20-12-2025, 05:27 PM
Update 24
Scene: Radio Station – Late Evening
Rahat studio me apne mic ke samne baithi hai.
Glass cabin ke bahar “ON AIR” ka red bulb jal raha hai.
Room me halka jazz instrumental chal raha hai — uske show ka signature theme.
Rahat (soft smile ke sath mic me):
“...aur aap sun rahe hain Rahat ki Raatein — jahan hum baat karte hain dil se dil tak…”
Wo caller line pe aata hai — ek ladka, voice me halka hesitation.
Caller:
“Ma’am, mujhe ek baat poochhni thi…
Dosti aur pyaar me farq kaise samjha jaye? Matlab… jab ek dost achha lagne lage, toh kaise pata chale ki wo sirf dosti nahi hai?”
Rahat ke lips par halki muskurahat aati hai, lekin aankhon me thodi gehraai — ek purani yaad ki halki chhabi.
Wo kuch second chup rehti hai, fir mic ke kareeb jhukti hai.
Rahat (gentle tone):
“Hmm… mushkil sawaal hai.
Kabhi kabhi dosti aur pyaar ek hi raaste par chalne lagte hain,
sirf ek mod hota hai jahan dono alag nikal padte hain.
Aur wo mod tab aata hai jab…
aap us dost ke bina apne din ka soch nahi paate.”
(Background music dheere dheere emotional tune me badalta hai.)
Rahat (thoda muskurate hue):
“Bas wahi pal hota hai jab samajh aa jata hai —
yeh sirf dosti nahi rahi…”
Jaise hi wo yeh line bolti hai, camera slow zoom in karta hai uske chehre par —
aur ek soft fade hota hai…
---
FLASHBACK MONTAGE — 3 YEARS AGO
Location: Radio Journalism Seminar, Delhi
Crowd me young trainees baithe hue.
Stage par Rahat Sameer or dusre radio station se alag alag RJs— confident, charming voice, mic ke saath baat kar raha hai:
“Radio ek aawaz nahi, ek ehsaas hota hai… aur agar aapka dil usme nahi hai, toh shabdon ka koi matlab nahi.”
Stage par Rahat — notebook me notes likhte hue, aankhon me admiration.
Seminar ke baad Sameer uske paas aata hai.
Sameer (smiling):
“Tumhara reply interesting tha. Tum radio ke liye bani ho, Rahat.”
Rahat (nervously):
“Sir, bas seekh rahi hoon. Aap jaisa banne me abhi waqt lagega.”
Sameer (soft chuckle):
“Waqt nahi, jazba chahiye.”
Montage me soft music chalta hai —
Sameer usse studio ke controls sikhata hai.
Dono ek mic share karte hue laugh kar rahe hain.
Rainy evening, cafeteria ke corner table par coffee ke cups.
Sameer ke kehne par Rahat apni pehli on-air line bolti hai, voice trembling — Sameer thumbs-up deta hai.
Ek day, Sameer uske baal ke ek strand ko ear ke peeche karta hai — moment freeze hota hai.
Back to present.
---
PRESENT — RADIO STUDIO
Rahat ek deep breath leti hai, aur aankhon se ek halka sa smile phir se banati hai, jaise yaadon ko cover kar rahi ho.
Mic me bolti hai:
Rahat (softly):
“Toh mere caller dost… agar wo pal aapko mil gaya hai, toh use chhupaiye mat.
Pyaar kabhi mic off karke nahi bola jaata… use duniya sun leti hai.”
Music fades out.
Camera uske side profile se slow zoom out hota hai —
window ke bahar shaam ka andhera,
aur Rahat ke chehre par ek muskurahat jo sirf uske dil ko samajh aati hai.
Scene: SAME DAY – Afternoon – Bank Office (Anushka’s Branch)
Bank ka environment usual rush me tha — counters pe customers,
peon slips baant raha, print machines ka constant hum…
Anushka apni desk par files arrange kar rahi thi,
lekin uska mind abhi bhi uss mystery email me atka hua tha jo usse kal raat mila tha:
> “Tumhare papa ka accident… accident nahi tha.”
Uski ungliyan paper ke corner ko daba-daba ke straighten kar rahi thi,
par dimaag bilkul scatter.
Tabhi…
Jeevan — wohi senior uncle type employee,
jo sabke saamne sweet, lekin andar kuch aur —
uski desk ke paas rukta hai.
Jeevan (fake warm smile):
“Anushka beti, lagta hai aaj thodi thaki hui ho? Sab theek toh hai?”
Anushka upar dekhti hai.
Uska expression polite hai, lekin aankhon me clearly doubt.
Woh kal se notice kar rahi hai — Jeevan unusual tareeke se zyada friendly ho raha hai.
Anushka:
“Haan sir. Bas thoda workload tha.”
Jeevan (leaning slightly):
“Dekho… tumhare papa ka kaam hum sabne dekha hai.
Tum acche se kar rahi ho, mujhe khushi hoti hai.
