22-12-2025, 07:56 PM
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Update 29
Lawn ka corner jaha food counter laga tha — thodi der pehle tak jahan bheed thi, ab waha sirf halki lights aur barbeque ki khushboo reh gayi thi. Rahat ek side chicken leg piece ko puri shaanti aur dedication ke saath kha rahi thi, jaise duniya me aur koi tension ho hi na.
Anisha aur Aaji uski taraf badhte hain.
Rahat jaise hi unhe dekhti hai, mushkil se chicken ka bite nigalte hue bolti hai:
Rahat (muffled voice me):
“Aree… tumlog aagai? Kuch pata laga kya?”
Anisha uske haath me chicken leg ko dekh kar literally ek second rukti hai…
Rahat ke completely-food-focused expression ko notice karti hai…
Aur uske chehre pe ek light relaxation wali smile aa jati hai.
Anisha (soft, thoda tease tone me):
“Haan… shayad.”
Rahat chicken ko side me karta hai jaise finally yaad aaya ho ki wo mission pe bhi hai.
Isi waqt Kabeer un teenon ki taraf aata hai.
Uski aankhon me abhi bhi wahi confusion — aur curiosity — dono saath-saath.
Wo teenon ko ek saath dekh kar thoda awkwardly rukta hai,
jaise poochna chahta ho ki “Tum log yaha kya kar rahe ho, aur kaun ho?”
par keh nahi pata.
Aaji apni tray ko seedha karte hue Kabeer ko ek upar se neeche tak inspect karti hai,
jaise silently bol rahi ho:
“Yeh kon navra aayla re?”
Lekin iss pal ka core —
Anisha ka woh “haan shayad” —
Rahat ko samajh aa chuka tha:
Party hall ke andar music thoda slow tha, light elegant, aur crowd ab celebrity–centric zone me shift ho chuka tha. Iss sab ke beech Avantika ek corner me apni media team ke do logon ke saath खड़ी थी — ek haath me drink ka glass, dusre me mobile, aur chehre par clearly irritation.
Uska mood abhi bhi Rathod ke cheap whisper ke baad bigda hua tha.
She was angry… insulted… aur upar se sabko normal behave bhi karna tha.
Wahi waqt — crowd ko halka side karte hue —
Anisha aur Rahat uski taraf chal kar aati hain.
Avantika un dono ko dekhti hai.
Ek unfamiliar si curiosity uski aankhon me:
Aankhen halki si narrow…
Glass slow swipe ke sath upar uthta…
Expression exactly yeh keh raha tha—
“Tum dono… kaun?”
Anisha aur Rahat ek pal ke liye ek dusre ko dekh kar halki si smile share karti hain.
No introduction, no words…
Bas ek confident, composed si smile —
jaise keh rahi ho:
“Hum us category me aate hain jinke bare me tum jaanti nahi ho…
par soon you will.”
Scene yahin freeze hota hai —
teen ladkiyan, ek tense atmosphere,
aur ek silent aankhon ki conversation
Avantika ka glass abhi bhi uske haath me tha, par uska focus poora Anisha aur Rahat par shift ho chuka tha.
Rahat ek step aage badhti hai.
Apne clutch se quietly ek slim black-lanyard ID nikalti hai —
ID bilkul professional, government-grade seal jaisa look…
Aur woh sirf ek second ke liye Avantika ko dikhati hai.
Avantika ki aankhon me shock ka halka jhatka.
Expression bas ek pal ke liye freeze hota hai.
Phir Rahat aur bhi paas jhuk kar,
bilkul uske kaan ke kareeb,
slow… steady… confidential tone me kuch bolti hai.
Avantika ka face pal bhar me hi serious ho jata hai.
Uski aankhon ka attitude dissolve…
aur uski jagah ek sharp professional acknowledgement aa jati hai.
Woh seedhe Rahat ki aankhon me dekhti hai…
Aur silently sir haan me hilati hai.
Next moment —
Rahat apna haath extend karti hai.
