15-12-2025, 01:21 AM
Update 21
Dim lighted studio. Sirf console ke button aur red “ON AIR” light chamak rahi hai.
Mic ke saamne Rahat, nervous si, pehli baar live show kar rahi hai.
Uske haath me script hai, lekin awaaz thodi kaamp rahi hai.
Uske piche se ek naram si awaaz aati hai —
> “Deep breath, Rahat… mic tumhara dushman nahi, dost hai.”
Wo Sameer tha — calm, confident, charm se bhara hua.
White shirt, rolled-up sleeves, aur aankhon me ek soothing confidence.
Rahat use dekhti hai, halki si muskuraati hai, aur mic ke paas jaati hai.
> Sameer (halki hansi ke saath): “Bas dil se bolo. Script mat padho, dil padho.”
Rahat: “Agar galti ho gayi to?”
Sameer: “To main hoon na, cover kar lunga. Par tu apni awaaz pe bharosa kar.”
Background me soft instrumental music bajta hai.
Rahat mic on karti hai, aur uski awaaz hawaon me goonjti hai —
narmi, hesitation, aur sachchai ka ek perfect mix.
> “Good evening listeners… yeh hai Radio Rang aur main hoon aapki Rahat…”
Sameer piche se dekhta hai, uske chehre par ek proud smile.
Show ke baad jab mic off hota hai, Sameer clap karta hai —
> “Dekha? Kaha tha na… awaaz me jaadu hai tumhare.”
Rahat sharma jaati hai, kuch keh nahi paati.
Bas ek pal ke liye dono ke beech ek silent chemistry ka moment.
Studio ke bahar city ke light glow kar rahe hain,
aur background me Sameer ki awaaz gunjti hai —
> “Kabhi kabhi, Rahat, awaaz se zyada dil sunai deta hai…”
(Flashback fade out — camera Rahat ke present face par aata hai,
wo balcony me baithi hai, hawa uske baal uda rahi hai… aankhon me thoda dard aur ek chhupi si muskurahat.)
INT. ARTI & ABHISHEK’S BEDROOM – NIGHT
Room mein soft yellow light jal rahi hai. Khidki se thoda chandni ka noor andar aa raha hai. Arti ne aaj kuch zyada hi khubsurat dress pehni hai — wohi jo subah choose ki thi, wohi jisme uske chehre par ek confident glow aa gaya tha.
Darwaza khulne ki awaaz aati hai — Abhishek ghar laut aaya hai. Tie loose, shirt ke button khule hue, par uski aankhon mein din bhar ki thakan se zyada excitement hai.
Arti (slow smile ke saath)
"Aaj to bahut der kar di aapne..."
Abhishek (smirking)
"Traffic nahi... suspense tha, tumhare surprise ka."
Woh apna coat sofa par phenka, seedha Arti ke paas aaya. Arti halka sa peeche hatti, lekin aankhon se ab bhi usse dekhti rahi. Abhishek uske paas rukta hai, dono ke beech sirf saans ki doori reh gayi.
Kuch pal ke liye dono chup ho jaate hain — sirf unke dilon ki dhadkanein sunai deti hain.
Abhishek apne haath se Arti ke baal peechhe karta hai, uske kaan ke paas kuch dheere se bolta hai, wohi naughty line jo subah kaha tha.
Arti ke gaal halki si laali se bhar jaate hain.
Woh aankhen neeche kar leti hai, phir ek pal ke liye unhe utha kar kehti hai —
Arti (teasing tone me)
"To fir surprise sirf mera hi kyu ho?"
Abhishek muskura padta hai. Arti lamp ki roshni kam kar deti hai — kamra ab halki roshni mein dhal jaata hai.
Camera unke haathon par rukta hai — ek haath dusre haath ko pakadta hai, dheere se dono ek dusre ke kareeb aate hain.
Music fade in hota hai
Curtain hawa se halkasa hilta hai... aur screen dheere se dark ho jaati hai.
Arti Abhishek ki aankho me sexy tarike se dekhti hai or fir apne ghutno par chali jati hai... Abhishek jo room me lamp dekh raha tha, ekdam se Arti ke niche bethne par dekhta hai to kuch der ke liye shock hota hai or fir jab Arti apne baal piche le jakar bandhti hai to Abhishek ko andaza ho jata hai ki uski personal bitch ab kya karne wali hai...
Arti Abhishek ke pent ke hook ko kholne lagti hai or Abhishek bhi uski puri madad karta hai.... Abhishek Arti ke baalo ko support deta hai or Arti dekhte hi dekhte Abhishek ki pant uske ghutno tak kar deti hai, or fir apni nazuk,lambi ungaliyaa Abhishek ke underwear par uske lund ke paas ferne lagti hai... Abhishek Arti ke hatho ke touch se ab garam hone lagta hai or Arti ko bhi uske lode ne bulge nazar aata hua dikhai deta hai... Abhishek ka lund ab jagne lagta hai jo uske frenchy underwear me fool kar mota hone lagta hai... Arti apne dono hatho se Abhishek ka underwear bhi usse alag kar deti hai....
