10-12-2025, 10:07 PM
Episode 19
Scene: Behen_Code Group Video Call — Night Time
Screen par ek ke baad ek camera feed connect hoti hai —
Arti apne bedroom me, abhi library ka kaam khatam karke;
Rahat apne radio show ke baad make-up remove kar rahi hai;
Ishaani restaurant se directly connect karti hai — apron abhi tak pehna hua;
Anisha apne hostel ke study desk par bethi hai, aur
Anushka apne laptop ke saamne, ek file open karke, serious nazar se dekhti hai.
?Anushka (steady voice):
“Guys… mujhe lagta hai, finally hume kuch mil gaya hai.”
Sab ek saath alert ho jaati hain.
Arti: “Kya mila, Anushka?”
Anushka: “Bank ke CCTV system me last week ek glitch hua tha… maine manually check kiya. Aur dekho, ye clip wahi ke ek camera ka hai.”
Wo share screen karti hai.
Video me — ek grey sedan bank ke gate ke bahar rukti hai.
Thodi der ke liye ek aadmi car se nikalta hai — camera me thoda blur hai, par face recognizable hai.
Ishaani (aankhen faila kar): “Wait—ye to…”
Rahat (slowly): “Vicky…”
Room me ek dum se silence chha jaata hai.
Sirf video ke background sound me cars aur horns sunai dete hain.
Anisha: “Ye kab ka footage hai?”
Anushka: “Pichle Monday ka. Exactly do din pehle jab Humera ki dadi ka accident hua tha.”
Arti: “Matlab wo bank ke paas tha? Same time par?”
Anushka (nod karte hue): “Haan. Ye coincidence nahi lagta mujhe.”
Rahat: “Hume ye clip immediately lawyer ko bhejna chahiye. Ye prove kar sakta hai ki wo wahan tha.”
Ishaani: “Main Humera ko call karti hoon… usse bataate hain.”
Lekin Arti kehti hai —
“Ruko, pehle isse backup kar lo. Aise hi evidence galti se delete ya hack ho sakta hai.”
Anushka (professional calm):
“Already done. Teen jagah save kiya hai. Ek copy mere personal drive me, ek encrypted file me, aur ek offline hard disk me.”
Group ke sab members ek second ke liye chup rehte hain — unke chehre par ek hi emotion: hope.
Phir Rahat halki si muskurahat ke sath kehti hai,
“Lagta hai Behen_Code ne phir ek strong move khel diya hai.”
Screen par sabke faces lighten ho jaate hain — ek chhoti si jeet ke baad waali confident smile.
Video call end hoti hai, par background me wahi CCTV frame zoom in hota hai —
Vicky camera me seedha nahi dekhta, lekin uska shadow bilkul clear hota hai.
Scene ek dramatic pause ke sath fade out ho jaata hai.
Rahat’s Bedroom — Late Night
Rahat apne radio show ke baad ghar laut chuki hai.
Room me sirf ek dim light jal rahi hai.
Desk par mic, headphones, aur coffee ka adha khali mug pada hai.
Kuch der baad, wo apne balcony ka curtain khol kar bahar chali jaati hai.
Hawa halki thandi hai, sadak ke kinare streetlight ka peela ujala chamak raha hai.
Niche se ek cycle wala guzarta hai, door koi kutta bhonkta hai — aur sab fir shaant ho jaata hai.
Rahat railing par dono haath tikati hai, aasman ki taraf dekhti hai…
aur ek halki muskurahat ke sath kehti hai:
> “Tum keh ke gaye the, Rahat… mic ke saamne kabhi darr mat dikhana.
Log hasenge, to unke saath has lena… par rona sirf hawa me karna.”
Jaise hi ye lafz nikalte hain, camera dheere se blur hota hai —
aur flashback me cut hota hai.
---
FLASHBACK — Radio Station (3 saal pehle)
Ek energetic office environment. Posters, mics, laughter, background me music.
Aur beech me ek young man — Sameer — confident, charming, RJ tone me baat kar raha hai.
Uske saamne nervous si Rahat, pehli baar internship ke interview ke liye aayi hoti hai.
Sameer (smiling):
“Tumhara naam? Rahat, right? Waise naam ke hisaab se tum thodi serious lag rahi ho.”
Rahat awkwardly smile karti hai.
Rahat: “Sir, actually thoda nervous hoon…”
Sameer: “Sir nahi — bas Sameer. Yahan hum sab mic ke dost hain, boss ke nahi.”
Uske baad dono ke beech chhoti chhoti baatein hoti hain —
music taste, radio topics, life ke viewpoints.
Aur dheere-dheere wo mentor aur mentee ka rishta ban jaata hai.
Ek short montage —
Sameer mic ke piche usse guide karta hua,
dono coffee machine ke paas hansi-mazaak karte hue,
aur ek din Sameer usse kehta hai —
“Tumhari awaaz me wo feel hai, jisse log apna dard bhool jaate hain.”
