18-12-2025, 10:56 PM
Update 23
Scene – Next Morning, Local Street Market
Subah ki dhoop abhi halki si thi, aur hawa me chai aur pakode ki khushboo thi.
Market puri tarah se alive tha — hawkers ki awaaz, cycle wale ka bell, aur logon ki bheed.
Rahat aur Arti dono ek narrow lane me chal rahi thi, jahan dono taraf rang-birange stalls lage hue the —
kahin jhumke, kahin dupatte, kahin glass bangles.
Rahat apni usual jeans aur loose kurti me thi, ek haath me tote bag le kar,
aur Arti apni light cotton saree me, jise wo baar-baar apni kamar ke paas sambhal rahi thi.
Rahat (masti bhare tone me):
“Kaptaan sahab, aaj to aap bade mood me lag rahi ho… kal raat ka party effect hai kya?”
Arti (smile chupate hue):
“Bas rehne de, tu bhi na… chhod in baato ko. Bata, kya lena hai tujhe?”
Rahat:
“Bas ye stall dikha na mujhe… yahan ke oxidized jhumke pure royal lagte hain.”
Wo dono ek chhoti si jhumke wali stall par rukti hain.
Rahat ek pair jhumke pehenti hai, aur Arti ke samne thoda pose karti hai.
Arti (tease karte hue):
“Wah wah, RJ madam to lag rahi hai kisi heroine se kam nahi.”
Rahat (hans kar):
“Tu library wali heroine hai, aur main mike wali. Perfect combo hai hum dono ka.”
Dono ke beech ek light laughter hoti hai —
market ki bheed ke beech wo dono apne world me kho jati hain.
Tabhi ek stall se ek chhoti ladki bhaag kar gir padti hai,
Rahat turant daud kar use uthati hai aur pyaar se kehti hai —
“Arey dhyaan se chalo, champ.”
Ladki ke maa aati hai aur shukriya kehkar use le jaati hai.
Arti use dekh kar softly bolti hai,
“Tu to har jagah hero ban jaati hai.”
Rahat (wink karte hue):
“Bas practice kar rahi hoon… kahin na kahin kisi kaam aa hi jaungi.”
Dono ek dusre ko dekh kar muskurati hain,
aur camera unke haath me liye shopping bags par zoom karta hai —
ek friendship aur unspoken bond ka perfect morning moment.
Bharpur bheed ke beech ek purani gali ke kone me, ek budhi aurat apni chhoti si stall par phool malaayein bech rahi thi.
Uske haath purane aur kapkape the, lekin har mala me ek nazakat thi — jaise wo apne dukh ko phoolon ke beech piro rahi ho.
Tabhi wahan kuchh badtameez ladke aate hain — local roadies type, ek ke haath me cigarette aur doosre ke muh me gutkha.
Ladka 1 (hans kar):
“Aree aunty, itni umar me bhi business kar rahi ho… kahin modelling karne ka plan to nahi?”
Unke aas paas khade kuch aur ladke bhi hans padte hain.
Budhi aurat kuch nahi kehti, sirf chup chaap mala pakad kar baith jaati hai.
Tabhi uski beti, ek 20–22 saal ki simple si ladki, aati hai — uske kapde me phool ki khushboo aur aankhon me ghussa.
Ladki (tez tone me):
“Apni zubaan sambhal kar baat kijiye. Maa ke sath aise baat karte hain aap log?”
Ladka 2 (smirking):
“Acha, ye to heroine nikli… chal na, hume bhi ek mala pehna de pyaar se.”
Uski baat par sab gandi hansi chhodd dete hain.
Ek aur ne to us ladki ke paas jaake phool ka haar utha liya, jaise mazaak bana raha ho.
Dur se, Arti aur Rahat dono ye sab notice kar rahi hoti hain.
Arti ke chehre par turant gussa aur tension aa jata hai.
Arti (serious tone me):
“Rahat… dekh na, wo log us ladki ke sath badtameezi kar rahe hain.”
Rahat (anger control karte hue):
“Haan… main dekhti hoon.”
Dono apne bag rakh kar tez kadam se us jagah ki taraf badhti hain.
Camera unke chehre par focus karta hai — Arti ke aankhon me protective spark, Rahat ke andar ek rebellion ki aag.
Dono ke chalne ke sath background me slow instrumental build hota hai —
“Yahan koi chhup kar zulm nahi karega…”
Scene yahin freeze hota hai —
Arti aur Rahat dono us badtameez group ke saamne pahuchne wale hote hain.
Rahat aur Arti tez kadam se us bheed ke beech pahuchti hain.
Wahan ab bhi wo gandi hansi, cheap comments aur hawas bhari nazar ka mahaul tha.
