16-12-2025, 11:00 PM
Update 22
Scene – Next Morning, Anushka’s Apartment
Subah ke 7:15 baj rahe the.
Kitchen se chai ki halki khushboo aa rahi thi — uski maa Rukmini breakfast bana rahi thi,
aur Anushka abhi bhi apne laptop ke saamne baithi thi, aankhon ke neeche halka sa thakaan ka saaya.
Kal raat se ek hi mail baar-baar uske dimaag me ghoom raha tha —
wo anonymous message jisme likha tha:
> “Truth lies in the system you trust.”
Usne screen par zoom karke dekha, sender ke naam me sirf “Unknown Source” likha tha.
Aur niche ek attachment icon — but no file attached.
Anushka ne thoda frustration me laptop band kar diya.
Usne socha — “Shayad koi office prank ho… ya phishing mail.”
Lekin fir bhi, dil ke ek kone me kuchh ajeeb sa darr tha —
ek feel jaise koi uske har step ko dekh raha ho.
Tabhi uski maa ki awaaz aayi —
“Anu! Breakfast thanda ho jayega beta!”
Anushka jhat se normal hone ki koshish karti hai,
apne specs utar kar table par rakhti hai, aur kitchen ki taraf chal padti hai.
Dining table par maa ne uske saamne poha aur chai rakhi.
Rukmini: “Kya baat hai, itni subah se laptop? Office ka kaam?”
Anushka (smile fake karte hue): “Haan maa, bas ek file update check kar rahi thi.”
Rukmini: “Zyada kaam mat kar beta. Tere papa bhi isi stress me the…”
Ek chhota sa silence aa gaya.
Anushka ne maa ki taraf dekha, kuch kehna chaha, par chup rahi.
Wo chai ka ek sip leti hai,
aur khidki se bahar dekhte hue sochti hai —
“System pe trust… matlab kya tha uska?”
Phir apna bag uthati hai, car ke keys leti hai,
aur maa ko bye bol kar nikal padti hai —
par is baar uske chehre par wo usual confidence nahi tha.
Camera uske peeche-peeche jata hai —
car start hoti hai, aur windshield me uska reflection —
thoda pareshan, thoda curious.
? Cut to – Bank building ke gate par,
Anushka entry
Scene – Same Day, Late Morning — Rahat’s Radio Station
Mic ke saamne baithi Rahat ne apne baal ek jhurke se peeche kiye.
Aaj ka show “Morning Masti” ka last segment chal raha tha —
lekin uske tone me usual spark nahi thi.
Dil me kahin kuchh heavy sa tha…
shayd kal raat ka Sameer ka flashback abhi bhi uske saath tha.
Wo smile karte hue bolti hai,
?️ “Aur doston, yaad rakhiye — life ka volume kabhi kam mat hone dijiye!
Chaahe duniya kitni hi static ho, aapko apna frequency tune karna aata hona chahiye.”
Background music fade hoti hai,
aur uske co-RJ Rohit bol padta hai —
“Madam Rahat, kya baat hai! Aaj to aap full filmy ho gayi ho.
Lagta hai kal kisi ne special coffee pila di?”
Rahat uski taraf dekhti hai, thoda muskurati hai:
“Bas zyada coffee nahi, zyada soch li thi shayad.”
Rohit (mischievously): “Ya zyada kisi ko yaad kar liya tha?”
Poora control room hansa padta hai,
aur Rahat bas aankhon se ek “Bas kar yaar” wala signal deti hai.
Wo apni headphone utarti hai aur glass ke us paar dekhti hai —
edit section me staff members chattering kar rahe hote hain,
aur tabhi ek naye intern aakar uske paas ek file rakhta hai.
“Ma’am, ye new RJ competition ke forms hain, aapko shortlist approve karne hain.”
Rahat file kholti hai…
aur uski aankhon me ek naam pad kar halki si chamak dikhayi deti hai —
Sameer Khan.
Wo thoda freeze si ho jaati hai.
Dono aankhon me ek second ke liye wo purani yaad flash karti hai —
Sameer ke saath wo studio, wo laughter, wo late night song selection.
Phir turant file band kar deti hai, ek forced smile ke saath.
“Ye name hata do. Conflict of interest lag sakta hai,”
wo calmly bolti hai.
Intern surprise hota hai, “Oh okay ma’am.”
Aur file le kar chala jaata hai.
Rohit door se chillata hai,
“Rahat ji! Coffee break?”
Rahat kehti hai,
“Bina sugar wali — kyunki zindagi me already bahut sweetness hai.”
Sab log hans padte hain…
Lekin uske chehre ke peeche ek thoda sa silence rehta hai —
ek unspoken dard jise sirf wo jaanti hai.
? Camera zoom out — RJ booth ke bahar ki rush,
aur Rahat apne coffee cup ko dekhti hui,
andar hi andar ek dialogue sochti hai —
> “Kuch log chale jaate hain… lekin unki awaaz kahin fade nahi hoti.”
