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Update 30
Scene Continue — High Tension Build-Up
Rahat Anisha ke bilkul kareeb aati hai —
Music, lights, crowd… sab kuchh background me dheere dheere mute hota hua.
Rahat (serious, urgent):
“Anisha… tum Kabeer ke saath Vicky ke peeche jao.
Bas yaad rahe— Meghna ko kuch bhi nahi hona chahiye.”
Anisha zara tense ho kar poochti hai—
“Par tu karne kya wali hai?”
Rahat ek chalak, confident smirk ke saath kehti hai—
“Bas… main abhi aayi.”
Anisha kuch bol paaye, usse pehle hi Rahat lightning speed me bheed me ghul ke gaayab ho jaati hai.
Anisha (calling out): “Rahat! Rahat ruk—!”
But Rahat already vanish.
Usi waqt Kabeer Anisha ke paas aa jata hai.
Kabeer: “Tumhari dost kahan gayi?”
Anisha (controlled urgency): “Chalo. Time nahi hai.”
Aur dono Vicky ki direction me move karte hain.
---
CUT TO — Dance Floor ke paas
Anisha aur Kabeer bheed ko push karte hue dance area ke edge tak pahunchte hain.
Tabhi… unki nazar upar jaati hai.
Vicky ekdum kareeb se Meghna ko kandhe ka sahara dekar stairs ki taraf le ja raha hota hai.
Meghna ke footsteps unstable… aankhen heavy… clearly nashe me.
Anisha ek sec ke liye freeze ho jaati hai, phir Kabeer ki taraf dekhte hue—
Anisha: “Rahat sahi keh rahi thi…”
Dono ek dusre ko glance exchange karte hain — concern, confusion, fear.
Aur bina ek second waste kiye Vicky ke piche kadam badha dete hain, stairs ki taraf rush karte hue.
Anisha ke kaan me Rahat ki voice echo hoti hai—
“Meghna ko kuch hone nahi dena.”
Yeh line uske andar fire jala deti hai.
Woh literally sprint karne lagti hai, speed double.
Lekin tab tak…
Vicky Meghna ko lekar stairs chadh chuka hota hai… upar ke dark corridor me.
---
CUT TO — Upper Floor, Dim Lights, Long Corridor
Kabeer aur Anisha upar pahuchte hi dekhte hain—
Vicky kahi dikhai nahi de raha.
Doors dono sides par line me…
Hallway quiet… sirf neeche se bass ka thump aa raha.
Dono ek ek karke rooms check karna shuru kar dete hain.
Same time… ek darwaza open hota hai.
Door corridor ke end se Vicky ke 3 dost aate hain—
Laal aankhein, cheap grin, vulgar mood.
Anisha aur Kabeer unhe dekh kar apne steps slow kar lete hain…
Aur unki baatein sunne lagte hain.
Unme se ek ladka tharki hansi chhodkar kehta hai—
“Bhai yaar… Vicky ke toh aish hai!”
“Khanna ki woh hot beti… kya mast maal lag rahi hai yaar.”
Dusra has kar—
“Aur nasha bhi proper chadha hua hai usko… aaj Vicky full maza lene wala hai.”
Teesra, sabse zyada ganda muskurata hua—
“Aur subah tak use kuch yaad bhi nahi hoga… kitne dhakke khaye usne… hahaha… it’s gonna be fun tonight!”
Unki hansi corridor me echo hoti hai… disgusting, dirty.
Camera Anisha aur Kabeer ke chehre par zoom—
Shock. Rage. Concern. Fear. All at once.
Kabeer ke fists tighten.
Anisha ki aankhon me panic flash hota hai.
Dono ek dusre ko dekhte hain — ek silent agreement.
“Meghna danger me hai.”
---
Meanwhile… Downstairs
Rahat crowd me tezi se ghoom rahi hoti hai — kisi ko dhundhte hue.
Tabhi uska shoulder kisi se takraata hai —
Aaji.
Aaji: “Arre beta, tum log abhi gaye nahi?”
Rahat apni tezz saanso ko control karti hai.
Rahat: “Aaji… Avantika dikhi kahin?”
Aaji: “Kaun Avantika? Hua kya? Pehle yeh bata—”
Rahat uska haath pakad leti hai—
Rahat: “Chaliye. Aapko sab batati hoon. Pehle usse dhundhna hai.”
