09-12-2025, 02:44 PM
Episode 18
Scene: Rahat ke ghar ka — Late Night
Radio station ka din lamba tha.
Ab ghar me sirf khamoshi thi — purani ghadi ki tick-tick aur balcony se aati thandi hawa ka halkasa jhonka.
Rahat apne bistar par palat badal rahi thi.
Thodi der pehle tak uske phone me messages aur memes chal rahe the, par ab wo screen side me rakh chuki thi.
Nidra uske paas nahi aa rahi thi.
Wo bistar se uthti hai —
thodi thaki hui, lekin aankhon me wo hi purani bechaini.
Balcony ka darwaza kholti hai.
Bahar streetlight ki roshni uske chehre par girti hai, uske baal thoda sa hawa me hilte hain.
Rahat railing ke sahare baith jaati hai.
Niche sadak bilkul khaali hai —
Door kahin se ek dog ki awaaz, aur kisi rickshaw ka fading sound.
Uske nazar upar — aasman me chand aadha chhupa hua badalon ke beech.
Aur wahi se shuru hota hai —
Rahat ka flashback.
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FLASHBACK – RADIO STATION, kuch saal pehle
Young Rahat, naye RJ ki training le rahi hoti hai.
Samne studio ke console ke paas khada hai ek confident, charming aadmi —
Sameer.
Uski awaaz deep, uska style effortless.
Sameer (mic test karte hue) – “RJ hona sirf bolna nahi hota, Rahat…
Logon ke dil tak pahunchna hota hai.
Har lafz, har pause me emotion bharna padta hai.”
Rahat (smile karte hue) – “Jaise aap bharte ho, Sameer sir?”
Sameer (muskurate hue) – “Sir nahi. Friend. Studio me sirf dost hote hain.”
Rahat ke chehre par ek awkward si smile —
Wo kuch kehna chahti hai, par keh nahi paati.
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Back to Present – Balcony
Rahat aankh bandh karti hai.
Uski ungli railing par halki si tap-tap karti hai, jaise wo ab bhi studio ke “On Air” sign ke niche bethi ho.
Hawa thodi tez chalti hai.
Wo halka sa muskurati hai aur dheere se kehti hai —
“Friend…”
ek lamha rukti hai,
“Shayad bas dost hi the.”
Ek chhoti si halki hansi nikalti hai, lekin aankhon me nami.
Phir wo apne phone ka screen on karti hai —
wahan ek purani recording file hai:
‘Sameer_Training_Audio1.mp3’
Wo file play karti hai.
Speaker se wohi awaaz — calm, composed, warm:
“Good evening, listeners… Main hoon Sameer, aur aaj hum baat karenge un jazbaaton ki, jo hum keh nahi paate.”
Rahat aankh bandh karti hai —
jaise waqt ruk gaya ho.
Camera dheere se zoom out karta hai…
Rahat balcony me baithi hai,
Background me Sameer ki awaaz,
Aur chand uske upar ekdum shaant.
Scene: BEHEN_CODE – Group Video Call (Night, 9:00 PM)
Location Montage:
? Split screen style —
Arti: apne bedroom me, background me “Gyaan Ganga Library” ka ek chhota board visible.
Rahat: apne room ke corner me cushion pakde, thoda relaxed look me.
Anushka: apni study table ke samne, formal kapde me hi, jaise abhi bank se aayi ho.
Anisha: hostel ke bed ke kone me blanket me lipti hui.
Ishani: apne restaurant ke kitchen ke staff room me, apron abhi bhi pehne hue.
Call connect hoti hai.
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Arti (smile karte hue, camera adjust karte hue):
“Hello ladies! Mujhe lagta hai sab log time pe aaye hain — pehli baar!”
Rahat (masti bhare tone me):
“Main to soch rahi thi Arti madam fir se kitchen me atak gayi hongi.”
(Sab hans padti hain.)
Ishani (phone upar karte hue):
“Arti di ne khud bola tha, sharp 9! Mujhe laga koi emergency hai.”
Anisha (nervously):
“Waise di, aapne message me likha tha ‘kuch lead mili hai’? Kya mila hai?”
---
Arti ka expression serious ho jaata hai.
Wo ek paper uthati hai — usme kuch handwritten notes aur ek photo stapled hai.
Arti:
“Yeh picture mujhe kal ek library visitor se mili.
Usne bataya ki usne Vicky Mehra ko accident ke thode din pehle ek unknown aadmi ke saath bahas karte dekha tha… Bank ke bahar.”
Anushka (thoda chonk kar):
“Bank ke bahar? Mere branch ke paas?”
Arti:
“Haan. Aur visitor ne bola ki wo aadmi koi legal type lag raha tha — documents aur ek black file uske haath me thi.”
Rahat (curious tone me):
“Yaani kuch aur bhi log involve ho sakte hain… Accident shayad ek casual drunk case nahi tha.”
Ishani (deep breath lete hue):
“Exactly. Hum soch rahe the Vicky sirf irresponsible hai, par lagta hai uske peeche koi aur bhi baat hai.”
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Anisha:
“Ab kya karenge? security officer to humari baat ko ignore kar rahi hai, aur media ne bhi case me interest chhod diya.”
Arti (determined tone me):
“Ab hum khud hi evidence collect karenge.
Anushka — tujhe apne bank ke security cam ka access check karna hoga.
Shayad waha kuch record hua ho.”