Or Abhishek ka mota uncut loda uchhal kar Arti ke samne salaami dene lagta hai... Arti uske lode ko pakad kar aage pichhe karne lagti hai or usko foreskin se uska lund bahar nikal leti hai... Fir Arti der na karte huye apne komal hontho se Abhishek ke lund par kiss karti hai, is kiss se Abhishek ka bhala or jyada fufkarne lagta hai... Arti ab apne komal red lipstick wale hontho me Abhishek ka garam garam lund rakhti hai, or us par apne hontho ki puri pakad bana kar apna sir aage pichhe karne lagti hai... Abhishek bhi apni aankhein band kar leta hai or fir Arti apni speed badha deti hai...
Arti is mahol ko or jyada kamuk banane ke liye apni saree ka pallu jo uske shoulder se pin ki madad se attach tha, Arti jhat se apne hatho se us pin ko bhi khol deti hai or seconds me hi Arti ka pallu uske shoulder se hota hua niche zameen par aa jata hai.... Abhishek jab is nazare ko dekhta hai to uski excitement or jyada badh jati hai... Ariel view se use Arti ke kadak shape wale tight boobs ka nazara milta hai... Or Abhishek bhi ab Arti ka sir aage pichhe karne laga tha apne lode par.... Abhishek ke kaam ko khatm karne ke liye Arti apna akhiri daanv chalti hai or Abhishek ke tatte sehlane lagti hai,,... Abhishek ko butterfly feeling aati hai or uske muh se siskiya tej ho jati hai or Arti isi moke ka fayda utha kar Abhishek ka loda deep gale tak ghusa leti hai, or Abhishek is hamle ke liye tayar nahi tha or ek tez garma garam pichkari uske gale se hote huye sidha uske muh me utar jati hai Abhishek ke virya ki... Arti ek ek karke uski har ek boond pine lagti hai, koi aadhe minute tak Abhishek ka sher Arti ki mukhgufa me apna maal nikalta raha... Or Abhishek bhi tej tej saanso se jhadne lagta hai... Virya ki aakhiri boond tak Arti pi jati hai or Thodi hi der me Abhishek ki saansein normal hoti hai or uske chehre par ek relief wali smile aa jati hai....
Abhishek ke chehre par Apni Arti ke liye ek thanks or shocking surprise wali smile thi...
Arti bhi Abhishek ko ek aankh marti hai or wapas khade hokar apna pallu sahi karti hai or Abhishek ko ek aankh marti hai...
Abhishek Arti ko apni baahon me khinch leta hai or dono ek smooch karte hai...
Arti Abhishek ki baaho se chhot kar
mirror ke samne beth kar apna touch up pura karti hai, or Abhishek bhi apne kapde pehanne lagta hai
Scene: Late Night – Anisha’s Hostel
Clock dikhata hai — 11:47 PM.
Corridor ke fluorescent lights blink kar rahe hain, aur girls’ hostel me ek ajeeb sa hungama hai.
Kisi room se zor-zor hasne ki awaaz, kahin kisi ka “arre light off kar na yaar!”
Aur beech me — Anisha apne bed par bethi, apni textbook band karti hai.
Uske door ke bahar se kuchh ladkiyon ki awaaz aati hai —
“Oye Anisha, tu bahar aa na! Kabir ka naam leke poori wing pagal ho gayi hai!”
Anisha ek second ke liye freeze hoti hai.
Halki si awkward smile ke sath, khidki ke paas jaake dekhne lagti hai — neeche hostel ke lawn me kuch students ghoom rahe hain, kahin se guitar ki halki sound aa rahi hai.
Wo kuchh bolti nahi, bas uske chehre pe thoda interest, thoda embarrassment, aur thoda curiosity hai.
Camera uske face par zoom karta hai — uske lips par ek chhoti si muskaan aati hai,
aur background me uski roommate cheekh ke kehti hai —
“Oye love story shuru hone wali lagti hai!”
Lights dim ho jaati hain — scene cut to black.
Scene: Arti & Abhishek – Party Night
Camera mirror reflection me Arti ko dikhata hai — red saree, subtle perfume, lips pe light gloss aur aankhon me sharmaahat ka blend.
Abhishek black blazer me ready hota hai aur peechhe se aake Arti ke kandhe par hath rakhta hai.
Abhishek (hans kar) – “Madam, aaj to lagta hai log mujhe nahi, aapko dekhke jealous honge.”
Arti (mirror me dekhte hue) – “Bas, zyada taarif mat karo, mujhe already late ho raha hai.”
Abhishek uske kaan ke paas jhukta hai, halki si muskuraahat ke sath kehta hai,
“Late hone ka reason bhi tum ho, aur excuse bhi.”
Arti aankhon se usse “chup raho” wala signal deti hai, lekin dono ke chehre par ek playful spark hai.
Wo dono apni car me baithte hain — backseat me ek chhoti gift box rakhi hai, jise Arti ne host ke liye pack kiya tha.
Camera slow motion me Arti ke chehre par zoom karta hai — window se aati party lights uske face par blink kar rahi hain…
Aur background me soft instrumental track — “Ishq wala love” jaisa mellow mood.