Dono bheed me ghus kar Avantika ko search karna shuru karte hain.
---
Tension rising on both ends.
Mission about to explode.
Scene Continue — Tension Max, Stakes Highest
UPSTAIRS — DARK CORRIDOR | CLOSE TO THE FINAL ROOM
Anisha aur Kabeer corridor ke end tak aate hain.
Lights dull… music neeche se echo… hawa me ek uneasy silence.
Anisha (slow whisper): “Yahi hoga… last room.”
Kabeer darwaza pakad kar ek jhatke me kholne wala hota hai—
Kabeer (urgent, angry):
“Anisha move! Us ladki ke paas time nahi hai!”
Anisha (blocking him):
“Ruko! Bas… kuch seconds… Rahat bas aane wali hai.”
Kabeer: “Are you MAD? Vicky nashe me hai, Meghna nashe me hai, andar—”
Anisha (firm, controlled):
“I said WAIT!”
Kabeer frustration me apne baal pakad leta hai… lekin rukna padta hai.
---
CUT TO DOWNSTAIRS — CROWD, FLASHING LIGHTS, CHAOS
Rahat finally Avantika ko dekh leti hai.
Avantika apna bag utha chuki hoti hai. Eyes red, expression defeated.
Clearly — she’s done with this party.
Woh exit ki taraf chalti hai—
Rahat (catching her wrist): “Avantika! Ruko!”
Avantika (irritated):
“HEY! Kya kar rahi ho? Chhodo mera haath!”
Rahat use kheench kar ek kone me le jaati hai, urgency her face par clear.
Rahat:
“Please… sorry. But it’s an emergency!”
Avantika (fed up, almost crying):
“Mujhe ghar jaana hai, Rahat!
Aaj is party me mujhe bas zillat mili hai. Bas!”
Rahat:
“Please… we need your help.”
Avantika:
“NO. Kal office me aake milo.”
Woh palat kar chal padti hai.
Tabhi… Aaji ek bada sa emotional injection lagati hai—
Aaji:
“Ek ladki ki izzat ka sawal ho sakta hai…!”
Avantika ke steps slow.
Rahat softly, but deadly serious—
Rahat:
“Shayad tumhari zindagi ki sabse badi news bhi ho…”
Avantika ruk jaati hai.
Deep inhale.
Slowly palat kar Rahat ko dekhti hai.
Avantika: “Kya chal raha hai…?”
---
CUT TO UPSTAIRS — TENSE WAITING
Kabeer aur Anisha ke beech argument continues.
Kabeer:
“Main andar jaa raha hoon. Us ladki ko—”
Anisha: “Kabeer please! Just trust Rahat!”
Tabhi—
Anisha ka phone vibrate hota hai.
Screen par naam:
> RAHAT calling…
Anisha aur Kabeer ekdum freeze.
---
MONTAGE (HIGH BEAT MUSIC, DRUMS, BASE BUILD-UP)
Rahat jaldi jaldi sidhiya chadhte hue.
Avantika uske just peeche — heels tik-tik, angry but coming.
Last me Aaji — slow par determined look.
Neeche crowd me rave lights, DJ drop, dancers screaming.
Upar Anisha aur Kabeer tense wait me… backward glances… corridor silent… ek pal ek saal jaisa lag raha.
Montage abruptly cuts.
---
FINAL CUT — ALL 5 AT THE DOOR
Rahat aur Avantika daud kar aate hain, Aaji unke peeche.
Anisha ke chehre par hope ka spark.
Avantika (breathless, angry):
“Kaha hai wo sala bastard?”
Anisha silently darwaze ki taraf ishara karti hai.
Kabeer aage badhta hai —
Iss baar sidha kick maarne ke ready.
LEKIN…
CORRIDOR MEIN EK AUR DOOR OPEN HOTA HAI
Vicky ke kuch dost andar se nikalte hain —
Oh-so-proud, vulgar grin ke saath…
Apne baal theek karte hue… cheap satisfaction se bhare hue.
Dost 1:
“Sali ka chucha dekh… kitna tight hai!”
Dost 2:
“Aaj Vicky ise dhila kar dega… hahaha!”
Dost 3 (condom packet wave karte hue):
“Saale ne chocolate condom mangaya tha!
In ameeron ke shauk dekho… chudai me bhi flavour chahiye!”
Sab dost hansi hansi me corridor cross kar jate hain, seedhiya ki taraf.