---
Back to Present
Balcony me khadi Rahat ke chehre par ek aansu aa jaata hai,
lekin wo turant muskurahat me badal deti hai.
Wo aankh band karke halki si khilkhilahat nikalti hai — jaise koi purani yaad se mazaak kar rahi ho.
> “Aaj bhi mic ke saamne dar lagta hai, Sameer…
Par tumhare jaise mentor fir nahi mila.”
Camera uske chehre ke close-up par rukta hai —
wind me uske baal udd rahe hain, aur background me uske show ki awaaz halki si goonjti hai:
> “Ye thi aapki Rahat, jo dilon tak awaaz pahucha deti hai…”
Scene: Gyaan Ganga Library – Next Morning
Suraj ki halki kirne library ke sheeshe se andar aa rahi hain.
Shelf ke darmiyan ek sukoon bhari khamoshi hai, sirf paper ke page palatne ki halki si awaaz.
Arti apni usual jagah par bethi hai — ek corner table jahan se puri library dikhti hai.
Aaj uske chehre par ek mild smile hai, jaise kal ki thakaan ab kisi aur ehsaas me badal gayi ho.
Uske haath me ek nayi novel hai — par uski aankhein us par nahi, aas paas ghoom rahi hain…
kisi chehre ko dhoondhti hui.
Kuch pal guzarte hain.
Aur tabhi —
wo ladka, wahi young reader, jo hamesha dusre corner me baithta hai,
andar aata hai, bag utarta hai, aur apni usual jagah par baith jaata hai.
Arti ka dil ek pal ke liye ruk jaata hai.
Wo bas halki si jhalak bhar dekhti hai — par usi jhalak me jaise kuch keh diya dono ne bina bole.
Wo ladka apni kitab kholta hai, par uski aankhein bhi aksar upar uth kar Arti ke direction me chali jaati hain.
Dono ke beech kuch seconds tak eye contact hota hai —
na muskurahat, na gesture, bas ek ankahi pehchaan.
Background me fan ki awaaz, paper ke palatne ki halki khan-khan aur
beech me ek invisible conversation chalti rehti hai dono ke beech —
ek taraf curiosity, doosri taraf hesitation.
Arti apna pallu thoda set karti hai, aankhon me ek sharamili jhijhak ke sath,
aur phir sir jhuka kar kitab me ghus jaati hai.
Wo ladka bhi pretend karta hai ki padh raha hai —
par dono jaante hain, wo ab ek dusre ke presence ko ignore kar nahi sakte.
Camera zoom out karta hai —
library ki shaanti me do alag-alag tables,
aur beech me ek naye jazbaat ka beech ankahi si khamoshi me boya jaa chuka hai.
Scene: College Canteen – Late Morning
Canteen me halki si bheed hai —
chai aur samose ki khushboo hawa me hai, students ki baatein, laughter aur kuch music phone speakers se baj raha hai.
Anisha ek corner table par bethi hai —
ek notebook khuli hui, pen haath me, lekin likh kuch nahi rahi.
Wo khidki ke bahar dekh rahi hoti hai,
shayd kabir ko.
Aur tabhi —
wo awaaz aati hai, “Excuse me, ye seat khaali hai?”
Anisha thoda chonk kar palat kar dekhti hai —
Kabir khada hai, haath me coffee cup, smile karte hue.
Anisha (thoda awkwardly):
“Uh… haan, haan, baith jao.”
Kabir muskurata hai aur baith jaata hai.
Kuch seconds tak dono ke beech ek ajeeb sa silence.
Phir Kabir casually bol padta hai —
Kabir:
humesha seminar me hi milogi ya mujhse milna boring lagta hai...
Anisha (attitude ke sath):
Sab logon ko boring lagta hoga... Mujhse kya puchh rahe ho
Kabir:
“Tum humesha serious hi rehti ho, ya bas mere samne pretend karti ho...
Anisha
Kisi or par try karna mittar... Yaha pighalne wala dil hi nahi hai.
Kabir shrug karta hai, “Padhai aur pyaar dono me kabhi interest nahi raha mujhe… bas attendance maintain karna hota hai.”
Anisha (thoda teasing tone me):
“To fir tum seminar me aaye hi kyun?”
Kabir:
“Tumhe dekhne.”
Anisha ka pen haath se gir jaata hai —
kabir ki aankho me sharaarat, Anisha ke chehre par ek blush.
Phir wo dono ek dusre ko dekhne lage, Kabir ki aankho me shararat or Anisha ki aankho me shayd ek irritation...
Background me canteen ki masti, un dono ke coffee cup ke beech me ek chhota sa connection ban chuka tha —
abhi dosti nahi, lekin uski shuruaat zarur.
Scene: Bank Office – Next Morning
Subah ka rush time.
Bank ke counter khule hue hain, customers line me.
Anushka apne cabin me hai, system on karte hue files arrange kar rahi hai.