Scene: Party Night – A City Club, Around 10:30 PM
Lights blink kar rahe hain, DJ booth se EDM beats nikal rahe hain, aur dance floor pe log groove kar rahe hain — poora vibe glamorous, energetic aur thoda tipsy hai.
Glass clinks, laughter, aur perfumes ke mixed fragrance ke beech — Arti aur Abhishek entry lete hain.
Arti ne deep wine-coloured saree pehni hai, soft curls me khuli zulfein, aur uske chehre pe ek natural glow.
Abhishek ne black blazer pehna hai — confident, charming, aur clearly proud of the woman beside him.
Host (Muskaan ke tone me):
“Arre Arti! Abhishek! Tum log aa gaye, party ab complete hui!”
(Thodi formal hug, thoda laughter)
Arti aur Abhishek hosts se milte hain, couple friends ke sath thoda chit-chat hoti hai, ek-do rounds of drink order hota hai.
Music slow shift hota hai — aur dono ek corner table pe baith jaate hain, light kam hai, ambience warm.
Abhishek apna glass uthata hai —
“Toh madam… aaj ka surprise kaisa tha?”
(Uske tone me naughty teasing)
Arti apne lips par ek halka sa smile rok nahi paati.
Wo aankhon se hi kehti hai — “Bas karo yaar, abhi yahan nahi.”
Abhishek leaned in, aur thoda close hokar kehta hai —
“Sach kahun to mujhe laga hi nahi tha meri biwi itni… creative ho sakti hai.”
(Uski aankhen thodi tipsy, thoda mischievous)
Arti use aankhon se hi samjhati hai — “Shhh, koi sun lega…”
Wo apna glass table pe rakhti hai aur ek deep breath leti hai, but uske chehre pe blush clearly visible hai.
Abhishek fir muskurata hai aur bolta hai —
“Aaj tumhe dekh kar lag raha hai main fir se tumse pyaar kar raha hoon, Arti. Tumhara ye look… ye elegance… aur wo smile — deadly combo.”
Arti kuch keh nahi paati, sirf usse dekhti rehti hai.
DJ ke bass ke beech unke beech ek chhoti si khamoshi — romantic aur warm.
Bas itna difference tha —
Aaj Abhishek ke words me pyar ke saath saath ek thodi si nasha bhi tha.
Wo clearly thoda zyada pee chuka tha.
Scene: Party Night – Ladies Washroom, Same Time
Party hall ke bass-heavy beats washroom tak halki si vibration bana rahe the. Arti ne mirror ke paas ja kar apne hair thik kiye, thoda lipstick touch-up, aur ek deep breath li. She was smiling — ek peaceful, content moment tha uske liye.
Lekin tabhi, uske kaan me ek ladki ki cheekh padi — patli si, darr se bhari hui.
Arti turant palti.
Washroom ke corner wale section me — ek ladka ek ladki ko zid se pakad raha tha, uske haath chhudaane ki koshish me ladki ro rahi thi.
Ladki (toot-te hue voice me): “Chhodo mujhe! I said no!”
Arti ke pair ek pal ke liye jam gaye, phir reflex se wo daudi us taraf.
“Hey! Kya kar rahe ho tum!” — uski awaaz gusse aur shock se bhari thi.
Lekin uske pahunchne se pehle hi, ek aur shadow kahin se aayi —
ek ladka, sharp jawline, light stubble, aur uski aankhon me seedha gussa.
Usne seedha us attacker ke chehre par punch maara.
Ek second ke liye sab freeze ho gaya —
phir shor, gaaliyan, aur push-and-pull ki awazein goonj gayi.
Attacker: “Tu kaun hota hai be beech me bolne wala!”
Ladka: “Jo tujhe roke… wohi kaafi hai!”
Ek aur dhakka, ek aur thappad — aur washroom ke floor pe ek glass gir kar toot gaya.
Arti ne turant us ladki ko pakad kar ek side khinch liya, “Bas, tu mere saath reh, dar mat.”
Ladki ro rahi thi, uska mascara beh chuka tha.
Arti ne uske shoulders pakad kar kaha, “Sab theek hai, main hoon yahan.”
Attacker ne ek aur gaali di, phir dar ke mare washroom ka door tod kar bhaag gaya.
Sirf Arti, wo ladki, aur wo ladka reh gaye the — ek shattered silence me.
Scene Continue — Party Night, Washroom ke Bahar
Ladki ab bhi thoda ro rahi thi, Arti ne use tissue diya aur water tap se uske haath dho diye.
Uske baad Arti apni nazar us ladke ki taraf le gayi — jo ab apni shirt ka collar sahi kar raha tha, haath me chhoti si chot thi.
Arti ek kadam aage badhti hai… phir ruk jaati hai.
Uska chehra ek pal ke liye shock me jam gaya.
Wo aankhen, wo confident posture, wo halki si muskaan…
Arti ne turant pehchaan liya.
“Tummm...” — Arti ke lips se bas itna hi nikal paya.