Waise… koi tension ho, toh mujhe bata sakti ho.
Main tumhare papa ka purana dost hoon.”
“Papa ka dost…”
Yeh line Anushka ke dimaag me goonjti hai…
Kyoki wahi email me likha tha —
“Jis par tumhara bharosa hai, usi ne sab chhupaya.”
Anushka ke andar ek halki si shiver jaati hai…
Lekin wo apne chehre par koi expression nahi aane deti.
Anushka (controlled smile):
“Sir, agar kuchh hoga toh main zaroor bataungi.”
Jeevan ek deep glance deta hai —
jaise uska reaction scan kar raha ho.
Jeevan:
“Good. Achha, mujhe yeh locker audit file de dena shaam tak.”
(Aankhon me ek ajeeb si tightening)
“Aur email check karti rehna… banking me updates aate rehte hain.”
Wo jaise keh raha ho —
I know.
Jeevan waha se nikal jata hai…
Aur jaate jaate ek baar peeche mud kar uski taraf dekhta zaroor hai.
Camera Anushka ke chehre par close-up leta hai —
ab uski suspicion aur badh chuki hai.
---
Cut to – A Few Minutes Later
Anushka apni screen on karti hai.
Inbox kholti hai.
Ek naya email.
Subject:
> “He was not who you think.”
Message:
> “Agar sach chahiyé… purani files me ‘27 September – Internal Audit Report’ dhoondho.
Us din sab kuch badla tha.”
Anushka ka heartbeat fast.
September 27… wahi date jiske aas-paas papa ka accident hua tha.
Wo turant branch record room ki taraf badhti hai.
Door band hai.
OP naam ka junior staff bolt lagate hue bahar aata hai.
Junior:
“Ma’am, sir ne bola hai ki record room me koi access nahi karega.
Kuch renovation type ka kaam hai.”
Anushka:
“Kaun sir?”
Junior:
“Jeevan sir.”
Camera Anushka ki aankhon me zoom…
Ab puzzle ke pieces dheere-dheere match hone lagte hain.
But not fully — jitna audience ko tease karna chahiye, utna hi.
---
Scene End Beat
Anushka dheere se ek deep breath leti hai…
aur under her breath whisper karti hai:
Anushka (whisper):
“Papa… aapne mujhe kya chhupa diya tha…
aur kaun chhupa raha hai?”
Camera uske determined face se zoom out hota hai —
like a mystery layer opening.
? Arti – Library Scene (Cinematic, Emotional, Slow-burn Tension)
Library me shaam ka halka-sa sooraj ghus raha tha…
Shelf ki dhool mein se nikalti ek golden light, aur beech mein Arti — bilkul uljhi hui, bilkul khoyi hui.
Aaj uska mann bilkul bhi kaam me nahi lag raha tha.
Woh table ko saaf karti…
Phir ruk jaati.
Diary kholti…
Phir aankhen bandh ho jaati.
Us raat ka flash…
Party ki loud music ke beech ek ladki ka cheekhna…
Aur woh ladka — wohi ajnabee — bina soche us bheed me ghusna…
Us ladki ko bachana…
Uske kandhe par light ka ek rays girna…
Aur phir uska chehra — bilkul calm, bilkul composed.
Arti ki saanse ruki si jaati.
“Yeh ladka… mujhe disturb kyun kar raha hai?”
Wo apne aap se khafa ho kar kahti hai, uske kitchen me bhi Aaj kal uske mixer grinder ki awaz, cooker ki seeti, sab aaj background noise jaisi lag rahi thi.
Library me aaj koi reader bhi nahi tha.
Sirf Arti… aur uske khayal.
Wo ek novel ko lift karti hai, pages palatne lagti hai, lekin har do pages ke baad…
Usi raat ka ek flash.
Uski aankhon ka intense look.
Uska “Are you okay?” kehna.
Aur phir… agle din se uska gaayab ho jana.
Arti irritate ho kar shelf pe book rakh deti hai.
“Kaun hota hai yeh mere dimaag me ghusne wala…?!”
Woh halki si naraz si smile karti hai — apne aap par.
Phir, jaise hi woh dusri shelf ki taraf jaati hai,
uski nazar ek purane wooden frame par padti hai — jispe ek quote likha hota hai:
“Every story has its records.”
Arti turant freeze ho jaati hai.
Uski aankhen “records” par atak jaati hain.
“Records…”
Woh dheere se repeat karti hai—jaise koi badi baat uske dimag me click hui ho.
Agli hi second — Arti palat kar apni library ke dusre corner ki taraf bhaagti hai.
Woh purani steel ki almari khol deti hai, jismei usne saal-dar-sall ka har ek visitor register, membership form, entry record sambhal kar rakha tha.
Uske haath thode se kaap rahe the…
“Shayad… shayad kuch mila…”
Wo apne aap se bolti jaati hai.