Silence. Dead silence.
Anisha.
Aaji.
Kabeer.
Rahat.
Avantika.
Sabke faces par ek hi sawaal—
“Agar Vicky is room me hai...
to is wale room me KAUN tha?”
Camera slowly door ke upar wale faint red sign par zoom —
VIP Room – 7
Lights flicker.
Scene Continue — INT. VIP ROOM – NIGHT
Corridor me sab ke chehre freeze — shock, anger, disbelief ek saath.
Kabeer apne daaton ko bhich kar, fumes me—
Kabeer:
“Tum sabko jo karna hai karo…
main us ladki ko bachane ja raha hoon.
Ab nahi ruk sakta!”
Wo seedha daud padta hai VIP Room – 7 ki taraf.
Anisha, Rahat aur Aaji turant uske piche sprint karte hain.
Avantika ek pal ke liye ruk kar peeche wale room ki taraf dekhti hai…
Uski aankhon me ek suspicion… fear… aur ek journalist ka instinct.
Phir wo mud kar baaki sabke sath daudti hai.
---
AT THE DOOR
Kabeer full speed me door ke paas pohonchta hai.
Kick maarne ko ready hota hi hai—
Avantika apne purse se mini handicam nikal leti hai.
Compact, professional, always loaded.
Avantika (under her breath):
“Let’s end this bastard tonight.”
THUD!!!
Kabeer ka kick darwaze ko ek jhatke me tod deta hai.
Wood crack… hinges break… door andar gir jata hai.
Sab ek hi moment me andar storm karte hain—
---
INSIDE THE ROOM
Dim warm lights… bed ka white sheet crumpled…
Table par empty glasses… condoms… tissues…
Air me cheap body spray + alcohol ki smell.
Aur beech me—
VICKY.
Upper body completely nude.
Pants half open.
Sweaty.
Stunned expression.
Bed par — Meghna Khanna, behosh.
Eyes rolled.
Strap slip ho chuka.
Dress half torn.
Bilkul hosh me nahi.
Vicky Meghna ke bilkul paas letkar kuch karne hi wala hota hai
ki door tootne ki awaaz se ekdum jump maar kar baith jata hai.
Vicky:
“What the f— WHO THE HELL ARE—”
Uski awaaz freeze ho jaati hai jab woh sab ko dekhta hai.
---
THE GIRLS & KABEER BURST INSIDE
Anisha fastest reaction deti hai — bed ki taraf daudti hai.
Rahat turant uske sath.
Dono Meghna ko utha kar cover karti hain ek big blanket se,
jise corner me fall gaya tha.
Aaji Meghna ka sir pakad kar check karti hai—
Aaji:
“Pulse theek hai… behosh hai…”
Kabeer aage badh kar Vicky ke saamne khada ho jata hai,
fists tight… anger boiling.
---
AVANTIKA — THE PREDATOR MODE
Avantika seedha camera Vicky ke face par zoom karti hai.
Avantika (recording, cold anger):
“Presenting…
Rathod Empire ka laadle beta —
VICKY RATHOD.
Live caught attempting assault on an unconscious girl.
Mr. Vicky… kuch kehna chahoge?”
Vicky haath se camera ko block karta hai—
face chhupane ki desperate koshish.
Vicky (shouting):
“BAND KAR YEH CAMERA MADERCHOD
YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHO I AM!
I’LL DESTROY—” BEHEN KE LODO SALE... RANDI KE BACHO
Avantika:
“Oh I know exactly who you are.
Aur aaj duniya bhi jaan jayegi.
Ki haramzada koun hai
---
VICKY LOSING CONTROL
Vicky blanket me covered Meghna ko dekh kar
ek second ke liye panic me aa jata hai.
Vicky:
“YEH SAB GAIR-KANOONI HAI!
YOU ALL ARE TRESPASSING!
Main case kar dunga—”
Avantika zoom in aur kareeb jaati hai—
Avantika:
“Case?
it's better to get some tips from your father...
Vicky ka gussa ab desperation me badalne lagta hai.
Vicky:
“CHUP KAR RANDI SALI
CAMERA BAND KAR BEHENCHOD
Main kuch nahi kar raha tha!
Yeh ladki… yeh toh—”
Kabeer (explodes):
“BAS! EK SHABD AUR BOLA TO MUH TOD DUNGA!”
Kabeer ek step aage badhta hai.
