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Update 27
NEXT MORNING – BEHEN_CODE SECRET MEETING
Aaji ke ghar ka baithak room – warm, purani wooden furniture, chhat se latakta ek purana fan, aur table par bichha hua ek rough hand-drawn map of “Vicky ki Party Venue.”
Sab paanch ladkiyan ek gol circle me baithi hoti hain.
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SCENE START
Arti:
“Girls, today ka plan final karna hi hoga. Vicky ki party hi hamara biggest chance hai.”
Anushka:
“Security tight hogi… andar jaana aasaan nahi hoga.”
Sab thodi tension me baithi hoti hain. Tabhi Anisha apna pen ghumaate hue bolti hai:
Anisha:
“Actually… ek option ho sakta hai. Kabeer ke paas ek extra pass hai. Agar wo chale jaye to main uske saath enter kar sakti hoon.”
Sab ek saath “Great!” bol deti hain.
Rahat:
“Haan yaar, good idea! Aur main bhi try karti hoon. Shayad radio station me event ke passes aaye ho… I can also manage!”
Ishaani (thoda hesitant):
“Main waha nahi aa paungi. Vicky ne mujhe dekh liya tha restaurant me. Agar mujhe waha spot kiya to poora plan doubt me aa jayega.”
Sab ek dusre ki taraf dekhta hai… phir quietly agree karte hain.
Arti:
“Right. So sabko jaane ki zarurat bhi nahi. Anisha, tum Kabeer ke pass ke saath jao.”
Anisha chhupke se ek short nervous nod deti hai.
Arti:
“Rahat, tum radio station se check karna.
Ishani, main aur Anushka tumhe yahi se cover denge.
Aur please… har chhoti detail notice karna.
Vicky ke aas paas rehne ki koshish bhi karna, lekin is tarah ki wo tumhe pehchan na paaye.”
Group ek saath, serious expressions me “Yes.”
Tabhi Ishaani dheere se bolti hai:
Ishaani:
“Yeh shayad humara last chance ho sakta hai.
So… girls, be prepared.”
Room me thodi der tak khamoshi chha jaati hai. Phir planning, routes, timings sab note kiya jata hai.
Meeting lagbhag aadha ghanta aur chalti hai.
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CUT TO — ARTI’S SUBPLOT
Meeting khatam hoti hi Arti apna dupatta theek karti hai.
Aaj uske chehre par ek ajeeb si excited softness thi.
Arti (dil me):
“Shayad… aaj Nakul fir aaye.”
Bas ek mulaqaat hui thi, par us ladke me kuch tha—
ek familiarity, ek warmth… jise Arti samajh nahi pa rahi thi.
Rickshaw le kar wo apni home-library pahuchti hai.
Darwaza kholti hai, lights on karti hai, aur apni daily routine ka kaam shuru.
Books ko dust, register open, reading table pe pens set…
Par uski aankhein baar-baar ussi corner wale table par jaa rahi thi—
jaha Nakul pichli baar baitha tha.
Time slow chal raha hota hai…
Library shant… bas page palatne ki awaaz.
Then—
Darwaza halki si cheek ki awaaz ke saath khulta hai…
Hawa ka ek halka jhonka andar aata hai… papers se halki khanak si hoti hai…
Arti apne baal sambhalti hai, dupatta theek karti hai, aur upar dekhti hai—
Nakul.
Same olive green shirt, bag shoulder pe, aankhon me wohi calm-sa smile.
Dono ki aankhon ka connection ek second ko ruk jaata hai…
Phir dheere se dono ek soft genuine smile exchange karte hain.
Arti ke dil me ek ajeeb si naram halki dhadkan.
Nakul wahi corner table ki taraf jaata hai…
Aur Arti apni seat par baithi, apni cheekhati smile chhupane ki bekaar koshish karti hai.
Scene slow-fade.
**SCENE – ARTI & NAKUL’S FIRST MINI CONVERSATION
(Soft, Warm, Sweetly Awkward)**
Library me shaanti thi… wahi purani lakdi ki furniture ki halki khushboo,
kapdon ki halki khanak, aur charming silence.
Nakul apne usual corner table par baith kar books nikal raha hota hai.
Arti apni seat se uski taraf nazar churake dekh rahi hoti hai…
phir finally himmat karke uthti hai.
Arti (formal smile lekar):
“Good morning… aaj bhi early?”
Nakul (upar dekh kar, wohi warm gentle smile):
“Good morning! Haan… actually last time wali book complete nahi hui.
Socha aaj thoda discipline se padhu.”
Arti halki si hansi rok kar:
“Discipline ka nam mat lijiye… meri library me itna discipline hota hai ki
bachche bhi mujhe daant dete hain.”