Anushka (nod karte hue):
“Main kal subah dekhti hoon. Mujhe IT section me ek banda jaanta hai, discreetly kar loongi.”
Rahat:
“Main radio par ek ‘listener story’ ke segment me indirectly yeh case ka background share kar sakti hoon… Maybe koi witness sun raha ho.”
Ishani:
“Perfect. Mujhe lagta hai Humera ko bhi hopeful rakhna zaroori hai.
Case me thoda time lagega, par hum haar nahi manenge.”
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Arti (smile karte hue):
“Exactly, Behen_Code ka rule yaad hai na?”
Sab (ek saath):
“Ek ladki ke saath anyaay hua, to hum sabka farz hai sach dhoondhna!”
(Background me light laughter aur ek confident vibe)
Rahat (teasing tone me):
“Bas iss baar koi saas ya boss hamare mission me interruption na kare!”
Arti (hassi rok kar):
“Bas dua karo kal subah meri saas late uth jaye.”
(Sab hans padti hain, laughter fade hoti hai aur screen dheere-dheere black out.)
Scene: Next Morning – Bank Branch, 10:20 AM
(Anushka’s Subplot – Suspense Build-Up)
Location:
City ke purane area me ek heritage-style bank building — same branch jahan Anushka kaam karti hai.
Subah ki halki dhoop bank ke glass façade par pad rahi hai.
Security guard gate khol raha hai. Staff ek ek karke andar aa rahe hain.
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(Camera focus: Anushka)
Formal cream shirt, light blue scarf, hair neatly tied.
Uske chehre par usual calmness hai, lekin aaj aankhon me thoda tension dikh raha hai.
(Background voiceover – Anushka’s thought):
“Bas ek footage mil jaye… Vicky ke case ka koi clue… fir shayad hum sahi raaste pe aa jayein.”
Wo entry register me sign karti hai aur apne cabin ki taraf badhti hai.
Desk par ek sticky note rakha hota hai — ‘Meeting postponed to 12.30 PM – Jeevan Sir’.
Anushka (whisper me):
“Accha hai, ab IT room jaane ka time mil gaya.”
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(Cut to: Bank’s IT Room)
Dim lighted room — monitors ki ek line, buzzing sound of old CPUs, aur ek single staff member baitha hai — Rishi, IT department ka young technician.
Rishi (smile karte hue):
“Good morning ma’am! Aaj itni subah yahan?”
Anushka (casually):
“Good morning, Rishi. Mujhe thoda ek footage check karna tha… ek client ki verification issue ke liye.”
Rishi:
“Oh, kaunsa date?”
Anushka:
“Umm… last Tuesday. Around 4:30 PM.
Bank ke bahar ka camera number 3.”
Rishi quickly keyboard par type karta hai. Monitor par black-and-white footage scroll hota hai.
Frames fast-forward hote ja rahe hain.
---
(Anushka screen ke paas jhukti hai.)
Suddenly ek frame freeze hota hai — Vicky Mehra clearly visible, suit pehne hue, kisi ke saath baat kar raha hai.
Dusra aadmi peeth ke bal khada hai, black file haath me, aur sirf aadha face camera me dikh raha hai.
Anushka (frowning):
“Yeh zoom kar sakte ho?”
Rishi:
“Haan ma’am…”
(zoom karta hai)
Frame me thoda blur par ek distinctive gold ring dikhti hai us aadmi ke haath me.
Anushka (nervous tone):
“Yeh footage mujhe ek copy mil sakti hai?”
Rishi (hichkicha kar):
“Officially to nahi ma’am… par agar confidential hai, main ek pen-drive me transfer kar sakta hoon. Aap kisi ko batayengi to—”
Anushka:
“Don’t worry, Rishi. Yeh sirf internal check hai.”
Rishi pen drive insert karta hai aur copy start hoti hai.
Loading bar “58%…”
Tabhi door ke bahar se ek voice aati hai — calm but commanding:
“Rishi… kya chal raha hai yahan?”
---
(Camera pan to doorway)
Jeevan khada hai — dark brown coat me, specs ke peeche se direct Anushka ko dekhta hua.
Ek suspicious smile lips par.
Rishi turant monitor minimize kar deta hai.
Jeevan:
“Subah-subah IT room? Kuch emergency thi kya, Anushka?”
Anushka (composed smile):
“Bas ek old transaction verification dekh rahi thi, sir.”
Jeevan (slow tone me):
“Transaction… ya truth?”
(Pause)
“Waise bhi, kuch cheezein jitni purani hoti hain, utni hi dangerous bhi.”
(Unka dialogue air me latak jaata hai — Rishi aur Anushka dono confuse aur uneasy.)
Jeevan (light smile ke sath):
“Anyway, meeting 12:30 baje hai. Don’t be late.”
(Phir jaate hue ek baar screen ke taraf dekhta hai, jaise kuch samajh gaya ho.)
---
(Camera focus: Anushka)
Wo deep breath leti hai, Rishi ko dekhti hai:
“Transfer complete hua?”
Rishi:
“Just done, ma’am. 100%.”
Anushka:
“Thanks. Aur yeh sab — between us.”
Wo pen drive apne purse me rakhti hai.
Background music me slow suspense tone chalu hota hai.
(Voiceover – Anushka’s thought):
“Jeevan sir ko yeh footage ke baare me pata chal gaya to… yeh case aur complicated ho jayega.”
(Camera zoom on purse — pen drive visible between files.)
Frame freeze.