Avantika ek composed handshake karti hai.
Phir Anisha bhi apna hand forward karti hai —
Avantika uska bhi handshake karti hai,
is baar ek respectful nod ke saath.
Jaise hi handshake end hota hai—
DHAMMMM!
Speakers me heavy drum beat girti hai.
Pura hall ekdum se light-flashes me blink karta hai.
DJ track shift —
party ka entire vibe high-energy mode me convert ho jata hai.
Lasers, bass, drumline…
Crowd ki body ek saath move hone lagti hai.
Aur is beat ke beech —
Rahat aur Anisha silently Avantika se door nikal jaati hain,
jaise koi mission silently green-lit ho chuka ho.
Lawn ke andar jo VIP corridor tha, waha lights thodi dim aur golden hue me glow kar rahi thi.
Camera smoothly zoom in karta hai —
straight on Shefali, Rathod, Mr. Chung, aur Chung ke 3 elite staff jo black suits me khade the, apne tablets me notes check karte huye.
Shefali apne signature grace ke saath un sab ke beech khadi thi —
golden gown ki shine spotlight me aur bhi intense lag rahi thi.
Uske aas paas professional perfume ka ek noticeable aura…
Pure frame me woh hi highlight thi.
Chung ek polite smile ke saath glass raise karta hai
aur bolta hai,
“Ms. Shefali, your presence made this party more vibing.”
Uske staff bhi halka sa bow karte hain, jaise Shefali kisi royal celebrity ho.
Rathod, jo abhi tak Shefali ko side-eye se admire kar raha tha,
hans kar bolta hai,
“Yes, Chung… she’s India’s number one actress right now.
She’s in demand, she has glamour…
and we are very glad that she came here for us.”
Shefali politely smile karti hai,
cheeks par soft glow…
but Rathod ki nazar us smile se zyada Uski skin aur curves par hoti hai.
Next moment —
Rathod thoda sa lean karta hai,
itna close ki camera ko bhi angle shift karna padta hai.
Woh apni voice drop karke
Shefali ke bilkul kaan ke paas bolta hai:
“Budha tharak par chadh raha hai…
aap yaha se kahi aur hoke aaiye.”
Shefali ka expression ek second ke liye blank…
phir woh subtle sa forced smile deti hai —
wo smile jisme professionalism bhi tha
aur irritation bhi.
Woh seedhe hoti hai,
apne perfectly defined collarbone ko adjust karti hai
aur Chung ki taraf courteously bolti hai,
“Excuse me.”
Chung politely nod karta hai.
Chung ke staff instantly side ho jaate hain
jaise unhe pata ho Shefali ki har movement VIP protocol hai.
Shefali slow steps me corridor se nikal jaati hai —
gown ka golden fabric peeche trail hota hua,
cameras uske peeche slowly pan karte hue.
Rathod uske jaane ko dekhta hai
ek smug aur thoda lust-filled expression ke saath,
Party ka central dance-floor bright purple aur blue lights me pulse kar raha tha.
Music loud tha, crowd wild…
aur usi bheed me Vicky apne group ke beech superstar jaise khada tha.
Anisha aur Rahat thoda distance maintain karke uske kareeb aa jaati hain—
itna paas ki uski har harkat clearly dekh sake,
itna door ki koi unhe notice na kare.
Rahat ke haath me ek mocktail ka glass tha,
Anisha pretend kar rahi thi ki woh bas ambience enjoy kar rahi ho…
lekin dono ki eyes sirf Vicky par.
Dusri taraf,
Kabeer ek pillar ke sahare khada tha—
ekदम focused.
Uski nazar ek second ke liye bhi Vicky se nahi hat rahi thi.
Vicky apne hardcore party gang ke saath ghera hua tha—
models, dancers, PR girls, party influencers…
sab uske aas paas dance kar rahe the,
drink pour kar rahe the,
aur Vicky har second ka maza le raha tha.