Nakul hansi dabate hue:
“Achha? Aapko? Kaise?”
Arti kandhe ucha kar, thoda fun me:
“Bas… rules follow karo, polythene mat lao, slow bolo, pen mat chabao…
Waise hi main manage karti hoon.”
Nakul:
“Toh phir aap kya karti hain jab koi rule tod deta hai?
Fine? Ya report?”
Arti playful tone me:
“Main stern look deti hoon.
Teen seconds ka.
Uska effect zyada hota hai.”
Nakul sochne ka natak karta hai, phir halka sa jhuk kar bolta hai:
“Dangerous… main dhyan rakhunga.”
Dono halki si hansi share karte hain—
tabhi ek choti si student girl (8-9 saal) jo nearby table par baithi hoti hai,
apna finger lips par rakh kar bolti hai:
Little Girl (strict tone):
“Shhhhhhh!
Aapko library ke rules nahi pata kya?”
Arti beech me freeze.
Nakul bhi freeze.
Dono ek second ek dusre ko dekhte hain…
Phir dono ki hassi ek saath phoot padti hai,
par obviously dheere—library-friendly giggles.
Arti haath jodke bachchi se bolti hai:
“Sorry beta… hum log dheere baat karenge.”
Little girl glasses theek karte hue:
“Good.”
Nakul Arti ki taraf lean karke whisper karta hai:
“Maine kaha tha… dangerous.”
Arti muskurate hue apna dupatta theek karti hai aur seat ki taraf wapas jaati hai.
Nakul softly smiles,
Aur background me library ki silent warmth chalti rehti hai.
Scene fade.
**SCENE – ANUSHKA’S NEXT SUBPLOT
(Aaji ke ghar se bank tak, tension-heavy atmosphere)**
Anushka aaji ke ghar walon se bye bol kar seedha apni car me baithti hai.
Face par ek alag hi determination —
aaj party ka plan bhi final hua hai, aur bank me Sumeet ke jhoot ka sach bhi uske dimaag me ghoom raha hai.
Car bank ke saamne rukti hai.
Anushka ek deep breath leti hai…
phir doors push karke andar aati hai.
---
INT. BANK – MORNING
Jaise hi Anushka bank floor par kadam rakhti hai,
“Good morning, ma’am!”
“Good morning, Anushka!”
Employees ki voices ek ke baad ek sunai deti hain.
Anushka un sabko ek short, serious nod deti hai —
polite but distant.
Aaj uske chehre par woh usual softness nahi thi.
Aaj woh full alert mode me thi.
Wo reception se cross karte hue aage badhti hai…
Aur tabhi uske saamne glass-wall cabin aata hai —
Sumeet ka cabin.
Anushka turant apne kadam dheere kar deti hai.
Uska face tight, jaw lock ho jati hai.
Glass ke andar Sumeet apne computer par kuch type kar raha hota hai…
phir apni screen se upar nazar utaakar directly Anushka ko dekh leta hai.
Ek second ke liye—
pure floor ki hawa ruk jaati hai.
Eye contact.
No smile.
No greeting.
Sirf ek sharp, cold stare.
Sumeet ki aankhon me woh same arrogance…
jaise keh raha ho: “I don’t care.”
Anushka ki aankhon me ek glare…
jaise bol rahi ho: “Main darne wali nahi.”
Dono ek dusre ko aise dekhte hain
jaise ek dusre ki presence hi pasand nahi.
Phir Anushka bina rukke,
bina ek second waste kiye,
sidha apne cabin ki taraf mud jaati hai.
Heel clicks echo karte hain—
serious, confident, crisp.
Door close hota hai.
Scene ends with Anushka exhaling softly…
but eyes still burning with focus.
SCENE – ANUSHKA IN HER CABIN (Tension, Suspicion, Heavy Inner Conflict)
Anushka cabin ka door band karke andar aati hai.
Ek second ke liye rukti hai…
deep exhale…
phir apni chair par baithkar laptop on karti hai.
Screen glow hota hai.
Anushka ka face half-lit, half-shadow.
---
MAIL CHECKING – SLOW, TENSE MOMENT
Wo inbox open karti hai…
refresh…
scroll…
Koi bhi new email nahi.
Specially —
Sumeet ki taraf se ek bhi nahi.
Anushka ki aankhon me ek doubt sa chamakta hai.
“Aaj mail kyu nahi…?”
Ab jab uski identity expose ho chuki hai,
maybe Sumeet ko lag raha hoga ki hide karne ka koi matlab nahi.
Ya shayad kisi naye plan me hai.
Anushka halka sa lean back karti hai,
uski aankhon me soch, gussa aur darr sab mix hota hai.