Arti ek ek folder open karne lagti hai—
Page palatne ki rapid kharak…
Uske ungliyon ka bechain hona…
Uska ghutno ke bal baith kar purane envelopes nikalna…
Kahani yahin end nahi hoti—
Arti ko kuch dhundhna hi tha…
Wo kuch connect karne lagi thi…
✨ Ishaani Subplot – Scene: Meeting With Nandita (Lawyer)
Setting: Ishaani ke restaurant ka back-side wala small private area.
Time: Same day evening.
Mood: Serious, investigative, legal tension.
---
Scene Begins
Restaurant almost full tha…
Front area me customers ki awazein thi, lekin back-side ka small corner silence me dubaa hua.
Round table par Ishaani, Humera, aur unki lawyer Nandita Roy baithi thi — strict, focused aur always-to-the-point.
Ishaani ne ek file table par slide ki.
Humera bilkul tense aankhon ke saath baithi thi.
Nandita spectacles thoda adjust kar ke dono ko ek dum lawyer-mode me dekh rahi thi.
---
Nandita (serious tone):
“Alright… tum dono ne jo details bheji thi Vicky ke behaviour ki…
I need everything chronologically.
Yeh normal case issue nahi lag raha.”
Humera turant baat pakad leti hai:
Humera:
“Nandita ma’am… Vicky ka possessive nature itna extreme ho gaya tha us din....
Nandita file khol kar notes banane lagti hai.
Nandita:
“Follow ka proof? Messages? Photos? CCTV? Kuch bhi?”
Ishaani turant chipak kar baithti hai:
Ishaani:
“Proof abhi kam hai… lekin behaviour pattern clear hai.
Aur jis din accident hua… Humera ki dadi ko jis angle se hit kiya gaya hai…
It doesn't look like a random hit-and-run.”
Nandita ek second ke liye file bandh karti hai.
Uski aankhon me woh lawyer wali sharpness aa jati hai.
Nandita:
“I want you girls to understand.
Agar Vicky ne ye jaana-boojh kar kiya hai…
To hum criminal case file kar sakte hain.
Lekin bina evidence ke court me kuch prove nahi hoga.”
Humera ka throat dry hota hai.
Ishaani uske haath par haath rakhti hai.
Humera (dheemi si broken awaaz me):
“Us din jis tarah usne mujhe dekha tha… mujhe abhi bhi woh aankhen yaad hain.
Jaise woh warning de raha ho.”
Nandita slightly nod karti hai—
ye detail important thi.
Phir woh seedha Ishaani ki taraf mudti hai:
Nandita:
“Ishaani… tumhari group ki girls ladkiyon ke unfair cases handle karti hain… right?”
Ishaani ek second ke liye freeze.
Nandita ko "Behen_Code" naam nahi pata tha,
lekin concept samajh gayi thi.
Ishaani:
“Hum… bas help karte hain.
Secretly.”
Nandita pen rakh kar unhe serious expression me dekhti hai.
Nandita:
“Is baar personal mat lena.
Vicky dangerous ho sakta hai.
Use lightly mat lena.”
Nandita finally file pack karti hai:
Nandita:
“And girls…
Be careful.”
---
Scene End
Nandita uth kar chali jati hai.
Ishaani aur Humera ek dusre ko silent nod deti hain—
Humera apna dupatta sambhalte hue khadi hoti hai.
Humera (soft, drained):
“I’ll text you the details…
Aur… thanks, Ishaani.”
Ishaani sirf uska kandha pakad kar nod karti hai.
Humera waha se nikal jaati hai…
Corner table ekdum akela reh jata hai.
Ishaani ek lamhi ke liye aankhen band kar ke deep breath leti hai.
Case ki tension uske andar abhi bhi thodi heavy thi…
Tabhi—
Door ka chime bajta hai.
Ishaani apni aankhen kholti hai…
Aur uska crush
— curly hair, tall, woh calm aur composed sa ladka —
andar enter hota hai.
Aaj woh akela tha.
No guitar, no friends.
Sirf woh.
Ishaani ke pair jaise thodi der freeze ho jate hain…
Phir woh automatically order counter ki taraf chal padti hai.
---
Scene: Ishaani Takes His Order
Woh ladka usual corner table par baith chuka tha.
Ishaani plate-booking pad le kar uske samne jaake ruk gayi.
Uske haath halki si shiver kar rahe the.
Woh khud mehsoos kar rahi thi —
palms warm, heartbeat fast.
Ladka casually menu band karta hai…
Aur Ishaani ki aankhon me dekh kar woh wali smile deta hai—
aaj thodi soft, thodi sincere.
Crush:
“Same as usual…”
(ek second rukta hai, phir halki si teasing smile)
“…unless aaj aap kuch recommend karengi?”
Ishaani ki saanson ka flow thoda rukta hai.
Woh bas neck ke side se baal hatati hai aur soft voice me bolti:
Ishaani:
“I’ll… uhh… bring your usual. Just 2 minutes.”
Ladka ek baar phir smile karta hai.
Ishaani turant palat jaati hai—
kyunki agar woh ek second aur rukti to blush control karna mushkil ho jata.