Vicky peeche hat kar apna muh phir se chhupata hai.
---
THE PICTURE NOW
• Meghna unconscious & covered.
• Anisha aur Rahat uska pulse check kar rahi.
• Aaji water dab ke uske mouth pe chhidak rahi.
• Kabeer Vicky ko corner kar raha.
• Avantika continuous record mode me — voice steady, cold, lethal.
Aur Vicky…
poora ka poora trapped.
Scene Continue — Cinematic, Tense, Fast-Paced
Kabeer ke punch ke baad Vicky ek second ke liye hil jata hai…
Kabeer dobara uske collar pakadkar khinchta hai—
Kabeer: “Tu samajhta kya hai Meghana ko… haan?!”
Vicky uska haath jhatak deta hai, ek zor ka shove deta hai aur dono ke beech hathapai shuru ho jaati hai.
Table girti hai, ek glass toot kar floor par bikhar jaata hai. Background music ek dum ruk gaya hai — sirf unke girne, takraane ki awaazein.
Vicky desperation me Kabeer ko shoulder se push karta hai, phir ek sharp move me duck karta hai,
Uski body language clear thi — bhagna hai.
Kabeer uske peeche daudta hai lekin Vicky corner se deewar ke sahare se bach nikalta hai or sidiyon ki taraf bhaag jaata hai. Vicky neeche utar kar bheed me gaayab.
Kabeer gusse me haath jod kaar aawaaz deta hai:
“Rahattt! Woh bhaag gaya!”
CUT TO — RAHAT
Jo ek dum active mode me aa chuki thi — aankhon me sharp focus, voice steady but commanding.
Rahat: “Sab log attention please!
Vicky yaha se bhaag gaya hai… lekin woh apni security lekar wapas yahi aayega.
Humaare paas zyada waqt nahi hai.
Abhi.
Jaldi karo. Yaha se niklo!”
Sab log sirf ek second uski awaaz ki authority ko feel karte hain… phir turant movement.
Avantika apne bag me camera slip karti hai, hands thode shaky but mind sharp.
Phir woh apne phone se room ki kuch quick photos capture karti hai — door, dress, broken glass, spiked drink wale corner — sab evidence.
Sab group corridor ki taraf badhne lagte hain.
Kabeer Meghana ko apni baahon me gently utha leta hai — uska chehra stress se bhara hua, aankhon me guilt + fear.
Room se nikalte waqt sab Room No.5 ke paas se guzarte hain — wahi room jahan pehle wo sab khade the.
Avantika ek pal ke liye ruk jaati hai.
Door ko dekhti hai… jaise kuch feel ho raha ho…
Avantika (andar se):
“Yaha… yaha koi aur baat hai. Kuch alag masla, waise bhi yeh ameerzado ka bunglow hai... Yaha kai raaz chhupe hai"
Par waqt nahi tha.
Rahat peeche mud kar halki si awaaz me bolti hai:
Rahat: “Avantika… chalo!”
Aur Avantika pal bhar me soch ko side me rakh kar unke saath kadam mila deti hai.
Staircase tak aate hi Kabeer Meghana ko dheere se ground par utarta hai.
Ab Anisha aur Rahat Meghana ko dono side se pakad kar neeche utar rahi hain — Meghana abhi bhi behosh, head loosely leaning on Rahat’s shoulder.
Neeche utarte hi bheed unhe naturally cover kar leti hai.
Sab log alag-alag direction me thode distance se nikal jaate hain — taaki group attention me na aaye.
CUT TO — 5 minutes later
Club ke entrance par Vicky 10–12 security guards ke saath jaldi-jaldi aata hai.
Uska chehra gusse se laal.
Vicky: “Sidhiyaan! Upar! Room No.7!”
Saare guards uske saath dham dham karti bhaari steps me sidhiyaan chadhte hain.
Camera slow motion me Vicky ke chehre par zoom—
Usse bilkul nahi pata ke uska shikar…
Uski plan…
Aur pure operation ka flow…
Sab uske aankhon ke samne se nikal chuka hai.
Scene Continue — Dark, Intense, Cinematic
---
INT. ROOM NO. 7 — SAME TIME
Vicky full speed me room ka darwaza dhakka maar kar kholta hai—
Room…
Khaali.
Ek pin-drop silence.
Uski saanse tez. Chehra gusse se laal.
