04-12-2025, 12:51 AM
Episode 16
Arti ke ghar – shaam ka waqt
Kitchen me cooker ki seeti baj rahi hai.
Mother-in-law TV ke saamne bhajan chala kar baithi hai.
Arti silently sink ke paas bartan dhoti ja rahi hai —
lekin uska mind kahi aur hai.
Uske haath me ab bhi woh court notice copy folded hai —
Ishani ne kal bheji thi, hearing ki date likhi hui.
Arti sink band karti hai,
aur apne reflection ko dekhte hue halki awaaz me bolti hai:
“Kab tak hum chup rahenge…”
Peeche se Abhishek aata hai —
uske haath me office ki file hai.
Abhishek: “Kya soch rahi ho, Arti?”
Arti ek pal ke liye muskurati hai,
par uski aankhon me guilt aur jazba dono chhup nahi paate.
Arti: “Kuch nahi... bas... kabhi kabhi lagta hai duniya ko badalne ke liye pehle khud ko samjhna padta hai.”
Abhishek confuse hota hai, par kuch nahi kehta.
Uske jaane ke baad Arti phone nikalti hai —
“Group chat – BEHEN_CODE” kholti hai,
aur likhti hai:
> “Kal hearing hai. Hum sab saath hain. Ishani ko akela mehsoos nahi hone dena.”
---
Scene 2: Rahat – Radio Station (Late Evening Broadcast)
Mic ke saamne sitting posture perfect.
Headphones pehne hue, voice soft aur deep.
Show ka title – “Dil Ki Baat – with Rahat.”
Rahat (on air):
“Zindagi me kabhi kabhi sach bolne ke liye court nahi, himmat chahiye hoti hai.
Aur agar koi ladki sach ke liye lad rahi hai… to samaj uska saath de, ya na de — uska dil use kabhi akela nahi chhodta.”
Producer cabin me se thumbs-up karta hai.
Rahat ek chhoti si smile karti hai,
par andar se wo apne father ke kal ke words yaad karti hai —
“Yeh sab kaam ladkiyon ke nahi hote.”
Wo aankh band karti hai, mic off kar deti hai…
aur dheere se whisper karti hai:
“Toh phir hum yeh badal denge, Abba.”
---
Scene 3: Anushka – Bank ke bahar (Night)
Branch band ho chuki hai.
Anushka apne cabin ke glass ke bahar khadi hai.
Hath me ek chhoti si diary hai —
uske father ki purani banking diary.
Us diary me likha hai:
> “Imandari har daur me mehngi padti hai,
lekin apne bachon ko sasta mat banne dena.”
Anushka diary close karti hai,
aur phone nikal kar Ishani ko text bhejti hai:
> “Kal court me main bhi rahungi. Mujhe farq nahi padta kisne kya kaha.”
Phir ek deep breath leti hai,
aur khud se kehti hai:
“Papa… ab main kisi ke samne nahi jhukun gi.”
---
Scene 4: Anisha – College Campus (Next Morning)
College ke garden area me sitting spot.
Halka sunlight, birds ke awaaz.
Kabir waha se guzar raha hota hai —
wo Anisha ko dekh kar rukta hai.
Kabir
Hey, tumne wo case ke bare me suna....
Ek awkward silence ke baad —
Anisha: “Kabir… tum seriously believe karte ho na us case me?”
Kabir: “Main believe karta hoon un logon me jo sach ke liye khade hote hain.”
Wo line Anisha ke dil me kahin baith jaati hai.
Uska chehra thoda blush karta hai,
aur camera dheere-dheere zoom out karta hai —
background me Ishani ka voice-over aata hai (symbolic):
> “Har ladki ke andar ek awaaz hoti hai…
Bas kabhi kabhi use jagne me thoda waqt lagta hai.”
Scene — COURTROOM HEARING DAY
INT. DISTRICT COURT – LATE MORNING
Courtroom ka environment puri tarah charged hai.
Peeche rows me log baithe hain — kuch local media reporters, kuch students, kuch general public.
Front bench par Humera bethi hai, uske bagal me Ishani, aur peeche wali bench par Rahat, Anushka, aur Anisha — sab ek line me, silent, alert.
Sab ke chehre par same expression — nervousness aur determination ka mixture.
Vicky Mehra bhi waha hai —
neat suit, dark glasses, confident smile.
Uske saath ek reputed lawyer aur manager baithe hain.
Judge: (files palat te hue)
“Case Number 218 — State vs. Vicky Mehra.
Charges – rash and negligent driving resulting in injury.”
Court me halki si fufusahat.
Judge aankh utha kar dono sides ko dekhta hai.
---
Lawyer (Humera’s side – Mrs. Kaul):
“Your Honour, 7th October ko accused ne high speed me gaadi chalate hue ek elderly woman ko hit kiya tha.
Eyewitness aur CCTV footage dono humare paas hain. Victim — Mrs. Fatima Begum — abhi hospital me treatment le rahi hain.”