Uske paas se Sumit guzarta hai — ek fake friendly smile ke saath.
Sumit (casually):
“Good morning, ma’am. Lagta hai kal raat bhi overtime maara?”
Anushka (without looking up):
“Work complete karna zaroori tha, Sumit. Deadlines kisi ka intezaar nahi karti.”
Sumit halka sarcastic tone me:
“Of course… aap jaise logon ke liye to promotion bhi intezaar nahi karta.”
Wo ye keh kar chala jaata hai, par Anushka ke chehre par ek uneasy expression.
She shakes her head, ignores him, aur apna system kholti hai.
Tabhi ek pop-up — “File Access Error”.
Uske ek report file ka naam change ho gaya hai, aur kuch data missing hai.
Anushka (murmuring):
“Ye kya… mainne to ye file kal night me backup ki thi.”
Wo backup folder kholti hai —
Ek note file open hoti hai jisme likha hai:
> “Trust no one in this bank. Not even your seniors.”
Anushka ki aankhen wide.
Wo turant file close karti hai, system check karti hai — kuch aur unusual nahi.
Phir ek corner me, cabin ke glass ke bahar — Jeevan ka reflection dikhai deta hai.
Wo door se calmly uske cabin ki taraf dekh raha hai,
ek halke smile ke saath.
Anushka usse dekhti hai,
Jeevan signal deta hai: “Meeting in 10 minutes.”
Aur chala jaata hai.
Anushka slowly apni diary kholti hai —
ek line likhti hai:
> “Someone’s watching me. But who?”
Screen fade —
background me soft tension music.
Scene end.
Scene: Ishani’s Restaurant – Early Evening
Restaurant ka soft jazzy music chal raha hai, tables par evening customers baithne lage hain.
Corner table par Ishani aur Humera baithi hain — coffee mugs ke beech files, notes aur ek tablet rakha hai.
Humera (focused tone me):
“Dekho, ab tak jo bhi information mili hai, wo incomplete hai.
Vicky ke last transaction ke baad se trace khatam ho gaya.
Anushka ne jo CCTV nikala hai, usse ek thread mil sakta hai—”
Ishani sirf half-sun rahi hai.
Uski aankhein baar-baar restaurant ke gate ki taraf ja rahi hain…
Aur tabhi — wo aata hai.
Tall, curly hair, denim jacket, shoulders par guitar ka case —
Ishani ka crush.
Gate se andar aate hi jaise hawa ka flow badal jaata hai.
Ishani ke chehre par ek halka smile aa jaata hai, uska pen haath se slip kar jaata hai.
Humera (abhi bhi apni baat me):
“…agar Vicky ke phone records mil jaayein to hum confirm kar sakte hain ki wo—”
Humera rukti hai.
Usse lagta hai Ishani unusually quiet hai.
Wo Ishani ki aankhon ke direction me dekhti hai… aur fir hansi rok nahi paati.
Humera (muskurate hue):
“Baat to main case ki kar rahi hoon,
par lagta hai madam detective kisi aur case me busy hain…”
Ishani jhat se sambhalti hai,
Ishani (halki si sharam ke saath):
“Arre… kuch nahi… bas… ek customer dekha tha pehle bhi aata hai yahan.”
Humera (teasing tone):
“Haan haan… customer hi to.
Lekin tumhara smile to ‘special service’ jaisa lag raha tha.”
Ishani aankhon se mana karti hai,
par uska dil ab bhi us ladke par atka hai —
jo ab counter par order kar raha hai,
aur be-khabar hai ke koi usse har din chhup-chhup ke dekhta hai.
Camera Ishani ke chehre par zoom —
wo humera ki baatein sun rahi hai,
par aankhen ab bhi usi par tikki hain.
Location: Ishani ke restaurant ka corner table.
Background me soft acoustic music baj raha hai.
Humera coffee ka sip leti hai, Ishani ab bhi us ladke ki taraf dekh rahi hoti hai —
wo ladka ab apni table par baith gaya hai, friends ke sath hansi-mazaak kar raha hai.
Humera (thoda tease karte hue):
“Bata na, kabse chal raha tum dono ka?”
Ishani turant aankhon me shock le aati hai —
Ishani (nervously):
“Kya? Kya chal raha?”
Humera (smile dabate hue):
“Arre wahi… jo aankhon aankhon me chal raha hai.
Main bhi ladki hoon Ishani, nazar ka matlab samajhti hoon.”
Ishani kuch nahi bolti.
Bas coffee stir karte hue table ki taraf dekhti rehti hai.
Uski aankhon me ek sharam aur halki si muskaan hai.
Humera (tone me halka seriousness laate hue):
“Toh… naraz ho kya ek dusre se?
Ya bas... door reh kar pasand karna pasand hai?”
Ishani ki aankhein ek pal ke liye us ladke par tik jaati hain…
phir wo dheere se bolti hai —
Ishani (softly):
“Na naraz hain, na kareeb… bas... keh nahi paayi kabhi.”
