Thriller BEHEN_CODE

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Update 28




VICKY KI PARTY – GRAND INTRO (CINEMATIC & POWERFUL)

Raat ka time.
City ke sabse posh area me ek huge bungalow, jiska har kona bright golden lights se chamak raha hai.
Gate ke bahar imported cars ki lambiii line —
Audi, BMW, Mercedes, Jaguar… ek se badhkar ek.

Security itni tight jaise kisi minister ki rally ho.
Black-suited guards, walkie-talkie, metal detectors —
sab kuch high-level.

Yeh party kisi aam ladke ki birthday ya casual get-together nahi thi…
Yeh Vicky ke father, Rajveer Singh Rathod, ki party thi —
jo apni nayi multi-million dollar deal foreign company ke saath announce kar rahe the.

Is deal ka matlab tha:
power
money
connections
aur ek aur rung unke already sky-high status ka.

Garden area puri tarah royal setup me sajaya gaya tha —
8-feet ke flower pillars, imported lights, live orchestra,
aur har jagah waiters noirs suits me champagne trays lekar ghoom rahe the.

Is party me kaun-kaun tha?

✔ Top businessmen
✔ Politicians ke sons & daughters
✔ Big builders
✔ Media ke big shots
✔ Social workers with influence
✔ 1–2 TV actresses
✔ Bollywood ke kuch notable faces
✔ Foreign delegates from the partner company

Sab log ek hi baat me impress ho rahe they —
Rathod family ki power, reach, influence…
aur unka paise se bada dil.

Vicky ka ghar aaj kisi international award night se kam nahi lag raha tha.
Aur iss ambience se ek hi baat clear hoti thi:

“Vicky koi aam rich boy nahi…
wo ek extremely powerful, deeply connected,
aur influential family ka ladka hai.”

Party abhi set ho rahi hai.
Lights thodi thodi dim ho rahi hain.
Orchestra shift ho kar DJ zone ki taraf ja raha hai.


ANISHA – VIDEO MEETING PREP SCENE (CINEMATIC, SOFT, TEAM VIBE)

Hostel ka kamra halka andhera, sirf ek warm table-lamp ki roshni.
Mirror ke saamne Anisha khadi thi — black satin gown uske body frame ko perfectly hug kar raha tha.
Off-shoulder, soft flowy fabric, thigh-slit — elegant but bold.
Baale loose waves me, ek side tuck, jisse uske collarbone aur zyada highlight ho rahi thi.
Face par natural nude makeup, eyes thodi smoky… aur lips soft pink.

Mirror ke saamne khadi Anisha
apne gale me ek delicate silver pendant pehn rahi thi,
tabhi phone stand par rakhe mobile par puri BEHEN_CODE team video call par dikh rahi thi.

Arti (screen par thodi serious tone me)
“Anisha, dhyaan rakhna. Be aware. Tumhe party me zaroor kuch na kuch information milegi.”

Anisha pendant adjust karti hai, ek deep breath leti hai.

Tabhi Anushka excited baby-like tone me boli,
“Baby… please mere gown ka khyaal rakhna.
Maine abhi tak ise ek baar bhi nahi pehna.”

Puri team hansi se phoot padti hai —
Rahat turant eyebrow utha kar bolti hai,
“Anu beta… masti nahi.”

Aur iss line ke saath hi sab fir se hasne lagti hain—
sirf Ishani ko chhod kar.

Ishani ka expression bilkul serious,
“Tum logon ko masti chadh rahi hai?
Yeh koi mazak ka waqt nahi hai.”

Arti haath uthakar sab ko shant karati hai,
“Bas, bas… focus.
Anisha jaise hi party start ho, tumhe bas normal behave karna hai… aur Vicky ke aas paas rehna hai.”

Anisha mirror me apni last look check karti hai —
pendant set, gown perfect, hair flawless.

Wo camera ki taraf seedhi dekh kar bolti hai,
“Promise.
Kuch bhi ho jaye… main zaroor information laungi.
Aur jitna ho sake, Vicky ke close rahungi.”

Team ek saath nod karti hai.
Video call ka screen dim hota hai…
aur Anisha ka reflection mirror me khud se ek chhoti si nervous smile deta hai.

KABEER & ANISHA — PARTY LEAVE SCENE (CINEMATIC, SOFT ROMANTIC TENSION)


Hostel ke bahar ek sleek white Swift khadi thi.
Music low volume par chal raha tha…
Aur Kabeer, black suit me, apne car ke side-mirror me khud ko hi check karta hua khada tha—
collar adjust… sleeves fold… hair flick.