---
CAMERA CLOSE-UP ON HER FACE
Inner voice almost whisper jaisa:
“Sumeet aisa kyu kar raha hai…
Itna sab kaise jaanta hai?
Yeh information uske paas aayi kahan se?”
Uske finger desk par tap karne lagti hain —
fast, restless.
“Kya mujhe security officer ki help leni chahiye…?”
Wo ek second sochti hai.
Eyes side pe shift hoti hain — doubt, fear.
“Nahi…
Agar security officer involved hui
to Sumeet darr kar sab batane se mana bhi kar sakta hai.
Aur shayad uske paas aur bhi kuch ho…
Jo main abhi nahi jaanti.”
Anushka apni notebook kholti hai.
Kuch points likhne ka try karti hai,
par pen ruk jata hai.
“Nahi…
Mujhe khud hi samajhna padega.
Jaldbaazi nahi…
Galat step nahi.”
Uske dimaag me ek second ke liye
Behen_Code ka group flash hota hai —
lekin wo turant head shake karti hai.
“Abhi sabko isme involve karna theek nahi.
Jab tak pata na lage ki Sumeet ka motive kya hai…”
Wo ek deep breath leti hai
aur laptop me apne regular kaam open kar deti hai —
par clearly work par focus nahi.
Uske dimaag me sirf ek naam ghoom raha hota hai:
SUMEET.
Tension.
Curiosity.
Fear.
Anger.
Confusion.
Sab ek saath bechaini ban kar uske chehre par visible hota hai.
Camera doori se Anushka ko kaam karte dikhata hai,
lekin uske andar ek silent storm chal raha hota hai.
CUT.
SCENE – ANISHA & KABEER (COLLEGE CANTEEN, LIGHT & CUTE VIBES)
Canteen ka afternoon rush.
Students idhar-udhar ghume, hansi-mazak ki awaazein.
Ek kone ki table par Anisha apna phone dekhti hui, clearly wait kar rahi hai.
Door se Kabeer apni typical chilled walk me aata hai —
shoulder bag, halki si smirk, bilkul carefree vibes.
Wo aate hi chair kheechkar baithta hai.
Kabeer:
"Hello madam, kya haal chaal?"
Anisha (seedha point par):
"Pass laye ho na?"
Kabeer ka muh literally down arrow emoji jaisa hojaata hai.
Kabeer:
"Yaar… tum itni mean hogi, maine nahi socha tha.
Thoda sa ‘hi’, ‘hello’, ‘kaise ho’ bhi bol deti."
Anisha:
"Tum kya sochte ho mujhe kaise maloom hoga?
Chalo… ab passes do."
Jaise hi Kabeer pass nikalne lagta hai,
ek stylish ladki unki table ke paas se guzar jaati hai.
Kabeer ki nazar automatically us par chali jaati hai.
Anisha slow motion me kabeer ke reaction ko notice karti hai…
phir eyebrow utha kar usse dekhti hai.
Ladki guzar jaati hai.
Kabeer wapas Anisha ki taraf dekhta hai.
Anisha (deadpan):
"Acha hua mujhe nahi maloom ki tum kya-kya sochte ho."
Kabeer ek choti si awkward hansi deta hai
phir hands-up jaisa gesture:
Kabeer:
"Arey nahi yaar! Wo to mere door ki…
bas… stranger hai."
Anisha uske weird explanation par smirk rok nahi paati.
Anisha:
"Koi bani nahi girlfriend?
Single ho… bahut despo lagte ho."
Kabeer bhaav khaate hue smirk karta hai,
chair pe thoda lean back karta hai.
Kabeer:
"Thi pehle.
Lekin… ab lagta hai nayi dhund raha hoon."
Anisha literally ek second ke liye freeze.
Sharma bhi jaati hai.
Table par apni bottle ko unnecessary adjust karti hai.
Kabeer quietly uski taraf dekh kar muskura deta hai.
Phir pocket se party passes nikal kar table par rakhta hai.
Kabeer:
"Aaj shaam, 7 baje.
Der mat karna…
mujhe late aane wale log pasand nahi."
Anisha pass utha leti hai —
ek flying salute jaisa gesture karti hai:
Anisha:
"Yes sir… time par aa jaungi."
Kabeer khada hota hai,
backpack shoulder par daalta hai
aur ek micro-smile ke sath bolta hai:
Kabeer:
"Good."
Phir wo canteen se nikal jaata hai.
Anisha pass ko dekhkar
apne aap se ek chhoti si smile karta deti hai.
CUT.
SCENE – ISHAANI (RESTAURANT, PRE-PARTY TENSION)
Lunch rush ke baad restaurant ka environment thoda shaant tha,
lekin Ishani ke andar ka storm clearly dikh raha tha.