Humera ek second ke liye chup ho jaati hai, phir muskurati hai.
Humera (teasing tone me):
“Hmmm… baat to thodi pechida lagti hai.”
(thoda jhool kar bolti hai)
“Are bol de na Ishani, itna kya ghabrati hai?
Tu bole to main hi jaake bol du usse… kya naam hai uska?”
Ishani turant hansi ke saath haath badhakar Humera ka haath pakad leti hai,
“Are pagal hai kya tu? Mat bol kuch bhi!”
Dono ki hansi restaurant ke background music me mil jaati hai.
Camera thoda zoom out karta hai —
ek table par do dost, ek mission aur ek dil ke raaz ke beech kahani likh rahe hain.
Ishani ke chehre par ab bhi halki si muskaan hai,
lekin aankhon me ek halka darr bhi —
ke kahin wo ladka kabhi jaane, to kya samjhega?
Scene fade out.
Scene: Rahat ka ghar – Late Evening
Camera ek purane se ghar ke andar ghusta hai —
drawing room me ek purana fan ghoom raha hai,
TV par news chal rahi hai, volume full.
Imdad (baap) sofa par baitha hai, newspaper haath me,
lekin uski aankhein TV par chipki hui hain.
Har cheez par comment karne wali aadat ab bhi wahi.
Imdad (chillate hue):
“Dekha Rukhsana! Aaj kal ki ladkiyan bas muh utha ke bahar nikal jaati hain.
Na adaab, na sharam. Din bhar hawa khati hain, ghar ka dhyaan nahi!”
Rukhsana (maa) kitchen se awaz lagati hai —
“Bas, itna gussa mat karo Imdad. Rahat ne to subah se ek bhi break nahi liya.
RJ ke kaam me poora din bolti rehti hai, thoda aaram to karne do use.”
Imdad newspaper jor se patakta hai,
“Arre, aaram ka time sabke liye nahi hota!
Mujhe bhi kabhi aaram mila tha kya?”
Rahat apne kamre ke gate par khadi sab kuchh sun rahi hoti hai.
Uske chehre par ek ajeeb sa mix of guilt aur thakaan hai.
Uske haath me ek cup chai hai, lekin wo pee nahi rahi.
Tabhi Anish (bhai) kitchen se aata hai, maa ke haath se plate le kar Rahat ke paas aata hai.
Anish (normal tone me):
“Le behen, kuch kha le.
Aaj bhi kuch khaya nahi tune, mummy keh rahi thi.”
Rahat (muskurakar):
“Tu to bas mummy ka spokesman lagta hai har waqt.”
Anish (halki muskaan ke sath):
“Tu bhi to papa ke mood se darti hai har waqt.
Aakhir ghar me koi to balance rakhe.”
Dono ek pal ke liye aankhon me aankhon daal kar muskura dete hain.
Rahat ka chehra thoda relax hota hai,
lekin uske andar ka pressure ab bhi wahi hai —
ek aisi duniya me saans lena,
jahan har din usse samjha nahi, sirf tol liya jaata hai.
Camera dheere-dheere zoom out karta hai —
ek ghar jahan toxicity aur care ek hi chhat ke neeche rehte hain.
Scene fade out.
Scene: Late Night – Anisha ka Hostel Room
Kamra andhera hai, sirf ek dim light jal rahi hai study table par.
Table par kuch open books, half-written notes, ek pen —
aur ek half cup chai, jo ab thandi ho chuki hai.
Anisha bed par bethi hoti hai, knees apni chest ke paas liye,
khidki ke bahar dekh rahi hoti hai.
Bahar hostel ka corridor light jal raha hai,
lekin uske kamre me sirf khamoshi hai.
Background me ek halki si sad instrumental music — piano aur rain-like ambience.
Uske chehre par thakaan nahi,
ek purani udaasi hai —
wo udaasi jo waqt ke sath kam nahi hoti, bas aadat ban jaati hai.
Anisha halki awaaz me khud se bolti hai —
“Sabke paas koi na koi hota hai...
mujhe lagta hai maine sabko pehle hi kho diya.”
Uski aankhon me aansu bharne lagte hain.
Table par rakhi ek purani photo frame par uski nazar padti hai —
uske maa-baap aur chhoti si Anisha ki muskurati tasveer.
Wo frame uthati hai, ungli se uske glass ko saaf karti hai,
fir uske honth se ek thandi si saans nikalti hai.
“Kaash tum dono ab bhi hote…”
Ek halki si muskurahat —
wo muskurahat jo aansuon ke beech bhi dil ko thoda sambhal leti hai.
Wo frame apne seene se lagati hai,
bed par let jaati hai, aankhen band karti hai,
lekin uske galle se aansu be-awaaz behte rehte hain.
Thodi der me wo rote-rote hi so jaati hai.
Camera dheere-dheere zoom out karta hai —
Hostel ke kamre me sirf ek saans lene ki halki si aahat bachi hoti hai.