Scene: Anisha – College Canteen, Afternoon 1:45 PM
(Tone – soft, relatable, slice-of-life)
College ke canteen ka lunch-hour chal raha hai —
tables par chatter, laughter, aur background me ek purana Arijit Singh song baj raha hai.
Camera ghuma to ek corner table par Anisha bethi hai — tray me ek cold coffee aur ek sandwich, lekin dhyaan kahin aur hai.
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(Camera close-up: Anisha)
Uske samne ek khali chair, jisme kabhi koi aake baithta hi nahi.
Wo apni diary kholti hai — kuch likhne hi wali hoti hai tab uski friend Neha aa jaati hai.
Neha (hans kar):
“Madam, aaj fir diary therapy? Kabhi kabhi logon se bhi baat kar liya karo.”
Anisha (muskurake):
“Diary se baat karna safe hai… jawab me koi taunt nahi milta.”
Neha:
“Taunt sirf Kabir deta hai na?”
(Anisha ka haath thoda rukta hai, par wo casual dikhane ki koshish karti hai.)
Anisha:
“Kabir? Uska naam mat lo, ab to wo class me bhi mere paas nahi baithta.”
Neha (teasing tone):
“Haan, par canteen me har baar tumhare corner ke saamne wali table pe baithta hai.”
(Anisha aankhon se hi us direction me dekhti hai — aur sach me, door ek table par Kabir bethi hota hai, apne friends ke sath.
White shirt, sleeves rolled, earphones ek side se latak rahe. Uske haath me ek sketchbook.)
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(Camera slow-motion me)
Kabir apne sketchbook me kuch bana raha hai — aur thoda sa upar dekh kar bas ek second ke liye Anisha ki taraf nazar jaati hai.
Un dono ke beech ek chhoti si aankhon ki baat hoti hai — wo typical awkward pause jisme dono kuch keh nahi paate.
Neha (smiling):
“Dekha? Ye hi hota hai silent chemistry.”
Anisha (thoda blush kar ke):
“Stop it, Neha.”
(Cold coffee ka sip lete hue nazar phir usi taraf chali jaati hai.)
---
(Cut to Kabir’s table)
Kabir ke friend kuch mazaak kar rahe hote hain, par wo unhe ignore kar ke apne sketchbook me likhta hai —
ek chhoti si doodle jisme ek ladki diary likh rahi hoti hai, aur upar likha hota hai:
“She doesn’t know she’s my favorite line to draw.”
---
(Back to Anisha)
Bell bajti hai, students uthne lagte hain.
Anisha apni diary band karti hai, bag sambhalti hai, aur jaane lagti hai.
Wo jaate jaate kabir ke table ke paas se guzarti hai, par dono kuch nahi kehte — sirf halki si awkward smile.
Canteen ke exit pe jaane se pehle wo ek baar palat kar dekhti hai —
Kabir ki sketchbook band ho chuki hai, lekin uske cover pe ek folded tissue rakha hota hai.
Anisha ke chehre pe ek soft smile aati hai —
wo hamesha ki tarah diary khol kar likh deti hai:
“Usne fir se kuch nahi kaha, lekin pata nahi kyu… lagta hai keh gaya.”
---
(Scene fade out)
Background me canteen ke noise me mix hoti ek slow instrumental tune.
?️ Scene: Arti aur Abhishek – Late Night, Bedroom
Kamre ki halki roshni me Arti apne dressing mirror ke saamne khadi hai, baalon me comb chala rahi hai. Glass ke reflection me Abhishek usse dekh raha hota hai — bed ke kinare baithe hue, ek muskaan ke sath.
Abhishek (teasing tone me):
“Madam, itna time ready hone me tab bhi nahi lagta jab office jaati ho…”
Arti aankhon se hi jawab deti hai — ek halki si muskaan, jisme shararat bhi hai aur pyaar bhi.
Arti:
“Office me koi tum jaisa distract karne wala toh nahi hota na…”
Abhishek uth kar uske peeche aata hai, mirror ke samne dono ke chehre ek frame me. Arti thoda sa palat kar dekhti hai, dono ke beech sirf ek saans ka faasla.
Hawa me perfume aur pyaar ka ek saath mehekta sa mixture hai.
Abhishek apna haath Arti ke kandhe tak laata hai, par chhue bina rok leta hai — jaise pooch raha ho, “ho jaaye?”
Arti aankhein jhuka kar muskurati hai, aur dheere se kehti hai —
“Tumhe hamesha har baat me pehla step lena zaroori lagta hai kya?”
Abhishek hansi rok nahi pata.
“Bas tumhara ‘haan’ mil jaaye, phir toh steps ka kya hai…”
Arti thoda ghoom kar uske paas aati hai — ab dono ek doosre ke saamne.
Room me sirf fan ki awaaz hai… aur unke dilon ki dhadkanein.
Scene: Arti & Abhishek – Night Continues
Camera slowly move karta hai toward window. Curtains hawa me nachte hain.
Arti aur Abhishek ek-dusre ke itne nazdeek a chuke hain ki baatein kuch bhi nahi rhi, sirf nigahen baat kar rahi hain.
Abhishek apne haath se Arti ke baalon ko ek side karta hai. Arti pal bhar ankhen band kart deti hai — jaise us pal ko yaad me sambhal kar rakh lenā chahti ho.
Light soft ho jati hai, camera focus sirf unke haathon par — jo slowly ek-dusre me sama rahe hain.