Wo counter ke peeche khadi bills check kar rahi thi —
lekin ungliyaan bar-bar slip ho rahi thi.
Eyes tired, jaw tight, shoulders stiff.
Ek waiter uske paas se tray lekar guzra,
aur Ishani reflex se side ho gayi —
jaisi hosh me ho, par dhyaan kahin aur.
Kitchen se koi bulaata hai:
“Ishani, order ready hai!”
Wo bina kuch bole turant steps badha kar plate utha leti hai.
Haath theek se stable nahin,
lekin phir bhi professional sa composure bana leti hai
aur table tak jaakar quietly serve karti hai.
Wapas aate hue ek moment ke liye rukti hai,
deep breath leti hai…
lekin tension utne hi zor se wapas aa jati hai.
Manager counter se door se use observe karta hai,
uski uneasy body language,
uska silent stress.
Ishani phir se kaam me doob jaati hai —
napkins fold, plates arrange,
order slip check,
bas bina ek word bole.
Her face said one thing clearly—
Aaj ki shaam uske dimag me chal rahi thi…
aur wo usse ignore nahi kar paa rahi thi.
CUT.
Rahat ka Studio Scene — Cinematic, Natural Flow, Without Breaking Character
Rahat studio ke glass door ko dhakel kar andar aati hai.
Studio ki halki si thandi AC wali hawa uske chehre se halka sa paseena uda deti hai.
Woh seedha left side wale wall-mirror ke paas rukti hai —
baal ko haath se set karti hai, dupatta shoulder par balance karti hai,
aur ek chhota sa confident sa exhale deti hai.
Phir woh boss ke cabin ki taraf badhti hai.
Cabin ka darwaza knock kiye bina hi kholti hai —
jaise hamesha karti hai.
Boss Cabin — Rahat & Gopal
Rahat (casual tone, jaise ghar ki baat pooch rahi ho):
“Are Gopal… Vicky ki party wale pass aaye kya studio ke naam se?”
Gopal (computer screen pe jhuk kar):
“Haaan aaye to they… lekin shayad full ho gaye.”
Rahat (eyebrows upar):
“Itni jaldi? Beta tune mujhe nahi puchha jana hai ki nahi…”
Gopal (thoda guilt + thoda beizzati se bachne wala look):
“Dekh Rahat… pass to full ho gaye. Chaar they.
Ek mera…”
Rahat sirf haan me sir hila deti hai.
“Ek mere pappa ka…”
Rahat ek halki si tired breath leti hai —
ye line woh Gopal se roz sun chuki hai.
“Ek Managing Director ka…”
Rahat under-the-breath:
“Haan obviously…”
Rahat:
“Aur chautha pass?”
Gopal (sharma kar):
“Chautha… Shreya ka.”
Rahat ka expression turant thoda ‘Seriously?’ wala ho jata hai.
Rahat (tone heavy hota hua):
“Kyaaa… Shreya?
Wo to mujhse junior hai, Gopal.
Pass to tujhe mujhe dena chahiye tha.”
Gopal (defensive):
“Yaar samjha kar na… main Shreya ke saath… you know…”
Rahat literally hansi rok nahi paati.
Ek sharp sa “Hah!” nikalta hai uske muh se.
Rahat (mazak udane wale tone me):
“Dekh mote… yeh ladki tere layak nahi.
Aur waise bhi, uska already ek bf hai.”
Gopal (shock + instant denial):
“Nahi hai! Wo uska best friend hai!”
Rahat (hand wave karte hue):
“Abey konse zamaane me jee raha?
Aajkal ladkiya best friend ko hi bf bana leti hain…
Aur unhi se apni saari needs puri karwa rahi —
paise ki, pyaar ki…
aur wo wali bhi.”
Gopal ka muh literally khula ka khula.
Ek second tak freeze rehta hai.
Rahat (threat-jaisi teasing):
“Ja ab pass le aa.
Warna show me bol dungi ki Radio Zindagi me vacancy khali hai…
Phir lete rehna is desh ke berozgaron ka interview.”
Gopal (panic mode):
“NAHI nahi yaar! Aisa mat kar.
Mere pappa ne bola hai —
ab koi bhasad nahi honi chahiye.
Itni mushkil se unhone station ki zimmedaari mujhe di hai…”
Rahat:
“Haan haan… nahi karungi.
Chal, ab jaldi kar. Pass leke aa.”
Gopal bilkul college ke bacche ki tarah “Ji yes ma’am” face banata hai
aur literally daudta hua cabin se nikal jata hai —
Shreya ke paas.
Rahat cabin me khadi hoti hai,
ek deep breath leti hai,
aur table ke kinare par ungliyon se halki tapping karti hai —
Gopal ke wapas aane ka wait karte hue.