Scene – Next Morning, College Campus (Anisha’s Subplot)
College ke lush green lawn me halki dhoop padi thi.
Students groups me baatein kar rahe the, koi coffee le raha tha, koi notes discuss kar raha tha.
Lekin Anisha ek corner bench par akeli baithi thi —
apne phone ke screen ko baar-baar dekhte hue.
Uske aankhon me ek alag sa excitement tha,
jo shayad wo khud bhi samajh nahi pa rahi thi.
Pichli raat girls hostel me jo hungama hua tha —
wo moment jab Kabir ne ek comic tarike se balcony se jump lagayi thi —
wo baar-baar uske dimaag me flash ho raha tha.
Uske chehre par ek halki si muskaan thi,
ek soft smirk jo wo chhupane ki koshish kar rahi thi.
Anisha (dheere se apne aap se):
“Pagal ladka… itni bachkani harkatein karta hai.”
Phir apne dil me:
“Lekin… cute bhi to hai.”
Bell bajti hai, students class ke liye rush karte hain.
Anisha apni books utha kar uthne hi wali hoti hai
ki ek awaz uske peeche se aati hai —
“Excuse me, Miss Night Watcher!”
Anisha palat kar dekhti hai — Kabir.
Same cheeky smile, same messy hair, aur haath me ek coffee cup.
Wo thoda sa act karte hue kehta hai:
“Kal raat tumhara expression priceless tha. Mujhe laga tum hostel warden ko bula logi.”
Anisha (thoda sarcastic tone me):
“Main warden nahi, nurse bula leti. Itni height se jump maaroge to kuch na kuch to tootega hi.”
Kabir (hans kar):
“Heart to already toot gaya hai.”
Anisha ek second ke liye uski aankhon me dekhti hai,
phir aankh ghumate hue bolti hai:
“Tumhe har baat me flirt karna zaruri lagta hai kya?”
Kabir coffee cup extend karta hai:
“Peace offering. Friendship ke liye.”
Anisha hesitate karti hai,
phir coffee cup le leti hai — halki si smile ke saath.
Kabir bench ke corner me baith jaata hai,
aur dono ke beech ek comfort wali chup chha jaati hai.
Sirf hawa chalti hai,
aur background me students ki awaaz fade hoti jaati hai.
Ek baar phir Anisha uske taraf dekhti hai,
aur ek thought uske dimaag me gujarta hai —
> “Kya pata, ye ladka mere zindagi ke dull page par ek rang bhar de…”
Scene – College Lawn, Same Morning (Anisha & Kabir)
Hawa me ab dhoop thodi tez ho gayi thi.
Students apni classes me ja chuke the, lawn me bas kuch log bache the —
aur unme se ek bench par Anisha aur Kabir.
Anisha coffee ka cup ghumate hue deliberately poochhti hai:
“Ye to batao, kal raat hostel me kar kya rahe the itni raat?
Agar security officer aa jati to? Kya karte tum?”
Kabir halki si hansi ke saath sir jhuka kar kehta hai:
“Bas ek dost ki madad karne gaya tha.”
Anisha uske chehre ko dekhne lagti hai —
ek sawaliya, thodi tikhhi nazar se.
“Kaisi madad?”
Kabir ek sip leta hai,
aur aankhon me wo cheeky sparkle wapas aa jaati hai.
“Wo hai na… tumhare room se do room chhod kar — Taniya?”
“Usi ki friend hai meri dost ki girlfriend.”
Anisha ke chehre ka expression thoda relax hota hai.
“Achha… to ye scene tha.”
Lekin uske mathe par fir ek sawal ubhar aata hai.
Ek suspicious tone me bolti hai —
“Ek minute… tumhe mera room number kaise pata?”
“Jasoosi kar rahe ho meri?”
Kabir halki si smirk deta hai, aankhon me ek confident sparkle ke saath kehta hai:
“Pata laga liya.”
Phir cup ka sip lete hue add karta hai —
“Apna network bahut strong hai is sheher me.”
Anisha uski baat sun kar chup rehti hai,
lekin uske dimaag me kuch click karta hai —
ek idea, ek connection.
Uske chehre par ek confident glow aa jaata hai,
jaise kisi naye puzzle ka piece mil gaya ho.
Uske aankhon me ek plan sa ubharne lagta hai.
Kabir kuch aur kehne lagta hai,
par Anisha usse pehle hi khadi ho jaati hai,
aur halki muskaan ke saath kehti hai:
“Nice network, Mr. Spy… shayad kabhi kaam aa sakta hai.”
Kabir: “Kaam? Kiska?”
Camera zoom in on her face —
wo confident, mysterious look jo kehta hai:
? Background cue – light thriller music builds softly in the distance
(End of scene – fade out on Anisha walking away with her cup, Kabir looking amused.)
Scene – Next Morning, Arti’s Home → Library Room
Raat bhar Arti ko neend hi nahi aayi thi.