Budhi aurat apni beti ke peeche chhup gayi thi, aur wo ladki — aankhon me aansu lekar bhi, apni maa ke samne khadi thi, dar ke bawajood.
Rahat (tez awaaz me):
“Bas karo! Tum logon ko sharam nahi aati? Maa-beti par aise bol rahe ho jaise bazaar ke tamashe ho!”
Wo ladke palat kar Rahat aur Arti ko dekhte hain.
Unke chehre par ab aur bhi gandi smile aa jaati hai.
Ladka 1 (hans kar):
“Aree… aur aagayi heroines! Madam log moral science padhaane?”
(wo Arti ko upar se neeche tak dekh kar zuban ferhta hai or apne dono hatho se apne sine ko dabane lagta hai)
“Tu to bade sanskari type lagti hai, thoda close aake samjha de…”
Ladka 2 (Rahat ke paas aakar):
“Tum dono mil kar market aur bhi khoobsurat kar diya… chalo, ek photo ho jaye, raat ko yahi photo kaam aayegi tum logo par muthi marne ke liye...
(wo mobile nikalta hai, ganda pose banata hai)
Arti ke haath ka bag zor se band hota hai — uske andar ka calm aur shanti bhara look ab steel jaisi sakhti me badal gaya tha.
Rahat ek kadam aage badhti hai, aankhon me bijli si chamak ke sath.
Rahat (gharje hue):
“Zara haath uthana bhi mat sochna… warna tumhare phone ke camera nahi, tumhare daant nikal dungi!”
Bheed dheere-dheere rukti hai — kuch log tamasha dekh rahe hain, kuch quietly support me khade ho jaate hain.
Arti us ladki ke paas jaake use peeche karti hai, phir budhi maa ke haath se mala uthati hai.
Arti (thandi lekin kadak awaaz me):
“Ye mala izzat ki hai. Tum jaise log bas dekhne layak ho, pehnne layak nahi.”
Ek ladka sarcastic tone me bolta hai —
“Bohot dialogue maar leti ho… abhi choot maar ke dikhau kya ???
Bas yahi sunkar Rahat ek light but sharp punch us ladke ke face par padta or haath se mobile gira deti hai —
mobile zameen par toot jaata hai, sab log shock me chup.
Rahat:
“Ab bata, aur selfie chahiye?”
Arti uske turant baad dusre ladke ke haath se mala kheench kar uske gale me daal deti hai. Or use ghuma kar us ladke ko chok kar deti hai...
Arti (sarcastic smile ke sath):
“Lo, hero banne aaye the na? Ab devi maa ka bhakt ban jao.”
Bheed me kuchh auratein taaliyan bajati hain.
Wo ladke peeche hat jaate hain, kuchh security officer waale paas aa kar situation sambhalte hain.
Budhi aurat ke aankhon me aansu aa jaate hain.
Wo dono ke pair chhoone lagti hai, par Arti turant rok leti hai.
Arti (narmi se):
“Nahi maa ji… pair nahi, dua dijiye. Aaj humne sirf wahi kiya jo har aurat ko karna chahiye.”
Rahat (muskurate hue):
“Har beizzati ka jawab awaaz se dena padta hai… chup rehne se sirf zalim badhta hai.”
Bheed chhant jaati hai, hawaa me ek sukoon aur sakoon bhari khamoshi chhaj jaati hai.
Wo budhi aurat Arti ke haath me ek mala rakh deti hai.
Budhi aurat (rokti hui awaaz me):
“Betiyan bhi uparwale ka roop hoti hain… aaj samajh aaya.”
Camera zoom-out karta hai —
Rahat aur Arti dono side by side chalti hain, peeche market ka mahaul normal hone lagta hai.
Slow background music — “Behen_code — mission complete (instrumental theme)”
Scene – Auto Ride Back (Same Evening)
Market ka wo hungama ab shant ho chuka tha.
Rahat aur Arti ek chhoti si yellow auto me baithi thi — dono ke haath me thoda sa samaan, aur chehre par thoda sa thakaan lekin satisfaction bhi.
Auto dhool bhari sadak par hichkoli kha raha tha, hawaa me masale aur thande golgappe ka khushbu tha.
Rahat window se bahar dekhti hui muskurayi —
Rahat: “Aaj to maza aa gaya yaar, full action scene tha! Agar hum nahi hote na, to wo log us maa-beti ka kya haal kar dete…”
Arti dheere se muskuraati hai, par aankhen kuch aur soch rahi hoti hain.
Wo thodi khoyi si, apne dupatte ke kona se khelte hue bolti hai —
Arti: “Kabhi kabhi lagta hai, har ladki ke life me koi na koi ladka aisa zaroor milta hai… jo pehli nazar me hi samajh nahi aata, par ...”