---
Scene: Inside the Kitchen
Kitchen ke steel counters ke beech chalti hui Ishaani ko ek flash yaad aata hai—
Humera ki baat:
“Bas ek step le le… try kar, Ishaani. Tu deserve karti hai.”
Ishaani shelf se tray uthati hai.
Phir carefully ek white napkin leti hai.
Aur pen ka cap teeth se khol kar,
jaldi se likhti hai:
“This is my number… if you ever want to talk. – Ishaani”
Heart racing…
Hands trembling light…
Par face fully determined.
Woh napkin neatly fold kar ke plate ke neeche is tarah slip karti hai ki bas recipient hi notice kare.
---
Scene: Plate Delivery
Ishaani calm face banaye,
plate lekar uske table tak aati hai.
Ishaani (polite, almost whispering):
“Here you go.”
Woh ladka thank-you bolta hai.
Ishaani ek second ke liye aankhon se contact avoid karti hai
— phir seedhi counter ke peeche wapas aa jaati hai.
Ladka food ke saath bite lena start karta hai…
Aur plate thodi sa side karta hai.
Tabhi—
napkin corner slip hota hai.
Woh ladka rukwa.
Napkin uthaya.
Aur jaise hi number dekha—
uski smile deep ho gayi.
Warm. Genuine.
Shock, surprise aur delight mix.
Aur woh seedha Ishaani ki taraf dekhta hai.
---
Ishaani kitchen ke glass window se thoda side hat kar khadi thi—
jaise pretend kar rahi ho busy hai.
Par duaon-jaisa realism uske chehre par tha.
Jab ladka ne smile kar ke napkin fold karke apni pocket me dala…
Ishaani ke chehre par ek soft relief, ek subtle happiness baras padi.
Exactly woh jaise
“Finally… maine kar diya.”
Ek choti victory.
Ek chhupa sa hope.
Aur ek lamha
jisme duniya thodi si pyari lagti hai.
✨ Anisha – Hostel Night Scene
Scene: Late night, girls’ hostel.
Lights dim, corridors silent, bas windows se thandi hawa aa rahi thi.
Anisha apne bed par bethi thi, books khuli hui, par dhyaan kahin aur tha.
Woh ek page पलटती hai…
Phir ruk jaati hai.
Ek moment me hi kuch yaad aata hai.
Uski aankhon me ek spark.
Woh slowly apna phone uthati hai…
Dial pad open karti hai…
Aur jo number press karti hai,
screen par naam flash hota hai—
KABIR
(ek chhoti si smile uske lips par khil jaati hai)
Phone 2 baar ring hota hai…
Kabir (line pick karte hi, teasing tone):
“Arre wah… Student of the Year khud call kar rahi hai? Kya baat, aaj library band thi kya?”
Anisha (eyes narrow, playful):
“Chup karo, kabir…
Pehle to bolo busy ho? Ya disturb kar diya?”
Kabir:
“Mujhe disturb karne ka haq sirf kuch selected logo ko hai… aur tum unme ho.”
Anisha aankh ghumati hai, lekin cheek ka ek corner softly smile kar raha tha.
Anisha:
“Thik hai Mr. Flirt… kaafi hogaya?
Mujhe serious baat karni hai.”
Kabir:
“Arre arre, chalo bolo. Madam ka hukum sar aankhon par.”
Anisha ek deep breath leti hai.
Anisha:
“Humera–Vicky case ke details…
Kuch mila?”
Kabir 2 sec silent hota hai, phir ek casual par important tone me bolta hai:
Kabir:
“Actually… haan.
Do din baad Vicky ke ghar ek badi party hai.
Politicians, businessmen, media—sab aayenge.
Aur coincidentally…”
(Thoda dramatic pause)
“…mere paas 2 passes hain.”
Anisha ka haath rukta hai.
Eyes widen.
Heart beat ek beat skip.
Anisha:
“Bingo!”
(smirks)
“Yahi perfect chance hai sab details janne ka.”
Kabir laugh karta hai, thoda flirty tone me shift.
Kabir:
“Haan sab to theek hai, madam investigator…
Par ek problem hai.”
Anisha:
“Kya?”
Kabir (fake sigh):
“Mere paas 2 passes hain…
Aur abhi tak kisi bhi ladki ya kisi dost ne mujhse puchha nahi ki party me saath chalun…”
(Voice halki si teasing, halki si romantic)
“…to main soch raha hu ki kaise jaunga?”
Anisha ek second ke liye blush karti hai.
Eyes automatically side me chali jaati hain.
Smile rok nahi paati.
Anisha (softly, mix of shy & attitude):
“To phir… akele chale jaana na.”
Aur bina usse aur mauka diye—
Phone cut.
Screen blank ho jaati hai.
Anisha phone ko dekh kar halki hasi rok nahi paati—
ek shy glowing smile.
Cut to Kabir, apne kamre me phone dekh kar muskurata hua—
Kabir (whispering to himself):
“Samajh gaya, madam…
Blush kar rahi thi.”