Tabhi Vicky ek cigaret halka sa tilt karta hai
aur apne dosto ki taraf dekhkar zyada loud tone me bolta hai:
“Bolo saalon… kiski loge aaj raat?
Jispe ungli rakho…
wo tumhare niche.”
Uska pura group ek vulgar si hansi me phat padta hai.
Glasses clash hote hain,
aur ek dost—Rohit—dance floor ki taraf ungli karke bolta hai:
“Bhai… woh wali.”
Camera pan hota hai—
ek dancer, red shimmer outfit me, sharp movements ke saath perform kar rahi thi.
Uska dance bold tha, confidence next level.
Vicky ek dangerous smirk deta hai
aur us dancer ko finger wave se bulata hai.
Dancer music me hi ek sensual spin lekar Vicky ke kareeb aati hai
aur uske bilkul paas lean hoti hai.
Vicky uske kaan ke bilkul kareeb
slow voice me kuch bolta hai…
Awaaz nahi sunai deti,
sirf lips ke movement dikhte hain.
Dancer ek naughty, knowing smile deti hai…
jaise deal seal ho chuki ho.
Phir wo Vicky ke galle par softly ek kiss deti hai—
public me, bina sharm ke.
Uske baad woh table se ek expensive drink bottle uthaati hai,
uski waist sway karti hui
VIP indoor corridor ki taraf chali jaati hai…
wahi part jaha side rooms iss waqt khaali the.
Vicky usse jaate hue dekh kar ek victorious expression deta hai
jaise “done… next.”
Anisha aur Rahat door se ye sab sequence
silent observation me note kar rahi theen.
Rahat ki aankhon me shock ka halka sa shadow…
Anisha ke chehre par tension.
Party ka bass-heavy music aur neon lights ekdum wild ho chuke the…
Vicky ab full vibe mode me tha.
Uske dosto ne use itni drinks pila di thi ki
ab uski aankhon me halka sa nasha clearly dikh raha tha.
Vicky har dusre minute ek new glass uthata,
aur uske dost chedte hue bolte—
“Chal bhai, bottoms up!”
Tabhi uske peeche se ek aawaz aati hai—
thodi heavy, thodi chipchipi:
“Hey Vicky, my boy… kaisa hai yaar!”
Vicky palat kar dekhta hai
aur uske dosto ke chehre par smirk aa jata hai.
Khanna.
Wahi Khanna…
jisne uss ladki ko casting couch me phasane ki koshish ki thi.
Anisha ka dil ek second ko jump karta hai—
uska face turant neeche chal jata hai,
baal uske cheeks pe gir jate hain
taaki Khanna usse pehchaan na le.
Rahat bhi instantly alert ho jaati hai.
Khanna aate hi Vicky ko zor se gale lagata hai:
“I’m fine uncle… aap kaise ho?”
Vicky thoda awkward sa smile deta hai.
Vicky hansi ke saath bolta hai,
“Chalo jaise bhi ho… aaj kya khyaal hai? Ho jaaye ek round?
Important maal hai… aisa kabhi nahi pela hoga apne"
Khanna ki aankhon me ek gandi si lustful shine aa jati hai.
Vicky apni drink ghoomata hua smirk deta hai,
lekin Khanna turant panic mode me:
“Nahi nahi beta… abhi nahi.
Meghna yaha hi kahin hogi.
Agar beech me bula liya to saara maza—
you know na…”
Meghna.
Khanna ki beti.
Uska naam sunte hi Vicky ke chehre ka expression badal jata hai—
ek second ko excitement…
phir woh khud ko force kar ke calm rakhta hai.
Vicky glass ko halka sa tilt karta hai:
“Are uncle… kuch nahi hoga.
Aadha ghanta… bas.”
Phir Vicky dance floor me ek aur ladki ki taraf ishara karta hai—
red slit gown me ek bold dancer.
Wo dancer slow walk me aati hai,
Vicky ke kaan me lean karke ke exactly boli baate imitate karti hai,
aur phir Khanna ka haath pakad leti hai.