Judge: “Hmm. Evidence file laya gaya hai?”
Nandita ek pendrive aur printouts file me attach karti hai.
Vicky ke lawyer turant objection lagata hai —
Defence Lawyer:
“Your Honour, yeh CCTV footage incomplete hai. Time stamp missing hai, aur mere client ne turant hospital pahuch kar madad bhi ki thi. Yeh rash driving nahi, unfortunate accident tha.”
---
Humera (nervously, halki awaaz me):
“Woh madad nahi thi, sirf photo khichwane aaya tha…”
Judge gavel maar kar order deta hai:
“Silence in the court.”
Vicky relax posture me chair pe peeche jhukta hai, confident smirk ke saath Ishani ki taraf dekhta hai —
jise dekh kar Ishani ke andar gussa ubharta hai, lekin wo apne expression pe control karti hai.
---
Judge:
“Court next hearing me medical report aur traffic department verification maangta hai.
Tab tak yeh matter sub judice rehega.
Next date – 27th October.”
Judge note likhta hai, aur file band kar deta hai.
Gavel ke sound ke sath scene me ek emotional silence chha jaata hai.
---
EXT. COURT COMPOUND – FEW MINUTES LATER
Sab log court se nikal rahe hain.
Humera ki aankhon me frustration hai.
Humera: “Phir se delay… kab tak chalega yeh?”
Ishani: (softly) “Har case ek din me nahi jeeta jaata, Humera.
Lekin hum har din thoda aur mazboot hote ja rahe hain.”
Anushka: “Agle hearing tak hum aur proof dhoondhenge.”
Rahat (Bluetooth pe, station se connected):
“Main kal traffic control se audio log mangwa lungi.”
Anisha: “Aur main us area ke guard se baat karungi, shayad koi aur witness ho.”
Sab ek second ke liye ek dusre ki aankhon me dekhte hain —
ek silent promise jaisa.
Camera dheere se upar lift hota hai —
court ke upar flyover aur traffic ke noise ke beech Ishani ka voice-over:
> “Justice tabhi milta hai jab dar aur thakan dono ke baad bhi himmat bachti hai…
aur hum us himmat ka naam hain — BEHEN_CODE.”
Scene — GROUP CALL MONTAGE (EVENING)
INT. VARIOUS LOCATIONS — SAME TIME
? Sound: WhatsApp group call connecting…
? Participants: Arti, Rahat, Ishani, Anushka, Anisha.
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Arti’s Bedroom —
Wo bed ke paas bethi hai, neatly folded saree stack kar rahi hai.
Ek halki muskurahat uske chehre par hai, lekin aankhon me tension bhi.
Arti:
“Case ka mood serious lag raha tha aaj… judge ka tone sunke lagta hai humko aur strong evidence chahiye.”
---
Rahat’s Room —
Rahat apna dupatta utar kar chair pe phenkti hai, thoda thaki si hai lekin energy barkarar.
Table par chai ka cup, laptop khula hua — ek side me mic rakha hai.
Rahat:
“Main kal hi ek contact se baat karungi… traffic control log hamare case me help kar sakte hain.
Waise bhi, ye Vicky Mehra naam ke log samajhte hain paisa sab kuch hai.”
Sab ke phones pe ek chhoti si hmm reaction hoti hai.
---
Ishani – Restaurant ke Corner Table par
Lights dim hain. Closing hour chal raha hai.
Wo apron utar ke chair pe girti hai, aur phone ko ear pe rakhti hai.
Ishani:
“Humera thodi down hai, but main uske sath hoon.
Us ladki ke andar jo himmat hai na… woh hi hamari real jeet hai.”
Background me waiter bartan saaf kar rahe hain, Ishani ke tone me ek quiet strength hai.
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Anushka – Bank ke Back Office me
Files ka ek pile rakha hai, lights soft hain.
Anushka apne specs thoda adjust karti hai.
Anushka:
“Mujhe lagta hai ab hume media me bhi ek small piece dalwana chahiye… ek neutral report.
Logo ko pata chale ki ye case ignore nahi hoga.”
Rahat turant agree karti hai —
“Tu wahi smart move hai jisse in logon ka PR game fail hoga.”
---
Anisha – Hostel ke Terrace pe
Night breeze chal rahi hai, chhat ke edge pe wo phone pakad ke bethi hai.
Background me city lights.
Anisha (softly):
“Main kabhi kabhi sochti hoon… hum itna kuch kar rahe hain, par log fir bhi chup rehte hain.
Kya hum sach me kuch badal paayenge?”
Kuch seconds ka silence.
Phir Ishani ki calm, determined awaaz aati hai —
Ishani:
“Badlav ek din me nahi aata, Anisha.
Lekin jab koi ladki himmat karke awaaz uthati hai… ussi din system hilta hai.”
---
Cut To – Montage
?
Arti saree fold karke almari band karti hai.
Rahat chai ka cup uthati hai aur window se raat ka sky dekhti hai.