Scene fades out.
Scene: Radio Station – Late Evening
Rahat studio me apne mic ke samne baithi hai.
Glass cabin ke bahar “ON AIR” ka red bulb jal raha hai.
Room me halka jazz instrumental chal raha hai — uske show ka signature theme.
Rahat (soft smile ke sath mic me):
“...aur aap sun rahe hain Rahat ki Raatein — jahan hum baat karte hain dil se dil tak…”
Wo caller line pe aata hai — ek ladka, voice me halka hesitation.
Caller:
“Ma’am, mujhe ek baat poochhni thi…
Dosti aur pyaar me farq kaise samjha jaye? Matlab… jab ek dost achha lagne lage, toh kaise pata chale ki wo sirf dosti nahi hai?”
Rahat ke lips par halki muskurahat aati hai, lekin aankhon me thodi gehraai — ek purani yaad ki halki chhabi.
Wo kuch second chup rehti hai, fir mic ke kareeb jhukti hai.
Rahat (gentle tone):
“Hmm… mushkil sawaal hai.
Kabhi kabhi dosti aur pyaar ek hi raaste par chalne lagte hain,
sirf ek mod hota hai jahan dono alag nikal padte hain.
Aur wo mod tab aata hai jab…
aap us dost ke bina apne din ka soch nahi paate.”
(Background music dheere dheere emotional tune me badalta hai.)
Rahat (thoda muskurate hue):
“Bas wahi pal hota hai jab samajh aa jata hai —
yeh sirf dosti nahi rahi…”
Jaise hi wo yeh line bolti hai, camera slow zoom in karta hai uske chehre par —
aur ek soft fade hota hai…
---
FLASHBACK MONTAGE — 3 YEARS AGO
Location: Radio Journalism Seminar, Delhi
Crowd me young trainees baithe hue.
Stage par Rahat Sameer or dusre radio station se alag alag RJs— confident, charming voice, mic ke saath baat kar raha hai:
“Radio ek aawaz nahi, ek ehsaas hota hai… aur agar aapka dil usme nahi hai, toh shabdon ka koi matlab nahi.”
Stage par Rahat — notebook me notes likhte hue, aankhon me admiration.
Seminar ke baad Sameer uske paas aata hai.
Sameer (smiling):
“Tumhara reply interesting tha. Tum radio ke liye bani ho, Rahat.”
Rahat (nervously):
“Sir, bas seekh rahi hoon. Aap jaisa banne me abhi waqt lagega.”
Sameer (soft chuckle):
“Waqt nahi, jazba chahiye.”
Montage me soft music chalta hai —
Sameer usse studio ke controls sikhata hai.
Dono ek mic share karte hue laugh kar rahe hain.
Rainy evening, cafeteria ke corner table par coffee ke cups.
Sameer ke kehne par Rahat apni pehli on-air line bolti hai, voice trembling — Sameer thumbs-up deta hai.
Ek day, Sameer uske baal ke ek strand ko ear ke peeche karta hai — moment freeze hota hai.
Back to present.
---
PRESENT — RADIO STUDIO
Rahat ek deep breath leti hai, aur aankhon se ek halka sa smile phir se banati hai, jaise yaadon ko cover kar rahi ho.
Mic me bolti hai:
Rahat (softly):
“Toh mere caller dost… agar wo pal aapko mil gaya hai, toh use chhupaiye mat.
Pyaar kabhi mic off karke nahi bola jaata… use duniya sun leti hai.”
Music fades out.
Camera uske side profile se slow zoom out hota hai —
window ke bahar shaam ka andhera,
aur Rahat ke chehre par ek muskurahat jo sirf uske dil ko samajh aati hai.
Scene: SAME DAY – Afternoon – Bank Office (Anushka’s Branch)
Bank ka environment usual rush me tha — counters pe customers,
peon slips baant raha, print machines ka constant hum…
Anushka apni desk par files arrange kar rahi thi,
lekin uska mind abhi bhi uss mystery email me atka hua tha jo usse kal raat mila tha:
> “Tumhare papa ka accident… accident nahi tha.”
Uski ungliyan paper ke corner ko daba-daba ke straighten kar rahi thi,
par dimaag bilkul scatter.
Tabhi…
Jeevan — wohi senior uncle type employee,
jo sabke saamne sweet, lekin andar kuch aur —
uski desk ke paas rukta hai.
Jeevan (fake warm smile):
“Anushka beti, lagta hai aaj thodi thaki hui ho? Sab theek toh hai?”
Anushka upar dekhti hai.
Uska expression polite hai, lekin aankhon me clearly doubt.
Woh kal se notice kar rahi hai — Jeevan unusual tareeke se zyada friendly ho raha hai.
Anushka:
“Haan sir. Bas thoda workload tha.”
Jeevan (leaning slightly):
“Dekho… tumhare papa ka kaam hum sabne dekha hai.
Tum acche se kar rahi ho, mujhe khushi hoti hai.