Khanna hichkichata hai:
“Arre nahi beta… nahi yaar… Meghna—”
Lekin dancer uska haath zor se kheech kar
VIP rooms corridor ki taraf le jaati hai.
Security unke liye rasta clear kar deti hai.
Khanna bas peeche mud kar helpless nazar se Vicky ko dekhta rehta hai—
lekin dancer use andar le hi jaati hai.
Khanna ke gayab hote hi
Vicky ek aur drink ka glass ek hi sip me finish kar deta hai.
Phir ek deep exhale…
Aur uski zubaan se low voice me nikalta hai:
“Meghnaaaa…”
Scene Continue — Club, Loud Music, Flashing Lights
Vicky apna glass zooor se wahi patak deta hai — CLINK!
Anisha aur Rahat dono ek dusre ko dekhti hain.
Rahat: "Samajhne me kuch hi pal lagenge… chal, Vicky ke पीछे!"
Anisha turant Kabir ko aankhon se ishara karti hai — “Follow us.”
Kabir hawa me halka सा sir hila deta hai aur teenon bheed me ghul-mil kar Vicky ka pichha karte hain.
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CUT TO – Dance Floor Side
Door se ek girls group nazar aata hai— neon lights me jagmagata hua…
Waha sab ladkiyan party anthem par jump kar rahi hain, selfies, reels, laughter…
Unhi ke beech — 22-23 saal ki ek khoobsurat ladki,
Black one-piece skirt,
Silver choker,
Wrist par elegant bracelet,
Perfect winged eyeliner,
Confidence se bhari body language…
Ye thi: MEGHNA KHANNA — Mr. Khanna ki beti.
Meghna beat ke flow me khoob dance kar rahi hai, spotlight uske upar pad rahi hai.
Lights ka colour pink se blue switch hota hai — uska charm aur bhi intense lag raha hai.
Tabhi… peeche se thoda ladkhadate hue Vicky aata hai.
Girls group hooting karta hai—
“Oyyyyy hero! Come onnn!”
Vicky unke izhaar ka maza leta hai.
Meghna usse pehle se jaanti hai — toh usko dekhte hi smile kar deti hai.
Vicky dance floor me ghuskar Meghna ke saath beat pick kar leta hai.
Meghna comfort se uske kareeb aa jati hai — dono ke motions synced.
Vicky uske ear ke paas jaake kuch bolta hai — Meghna sirf smirk karti hai aur dance continue.
---
CUT TO – Crowd ke beech Anisha & Rahat
Dono Vicky ko dhundhte hue crowd me zig-zag kar rahi hoti hain.
Tabhi Rahat ka phone vibrate karta hai.
Screen par naam chamakta hai — ARTI CALLING…
Rahat ek pal ko rukti hai, phir Anisha ko haath se signal karti hai — “Wait.”
Woh loud music se thoda door jaati hai, corner me jaakar call receive karti hai.
Rahat (low tone): “Haan Arti… bol…”
Camera Anisha par — uske chehre par concern + curiosity.
Woh dur se Rahat ke facial expressions decode karne ki puri koshish karti hai.
But…
Suddenly… Rahat ki aankhon me ek spark aata hai.
Ek idea.
Ek twist.
Ek devil smile.
Rahat turant Arti se kehti hai—
“Arti… thodi der baad call karti hoon. Bahut zaruri kaam mil gaya.”
Aur bina explanation diye call cut kar deti hai.
Rahat party light me wapas aati hai —
Face par full-on mischievous grin.
Anisha (suspicious): “Kya hua? Kaun thi?”
Rahat Anisha ke kandhe par haath rakhti hai…
Rahat (devil smile, hushed tone):
“Anisha… game abhi interesting hone wala hai.”
Drum beat suddenly drops heavy.
Party music switch hota hai.
Lights ka tempo double ho jata hai.
Scene freeze…
Camera Vicky + Meghna par zoom-in…
BEHEN_CODE — Mission Vicky: LEVEL UP.