Ishani restaurant ki lights band karti hai, door lock karte hue ek deep breath leti hai.
Anushka apni desk pe file band karti hai aur ek confident smile ke sath phone rakhti hai.
Anisha terrace se sky ke taraf dekhti hai, phone apne dil ke paas le jaati hai.
Sab ki screen par ek hi moment me group call disconnect hoti hai —
? “Call Ended.”
Background me Ishani ka voice-over —
> “Kabhi kabhi hum alag rasto me hote hain,
par dil ek mission me bandhe hote hain…
hum un behno ka code hain — BEHEN_CODE.”
INT. BANK – EVENING – DIM LIGHTS
Clock 7:45 PM. Bank ke cabin me sirf ek tube light chal rahi hai.
Files ka ek chhota sa pile, aur Anushka apne system ke samne baithi hai — last transaction close karte hue.
Office me sab log ja chuke hain. Sirf peon corner me cleaning kar raha hai.
Computer screen par INBOX (1 new mail) blink karta hai.
Subject: “For your eyes only.”
Anushka thoda curious hoti hai. Mail sender unknown hota hai — koi ****mail se
She hesitates… phir click karti hai.
Mail khulta hai —
> “Kuch files aapke papa ke naam se linked thi. Mujhe laga aapko pata hona chahiye.
Don’t trust everyone around you.”
Neeche ek ZIP attachment hota hai — “Legacy_Data.zip”.
Anushka’s eyes narrow. She doesn’t open it immediately.
Anushka (soch me):
“Papa ke naam se files?… but papa ka data toh system se years pehle delete ho gaya tha…”
Wo apne chair se peeche jhukti hai, ek deep breath leti hai.
Screen ki light uske chehre par pad rahi hoti hai — ek mix of confusion aur uneasiness.
Phir wo ZIP file par mouse le jaati hai…
Par usi waqt —
Pop-up: “System shutting down for maintenance.”
Anushka ek second ke liye freeze ho jaati hai.
She whispers —
“Yeh kya tha…”
Camera zooms in on the black screen — uske reflection me Anushka ka face…
thoda bechain, thoda thoughtful.
Background me sirf clock ki tick-tick sunai deti hai.
INT. ARTI KA GHAR – SUBAH KA WAQT
Camera ek cozy Indian household ke morning chaos par glide karta hai. Kitchen me chai ki khushboo, background me TV par morning news, aur Arti ek cotton saree me kitchen ke kaam nipta rahi hoti hai.
Saas (offscreen, thoda loud tone me):
Arti! Chai abhi tak nahi bani? Subah ke chhe baj gaye, ghar me sab ka schedule bigad diya hai tumne!
Arti thoda hichkicha kar smile deti hai, “aa rahi hoon Maa ji” kehte hue garam chai ka cup tray me rakhti hai.
Dining table par Abhishek (Arti ka husband) newspaper padh raha hota hai. Anurag (Arti ka devar) mobile scroll karte hue Arti ko dekh kar muskurata hai.
Abhishek:
Good morning, Mrs. Librarian. Aaj bhi Gyaan Ganga me poora din?
Arti (teasing tone me):
Haan, Gyaan Ganga meri library hai… mujhe waha chain milta hai, shor nahi.
Anurag (masti bhare tone me):
Chain milta hai ya koi special reader mil gaya hai library me?
Arti eyebrow raise karti hai, lekin smile chhupa nahi paati.
Abhishek paper fold karke uthta hai, Arti ke paas aakar uske galle ke paas halki si kiss karta hai.
Abhishek (pyar se):
Main office chalta hoon. Khayal rakhna, aur please breakfast time pe kar lena.
Arti thoda sharma ke, “hmm” bol kar uska tie theek karti hai.
Saas tabhi table par aati hai, unke chehre par usual nakhshat hain.
Saas:
Abhishek, tumhara dhyaan ab kaam se zyada patni par rehta hai. Pata nahi aaj kal ki ladkiyan pati ko kis tarah se lapet leti hain.
Arti ek pal ke liye sir jhuka leti hai. Anurag yeh sab dekhta hai aur thoda serious ho jaata hai.
Anurag:
Maa, Arti bhabhi sab ke liye subah se lagi hai… thoda appreciate bhi kar lijiye.
Saas (taunt karte hue):
Haan haan, tujhe to hamesha bhabhi hi sahi lagti hai.
Abhishek awkwardly smile kar ke apna bag uthata hai aur nikal jaata hai.
Arti thoda chup rehti hai, phir table saaf karne lagti hai.
Anurag (light tone me, Arti ke paas aake):
Bhabhi, aaj blue saree pehniyega library ke liye… wo aap par perfect lagti hai.
Arti muskurati hai — thoda narazgi, thoda pyaar.
Phir apne hath dho kar apne room me chali jaati hai, wardrobe kholti hai aur saree ke stack me us blue saree par nazar jaake tik jaati hai.
Ek halki si smile uske chehre par — camera us moment ko slow zoom me capture karta hai.