Rahat palat kar dekhti hai, thoda tease karne wale tone me —
Rahat: “Oho… yeh dialogue to filmon me bhi nahi suna. Kya baat hai Arti madam, library me koi naya reader mil gaya kya?”
Arti thoda jhijhak kar nazar chura leti hai, aur khidki ke bahar dekhne lagti hai.
Arti (halke tone me): “Reader… haan, kuch aisa hi samajh lo. Bas ek ajeeb sa ladka hai. Har din aata tha, kal se nahi aaya…”
Rahat hans kar bolti hai —
Rahat: “Arey yaar, to call kar le! Membership form me number likha hoga na uska?”
Arti ek chhoti si hansi deti hai, magar aankhon me halka sa soch aur fikr ka saaya hai.
Arti (sochte huye): “Bas itna keh lo… kuch log number se nahi, nazar se yaad rehte hain.”
Auto ek sharp turn leta hai, hawa me dupatta jhoolta hai.
Arti ke chehre par ek soft aur mysterious muskaan aa jaati hai, jaise wo khud bhi nahi jaanti — uske dil me kya chal raha hai.
Rahat kuch respond karne hi wali hoti hai, par auto ruk jaata hai.
Driver: “Madam, aapka stop aa gaya.”
Dono utarti hain. Rahat ab bhi mazaak me bolti hai —
Rahat: “Agli baar market nahi, gol gappe ke update ke liye milti hoon.”
Arti bas ek halka sa smile karti hai, aankhon me kuch unsaid baatein le kar.
Camera uske chehre par zoom karta hai —
uske nazar me kahin door wo ladka dikhai deta hai, par sirf imagination me.
Background me soft tune bajta hai —
? “Kuch log milte nahi, bas yaadon me rehte hain…”
Scene – 4 PM Afternoon | Ishaani’s Restaurant, “Food Adda”
Dopahar ke chaar baj rahe the. Restaurant ke corner table par Anisha pehle se baithi thi — uske saamne coffee ka ek mug, aur uske opposite Kabir, casual T-shirt me, relaxed pose me baitha tha.
Dono ke beech me ek halke mazak bhara conversation chal raha tha. Kabir kuch keh kar hans padta hai, aur Anisha bhi muskurane lagti hai — tabhi restaurant ka glass door khulta hai.
Ek ek karke BEHEN_CODE ke members andar aati hain —
Rahat apni usual denim jacket me, Ishaani work apron utaarte hue, Arti ek pastel kurti me aur Anushka formal outfit me — jaise bank se seedha yahi aa gayi ho.
Sabhi ke chehre par ek hi expression:
> “Ooo… toh yeh hai scene?”
Ishaani sabse pehle aankhon se smile karte hue Arti ko dekhti hai, fir thoda head tilt karke “dekha na, maamla pakka romantic hai” jaisa look deti hai.
Rahat apni aankhon se “mission cancel, case close” jaisa signal deti hai.
Anushka bas ek eyebrow raise karti hai — “Hmm… interesting.”
Anisha un sabki aankhen feel kar leti hai. Uska chehra ek second ke liye serious ho jaata hai, jaise wo unke dimaag ka poora thought process padh chuki ho.
Phir wo coffee ka sip leke, kabir ke toward thoda jhukti hai, aur deliberately loud tone me bolti hai
Scene — “BEHEN_CODE Headquarters” (Ishaani’s Restaurant, Food Adda | Late Afternoon)
Corner table par ab sab paanch behene ek sath baithi hain — atmosphere serious bhi hai, hopeful bhi. Coffee ke mugs, open notepads aur ek silent anticipation hawa me hai.
Anisha thoda confident tone me bolti hai —
Anisha: “Guys, meet Kabir.”
(wo Kabir ki taraf ishara karti hai jo table ke side khada hai)
“Ye hi hai wo ladka jiske bare me maine tumhe text kiya tha. Kabir humari help karega — Vicky aur Humera ke case me.”
Ek second ke liye sab ladkiya ek dusre ki taraf dekhti hain —
ek mix expression: surprise + hope + disbelief.
Rahat: “Wait… kya? Ye humari help karega?”
Ishaani: “Ye kaun hai waise?”
Anisha ek chhoti si smile ke sath kehti hai,
Anisha: “Ye hai Kabir Malhotra, yaha ke MLA sahab ka door ka bhatija.”
Sab ladkiyon ke eyebrows ek sath upar uth jaate hain.
Anushka turant react karti hai,
Anushka: “Matlab political connection? That’s… useful.”
Arti softly bolti hai,
Arti: “Par kya ye sach me humari madad karega?”