Fade out.
Scene: Behen_Code Group Video Call — Night Time
Screen par ek ke baad ek camera feed connect hoti hai —
Arti apne bedroom me, abhi library ka kaam khatam karke;
Rahat apne radio show ke baad make-up remove kar rahi hai;
Ishaani restaurant se directly connect karti hai — apron abhi tak pehna hua;
Anisha apne hostel ke study desk par bethi hai, aur
Anushka apne laptop ke saamne, ek file open karke, serious nazar se dekhti hai.
?Anushka (steady voice):
“Guys… mujhe lagta hai, finally hume kuch mil gaya hai.”
Sab ek saath alert ho jaati hain.
Arti: “Kya mila, Anushka?”
Anushka: “Bank ke CCTV system me last week ek glitch hua tha… maine manually check kiya. Aur dekho, ye clip wahi ke ek camera ka hai.”
Wo share screen karti hai.
Video me — ek grey sedan bank ke gate ke bahar rukti hai.
Thodi der ke liye ek aadmi car se nikalta hai — camera me thoda blur hai, par face recognizable hai.
Ishaani (aankhen faila kar): “Wait—ye to…”
Rahat (slowly): “Vicky…”
Room me ek dum se silence chha jaata hai.
Sirf video ke background sound me cars aur horns sunai dete hain.
Anisha: “Ye kab ka footage hai?”
Anushka: “Pichle Monday ka. Exactly do din pehle jab Humera ki dadi ka accident hua tha.”
Arti: “Matlab wo bank ke paas tha? Same time par?”
Anushka (nod karte hue): “Haan. Ye coincidence nahi lagta mujhe.”
Rahat: “Hume ye clip immediately lawyer ko bhejna chahiye. Ye prove kar sakta hai ki wo wahan tha.”
Ishaani: “Main Humera ko call karti hoon… usse bataate hain.”
Lekin Arti kehti hai —
“Ruko, pehle isse backup kar lo. Aise hi evidence galti se delete ya hack ho sakta hai.”
Anushka (professional calm):
“Already done. Teen jagah save kiya hai. Ek copy mere personal drive me, ek encrypted file me, aur ek offline hard disk me.”
Group ke sab members ek second ke liye chup rehte hain — unke chehre par ek hi emotion: hope.
Phir Rahat halki si muskurahat ke sath kehti hai,
“Lagta hai Behen_Code ne phir ek strong move khel diya hai.”
Screen par sabke faces lighten ho jaate hain — ek chhoti si jeet ke baad waali confident smile.
Video call end hoti hai, par background me wahi CCTV frame zoom in hota hai —
Vicky camera me seedha nahi dekhta, lekin uska shadow bilkul clear hota hai.
Scene ek dramatic pause ke sath fade out ho jaata hai.
Rahat’s Bedroom — Late Night
Rahat apne radio show ke baad ghar laut chuki hai.
Room me sirf ek dim light jal rahi hai.
Desk par mic, headphones, aur coffee ka adha khali mug pada hai.
Kuch der baad, wo apne balcony ka curtain khol kar bahar chali jaati hai.
Hawa halki thandi hai, sadak ke kinare streetlight ka peela ujala chamak raha hai.
Niche se ek cycle wala guzarta hai, door koi kutta bhonkta hai — aur sab fir shaant ho jaata hai.
Rahat railing par dono haath tikati hai, aasman ki taraf dekhti hai…
aur ek halki muskurahat ke sath kehti hai:
> “Tum keh ke gaye the, Rahat… mic ke saamne kabhi darr mat dikhana.
Log hasenge, to unke saath has lena… par rona sirf hawa me karna.”
Jaise hi ye lafz nikalte hain, camera dheere se blur hota hai —
aur flashback me cut hota hai.
---
FLASHBACK — Radio Station (3 saal pehle)
Ek energetic office environment. Posters, mics, laughter, background me music.
Aur beech me ek young man — Sameer — confident, charming, RJ tone me baat kar raha hai.
Uske saamne nervous si Rahat, pehli baar internship ke interview ke liye aayi hoti hai.
Sameer (smiling):
“Tumhara naam? Rahat, right? Waise naam ke hisaab se tum thodi serious lag rahi ho.”
Rahat awkwardly smile karti hai.
Rahat: “Sir, actually thoda nervous hoon…”
Sameer: “Sir nahi — bas Sameer. Yahan hum sab mic ke dost hain, boss ke nahi.”
Uske baad dono ke beech chhoti chhoti baatein hoti hain —
music taste, radio topics, life ke viewpoints.
Aur dheere-dheere wo mentor aur mentee ka rishta ban jaata hai.
Ek short montage —
Sameer mic ke piche usse guide karta hua,
dono coffee machine ke paas hansi-mazaak karte hue,
aur ek din Sameer usse kehta hai —
“Tumhari awaaz me wo feel hai, jisse log apna dard bhool jaate hain.”