Waise… koi tension ho, toh mujhe bata sakti ho.
Main tumhare papa ka purana dost hoon.”
“Papa ka dost…”
Yeh line Anushka ke dimaag me goonjti hai…
Kyoki wahi email me likha tha —
“Jis par tumhara bharosa hai, usi ne sab chhupaya.”
Anushka ke andar ek halki si shiver jaati hai…
Lekin wo apne chehre par koi expression nahi aane deti.
Anushka (controlled smile):
“Sir, agar kuchh hoga toh main zaroor bataungi.”
Jeevan ek deep glance deta hai —
jaise uska reaction scan kar raha ho.
Jeevan:
“Good. Achha, mujhe yeh locker audit file de dena shaam tak.”
(Aankhon me ek ajeeb si tightening)
“Aur email check karti rehna… banking me updates aate rehte hain.”
Wo jaise keh raha ho —
I know.
Jeevan waha se nikal jata hai…
Aur jaate jaate ek baar peeche mud kar uski taraf dekhta zaroor hai.
Camera Anushka ke chehre par close-up leta hai —
ab uski suspicion aur badh chuki hai.
---
Cut to – A Few Minutes Later
Anushka apni screen on karti hai.
Inbox kholti hai.
Ek naya email.
Subject:
> “He was not who you think.”
Message:
> “Agar sach chahiyé… purani files me ‘27 September – Internal Audit Report’ dhoondho.
Us din sab kuch badla tha.”
Anushka ka heartbeat fast.
September 27… wahi date jiske aas-paas papa ka accident hua tha.
Wo turant branch record room ki taraf badhti hai.
Door band hai.
OP naam ka junior staff bolt lagate hue bahar aata hai.
Junior:
“Ma’am, sir ne bola hai ki record room me koi access nahi karega.
Kuch renovation type ka kaam hai.”
Anushka:
“Kaun sir?”
Junior:
“Jeevan sir.”
Camera Anushka ki aankhon me zoom…
Ab puzzle ke pieces dheere-dheere match hone lagte hain.
But not fully — jitna audience ko tease karna chahiye, utna hi.
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Anushka dheere se ek deep breath leti hai…
aur under her breath whisper karti hai:
Anushka (whisper):
“Papa… aapne mujhe kya chhupa diya tha…
aur kaun chhupa raha hai?”
Camera uske determined face se zoom out hota hai —
like a mystery layer opening.
? Arti – Library Scene (Cinematic, Emotional, Slow-burn Tension)
Library me shaam ka halka-sa sooraj ghus raha tha…
Shelf ki dhool mein se nikalti ek golden light, aur beech mein Arti — bilkul uljhi hui, bilkul khoyi hui.
Aaj uska mann bilkul bhi kaam me nahi lag raha tha.
Woh table ko saaf karti…
Phir ruk jaati.
Diary kholti…
Phir aankhen bandh ho jaati.
Us raat ka flash…
Party ki loud music ke beech ek ladki ka cheekhna…
Aur woh ladka — wohi ajnabee — bina soche us bheed me ghusna…
Us ladki ko bachana…
Uske kandhe par light ka ek rays girna…
Aur phir uska chehra — bilkul calm, bilkul composed.
Arti ki saanse ruki si jaati.
“Yeh ladka… mujhe disturb kyun kar raha hai?”
Wo apne aap se khafa ho kar kahti hai, uske kitchen me bhi Aaj kal uske mixer grinder ki awaz, cooker ki seeti, sab aaj background noise jaisi lag rahi thi.
Library me aaj koi reader bhi nahi tha.
Sirf Arti… aur uske khayal.
Wo ek novel ko lift karti hai, pages palatne lagti hai, lekin har do pages ke baad…
Usi raat ka ek flash.
Uski aankhon ka intense look.
Uska “Are you okay?” kehna.
Aur phir… agle din se uska gaayab ho jana.
Arti irritate ho kar shelf pe book rakh deti hai.
“Kaun hota hai yeh mere dimaag me ghusne wala…?!”
Woh halki si naraz si smile karti hai — apne aap par.
Phir, jaise hi woh dusri shelf ki taraf jaati hai,
uski nazar ek purane wooden frame par padti hai — jispe ek quote likha hota hai:
“Every story has its records.”
Arti turant freeze ho jaati hai.
Uski aankhen “records” par atak jaati hain.
“Records…”
Woh dheere se repeat karti hai—jaise koi badi baat uske dimag me click hui ho.
Agli hi second — Arti palat kar apni library ke dusre corner ki taraf bhaagti hai.
Woh purani steel ki almari khol deti hai, jismei usne saal-dar-sall ka har ek visitor register, membership form, entry record sambhal kar rakha tha.
Uske haath thode se kaap rahe the…
“Shayad… shayad kuch mila…”
Wo apne aap se bolti jaati hai.