Anisha turant bol padti hai,
Anisha: “Karega. Mujhe pata hai karega. Kabir ke paas access hai — college aur administration dono taraf. Vicky ki history, geography, economics sab detail hume mil sakti hai iske through.”
Kabir thoda awkwardly hansa jaata hai,
Kabir: “History, geography, economics? Interesting way to put it.”
(wo thoda serious tone me badalta hai)
“Anisha ne mujhe bataya kya hua tha Humera ke sath… wo hit-and-run case. I’m sorry for what you guys went through. Mujhe kuchh waqt do — main jitni information laa sakta hoon, laaunga.”
Ek pal ke liye table par silence chha jaata hai —
sirf ek emotion: hope.
Arti, Ishaani, Rahat, Anushka — sab ek dusre ko dekhti hain,
unki aankhon me ek saath ek spark — “shaayad is baar kuchh ho sake.”
Phir Anisha calmly kehti hai,
Anisha: “Okay Kabir, ab tumhe jana chahiye… see you in college.”
Kabir politely smile karta hai, sabko “Bye” bolta hai aur door se nikal jaata hai.
Jaise hi wo door band hota hai —
table ke upar curiosity ka bomb phat jaata hai.
Rahat: “Yeh ladka tujhe mila kaha?”
Ishaani: “Aur kya tune use humare secret group ke bare me bata diya?”
Anushka: “Kabse chal raha tum dono ka?”
Anisha apna sir pakad leti hai —
Anisha: “Areee bas bas! Chuppppppp! Ek ek karke poochho yaar!”
Sab ladkiya ek second ke liye chup ho jaati hain…
phir ek sath repeat karti hain —
“Kaha mila?” “Kya bataya?” “Kabse chal raha?”
Anisha exhale karti hai, phir haath uthakar bolti hai —
Anisha: “Meri hi college me padhta hai… kuch din pehle mila tha. Aur maine use BEHEN_CODE ke bare me kuch bhi nahi bataya. Sirf Humera ke case ka mention kiya tha, bas.”
Sab ek saath “Ooooh…” bolte hue relax ho jaati hain.
Arti: “Accha kaam kiya tune. Waise bhi kabhi kabhi help bahar se leni padti hai.”
Rahat: “Haan, lekin dekhti hoon kaafi smart hai wo… careful rehna.”
Ishaani kehti hai —
Ishaani: “Mujhe laga tu kabir ke sath ‘personal mission’ pe hai.”
Sab ladkiya ek sath hansa padti hain.
Hansi, mazak, teasing chalu — ek asli sisterhood wala moment.
Camera dheere-dheere unke table se zoom out hota hai —
unke laughter ke echoes hawa me ghoomte hain.
Frame window tak jata hai — jahan se shaam ki dhoop andar aa rahi hai.
Restaurant ke board ke neeche likha hai:
“FOOD ADDA — where stories begin.”
? Soft theme music fades in…
FADE OUT.
Scene – Arti’s Kitchen | same evening
Camera ek calm vibe capture karta hai —
kitchen me sunlight filtered curtains se aa rahi hai,
stove par chai simmer ho rahi hai,
aur corner me Arti chutney bana rahi hai —
mixer ke continuous humming ke saath uske thoughts bhi ghoom rahe hain.
Arti ke haath mechanically kaam kar rahe hain,
lekin uska dimaag kahin aur hai.
(Arti ke dil ki voice-over, soft aur thoughtful tone me):
“Wo ladka… aaj bhi nahi aaya.
Kal bhi nahi aaya.
Shayad… mera wo rude behaviour usse bura laga hoga.
Par mujhe bas use thank you hi to kehna tha…
Us raat, usne jo kiya, wo to wahi tha jo main khud karti hu —
ladkiyon ke liye khadi hoti hu, aur usne bhi wahi kiya.”
Camera slow zoom karta hai Arti ke chehre par —
uske expression me halka guilt, halka curiosity.
(Voice-over continues)
“Lekin… wo aa kyu nahi raha?
Kya mujhe usse milna chahiye tha? Ya bas bhool jaana chahiye sab kuch?”
Arti ke haath mixer ke button par jaate hain —
GRRRRRRRR—
aur tabhi —
mixer achanak ruk jaata hai.
Ek sharp click ki awaaz aati hai, silence chha jaata hai.
Arti ek pal ke liye static khadi rehti hai,
jaise uske thoughts bhi mixer ke sath freeze ho gaye ho.
Phir wo exhale karti hai,
aur softly bol padti hai —
Arti: “Bas… sab kuchh ruk kyun jaata hai jab mann kisi aur baat me uljha ho?”
Camera uske face se zoom out karta hai —
ek thodi si thaki, par thoughtful Arti —
background me chai ki halki si seeti bajti hai…
FADE OUT.