---
Back to Present
Balcony me khadi Rahat ke chehre par ek aansu aa jaata hai,
lekin wo turant muskurahat me badal deti hai.
Wo aankh band karke halki si khilkhilahat nikalti hai — jaise koi purani yaad se mazaak kar rahi ho.
> “Aaj bhi mic ke saamne dar lagta hai, Sameer…
Par tumhare jaise mentor fir nahi mila.”
Camera uske chehre ke close-up par rukta hai —
wind me uske baal udd rahe hain, aur background me uske show ki awaaz halki si goonjti hai:
> “Ye thi aapki Rahat, jo dilon tak awaaz pahucha deti hai…”
Scene: Gyaan Ganga Library – Next Morning
Suraj ki halki kirne library ke sheeshe se andar aa rahi hain.
Shelf ke darmiyan ek sukoon bhari khamoshi hai, sirf paper ke page palatne ki halki si awaaz.
Arti apni usual jagah par bethi hai — ek corner table jahan se puri library dikhti hai.
Aaj uske chehre par ek mild smile hai, jaise kal ki thakaan ab kisi aur ehsaas me badal gayi ho.
Uske haath me ek nayi novel hai — par uski aankhein us par nahi, aas paas ghoom rahi hain…
kisi chehre ko dhoondhti hui.
Kuch pal guzarte hain.
Aur tabhi —
wo ladka, wahi young reader, jo hamesha dusre corner me baithta hai,
andar aata hai, bag utarta hai, aur apni usual jagah par baith jaata hai.
Arti ka dil ek pal ke liye ruk jaata hai.
Wo bas halki si jhalak bhar dekhti hai — par usi jhalak me jaise kuch keh diya dono ne bina bole.
Wo ladka apni kitab kholta hai, par uski aankhein bhi aksar upar uth kar Arti ke direction me chali jaati hain.
Dono ke beech kuch seconds tak eye contact hota hai —
na muskurahat, na gesture, bas ek ankahi pehchaan.
Background me fan ki awaaz, paper ke palatne ki halki khan-khan aur
beech me ek invisible conversation chalti rehti hai dono ke beech —
ek taraf curiosity, doosri taraf hesitation.
Arti apna pallu thoda set karti hai, aankhon me ek sharamili jhijhak ke sath,
aur phir sir jhuka kar kitab me ghus jaati hai.
Wo ladka bhi pretend karta hai ki padh raha hai —
par dono jaante hain, wo ab ek dusre ke presence ko ignore kar nahi sakte.
Camera zoom out karta hai —
library ki shaanti me do alag-alag tables,
aur beech me ek naye jazbaat ka beech ankahi si khamoshi me boya jaa chuka hai.
Scene: College Canteen – Late Morning
Canteen me halki si bheed hai —
chai aur samose ki khushboo hawa me hai, students ki baatein, laughter aur kuch music phone speakers se baj raha hai.
Anisha ek corner table par bethi hai —
ek notebook khuli hui, pen haath me, lekin likh kuch nahi rahi.
Wo khidki ke bahar dekh rahi hoti hai,
shayd kabir ko.
Aur tabhi —
wo awaaz aati hai, “Excuse me, ye seat khaali hai?”
Anisha thoda chonk kar palat kar dekhti hai —
Kabir khada hai, haath me coffee cup, smile karte hue.
Anisha (thoda awkwardly):
“Uh… haan, haan, baith jao.”
Kabir muskurata hai aur baith jaata hai.
Kuch seconds tak dono ke beech ek ajeeb sa silence.
Phir Kabir casually bol padta hai —
Kabir:
humesha seminar me hi milogi ya mujhse milna boring lagta hai...
Anisha (attitude ke sath):
Sab logon ko boring lagta hoga... Mujhse kya puchh rahe ho
Kabir:
“Tum humesha serious hi rehti ho, ya bas mere samne pretend karti ho...
Anisha
Kisi or par try karna mittar... Yaha pighalne wala dil hi nahi hai.
Kabir shrug karta hai, “Padhai aur pyaar dono me kabhi interest nahi raha mujhe… bas attendance maintain karna hota hai.”
Anisha (thoda teasing tone me):
“To fir tum seminar me aaye hi kyun?”
Kabir:
“Tumhe dekhne.”
Anisha ka pen haath se gir jaata hai —
kabir ki aankho me sharaarat, Anisha ke chehre par ek blush.
Phir wo dono ek dusre ko dekhne lage, Kabir ki aankho me shararat or Anisha ki aankho me shayd ek irritation...
Background me canteen ki masti, un dono ke coffee cup ke beech me ek chhota sa connection ban chuka tha —
abhi dosti nahi, lekin uski shuruaat zarur.
Scene: Bank Office – Next Morning
Subah ka rush time.
Bank ke counter khule hue hain, customers line me.
Anushka apne cabin me hai, system on karte hue files arrange kar rahi hai.
Uske paas se Sumit guzarta hai — ek fake friendly smile ke saath.
