisha apni bench pe baithi hai — ek haath me notebook, doosre me pen, lekin aankhein stage par tikki hui hain.
Stage pe ek guest speaker bol rahi hoti hai — mid 30s, confident, calm tone me.
SPEAKER:
“Main chhoti si jagah se aayi thi... log kehte the ladkiyaan sirf adjust karti hain, change nahi laati.
Par mujhe laga — agar hum khud hi apne liye nahi ladenge, toh koi aur nahi ladega.”
Hall me taaliyan bajti hain.
Anisha ke chehre par ek soft smile, aankhon me ek alag si inspiration.
Uske dimaag me flash — Behen_Code ke first mission ka ek glimpse (wo scene jahan group ne ek ladki ko abusive relationship se nikala tha).
Uske side me baithi uski best friend Neha halki si whisper karti hai:
Neha: “Tu toh bas note bana rahi hai, ya sach me sun bhi rahi hai?”
Anisha (muskurake): “Sunn rahi hoon... kabhi kabhi kuch baatein dil me likh jaati hain.”
INT. COLLEGE AUDITORIUM – LATER (POST SEMINAR)
Crowd bahar ja raha hai. Speaker logon se mil rahi hoti hai.
Anisha hesitant hai — phir thoda courage gather karti hai aur jaakar milti hai.
Anisha: “Ma’am, mujhe aapki speech bahut achi lagi... main bhi kabhi-kabhi kuch likhti hoon, par kabhi kisi ko dikhaya nahi.”
Speaker (warmly): “Kabhi-kabhi apni awaaz chhupane se behtar hai use duniya tak pahuchana.
Tum likhti raho. Shayad kal koi aur ladki tumhare words se himmat paaye.”
Anisha ke chehre pe ek deep expression.
Vo “thank you” kehti hai aur nikal jaati hai.
EXT. COLLEGE GATE – SAME TIME
Bahar ek black car park hoti hai.
Car ke andar ek ladka — approx 23 years, neatly dressed, phone pe busy.
Uska naam Kabir (college volunteer aur event photographer).
Anisha nikalti hai aur accidentally uski car ke mirror se takra jaati hai.
Mirror fold hota hai, aur dono ke aankh milte hain — ek moment ka freeze frame.
Kabir (gentle tone): “Arre, sambhal ke! Mirror tod dogi toh mujhe bhagna padega...”
Anisha (thoda sharmake): “Sorry... thoda rush tha.”
Kabir (muskurate hue): “No worries. Tum seminar me thi na?
Main photos click kar raha tha, tum sabse serious lag rahi thi.”
Anisha awkwardly smiles,
“Main bas likh rahi thi...”
Kabir: “Next time likhne se pehle coffee bhi likh lena — mere sath.”
Anisha blush kar deti hai —
Bas itna hi moment, aur wo gate cross kar jaati hai.
Camera Kabir ke smile pe rukta hai — clearly intrigued.
CUT TO:
EVENING – ANISHA’S ROOM (AUNTY’S HOUSE)
Wo apne diary me likh rahi hoti hai:
> “Kabhi kabhi kuch log milte hain bina reason ke...
Shayad unhe humare chapter ka part banna hota hai.”
Background me ek soft indie track chalta hai.
Aunty door se aawaaz lagati hai:
“Anisha, khana thanda ho raha hai!”
Anisha diary band karti hai, ek chhoti si smile ke sath:
“Aa rahi hoon, Aunty.”
Camera diary pe zoom karta hai —
Cover pe likha hai: “#Behen_Code Journal”
aur uske neeche ek small note likha hai —
> “Next meeting: Ishani ke message ka wait.”
FADE OUT.
ANUSHKA’S OFFICE SUCCESS & SILENT TRIGGER
INT. BANK – MORNING HOURS
Camera glide karta hai through a busy branch office — counters pe customers, typing ki awaaz, forms ke piles, aur kahin se printer ka continuous sound.
Is hustle ke beech — ek corner cabin me Anushka baithi hai.
Formal shirt, neatly tied hair, confident expression.
Uske table par ek trophy rakhi hai —
✨ “Employee of the Quarter – Anushka Sharma” ✨
Colleagues taaliyan baja rahe hain, Manager Mr. Ghosh khush lag rahe hain.
Mr. Ghosh:
“Excellent performance, Anushka! You’ve doubled the client base this quarter. Keep it up.”
Anushka (modestly):
“Thank you, sir. Team ka bhi effort tha.”
Peeche se ek halki sarcastic awaaz:
“Team ka effort… ya sirf Anushka ka naam?”
Camera turn hota hai —
Wahan Sumeet, ek mid-level officer, khada hai — same department, same promotion track.
Chehre pe smile hai, lekin aankhon me wo “hidden burn” dikhta hai.
Mr. Ghosh:
“Haha, come on, Sumeet! Thoda healthy competition hona chahiye office me.”
Sab hans dete hain, lekin Sumeet ki muskaan zyada der nahi tikti.