Wo wahi ladka tha jo roz library me aata tha, aur har baar books lene ke bahane uske chehre ko dekhta rehta tha.
Wo nazre… jo chhupkar bhi sab kuch keh jaati thi.
Ladka bhi usse dekh kar halka sa muskuraya — ek calm, knowing smile.
Lekin bolne se pehle hi, wo ladki — jo attack se bach gayi thi — bich me bol padi:
“Thanks bhaiya… aaj agar aap nahi hote to main to…”
Uski awaaz bhar aayi thi.
Ladke ne turant kaha, “Arey, sab theek hai. Tumhe kuch nahi hua na?”
Wo ladki sir hila kar haan karti hai, aur Arti use gently bahar le jaati hai.
Washroom ke door ke paas aate hue Arti ek baar fir murti hai…
Wo ladka ab bhi wahi khada tha, mirror ke paas, apne knuckles dekhte hue.
Uski aankhon me ab bhi wahi silence aur shiddat thi — jaise har baat aankhon se keh dene ki aadat ho usse.
Arti usse dekhti hai, uske hothon pe ek halki si muskaan aati hai,
lekin wo kuch kehti nahi — bas aankhon se thank you keh kar waha se nikal jaati hai.
Background me music fir se loud hota hai —
party ke colors ke beech Arti ke dil me ek anokha mix tha —
shock, gratitude… aur ek chhupi hui dhadkan.
Scene — Girls Hostel, Late Night Chaos
Hostel ke corridor me shor macha hua tha — laughter, sitiyaan, aur shoes ki tapping ke awaz har taraf goonj rahi thi.
Anisha ne apni book band ki, thoda irritate hokar bed se uthi, aur door ke paas jaakar dekha.
Jaise hi usne door khola, saamne ka nazara dekh kar wo freeze ho gayi.
Teen ladke, poori tarah ladkiyon ke kapdon me —
ek ne pink frock pehni thi, doosre ne night suit, aur teesre ne kurti ke upar dupatta —
corridor ke beech me bhaagne ki koshish kar rahe the.
Hostel ki senior girls ne unhe corner kar liya tha.
Koi unpe sitiyaan maar rahi thi, koi unke wig kheench rahi thi, koi unhe catwalk karne ko keh rahi thi.
“Arey madamji, yeh lipstick kaunse shade ki lagayi hai?” ek ladki cheekhi.
Dusri ne hans kar bola, “Aaj to boys hostel me notice lagega — ‘missing girls found here!’”
Sab hasne lage.
Anisha corridor ke ek kone me khadi thi —
uske chehre pe surprise aur halki si muskaan thi.
Wo kuch bolti nahi, bas dekhti rahi,
kaise wo teen ladke embarrassment me blush kar rahe the,
aur kaise unki “undercover mission” puri tarah fail ho gayi thi.
Ek ladka slip hokar gira, aur uska wig udh gaya.
Peeche se koi chillaya —
“Abey yeh to canteen wale Kabir ka dost lagta hai!”
Anisha ke hothon pe halki si hansi aayi…
uska mood pehli baar kuch halka laga,
chahe hostel me hungama kyu na ho.
Scene – Girls Hostel, Same Night (Continuation)
“Abey yeh to canteen wale Kabir ka dost lagta hai!”
Jaise hi yeh awaaz Anisha ke kaan tak pahunchi,
wo turant alert ho gayi.
Usne ek pal ke liye apne baal ka clut loose kiya,
aur aankhein tez kar ke un teenon ladko ko dhyaan se dekhne lagi.
Bechare ab bhi dupatta sambhalte hue,
hostel ke exit ki taraf bhaagne ki koshish kar rahe the.
Aur tab… uska nazar uss doosre ladke par tik gayi —
jo dupatta sirf ek kandhe par daale hue,
panic me idhar-udhar dekh raha tha.
Anisha ke dil ne halki si jhatka khaya.
“Ye… Kabir?”
Uske dimaag ne confirm kiya — haan, ye wahi tha.
Kabir ne bhi bhaagte hue ek pal ke liye peeche mud kar dekha —
aur uski nazar seedha Anisha se takra gayi.
Dono ke beech ek chhoti si eye contact spark hui —
ek taraf embarrassment, doosri taraf disbelief.
Agle hi second, hostel ki ladkiyaan “Pakdo! Pakdo!” chillane lagi.
Kabir ne turant apna wig utara,
aur bina kuch soche, hostel ke corner balcony ki taraf bhaag gaya.
“Arre pagal hai kya?!” kisi ne chillaya.
Lekin Kabir balcony ke railing par chadha,
Anisha ki taraf ek mischievous smile feki…
aur jump kar gaya!
Neeche se “thud!” ki awaaz aayi —
aur sab ladkiyaan daud kar balcony ke paas pahunch gayi.
Anisha waha khadi thi,
thoda shock me, thoda amused.
Uske hothon par ek halki si smirk aayi.
wo dheere se bolti hai,
aur apna dupatta theek kar ke wapas apne room ki taraf chali gayi —
lekin uske chehre par wo chhoti si muskaan…
ab bhi bani hui thi.