Party me hua wo incident baar-baar uske dimaag me ghoom raha tha —
washroom me jabardasti, wo ladki ki cheekh, aur phir…
wo ladka — jo hamesha library me use tadta rehta tha —
aaj ekdum alag roop me saamne aaya tha.
Subah ka pehla ujala jese hi khidki se andar gira,
Arti ne bas ek lamha bhi nahi gawaya.
Wo turant uth gayi, dupatta sir pe daala,
aur kitchen me apna routine ka kaam shuru kar diya —
chai banayi, nashta ready kiya, Abhishek ke kapde nikaale.
Abhishek ne haste hue bye kaha,
“Arti, thoda rest kar lena aaj. Tumhe kal raat ke baad aaram chahiye.”
Arti ne sirf muskurakar kaha,
“Hmm, main theek hoon. Tum jao, late mat hona.”
Jaise hi Abhishek car le kar nikla,
Arti ne ek gehri saans li.
Ek ajeeb sa sukoon aur bechaini dono thi andar.
Wo ready hone lagi —
light blue cotton kurti, hair loosely tied, halka kajal.
Bas itna ki uska chehra composed lage,
par aankhon me fir bhi wo kal raat wala flashback baar-baar ubhar raha tha.
Phir wo apni library me aa gayi —
wo chhoti si room jisme dher saari books thi,
ek bada table, aur khidki ke paas ek wooden chair jaha wo roz baithti thi.
Arti ne apna diary khola, par likh nahi paayi.
Bas khidki ki taraf dekhte hue sochne lagi —
“Shayad aaj bhi wo aayega… wo ladka.”
Kuch der tak wo bas clock ki tick-tick sunti rahi,
coffee ka ek sip liya, aur aankhon me thoda sa expectation.
Door ke bahar se halki si bell ki awaaz aayi.
Arti ka dil ek dum se tez dhadakne laga.
Usne diary band ki,
aur dheere se uthi —
aankhon me halka sa smile,
jaise wo jaanti ho…
“Woh aagaya hai.”
Scene – Ishani & Humera’s Meeting with Nandita (Evening, Café Corner Table)
Café ka ek quiet corner —
glass ke uss par se shaam ki halki roshni andar aa rahi thi.
Coffee cups ke steam ke saath table par ek thick file khuli hui thi —
uske cover par likha tha “VICKY CASE FILES.”
Ishani thodi restless thi,
apni nails se cup ke rim ko tap kar rahi thi.
Humera ke haath me pen tha — wo notes likh rahi thi,
aur saamne baithi thi Nandita, unki lawyer —
, sharp eyes, calm tone, aur ek confident personality.
Nandita ne file band ki aur Ishani ki taraf dekha,
“Dekho girls, ab hearing me sirf kuchh din bache hain.
Jo evidence humare paas hai, wo abhi tak circumstantial hi hai.
Agar hum kuch concrete nahi laaye, to case weak pad sakta hai.”
Humera ne pen table pe rakha, “Matlab koi solid proof chahiye... aur jaldi.”
Nandita ne thoda forward hote hue kaha,
“Tumhe koi aisa contact chahiye jo technically strong ho.
Tumhare group me koi aisa hai?”
Humera ne Ishani ki taraf dekha — dono ke beech ek silent understanding.
Aur haan Ishani — press ya social media se koi contact nahi karna.
Agar leak hua to case compromise ho jayega.”
Ishani ne sir hilaya,
lekin uske dimaag me kuch aur chal raha tha —
wo curly hair wala ladka
(ek pal ke liye uska focus wapas udhar chala gaya).
Humera ne uski taraf dekha aur thoda irritate hokar boli,
“Ishani… tu sun bhi rahi hai kya?”
Ishani jhijhakti hai, “Haan… haan, main sun rahi hoon.”
Humera ne aankhein ghumayi,
“Lagta hai madam ka dil aur dimaag dono kisi aur meeting me busy hain.”
Nandita thoda muskura di, “Main chali, tum dono apni plan finalize karo.
Agle step pe mujhe update chahiye.”
Wo file close kar ke uthti hai.
Jab wo chali jaati hai, tab Humera coffee ka sip le kar Ishani se kehti hai,
“Tu us ladke ke baare me soch rahi thi na?”
Ishani ek pal chup rehti hai, phir smirk karti hai —
“Bas thoda sa.”
Scene fade hota hai —
table par coffee ke cup ke paas file padhi hai,
aur us file ke cover par likha VICKY CASE FILES ke neeche ek line:
“TRUTH HAS MANY FACES.”
Scene – Arti’s Kitchen, Evening
Gas stove par tadke ki chhunn-chhunn awaaz goonj rahi thi,
aur Arti haath me spatula pakde sabzi hilate hue
soch me doobi hui thi.
Khidki ke bahar shaam dhal chuki thi —
hawa me thoda thandak ka ehsaas,
lekin Arti ke dil me bas ek hi sawaal ghoom raha tha —
“Wo ladka aaj kyu nahi aaya…?”