Abhishek Arti ko bed ke corner tak le aata hai. Arti ek halke sa laughter ke sath peeche hat jati hai, fir aankhon me ek shaant si razamandi le aati hai.
Unke beech jo distance tha, wo ab sirf ek saans ka bacha hai.
Music thoda intense hota hai – violin aur soft drums.
Camera gradually tilt karta hai toward the window, jahan moonlight andar gir rahi hai…
curtains ke peeche unke silhouettes ek ho jate hain.
INT. ARTI & ABHISHEK’S BEDROOM – EARLY MORNING
Subah ki pehli roshni curtains ke beech se bed tak pahunchti hai.
Kamra ab bhi thoda garam hai, par mahaul me ek sukoon sa hai.
Arti apne side pe let kar aankhein kholti hai — Abhishek ab bhi so raha hai.
Uske baal uske chehre pe aaye hue hain, aur ek chhoti si muskurahat Arti ke labon pe aa jaati hai.
Wo dheere se uth kar uske baal sahi karti hai — uska haath kuch sekand tak Abhishek ke gaal par tikta hai.
Abhishek aankhein band karke bolta hai,
“Itni subah uth gayi? Aaj to chhutti le lo.”
Arti hasti hai,
“Agar main chhutti le lungi to breakfast kaun banayega, tum?”
Abhishek aankh band rakhte hue haan me sir hila deta hai.
“Main bana loonga… omelette, ya phir… sirf tumhe dekh kar pet bhar loonga.”
Arti ka chehra thoda laal padta hai,
wo thoda hansi dabate hue uth jaati hai.
“Bas, zyada filmy mat bano… main kitchen ja rahi hoon.”
Abhishek aankh khol kar use jata dekhte hue bolta hai,
“Arti, kal raat…”
Arti pal bhar ke liye rukti hai,
peeche mudti hai, aur halki si smile dekar kehti hai —
“Kal raat sirf hum dono the, aur bas wahi yaad rakho.”
Wo apna dupatta le kar nikal jaati hai.
Abhishek muskurata hua takiye me munh daba leta hai.
Camera Arti ke peeche peeche jaata hai —
Kitchen me wo apna apron pehenti hai, gas on karti hai.
Ek chhoti si khushi uske chehre par hai — wo jo ek shaant rishte me hoti hai, jisme lafzon se zyada ehsaas bolte hain.
FADE OUT.
INT. RADIO STATION – DAY
Camera ek vibrant aur busy radio studio ke andar ghusta hai —
mic, coffee cups, aur poster jisme likha hai:
?️ "Rahat Raza – Dil Se Bol!"
Rahat apne console ke saamne baithi hai,
haath me ek mug — jisme likha hai “Coffee is my Co-RJ” ☕
Aaj uska mood light hai, halka sa mischievous.
Studio ke corner me Sunny (sound engineer) aur Meghna (intern) kuch notes discuss kar rahe hain.
Rahat mic ke paas jhuk kar mock seriousness me bolti hai —
Rahat (On Air):
“Doston, agar aapke partner ne aaj subah aapse good morning nahi bola,
to tension mat lo… ho sakta hai unke phone ka balance khatam ho gaya ho.
Lekin agar unhone aapko last seen hide kar diya hai…
to samajh jao, kahani me twist aa gaya hai!”
(Background me hasi ki sound, Sunny aur Meghna dono hilke hans padte hain.)
Sunny:
“Rahat ma’am, aaj to full savage mood me ho!”
Rahat (grinning):
“Sunny beta, jab tak mere show ke listeners break up nahi karte ya patch up nahi karte,
tab tak mera show incomplete lagta hai.”
Meghna teasing tone me:
“Waise ma’am, aap khud kabhi aise kisi show-type love story me gayi ho?”
Rahat thoda pause karti hai — mug uthakar coffee peeti hai —
(halki si artificial smile)
“Main sirf love stories sunati hoon, Meghna… likhti nahi.”
Studio me ek sekand ke liye silence chhata hai.
Sunny ne maahaul halka karne ke liye bola —
“Chalo ma’am, agli dedications line me ready hai.”
Rahat (On Air, cheerful tone me):
“Alright doston, agli dedications aa rahi hai… ek purani yaadon ke saath.
Aur yaadon ka topic ho, to main kyu peeche rahun?”
Wo mic ke paas jhukti hai, aankhein thodi naram ho jaati hain.
Background me halki si old retro tune bajti hai.
Rahat (soft tone me):
“Yaadein… kabhi kabhi sirf gaane nahi bajti, dil ke radio par bhi koi purana RJ sunai de jaata hai…”
Cut to — Rahat ke chehre ka close-up
uske aankhon me ek halki si chamak — ek purani yaad.
Sameer ka chehra — ek flashback glimpse:
mic ke saamne ek confident RJ, Rahat ko mic ke level sikhata hua.
Sameer (flashback, smile ke saath):
“Mic se darr nahi lagta, Rahat… mic se pyaar karo, tab awaaz dil se niklegi.”
Present me Rahat ek halki saans leti hai —
aur smile kar ke mic band karti hai.
Sunny (off mic):
“Perfect take, ma’am.”
Rahat (softly, almost to herself):
“Perfect… bilkul uske jaise.”
Camera dheere dheere zoom out karta hai —
Rahat fir se console me busy ho jaati hai,
lekin uski aankhon me ek halka sa nostalgia hai.