Dim lighted studio. Sirf console ke button aur red “ON AIR” light chamak rahi hai.
Mic ke saamne Rahat, nervous si, pehli baar live show kar rahi hai.
Uske haath me script hai, lekin awaaz thodi kaamp rahi hai.
Uske piche se ek naram si awaaz aati hai —
> “Deep breath, Rahat… mic tumhara dushman nahi, dost hai.”
Wo Sameer tha — calm, confident, charm se bhara hua.
White shirt, rolled-up sleeves, aur aankhon me ek soothing confidence.
Rahat use dekhti hai, halki si muskuraati hai, aur mic ke paas jaati hai.
> Sameer (halki hansi ke saath): “Bas dil se bolo. Script mat padho, dil padho.”
Rahat: “Agar galti ho gayi to?”
Sameer: “To main hoon na, cover kar lunga. Par tu apni awaaz pe bharosa kar.”
Background me soft instrumental music bajta hai.
Rahat mic on karti hai, aur uski awaaz hawaon me goonjti hai —
narmi, hesitation, aur sachchai ka ek perfect mix.
> “Good evening listeners… yeh hai Radio Rang aur main hoon aapki Rahat…”
Sameer piche se dekhta hai, uske chehre par ek proud smile.
Show ke baad jab mic off hota hai, Sameer clap karta hai —
> “Dekha? Kaha tha na… awaaz me jaadu hai tumhare.”
Rahat sharma jaati hai, kuch keh nahi paati.
Bas ek pal ke liye dono ke beech ek silent chemistry ka moment.
Studio ke bahar city ke light glow kar rahe hain,
aur background me Sameer ki awaaz gunjti hai —
> “Kabhi kabhi, Rahat, awaaz se zyada dil sunai deta hai…”
(Flashback fade out — camera Rahat ke present face par aata hai,
wo balcony me baithi hai, hawa uske baal uda rahi hai… aankhon me thoda dard aur ek chhupi si muskurahat.)
INT. ARTI & ABHISHEK’S BEDROOM – NIGHT
Room mein soft yellow light jal rahi hai. Khidki se thoda chandni ka noor andar aa raha hai. Arti ne aaj kuch zyada hi khubsurat dress pehni hai — wohi jo subah choose ki thi, wohi jisme uske chehre par ek confident glow aa gaya tha.
Darwaza khulne ki awaaz aati hai — Abhishek ghar laut aaya hai. Tie loose, shirt ke button khule hue, par uski aankhon mein din bhar ki thakan se zyada excitement hai.
Arti (slow smile ke saath)
"Aaj to bahut der kar di aapne..."
Abhishek (smirking)
"Traffic nahi... suspense tha, tumhare surprise ka."
Woh apna coat sofa par phenka, seedha Arti ke paas aaya. Arti halka sa peeche hatti, lekin aankhon se ab bhi usse dekhti rahi. Abhishek uske paas rukta hai, dono ke beech sirf saans ki doori reh gayi.
Kuch pal ke liye dono chup ho jaate hain — sirf unke dilon ki dhadkanein sunai deti hain.
Abhishek apne haath se Arti ke baal peechhe karta hai, uske kaan ke paas kuch dheere se bolta hai, wohi naughty line jo subah kaha tha.
Arti ke gaal halki si laali se bhar jaate hain.
Woh aankhen neeche kar leti hai, phir ek pal ke liye unhe utha kar kehti hai —
Arti (teasing tone me)
"To fir surprise sirf mera hi kyu ho?"
Abhishek muskura padta hai. Arti lamp ki roshni kam kar deti hai — kamra ab halki roshni mein dhal jaata hai.
Camera unke haathon par rukta hai — ek haath dusre haath ko pakadta hai, dheere se dono ek dusre ke kareeb aate hain.
Music fade in hota hai
Curtain hawa se halkasa hilta hai... aur screen dheere se dark ho jaati hai.
Arti Abhishek ki aankho me sexy tarike se dekhti hai or fir apne ghutno par chali jati hai... Abhishek jo room me lamp dekh raha tha, ekdam se Arti ke niche bethne par dekhta hai to kuch der ke liye shock hota hai or fir jab Arti apne baal piche le jakar bandhti hai to Abhishek ko andaza ho jata hai ki uski personal bitch ab kya karne wali hai...
Arti Abhishek ke pent ke hook ko kholne lagti hai or Abhishek bhi uski puri madad karta hai.... Abhishek Arti ke baalo ko support deta hai or Arti dekhte hi dekhte Abhishek ki pant uske ghutno tak kar deti hai, or fir apni nazuk,lambi ungaliyaa Abhishek ke underwear par uske lund ke paas ferne lagti hai... Abhishek Arti ke hatho ke touch se ab garam hone lagta hai or Arti ko bhi uske lode ne bulge nazar aata hua dikhai deta hai... Abhishek ka lund ab jagne lagta hai jo uske frenchy underwear me fool kar mota hone lagta hai... Arti apne dono hatho se Abhishek ka underwear bhi usse alag kar deti hai....