NEXT MORNING – BEHEN_CODE SECRET MEETING
Aaji ke ghar ka baithak room – warm, purani wooden furniture, chhat se latakta ek purana fan, aur table par bichha hua ek rough hand-drawn map of “Vicky ki Party Venue.”
Sab paanch ladkiyan ek gol circle me baithi hoti hain.
---
SCENE START
Arti:
“Girls, today ka plan final karna hi hoga. Vicky ki party hi hamara biggest chance hai.”
Anushka:
“Security tight hogi… andar jaana aasaan nahi hoga.”
Sab thodi tension me baithi hoti hain. Tabhi Anisha apna pen ghumaate hue bolti hai:
Anisha:
“Actually… ek option ho sakta hai. Kabeer ke paas ek extra pass hai. Agar wo chale jaye to main uske saath enter kar sakti hoon.”
Sab ek saath “Great!” bol deti hain.
Rahat:
“Haan yaar, good idea! Aur main bhi try karti hoon. Shayad radio station me event ke passes aaye ho… I can also manage!”
Ishaani (thoda hesitant):
“Main waha nahi aa paungi. Vicky ne mujhe dekh liya tha restaurant me. Agar mujhe waha spot kiya to poora plan doubt me aa jayega.”
Sab ek dusre ki taraf dekhta hai… phir quietly agree karte hain.
Arti:
“Right. So sabko jaane ki zarurat bhi nahi. Anisha, tum Kabeer ke pass ke saath jao.”
Anisha chhupke se ek short nervous nod deti hai.
Arti:
“Rahat, tum radio station se check karna.
Ishani, main aur Anushka tumhe yahi se cover denge.
Aur please… har chhoti detail notice karna.
Vicky ke aas paas rehne ki koshish bhi karna, lekin is tarah ki wo tumhe pehchan na paaye.”
Group ek saath, serious expressions me “Yes.”
Tabhi Ishaani dheere se bolti hai:
Ishaani:
“Yeh shayad humara last chance ho sakta hai.
So… girls, be prepared.”
Room me thodi der tak khamoshi chha jaati hai. Phir planning, routes, timings sab note kiya jata hai.
Meeting lagbhag aadha ghanta aur chalti hai.
---
CUT TO — ARTI’S SUBPLOT
Meeting khatam hoti hi Arti apna dupatta theek karti hai.
Aaj uske chehre par ek ajeeb si excited softness thi.
Arti (dil me):
“Shayad… aaj Nakul fir aaye.”
Bas ek mulaqaat hui thi, par us ladke me kuch tha—
ek familiarity, ek warmth… jise Arti samajh nahi pa rahi thi.
Rickshaw le kar wo apni home-library pahuchti hai.
Darwaza kholti hai, lights on karti hai, aur apni daily routine ka kaam shuru.
Books ko dust, register open, reading table pe pens set…
Par uski aankhein baar-baar ussi corner wale table par jaa rahi thi—
jaha Nakul pichli baar baitha tha.
Time slow chal raha hota hai…
Library shant… bas page palatne ki awaaz.
Then—
Darwaza halki si cheek ki awaaz ke saath khulta hai…
Hawa ka ek halka jhonka andar aata hai… papers se halki khanak si hoti hai…
Arti apne baal sambhalti hai, dupatta theek karti hai, aur upar dekhti hai—
Nakul.
Same olive green shirt, bag shoulder pe, aankhon me wohi calm-sa smile.
Dono ki aankhon ka connection ek second ko ruk jaata hai…
Phir dheere se dono ek soft genuine smile exchange karte hain.
Arti ke dil me ek ajeeb si naram halki dhadkan.
Nakul wahi corner table ki taraf jaata hai…
Aur Arti apni seat par baithi, apni cheekhati smile chhupane ki bekaar koshish karti hai.
Scene slow-fade.
**SCENE – ARTI & NAKUL’S FIRST MINI CONVERSATION
(Soft, Warm, Sweetly Awkward)**
Library me shaanti thi… wahi purani lakdi ki furniture ki halki khushboo,
kapdon ki halki khanak, aur charming silence.
Nakul apne usual corner table par baith kar books nikal raha hota hai.
Arti apni seat se uski taraf nazar churake dekh rahi hoti hai…
phir finally himmat karke uthti hai.
Arti (formal smile lekar):
“Good morning… aaj bhi early?”
Nakul (upar dekh kar, wohi warm gentle smile):
“Good morning! Haan… actually last time wali book complete nahi hui.
Socha aaj thoda discipline se padhu.”
Arti halki si hansi rok kar:
“Discipline ka nam mat lijiye… meri library me itna discipline hota hai ki
bachche bhi mujhe daant dete hain.”