Uska expression full “I look good” mode me tha
tabhi window par halki si knock.

Kabeer casually door kholo wala handle ghumata hai…

…aur jaisey hi bahar aata hai—

uske hosh literally ud jaate hain.

Uski aankhon me ek chamak, ek shock, ek smile sab ek saath aa jate hain.
Jaise kisi ne uske saamne pari materialize kar di ho.

Anisha.

Black satin gown.
Soft curls.
Silver pendant.
Confidence + elegance ka perfect combo.
Uski presence ne Kabeer ko poora freeze kar diya.

Kabeer ki aankhen blink karna bhool gayi.

Anisha—
halke irritation + flirty tone me
“Chutki.”

Chutki.
Aur Kabeer jaise zameen par wapas aa gaya.

Kabeer, awkward sa hansi rok kar—
“Haaann… chalte hai…
par kitna late kar diya tumne yaar!”

Anisha aankhon ko roll karti hai,
haath se gesture karke bolti hai,
“Party shuru hone me ek ghanta baaki hai… drama band karo.”

Dono front seats me baith jaate hain.
Car smooth glide hoti hai road par.

Kabeer steering par…
lekin uski nazar bar-bar side-mirror me ja rahi thi—
Anisha ko dekhne ke liye.
Uske expression me admiration itna real tha ki wo chhup bhi nahi paa raha tha.

Anisha casual but sharp tone me bolti hai,
“Bas, zyada over-acting nahi karni waha.
Mauka mile to information le lena.
Kisi ko pata nahi chalna chahiye ki hum kis liye aaye hain.”

Kabeer instantly serious mode me—
“Don’t worry.
Kisi ko kuch nahi pata chalega.”

Thoda pause…

“Main Vicky ke aas-paas rahunga…
aur tum uske dad ke paas.”

Anisha slow nod deti hai.
Car ka interior warm lights me glow karta hai…
aur dono ek silent understanding share karte hain—

PARTY SCENE — VICKY KI FAMILY KI POWER, ANISHA & KABEER IN POSITION


Party full swing me aa chuki thi.
Huge lawn, fairy lights, champagne counters, classical music, white-dressed waiters…
Sab jagah high-profile log.

Politicians.
Bollywood celebrities.
Foreign delegates.
Social workers.
Big businessmen.

Security itni tight ki gate se lekar lawn ke kone tak black-suited guards lines me khade the.


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Vicky ke father aur Vicky — Power presence

Lawn ke centre me Vicky aur uske father Mr. Rathod khud guest ko receive kar rahe the.

Rathod—
bade industrialist ka swagger,
har handshake me command.

Vicky—
PR smile me master,
har photo me charm.


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Anisha & Kabeer – Mission Mode

Party ke ek kone se
Anisha aur Kabeer silently environment observe kar rahe the.

Anisha ne halki si nazar ghumai…
aur ishara kiya us direction me jahan Vicky ke father khade the.

Kabeer dusri direction me Vicky ki taraf move hua.

Anisha slow steps me, crowd me gul-mil kar,
Rathod ke aas-paas pahunch gayi.


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Rathod & Mr. Chung — Asia’s Biggest Deal

Foreign delegations ke beech
Mr. Rathod jovially laugh karte hue bol rahe the—

“Mr. Chung, history will see what we’re planning.
Believe me… this is one of the India—
no, one of Asia’s biggest deals and projects.
We are inches close to this.”

Mr. Chung impressed lag raha tha.
Anisha yeh sab dhyan se sun rahi thi.


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Enter: Media Reporter Avantika

Crowd ke beech se ek bold voice:

“Mr. Rathod, ek sawal!”

Sabki nazar ek young confident reporter par padti hai—
Avantika.

Without hesitation:

“Aap Asia ki sabse badi deal me busy hain…
lekin news aa rahi hai ki jis project par aapne itna paisa lagaya hai,
usme kuch major errors hain.
Kya yeh sach hai?”

Rathod ka face ek second ke liye
anger se bhar uthta hai,
par crowd ki wajah se smile lagaye rakhta hai.

Chup rehta hai.
Chung ki taraf forced smile deta hai.

Avantika phir se:

“Agar project me errors hain to it could be harmful for everyone.
Aur jahan project ban raha hai… wahan ek badi local population pehle se rehti hai.
Unka kya?”