Sumit (casually):
“Good morning, ma’am. Lagta hai kal raat bhi overtime maara?”
Anushka (without looking up):
“Work complete karna zaroori tha, Sumit. Deadlines kisi ka intezaar nahi karti.”
Sumit halka sarcastic tone me:
“Of course… aap jaise logon ke liye to promotion bhi intezaar nahi karta.”
Wo ye keh kar chala jaata hai, par Anushka ke chehre par ek uneasy expression.
She shakes her head, ignores him, aur apna system kholti hai.
Tabhi ek pop-up — “File Access Error”.
Uske ek report file ka naam change ho gaya hai, aur kuch data missing hai.
Anushka (murmuring):
“Ye kya… mainne to ye file kal night me backup ki thi.”
Wo backup folder kholti hai —
Ek note file open hoti hai jisme likha hai:
> “Trust no one in this bank. Not even your seniors.”
Anushka ki aankhen wide.
Wo turant file close karti hai, system check karti hai — kuch aur unusual nahi.
Phir ek corner me, cabin ke glass ke bahar — Jeevan ka reflection dikhai deta hai.
Wo door se calmly uske cabin ki taraf dekh raha hai,
ek halke smile ke saath.
Anushka usse dekhti hai,
Jeevan signal deta hai: “Meeting in 10 minutes.”
Aur chala jaata hai.
Anushka slowly apni diary kholti hai —
ek line likhti hai:
> “Someone’s watching me. But who?”
Screen fade —
background me soft tension music.
Scene end.
Scene: Ishani’s Restaurant – Early Evening
Restaurant ka soft jazzy music chal raha hai, tables par evening customers baithne lage hain.
Corner table par Ishani aur Humera baithi hain — coffee mugs ke beech files, notes aur ek tablet rakha hai.
Humera (focused tone me):
“Dekho, ab tak jo bhi information mili hai, wo incomplete hai.
Vicky ke last transaction ke baad se trace khatam ho gaya.
Anushka ne jo CCTV nikala hai, usse ek thread mil sakta hai—”
Ishani sirf half-sun rahi hai.
Uski aankhein baar-baar restaurant ke gate ki taraf ja rahi hain…
Aur tabhi — wo aata hai.
Tall, curly hair, denim jacket, shoulders par guitar ka case —
Ishani ka crush.
Gate se andar aate hi jaise hawa ka flow badal jaata hai.
Ishani ke chehre par ek halka smile aa jaata hai, uska pen haath se slip kar jaata hai.
Humera (abhi bhi apni baat me):
“…agar Vicky ke phone records mil jaayein to hum confirm kar sakte hain ki wo—”
Humera rukti hai.
Usse lagta hai Ishani unusually quiet hai.
Wo Ishani ki aankhon ke direction me dekhti hai… aur fir hansi rok nahi paati.
Humera (muskurate hue):
“Baat to main case ki kar rahi hoon,
par lagta hai madam detective kisi aur case me busy hain…”
Ishani jhat se sambhalti hai,
Ishani (halki si sharam ke saath):
“Arre… kuch nahi… bas… ek customer dekha tha pehle bhi aata hai yahan.”
Humera (teasing tone):
“Haan haan… customer hi to.
Lekin tumhara smile to ‘special service’ jaisa lag raha tha.”
Ishani aankhon se mana karti hai,
par uska dil ab bhi us ladke par atka hai —
jo ab counter par order kar raha hai,
aur be-khabar hai ke koi usse har din chhup-chhup ke dekhta hai.
Camera Ishani ke chehre par zoom —
wo humera ki baatein sun rahi hai,
par aankhen ab bhi usi par tikki hain.
Location: Ishani ke restaurant ka corner table.
Background me soft acoustic music baj raha hai.
Humera coffee ka sip leti hai, Ishani ab bhi us ladke ki taraf dekh rahi hoti hai —
wo ladka ab apni table par baith gaya hai, friends ke sath hansi-mazaak kar raha hai.
Humera (thoda tease karte hue):
“Bata na, kabse chal raha tum dono ka?”
Ishani turant aankhon me shock le aati hai —
Ishani (nervously):
“Kya? Kya chal raha?”
Humera (smile dabate hue):
“Arre wahi… jo aankhon aankhon me chal raha hai.
Main bhi ladki hoon Ishani, nazar ka matlab samajhti hoon.”
Ishani kuch nahi bolti.
Bas coffee stir karte hue table ki taraf dekhti rehti hai.
Uski aankhon me ek sharam aur halki si muskaan hai.
Humera (tone me halka seriousness laate hue):
“Toh… naraz ho kya ek dusre se?
Ya bas... door reh kar pasand karna pasand hai?”
Ishani ki aankhein ek pal ke liye us ladke par tik jaati hain…
phir wo dheere se bolti hai —
Ishani (softly):
“Na naraz hain, na kareeb… bas... keh nahi paayi kabhi.”