Nakul hansi dabate hue:
“Achha? Aapko? Kaise?”
Arti kandhe ucha kar, thoda fun me:
“Bas… rules follow karo, polythene mat lao, slow bolo, pen mat chabao…
Waise hi main manage karti hoon.”
Nakul:
“Toh phir aap kya karti hain jab koi rule tod deta hai?
Fine? Ya report?”
Arti playful tone me:
“Main stern look deti hoon.
Teen seconds ka.
Uska effect zyada hota hai.”
Nakul sochne ka natak karta hai, phir halka sa jhuk kar bolta hai:
“Dangerous… main dhyan rakhunga.”
Dono halki si hansi share karte hain—
tabhi ek choti si student girl (8-9 saal) jo nearby table par baithi hoti hai,
apna finger lips par rakh kar bolti hai:
Little Girl (strict tone):
“Shhhhhhh!
Aapko library ke rules nahi pata kya?”
Arti beech me freeze.
Nakul bhi freeze.
Dono ek second ek dusre ko dekhte hain…
Phir dono ki hassi ek saath phoot padti hai,
par obviously dheere—library-friendly giggles.
Arti haath jodke bachchi se bolti hai:
“Sorry beta… hum log dheere baat karenge.”
Little girl glasses theek karte hue:
“Good.”
Nakul Arti ki taraf lean karke whisper karta hai:
“Maine kaha tha… dangerous.”
Arti muskurate hue apna dupatta theek karti hai aur seat ki taraf wapas jaati hai.
Nakul softly smiles,
Aur background me library ki silent warmth chalti rehti hai.
Scene fade.
**SCENE – ANUSHKA’S NEXT SUBPLOT
(Aaji ke ghar se bank tak, tension-heavy atmosphere)**
Anushka aaji ke ghar walon se bye bol kar seedha apni car me baithti hai.
Face par ek alag hi determination —
aaj party ka plan bhi final hua hai, aur bank me Sumeet ke jhoot ka sach bhi uske dimaag me ghoom raha hai.
Car bank ke saamne rukti hai.
Anushka ek deep breath leti hai…
phir doors push karke andar aati hai.
---
INT. BANK – MORNING
Jaise hi Anushka bank floor par kadam rakhti hai,
“Good morning, ma’am!”
“Good morning, Anushka!”
Employees ki voices ek ke baad ek sunai deti hain.
Anushka un sabko ek short, serious nod deti hai —
polite but distant.
Aaj uske chehre par woh usual softness nahi thi.
Aaj woh full alert mode me thi.
Wo reception se cross karte hue aage badhti hai…
Aur tabhi uske saamne glass-wall cabin aata hai —
Sumeet ka cabin.
Anushka turant apne kadam dheere kar deti hai.
Uska face tight, jaw lock ho jati hai.
Glass ke andar Sumeet apne computer par kuch type kar raha hota hai…
phir apni screen se upar nazar utaakar directly Anushka ko dekh leta hai.
Ek second ke liye—
pure floor ki hawa ruk jaati hai.
Eye contact.
No smile.
No greeting.
Sirf ek sharp, cold stare.
Sumeet ki aankhon me woh same arrogance…
jaise keh raha ho: “I don’t care.”
Anushka ki aankhon me ek glare…
jaise bol rahi ho: “Main darne wali nahi.”
Dono ek dusre ko aise dekhte hain
jaise ek dusre ki presence hi pasand nahi.
Phir Anushka bina rukke,
bina ek second waste kiye,
sidha apne cabin ki taraf mud jaati hai.
Heel clicks echo karte hain—
serious, confident, crisp.
Door close hota hai.
Scene ends with Anushka exhaling softly…
but eyes still burning with focus.
SCENE – ANUSHKA IN HER CABIN (Tension, Suspicion, Heavy Inner Conflict)
Anushka cabin ka door band karke andar aati hai.
Ek second ke liye rukti hai…
deep exhale…
phir apni chair par baithkar laptop on karti hai.
Screen glow hota hai.
Anushka ka face half-lit, half-shadow.
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MAIL CHECKING – SLOW, TENSE MOMENT
Wo inbox open karti hai…
refresh…
scroll…
Koi bhi new email nahi.
Specially —
Sumeet ki taraf se ek bhi nahi.
Anushka ki aankhon me ek doubt sa chamakta hai.
“Aaj mail kyu nahi…?”
Ab jab uski identity expose ho chuki hai,
maybe Sumeet ko lag raha hoga ki hide karne ka koi matlab nahi.
Ya shayad kisi naye plan me hai.
Anushka halka sa lean back karti hai,
uski aankhon me soch, gussa aur darr sab mix hota hai.