Scene – Next Morning, Local Street Market
Subah ki dhoop abhi halki si thi, aur hawa me chai aur pakode ki khushboo thi.
Market puri tarah se alive tha — hawkers ki awaaz, cycle wale ka bell, aur logon ki bheed.
Rahat aur Arti dono ek narrow lane me chal rahi thi, jahan dono taraf rang-birange stalls lage hue the —
kahin jhumke, kahin dupatte, kahin glass bangles.
Rahat apni usual jeans aur loose kurti me thi, ek haath me tote bag le kar,
aur Arti apni light cotton saree me, jise wo baar-baar apni kamar ke paas sambhal rahi thi.
Rahat (masti bhare tone me):
“Kaptaan sahab, aaj to aap bade mood me lag rahi ho… kal raat ka party effect hai kya?”
Arti (smile chupate hue):
“Bas rehne de, tu bhi na… chhod in baato ko. Bata, kya lena hai tujhe?”
Rahat:
“Bas ye stall dikha na mujhe… yahan ke oxidized jhumke pure royal lagte hain.”
Wo dono ek chhoti si jhumke wali stall par rukti hain.
Rahat ek pair jhumke pehenti hai, aur Arti ke samne thoda pose karti hai.
Arti (tease karte hue):
“Wah wah, RJ madam to lag rahi hai kisi heroine se kam nahi.”
Rahat (hans kar):
“Tu library wali heroine hai, aur main mike wali. Perfect combo hai hum dono ka.”
Dono ke beech ek light laughter hoti hai —
market ki bheed ke beech wo dono apne world me kho jati hain.
Tabhi ek stall se ek chhoti ladki bhaag kar gir padti hai,
Rahat turant daud kar use uthati hai aur pyaar se kehti hai —
“Arey dhyaan se chalo, champ.”
Ladki ke maa aati hai aur shukriya kehkar use le jaati hai.
Arti use dekh kar softly bolti hai,
“Tu to har jagah hero ban jaati hai.”
Rahat (wink karte hue):
“Bas practice kar rahi hoon… kahin na kahin kisi kaam aa hi jaungi.”
Dono ek dusre ko dekh kar muskurati hain,
aur camera unke haath me liye shopping bags par zoom karta hai —
ek friendship aur unspoken bond ka perfect morning moment.
Bharpur bheed ke beech ek purani gali ke kone me, ek budhi aurat apni chhoti si stall par phool malaayein bech rahi thi.
Uske haath purane aur kapkape the, lekin har mala me ek nazakat thi — jaise wo apne dukh ko phoolon ke beech piro rahi ho.
Tabhi wahan kuchh badtameez ladke aate hain — local roadies type, ek ke haath me cigarette aur doosre ke muh me gutkha.
Ladka 1 (hans kar):
“Aree aunty, itni umar me bhi business kar rahi ho… kahin modelling karne ka plan to nahi?”
Unke aas paas khade kuch aur ladke bhi hans padte hain.
Budhi aurat kuch nahi kehti, sirf chup chaap mala pakad kar baith jaati hai.
Tabhi uski beti, ek 20–22 saal ki simple si ladki, aati hai — uske kapde me phool ki khushboo aur aankhon me ghussa.
Ladki (tez tone me):
“Apni zubaan sambhal kar baat kijiye. Maa ke sath aise baat karte hain aap log?”
Ladka 2 (smirking):
“Acha, ye to heroine nikli… chal na, hume bhi ek mala pehna de pyaar se.”
Uski baat par sab gandi hansi chhodd dete hain.
Ek aur ne to us ladki ke paas jaake phool ka haar utha liya, jaise mazaak bana raha ho.
Dur se, Arti aur Rahat dono ye sab notice kar rahi hoti hain.
Arti ke chehre par turant gussa aur tension aa jata hai.
Arti (serious tone me):
“Rahat… dekh na, wo log us ladki ke sath badtameezi kar rahe hain.”
Rahat (anger control karte hue):
“Haan… main dekhti hoon.”
Dono apne bag rakh kar tez kadam se us jagah ki taraf badhti hain.
Camera unke chehre par focus karta hai — Arti ke aankhon me protective spark, Rahat ke andar ek rebellion ki aag.
Dono ke chalne ke sath background me slow instrumental build hota hai —
“Yahan koi chhup kar zulm nahi karega…”
Scene yahin freeze hota hai —
Arti aur Rahat dono us badtameez group ke saamne pahuchne wale hote hain.
Rahat aur Arti tez kadam se us bheed ke beech pahuchti hain.
Wahan ab bhi wo gandi hansi, cheap comments aur hawas bhari nazar ka mahaul tha.