FADE OUT.
Scene: Rahat ke ghar ka — Late Night
Radio station ka din lamba tha.
Ab ghar me sirf khamoshi thi — purani ghadi ki tick-tick aur balcony se aati thandi hawa ka halkasa jhonka.
Rahat apne bistar par palat badal rahi thi.
Thodi der pehle tak uske phone me messages aur memes chal rahe the, par ab wo screen side me rakh chuki thi.
Nidra uske paas nahi aa rahi thi.
Wo bistar se uthti hai —
thodi thaki hui, lekin aankhon me wo hi purani bechaini.
Balcony ka darwaza kholti hai.
Bahar streetlight ki roshni uske chehre par girti hai, uske baal thoda sa hawa me hilte hain.
Rahat railing ke sahare baith jaati hai.
Niche sadak bilkul khaali hai —
Door kahin se ek dog ki awaaz, aur kisi rickshaw ka fading sound.
Uske nazar upar — aasman me chand aadha chhupa hua badalon ke beech.
Aur wahi se shuru hota hai —
Rahat ka flashback.
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FLASHBACK – RADIO STATION, kuch saal pehle
Young Rahat, naye RJ ki training le rahi hoti hai.
Samne studio ke console ke paas khada hai ek confident, charming aadmi —
Sameer.
Uski awaaz deep, uska style effortless.
Sameer (mic test karte hue) – “RJ hona sirf bolna nahi hota, Rahat…
Logon ke dil tak pahunchna hota hai.
Har lafz, har pause me emotion bharna padta hai.”
Rahat (smile karte hue) – “Jaise aap bharte ho, Sameer sir?”
Sameer (muskurate hue) – “Sir nahi. Friend. Studio me sirf dost hote hain.”
Rahat ke chehre par ek awkward si smile —
Wo kuch kehna chahti hai, par keh nahi paati.
---
Back to Present – Balcony
Rahat aankh bandh karti hai.
Uski ungli railing par halki si tap-tap karti hai, jaise wo ab bhi studio ke “On Air” sign ke niche bethi ho.
Hawa thodi tez chalti hai.
Wo halka sa muskurati hai aur dheere se kehti hai —
“Friend…”
ek lamha rukti hai,
“Shayad bas dost hi the.”
Ek chhoti si halki hansi nikalti hai, lekin aankhon me nami.
Phir wo apne phone ka screen on karti hai —
wahan ek purani recording file hai:
‘Sameer_Training_Audio1.mp3’
Wo file play karti hai.
Speaker se wohi awaaz — calm, composed, warm:
“Good evening, listeners… Main hoon Sameer, aur aaj hum baat karenge un jazbaaton ki, jo hum keh nahi paate.”
Rahat aankh bandh karti hai —
jaise waqt ruk gaya ho.
Camera dheere se zoom out karta hai…
Rahat balcony me baithi hai,
Background me Sameer ki awaaz,
Aur chand uske upar ekdum shaant.
Scene: BEHEN_CODE – Group Video Call (Night, 9:00 PM)
Location Montage:
? Split screen style —
Arti: apne bedroom me, background me “Gyaan Ganga Library” ka ek chhota board visible.
Rahat: apne room ke corner me cushion pakde, thoda relaxed look me.
Anushka: apni study table ke samne, formal kapde me hi, jaise abhi bank se aayi ho.
Anisha: hostel ke bed ke kone me blanket me lipti hui.
Ishani: apne restaurant ke kitchen ke staff room me, apron abhi bhi pehne hue.
Call connect hoti hai.
---
Arti (smile karte hue, camera adjust karte hue):
“Hello ladies! Mujhe lagta hai sab log time pe aaye hain — pehli baar!”
Rahat (masti bhare tone me):
“Main to soch rahi thi Arti madam fir se kitchen me atak gayi hongi.”
(Sab hans padti hain.)
Ishani (phone upar karte hue):
“Arti di ne khud bola tha, sharp 9! Mujhe laga koi emergency hai.”
Anisha (nervously):
“Waise di, aapne message me likha tha ‘kuch lead mili hai’? Kya mila hai?”
---
Arti ka expression serious ho jaata hai.
Wo ek paper uthati hai — usme kuch handwritten notes aur ek photo stapled hai.
Arti:
“Yeh picture mujhe kal ek library visitor se mili.
Usne bataya ki usne Vicky Mehra ko accident ke thode din pehle ek unknown aadmi ke saath bahas karte dekha tha… Bank ke bahar.”
Anushka (thoda chonk kar):
“Bank ke bahar? Mere branch ke paas?”
Arti:
“Haan. Aur visitor ne bola ki wo aadmi koi legal type lag raha tha — documents aur ek black file uske haath me thi.”
Rahat (curious tone me):
“Yaani kuch aur bhi log involve ho sakte hain… Accident shayad ek casual drunk case nahi tha.”
Ishani (deep breath lete hue):
“Exactly. Hum soch rahe the Vicky sirf irresponsible hai, par lagta hai uske peeche koi aur bhi baat hai.”
---
Anisha:
“Ab kya karenge? security officer to humari baat ko ignore kar rahi hai, aur media ne bhi case me interest chhod diya.”
Arti (determined tone me):
“Ab hum khud hi evidence collect karenge.
Anushka — tujhe apne bank ke security cam ka access check karna hoga.
Shayad waha kuch record hua ho.”