Humera ek second ke liye chup ho jaati hai, phir muskurati hai.
Humera (teasing tone me):
“Hmmm… baat to thodi pechida lagti hai.”
(thoda jhool kar bolti hai)
“Are bol de na Ishani, itna kya ghabrati hai?
Tu bole to main hi jaake bol du usse… kya naam hai uska?”
Ishani turant hansi ke saath haath badhakar Humera ka haath pakad leti hai,
“Are pagal hai kya tu? Mat bol kuch bhi!”
Dono ki hansi restaurant ke background music me mil jaati hai.
Camera thoda zoom out karta hai —
ek table par do dost, ek mission aur ek dil ke raaz ke beech kahani likh rahe hain.
Ishani ke chehre par ab bhi halki si muskaan hai,
lekin aankhon me ek halka darr bhi —
ke kahin wo ladka kabhi jaane, to kya samjhega?
Scene fade out.
Scene: Rahat ka ghar – Late Evening
Camera ek purane se ghar ke andar ghusta hai —
drawing room me ek purana fan ghoom raha hai,
TV par news chal rahi hai, volume full.
Imdad (baap) sofa par baitha hai, newspaper haath me,
lekin uski aankhein TV par chipki hui hain.
Har cheez par comment karne wali aadat ab bhi wahi.
Imdad (chillate hue):
“Dekha Rukhsana! Aaj kal ki ladkiyan bas muh utha ke bahar nikal jaati hain.
Na adaab, na sharam. Din bhar hawa khati hain, ghar ka dhyaan nahi!”
Rukhsana (maa) kitchen se awaz lagati hai —
“Bas, itna gussa mat karo Imdad. Rahat ne to subah se ek bhi break nahi liya.
RJ ke kaam me poora din bolti rehti hai, thoda aaram to karne do use.”
Imdad newspaper jor se patakta hai,
“Arre, aaram ka time sabke liye nahi hota!
Mujhe bhi kabhi aaram mila tha kya?”
Rahat apne kamre ke gate par khadi sab kuchh sun rahi hoti hai.
Uske chehre par ek ajeeb sa mix of guilt aur thakaan hai.
Uske haath me ek cup chai hai, lekin wo pee nahi rahi.
Tabhi Anish (bhai) kitchen se aata hai, maa ke haath se plate le kar Rahat ke paas aata hai.
Anish (normal tone me):
“Le behen, kuch kha le.
Aaj bhi kuch khaya nahi tune, mummy keh rahi thi.”
Rahat (muskurakar):
“Tu to bas mummy ka spokesman lagta hai har waqt.”
Anish (halki muskaan ke sath):
“Tu bhi to papa ke mood se darti hai har waqt.
Aakhir ghar me koi to balance rakhe.”
Dono ek pal ke liye aankhon me aankhon daal kar muskura dete hain.
Rahat ka chehra thoda relax hota hai,
lekin uske andar ka pressure ab bhi wahi hai —
ek aisi duniya me saans lena,
jahan har din usse samjha nahi, sirf tol liya jaata hai.
Camera dheere-dheere zoom out karta hai —
ek ghar jahan toxicity aur care ek hi chhat ke neeche rehte hain.
Scene fade out.
Scene: Late Night – Anisha ka Hostel Room
Kamra andhera hai, sirf ek dim light jal rahi hai study table par.
Table par kuch open books, half-written notes, ek pen —
aur ek half cup chai, jo ab thandi ho chuki hai.
Anisha bed par bethi hoti hai, knees apni chest ke paas liye,
khidki ke bahar dekh rahi hoti hai.
Bahar hostel ka corridor light jal raha hai,
lekin uske kamre me sirf khamoshi hai.
Background me ek halki si sad instrumental music — piano aur rain-like ambience.
Uske chehre par thakaan nahi,
ek purani udaasi hai —
wo udaasi jo waqt ke sath kam nahi hoti, bas aadat ban jaati hai.
Anisha halki awaaz me khud se bolti hai —
“Sabke paas koi na koi hota hai...
mujhe lagta hai maine sabko pehle hi kho diya.”
Uski aankhon me aansu bharne lagte hain.
Table par rakhi ek purani photo frame par uski nazar padti hai —
uske maa-baap aur chhoti si Anisha ki muskurati tasveer.
Wo frame uthati hai, ungli se uske glass ko saaf karti hai,
fir uske honth se ek thandi si saans nikalti hai.
“Kaash tum dono ab bhi hote…”
Ek halki si muskurahat —
wo muskurahat jo aansuon ke beech bhi dil ko thoda sambhal leti hai.
Wo frame apne seene se lagati hai,
bed par let jaati hai, aankhen band karti hai,
lekin uske galle se aansu be-awaaz behte rehte hain.
Thodi der me wo rote-rote hi so jaati hai.
Camera dheere-dheere zoom out karta hai —
Hostel ke kamre me sirf ek saans lene ki halki si aahat bachi hoti hai.
Fade out.
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