Budhi aurat apni beti ke peeche chhup gayi thi, aur wo ladki — aankhon me aansu lekar bhi, apni maa ke samne khadi thi, dar ke bawajood.
Rahat (tez awaaz me):
“Bas karo! Tum logon ko sharam nahi aati? Maa-beti par aise bol rahe ho jaise bazaar ke tamashe ho!”
Wo ladke palat kar Rahat aur Arti ko dekhte hain.
Unke chehre par ab aur bhi gandi smile aa jaati hai.
Ladka 1 (hans kar):
“Aree… aur aagayi heroines! Madam log moral science padhaane?”
(wo Arti ko upar se neeche tak dekh kar zuban ferhta hai or apne dono hatho se apne sine ko dabane lagta hai)
“Tu to bade sanskari type lagti hai, thoda close aake samjha de…”
Ladka 2 (Rahat ke paas aakar):
“Tum dono mil kar market aur bhi khoobsurat kar diya… chalo, ek photo ho jaye, raat ko yahi photo kaam aayegi tum logo par muthi marne ke liye...
(wo mobile nikalta hai, ganda pose banata hai)
Arti ke haath ka bag zor se band hota hai — uske andar ka calm aur shanti bhara look ab steel jaisi sakhti me badal gaya tha.
Rahat ek kadam aage badhti hai, aankhon me bijli si chamak ke sath.
Rahat (gharje hue):
“Zara haath uthana bhi mat sochna… warna tumhare phone ke camera nahi, tumhare daant nikal dungi!”
Bheed dheere-dheere rukti hai — kuch log tamasha dekh rahe hain, kuch quietly support me khade ho jaate hain.
Arti us ladki ke paas jaake use peeche karti hai, phir budhi maa ke haath se mala uthati hai.
Arti (thandi lekin kadak awaaz me):
“Ye mala izzat ki hai. Tum jaise log bas dekhne layak ho, pehnne layak nahi.”
Ek ladka sarcastic tone me bolta hai —
“Bohot dialogue maar leti ho… abhi choot maar ke dikhau kya ???
Bas yahi sunkar Rahat ek light but sharp punch us ladke ke face par padta or haath se mobile gira deti hai —
mobile zameen par toot jaata hai, sab log shock me chup.
Rahat:
“Ab bata, aur selfie chahiye?”
Arti uske turant baad dusre ladke ke haath se mala kheench kar uske gale me daal deti hai. Or use ghuma kar us ladke ko chok kar deti hai...
Arti (sarcastic smile ke sath):
“Lo, hero banne aaye the na? Ab devi maa ka bhakt ban jao.”
Bheed me kuchh auratein taaliyan bajati hain.
Wo ladke peeche hat jaate hain, kuchh security officer waale paas aa kar situation sambhalte hain.
Budhi aurat ke aankhon me aansu aa jaate hain.
Wo dono ke pair chhoone lagti hai, par Arti turant rok leti hai.
Arti (narmi se):
“Nahi maa ji… pair nahi, dua dijiye. Aaj humne sirf wahi kiya jo har aurat ko karna chahiye.”
Rahat (muskurate hue):
“Har beizzati ka jawab awaaz se dena padta hai… chup rehne se sirf zalim badhta hai.”
Bheed chhant jaati hai, hawaa me ek sukoon aur sakoon bhari khamoshi chhaj jaati hai.
Wo budhi aurat Arti ke haath me ek mala rakh deti hai.
Budhi aurat (rokti hui awaaz me):
“Betiyan bhi uparwale ka roop hoti hain… aaj samajh aaya.”
Camera zoom-out karta hai —
Rahat aur Arti dono side by side chalti hain, peeche market ka mahaul normal hone lagta hai.
Slow background music — “Behen_code — mission complete (instrumental theme)”
Scene – Auto Ride Back (Same Evening)
Market ka wo hungama ab shant ho chuka tha.
Rahat aur Arti ek chhoti si yellow auto me baithi thi — dono ke haath me thoda sa samaan, aur chehre par thoda sa thakaan lekin satisfaction bhi.
Auto dhool bhari sadak par hichkoli kha raha tha, hawaa me masale aur thande golgappe ka khushbu tha.
Rahat window se bahar dekhti hui muskurayi —
Rahat: “Aaj to maza aa gaya yaar, full action scene tha! Agar hum nahi hote na, to wo log us maa-beti ka kya haal kar dete…”
Arti dheere se muskuraati hai, par aankhen kuch aur soch rahi hoti hain.
Wo thodi khoyi si, apne dupatte ke kona se khelte hue bolti hai —
Arti: “Kabhi kabhi lagta hai, har ladki ke life me koi na koi ladka aisa zaroor milta hai… jo pehli nazar me hi samajh nahi aata, par ...”