Camera close-up: uska jaw tighten hota hai, aankhen trophy par tik jaati hain.
INT. BANK CAFETERIA – LUNCH TIME
Anushka ek corner table par lunch kar rahi hai.
Uske sath ek junior colleague Pooja hai.
Pooja: “Ma’am, aapko pata hai? Head Office aapko training workshop me bhejne wala hai — Mumbai!”
Anushka (surprised): “Sach me? That’s amazing…”
Camera pan — kuch tables door Sumeet baitha hai, phone pe quietly text kar raha hai kisi ko:
> “She’s being sent to Mumbai. Time to make things interesting.”
Screen pe uske message ka reply blink karta hai:
> “Understood. I’ll handle the file.”
(Background me soft, unsettling score chalta hai.)
INT. BRANCH RECORD ROOM – EVENING
Record room me low light hai, sirf ek tube light flicker karti hai.
Sumeet andar aata hai, ek drawer kholta hai jahan client verification files rakhin hoti hain.
Ek file nikalta hai jisme likha hai — “Client: Avant FinCorp – Handled by Anushka Sharma”
Wo file me kuch papers ke replacement karta hai — quietly.
Bas ek shot me dikhta hai — usne ek fake signature slip insert kar di.
Sumeet (murmur karta hua):
“Ab dekhte hain Employee of the Quarter ka magic kitne din tikta hai.”
Light flicker hoti hai, aur wo file close kar ke chala jaata hai.
INT. ANUSHKA’S CABIN – NEXT DAY MORNING
Anushka fresh aur confident mood me files check kar rahi hoti hai.
Tabhi Mr. Ghosh andar aate hain — unke chehre par concern hai.
Mr. Ghosh:
“Anushka… ek chhoti si problem hui hai. Avant FinCorp file me kuch discrepancy nikli hai.”
Anushka (shocked): “Discrepancy? Kaise possible hai, sir? Main personally verify kiya tha.”
Mr. Ghosh:
“Head Office ko clarification chahiye. You’ll have to explain by tomorrow.”
Anushka ka expression freeze hota hai — disbelief aur confusion ke beech.
Camera zoom out hota hai uske face pe,
Background me uski trophy table par hi rakhi hai —
Ab us trophy ke reflection me Anushka ka worried face dikh raha hota hai.
CUT TO:
Sumeet corridor me khada, coffee lete hue glass window se uske cabin ki taraf dekh raha hota hai.
Uske chehre pe ek calm, slow smile — satisfaction jaisi.
Background me ek haunting instrumental music chalta hai.
FADE OUT – END OF SCENE.
ANUSHKA’S DAY OF CONFUSION
INT. BANK – NEXT MORNING
Camera open hota hai ek dull cloudy morning pe.
Bank ke glass doors ke through Anushka andar aati hai — uske chehre par halka sa tension dikh raha hai.
Normal jaisi confident walk ab thodi slow lagti hai.
She enters her cabin, bag desk par rakhti hai.
Manager Mr. Ghosh ke words ab bhi uske dimaag me echo ho rahe hain —
> “Head Office ko clarification chahiye…”
Uske phone par ek notification blink karta hai — “Audit Department: Meeting at 4 PM.”
Anushka deep breath leti hai, aur file kholti hai —
pages flip karte hue kuch samajhne ki koshish karti hai.
Close-up: file ke ek page par signatures clearly mismatch lagte hain.
Anushka (self-talk, confused):
“Main ne to verify kiya tha… ye sign alag kaise ho gaye?”
Uska junior staff Pooja andar aata hai.
Pooja: “Ma’am, coffee le aayi hoon. Aap okay lag nahi rahi ho?”
Anushka (forcing smile): “Haan, bas thoda office ka pressure hai.”
Pooja files me jhank kar casually kehti hai,
Pooja: “Ye Avant FinCorp wali file? Kal Head Office wale bhi iske bare me pooch rahe the.”
Anushka (alert hoti hai): “Kal? Kaun pooch raha tha?”
Pooja: “Ek internal audit officer aaye the — mujhe naam yaad nahi... kuch S... Sumeet sir se milke gaye they.”
Camera thoda pause karta hai Anushka ke face par —
Shock, suspicion aur silence ek sath.
INT. BANK CORRIDOR – LUNCH HOURS
Anushka file le kar quietly walk kar rahi hoti hai.
Ek passing shot me dikhta hai — Sumeet apne desk se casually uski taraf dekhta hai, aur smile karta hai.
Anushka sirf halki si polite smile de kar aage badh jaati hai,
lekin background me ek faint suspense track bajta hai — low violin hum.
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INT. BANK RECORD ROOM – SAME AFTERNOON
Anushka record room me aati hai —
low light, paper smell, thoda dust.
Wo wahi drawer kholti hai jahan kal usne file last time dekhi thi.
Files ekdam perfect sequence me lagi hoti hain —
almost too perfect.