CUT TO BLACK.
INT. ARTI KA BEDROOM – SUBAH
Sunlight halke se curtain ke gap se andar aa rahi hoti hai. Arti apni almirah ke saamne khadi hai, bal halka sa khula hua, haath me ek neatly folded saree.
Wo saree ko unfold karti hai — soft blue silk, ek purani par yaadon se bhari hui.
Uske chehre par halki si muskaan aati hai.
Arti apni saree collection ek ek karke nikalne lagti hai, kapdon ke beech apni ungliyaan chalate hue, jaise har ek saree ek kahani suna rahi ho.
Tabhi uske haath me wo saree aati hai — wohi saree jo usne library wale din pehni thi.
Uski aankhon ke samne ek pal me flashback jhalak deta hai —
GYAAN GANGA LIBRARY, hawa ka jhonka, pallu slip hota hua, uske hair slow motion me udte hue…
aur fir wo ladka, library ke ek kone se use us nazar se dekh raha tha —
ek nazar jisme sharm bhi thi, jazbaat bhi, aur kuch ajnabi si curiosity bhi.
Arti ka dil ek pal ke liye tez dhadakne lagta hai.
Wo saree pakde hue hi aankhein band kar leti hai, jaise us nazar ko dimaag se mitane ki koshish kar rahi ho.
ARti (dheere se, apne aap se):
“Kya ho raha hai mujhe… kyun uska chehra bar-bar yaad aa raha hai…”
Wo saree wapas fold karti hai, almirah me rakh deti hai —
lekin uske haath ka tremble aur aankhon ka halka sa confusion chhup nahi paata.
Camera uske reflection par zoom karta hai — mirror me wo khud ko dekhti hai, ek halki si bechaini aur curiosity dono ek saath.
Phir ek deep breath le kar wo almirah band karti hai.
CUT TO:
BATHROOM DOOR – Arti towel le kar andar jaati hai.
Shower on hota hai, paani ki boonden girti hain,
aur uske saath saath uske dimaag me fir se wahi tasveer ubhar aati hai —
wo ladka, library ka kona, aur wo pal…
Arti aankhen band kar leti hai —
paani ke beech se ek halki si unsaid si halchal mehsoos hoti hai,
jaise wo khud se lad rahi ho —
“Bas Arti, concentrate… bas ek sapna tha, aur kuch nahi.”
Camera slow motion me uske chehre par tik jaata hai —
confusion, guilt, aur ek naya ehsaas saath me bheeg rahe hote hain.
INT. ANUSHKA KA GHAR – SUBAH
Camera khulता hai ek calm, modern dining space par. Table par neatly rakha breakfast — toast, omelette aur ek cup garam coffee.
Anushka simple formal attire me hai — light beige shirt aur black trousers, baal loosely bandhe hue.
Wo breakfast kar rahi hoti hai, lekin dil kahin aur hai.
Uski aankhein mobile screen par tikki hain — kal raat ka wo mysterious mail ab bhi uske inbox me hai.
Subject line – “You don’t deserve this success, Anushka.”
Wo thumb se screen scroll karti hai, aankhon me ek confused aur alert expression.
Anushka (soch me, apne aap se dheere):
“IT department ne bola glitch hai... par mail delete karne ke baad bhi draft folder me kyu dikh raha hai...”
Ek pal ke liye uska chehra serious ho jaata hai, fir wo sigh leti hai aur apne cup se coffee sip karti hai.
Tabhi kitchen se maa ki awaaz aati hai —
MAA (offscreen):
“Anu beta, late ho jaayegi bank! Aaj meeting bhi toh hai na?”
Anushka jhat se apni files close karti hai, phone table par rakhti hai.
ANUSHKA (normal tone me, mask lagate hue muskaan):
“Haan maa, bas nikalti hoon... coffee thodi zyada kadvi hai aaj.”
MAA (smiling, background se):
“Kadvi coffee, meethi zindagi... bas itna yaad rakhna!”
Anushka muskura deti hai, lekin uske chehre ke andar wo ek layer of unease ab bhi chhupi hoti hai.
Wo table se uthti hai, handbag uthati hai, car keys ghumati hai — ek confident banker ke roop me.
CUT TO:
EXT. ANUSHKA KA HOUSE – DRIVEWAY – SUBAH
Camera car ke bonnet ke reflection me uska chehra dikhata hai.
Wo apni silver sedan me baithti hai, engine start karti hai, par ek pal ke liye ruk jaati hai.
Rearview mirror me apni aankhon me dekhti hai —
jaise khud se keh rahi ho:
“Jo bhi hai... main handle kar lungi.”
Music bed ke saath car slow motion me nikalti hai.
Camera zoom out karta hai —
Morning light ke beech car road par merge ho jaati hai,
aur background me ek subtle tension-filled track bajta hai,
jo is baat ka ishara deta hai —
ye mail kahani ki ek nayi beginning thi, sirf ek glitch nahi.
