Thriller BEHEN_CODE

[Greenwood]

Update 25

✨ Anushka – Same Night

Scene:

Late night, Anushka ka ghar.

Ghar me sirf table lamp ki halki warm light jal rahi hai.

Peeche slow ceiling fan… ek thodi si uneasy silence.

Anushka apne dining table par bethi hai—

tight shorts, fitted cotton top,

baal khule, shoulders par girte hue.

Uske chehre par thakaan + irritation saaf dikh rahi hai.

Laptop uske saamne open hai, screen par inbox filled with unread mails.

Kuch mails highlighted, kuch starred, kuch half-open.

Woh ek email dubara click karti hai…

Phir apni fingers hairline par rakh kar deeply exhale karti hai.

Anushka (slow whisper):

“Yeh chal kya raha hai…?

Kaun bhej raha hai yeh sab…?”

Uski aankhon me tension clearly visible thi.

Woh laptop ki screen ko zoom karte hue woh hi line bar bar padh rahi thi—

wo hi cryptic warnings, random numbers,

aur ek sentence jo har mail me repeat hota tha:

“Truth is closer than you think.”

Anushka ke haath thode thande padne lagte hain.

Wo backspace press karne ka try karti hai… ruk jaati hai.

Chair se peeche lean hoke ceiling ko dekhti hai.

Flash of memory—

Papa ka accident.

Emergency room.

Hospital lights.

Doctor ka blurred voice.

Maa ka cheekh padna.

Wapas present.

Anushka aankhen jor se band karti hai, frustration se table par pen patakti hai.

Anushka (irritated, almost trembling):

“Kaun hai tu…

aur mujhe yeh sab kyun bhej raha hai?”

Laptop me ek new email pop-up hota hai.

Time: 11:47 PM

Subject: “STOP DIGGING.”

Anushka jaise freeze ho jaati hai—

uski ungli screen ke upar halki si kaampti hai.

Woh mail open nahi karti.

Bas monitor ko scary silence me dekhti rehti hai.

Camera uske face par zoom hota hai—

fear, confusion, determination sab ek saath.

Slowly…

wo laptop close karti hai…

chair se uthti hai…

aur window ke paas ja kar raat ki thandi hawa me deep breath leti hai.

Anushka (under her breath, low tone):

“Jo bhi ho…

main peechhe nahi hatungi.”

Scene dim hota hai.

Screen black.

Next day oberoi house Arti scene

Arti kal jaha apne records book me kuch dhundne ki koshish karti hai ab uske aage...

Naya din ugta hai

Nayi tazi dhoop

Sardiyo ki aahat ho chuki hai

Hawa thodi thandi thodi dhoop ki tezi

Or samne dikhta hai ek makan

Ek retro style double manzil ka makan jiske samne grass ka porch or kuch ped podhe they

Arti ghar ke samne khadi hai Arti ki pith dikhai de rahi hai or fir camera sidha ghar ki nameplate par

Name plate par ek naam oberoi. Arti idhar udhar dekh kar ek chhota fatak kholti hai or ghar ke porch me enter hoti hai Arti dhime kadmo se ghar ki taraf badhti hai jaise ki koi sawla usko us ghar ki taraf khinch raha ho wo ghar ke main darwaze ke paas aayi or andar se ek aawaz aati hai ek budhi aurat ki nakulllllll or Arti dekhti hai ki living me ek budhi mid 60s ki aurat bethi hoti hai or sidhiyo se wahi ladka living me aata dikhai deta hai jise Arti miss kar rahi thi kuch dino se,

Wo ladka ek gym waist pehna hota hai sleeveless or uske baal thode messy aisa lagta mano abhi wo exercise kar raha ho wo ladka (nakul) daudte huye us budhi aurat ke paas aata hai or bolta hai maa kitni baar bola hai ki aise mat chillaya karo, main aa jaunga mujhe waqt maloom hai dawai ka or uski maa wo budhi aurat bolti hai mujhe bhi to maloom hai mere bete ka or dono ek dusre ko dekhte hai or hans padte hain or nakul apki maa ko dawai deta hai, pani pite huye uski maa ki nazar darwaze par padti hai or uski maa bolti hai haan ji beta ap koun, yeh sunte hi nakul ki nazre bhi darwaze ki taraf jati hai or wo ek sawaliya nazro se darwaze ki taraf dekhta hai darwaze par is waqt Arti khadi thi

Ghar ke andar halki si dhoop living room tak aa rahi thi. Retro-style interior me wooden furniture, purani photographs aur ek chhoti si mandir ki ghanti ki awaaz environment ko aur shaant banati thi.