Uske dimaag me baar-baar library ka woh moment flash ho raha tha —
jab usne usse pehli baar dekha tha,
aur phir kal raat party me — jab usne us ladki ko bachaya tha.
Arti ne gas band ki, aur halki saans li.
“Bas ek baar… bas ek baar mil lun usse,”
wo khud se hi bolti hai.
Uske chehre par ek alag sa determination tha —
wo sirf curiosity nahi thi,
balki ek protector wali feeling,
jo har us ladki ke liye jagti thi
jise koi galat haath lagane ki koshish kare.
Camera dheere se Arti ke chehre par zoom karta hai,
uski aankhon me ek decision sa ubhar raha tha —
Kal library me wo us ladke ka wait karegi… ek baar aur.
Scene – Arti’s House, Evening Time
Living room me shaam ki halke suraj ki roshni padi thi.
Arti ki saasu maa sofa par baithi jap mala ghuma rahi thi —
unke chehre par wahi purani “discipline wali” shanti thi.
Tabhi doorbell bajti hai.
Arti kitchen se hi chillati hai, “Rahat hogi, jaa khol de Anurag!”
Darwaza khulta hai — Rahat usual apni denim jacket aur bag ke sath ghar me enter karti hai.
Uske aane se ek halki si energy poore ghar me bhar jaati hai.
Lekin jaise hi Arti ki saasu maa us par nazar daalti hain,
wo bas ek second ke liye dekh kar apni aankhon ko jap me wapas le jaati hain —
bilkul jaise Rahat koi background noise ho.
Rahat muskurati hai, sofe ke kinare par baith kar casually bolti hai,
“Namaste aunty ji…”
Par jawab me sirf mala ke motiyon ki chhan-chhan sunai deti hai.
Arti tab tak aa jaati hai, ek nazar apni saas par daalti hai
aur fir Rahat ko aankhon se ishara karke kitchen ki taraf le jaati hai.
Dono andar aate hi thoda sa tension dissolve hota hai.
Rahat – “Tu milti hi nahi yaar, lagta hai library me hi shift ho gayi hai tu.”
Arti – “Arey bas, thoda busy thi. Tu bata, radio me sab theek?”
Rahat – “Haan haan, sab theek. Vicky aur Humera ka case kaafi stretch ho gaya hai. Humera tension me lag rahi thi kal. Par ab lagta hai kuch pak raha hai…”
Arti – “Hmm… Anushka kuch kar rahi hai uss angle pe, hopefully kuch mile.”
Dono ek pal ke liye chup hoti hain,
fir Rahat casual tone me bolti hai —
“Waise kal market chalti hai kya mere sath?”
Arti turant haath utha kar —
“Bilkul nahi! Mujhe meri library sambhalni hai, tu akeli hi jaa.”
Rahat drama mode me – “Aise kaise, kaptaan sahab! Tere bina toh mission adhoora lagta hai.”
Aur fir haste haste Arti ko gale laga leti hai.
Arti bhi hans padti hai, “Pagal ladki!”
Rahat pyaar se bolti hai –
“Thank you so much kaptaan sahab… main wait karungi tera.”
Jaate jaate Rahat kitchen ke counter se ek apple uthati hai.
Living me laut kar Arti ki saasu maa ke samne khadi hoti hai,
apple ka ek zor ka bite leti hai aur mischievous tone me bolti hai —
“Is ghar ki har cheez tasty hai…”
Arti ki saas ka chehra turant kadwa ho jaata hai,
aur Rahat cheekh kar has padti hai.
“Good night aunty ji!”
kehti hui wo door se nikal jaati hai.
Camera Rahat ke chehre par rukta hai —
wo smile dabaane ki koshish karti hai,
par muskaan fir bhi chhup nahi paati.
Scene – Late Night, Anisha’s Hostel Room
Hostel me lights off ho chuki thi, bas corridor ke yellow bulbs ka halka glow kamre me aa raha tha.
Anisha apne bed par baithi thi, laptop band, phone haath me.
Uske chehre par ek ajeeb sa confidence aur thoda sa suspense tha.
Wo BEHEN_CODE group open karti hai —
Aur type karti hai:
> Anisha: “Meet me tomorrow afternoon 4 PM at Ishani’s restaurant.”
Message bhejne ke baad wo phone side me rakhti hai.
Turant notifications aati hain —
> Rahat: “Kya hua, sab theek hai?”
Arti: “Itna urgent kya hai?”
Ishani: “Are you okay Anisha?”
Anushka: “Bata na kuch…”
Lekin Anisha un sab ke message dekhti hai,
thoda muskurati hai,
aur bina reply diye phone ko face down kar deti hai.
Camera zoom karta hai uske chehre par —
wo chhat ki taraf dekh kar halki si smirk karti hai,
jaise kuch plan already set ho.
Screen fade out hoti hai —
“Tomorrow, 4 PM.”
text ke sath.