FADE OUT.
Arti ke ghar – shaam ka waqt
Kitchen me cooker ki seeti baj rahi hai.
Mother-in-law TV ke saamne bhajan chala kar baithi hai.
Arti silently sink ke paas bartan dhoti ja rahi hai —
lekin uska mind kahi aur hai.
Uske haath me ab bhi woh court notice copy folded hai —
Ishani ne kal bheji thi, hearing ki date likhi hui.
Arti sink band karti hai,
aur apne reflection ko dekhte hue halki awaaz me bolti hai:
“Kab tak hum chup rahenge…”
Peeche se Abhishek aata hai —
uske haath me office ki file hai.
Abhishek: “Kya soch rahi ho, Arti?”
Arti ek pal ke liye muskurati hai,
par uski aankhon me guilt aur jazba dono chhup nahi paate.
Arti: “Kuch nahi... bas... kabhi kabhi lagta hai duniya ko badalne ke liye pehle khud ko samjhna padta hai.”
Abhishek confuse hota hai, par kuch nahi kehta.
Uske jaane ke baad Arti phone nikalti hai —
“Group chat – BEHEN_CODE” kholti hai,
aur likhti hai:
> “Kal hearing hai. Hum sab saath hain. Ishani ko akela mehsoos nahi hone dena.”
---
Scene 2: Rahat – Radio Station (Late Evening Broadcast)
Mic ke saamne sitting posture perfect.
Headphones pehne hue, voice soft aur deep.
Show ka title – “Dil Ki Baat – with Rahat.”
Rahat (on air):
“Zindagi me kabhi kabhi sach bolne ke liye court nahi, himmat chahiye hoti hai.
Aur agar koi ladki sach ke liye lad rahi hai… to samaj uska saath de, ya na de — uska dil use kabhi akela nahi chhodta.”
Producer cabin me se thumbs-up karta hai.
Rahat ek chhoti si smile karti hai,
par andar se wo apne father ke kal ke words yaad karti hai —
“Yeh sab kaam ladkiyon ke nahi hote.”
Wo aankh band karti hai, mic off kar deti hai…
aur dheere se whisper karti hai:
“Toh phir hum yeh badal denge, Abba.”
---
Scene 3: Anushka – Bank ke bahar (Night)
Branch band ho chuki hai.
Anushka apne cabin ke glass ke bahar khadi hai.
Hath me ek chhoti si diary hai —
uske father ki purani banking diary.
Us diary me likha hai:
> “Imandari har daur me mehngi padti hai,
lekin apne bachon ko sasta mat banne dena.”
Anushka diary close karti hai,
aur phone nikal kar Ishani ko text bhejti hai:
> “Kal court me main bhi rahungi. Mujhe farq nahi padta kisne kya kaha.”
Phir ek deep breath leti hai,
aur khud se kehti hai:
“Papa… ab main kisi ke samne nahi jhukun gi.”
---
Scene 4: Anisha – College Campus (Next Morning)
College ke garden area me sitting spot.
Halka sunlight, birds ke awaaz.
Kabir waha se guzar raha hota hai —
wo Anisha ko dekh kar rukta hai.
Kabir
Hey, tumne wo case ke bare me suna....
Ek awkward silence ke baad —
Anisha: “Kabir… tum seriously believe karte ho na us case me?”
Kabir: “Main believe karta hoon un logon me jo sach ke liye khade hote hain.”
Wo line Anisha ke dil me kahin baith jaati hai.
Uska chehra thoda blush karta hai,
aur camera dheere-dheere zoom out karta hai —
background me Ishani ka voice-over aata hai (symbolic):
> “Har ladki ke andar ek awaaz hoti hai…
Bas kabhi kabhi use jagne me thoda waqt lagta hai.”
Scene — COURTROOM HEARING DAY
INT. DISTRICT COURT – LATE MORNING
Courtroom ka environment puri tarah charged hai.
Peeche rows me log baithe hain — kuch local media reporters, kuch students, kuch general public.
Front bench par Humera bethi hai, uske bagal me Ishani, aur peeche wali bench par Rahat, Anushka, aur Anisha — sab ek line me, silent, alert.
Sab ke chehre par same expression — nervousness aur determination ka mixture.
Vicky Mehra bhi waha hai —
neat suit, dark glasses, confident smile.
Uske saath ek reputed lawyer aur manager baithe hain.
Judge: (files palat te hue)
“Case Number 218 — State vs. Vicky Mehra.
Charges – rash and negligent driving resulting in injury.”
Court me halki si fufusahat.
Judge aankh utha kar dono sides ko dekhta hai.
---
Lawyer (Humera’s side – Mrs. Kaul):
“Your Honour, 7th October ko accused ne high speed me gaadi chalate hue ek elderly woman ko hit kiya tha.
Eyewitness aur CCTV footage dono humare paas hain. Victim — Mrs. Fatima Begum — abhi hospital me treatment le rahi hain.”