Anushka (nod karte hue):
“Main kal subah dekhti hoon. Mujhe IT section me ek banda jaanta hai, discreetly kar loongi.”
Rahat:
“Main radio par ek ‘listener story’ ke segment me indirectly yeh case ka background share kar sakti hoon… Maybe koi witness sun raha ho.”
Ishani:
“Perfect. Mujhe lagta hai Humera ko bhi hopeful rakhna zaroori hai.
Case me thoda time lagega, par hum haar nahi manenge.”
---
Arti (smile karte hue):
“Exactly, Behen_Code ka rule yaad hai na?”
Sab (ek saath):
“Ek ladki ke saath anyaay hua, to hum sabka farz hai sach dhoondhna!”
(Background me light laughter aur ek confident vibe)
Rahat (teasing tone me):
“Bas iss baar koi saas ya boss hamare mission me interruption na kare!”
Arti (hassi rok kar):
“Bas dua karo kal subah meri saas late uth jaye.”
(Sab hans padti hain, laughter fade hoti hai aur screen dheere-dheere black out.)
Scene: Next Morning – Bank Branch, 10:20 AM
(Anushka’s Subplot – Suspense Build-Up)
Location:
City ke purane area me ek heritage-style bank building — same branch jahan Anushka kaam karti hai.
Subah ki halki dhoop bank ke glass façade par pad rahi hai.
Security guard gate khol raha hai. Staff ek ek karke andar aa rahe hain.
---
(Camera focus: Anushka)
Formal cream shirt, light blue scarf, hair neatly tied.
Uske chehre par usual calmness hai, lekin aaj aankhon me thoda tension dikh raha hai.
(Background voiceover – Anushka’s thought):
“Bas ek footage mil jaye… Vicky ke case ka koi clue… fir shayad hum sahi raaste pe aa jayein.”
Wo entry register me sign karti hai aur apne cabin ki taraf badhti hai.
Desk par ek sticky note rakha hota hai — ‘Meeting postponed to 12.30 PM – Jeevan Sir’.
Anushka (whisper me):
“Accha hai, ab IT room jaane ka time mil gaya.”
---
(Cut to: Bank’s IT Room)
Dim lighted room — monitors ki ek line, buzzing sound of old CPUs, aur ek single staff member baitha hai — Rishi, IT department ka young technician.
Rishi (smile karte hue):
“Good morning ma’am! Aaj itni subah yahan?”
Anushka (casually):
“Good morning, Rishi. Mujhe thoda ek footage check karna tha… ek client ki verification issue ke liye.”
Rishi:
“Oh, kaunsa date?”
Anushka:
“Umm… last Tuesday. Around 4:30 PM.
Bank ke bahar ka camera number 3.”
Rishi quickly keyboard par type karta hai. Monitor par black-and-white footage scroll hota hai.
Frames fast-forward hote ja rahe hain.
---
(Anushka screen ke paas jhukti hai.)
Suddenly ek frame freeze hota hai — Vicky Mehra clearly visible, suit pehne hue, kisi ke saath baat kar raha hai.
Dusra aadmi peeth ke bal khada hai, black file haath me, aur sirf aadha face camera me dikh raha hai.
Anushka (frowning):
“Yeh zoom kar sakte ho?”
Rishi:
“Haan ma’am…”
(zoom karta hai)
Frame me thoda blur par ek distinctive gold ring dikhti hai us aadmi ke haath me.
Anushka (nervous tone):
“Yeh footage mujhe ek copy mil sakti hai?”
Rishi (hichkicha kar):
“Officially to nahi ma’am… par agar confidential hai, main ek pen-drive me transfer kar sakta hoon. Aap kisi ko batayengi to—”
Anushka:
“Don’t worry, Rishi. Yeh sirf internal check hai.”
Rishi pen drive insert karta hai aur copy start hoti hai.
Loading bar “58%…”
Tabhi door ke bahar se ek voice aati hai — calm but commanding:
“Rishi… kya chal raha hai yahan?”
---
(Camera pan to doorway)
Jeevan khada hai — dark brown coat me, specs ke peeche se direct Anushka ko dekhta hua.
Ek suspicious smile lips par.
Rishi turant monitor minimize kar deta hai.
Jeevan:
“Subah-subah IT room? Kuch emergency thi kya, Anushka?”
Anushka (composed smile):
“Bas ek old transaction verification dekh rahi thi, sir.”
Jeevan (slow tone me):
“Transaction… ya truth?”
(Pause)
“Waise bhi, kuch cheezein jitni purani hoti hain, utni hi dangerous bhi.”
(Unka dialogue air me latak jaata hai — Rishi aur Anushka dono confuse aur uneasy.)
Jeevan (light smile ke sath):
“Anyway, meeting 12:30 baje hai. Don’t be late.”
(Phir jaate hue ek baar screen ke taraf dekhta hai, jaise kuch samajh gaya ho.)
---
(Camera focus: Anushka)
Wo deep breath leti hai, Rishi ko dekhti hai:
“Transfer complete hua?”
Rishi:
“Just done, ma’am. 100%.”
Anushka:
“Thanks. Aur yeh sab — between us.”
Wo pen drive apne purse me rakhti hai.
Background music me slow suspense tone chalu hota hai.
(Voiceover – Anushka’s thought):
“Jeevan sir ko yeh footage ke baare me pata chal gaya to… yeh case aur complicated ho jayega.”
(Camera zoom on purse — pen drive visible between files.)
Frame freeze.