Or Abhishek ka mota uncut loda uchhal kar Arti ke samne salaami dene lagta hai... Arti uske lode ko pakad kar aage pichhe karne lagti hai or usko foreskin se uska lund bahar nikal leti hai... Fir Arti der na karte huye apne komal hontho se Abhishek ke lund par kiss karti hai, is kiss se Abhishek ka bhala or jyada fufkarne lagta hai... Arti ab apne komal red lipstick wale hontho me Abhishek ka garam garam lund rakhti hai, or us par apne hontho ki puri pakad bana kar apna sir aage pichhe karne lagti hai... Abhishek bhi apni aankhein band kar leta hai or fir Arti apni speed badha deti hai...
Arti is mahol ko or jyada kamuk banane ke liye apni saree ka pallu jo uske shoulder se pin ki madad se attach tha, Arti jhat se apne hatho se us pin ko bhi khol deti hai or seconds me hi Arti ka pallu uske shoulder se hota hua niche zameen par aa jata hai.... Abhishek jab is nazare ko dekhta hai to uski excitement or jyada badh jati hai... Ariel view se use Arti ke kadak shape wale tight boobs ka nazara milta hai... Or Abhishek bhi ab Arti ka sir aage pichhe karne laga tha apne lode par.... Abhishek ke kaam ko khatm karne ke liye Arti apna akhiri daanv chalti hai or Abhishek ke tatte sehlane lagti hai,,... Abhishek ko butterfly feeling aati hai or uske muh se siskiya tej ho jati hai or Arti isi moke ka fayda utha kar Abhishek ka loda deep gale tak ghusa leti hai, or Abhishek is hamle ke liye tayar nahi tha or ek tez garma garam pichkari uske gale se hote huye sidha uske muh me utar jati hai Abhishek ke virya ki... Arti ek ek karke uski har ek boond pine lagti hai, koi aadhe minute tak Abhishek ka sher Arti ki mukhgufa me apna maal nikalta raha... Or Abhishek bhi tej tej saanso se jhadne lagta hai... Virya ki aakhiri boond tak Arti pi jati hai or Thodi hi der me Abhishek ki saansein normal hoti hai or uske chehre par ek relief wali smile aa jati hai....
Abhishek ke chehre par Apni Arti ke liye ek thanks or shocking surprise wali smile thi...
Arti bhi Abhishek ko ek aankh marti hai or wapas khade hokar apna pallu sahi karti hai or Abhishek ko ek aankh marti hai...
Abhishek Arti ko apni baahon me khinch leta hai or dono ek smooch karte hai...
Arti Abhishek ki baaho se chhot kar
mirror ke samne beth kar apna touch up pura karti hai, or Abhishek bhi apne kapde pehanne lagta hai
Scene: Late Night – Anisha’s Hostel
Clock dikhata hai — 11:47 PM.
Corridor ke fluorescent lights blink kar rahe hain, aur girls’ hostel me ek ajeeb sa hungama hai.
Kisi room se zor-zor hasne ki awaaz, kahin kisi ka “arre light off kar na yaar!”
Aur beech me — Anisha apne bed par bethi, apni textbook band karti hai.
Uske door ke bahar se kuchh ladkiyon ki awaaz aati hai —
“Oye Anisha, tu bahar aa na! Kabir ka naam leke poori wing pagal ho gayi hai!”
Anisha ek second ke liye freeze hoti hai.
Halki si awkward smile ke sath, khidki ke paas jaake dekhne lagti hai — neeche hostel ke lawn me kuch students ghoom rahe hain, kahin se guitar ki halki sound aa rahi hai.
Wo kuchh bolti nahi, bas uske chehre pe thoda interest, thoda embarrassment, aur thoda curiosity hai.
Camera uske face par zoom karta hai — uske lips par ek chhoti si muskaan aati hai,
aur background me uski roommate cheekh ke kehti hai —
“Oye love story shuru hone wali lagti hai!”
Lights dim ho jaati hain — scene cut to black.
Scene: Arti & Abhishek – Party Night
Camera mirror reflection me Arti ko dikhata hai — red saree, subtle perfume, lips pe light gloss aur aankhon me sharmaahat ka blend.
Abhishek black blazer me ready hota hai aur peechhe se aake Arti ke kandhe par hath rakhta hai.
Abhishek (hans kar) – “Madam, aaj to lagta hai log mujhe nahi, aapko dekhke jealous honge.”
Arti (mirror me dekhte hue) – “Bas, zyada taarif mat karo, mujhe already late ho raha hai.”
Abhishek uske kaan ke paas jhukta hai, halki si muskuraahat ke sath kehta hai,
“Late hone ka reason bhi tum ho, aur excuse bhi.”
Arti aankhon se usse “chup raho” wala signal deti hai, lekin dono ke chehre par ek playful spark hai.
Wo dono apni car me baithte hain — backseat me ek chhoti gift box rakhi hai, jise Arti ne host ke liye pack kiya tha.
Camera slow motion me Arti ke chehre par zoom karta hai — window se aati party lights uske face par blink kar rahi hain…
Aur background me soft instrumental track — “Ishq wala love” jaisa mellow mood.