Wo aage badhkar floor pe broken glass ko dekhta hai… phir bed… phir window.
Vicky:
“Koi… bhi… nahi?”
Ek second ka silence—
Aur phir explosion.
Vicky dono haath se apne baal pakad kar cheekhta hai—
Vicky:
“HATTTT BEHENCHOOODDD!!!
Ab Dad meri gand tod denge… hatttt… saale!!!”
Wo ek chair uthata hai—
Aur POOOOM! deewar par de maarता hai.
Chair ke tukde floor par girte hain.
Security wale dare hue khade hain.
Vicky un par growl karta hai—
Vicky:
“Wapas dhoondo! Sabko dhoondo! MEGHANA MILNI CHAHIYE MUJHE!!”
Cut.
---
CUT TO — DOWNSTAIRS, MAIN FLOOR
Bheed zyada thi. Loud music, lights, smoke.
Rahat aur Anisha Meghana ko beech me sambhalte hue ek crowded, safe zone me le aate hain.
Uski friends abhi bhi dance area ke corner me chill kar rahi thi.
Freinds palat kar Meghana ko dekhti hai—
Shock.
Saheli
“Arre… yeh kya hua ise?! Yeh theek toh hai na?”
Rahat halka sa fake smile karti hai—
Rahat:
“Kuch nahi…
Bas siddhiyon ke paas bethi thi.
Shayad thodi zyada pi li isne.”
Meghana ki 2 friends ek dum relax ho jaati hain.
Tab Anisha softly but firmly kehti hai—
Anisha
“Please… tum log ise ghar drop kar dena, okay?”
Riya instantly haan me sar hilati hai.
Freind
“Haan haan… ab hum log bhi nikal rahe hain. Kaafi ho gayi party.”
Wo Meghana ko shoulder se pakadti hain aur teenon usse lekar club exit ki taraf chal deti hain.
Door se Kabeer aur Aaji yeh sab dekh rahe the.
Aaji thodi sideways himmat jodti hai aur Kabeer se puchti:
Aaji:
“Tu… Anisha ka boyfriend hai kya?”
Kabeer ek dum freeze.
Phir halka sa smile… phir sharmaana.
Kabeer:
“Uh… woh… main… hum…”
Aaji irritate hokar aankhen ghumati hai—
Aaji:
“Arre Hatt sala...
Tabhi Anisha aur Rahat unke paas aa jaati hain.
Anisha urgency me—
Anisha:
“Chalo. Yaha se jaldi nikalna hoga.”
Rahat:
“Lekin Avantika—”
Kabeer turant bolta hai—
Kabeer:
“Maine usse dekha था. Car se nikal rahi thi. Safe lag रही थी.”
Rahat ek baar sar hilati hai.
Sab exit ki तरफ badhne lagte hain.
Lekin Anisha ekदम ruk jaati hai.
Rahat turant puchti:
Rahat:
“Kya hua? Kya socha?”
Anisha ki awaaz low… controlled…
Anisha:
“Ek kaam…
abhi bhi baaki hai.”
Aur bina kuch aur bole—
Wo bhid ke beech wapas ghus jaati hai.
Baaki sab uske piche-piche.
---
INT. PARTY FLOOR — VIP ZONE KE AS-PASS
Yaha wahi jagah jahan Vicky aur uska gang kuch der pehle party kar raha tha.
Anisha rukti hai.
Rahat thodi panic me—
Rahat:
“Anisha chal! Yahaan kyun aayi?
Vicky kabhi bhi laut sakta hai!”
Anisha sidhe aankhon me dekhti hai—
Serious. Steady. No fear.
Rahat samajh jaati hai—
She has a reason.
Tabhi VIP zone ka curtain side hota hai…
Aur KHANNA (Meghana ka father) bahar aata hai.
Pasina…
Kapde messy…
Baal bikhar gaye…
Chehra flushed…
Sab samajh jaate hain—
Khanna bhi Vicky ke plan ka ek hissa tha.
Wo pass se nikalte hue Anisha or Aaji ko dekhta hai…
Phir rukta hai…
Palat kar dobara dekhta hai.
Khanna:
“Tum?
Tum yaha… kya kar rahi ho?”
Anisha ekdum seedhi khadi hoti hai—
Her voice calm… but sharp.
Anisha:
“Sir…
Us din bhi humne aapko warn kiya tha.
Lekin aapne nahi suni.”
Khanna ka gala sukhne lagta hai.