Scene: Anisha – College Canteen, Afternoon 1:45 PM
(Tone – soft, relatable, slice-of-life)
College ke canteen ka lunch-hour chal raha hai —
tables par chatter, laughter, aur background me ek purana Arijit Singh song baj raha hai.
Camera ghuma to ek corner table par Anisha bethi hai — tray me ek cold coffee aur ek sandwich, lekin dhyaan kahin aur hai.
---
(Camera close-up: Anisha)
Uske samne ek khali chair, jisme kabhi koi aake baithta hi nahi.
Wo apni diary kholti hai — kuch likhne hi wali hoti hai tab uski friend Neha aa jaati hai.
Neha (hans kar):
“Madam, aaj fir diary therapy? Kabhi kabhi logon se bhi baat kar liya karo.”
Anisha (muskurake):
“Diary se baat karna safe hai… jawab me koi taunt nahi milta.”
Neha:
“Taunt sirf Kabir deta hai na?”
(Anisha ka haath thoda rukta hai, par wo casual dikhane ki koshish karti hai.)
Anisha:
“Kabir? Uska naam mat lo, ab to wo class me bhi mere paas nahi baithta.”
Neha (teasing tone):
“Haan, par canteen me har baar tumhare corner ke saamne wali table pe baithta hai.”
(Anisha aankhon se hi us direction me dekhti hai — aur sach me, door ek table par Kabir bethi hota hai, apne friends ke sath.
White shirt, sleeves rolled, earphones ek side se latak rahe. Uske haath me ek sketchbook.)
---
(Camera slow-motion me)
Kabir apne sketchbook me kuch bana raha hai — aur thoda sa upar dekh kar bas ek second ke liye Anisha ki taraf nazar jaati hai.
Un dono ke beech ek chhoti si aankhon ki baat hoti hai — wo typical awkward pause jisme dono kuch keh nahi paate.
Neha (smiling):
“Dekha? Ye hi hota hai silent chemistry.”
Anisha (thoda blush kar ke):
“Stop it, Neha.”
(Cold coffee ka sip lete hue nazar phir usi taraf chali jaati hai.)
---
(Cut to Kabir’s table)
Kabir ke friend kuch mazaak kar rahe hote hain, par wo unhe ignore kar ke apne sketchbook me likhta hai —
ek chhoti si doodle jisme ek ladki diary likh rahi hoti hai, aur upar likha hota hai:
“She doesn’t know she’s my favorite line to draw.”
---
(Back to Anisha)
Bell bajti hai, students uthne lagte hain.
Anisha apni diary band karti hai, bag sambhalti hai, aur jaane lagti hai.
Wo jaate jaate kabir ke table ke paas se guzarti hai, par dono kuch nahi kehte — sirf halki si awkward smile.
Canteen ke exit pe jaane se pehle wo ek baar palat kar dekhti hai —
Kabir ki sketchbook band ho chuki hai, lekin uske cover pe ek folded tissue rakha hota hai.
Anisha ke chehre pe ek soft smile aati hai —
wo hamesha ki tarah diary khol kar likh deti hai:
“Usne fir se kuch nahi kaha, lekin pata nahi kyu… lagta hai keh gaya.”
---
(Scene fade out)
Background me canteen ke noise me mix hoti ek slow instrumental tune.
?️ Scene: Arti aur Abhishek – Late Night, Bedroom
Kamre ki halki roshni me Arti apne dressing mirror ke saamne khadi hai, baalon me comb chala rahi hai. Glass ke reflection me Abhishek usse dekh raha hota hai — bed ke kinare baithe hue, ek muskaan ke sath.
Abhishek (teasing tone me):
“Madam, itna time ready hone me tab bhi nahi lagta jab office jaati ho…”
Arti aankhon se hi jawab deti hai — ek halki si muskaan, jisme shararat bhi hai aur pyaar bhi.
Arti:
“Office me koi tum jaisa distract karne wala toh nahi hota na…”
Abhishek uth kar uske peeche aata hai, mirror ke samne dono ke chehre ek frame me. Arti thoda sa palat kar dekhti hai, dono ke beech sirf ek saans ka faasla.
Hawa me perfume aur pyaar ka ek saath mehekta sa mixture hai.
Abhishek apna haath Arti ke kandhe tak laata hai, par chhue bina rok leta hai — jaise pooch raha ho, “ho jaaye?”
Arti aankhein jhuka kar muskurati hai, aur dheere se kehti hai —
“Tumhe hamesha har baat me pehla step lena zaroori lagta hai kya?”
Abhishek hansi rok nahi pata.
“Bas tumhara ‘haan’ mil jaaye, phir toh steps ka kya hai…”
Arti thoda ghoom kar uske paas aati hai — ab dono ek doosre ke saamne.
Room me sirf fan ki awaaz hai… aur unke dilon ki dhadkanein.
Scene: Arti & Abhishek – Night Continues
Camera slowly move karta hai toward window. Curtains hawa me nachte hain.
Arti aur Abhishek ek-dusre ke itne nazdeek a chuke hain ki baatein kuch bhi nahi rhi, sirf nigahen baat kar rahi hain.
Abhishek apne haath se Arti ke baalon ko ek side karta hai. Arti pal bhar ankhen band kart deti hai — jaise us pal ko yaad me sambhal kar rakh lenā chahti ho.
Light soft ho jati hai, camera focus sirf unke haathon par — jo slowly ek-dusre me sama rahe hain.