Judge: “Hmm. Evidence file laya gaya hai?”
Nandita ek pendrive aur printouts file me attach karti hai.
Vicky ke lawyer turant objection lagata hai —
Defence Lawyer:
“Your Honour, yeh CCTV footage incomplete hai. Time stamp missing hai, aur mere client ne turant hospital pahuch kar madad bhi ki thi. Yeh rash driving nahi, unfortunate accident tha.”
---
Humera (nervously, halki awaaz me):
“Woh madad nahi thi, sirf photo khichwane aaya tha…”
Judge gavel maar kar order deta hai:
“Silence in the court.”
Vicky relax posture me chair pe peeche jhukta hai, confident smirk ke saath Ishani ki taraf dekhta hai —
jise dekh kar Ishani ke andar gussa ubharta hai, lekin wo apne expression pe control karti hai.
---
Judge:
“Court next hearing me medical report aur traffic department verification maangta hai.
Tab tak yeh matter sub judice rehega.
Next date – 27th October.”
Judge note likhta hai, aur file band kar deta hai.
Gavel ke sound ke sath scene me ek emotional silence chha jaata hai.
---
EXT. COURT COMPOUND – FEW MINUTES LATER
Sab log court se nikal rahe hain.
Humera ki aankhon me frustration hai.
Humera: “Phir se delay… kab tak chalega yeh?”
Ishani: (softly) “Har case ek din me nahi jeeta jaata, Humera.
Lekin hum har din thoda aur mazboot hote ja rahe hain.”
Anushka: “Agle hearing tak hum aur proof dhoondhenge.”
Rahat (Bluetooth pe, station se connected):
“Main kal traffic control se audio log mangwa lungi.”
Anisha: “Aur main us area ke guard se baat karungi, shayad koi aur witness ho.”
Sab ek second ke liye ek dusre ki aankhon me dekhte hain —
ek silent promise jaisa.
Camera dheere se upar lift hota hai —
court ke upar flyover aur traffic ke noise ke beech Ishani ka voice-over:
> “Justice tabhi milta hai jab dar aur thakan dono ke baad bhi himmat bachti hai…
aur hum us himmat ka naam hain — BEHEN_CODE.”
Scene — GROUP CALL MONTAGE (EVENING)
INT. VARIOUS LOCATIONS — SAME TIME
? Sound: WhatsApp group call connecting…
? Participants: Arti, Rahat, Ishani, Anushka, Anisha.
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Arti’s Bedroom —
Wo bed ke paas bethi hai, neatly folded saree stack kar rahi hai.
Ek halki muskurahat uske chehre par hai, lekin aankhon me tension bhi.
Arti:
“Case ka mood serious lag raha tha aaj… judge ka tone sunke lagta hai humko aur strong evidence chahiye.”
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Rahat’s Room —
Rahat apna dupatta utar kar chair pe phenkti hai, thoda thaki si hai lekin energy barkarar.
Table par chai ka cup, laptop khula hua — ek side me mic rakha hai.
Rahat:
“Main kal hi ek contact se baat karungi… traffic control log hamare case me help kar sakte hain.
Waise bhi, ye Vicky Mehra naam ke log samajhte hain paisa sab kuch hai.”
Sab ke phones pe ek chhoti si hmm reaction hoti hai.
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Ishani – Restaurant ke Corner Table par
Lights dim hain. Closing hour chal raha hai.
Wo apron utar ke chair pe girti hai, aur phone ko ear pe rakhti hai.
Ishani:
“Humera thodi down hai, but main uske sath hoon.
Us ladki ke andar jo himmat hai na… woh hi hamari real jeet hai.”
Background me waiter bartan saaf kar rahe hain, Ishani ke tone me ek quiet strength hai.
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Anushka – Bank ke Back Office me
Files ka ek pile rakha hai, lights soft hain.
Anushka apne specs thoda adjust karti hai.
Anushka:
“Mujhe lagta hai ab hume media me bhi ek small piece dalwana chahiye… ek neutral report.
Logo ko pata chale ki ye case ignore nahi hoga.”
Rahat turant agree karti hai —
“Tu wahi smart move hai jisse in logon ka PR game fail hoga.”
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Anisha – Hostel ke Terrace pe
Night breeze chal rahi hai, chhat ke edge pe wo phone pakad ke bethi hai.
Background me city lights.
Anisha (softly):
“Main kabhi kabhi sochti hoon… hum itna kuch kar rahe hain, par log fir bhi chup rehte hain.
Kya hum sach me kuch badal paayenge?”
Kuch seconds ka silence.
Phir Ishani ki calm, determined awaaz aati hai —
Ishani:
“Badlav ek din me nahi aata, Anisha.
Lekin jab koi ladki himmat karke awaaz uthati hai… ussi din system hilta hai.”
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Cut To – Montage
?
Arti saree fold karke almari band karti hai.
Rahat chai ka cup uthati hai aur window se raat ka sky dekhti hai.