Lawn ka corner jaha food counter laga tha — thodi der pehle tak jahan bheed thi, ab waha sirf halki lights aur barbeque ki khushboo reh gayi thi. Rahat ek side chicken leg piece ko puri shaanti aur dedication ke saath kha rahi thi, jaise duniya me aur koi tension ho hi na.
Anisha aur Aaji uski taraf badhte hain.
Rahat jaise hi unhe dekhti hai, mushkil se chicken ka bite nigalte hue bolti hai:
Rahat (muffled voice me):
“Aree… tumlog aagai? Kuch pata laga kya?”
Anisha uske haath me chicken leg ko dekh kar literally ek second rukti hai…
Rahat ke completely-food-focused expression ko notice karti hai…
Aur uske chehre pe ek light relaxation wali smile aa jati hai.
Anisha (soft, thoda tease tone me):
“Haan… shayad.”
Rahat chicken ko side me karta hai jaise finally yaad aaya ho ki wo mission pe bhi hai.
Isi waqt Kabeer un teenon ki taraf aata hai.
Uski aankhon me abhi bhi wahi confusion — aur curiosity — dono saath-saath.
Wo teenon ko ek saath dekh kar thoda awkwardly rukta hai,
jaise poochna chahta ho ki “Tum log yaha kya kar rahe ho, aur kaun ho?”
par keh nahi pata.
Aaji apni tray ko seedha karte hue Kabeer ko ek upar se neeche tak inspect karti hai,
jaise silently bol rahi ho:
“Yeh kon navra aayla re?”
Lekin iss pal ka core —
Anisha ka woh “haan shayad” —
Rahat ko samajh aa chuka tha:
Party hall ke andar music thoda slow tha, light elegant, aur crowd ab celebrity–centric zone me shift ho chuka tha. Iss sab ke beech Avantika ek corner me apni media team ke do logon ke saath खड़ी थी — ek haath me drink ka glass, dusre me mobile, aur chehre par clearly irritation.
Uska mood abhi bhi Rathod ke cheap whisper ke baad bigda hua tha.
She was angry… insulted… aur upar se sabko normal behave bhi karna tha.
Wahi waqt — crowd ko halka side karte hue —
Anisha aur Rahat uski taraf chal kar aati hain.
Avantika un dono ko dekhti hai.
Ek unfamiliar si curiosity uski aankhon me:
Aankhen halki si narrow…
Glass slow swipe ke sath upar uthta…
Expression exactly yeh keh raha tha—
“Tum dono… kaun?”
Anisha aur Rahat ek pal ke liye ek dusre ko dekh kar halki si smile share karti hain.
No introduction, no words…
Bas ek confident, composed si smile —
jaise keh rahi ho:
“Hum us category me aate hain jinke bare me tum jaanti nahi ho…
par soon you will.”
Scene yahin freeze hota hai —
teen ladkiyan, ek tense atmosphere,
aur ek silent aankhon ki conversation
Avantika ka glass abhi bhi uske haath me tha, par uska focus poora Anisha aur Rahat par shift ho chuka tha.
Rahat ek step aage badhti hai.
Apne clutch se quietly ek slim black-lanyard ID nikalti hai —
ID bilkul professional, government-grade seal jaisa look…
Aur woh sirf ek second ke liye Avantika ko dikhati hai.
Avantika ki aankhon me shock ka halka jhatka.
Expression bas ek pal ke liye freeze hota hai.
Phir Rahat aur bhi paas jhuk kar,
bilkul uske kaan ke kareeb,
slow… steady… confidential tone me kuch bolti hai.
Avantika ka face pal bhar me hi serious ho jata hai.
Uski aankhon ka attitude dissolve…
aur uski jagah ek sharp professional acknowledgement aa jati hai.
Woh seedhe Rahat ki aankhon me dekhti hai…
Aur silently sir haan me hilati hai.
Next moment —
Rahat apna haath extend karti hai.