Scene – Next Morning, Anushka’s Apartment
Subah ke 7:15 baj rahe the.
Kitchen se chai ki halki khushboo aa rahi thi — uski maa Rukmini breakfast bana rahi thi,
aur Anushka abhi bhi apne laptop ke saamne baithi thi, aankhon ke neeche halka sa thakaan ka saaya.
Kal raat se ek hi mail baar-baar uske dimaag me ghoom raha tha —
wo anonymous message jisme likha tha:
> “Truth lies in the system you trust.”
Usne screen par zoom karke dekha, sender ke naam me sirf “Unknown Source” likha tha.
Aur niche ek attachment icon — but no file attached.
Anushka ne thoda frustration me laptop band kar diya.
Usne socha — “Shayad koi office prank ho… ya phishing mail.”
Lekin fir bhi, dil ke ek kone me kuchh ajeeb sa darr tha —
ek feel jaise koi uske har step ko dekh raha ho.
Tabhi uski maa ki awaaz aayi —
“Anu! Breakfast thanda ho jayega beta!”
Anushka jhat se normal hone ki koshish karti hai,
apne specs utar kar table par rakhti hai, aur kitchen ki taraf chal padti hai.
Dining table par maa ne uske saamne poha aur chai rakhi.
Rukmini: “Kya baat hai, itni subah se laptop? Office ka kaam?”
Anushka (smile fake karte hue): “Haan maa, bas ek file update check kar rahi thi.”
Rukmini: “Zyada kaam mat kar beta. Tere papa bhi isi stress me the…”
Ek chhota sa silence aa gaya.
Anushka ne maa ki taraf dekha, kuch kehna chaha, par chup rahi.
Wo chai ka ek sip leti hai,
aur khidki se bahar dekhte hue sochti hai —
“System pe trust… matlab kya tha uska?”
Phir apna bag uthati hai, car ke keys leti hai,
aur maa ko bye bol kar nikal padti hai —
par is baar uske chehre par wo usual confidence nahi tha.
Camera uske peeche-peeche jata hai —
car start hoti hai, aur windshield me uska reflection —
thoda pareshan, thoda curious.
? Cut to – Bank building ke gate par,
Anushka entry
Scene – Same Day, Late Morning — Rahat’s Radio Station
Mic ke saamne baithi Rahat ne apne baal ek jhurke se peeche kiye.
Aaj ka show “Morning Masti” ka last segment chal raha tha —
lekin uske tone me usual spark nahi thi.
Dil me kahin kuchh heavy sa tha…
shayd kal raat ka Sameer ka flashback abhi bhi uske saath tha.
Wo smile karte hue bolti hai,
?️ “Aur doston, yaad rakhiye — life ka volume kabhi kam mat hone dijiye!
Chaahe duniya kitni hi static ho, aapko apna frequency tune karna aata hona chahiye.”
Background music fade hoti hai,
aur uske co-RJ Rohit bol padta hai —
“Madam Rahat, kya baat hai! Aaj to aap full filmy ho gayi ho.
Lagta hai kal kisi ne special coffee pila di?”
Rahat uski taraf dekhti hai, thoda muskurati hai:
“Bas zyada coffee nahi, zyada soch li thi shayad.”
Rohit (mischievously): “Ya zyada kisi ko yaad kar liya tha?”
Poora control room hansa padta hai,
aur Rahat bas aankhon se ek “Bas kar yaar” wala signal deti hai.
Wo apni headphone utarti hai aur glass ke us paar dekhti hai —
edit section me staff members chattering kar rahe hote hain,
aur tabhi ek naye intern aakar uske paas ek file rakhta hai.
“Ma’am, ye new RJ competition ke forms hain, aapko shortlist approve karne hain.”
Rahat file kholti hai…
aur uski aankhon me ek naam pad kar halki si chamak dikhayi deti hai —
Sameer Khan.
Wo thoda freeze si ho jaati hai.
Dono aankhon me ek second ke liye wo purani yaad flash karti hai —
Sameer ke saath wo studio, wo laughter, wo late night song selection.
Phir turant file band kar deti hai, ek forced smile ke saath.
“Ye name hata do. Conflict of interest lag sakta hai,”
wo calmly bolti hai.
Intern surprise hota hai, “Oh okay ma’am.”
Aur file le kar chala jaata hai.
Rohit door se chillata hai,
“Rahat ji! Coffee break?”
Rahat kehti hai,
“Bina sugar wali — kyunki zindagi me already bahut sweetness hai.”
Sab log hans padte hain…
Lekin uske chehre ke peeche ek thoda sa silence rehta hai —
ek unspoken dard jise sirf wo jaanti hai.
? Camera zoom out — RJ booth ke bahar ki rush,
aur Rahat apne coffee cup ko dekhti hui,
andar hi andar ek dialogue sochti hai —
> “Kuch log chale jaate hain… lekin unki awaaz kahin fade nahi hoti.”