Ek corner me ek blue folder rakha hai, jisme note laga hai –
> “FOR AUDIT ONLY.”
Wo folder casually uthati hai, lekin andar ke pages blank hain.
Sirf ek slip likhi hai:
> “Documentation matters when trust doesn’t.”
Background me faint “tick tick” sound of clock — suspense intensifies.
Anushka ka chehra pale pad jaata hai.
Uske haath se slip gir jaati hai.
Anushka (under breath):
“Yeh kisne likha...?”
INT. BANK – EVENING
Work hours khatam ho chuke hain.
Most employees nikal gaye hain.
Anushka apni car me baithti hai — same calm expression, par andar se uneasy.
Wo ignition start karti hai,
aur windshield se dekhti hai —
building ke second floor ke window se koi uski taraf dekh raha hai.
Just a silhouette.
Shadow ke haath me ek phone blink karta hai — screen light uske chehre ko partially illuminate karti hai.
Face ab bhi unseen.
Camera zoom —
Anushka ke rearview mirror me us reflection ka sirf ek glimpse milta hai,
aur scene fade hota hai uske confused expression par.
FADE OUT –
– RADIO STATION: “Rahat On Air”
INT. RADIO STATION – EVENING
Camera open hota hai — Studio lights dim, sirf ek red bulb “ON AIR” blink kar raha hai.
Table par coffee ka half-empty mug, mic ke side ek chhoti diary, aur headphones pehne Rahat apne full flow me hai.
Uski awaaz energetic, warm aur thodi teasing —
> “Aur doston, aaj ke shaam ke mehmaan hain hum sab ke mood ke hero — khud hum log!
Kahiin ja rahe ho, kahin se aa rahe ho, bas volume thoda badha do…
Kyunki Rahat yahin hai, aur aaj mood banana mera kaam hai!”
Background me halki guitar instrumental music chal rahi hoti hai.
Rahat phone line check karti hai —
Producer: “Line 3 par ek naya caller hai, naam Nisha likha hai.”
Rahat smile karte hue:
> “Aaiye Nisha ji, bataiye — aapka mood hum kis color ka karein aaj?”
Caller (playfully):
> “Rahat, mujhe aapka show bahut pasand hai… par mujhe aapse kuch personal sawaal puchhne the, chalega?”
Rahat (thoda hass kar):
> “Yeh kya baat hui, show ka naam hi ‘Dil se Dil tak’ hai…
Bas itna yaad rakhiye, mai HR nahi hoon, toh salary increment nahi milne wala!”
Studio me sab hans padte hain.
Caller:
> “Aapko coffee pasand hai ya chai?”
Rahat:
“Coffee. Bitter but real — jaise life.”
Caller:
“Aap zyada late night person ho ya morning person?”
Rahat:
“Main to dono hoon… kyunki mere ghar wale samajhte hain main so rahi hoon, aur meri audience samajhti hai main jag rahi hoon.”
Phir halki si hansi.
Ek soft musical jingle bajta hai background me.
Caller fir bolti hai, thoda teasing tone me —
> “Aur Rahat… ek baat aur. Mere friends kehte hain ki aap… Sameer ke jaise bolti hain, Sameer ki copy karti hain.
Kya yeh sach hai?”
Silence.
Red bulb still blinking, par studio me ek second ka pin drop moment.
Rahat ke chehre pe halki si khamoshi, aankhon me kuch purani yaad chhalkti hai.
Uske producer ke haath automatic fader ki taraf badhte hain —
par Rahat apni smile wapas le aati hai.
Rahat (smiling but controlled tone):
> “Arre wah! Pehli baar koi mujhe Sameer se compare kar gaya…
Lekin agar main Sameer ki copy hoon, toh duniya ke paas ab do Sameer hain — lucky world, right?”
Caller (thoda hichkichake):
> “Nahi nahi, mera woh matlab nahi tha—”
Rahat (light laugh ke saath):
“Relax, Nisha. Sameer meri inspiration tha, hai aur rahega…
Par copy? Nah!
Main apne mic ke saath khud ka sur banati hoon — Sameer jahan bhi ho, shayad yehi usse pasand aata.”
Ek deep pause ke baad wo cheerful tone me bolti hai —
> “Aur ab ek gaana Sameer ke fans ke liye —
‘Zindagi ek safar hai suhana…’”
Music start hota hai — old retro track.
Rahat mic se thoda peeche hoti hai, smile karte hue apni coffee uthati hai,
lekin aankhon me ek chhupi si nami dikh rahi hoti hai.
INT. RADIO STATION – CONTROL ROOM (SAME TIME)
Producer, Sameer ka purana photo computer screen par dekhta hai —
Rahat aur Sameer ka ek old candid pic, dono mic ke peeche hass rahe hain.
Producer sigh karta hai —
> “Kab tak ye dil ke channel off kar paayegi…”
Camera slowly zoom out hota hai —
Red “ON AIR” light fade hoti hai, aur retro gaane ki beat me dissolve hota scene.
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