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CAMERA CLOSE-UP ON HER FACE
Inner voice almost whisper jaisa:
“Sumeet aisa kyu kar raha hai…
Itna sab kaise jaanta hai?
Yeh information uske paas aayi kahan se?”
Uske finger desk par tap karne lagti hain —
fast, restless.
“Kya mujhe security officer ki help leni chahiye…?”
Wo ek second sochti hai.
Eyes side pe shift hoti hain — doubt, fear.
“Nahi…
Agar security officer involved hui
to Sumeet darr kar sab batane se mana bhi kar sakta hai.
Aur shayad uske paas aur bhi kuch ho…
Jo main abhi nahi jaanti.”
Anushka apni notebook kholti hai.
Kuch points likhne ka try karti hai,
par pen ruk jata hai.
“Nahi…
Mujhe khud hi samajhna padega.
Jaldbaazi nahi…
Galat step nahi.”
Uske dimaag me ek second ke liye
Behen_Code ka group flash hota hai —
lekin wo turant head shake karti hai.
“Abhi sabko isme involve karna theek nahi.
Jab tak pata na lage ki Sumeet ka motive kya hai…”
Wo ek deep breath leti hai
aur laptop me apne regular kaam open kar deti hai —
par clearly work par focus nahi.
Uske dimaag me sirf ek naam ghoom raha hota hai:
SUMEET.
Tension.
Curiosity.
Fear.
Anger.
Confusion.
Sab ek saath bechaini ban kar uske chehre par visible hota hai.
Camera doori se Anushka ko kaam karte dikhata hai,
lekin uske andar ek silent storm chal raha hota hai.
CUT.
SCENE – ANISHA & KABEER (COLLEGE CANTEEN, LIGHT & CUTE VIBES)
Canteen ka afternoon rush.
Students idhar-udhar ghume, hansi-mazak ki awaazein.
Ek kone ki table par Anisha apna phone dekhti hui, clearly wait kar rahi hai.
Door se Kabeer apni typical chilled walk me aata hai —
shoulder bag, halki si smirk, bilkul carefree vibes.
Wo aate hi chair kheechkar baithta hai.
Kabeer:
"Hello madam, kya haal chaal?"
Anisha (seedha point par):
"Pass laye ho na?"
Kabeer ka muh literally down arrow emoji jaisa hojaata hai.
Kabeer:
"Yaar… tum itni mean hogi, maine nahi socha tha.
Thoda sa ‘hi’, ‘hello’, ‘kaise ho’ bhi bol deti."
Anisha:
"Tum kya sochte ho mujhe kaise maloom hoga?
Chalo… ab passes do."
Jaise hi Kabeer pass nikalne lagta hai,
ek stylish ladki unki table ke paas se guzar jaati hai.
Kabeer ki nazar automatically us par chali jaati hai.
Anisha slow motion me kabeer ke reaction ko notice karti hai…
phir eyebrow utha kar usse dekhti hai.
Ladki guzar jaati hai.
Kabeer wapas Anisha ki taraf dekhta hai.
Anisha (deadpan):
"Acha hua mujhe nahi maloom ki tum kya-kya sochte ho."
Kabeer ek choti si awkward hansi deta hai
phir hands-up jaisa gesture:
Kabeer:
"Arey nahi yaar! Wo to mere door ki…
bas… stranger hai."
Anisha uske weird explanation par smirk rok nahi paati.
Anisha:
"Koi bani nahi girlfriend?
Single ho… bahut despo lagte ho."
Kabeer bhaav khaate hue smirk karta hai,
chair pe thoda lean back karta hai.
Kabeer:
"Thi pehle.
Lekin… ab lagta hai nayi dhund raha hoon."
Anisha literally ek second ke liye freeze.
Sharma bhi jaati hai.
Table par apni bottle ko unnecessary adjust karti hai.
Kabeer quietly uski taraf dekh kar muskura deta hai.
Phir pocket se party passes nikal kar table par rakhta hai.
Kabeer:
"Aaj shaam, 7 baje.
Der mat karna…
mujhe late aane wale log pasand nahi."
Anisha pass utha leti hai —
ek flying salute jaisa gesture karti hai:
Anisha:
"Yes sir… time par aa jaungi."
Kabeer khada hota hai,
backpack shoulder par daalta hai
aur ek micro-smile ke sath bolta hai:
Kabeer:
"Good."
Phir wo canteen se nikal jaata hai.
Anisha pass ko dekhkar
apne aap se ek chhoti si smile karta deti hai.
CUT.
SCENE – ISHAANI (RESTAURANT, PRE-PARTY TENSION)
Lunch rush ke baad restaurant ka environment thoda shaant tha,
lekin Ishani ke andar ka storm clearly dikh raha tha.
