Thriller BEHEN_CODE

[Greenwood]

Update 26

INT. BANK — LATE MORNING

Office me usual hustle-bustle chal raha tha—

keyboards ki tik-tik, printers ki awaaz, aur logon ki halki guftagu.

Par Anushka ka mood aaj kuch alag hi tha.

Aaj wo aware thi… alert…

Jaise uske andar koi switch ON ho chuka ho.

Desk par baith kar wo dheere se phone uthati hai,

ek unknown number dial karti hai.

Call connect hotte hi…

Anushka (silent, smirking slightly):

“…hmm.”

Confidential smile.

Jaise usne kisi ko sirf ‘signal’ de diya ho.

Call pe kuch nahi bolti…

Bas ek baar “Okay” sirf hothon se bina awaz ke bol kar

phone rak deti hai.

Wo apni screen par files resume karti hai,

par tabhi—

PING!

Ek naya email popup hota hai.

Sender same—

Unknown. No subject.

Anushka ki aankhein sikud jaati hain.

Wo mail open karti hai…

"Don't try to be oversmart anushka,think what I said"

Isi waqt uska phone ring hota hai.

Same number jise abhi usne call kiya tha.

Anushka turant attend karti hai—

phone uske kaan par.

Dusre end se koi awaaz nahi…

Bas ek halki saans ki tarah static.

Anushka mail ko dekhte hue

chair se jhat se uthti hai.

Uske steps tezi se badh jaate hain…

Wo ek invisible command follow kar rahi thi.

Uska phone kaan par, aankhein intense.

Corridor → staircase → second floor → third floor…

Camera uske peeche peeche chase feel me.

CUT TO — TERRACE DOOR

Anushka terrace ka handle pakad kar door push karti hai.

Hawa ka teekha jhonka uske baal udha deta hai.

Terrace BILKUL khaali.

Koi nahi.

Anushka dheere dheere center ki taraf badhti hai,

phone abhi bhi kaan par laga hua.

Silence.

Bas halki hawa.

Fir uski aankhon me ek realization…

Ek flash jhaap se dimag me aata hai—

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FLASHBACK — FEW MINUTES AGO

Anushka third floor ki seedhiyan chadh rahi thi

jab uske kaan me ek bohot halki aawaz aayi thi—

jaise koi bohot kareeb se keh raha ho:

Us waqt wo busy thi, usne ignore kiya…

Par ab—

wo same faint echo uske dimag me gunj raha tha.

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BACK TO TERRACE

Anushka slowly freeze ho jaati hai.

Uska expression—

confusion + fear + a sudden suspicion.

Camera uske around slow 360° rotation me…

Terrace bilkul empty.

CUT.

Scene: Anushka vs Sumeet — First Confrontation

(Tense, cinematic, psychological )

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Third floor ki sidhiya…

Anushka ka dimag ek dum flash karta hai.

Flashback sound effect — “Are Sumeet… aaj terrace par kaise?”

Lift ki taraf se aayi hui kisi staff ki halki si baat.

Anushka present me wapas aati hai, aankhon me sharp realization.

Phone pocket me. Pace fast.

Wo bina ek second waste kiye neeche ki taraf daudti hai.

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Bank — Sumeet ka cabin

Glass door se dikh raha hai…

Sumeet calmly apne juniors ko instructions de raha hota hai.

Anushka ek second rukti hai.

Sumeet uski taraf ek choti si sideways glance deta hai…

Phir seedha wapas computer aur file par.

Junior: “Sir… okay.”

Wo log file lekar cabin se nikal jaate hain.

Door band hota hai.

Silence.

Anushka seedha uske saamne wali chair par baith jaati hai.

Sumeet still… aankhein screen par.

Ek dum ignoring tone.

Anushka usse ghoorti rehti hai…

Finally khud hi bol padti hai — slow, controlled anger:

“Tu yeh kyu kar raha hai, Sumeet?”

Sumeet eyebrow bhi nahi uthata.

Flat tone:

“Kya Anushka? Maine kya kiya? Main to bas apna kaam kar raha hoon.”

Anushka ek jhatke me computer screen ko ghuma deti hai apni taraf.

Sumeet turant irritate:

“Yeh kya kar rahi ho?! Anushka mujhe kaam karna hai— please jao yaha se!”

Anushka bhi volume raise karti hai:

“SHUT UP, Sumeet! Yeh natak band karo!

Mujhe sab pata chal gaya— woh emails tum bhej rahe ho!”

Silence.

Sumeet finally screen se aankhein hata kar Anushka ko dekhata hai…

Aur phir —

ek dheemi, thandi, devilish hansi.

Anushka ka face freeze.

Sumeet:

“Accha hua tujhe pata chal gaya…

Waise bhi kuch dino me main khud batane wala tha.”