Anisha:
“Ab ghar jaiye…
Aur apni beti ko sambhaliye.”
“Beti” shabd sunkar Khanna ka chehra ek moment me safed ho jaata hai.
Khanna:
“Me-Meghana ko…
kya hua? Batao mujhe—”
Sab ek silent, deadly serious look dete hain.
Aur bina kuch bole—
Party se nikal jaate hain.
Khanna unhe peeche se awaaz deta rehta hai—
“Ruko! Batana toh…!”
But no one looks back.
CUT.
Scene Continue — High Tension Build-Up
Rahat Anisha ke bilkul kareeb aati hai —
Music, lights, crowd… sab kuchh background me dheere dheere mute hota hua.
Rahat (serious, urgent):
“Anisha… tum Kabeer ke saath Vicky ke peeche jao.
Bas yaad rahe— Meghna ko kuch bhi nahi hona chahiye.”
Anisha zara tense ho kar poochti hai—
“Par tu karne kya wali hai?”
Rahat ek chalak, confident smirk ke saath kehti hai—
“Bas… main abhi aayi.”
Anisha kuch bol paaye, usse pehle hi Rahat lightning speed me bheed me ghul ke gaayab ho jaati hai.
Anisha (calling out): “Rahat! Rahat ruk—!”
But Rahat already vanish.
Usi waqt Kabeer Anisha ke paas aa jata hai.
Kabeer: “Tumhari dost kahan gayi?”
Anisha (controlled urgency): “Chalo. Time nahi hai.”
Aur dono Vicky ki direction me move karte hain.
---
CUT TO — Dance Floor ke paas
Anisha aur Kabeer bheed ko push karte hue dance area ke edge tak pahunchte hain.
Tabhi… unki nazar upar jaati hai.
Vicky ekdum kareeb se Meghna ko kandhe ka sahara dekar stairs ki taraf le ja raha hota hai.
Meghna ke footsteps unstable… aankhen heavy… clearly nashe me.
Anisha ek sec ke liye freeze ho jaati hai, phir Kabeer ki taraf dekhte hue—
Anisha: “Rahat sahi keh rahi thi…”
Dono ek dusre ko glance exchange karte hain — concern, confusion, fear.
Aur bina ek second waste kiye Vicky ke piche kadam badha dete hain, stairs ki taraf rush karte hue.
Anisha ke kaan me Rahat ki voice echo hoti hai—
“Meghna ko kuch hone nahi dena.”
Yeh line uske andar fire jala deti hai.
Woh literally sprint karne lagti hai, speed double.
Lekin tab tak…
Vicky Meghna ko lekar stairs chadh chuka hota hai… upar ke dark corridor me.
---
CUT TO — Upper Floor, Dim Lights, Long Corridor
Kabeer aur Anisha upar pahuchte hi dekhte hain—
Vicky kahi dikhai nahi de raha.
Doors dono sides par line me…
Hallway quiet… sirf neeche se bass ka thump aa raha.
Dono ek ek karke rooms check karna shuru kar dete hain.
Same time… ek darwaza open hota hai.
Door corridor ke end se Vicky ke 3 dost aate hain—
Laal aankhein, cheap grin, vulgar mood.
Anisha aur Kabeer unhe dekh kar apne steps slow kar lete hain…
Aur unki baatein sunne lagte hain.
Unme se ek ladka tharki hansi chhodkar kehta hai—
“Bhai yaar… Vicky ke toh aish hai!”
“Khanna ki woh hot beti… kya mast maal lag rahi hai yaar.”
Dusra has kar—
“Aur nasha bhi proper chadha hua hai usko… aaj Vicky full maza lene wala hai.”
Teesra, sabse zyada ganda muskurata hua—
“Aur subah tak use kuch yaad bhi nahi hoga… kitne dhakke khaye usne… hahaha… it’s gonna be fun tonight!”
Unki hansi corridor me echo hoti hai… disgusting, dirty.
Camera Anisha aur Kabeer ke chehre par zoom—
Shock. Rage. Concern. Fear. All at once.
Kabeer ke fists tighten.
Anisha ki aankhon me panic flash hota hai.
Dono ek dusre ko dekhte hain — ek silent agreement.
“Meghna danger me hai.”
---
Meanwhile… Downstairs
Rahat crowd me tezi se ghoom rahi hoti hai — kisi ko dhundhte hue.