Ishani restaurant ki lights band karti hai, door lock karte hue ek deep breath leti hai.
Anushka apni desk pe file band karti hai aur ek confident smile ke sath phone rakhti hai.
Anisha terrace se sky ke taraf dekhti hai, phone apne dil ke paas le jaati hai.
Sab ki screen par ek hi moment me group call disconnect hoti hai —
? “Call Ended.”
Background me Ishani ka voice-over —
> “Kabhi kabhi hum alag rasto me hote hain,
par dil ek mission me bandhe hote hain…
hum un behno ka code hain — BEHEN_CODE.”
INT. BANK – EVENING – DIM LIGHTS
Clock 7:45 PM. Bank ke cabin me sirf ek tube light chal rahi hai.
Files ka ek chhota sa pile, aur Anushka apne system ke samne baithi hai — last transaction close karte hue.
Office me sab log ja chuke hain. Sirf peon corner me cleaning kar raha hai.
Computer screen par INBOX (1 new mail) blink karta hai.
Subject: “For your eyes only.”
Anushka thoda curious hoti hai. Mail sender unknown hota hai — koi ****mail se
She hesitates… phir click karti hai.
Mail khulta hai —
> “Kuch files aapke papa ke naam se linked thi. Mujhe laga aapko pata hona chahiye.
Don’t trust everyone around you.”
Neeche ek ZIP attachment hota hai — “Legacy_Data.zip”.
Anushka’s eyes narrow. She doesn’t open it immediately.
Anushka (soch me):
“Papa ke naam se files?… but papa ka data toh system se years pehle delete ho gaya tha…”
Wo apne chair se peeche jhukti hai, ek deep breath leti hai.
Screen ki light uske chehre par pad rahi hoti hai — ek mix of confusion aur uneasiness.
Phir wo ZIP file par mouse le jaati hai…
Par usi waqt —
Pop-up: “System shutting down for maintenance.”
Anushka ek second ke liye freeze ho jaati hai.
She whispers —
“Yeh kya tha…”
Camera zooms in on the black screen — uske reflection me Anushka ka face…
thoda bechain, thoda thoughtful.
Background me sirf clock ki tick-tick sunai deti hai.
INT. ARTI KA GHAR – SUBAH KA WAQT
Camera ek cozy Indian household ke morning chaos par glide karta hai. Kitchen me chai ki khushboo, background me TV par morning news, aur Arti ek cotton saree me kitchen ke kaam nipta rahi hoti hai.
Saas (offscreen, thoda loud tone me):
Arti! Chai abhi tak nahi bani? Subah ke chhe baj gaye, ghar me sab ka schedule bigad diya hai tumne!
Arti thoda hichkicha kar smile deti hai, “aa rahi hoon Maa ji” kehte hue garam chai ka cup tray me rakhti hai.
Dining table par Abhishek (Arti ka husband) newspaper padh raha hota hai. Anurag (Arti ka devar) mobile scroll karte hue Arti ko dekh kar muskurata hai.
Abhishek:
Good morning, Mrs. Librarian. Aaj bhi Gyaan Ganga me poora din?
Arti (teasing tone me):
Haan, Gyaan Ganga meri library hai… mujhe waha chain milta hai, shor nahi.
Anurag (masti bhare tone me):
Chain milta hai ya koi special reader mil gaya hai library me?
Arti eyebrow raise karti hai, lekin smile chhupa nahi paati.
Abhishek paper fold karke uthta hai, Arti ke paas aakar uske galle ke paas halki si kiss karta hai.
Abhishek (pyar se):
Main office chalta hoon. Khayal rakhna, aur please breakfast time pe kar lena.
Arti thoda sharma ke, “hmm” bol kar uska tie theek karti hai.
Saas tabhi table par aati hai, unke chehre par usual nakhshat hain.
Saas:
Abhishek, tumhara dhyaan ab kaam se zyada patni par rehta hai. Pata nahi aaj kal ki ladkiyan pati ko kis tarah se lapet leti hain.
Arti ek pal ke liye sir jhuka leti hai. Anurag yeh sab dekhta hai aur thoda serious ho jaata hai.
Anurag:
Maa, Arti bhabhi sab ke liye subah se lagi hai… thoda appreciate bhi kar lijiye.
Saas (taunt karte hue):
Haan haan, tujhe to hamesha bhabhi hi sahi lagti hai.
Abhishek awkwardly smile kar ke apna bag uthata hai aur nikal jaata hai.
Arti thoda chup rehti hai, phir table saaf karne lagti hai.
Anurag (light tone me, Arti ke paas aake):
Bhabhi, aaj blue saree pehniyega library ke liye… wo aap par perfect lagti hai.
Arti muskurati hai — thoda narazgi, thoda pyaar.
Phir apne hath dho kar apne room me chali jaati hai, wardrobe kholti hai aur saree ke stack me us blue saree par nazar jaake tik jaati hai.
Ek halki si smile uske chehre par — camera us moment ko slow zoom me capture karta hai.