Wo counter ke peeche khadi bills check kar rahi thi —
lekin ungliyaan bar-bar slip ho rahi thi.
Eyes tired, jaw tight, shoulders stiff.
Ek waiter uske paas se tray lekar guzra,
aur Ishani reflex se side ho gayi —
jaisi hosh me ho, par dhyaan kahin aur.
Kitchen se koi bulaata hai:
“Ishani, order ready hai!”
Wo bina kuch bole turant steps badha kar plate utha leti hai.
Haath theek se stable nahin,
lekin phir bhi professional sa composure bana leti hai
aur table tak jaakar quietly serve karti hai.
Wapas aate hue ek moment ke liye rukti hai,
deep breath leti hai…
lekin tension utne hi zor se wapas aa jati hai.
Manager counter se door se use observe karta hai,
uski uneasy body language,
uska silent stress.
Ishani phir se kaam me doob jaati hai —
napkins fold, plates arrange,
order slip check,
bas bina ek word bole.
Her face said one thing clearly—
Aaj ki shaam uske dimag me chal rahi thi…
aur wo usse ignore nahi kar paa rahi thi.
CUT.
Rahat ka Studio Scene — Cinematic, Natural Flow, Without Breaking Character
Rahat studio ke glass door ko dhakel kar andar aati hai.
Studio ki halki si thandi AC wali hawa uske chehre se halka sa paseena uda deti hai.
Woh seedha left side wale wall-mirror ke paas rukti hai —
baal ko haath se set karti hai, dupatta shoulder par balance karti hai,
aur ek chhota sa confident sa exhale deti hai.
Phir woh boss ke cabin ki taraf badhti hai.
Cabin ka darwaza knock kiye bina hi kholti hai —
jaise hamesha karti hai.
Boss Cabin — Rahat & Gopal
Rahat (casual tone, jaise ghar ki baat pooch rahi ho):
“Are Gopal… Vicky ki party wale pass aaye kya studio ke naam se?”
Gopal (computer screen pe jhuk kar):
“Haaan aaye to they… lekin shayad full ho gaye.”
Rahat (eyebrows upar):
“Itni jaldi? Beta tune mujhe nahi puchha jana hai ki nahi…”
Gopal (thoda guilt + thoda beizzati se bachne wala look):
“Dekh Rahat… pass to full ho gaye. Chaar they.
Ek mera…”
Rahat sirf haan me sir hila deti hai.
“Ek mere pappa ka…”
Rahat ek halki si tired breath leti hai —
ye line woh Gopal se roz sun chuki hai.
“Ek Managing Director ka…”
Rahat under-the-breath:
“Haan obviously…”
Rahat:
“Aur chautha pass?”
Gopal (sharma kar):
“Chautha… Shreya ka.”
Rahat ka expression turant thoda ‘Seriously?’ wala ho jata hai.
Rahat (tone heavy hota hua):
“Kyaaa… Shreya?
Wo to mujhse junior hai, Gopal.
Pass to tujhe mujhe dena chahiye tha.”
Gopal (defensive):
“Yaar samjha kar na… main Shreya ke saath… you know…”
Rahat literally hansi rok nahi paati.
Ek sharp sa “Hah!” nikalta hai uske muh se.
Rahat (mazak udane wale tone me):
“Dekh mote… yeh ladki tere layak nahi.
Aur waise bhi, uska already ek bf hai.”
Gopal (shock + instant denial):
“Nahi hai! Wo uska best friend hai!”
Rahat (hand wave karte hue):
“Abey konse zamaane me jee raha?
Aajkal ladkiya best friend ko hi bf bana leti hain…
Aur unhi se apni saari needs puri karwa rahi —
paise ki, pyaar ki…
aur wo wali bhi.”
Gopal ka muh literally khula ka khula.
Ek second tak freeze rehta hai.
Rahat (threat-jaisi teasing):
“Ja ab pass le aa.
Warna show me bol dungi ki Radio Zindagi me vacancy khali hai…
Phir lete rehna is desh ke berozgaron ka interview.”
Gopal (panic mode):
“NAHI nahi yaar! Aisa mat kar.
Mere pappa ne bola hai —
ab koi bhasad nahi honi chahiye.
Itni mushkil se unhone station ki zimmedaari mujhe di hai…”
Rahat:
“Haan haan… nahi karungi.
Chal, ab jaldi kar. Pass leke aa.”
Gopal bilkul college ke bacche ki tarah “Ji yes ma’am” face banata hai
aur literally daudta hua cabin se nikal jata hai —
Shreya ke paas.
Rahat cabin me khadi hoti hai,
ek deep breath leti hai,
aur table ke kinare par ungliyon se halki tapping karti hai —
Gopal ke wapas aane ka wait karte hue.
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