Darwaze par Arti khadi thi — haath me apni diary, dupatta halki si hawa me hilta hua, ankho me wohi purana confusion… wohi ajeeb si khinch jo use yahan tak lekar aayi thi.

Nakul ki maa apne chashme ke upar se Arti ko dheere se dekh kar

“Haan ji beta… aap kaun?” puchti hai.

Yeh sunte hi Nakul bhi apne messy baalon ko peeche karta hua darwaze ki taraf mudta hai. Jaise hi uski aankhein Arti par padti hain, uska expression ek pal ke liye ruk jata hai — halka sa surprise, halka sa “finally…” jaisa ehsaas.

Arti ne dheemi si saans li…

Arti:

“Namaste aunty… actually main… woh… library se…”

Uski awaaz me halka sa darr, halka sa hesitation tha — kyunki wo khud nahi janti thi ki woh yahan kya dhoondne aayi hai.

Nakul ek kadam aage badhta hai, thodi si smile ke saath — wohi smile jisse Arti ka dil pichli baar hila tha.

Nakul:

“Arti ji?”

Uska tone soft, jaise woh khud bhi yakin kar raha ho ki sach me samne wahi ladki khadi hai jise wo roz 5–6 books issue karte hue dekhne ka aadat ban chuki thi.

Arti ne thoda sa jhuk kar halka smile diya…

Arti:

“Ji… main aapse… wo record book ke bare me—”

Nakul ka reaction ek second ke liye freeze ho jata hai.

Woh uski maa ki taraf dekhta hai aur fir Arti ki taraf — jaise beech me kuch aesa raaz ho jo dono ke beech hawa me latak raha ho.

Uski maa excitement me thoda aage jhukti hain…

Nakul ki Maa:

“Arre beta… andar aao na! Bahar kyun khadi ho? Nakul… guest ko andar bulaate nahi kya?”

Nakul ne aankhon me ek soft si naramiyat ke saath doorway ki taraf ishara kiya…

Nakul:

“Please… aaiye.”

Arti ek second ke liye ruki — uski saansen tez ho gayi, jaise dil ke andar kuch dhadak utha ho.

Phir vo dheere se ghar ke andar kadam rakhti hai…

Aur jaise hi door band hota hai…

air me wohi pehla sa awkwardness, wohi unsaid connection… aur wohi anjaana sa raaz ghumne lagta hai.

Arti couch ke corner par politely baithi thi, haath me diary daba kar. Nakul ki maa sofa ke dusri taraf relaxed pose me baithi thi, jaise ghar me akela mehmaan aa kar unhe achha lag raha ho.

Nakul ne ek baar Arti ko dekha, phir diary ko, phir seedhe sawal par aa gaya.

Arti (halke se):

“Woh… main actually library ke register ke bahane… yeh puchne aayi thi ki… aap itne din se aa kyu nahi rahe?”

Nakul ek second ke liye ruka… phir apni maa ki taraf dekh kar halka sa awkward smile diya.

Nakul:

“Bas… wohi kuch ghar me kaam the.”

Woh aankhon se kuch aur keh raha tha, lekin maa ke samne nahi bol sakta tha.

Uski maa ne uski taraf dekha, phir Arti ki taraf, aur halki si muskuraahat aayi — jaise unhe sab samajh aa gaya ho.

Nakul ki Maa:

“Nakul, yaha kyu khada hai? Ja beta, Arti ke liye chai leke aa.”

Arti thoda hichkicha kar haath uthaati hai.

Arti:

“Nahi nahi maa ji, bilkul zaroorat nahi. Main waise hi—”

Nakul ki Maa (pyaar se, lekin firm):

“Arre formalities mat karo beta. Hum log bhi kisi rishte daar ke ghar nahi gaye hain. Ja Nakul.”

Nakul bas ek chhoti si smile deke kitchen ki taraf nikal jata hai, aur Arti ekdum awkward ho jaati hai.

Living room me ek pal ke liye khamoshi chaa jaati hai.

Arti apne dupatte ko theek karti hai, sochti hai kuch bole… lekin uske pehle hi maa khud bol padti hai.

Nakul ki Maa (affections ke saath):

“Beta… mera Nakul kal se aa jayega library. Bas yeh mujhe akela nahi chhodna chahta tha.”

Arti ke chehre par halka sa concern aata hai.

Arti:

“Aunty… aap tabiyat theek nahi?”

Nakul ki Maa (halki hansi ke saath):

“Thodi si bimar hoon… par ziddi itna ki subah shaam mere paas hi chhipak ke baitha rehta hai. Mera beta thoda akal se kam sochta hai… dil se zyada.”