Rahat palat kar dekhti hai, thoda tease karne wale tone me —
Rahat: “Oho… yeh dialogue to filmon me bhi nahi suna. Kya baat hai Arti madam, library me koi naya reader mil gaya kya?”
Arti thoda jhijhak kar nazar chura leti hai, aur khidki ke bahar dekhne lagti hai.
Arti (halke tone me): “Reader… haan, kuch aisa hi samajh lo. Bas ek ajeeb sa ladka hai. Har din aata tha, kal se nahi aaya…”
Rahat hans kar bolti hai —
Rahat: “Arey yaar, to call kar le! Membership form me number likha hoga na uska?”
Arti ek chhoti si hansi deti hai, magar aankhon me halka sa soch aur fikr ka saaya hai.
Arti (sochte huye): “Bas itna keh lo… kuch log number se nahi, nazar se yaad rehte hain.”
Auto ek sharp turn leta hai, hawa me dupatta jhoolta hai.
Arti ke chehre par ek soft aur mysterious muskaan aa jaati hai, jaise wo khud bhi nahi jaanti — uske dil me kya chal raha hai.
Rahat kuch respond karne hi wali hoti hai, par auto ruk jaata hai.
Driver: “Madam, aapka stop aa gaya.”
Dono utarti hain. Rahat ab bhi mazaak me bolti hai —
Rahat: “Agli baar market nahi, gol gappe ke update ke liye milti hoon.”
Arti bas ek halka sa smile karti hai, aankhon me kuch unsaid baatein le kar.
Camera uske chehre par zoom karta hai —
uske nazar me kahin door wo ladka dikhai deta hai, par sirf imagination me.
Background me soft tune bajta hai —
? “Kuch log milte nahi, bas yaadon me rehte hain…”
Scene – 4 PM Afternoon | Ishaani’s Restaurant, “Food Adda”
Dopahar ke chaar baj rahe the. Restaurant ke corner table par Anisha pehle se baithi thi — uske saamne coffee ka ek mug, aur uske opposite Kabir, casual T-shirt me, relaxed pose me baitha tha.
Dono ke beech me ek halke mazak bhara conversation chal raha tha. Kabir kuch keh kar hans padta hai, aur Anisha bhi muskurane lagti hai — tabhi restaurant ka glass door khulta hai.
Ek ek karke BEHEN_CODE ke members andar aati hain —
Rahat apni usual denim jacket me, Ishaani work apron utaarte hue, Arti ek pastel kurti me aur Anushka formal outfit me — jaise bank se seedha yahi aa gayi ho.
Sabhi ke chehre par ek hi expression:
> “Ooo… toh yeh hai scene?”
Ishaani sabse pehle aankhon se smile karte hue Arti ko dekhti hai, fir thoda head tilt karke “dekha na, maamla pakka romantic hai” jaisa look deti hai.
Rahat apni aankhon se “mission cancel, case close” jaisa signal deti hai.
Anushka bas ek eyebrow raise karti hai — “Hmm… interesting.”
Anisha un sabki aankhen feel kar leti hai. Uska chehra ek second ke liye serious ho jaata hai, jaise wo unke dimaag ka poora thought process padh chuki ho.
Phir wo coffee ka sip leke, kabir ke toward thoda jhukti hai, aur deliberately loud tone me bolti hai
Scene — “BEHEN_CODE Headquarters” (Ishaani’s Restaurant, Food Adda | Late Afternoon)
Corner table par ab sab paanch behene ek sath baithi hain — atmosphere serious bhi hai, hopeful bhi. Coffee ke mugs, open notepads aur ek silent anticipation hawa me hai.
Anisha thoda confident tone me bolti hai —
Anisha: “Guys, meet Kabir.”
(wo Kabir ki taraf ishara karti hai jo table ke side khada hai)
“Ye hi hai wo ladka jiske bare me maine tumhe text kiya tha. Kabir humari help karega — Vicky aur Humera ke case me.”
Ek second ke liye sab ladkiya ek dusre ki taraf dekhti hain —
ek mix expression: surprise + hope + disbelief.
Rahat: “Wait… kya? Ye humari help karega?”
Ishaani: “Ye kaun hai waise?”
Anisha ek chhoti si smile ke sath kehti hai,
Anisha: “Ye hai Kabir Malhotra, yaha ke MLA sahab ka door ka bhatija.”
Sab ladkiyon ke eyebrows ek sath upar uth jaate hain.
Anushka turant react karti hai,
Anushka: “Matlab political connection? That’s… useful.”
Arti softly bolti hai,
Arti: “Par kya ye sach me humari madad karega?”