Avantika ek composed handshake karti hai.
Phir Anisha bhi apna hand forward karti hai —
Avantika uska bhi handshake karti hai,
is baar ek respectful nod ke saath.
Jaise hi handshake end hota hai—
DHAMMMM!
Speakers me heavy drum beat girti hai.
Pura hall ekdum se light-flashes me blink karta hai.
DJ track shift —
party ka entire vibe high-energy mode me convert ho jata hai.
Lasers, bass, drumline…
Crowd ki body ek saath move hone lagti hai.
Aur is beat ke beech —
Rahat aur Anisha silently Avantika se door nikal jaati hain,
jaise koi mission silently green-lit ho chuka ho.
Lawn ke andar jo VIP corridor tha, waha lights thodi dim aur golden hue me glow kar rahi thi.
Camera smoothly zoom in karta hai —
straight on Shefali, Rathod, Mr. Chung, aur Chung ke 3 elite staff jo black suits me khade the, apne tablets me notes check karte huye.
Shefali apne signature grace ke saath un sab ke beech khadi thi —
golden gown ki shine spotlight me aur bhi intense lag rahi thi.
Uske aas paas professional perfume ka ek noticeable aura…
Pure frame me woh hi highlight thi.
Chung ek polite smile ke saath glass raise karta hai
aur bolta hai,
“Ms. Shefali, your presence made this party more vibing.”
Uske staff bhi halka sa bow karte hain, jaise Shefali kisi royal celebrity ho.
Rathod, jo abhi tak Shefali ko side-eye se admire kar raha tha,
hans kar bolta hai,
“Yes, Chung… she’s India’s number one actress right now.
She’s in demand, she has glamour…
and we are very glad that she came here for us.”
Shefali politely smile karti hai,
cheeks par soft glow…
but Rathod ki nazar us smile se zyada Uski skin aur curves par hoti hai.
Next moment —
Rathod thoda sa lean karta hai,
itna close ki camera ko bhi angle shift karna padta hai.
Woh apni voice drop karke
Shefali ke bilkul kaan ke paas bolta hai:
“Budha tharak par chadh raha hai…
aap yaha se kahi aur hoke aaiye.”
Shefali ka expression ek second ke liye blank…
phir woh subtle sa forced smile deti hai —
wo smile jisme professionalism bhi tha
aur irritation bhi.
Woh seedhe hoti hai,
apne perfectly defined collarbone ko adjust karti hai
aur Chung ki taraf courteously bolti hai,
“Excuse me.”
Chung politely nod karta hai.
Chung ke staff instantly side ho jaate hain
jaise unhe pata ho Shefali ki har movement VIP protocol hai.
Shefali slow steps me corridor se nikal jaati hai —
gown ka golden fabric peeche trail hota hua,
cameras uske peeche slowly pan karte hue.
Rathod uske jaane ko dekhta hai
ek smug aur thoda lust-filled expression ke saath,
Party ka central dance-floor bright purple aur blue lights me pulse kar raha tha.
Music loud tha, crowd wild…
aur usi bheed me Vicky apne group ke beech superstar jaise khada tha.
Anisha aur Rahat thoda distance maintain karke uske kareeb aa jaati hain—
itna paas ki uski har harkat clearly dekh sake,
itna door ki koi unhe notice na kare.
Rahat ke haath me ek mocktail ka glass tha,
Anisha pretend kar rahi thi ki woh bas ambience enjoy kar rahi ho…
lekin dono ki eyes sirf Vicky par.
Dusri taraf,
Kabeer ek pillar ke sahare khada tha—
ekदम focused.
Uski nazar ek second ke liye bhi Vicky se nahi hat rahi thi.
Vicky apne hardcore party gang ke saath ghera hua tha—
models, dancers, PR girls, party influencers…
sab uske aas paas dance kar rahe the,
drink pour kar rahe the,
aur Vicky har second ka maza le raha tha.