Arti halki si smile kar deti hai.

Ussi smile ka jawaab dete hue maa further bolti hai…

Nakul ki Maa:

“Bahut seedha hai. Kabhi kabhi ladaai bhi karke aata hai… par sahi ke liye. Apni baat rakhta hai. Haan… kabhi kabhi zyada bol deta hai.”

Arti dhyan se sun rahi thi, jaise pehli baar woh Nakul ko kisi aur ki zabaan se samajh rahi ho.

Tabhi footsteps sunai deti hain.

Nakul tray me chai aur ek chhoti si plate me biscuits lekar aata hai.

Uski maa use dekh kar muskurati hai — jaise dono ke beech kuch woh jaanti ho jo dono khud nahi jaante.

Nakul:

“Lo, chai.”

Maa uthkar khadi hoti hai, thodi hansi dabate huye.

Nakul ki Maa:

“Ja beta… Arti ko jo bhi kaam ho… madad kar dena. Mera aaram ka waqt ho gaya.”

Aur yeh keh kar woh dheere dheere apne room ki taraf chali jaati hai.

Living room me ab sirf Arti aur Nakul… dono ke beech woh pehla asli silence.

Living room me ab sirf dono the—ek tray, ek diary, aur beech me woh halka sa awkward sa silence.

Arti ne diary ke pages ko theek kiya, phir seedhe point par aa gai.

Arti (soft but direct):

“Woh… us raat party me… tum waha kaise aaye? Aur uske baad se tum dikhai kyu nahi diye?”

Nakul ek second uski taraf dekhta hai, phir hansi dabate hue hawaa me haath hila deta hai.

Nakul:

“Yaar… tum aise puch rahi ho jaise party tumhari ho. Host ne bulaya, main chala gaya. Simple.”

Arti uska jawab sun kar thoda sa rukti hai… baat sach bhi lag rahi thi.

Woh diary band karti hai, soch me pad jati hai.

Arti:

“Theek hai… par fir itne din se library kyu nahi aaye?”

Is baar Nakul thoda serious ho jata hai.

Halki si sharminda si smile, nazre neeche.

Nakul:

“Shayad… isliye kyunki main yeh sochta raha ki tum mere bare me kya sochogi.”

“Tumne mujhe us raat ladte dekha tha… aur bas… mann me baith gaya ki Arti ko lagega main koi gunda hoon.”

Arti apni eyebrow unchi karti hai—exactly woh reaction jaise keh rahi ho:

“Seriously? Maine yeh kab socha?”

Par woh kuch bolti nahi.

Instead, ek chhoti si saans le kar baat ko thoda badal deti hai—par tone ab seedhi, slightly stern.

Arti (serious, calm but sharp):

“Theek hai… yeh sab chhodo.”

“Lekin ek baat batao, Nakul… Library me chhup chhup kar mujhe dekhna ka kya matlab tha?”

Nakul ka chehra ekdum still.

Woh sentence us par seedha lage jaise.

Arti (aur zyada firm):

“Dekho, main jaanti hoon ki tum ek acche ladke ho. Us raat maine notice kar liya tha.”

“Lekin iska matlab yeh nahi ki tum ek izzatdar ladki ko aise… tadte raho.”

Room me khamoshi gir jaati hai.

Nakul ne zameen ki taraf dekha… dono haathon ki ungliyon ko jodkar hold karta hai.

Nakul (slow, sincere, head bowed):

“Sorry… agar aapko bura laga ho to.”

“Mera koi galat intention nahi tha. Kabhi bhi nahi.”

Arti uski baat sun kar ek second tak usi ko dekhti hai—serious expression, koi smile nahi.

Phir bina kuch bole chai ki halki si chuski leti hai… jaise uske words ko absorb kar rahi ho.

Arti chai ka cup apne haath me pakde baithi thi. Nakul uske saamne thoda sa jhuka hua, dono ke beech ek reticent sa space… jisme shabd kam the, par emotions zyada.

Arti ki aankhon me abhi bhi wohi strict, serious look tha.

Nakul ne sorry bola tha—seedha, bina kisi drama ke.

Uski awaaz me woh raw honesty thi jo Arti expect nahi kar rahi thi.

Ek pal ke liye dono chup ho jaate hain.

Nakul dheere se bol padta hai, almost halki saans lekar:

“Main… bas yeh dekhna chahta tha ki aap theek ho.”

Arti ka haath cup par ruk gaya.

Uska dil ek second ke liye thoda sa kapta hai—kyonki us sentence me koi flirt nahi tha, sirf concern.

Genuine.

Saaf.