Scene: Party Night – A City Club, Around 10:30 PM
Lights blink kar rahe hain, DJ booth se EDM beats nikal rahe hain, aur dance floor pe log groove kar rahe hain — poora vibe glamorous, energetic aur thoda tipsy hai.
Glass clinks, laughter, aur perfumes ke mixed fragrance ke beech — Arti aur Abhishek entry lete hain.
Arti ne deep wine-coloured saree pehni hai, soft curls me khuli zulfein, aur uske chehre pe ek natural glow.
Abhishek ne black blazer pehna hai — confident, charming, aur clearly proud of the woman beside him.
Host (Muskaan ke tone me):
“Arre Arti! Abhishek! Tum log aa gaye, party ab complete hui!”
(Thodi formal hug, thoda laughter)
Arti aur Abhishek hosts se milte hain, couple friends ke sath thoda chit-chat hoti hai, ek-do rounds of drink order hota hai.
Music slow shift hota hai — aur dono ek corner table pe baith jaate hain, light kam hai, ambience warm.
Abhishek apna glass uthata hai —
“Toh madam… aaj ka surprise kaisa tha?”
(Uske tone me naughty teasing)
Arti apne lips par ek halka sa smile rok nahi paati.
Wo aankhon se hi kehti hai — “Bas karo yaar, abhi yahan nahi.”
Abhishek leaned in, aur thoda close hokar kehta hai —
“Sach kahun to mujhe laga hi nahi tha meri biwi itni… creative ho sakti hai.”
(Uski aankhen thodi tipsy, thoda mischievous)
Arti use aankhon se hi samjhati hai — “Shhh, koi sun lega…”
Wo apna glass table pe rakhti hai aur ek deep breath leti hai, but uske chehre pe blush clearly visible hai.
Abhishek fir muskurata hai aur bolta hai —
“Aaj tumhe dekh kar lag raha hai main fir se tumse pyaar kar raha hoon, Arti. Tumhara ye look… ye elegance… aur wo smile — deadly combo.”
Arti kuch keh nahi paati, sirf usse dekhti rehti hai.
DJ ke bass ke beech unke beech ek chhoti si khamoshi — romantic aur warm.
Bas itna difference tha —
Aaj Abhishek ke words me pyar ke saath saath ek thodi si nasha bhi tha.
Wo clearly thoda zyada pee chuka tha.
Scene: Party Night – Ladies Washroom, Same Time
Party hall ke bass-heavy beats washroom tak halki si vibration bana rahe the. Arti ne mirror ke paas ja kar apne hair thik kiye, thoda lipstick touch-up, aur ek deep breath li. She was smiling — ek peaceful, content moment tha uske liye.
Lekin tabhi, uske kaan me ek ladki ki cheekh padi — patli si, darr se bhari hui.
Arti turant palti.
Washroom ke corner wale section me — ek ladka ek ladki ko zid se pakad raha tha, uske haath chhudaane ki koshish me ladki ro rahi thi.
Ladki (toot-te hue voice me): “Chhodo mujhe! I said no!”
Arti ke pair ek pal ke liye jam gaye, phir reflex se wo daudi us taraf.
“Hey! Kya kar rahe ho tum!” — uski awaaz gusse aur shock se bhari thi.
Lekin uske pahunchne se pehle hi, ek aur shadow kahin se aayi —
ek ladka, sharp jawline, light stubble, aur uski aankhon me seedha gussa.
Usne seedha us attacker ke chehre par punch maara.
Ek second ke liye sab freeze ho gaya —
phir shor, gaaliyan, aur push-and-pull ki awazein goonj gayi.
Attacker: “Tu kaun hota hai be beech me bolne wala!”
Ladka: “Jo tujhe roke… wohi kaafi hai!”
Ek aur dhakka, ek aur thappad — aur washroom ke floor pe ek glass gir kar toot gaya.
Arti ne turant us ladki ko pakad kar ek side khinch liya, “Bas, tu mere saath reh, dar mat.”
Ladki ro rahi thi, uska mascara beh chuka tha.
Arti ne uske shoulders pakad kar kaha, “Sab theek hai, main hoon yahan.”
Attacker ne ek aur gaali di, phir dar ke mare washroom ka door tod kar bhaag gaya.
Sirf Arti, wo ladki, aur wo ladka reh gaye the — ek shattered silence me.
Scene Continue — Party Night, Washroom ke Bahar
Ladki ab bhi thoda ro rahi thi, Arti ne use tissue diya aur water tap se uske haath dho diye.
Uske baad Arti apni nazar us ladke ki taraf le gayi — jo ab apni shirt ka collar sahi kar raha tha, haath me chhoti si chot thi.
Arti ek kadam aage badhti hai… phir ruk jaati hai.
Uska chehra ek pal ke liye shock me jam gaya.
Wo aankhen, wo confident posture, wo halki si muskaan…
Arti ne turant pehchaan liya.
“Tummm...” — Arti ke lips se bas itna hi nikal paya.