Tabhi Vicky ek cigaret halka sa tilt karta hai
aur apne dosto ki taraf dekhkar zyada loud tone me bolta hai:
“Bolo saalon… kiski loge aaj raat?
Jispe ungli rakho…
wo tumhare niche.”
Uska pura group ek vulgar si hansi me phat padta hai.
Glasses clash hote hain,
aur ek dost—Rohit—dance floor ki taraf ungli karke bolta hai:
“Bhai… woh wali.”
Camera pan hota hai—
ek dancer, red shimmer outfit me, sharp movements ke saath perform kar rahi thi.
Uska dance bold tha, confidence next level.
Vicky ek dangerous smirk deta hai
aur us dancer ko finger wave se bulata hai.
Dancer music me hi ek sensual spin lekar Vicky ke kareeb aati hai
aur uske bilkul paas lean hoti hai.
Vicky uske kaan ke bilkul kareeb
slow voice me kuch bolta hai…
Awaaz nahi sunai deti,
sirf lips ke movement dikhte hain.
Dancer ek naughty, knowing smile deti hai…
jaise deal seal ho chuki ho.
Phir wo Vicky ke galle par softly ek kiss deti hai—
public me, bina sharm ke.
Uske baad woh table se ek expensive drink bottle uthaati hai,
uski waist sway karti hui
VIP indoor corridor ki taraf chali jaati hai…
wahi part jaha side rooms iss waqt khaali the.
Vicky usse jaate hue dekh kar ek victorious expression deta hai
jaise “done… next.”
Anisha aur Rahat door se ye sab sequence
silent observation me note kar rahi theen.
Rahat ki aankhon me shock ka halka sa shadow…
Anisha ke chehre par tension.
Party ka bass-heavy music aur neon lights ekdum wild ho chuke the…
Vicky ab full vibe mode me tha.
Uske dosto ne use itni drinks pila di thi ki
ab uski aankhon me halka sa nasha clearly dikh raha tha.
Vicky har dusre minute ek new glass uthata,
aur uske dost chedte hue bolte—
“Chal bhai, bottoms up!”
Tabhi uske peeche se ek aawaz aati hai—
thodi heavy, thodi chipchipi:
“Hey Vicky, my boy… kaisa hai yaar!”
Vicky palat kar dekhta hai
aur uske dosto ke chehre par smirk aa jata hai.
Khanna.
Wahi Khanna…
jisne uss ladki ko casting couch me phasane ki koshish ki thi.
Anisha ka dil ek second ko jump karta hai—
uska face turant neeche chal jata hai,
baal uske cheeks pe gir jate hain
taaki Khanna usse pehchaan na le.
Rahat bhi instantly alert ho jaati hai.
Khanna aate hi Vicky ko zor se gale lagata hai:
“I’m fine uncle… aap kaise ho?”
Vicky thoda awkward sa smile deta hai.
Vicky hansi ke saath bolta hai,
“Chalo jaise bhi ho… aaj kya khyaal hai? Ho jaaye ek round?
Important maal hai… aisa kabhi nahi pela hoga apne"
Khanna ki aankhon me ek gandi si lustful shine aa jati hai.
Vicky apni drink ghoomata hua smirk deta hai,
lekin Khanna turant panic mode me:
“Nahi nahi beta… abhi nahi.
Meghna yaha hi kahin hogi.
Agar beech me bula liya to saara maza—
you know na…”
Meghna.
Khanna ki beti.
Uska naam sunte hi Vicky ke chehre ka expression badal jata hai—
ek second ko excitement…
phir woh khud ko force kar ke calm rakhta hai.
Vicky glass ko halka sa tilt karta hai:
“Are uncle… kuch nahi hoga.
Aadha ghanta… bas.”
Phir Vicky dance floor me ek aur ladki ki taraf ishara karta hai—
red slit gown me ek bold dancer.
Wo dancer slow walk me aati hai,
Vicky ke kaan me lean karke ke exactly boli baate imitate karti hai,
aur phir Khanna ka haath pakad leti hai.