Anushka shock + anger:

“Sumeet… tu– tu pagal ho gaya hai?!”

Sumeet leaning back, calm psycho tone:

“Aur haan… ek ek mail sach tha.”

Anushka ka temper explode:

“Chup kar Sumeet! Bas yeh bata— tu yeh sab kyu kar raha hai?

Aakhir chahta kya hai tu?”

Suddenly Sumeet table par dono haath mar ke khada hota hai —

“MAIN KYA CHAHTA HOON??”

Itna loud ki cabin ke baahar ke log palat kar dekhne lagte hain.

Visible glass panel se dono dekh lete hain…

Sabki eyes cabin ki taraf.

Sumeet dhire, intense whisper me bolta hai:

“Tumne kabhi samjha hi nahi Anushka…

Na jaana, na jaan’ne ki koshish ki.

Ab bas. Chali jao.

Otherwise… I’ll complain about you.”

Anushka khadi hoti hai, usko ek tevar bhari nazar deti hai:

“Complaint?

Tayyar rehna, Sumeet.

Complaint ab main karungi.”

Door thapp se khulta hai…

Anushka bina peeche dekhe cabin se nikal jaati hai.

Camera Sumeet ke face par zoom —

Aankhaein bloodshot, jaw tight, ek twisted grin.

Blackout.

Ishani scene – Next Day, Restaurant Scene

Dupahar ka time tha. Restaurant me halki si rush thi, lekin ek corner table par Ishani, Humera aur Nandita gheri hui bethi thi. Teeno ke chehre par tension clearly dikhti thi.

Nandita apni diary band karte hue bolti hai,

“Case me bas kuch hi time bacha hai. Aur… hamare paas koi solid point, koi strong proof nahi hai. Or high profile case me next date bhi nahi mang sakte,

Ishani ek deep breath leti hai… phir dheere se bolti hai,

“Ek baat hai. Kabeer ne kal raat bataya… do din baad Vicky ke ghar ek badi party hai. Waha se kuch na kuch information mil sakti hai.”

Nandita apni aankhon ko teekha kar Ishani ko dekhti hai—

waisi nazar, jaise keh rahi ho, “Bas itna? That's not enough

Ishani thoda nervous ho jati hai.

Tabhi Humera softly Ishani ka haath table par se pakad leti hai.

Uski awaaz calm par confident hoti hai,

“Jo bhi ho, kam se kam ek rasta to dikha hai. Humein is party me jaroor jana chahiye.”

Ishani turant head shake karte hue bolti hai,

“Nahi… hum nahi ja sakte. Vicky ne humein pehle hi dekh liya tha. Mujhe yaad hai uski eyes—wo humein recognize kar lega.”

Nandita slowly apna sar hilati hai.

“Correct… agar hum gaye to risk double ho jayega.”

Table par ek few seconds ki silence chh aa jati hai.

Phir Humera apne haath gutha kar bolti hai,

“To phir… koun jayega?”

Camera dheere-dheere Ishani ke chehre par zoom karta hai—

uske aankhon me ek chhoti si spark, ek chhota sa realization.

Scene CUT.

Rahat ka Subplot – Studio Scene

Rahat ka evening-show chal raha tha. Studio ki light halki si purple glow me thi, mic ke saamne uska calm aur warm posture, aur uske headphones me soft background instrumental chal raha tha.

Wo apne caller-segment ki taraf badh rahi thi.

Rahat:

“Alright listeners… ab waqt ho chuka hai ‘Dil ki Baat’ segment ka. Jo bhi aapke mann me ho—seedha bol dijiye. Let’s take our next caller.”

Phone line connect hoti hai.

Ek halki si shaky, young si ladki ki awaaz aati hai.

Caller (hesitant):

“Hi ma’am… main ek baat puchna chahti hoon. Bas… mujhe samajh nahi aa raha ki main kya karu ki mere papa… matlab… mere papa mujh par proud feel karein.”

Rahat ek second ke liye bilkul still ho jaati hai.

Uski ungliyaan fader knob par ruki rehti hain.

Mic ke neeche uske honton ki movement ruk jaati hai.

Flash — ek second ka cut:

Ghar ka dim lighted hall

Imdad saab ka stern face

“Rahat, kitni baar kaha hai… ye sab faltu sapne mat dekha karo.”

“Tumhari awaaz… tumhare shauq… yeh sab bekaar cheezein hain.”

Rukhsana ki pliading eyes

Anish ka silent concern

Rahat blink karti hai… present me lautti hai.

Aankhon me halka sa moisture, lekin voice bilkul steady.

Rahat (soft, composed):

“Beta… kabhi-kabhi hum pure dil se chahte hain ki hamare parents humein accept karein… hamare upar proud feel karein.

Lekin ek baat bataun?”

Thodi der ke liye studio me sirf uski awaaz ghoomti hai.