Nakul phir ruka… jaise shabd dhundh raha ho:

“Us raat… aap kitni dar gayi thi. Mujhe laga…

shayad aapko main hi… uncomfortable lagne laga hoon.”

Uski nazar neeche thi.

Voice low, bilkul defensive nahi—sirf scared of being misunderstood.

Arti usse dekhti hai.

Pehli baar bina guard ke.

Pehli baar uss ladke ko as a person—not as that party hero, not as a library stranger.

Arti ka tone thoda soft hota hai:

“Main dar gayi thi… tum sahi keh rahe ho.”

“Lekin main tumse baat karne se nahi bhaag rahi thi. Bas…”

Wo halki si saans leti hai.

“…samajh nahi paa rahi thi.”

Silence.

Warm. Real.

Jaise dono ek hi page par aa gaye ho, bina try kiye.

Us moment me Nakul apna sar thoda upar karta hai, Arti ko dekhne ki himmat jutti hai.

Aur wo ek seedhi, bilkul honest line bolta hai—

woh line jo Arti ke dil me kahin quietly land hoti hai:

“Accha… ek baat batao Arti ji…”

“…agar main kal library aaun to—”

wo halka sa smile deta hai, nervous, boyish si—

“…kya aap dekh kar ignore nahi karengi?”

Arti ki aankhon me ek microscopic smile aati hai—

bohot chhoti, par dil se nikli hui.

Rude nahi. Defensive nahi.

Bas… human.

Cup ko halki si ghoomati hai, uski garam chai ki bhaap uske chehre ke pass nikalti hai.

Wo uski taraf dekh kar softly kehti hai:

“Dekhte hain, Nakul.”

Is sentence me ek promise tha.

Ek challenge.

Ek softness.

Nakul relaxed sa saans chhod deta hai—

jaise kisi ne uske dil ka ek heavy knot khol diya ho.

Scene khatam hota hai dono ko ek dusre ki taraf quietly looking…

ek naye, unspoken connection ke saath.

INT. GROUP CHAT — MORNING BUZZ

Anisha apne college ki canteen me corner wali table par baithi thi. Notebook khuli thi, pen haath me, lekin dimag kahin aur.

Wo phone uthati hai… type type type …

ANISHA (group chat me):

“Girls… Kabir ne confirm kiya hai.

Vicky ke ghar 2 din baad ek BIG PARTY hai.

Sare bade log waha honge. Kaafi kuch mil sakta hai.”

SEND.

CUT TO — COLLAGE SPLIT SCREEN (4 FRAMES)

Dumdaar, thriller-type background music shuru hota hai.

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1. ANUSHKA — BANK OFFICE

Apni desk par files me ghiri, laptop open.

Highlighter haath me.

Message pop-up hota hai.

Anushka (slow grin)

“Hmmm… interesting.”

Wo turant typing start karti hai.

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2. ARTI — TAXI ME

Arti taxi ki backseat par khidki ke bahar dekh rahi hoti hai.

Abhi-abhi Nakul ke ghar se nikli hai.

Uska phone vibrate karta hai.

Arti message padhti hai.

Uski aankhon me shock + alertness ka mix.

Wo turant message type karti hai.

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3. ISHANI — RESTAURANT

Floor mop kar rahi hoti hai, sleeves folded.

Phone counter par rakha hota hai.

Message ka notification aata hai.

Ishani mop rok kar phone uthati hai.

Uske chehre par determination.

Typing begins…

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4. RAHAT — APNE GHAR PAR

Rahat ka phone ring karta hai.

Wo headphones nikaal kar phone uthati hai,

screen dekhte hi uska expression intense ho jata hai.

Rahat:

“Finally… kuch toh mila.”

Typing begins…

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BACK TO COLLAGE SPLIT SCREEN

Sab ladkiya screen par ek sath typing karte dikhti hain.

“That’s our chance”

“Yahi to chahiye tha”

“Ok got it”

“Let’s make a plan.”

BGM intense, heavy, mission vibe me chalta hua build hota jaata hai…

CUT — SPLIT ENDS

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INT. COLLEGE CANTEEN — ANISHA

Camera Anisha ke face par extreme close-up me zoom hota hai.

She sighs…

Aankhon me irritation…

Thoda sarcastic, thoda fed-up.

ANISHA (slowly, under her breath):

“Jaise humesha…

Plan zero.

Energy full.”

Background music suddenly funny “Ptt-Dum” type sound ke saath end hota hai.

Anisha apna bag uthati hai,

taang se chair ko peeche dhakelti hai,

aur irritation me canteen se bahar nikal jaati hai.