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Rathod’s controlled attack

Rathod neck tilt karta hai,
fake smile ke saath:

“Sunne me bahut kuch milta hai, Ms. Avantika…
humne bhi suna hai media kisi ki sagi nahi.
Aaj ek minister ki, kal kisi aur ki.
Godi me baithna to aap logon ka shauk hai.”

Crowd awkward ho jata hai.
Chung eyebrows raise kar leta hai.

Avantika still firm.

Rathod slow steps me uske paas aata hai…

Camera ke mic se door.
Logon ki awaazon ke beech halki si whisper—

**“Godi me baitho…

Lode par nahi…”**

Avantika ka face ekदम tight.

Uski aankhen shock aur gusse se bhar jaati hain.

Woh bina kuch bole
crowd se side hat jaati hai.

Rathod loud, thoda over-acted laugh karta hai—

“Hahaha! Media wale bhi na…”

Chung ko reassure karte hue atmoshphere normal banane lagta hai.


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Anisha — Hidden Observer

Sirf kuch feet door,
crowd me blend hokar
Anisha yeh sab sun chuki thi.

Uski aankhon me sharp focus—
yeh sirf deal nahi,
yeh scandal ka seed point lag raha tha.

Aur she was already trying to decoding…

Vicky — PR King Mode ON


Vicky ek hi waqt me
paparazzi, PR team aur apne doston se ghira hua tha.

Flashlights non-stop chal rahe the.
Models, influencers, B-grade TV actresses—
sab Vicky ke sath selfies and pose-shots ke liye line me.

Vicky stylish smile,
one hand pocket me,
ekdum effortless charm.

Door…
Kabeer quietly usko observe kar raha tha.
Uski aankhen crowd ke through bas Vicky par fix thi—
jaisa mission mode me ho.


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Vicky With His Boys

Vicky finally apne doston ke group me aata hai.

Ek dost already hyper mode me:

"Yaar… yeh actresses sach me itni HOT hoti hain kya?
Aur wo dekh— uska gown… uffff…
Hathiyar me harkat hone lag gayi."

Vicky loudly hans padta hai—

"Hahaha! Bas beta?
Itne me hi charge ho gaya?
Thoda wait kar… dilwa dunga tujhe bhi."

Group me sab ek dusre ko push karte hue
dirty comedy tone me hansi crack karte hain.


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Spotlight Shift — THE BMW

Tabhi…

Gate ke side ek premium BMW brake maar ke rukti hai.
Ekdam smooth style me.

Aur bas—

Trrr-trrr-trrr!
Media cameras ka sound waha se toot padta hai.

Paparazzi literally
models, influencers sabko chhod kar
BMW ki taraf bhaag padte hain.

Light beams, camera flashes, mic logos—
sab ek hi direction me.

Party ka poora attention
ek hi second me
“choti moti models” se hat kar
BMW ki arrival par jam jaata hai.

Vicky ke doston ki baatein ruk jaati hain.
Vicky bhi apni glass uthakar
thoda sa nazar utha kar
BMW ko dekhne lagta hai…

“Ab aaya asli show.”
uske face ka expression kuch aisa hi tha.


● SCENE — SHEFALI’s Grand Entry

Sab cameras ke flashlights ekdum storm ki tarah
black BMW par toot padi.

Paparazzi aur guests
charo taraf se gaadi ko gher lete hain…

Tabhi elite security ka squad
crowd ko piche dhakel kar
ek royal entry lane banata hai.

BMW ka door khulta hai.

Pehle ek elegant feminine hand bahar aata hai—
long satin gloves me,
diamond ring ki sparkle camera lens me tik jaati hai.

Fir heels…
aur ek poised step outside.

Aur agla pal—

Crowd me se shor:

"OH MY GOD… SHE’S SHEFALI!"

Poore event ka hawa ka rukh badal jaata hai.

SHEFALI —
Bollywood ki current most expensive, most in-demand,
most untouchable superstar —
camera ke focus me slow motion me ubhar rahi thi.

Golden off-shoulder evening gown,
figure-hugging, high-slit,
every step me ek hypnotic grace…
pura party uski taraf magnet jaisa khinch raha tha.

Papparazzi uske sath-sath chalne lagte hain
jaise koi royal procession ho.

Rathod,
jo abhi Mr. Chung se business talk me involved tha,
door se hi crowd ka direction change hota dekh leta hai.

"Shefali ma’am… Shefali ma’am… one picture please!"
— reporters cheekh kar raasta banate hote.

Rathod ke chehre par ek confident,
thoda proud, thoda smug smile aa jati hai.