Anisha turant bol padti hai,
Anisha: “Karega. Mujhe pata hai karega. Kabir ke paas access hai — college aur administration dono taraf. Vicky ki history, geography, economics sab detail hume mil sakti hai iske through.”
Kabir thoda awkwardly hansa jaata hai,
Kabir: “History, geography, economics? Interesting way to put it.”
(wo thoda serious tone me badalta hai)
“Anisha ne mujhe bataya kya hua tha Humera ke sath… wo hit-and-run case. I’m sorry for what you guys went through. Mujhe kuchh waqt do — main jitni information laa sakta hoon, laaunga.”
Ek pal ke liye table par silence chha jaata hai —
sirf ek emotion: hope.
Arti, Ishaani, Rahat, Anushka — sab ek dusre ko dekhti hain,
unki aankhon me ek saath ek spark — “shaayad is baar kuchh ho sake.”
Phir Anisha calmly kehti hai,
Anisha: “Okay Kabir, ab tumhe jana chahiye… see you in college.”
Kabir politely smile karta hai, sabko “Bye” bolta hai aur door se nikal jaata hai.
Jaise hi wo door band hota hai —
table ke upar curiosity ka bomb phat jaata hai.
Rahat: “Yeh ladka tujhe mila kaha?”
Ishaani: “Aur kya tune use humare secret group ke bare me bata diya?”
Anushka: “Kabse chal raha tum dono ka?”
Anisha apna sir pakad leti hai —
Anisha: “Areee bas bas! Chuppppppp! Ek ek karke poochho yaar!”
Sab ladkiya ek second ke liye chup ho jaati hain…
phir ek sath repeat karti hain —
“Kaha mila?” “Kya bataya?” “Kabse chal raha?”
Anisha exhale karti hai, phir haath uthakar bolti hai —
Anisha: “Meri hi college me padhta hai… kuch din pehle mila tha. Aur maine use BEHEN_CODE ke bare me kuch bhi nahi bataya. Sirf Humera ke case ka mention kiya tha, bas.”
Sab ek saath “Ooooh…” bolte hue relax ho jaati hain.
Arti: “Accha kaam kiya tune. Waise bhi kabhi kabhi help bahar se leni padti hai.”
Rahat: “Haan, lekin dekhti hoon kaafi smart hai wo… careful rehna.”
Ishaani kehti hai —
Ishaani: “Mujhe laga tu kabir ke sath ‘personal mission’ pe hai.”
Sab ladkiya ek sath hansa padti hain.
Hansi, mazak, teasing chalu — ek asli sisterhood wala moment.
Camera dheere-dheere unke table se zoom out hota hai —
unke laughter ke echoes hawa me ghoomte hain.
Frame window tak jata hai — jahan se shaam ki dhoop andar aa rahi hai.
Restaurant ke board ke neeche likha hai:
“FOOD ADDA — where stories begin.”
? Soft theme music fades in…
FADE OUT.
Scene – Arti’s Kitchen | same evening
Camera ek calm vibe capture karta hai —
kitchen me sunlight filtered curtains se aa rahi hai,
stove par chai simmer ho rahi hai,
aur corner me Arti chutney bana rahi hai —
mixer ke continuous humming ke saath uske thoughts bhi ghoom rahe hain.
Arti ke haath mechanically kaam kar rahe hain,
lekin uska dimaag kahin aur hai.
(Arti ke dil ki voice-over, soft aur thoughtful tone me):
“Wo ladka… aaj bhi nahi aaya.
Kal bhi nahi aaya.
Shayad… mera wo rude behaviour usse bura laga hoga.
Par mujhe bas use thank you hi to kehna tha…
Us raat, usne jo kiya, wo to wahi tha jo main khud karti hu —
ladkiyon ke liye khadi hoti hu, aur usne bhi wahi kiya.”
Camera slow zoom karta hai Arti ke chehre par —
uske expression me halka guilt, halka curiosity.
(Voice-over continues)
“Lekin… wo aa kyu nahi raha?
Kya mujhe usse milna chahiye tha? Ya bas bhool jaana chahiye sab kuch?”
Arti ke haath mixer ke button par jaate hain —
GRRRRRRRR—
aur tabhi —
mixer achanak ruk jaata hai.
Ek sharp click ki awaaz aati hai, silence chha jaata hai.
Arti ek pal ke liye static khadi rehti hai,
jaise uske thoughts bhi mixer ke sath freeze ho gaye ho.
Phir wo exhale karti hai,
aur softly bol padti hai —
Arti: “Bas… sab kuchh ruk kyun jaata hai jab mann kisi aur baat me uljha ho?”
Camera uske face se zoom out karta hai —
ek thodi si thaki, par thoughtful Arti —
background me chai ki halki si seeti bajti hai…
FADE OUT.
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