Arti ek ek folder open karne lagti hai—
Page palatne ki rapid kharak…
Uske ungliyon ka bechain hona…
Uska ghutno ke bal baith kar purane envelopes nikalna…
Kahani yahin end nahi hoti—
Arti ko kuch dhundhna hi tha…
Wo kuch connect karne lagi thi…
✨ Ishaani Subplot – Scene: Meeting With Nandita (Lawyer)
Setting: Ishaani ke restaurant ka back-side wala small private area.
Time: Same day evening.
Mood: Serious, investigative, legal tension.
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Scene Begins
Restaurant almost full tha…
Front area me customers ki awazein thi, lekin back-side ka small corner silence me dubaa hua.
Round table par Ishaani, Humera, aur unki lawyer Nandita Roy baithi thi — strict, focused aur always-to-the-point.
Ishaani ne ek file table par slide ki.
Humera bilkul tense aankhon ke saath baithi thi.
Nandita spectacles thoda adjust kar ke dono ko ek dum lawyer-mode me dekh rahi thi.
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Nandita (serious tone):
“Alright… tum dono ne jo details bheji thi Vicky ke behaviour ki…
I need everything chronologically.
Yeh normal case issue nahi lag raha.”
Humera turant baat pakad leti hai:
Humera:
“Nandita ma’am… Vicky ka possessive nature itna extreme ho gaya tha us din....
Nandita file khol kar notes banane lagti hai.
Nandita:
“Follow ka proof? Messages? Photos? CCTV? Kuch bhi?”
Ishaani turant chipak kar baithti hai:
Ishaani:
“Proof abhi kam hai… lekin behaviour pattern clear hai.
Aur jis din accident hua… Humera ki dadi ko jis angle se hit kiya gaya hai…
It doesn't look like a random hit-and-run.”
Nandita ek second ke liye file bandh karti hai.
Uski aankhon me woh lawyer wali sharpness aa jati hai.
Nandita:
“I want you girls to understand.
Agar Vicky ne ye jaana-boojh kar kiya hai…
To hum criminal case file kar sakte hain.
Lekin bina evidence ke court me kuch prove nahi hoga.”
Humera ka throat dry hota hai.
Ishaani uske haath par haath rakhti hai.
Humera (dheemi si broken awaaz me):
“Us din jis tarah usne mujhe dekha tha… mujhe abhi bhi woh aankhen yaad hain.
Jaise woh warning de raha ho.”
Nandita slightly nod karti hai—
ye detail important thi.
Phir woh seedha Ishaani ki taraf mudti hai:
Nandita:
“Ishaani… tumhari group ki girls ladkiyon ke unfair cases handle karti hain… right?”
Ishaani ek second ke liye freeze.
Nandita ko "Behen_Code" naam nahi pata tha,
lekin concept samajh gayi thi.
Ishaani:
“Hum… bas help karte hain.
Secretly.”
Nandita pen rakh kar unhe serious expression me dekhti hai.
Nandita:
“Is baar personal mat lena.
Vicky dangerous ho sakta hai.
Use lightly mat lena.”
Nandita finally file pack karti hai:
Nandita:
“And girls…
Be careful.”
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Scene End
Nandita uth kar chali jati hai.
Ishaani aur Humera ek dusre ko silent nod deti hain—
Humera apna dupatta sambhalte hue khadi hoti hai.
Humera (soft, drained):
“I’ll text you the details…
Aur… thanks, Ishaani.”
Ishaani sirf uska kandha pakad kar nod karti hai.
Humera waha se nikal jaati hai…
Corner table ekdum akela reh jata hai.
Ishaani ek lamhi ke liye aankhen band kar ke deep breath leti hai.
Case ki tension uske andar abhi bhi thodi heavy thi…
Tabhi—
Door ka chime bajta hai.
Ishaani apni aankhen kholti hai…
Aur uska crush
— curly hair, tall, woh calm aur composed sa ladka —
andar enter hota hai.
Aaj woh akela tha.
No guitar, no friends.
Sirf woh.
Ishaani ke pair jaise thodi der freeze ho jate hain…
Phir woh automatically order counter ki taraf chal padti hai.
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Scene: Ishaani Takes His Order
Woh ladka usual corner table par baith chuka tha.
Ishaani plate-booking pad le kar uske samne jaake ruk gayi.
Uske haath halki si shiver kar rahe the.
Woh khud mehsoos kar rahi thi —
palms warm, heartbeat fast.
Ladka casually menu band karta hai…
Aur Ishaani ki aankhon me dekh kar woh wali smile deta hai—
aaj thodi soft, thodi sincere.
Crush:
“Same as usual…”
(ek second rukta hai, phir halki si teasing smile)
“…unless aaj aap kuch recommend karengi?”
Ishaani ki saanson ka flow thoda rukta hai.
Woh bas neck ke side se baal hatati hai aur soft voice me bolti:
Ishaani:
“I’ll… uhh… bring your usual. Just 2 minutes.”
Ladka ek baar phir smile karta hai.
Ishaani turant palat jaati hai—
kyunki agar woh ek second aur rukti to blush control karna mushkil ho jata.