CUT TO BLACK.
INT. ARTI KA BEDROOM – SUBAH
Sunlight halke se curtain ke gap se andar aa rahi hoti hai. Arti apni almirah ke saamne khadi hai, bal halka sa khula hua, haath me ek neatly folded saree.
Wo saree ko unfold karti hai — soft blue silk, ek purani par yaadon se bhari hui.
Uske chehre par halki si muskaan aati hai.
Arti apni saree collection ek ek karke nikalne lagti hai, kapdon ke beech apni ungliyaan chalate hue, jaise har ek saree ek kahani suna rahi ho.
Tabhi uske haath me wo saree aati hai — wohi saree jo usne library wale din pehni thi.
Uski aankhon ke samne ek pal me flashback jhalak deta hai —
GYAAN GANGA LIBRARY, hawa ka jhonka, pallu slip hota hua, uske hair slow motion me udte hue…
aur fir wo ladka, library ke ek kone se use us nazar se dekh raha tha —
ek nazar jisme sharm bhi thi, jazbaat bhi, aur kuch ajnabi si curiosity bhi.
Arti ka dil ek pal ke liye tez dhadakne lagta hai.
Wo saree pakde hue hi aankhein band kar leti hai, jaise us nazar ko dimaag se mitane ki koshish kar rahi ho.
ARti (dheere se, apne aap se):
“Kya ho raha hai mujhe… kyun uska chehra bar-bar yaad aa raha hai…”
Wo saree wapas fold karti hai, almirah me rakh deti hai —
lekin uske haath ka tremble aur aankhon ka halka sa confusion chhup nahi paata.
Camera uske reflection par zoom karta hai — mirror me wo khud ko dekhti hai, ek halki si bechaini aur curiosity dono ek saath.
Phir ek deep breath le kar wo almirah band karti hai.
CUT TO:
BATHROOM DOOR – Arti towel le kar andar jaati hai.
Shower on hota hai, paani ki boonden girti hain,
aur uske saath saath uske dimaag me fir se wahi tasveer ubhar aati hai —
wo ladka, library ka kona, aur wo pal…
Arti aankhen band kar leti hai —
paani ke beech se ek halki si unsaid si halchal mehsoos hoti hai,
jaise wo khud se lad rahi ho —
“Bas Arti, concentrate… bas ek sapna tha, aur kuch nahi.”
Camera slow motion me uske chehre par tik jaata hai —
confusion, guilt, aur ek naya ehsaas saath me bheeg rahe hote hain.
INT. ANUSHKA KA GHAR – SUBAH
Camera khulता hai ek calm, modern dining space par. Table par neatly rakha breakfast — toast, omelette aur ek cup garam coffee.
Anushka simple formal attire me hai — light beige shirt aur black trousers, baal loosely bandhe hue.
Wo breakfast kar rahi hoti hai, lekin dil kahin aur hai.
Uski aankhein mobile screen par tikki hain — kal raat ka wo mysterious mail ab bhi uske inbox me hai.
Subject line – “You don’t deserve this success, Anushka.”
Wo thumb se screen scroll karti hai, aankhon me ek confused aur alert expression.
Anushka (soch me, apne aap se dheere):
“IT department ne bola glitch hai... par mail delete karne ke baad bhi draft folder me kyu dikh raha hai...”
Ek pal ke liye uska chehra serious ho jaata hai, fir wo sigh leti hai aur apne cup se coffee sip karti hai.
Tabhi kitchen se maa ki awaaz aati hai —
MAA (offscreen):
“Anu beta, late ho jaayegi bank! Aaj meeting bhi toh hai na?”
Anushka jhat se apni files close karti hai, phone table par rakhti hai.
ANUSHKA (normal tone me, mask lagate hue muskaan):
“Haan maa, bas nikalti hoon... coffee thodi zyada kadvi hai aaj.”
MAA (smiling, background se):
“Kadvi coffee, meethi zindagi... bas itna yaad rakhna!”
Anushka muskura deti hai, lekin uske chehre ke andar wo ek layer of unease ab bhi chhupi hoti hai.
Wo table se uthti hai, handbag uthati hai, car keys ghumati hai — ek confident banker ke roop me.
CUT TO:
EXT. ANUSHKA KA HOUSE – DRIVEWAY – SUBAH
Camera car ke bonnet ke reflection me uska chehra dikhata hai.
Wo apni silver sedan me baithti hai, engine start karti hai, par ek pal ke liye ruk jaati hai.
Rearview mirror me apni aankhon me dekhti hai —
jaise khud se keh rahi ho:
“Jo bhi hai... main handle kar lungi.”
Music bed ke saath car slow motion me nikalti hai.
Camera zoom out karta hai —
Morning light ke beech car road par merge ho jaati hai,
aur background me ek subtle tension-filled track bajta hai,
jo is baat ka ishara deta hai —
ye mail kahani ki ek nayi beginning thi, sirf ek glitch nahi.
FADE OUT.
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