Wo wahi ladka tha jo roz library me aata tha, aur har baar books lene ke bahane uske chehre ko dekhta rehta tha.
Wo nazre… jo chhupkar bhi sab kuch keh jaati thi.
Ladka bhi usse dekh kar halka sa muskuraya — ek calm, knowing smile.
Lekin bolne se pehle hi, wo ladki — jo attack se bach gayi thi — bich me bol padi:
“Thanks bhaiya… aaj agar aap nahi hote to main to…”
Uski awaaz bhar aayi thi.
Ladke ne turant kaha, “Arey, sab theek hai. Tumhe kuch nahi hua na?”
Wo ladki sir hila kar haan karti hai, aur Arti use gently bahar le jaati hai.
Washroom ke door ke paas aate hue Arti ek baar fir murti hai…
Wo ladka ab bhi wahi khada tha, mirror ke paas, apne knuckles dekhte hue.
Uski aankhon me ab bhi wahi silence aur shiddat thi — jaise har baat aankhon se keh dene ki aadat ho usse.
Arti usse dekhti hai, uske hothon pe ek halki si muskaan aati hai,
lekin wo kuch kehti nahi — bas aankhon se thank you keh kar waha se nikal jaati hai.
Background me music fir se loud hota hai —
party ke colors ke beech Arti ke dil me ek anokha mix tha —
shock, gratitude… aur ek chhupi hui dhadkan.
Scene — Girls Hostel, Late Night Chaos
Hostel ke corridor me shor macha hua tha — laughter, sitiyaan, aur shoes ki tapping ke awaz har taraf goonj rahi thi.
Anisha ne apni book band ki, thoda irritate hokar bed se uthi, aur door ke paas jaakar dekha.
Jaise hi usne door khola, saamne ka nazara dekh kar wo freeze ho gayi.
Teen ladke, poori tarah ladkiyon ke kapdon me —
ek ne pink frock pehni thi, doosre ne night suit, aur teesre ne kurti ke upar dupatta —
corridor ke beech me bhaagne ki koshish kar rahe the.
Hostel ki senior girls ne unhe corner kar liya tha.
Koi unpe sitiyaan maar rahi thi, koi unke wig kheench rahi thi, koi unhe catwalk karne ko keh rahi thi.
“Arey madamji, yeh lipstick kaunse shade ki lagayi hai?” ek ladki cheekhi.
Dusri ne hans kar bola, “Aaj to boys hostel me notice lagega — ‘missing girls found here!’”
Sab hasne lage.
Anisha corridor ke ek kone me khadi thi —
uske chehre pe surprise aur halki si muskaan thi.
Wo kuch bolti nahi, bas dekhti rahi,
kaise wo teen ladke embarrassment me blush kar rahe the,
aur kaise unki “undercover mission” puri tarah fail ho gayi thi.
Ek ladka slip hokar gira, aur uska wig udh gaya.
Peeche se koi chillaya —
“Abey yeh to canteen wale Kabir ka dost lagta hai!”
Anisha ke hothon pe halki si hansi aayi…
uska mood pehli baar kuch halka laga,
chahe hostel me hungama kyu na ho.
Scene – Girls Hostel, Same Night (Continuation)
“Abey yeh to canteen wale Kabir ka dost lagta hai!”
Jaise hi yeh awaaz Anisha ke kaan tak pahunchi,
wo turant alert ho gayi.
Usne ek pal ke liye apne baal ka clut loose kiya,
aur aankhein tez kar ke un teenon ladko ko dhyaan se dekhne lagi.
Bechare ab bhi dupatta sambhalte hue,
hostel ke exit ki taraf bhaagne ki koshish kar rahe the.
Aur tab… uska nazar uss doosre ladke par tik gayi —
jo dupatta sirf ek kandhe par daale hue,
panic me idhar-udhar dekh raha tha.
Anisha ke dil ne halki si jhatka khaya.
“Ye… Kabir?”
Uske dimaag ne confirm kiya — haan, ye wahi tha.
Kabir ne bhi bhaagte hue ek pal ke liye peeche mud kar dekha —
aur uski nazar seedha Anisha se takra gayi.
Dono ke beech ek chhoti si eye contact spark hui —
ek taraf embarrassment, doosri taraf disbelief.
Agle hi second, hostel ki ladkiyaan “Pakdo! Pakdo!” chillane lagi.
Kabir ne turant apna wig utara,
aur bina kuch soche, hostel ke corner balcony ki taraf bhaag gaya.
“Arre pagal hai kya?!” kisi ne chillaya.
Lekin Kabir balcony ke railing par chadha,
Anisha ki taraf ek mischievous smile feki…
aur jump kar gaya!
Neeche se “thud!” ki awaaz aayi —
aur sab ladkiyaan daud kar balcony ke paas pahunch gayi.
Anisha waha khadi thi,
thoda shock me, thoda amused.
Uske hothon par ek halki si smirk aayi.
wo dheere se bolti hai,
aur apna dupatta theek kar ke wapas apne room ki taraf chali gayi —
lekin uske chehre par wo chhoti si muskaan…
ab bhi bani hui thi.
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