Khanna hichkichata hai:
“Arre nahi beta… nahi yaar… Meghna—”
Lekin dancer uska haath zor se kheech kar
VIP rooms corridor ki taraf le jaati hai.
Security unke liye rasta clear kar deti hai.
Khanna bas peeche mud kar helpless nazar se Vicky ko dekhta rehta hai—
lekin dancer use andar le hi jaati hai.
Khanna ke gayab hote hi
Vicky ek aur drink ka glass ek hi sip me finish kar deta hai.
Phir ek deep exhale…
Aur uski zubaan se low voice me nikalta hai:
“Meghnaaaa…”
Scene Continue — Club, Loud Music, Flashing Lights
Vicky apna glass zooor se wahi patak deta hai — CLINK!
Anisha aur Rahat dono ek dusre ko dekhti hain.
Rahat: "Samajhne me kuch hi pal lagenge… chal, Vicky ke पीछे!"
Anisha turant Kabir ko aankhon se ishara karti hai — “Follow us.”
Kabir hawa me halka सा sir hila deta hai aur teenon bheed me ghul-mil kar Vicky ka pichha karte hain.
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CUT TO – Dance Floor Side
Door se ek girls group nazar aata hai— neon lights me jagmagata hua…
Waha sab ladkiyan party anthem par jump kar rahi hain, selfies, reels, laughter…
Unhi ke beech — 22-23 saal ki ek khoobsurat ladki,
Black one-piece skirt,
Silver choker,
Wrist par elegant bracelet,
Perfect winged eyeliner,
Confidence se bhari body language…
Ye thi: MEGHNA KHANNA — Mr. Khanna ki beti.
Meghna beat ke flow me khoob dance kar rahi hai, spotlight uske upar pad rahi hai.
Lights ka colour pink se blue switch hota hai — uska charm aur bhi intense lag raha hai.
Tabhi… peeche se thoda ladkhadate hue Vicky aata hai.
Girls group hooting karta hai—
“Oyyyyy hero! Come onnn!”
Vicky unke izhaar ka maza leta hai.
Meghna usse pehle se jaanti hai — toh usko dekhte hi smile kar deti hai.
Vicky dance floor me ghuskar Meghna ke saath beat pick kar leta hai.
Meghna comfort se uske kareeb aa jati hai — dono ke motions synced.
Vicky uske ear ke paas jaake kuch bolta hai — Meghna sirf smirk karti hai aur dance continue.
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CUT TO – Crowd ke beech Anisha & Rahat
Dono Vicky ko dhundhte hue crowd me zig-zag kar rahi hoti hain.
Tabhi Rahat ka phone vibrate karta hai.
Screen par naam chamakta hai — ARTI CALLING…
Rahat ek pal ko rukti hai, phir Anisha ko haath se signal karti hai — “Wait.”
Woh loud music se thoda door jaati hai, corner me jaakar call receive karti hai.
Rahat (low tone): “Haan Arti… bol…”
Camera Anisha par — uske chehre par concern + curiosity.
Woh dur se Rahat ke facial expressions decode karne ki puri koshish karti hai.
But…
Suddenly… Rahat ki aankhon me ek spark aata hai.
Ek idea.
Ek twist.
Ek devil smile.
Rahat turant Arti se kehti hai—
“Arti… thodi der baad call karti hoon. Bahut zaruri kaam mil gaya.”
Aur bina explanation diye call cut kar deti hai.
Rahat party light me wapas aati hai —
Face par full-on mischievous grin.
Anisha (suspicious): “Kya hua? Kaun thi?”
Rahat Anisha ke kandhe par haath rakhti hai…
Rahat (devil smile, hushed tone):
“Anisha… game abhi interesting hone wala hai.”
Drum beat suddenly drops heavy.
Party music switch hota hai.
Lights ka tempo double ho jata hai.
Scene freeze…
Camera Vicky + Meghna par zoom-in…
BEHEN_CODE — Mission Vicky: LEVEL UP.
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