Scene – Next Morning, College Campus (Anisha’s Subplot)
College ke lush green lawn me halki dhoop padi thi.
Students groups me baatein kar rahe the, koi coffee le raha tha, koi notes discuss kar raha tha.
Lekin Anisha ek corner bench par akeli baithi thi —
apne phone ke screen ko baar-baar dekhte hue.
Uske aankhon me ek alag sa excitement tha,
jo shayad wo khud bhi samajh nahi pa rahi thi.
Pichli raat girls hostel me jo hungama hua tha —
wo moment jab Kabir ne ek comic tarike se balcony se jump lagayi thi —
wo baar-baar uske dimaag me flash ho raha tha.
Uske chehre par ek halki si muskaan thi,
ek soft smirk jo wo chhupane ki koshish kar rahi thi.
Anisha (dheere se apne aap se):
“Pagal ladka… itni bachkani harkatein karta hai.”
Phir apne dil me:
“Lekin… cute bhi to hai.”
Bell bajti hai, students class ke liye rush karte hain.
Anisha apni books utha kar uthne hi wali hoti hai
ki ek awaz uske peeche se aati hai —
“Excuse me, Miss Night Watcher!”
Anisha palat kar dekhti hai — Kabir.
Same cheeky smile, same messy hair, aur haath me ek coffee cup.
Wo thoda sa act karte hue kehta hai:
“Kal raat tumhara expression priceless tha. Mujhe laga tum hostel warden ko bula logi.”
Anisha (thoda sarcastic tone me):
“Main warden nahi, nurse bula leti. Itni height se jump maaroge to kuch na kuch to tootega hi.”
Kabir (hans kar):
“Heart to already toot gaya hai.”
Anisha ek second ke liye uski aankhon me dekhti hai,
phir aankh ghumate hue bolti hai:
“Tumhe har baat me flirt karna zaruri lagta hai kya?”
Kabir coffee cup extend karta hai:
“Peace offering. Friendship ke liye.”
Anisha hesitate karti hai,
phir coffee cup le leti hai — halki si smile ke saath.
Kabir bench ke corner me baith jaata hai,
aur dono ke beech ek comfort wali chup chha jaati hai.
Sirf hawa chalti hai,
aur background me students ki awaaz fade hoti jaati hai.
Ek baar phir Anisha uske taraf dekhti hai,
aur ek thought uske dimaag me gujarta hai —
> “Kya pata, ye ladka mere zindagi ke dull page par ek rang bhar de…”
Scene – College Lawn, Same Morning (Anisha & Kabir)
Hawa me ab dhoop thodi tez ho gayi thi.
Students apni classes me ja chuke the, lawn me bas kuch log bache the —
aur unme se ek bench par Anisha aur Kabir.
Anisha coffee ka cup ghumate hue deliberately poochhti hai:
“Ye to batao, kal raat hostel me kar kya rahe the itni raat?
Agar security officer aa jati to? Kya karte tum?”
Kabir halki si hansi ke saath sir jhuka kar kehta hai:
“Bas ek dost ki madad karne gaya tha.”
Anisha uske chehre ko dekhne lagti hai —
ek sawaliya, thodi tikhhi nazar se.
“Kaisi madad?”
Kabir ek sip leta hai,
aur aankhon me wo cheeky sparkle wapas aa jaati hai.
“Wo hai na… tumhare room se do room chhod kar — Taniya?”
“Usi ki friend hai meri dost ki girlfriend.”
Anisha ke chehre ka expression thoda relax hota hai.
“Achha… to ye scene tha.”
Lekin uske mathe par fir ek sawal ubhar aata hai.
Ek suspicious tone me bolti hai —
“Ek minute… tumhe mera room number kaise pata?”
“Jasoosi kar rahe ho meri?”
Kabir halki si smirk deta hai, aankhon me ek confident sparkle ke saath kehta hai:
“Pata laga liya.”
Phir cup ka sip lete hue add karta hai —
“Apna network bahut strong hai is sheher me.”
Anisha uski baat sun kar chup rehti hai,
lekin uske dimaag me kuch click karta hai —
ek idea, ek connection.
Uske chehre par ek confident glow aa jaata hai,
jaise kisi naye puzzle ka piece mil gaya ho.
Uske aankhon me ek plan sa ubharne lagta hai.
Kabir kuch aur kehne lagta hai,
par Anisha usse pehle hi khadi ho jaati hai,
aur halki muskaan ke saath kehti hai:
“Nice network, Mr. Spy… shayad kabhi kaam aa sakta hai.”
Kabir: “Kaam? Kiska?”
Camera zoom in on her face —
wo confident, mysterious look jo kehta hai:
? Background cue – light thriller music builds softly in the distance
(End of scene – fade out on Anisha walking away with her cup, Kabir looking amused.)
Scene – Next Morning, Arti’s Home → Library Room
Raat bhar Arti ko neend hi nahi aayi thi.