Rahat:

“Proud tabhi hota hai jab aap sach me khud ban rahe ho.

Agar aap apne papa ki wajah se apna raasta badalogi… to shayad unhe khushi to mil jaaye, par aap khush nahi rahogi.”

Caller chup.

Rahat ki voice aur warm ho jaati hai.

Rahat:

“Unhe batao ki tum kya kar rahi ho, kaise kar rahi ho…

Aur sabse zaroori—unki expectations poori karne se pehle apne liye kuch banao.

Yeh mat socho ki wo proud honge ya nahi…

Tum bas achhi, consistent aur sachchi raho.”

Caller ki rukhi hui saans line par feel hoti hai.

Caller:

“Thank you ma’am… mujhe laga main galat hoon… but maybe I should try being myself.”

Rahat smile karti hai—wo smile jo usne apne liye kabhi nahi suna.

Rahat:

“Exactly. Aur ek din… shayad wo samajh jayenge.

Aur agar na samjhein—tab bhi tum kam nahi ho jaati.

Take care, beta.”

Line cut hoti hai.

Rahat ek lamhi ke liye mic se peeche hat kar headphones utaar deti hai.

Uska gala thoda heavy ho jata hai.

Awaaz bilkul dheemi… sirf uske liye:

“Kaash… mere papa bhi kabhi yeh sun pate…”

Studio ki glass wall ke peeche ON-AIR sign blink karta rehta hai.

ANISHA’S – NEXT SCENE

Casual, soft, almost-bond-but-not-bond conversation

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Raat ke 11:45 baj rahe hote hain. Anisha apni study table par baithi hoti hai, lamp ki halki light uske notes par pad rahi hoti hai… par uska dimag kahin aur hi hota hai.

Woh ek lambi saans leti hai, pen band karti hai.

Anisha (soch me):

“Padhai se zyada mera dimag ab uss stupid group project wale ladke me atka rehta hai…”

Thodi der phone ko dekhti rehti hai. Phir bina soch samajh ke whatsapp open karti hai…

Kabeer ke chat window par sirf ek “Seen yesterday” dikhta hai.

Anisha thoda hesitate karti hai…

Phir type kar deti hai:

Anisha:

“Soye?”

Message bhejne ke baad woh aur zyada restless ho jaati hai.

Kursi pe hilti-dhulati rehti hai.

5 minutes…

10 minutes…

Fir ding.

Kabeer:

“Abhi nahin.”

Anisha phone uthati hai, aankhon me thodi irritation + thodi relief.

Anisha:

“To itni der baad reply kyu kiya? Neend ke saath ladai chal rahi thi kya?”

Kabeer ka reply turant aa jata hai:

Kabeer:

“Nahin… bas soch raha tha ye message reaI hai ya fir tumhare phone ne galti se bhej diya.”

Anisha aankhon ghumati hai.

Anisha:

“Haan haan… main itni bhi careless nahi hoon.”

Kabeer:

“Sure?”

Anisha:

“100%”

Kuch second wait…

Kabeer fir reply karta hai:

Kabeer:

“Accha to ye bhi confirm karo… tum padh rahi ho?”

Anisha apne saamne khule notes ko dekh kar face palm karti hai.

Anisha:

“Haan padh rahi hoon… matlab koshish yehi hai…”

Kabeer:

“Acha, koshish wala chapter tough hota hai. Kaun sa page pe atki ho?”

Anisha:

“Jo khula hai ussi pe.”

Kabeer typing… typing…

Kabeeramitabh gif)

dus crorreeeeee.....

Anisha zor se hansi rok leti hai.

Anisha:

“Tum na bilkul help nahi karte.”

Kabeer:

“Aapne manga kab?”

Anisha soch me pad jaati hai… fir type karti hai:

Anisha:

“Nahi manga… bas complain kar rahi thi.”

Kabeer:

“Normal. Tum har cheez par kar leti ho.”

Anisha ka muh khul jata hai.

Anisha:

“HELLO? Main complain queen nahi hoon.”

Kabeer:

“Proof?”

Anisha bechari sa emoji bhej deti hai ?

Kabeer:

“See. Ye bhi ek complain jaisa hi tha.”

Anisha phone rakhti hai…

Aur khud se hi bolti hai:

“Pagal ladka.”

Phir usko smile aa jati hai.

Kuch second baad uska hi ek message aa jata hai:

Kabeer:

“Accha padhai karo ab. Warna kal phir complain karogi ki concentrate nahi hua.”

Anisha ki ungli screen par ruk jaati hai.

Dil ke kisi kone me ek halka sa warm feeling sa uttha.

Anisha:

“Fine. Good night.”

Kabeer:

“Good night, shikayat petika.”

Anisha screen ko ghoorti rehti hai… gusse ka drama karti hai…

But smile khud-ba-khud aa hi jaati hai.

Scene fade.