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Scene: Inside the Kitchen
Kitchen ke steel counters ke beech chalti hui Ishaani ko ek flash yaad aata hai—
Humera ki baat:
“Bas ek step le le… try kar, Ishaani. Tu deserve karti hai.”
Ishaani shelf se tray uthati hai.
Phir carefully ek white napkin leti hai.
Aur pen ka cap teeth se khol kar,
jaldi se likhti hai:
“This is my number… if you ever want to talk. – Ishaani”
Heart racing…
Hands trembling light…
Par face fully determined.
Woh napkin neatly fold kar ke plate ke neeche is tarah slip karti hai ki bas recipient hi notice kare.
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Scene: Plate Delivery
Ishaani calm face banaye,
plate lekar uske table tak aati hai.
Ishaani (polite, almost whispering):
“Here you go.”
Woh ladka thank-you bolta hai.
Ishaani ek second ke liye aankhon se contact avoid karti hai
— phir seedhi counter ke peeche wapas aa jaati hai.
Ladka food ke saath bite lena start karta hai…
Aur plate thodi sa side karta hai.
Tabhi—
napkin corner slip hota hai.
Woh ladka rukwa.
Napkin uthaya.
Aur jaise hi number dekha—
uski smile deep ho gayi.
Warm. Genuine.
Shock, surprise aur delight mix.
Aur woh seedha Ishaani ki taraf dekhta hai.
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Ishaani kitchen ke glass window se thoda side hat kar khadi thi—
jaise pretend kar rahi ho busy hai.
Par duaon-jaisa realism uske chehre par tha.
Jab ladka ne smile kar ke napkin fold karke apni pocket me dala…
Ishaani ke chehre par ek soft relief, ek subtle happiness baras padi.
Exactly woh jaise
“Finally… maine kar diya.”
Ek choti victory.
Ek chhupa sa hope.
Aur ek lamha
jisme duniya thodi si pyari lagti hai.
✨ Anisha – Hostel Night Scene
Scene: Late night, girls’ hostel.
Lights dim, corridors silent, bas windows se thandi hawa aa rahi thi.
Anisha apne bed par bethi thi, books khuli hui, par dhyaan kahin aur tha.
Woh ek page पलटती hai…
Phir ruk jaati hai.
Ek moment me hi kuch yaad aata hai.
Uski aankhon me ek spark.
Woh slowly apna phone uthati hai…
Dial pad open karti hai…
Aur jo number press karti hai,
screen par naam flash hota hai—
KABIR
(ek chhoti si smile uske lips par khil jaati hai)
Phone 2 baar ring hota hai…
Kabir (line pick karte hi, teasing tone):
“Arre wah… Student of the Year khud call kar rahi hai? Kya baat, aaj library band thi kya?”
Anisha (eyes narrow, playful):
“Chup karo, kabir…
Pehle to bolo busy ho? Ya disturb kar diya?”
Kabir:
“Mujhe disturb karne ka haq sirf kuch selected logo ko hai… aur tum unme ho.”
Anisha aankh ghumati hai, lekin cheek ka ek corner softly smile kar raha tha.
Anisha:
“Thik hai Mr. Flirt… kaafi hogaya?
Mujhe serious baat karni hai.”
Kabir:
“Arre arre, chalo bolo. Madam ka hukum sar aankhon par.”
Anisha ek deep breath leti hai.
Anisha:
“Humera–Vicky case ke details…
Kuch mila?”
Kabir 2 sec silent hota hai, phir ek casual par important tone me bolta hai:
Kabir:
“Actually… haan.
Do din baad Vicky ke ghar ek badi party hai.
Politicians, businessmen, media—sab aayenge.
Aur coincidentally…”
(Thoda dramatic pause)
“…mere paas 2 passes hain.”
Anisha ka haath rukta hai.
Eyes widen.
Heart beat ek beat skip.
Anisha:
“Bingo!”
(smirks)
“Yahi perfect chance hai sab details janne ka.”
Kabir laugh karta hai, thoda flirty tone me shift.
Kabir:
“Haan sab to theek hai, madam investigator…
Par ek problem hai.”
Anisha:
“Kya?”
Kabir (fake sigh):
“Mere paas 2 passes hain…
Aur abhi tak kisi bhi ladki ya kisi dost ne mujhse puchha nahi ki party me saath chalun…”
(Voice halki si teasing, halki si romantic)
“…to main soch raha hu ki kaise jaunga?”
Anisha ek second ke liye blush karti hai.
Eyes automatically side me chali jaati hain.
Smile rok nahi paati.
Anisha (softly, mix of shy & attitude):
“To phir… akele chale jaana na.”
Aur bina usse aur mauka diye—
Phone cut.
Screen blank ho jaati hai.
Anisha phone ko dekh kar halki hasi rok nahi paati—
ek shy glowing smile.
Cut to Kabir, apne kamre me phone dekh kar muskurata hua—
Kabir (whispering to himself):
“Samajh gaya, madam…
Blush kar rahi thi.”
Scene fades out.
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