Party me hua wo incident baar-baar uske dimaag me ghoom raha tha —
washroom me jabardasti, wo ladki ki cheekh, aur phir…
wo ladka — jo hamesha library me use tadta rehta tha —
aaj ekdum alag roop me saamne aaya tha.
Subah ka pehla ujala jese hi khidki se andar gira,
Arti ne bas ek lamha bhi nahi gawaya.
Wo turant uth gayi, dupatta sir pe daala,
aur kitchen me apna routine ka kaam shuru kar diya —
chai banayi, nashta ready kiya, Abhishek ke kapde nikaale.
Abhishek ne haste hue bye kaha,
“Arti, thoda rest kar lena aaj. Tumhe kal raat ke baad aaram chahiye.”
Arti ne sirf muskurakar kaha,
“Hmm, main theek hoon. Tum jao, late mat hona.”
Jaise hi Abhishek car le kar nikla,
Arti ne ek gehri saans li.
Ek ajeeb sa sukoon aur bechaini dono thi andar.
Wo ready hone lagi —
light blue cotton kurti, hair loosely tied, halka kajal.
Bas itna ki uska chehra composed lage,
par aankhon me fir bhi wo kal raat wala flashback baar-baar ubhar raha tha.
Phir wo apni library me aa gayi —
wo chhoti si room jisme dher saari books thi,
ek bada table, aur khidki ke paas ek wooden chair jaha wo roz baithti thi.
Arti ne apna diary khola, par likh nahi paayi.
Bas khidki ki taraf dekhte hue sochne lagi —
“Shayad aaj bhi wo aayega… wo ladka.”
Kuch der tak wo bas clock ki tick-tick sunti rahi,
coffee ka ek sip liya, aur aankhon me thoda sa expectation.
Door ke bahar se halki si bell ki awaaz aayi.
Arti ka dil ek dum se tez dhadakne laga.
Usne diary band ki,
aur dheere se uthi —
aankhon me halka sa smile,
jaise wo jaanti ho…
“Woh aagaya hai.”
Scene – Ishani & Humera’s Meeting with Nandita (Evening, Café Corner Table)
Café ka ek quiet corner —
glass ke uss par se shaam ki halki roshni andar aa rahi thi.
Coffee cups ke steam ke saath table par ek thick file khuli hui thi —
uske cover par likha tha “VICKY CASE FILES.”
Ishani thodi restless thi,
apni nails se cup ke rim ko tap kar rahi thi.
Humera ke haath me pen tha — wo notes likh rahi thi,
aur saamne baithi thi Nandita, unki lawyer —
, sharp eyes, calm tone, aur ek confident personality.
Nandita ne file band ki aur Ishani ki taraf dekha,
“Dekho girls, ab hearing me sirf kuchh din bache hain.
Jo evidence humare paas hai, wo abhi tak circumstantial hi hai.
Agar hum kuch concrete nahi laaye, to case weak pad sakta hai.”
Humera ne pen table pe rakha, “Matlab koi solid proof chahiye... aur jaldi.”
Nandita ne thoda forward hote hue kaha,
“Tumhe koi aisa contact chahiye jo technically strong ho.
Tumhare group me koi aisa hai?”
Humera ne Ishani ki taraf dekha — dono ke beech ek silent understanding.
Aur haan Ishani — press ya social media se koi contact nahi karna.
Agar leak hua to case compromise ho jayega.”
Ishani ne sir hilaya,
lekin uske dimaag me kuch aur chal raha tha —
wo curly hair wala ladka
(ek pal ke liye uska focus wapas udhar chala gaya).
Humera ne uski taraf dekha aur thoda irritate hokar boli,
“Ishani… tu sun bhi rahi hai kya?”
Ishani jhijhakti hai, “Haan… haan, main sun rahi hoon.”
Humera ne aankhein ghumayi,
“Lagta hai madam ka dil aur dimaag dono kisi aur meeting me busy hain.”
Nandita thoda muskura di, “Main chali, tum dono apni plan finalize karo.
Agle step pe mujhe update chahiye.”
Wo file close kar ke uthti hai.
Jab wo chali jaati hai, tab Humera coffee ka sip le kar Ishani se kehti hai,
“Tu us ladke ke baare me soch rahi thi na?”
Ishani ek pal chup rehti hai, phir smirk karti hai —
“Bas thoda sa.”
Scene fade hota hai —
table par coffee ke cup ke paas file padhi hai,
aur us file ke cover par likha VICKY CASE FILES ke neeche ek line:
“TRUTH HAS MANY FACES.”
Scene – Arti’s Kitchen, Evening
Gas stove par tadke ki chhunn-chhunn awaaz goonj rahi thi,
aur Arti haath me spatula pakde sabzi hilate hue
soch me doobi hui thi.
Khidki ke bahar shaam dhal chuki thi —
hawa me thoda thandak ka ehsaas,
lekin Arti ke dil me bas ek hi sawaal ghoom raha tha —
“Wo ladka aaj kyu nahi aaya…?”