Tabhi uska shoulder kisi se takraata hai —
Aaji.
Aaji: “Arre beta, tum log abhi gaye nahi?”
Rahat apni tezz saanso ko control karti hai.
Rahat: “Aaji… Avantika dikhi kahin?”
Aaji: “Kaun Avantika? Hua kya? Pehle yeh bata—”
Rahat uska haath pakad leti hai—
Rahat: “Chaliye. Aapko sab batati hoon. Pehle usse dhundhna hai.”
Dono bheed me ghus kar Avantika ko search karna shuru karte hain.
---
Tension rising on both ends.
Mission about to explode.
Scene Continue — Tension Max, Stakes Highest
UPSTAIRS — DARK CORRIDOR | CLOSE TO THE FINAL ROOM
Anisha aur Kabeer corridor ke end tak aate hain.
Lights dull… music neeche se echo… hawa me ek uneasy silence.
Anisha (slow whisper): “Yahi hoga… last room.”
Kabeer darwaza pakad kar ek jhatke me kholne wala hota hai—
Kabeer (urgent, angry):
“Anisha move! Us ladki ke paas time nahi hai!”
Anisha (blocking him):
“Ruko! Bas… kuch seconds… Rahat bas aane wali hai.”
Kabeer: “Are you MAD? Vicky nashe me hai, Meghna nashe me hai, andar—”
Anisha (firm, controlled):
“I said WAIT!”
Kabeer frustration me apne baal pakad leta hai… lekin rukna padta hai.
---
CUT TO DOWNSTAIRS — CROWD, FLASHING LIGHTS, CHAOS
Rahat finally Avantika ko dekh leti hai.
Avantika apna bag utha chuki hoti hai. Eyes red, expression defeated.
Clearly — she’s done with this party.
Woh exit ki taraf chalti hai—
Rahat (catching her wrist): “Avantika! Ruko!”
Avantika (irritated):
“HEY! Kya kar rahi ho? Chhodo mera haath!”
Rahat use kheench kar ek kone me le jaati hai, urgency her face par clear.
Rahat:
“Please… sorry. But it’s an emergency!”
Avantika (fed up, almost crying):
“Mujhe ghar jaana hai, Rahat!
Aaj is party me mujhe bas zillat mili hai. Bas!”
Rahat:
“Please… we need your help.”
Avantika:
“NO. Kal office me aake milo.”
Woh palat kar chal padti hai.
Tabhi… Aaji ek bada sa emotional injection lagati hai—
Aaji:
“Ek ladki ki izzat ka sawal ho sakta hai…!”
Avantika ke steps slow.
Rahat softly, but deadly serious—
Rahat:
“Shayad tumhari zindagi ki sabse badi news bhi ho…”
Avantika ruk jaati hai.
Deep inhale.
Slowly palat kar Rahat ko dekhti hai.
Avantika: “Kya chal raha hai…?”
---
CUT TO UPSTAIRS — TENSE WAITING
Kabeer aur Anisha ke beech argument continues.
Kabeer:
“Main andar jaa raha hoon. Us ladki ko—”
Anisha: “Kabeer please! Just trust Rahat!”
Tabhi—
Anisha ka phone vibrate hota hai.
Screen par naam:
> RAHAT calling…
Anisha aur Kabeer ekdum freeze.
---
MONTAGE (HIGH BEAT MUSIC, DRUMS, BASE BUILD-UP)
Rahat jaldi jaldi sidhiya chadhte hue.
Avantika uske just peeche — heels tik-tik, angry but coming.
Last me Aaji — slow par determined look.
Neeche crowd me rave lights, DJ drop, dancers screaming.
Upar Anisha aur Kabeer tense wait me… backward glances… corridor silent… ek pal ek saal jaisa lag raha.
Montage abruptly cuts.
---
FINAL CUT — ALL 5 AT THE DOOR
Rahat aur Avantika daud kar aate hain, Aaji unke peeche.
Anisha ke chehre par hope ka spark.
Avantika (breathless, angry):
“Kaha hai wo sala bastard?”
Anisha silently darwaze ki taraf ishara karti hai.
Kabeer aage badhta hai —
Iss baar sidha kick maarne ke ready.
LEKIN…
CORRIDOR MEIN EK AUR DOOR OPEN HOTA HAI
Vicky ke kuch dost andar se nikalte hain —
Oh-so-proud, vulgar grin ke saath…
Apne baal theek karte hue… cheap satisfaction se bhare hue.