Abhishek Arti ko bed ke corner tak le aata hai. Arti ek halke sa laughter ke sath peeche hat jati hai, fir aankhon me ek shaant si razamandi le aati hai.
Unke beech jo distance tha, wo ab sirf ek saans ka bacha hai.
Music thoda intense hota hai – violin aur soft drums.
Camera gradually tilt karta hai toward the window, jahan moonlight andar gir rahi hai…
curtains ke peeche unke silhouettes ek ho jate hain.
INT. ARTI & ABHISHEK’S BEDROOM – EARLY MORNING
Subah ki pehli roshni curtains ke beech se bed tak pahunchti hai.
Kamra ab bhi thoda garam hai, par mahaul me ek sukoon sa hai.
Arti apne side pe let kar aankhein kholti hai — Abhishek ab bhi so raha hai.
Uske baal uske chehre pe aaye hue hain, aur ek chhoti si muskurahat Arti ke labon pe aa jaati hai.
Wo dheere se uth kar uske baal sahi karti hai — uska haath kuch sekand tak Abhishek ke gaal par tikta hai.
Abhishek aankhein band karke bolta hai,
“Itni subah uth gayi? Aaj to chhutti le lo.”
Arti hasti hai,
“Agar main chhutti le lungi to breakfast kaun banayega, tum?”
Abhishek aankh band rakhte hue haan me sir hila deta hai.
“Main bana loonga… omelette, ya phir… sirf tumhe dekh kar pet bhar loonga.”
Arti ka chehra thoda laal padta hai,
wo thoda hansi dabate hue uth jaati hai.
“Bas, zyada filmy mat bano… main kitchen ja rahi hoon.”
Abhishek aankh khol kar use jata dekhte hue bolta hai,
“Arti, kal raat…”
Arti pal bhar ke liye rukti hai,
peeche mudti hai, aur halki si smile dekar kehti hai —
“Kal raat sirf hum dono the, aur bas wahi yaad rakho.”
Wo apna dupatta le kar nikal jaati hai.
Abhishek muskurata hua takiye me munh daba leta hai.
Camera Arti ke peeche peeche jaata hai —
Kitchen me wo apna apron pehenti hai, gas on karti hai.
Ek chhoti si khushi uske chehre par hai — wo jo ek shaant rishte me hoti hai, jisme lafzon se zyada ehsaas bolte hain.
FADE OUT.
INT. RADIO STATION – DAY
Camera ek vibrant aur busy radio studio ke andar ghusta hai —
mic, coffee cups, aur poster jisme likha hai:
?️ "Rahat Raza – Dil Se Bol!"
Rahat apne console ke saamne baithi hai,
haath me ek mug — jisme likha hai “Coffee is my Co-RJ” ☕
Aaj uska mood light hai, halka sa mischievous.
Studio ke corner me Sunny (sound engineer) aur Meghna (intern) kuch notes discuss kar rahe hain.
Rahat mic ke paas jhuk kar mock seriousness me bolti hai —
Rahat (On Air):
“Doston, agar aapke partner ne aaj subah aapse good morning nahi bola,
to tension mat lo… ho sakta hai unke phone ka balance khatam ho gaya ho.
Lekin agar unhone aapko last seen hide kar diya hai…
to samajh jao, kahani me twist aa gaya hai!”
(Background me hasi ki sound, Sunny aur Meghna dono hilke hans padte hain.)
Sunny:
“Rahat ma’am, aaj to full savage mood me ho!”
Rahat (grinning):
“Sunny beta, jab tak mere show ke listeners break up nahi karte ya patch up nahi karte,
tab tak mera show incomplete lagta hai.”
Meghna teasing tone me:
“Waise ma’am, aap khud kabhi aise kisi show-type love story me gayi ho?”
Rahat thoda pause karti hai — mug uthakar coffee peeti hai —
(halki si artificial smile)
“Main sirf love stories sunati hoon, Meghna… likhti nahi.”
Studio me ek sekand ke liye silence chhata hai.
Sunny ne maahaul halka karne ke liye bola —
“Chalo ma’am, agli dedications line me ready hai.”
Rahat (On Air, cheerful tone me):
“Alright doston, agli dedications aa rahi hai… ek purani yaadon ke saath.
Aur yaadon ka topic ho, to main kyu peeche rahun?”
Wo mic ke paas jhukti hai, aankhein thodi naram ho jaati hain.
Background me halki si old retro tune bajti hai.
Rahat (soft tone me):
“Yaadein… kabhi kabhi sirf gaane nahi bajti, dil ke radio par bhi koi purana RJ sunai de jaata hai…”
Cut to — Rahat ke chehre ka close-up
uske aankhon me ek halki si chamak — ek purani yaad.
Sameer ka chehra — ek flashback glimpse:
mic ke saamne ek confident RJ, Rahat ko mic ke level sikhata hua.
Sameer (flashback, smile ke saath):
“Mic se darr nahi lagta, Rahat… mic se pyaar karo, tab awaaz dil se niklegi.”
Present me Rahat ek halki saans leti hai —
aur smile kar ke mic band karti hai.
Sunny (off mic):
“Perfect take, ma’am.”
Rahat (softly, almost to herself):
“Perfect… bilkul uske jaise.”
Camera dheere dheere zoom out karta hai —
Rahat fir se console me busy ho jaati hai,
lekin uski aankhon me ek halka sa nostalgia hai.
FADE OUT.
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