Uske dimaag me baar-baar library ka woh moment flash ho raha tha —
jab usne usse pehli baar dekha tha,
aur phir kal raat party me — jab usne us ladki ko bachaya tha.
Arti ne gas band ki, aur halki saans li.
“Bas ek baar… bas ek baar mil lun usse,”
wo khud se hi bolti hai.
Uske chehre par ek alag sa determination tha —
wo sirf curiosity nahi thi,
balki ek protector wali feeling,
jo har us ladki ke liye jagti thi
jise koi galat haath lagane ki koshish kare.
Camera dheere se Arti ke chehre par zoom karta hai,
uski aankhon me ek decision sa ubhar raha tha —
Kal library me wo us ladke ka wait karegi… ek baar aur.
Scene – Arti’s House, Evening Time
Living room me shaam ki halke suraj ki roshni padi thi.
Arti ki saasu maa sofa par baithi jap mala ghuma rahi thi —
unke chehre par wahi purani “discipline wali” shanti thi.
Tabhi doorbell bajti hai.
Arti kitchen se hi chillati hai, “Rahat hogi, jaa khol de Anurag!”
Darwaza khulta hai — Rahat usual apni denim jacket aur bag ke sath ghar me enter karti hai.
Uske aane se ek halki si energy poore ghar me bhar jaati hai.
Lekin jaise hi Arti ki saasu maa us par nazar daalti hain,
wo bas ek second ke liye dekh kar apni aankhon ko jap me wapas le jaati hain —
bilkul jaise Rahat koi background noise ho.
Rahat muskurati hai, sofe ke kinare par baith kar casually bolti hai,
“Namaste aunty ji…”
Par jawab me sirf mala ke motiyon ki chhan-chhan sunai deti hai.
Arti tab tak aa jaati hai, ek nazar apni saas par daalti hai
aur fir Rahat ko aankhon se ishara karke kitchen ki taraf le jaati hai.
Dono andar aate hi thoda sa tension dissolve hota hai.
Rahat – “Tu milti hi nahi yaar, lagta hai library me hi shift ho gayi hai tu.”
Arti – “Arey bas, thoda busy thi. Tu bata, radio me sab theek?”
Rahat – “Haan haan, sab theek. Vicky aur Humera ka case kaafi stretch ho gaya hai. Humera tension me lag rahi thi kal. Par ab lagta hai kuch pak raha hai…”
Arti – “Hmm… Anushka kuch kar rahi hai uss angle pe, hopefully kuch mile.”
Dono ek pal ke liye chup hoti hain,
fir Rahat casual tone me bolti hai —
“Waise kal market chalti hai kya mere sath?”
Arti turant haath utha kar —
“Bilkul nahi! Mujhe meri library sambhalni hai, tu akeli hi jaa.”
Rahat drama mode me – “Aise kaise, kaptaan sahab! Tere bina toh mission adhoora lagta hai.”
Aur fir haste haste Arti ko gale laga leti hai.
Arti bhi hans padti hai, “Pagal ladki!”
Rahat pyaar se bolti hai –
“Thank you so much kaptaan sahab… main wait karungi tera.”
Jaate jaate Rahat kitchen ke counter se ek apple uthati hai.
Living me laut kar Arti ki saasu maa ke samne khadi hoti hai,
apple ka ek zor ka bite leti hai aur mischievous tone me bolti hai —
“Is ghar ki har cheez tasty hai…”
Arti ki saas ka chehra turant kadwa ho jaata hai,
aur Rahat cheekh kar has padti hai.
“Good night aunty ji!”
kehti hui wo door se nikal jaati hai.
Camera Rahat ke chehre par rukta hai —
wo smile dabaane ki koshish karti hai,
par muskaan fir bhi chhup nahi paati.
Scene – Late Night, Anisha’s Hostel Room
Hostel me lights off ho chuki thi, bas corridor ke yellow bulbs ka halka glow kamre me aa raha tha.
Anisha apne bed par baithi thi, laptop band, phone haath me.
Uske chehre par ek ajeeb sa confidence aur thoda sa suspense tha.
Wo BEHEN_CODE group open karti hai —
Aur type karti hai:
> Anisha: “Meet me tomorrow afternoon 4 PM at Ishani’s restaurant.”
Message bhejne ke baad wo phone side me rakhti hai.
Turant notifications aati hain —
> Rahat: “Kya hua, sab theek hai?”
Arti: “Itna urgent kya hai?”
Ishani: “Are you okay Anisha?”
Anushka: “Bata na kuch…”
Lekin Anisha un sab ke message dekhti hai,
thoda muskurati hai,
aur bina reply diye phone ko face down kar deti hai.
Camera zoom karta hai uske chehre par —
wo chhat ki taraf dekh kar halki si smirk karti hai,
jaise kuch plan already set ho.
Screen fade out hoti hai —
“Tomorrow, 4 PM.”
text ke sath.
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