Sirf Shefali ka naam sunte hi
uske expression me ek alag hi excitement thii—
aesa jaisa kisi bade power-player ko
dusre power-player ki entry ka ehsaas ho gaya ho.

Aur sach kahen to—
sirf uski nahi,
pure desh ka aadha male population
Shefali ka fan tha.

Shefali
camera flashes ke beech,
perfect posture me
Rathod ki taraf aage badh rahi thi…

Aisa lag raha tha
jaise party ka asli showstopper abhi-abhi stage par aaya ho.

Golden gown ki shimmer,
uske confident strides,
aur cameras ka nonstop blast —
party ki energy ekdum high voltage ho chuki thi.

Lawn ki halki si roshni, kam hoti bheed, aur Shefali ke andar jaate hi shift hua spotlight — bas yahi backdrop tha jab agla scene khulta hai…



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SCENE CONTINUES — PARTY LAWN

Rathod abhi bhi Shefali ke glamorous entry ke charm se nikla nahi tha. Jaise hi wo uske saamne aata hai, Shefali apni signature smile ke saath haath badhati hai.

Rathod (soft, thoda flirtate tone me):
“Welcome, Shefali… Finally, you’re here.”

Shefali halka sa bow karti hai,
“Pleasure, Mr. Rathod.”

Rathod, Chung ki taraf mud kar:
“He’s Chung… Our international partner.”

Chung khushdili se haath milata hai,
“Big fan of your work, Miss Shefali.”

Shefali ek classy sa smile deti hai.
Rathod aur Shefali ek dusre ke paas lean hoke kuch halka sa kuch kehte hain… kuch personal, kuch cheeky… aur dono ke honth par ek subtle si hasi aa jati hai.

Crowd cameras ke saath Shefali ki har ek move capture karne ko bechain tha. Rathod Shefali ko gently indicate karta hai:

“Let me take you inside… everyone’s waiting.”

Shefali slow walk ke saath Rathod ke saath andar chali jati hai, aur behind them ―
poori bheed jaise ek wave ki tarah unke peeche andar ki taraf ghus jati hai.

Ab lawn noticeably khaali, thoda sa quiet ho chuka tha.


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ISMEEANWHILE — LAWN, CORNER SIDE

Kam bheed ke beech, Anisha aur Kabeer ek dusre se door khade hone ke bawajood ek glance exchange karte hain.
Dono ki aankhon me ek hi sawaal tha:

“Kuch pata chala?”
(Par bina words bole unhone samajh liya ki jawab abhi bhi ‘no’ hi hai.)

Tabhi pichhe se ek tray le kar ek waitress Anisha ke paas se guzarti hai.
Sifrat ek casual line, lekin familiar tone:

“Meri mulgi… kya hot lagri na?”

Anisha turant ghoomti hai —
Waitress ke kapde, cap, apron… lekin chehra?

Aaji.

Anisha ke chehre pe ek instant, relief bhari muskurahat aa jati hai.

Anisha (halki hasi ke saath):
“Aaji tu yaha? Aur yeh kya get-up hai?”

Aaji aankh dabati hai:
“Tujha Arti madam ne bhejla. Bola ‘Anisha ka dhyaan rakh.’
Islay yeh roop dharlela. Ekdum set na?”

Anisha ke tense shoulders clearly relax ho chuke the.

Aaji tray ko adjust karte hue kehti hai:
“Ghoomun pahije… pahije paahije. Ekda pahije bagh… tithun kon aalaay.”

Anisha apni nazar Aaji ke indicate kiye direction me karti hai — food counter.

Aur waha…

Rahat ek plate pakde, ek garma-garam chicken leg piece ko bada hi dedication ke saath kha rahi hoti hai.

Anisha ke muh se halka sa “ufff” type laugh nikal jata hai.
Door se Rahat bhi Anisha se aankh milati hai… aur dono hansi rok nahi pati.

Is pure moment me, un dono ka humour ek second ke liye saare tension ko dhundla deta hai.


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BUT… KABEER SIDE

Thoda door khada Kabeer yeh sab observe karta hai —
Anisha ek waitress se itni comfortably baat kar rahi hai… ise kya ho gaya or
Phir ye chicken corner dekh kar kyu hans rahi hai....

Uske chehre par confusion clearly likha hota hai:

“Yeh kya ho raha hai? Yeh log hain kaun?”

Kuch samajh nahi aa raha.
Kuch connect nahi ho raha.

Aur yahi confusion —
ab story me uske role ko aur crucial banane wala hai…