Dost 1:
“Sali ka chucha dekh… kitna tight hai!”
Dost 2:
“Aaj Vicky ise dhila kar dega… hahaha!”
Dost 3 (condom packet wave karte hue):
“Saale ne chocolate condom mangaya tha!
In ameeron ke shauk dekho… chudai me bhi flavour chahiye!”
Sab dost hansi hansi me corridor cross kar jate hain, seedhiya ki taraf.
Silence. Dead silence.
Anisha.
Aaji.
Kabeer.
Rahat.
Avantika.
Sabke faces par ek hi sawaal—
“Agar Vicky is room me hai...
to is wale room me KAUN tha?”
Camera slowly door ke upar wale faint red sign par zoom —
VIP Room – 7
Lights flicker.
Scene Continue — INT. VIP ROOM – NIGHT
Corridor me sab ke chehre freeze — shock, anger, disbelief ek saath.
Kabeer apne daaton ko bhich kar, fumes me—
Kabeer:
“Tum sabko jo karna hai karo…
main us ladki ko bachane ja raha hoon.
Ab nahi ruk sakta!”
Wo seedha daud padta hai VIP Room – 7 ki taraf.
Anisha, Rahat aur Aaji turant uske piche sprint karte hain.
Avantika ek pal ke liye ruk kar peeche wale room ki taraf dekhti hai…
Uski aankhon me ek suspicion… fear… aur ek journalist ka instinct.
Phir wo mud kar baaki sabke sath daudti hai.
---
AT THE DOOR
Kabeer full speed me door ke paas pohonchta hai.
Kick maarne ko ready hota hi hai—
Avantika apne purse se mini handicam nikal leti hai.
Compact, professional, always loaded.
Avantika (under her breath):
“Let’s end this bastard tonight.”
THUD!!!
Kabeer ka kick darwaze ko ek jhatke me tod deta hai.
Wood crack… hinges break… door andar gir jata hai.
Sab ek hi moment me andar storm karte hain—
---
INSIDE THE ROOM
Dim warm lights… bed ka white sheet crumpled…
Table par empty glasses… condoms… tissues…
Air me cheap body spray + alcohol ki smell.
Aur beech me—
VICKY.
Upper body completely nude.
Pants half open.
Sweaty.
Stunned expression.
Bed par — Meghna Khanna, behosh.
Eyes rolled.
Strap slip ho chuka.
Dress half torn.
Bilkul hosh me nahi.
Vicky Meghna ke bilkul paas letkar kuch karne hi wala hota hai
ki door tootne ki awaaz se ekdum jump maar kar baith jata hai.
Vicky:
“What the f— WHO THE HELL ARE—”
Uski awaaz freeze ho jaati hai jab woh sab ko dekhta hai.
---
THE GIRLS & KABEER BURST INSIDE
Anisha fastest reaction deti hai — bed ki taraf daudti hai.
Rahat turant uske sath.
Dono Meghna ko utha kar cover karti hain ek big blanket se,
jise corner me fall gaya tha.
Aaji Meghna ka sir pakad kar check karti hai—
Aaji:
“Pulse theek hai… behosh hai…”
Kabeer aage badh kar Vicky ke saamne khada ho jata hai,
fists tight… anger boiling.
---
AVANTIKA — THE PREDATOR MODE
Avantika seedha camera Vicky ke face par zoom karti hai.
Avantika (recording, cold anger):
“Presenting…
Rathod Empire ka laadle beta —
VICKY RATHOD.
Live caught attempting assault on an unconscious girl.
Mr. Vicky… kuch kehna chahoge?”
Vicky haath se camera ko block karta hai—
face chhupane ki desperate koshish.
Vicky (shouting):
“BAND KAR YEH CAMERA MADERCHOD
YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHO I AM!
I’LL DESTROY—” BEHEN KE LODO SALE... RANDI KE BACHO
Avantika:
“Oh I know exactly who you are.
Aur aaj duniya bhi jaan jayegi.
Ki haramzada koun hai
---
VICKY LOSING CONTROL
Vicky blanket me covered Meghna ko dekh kar
ek second ke liye panic me aa jata hai.
Vicky:
“YEH SAB GAIR-KANOONI HAI!
YOU ALL ARE TRESPASSING!
Main case kar dunga—”
Avantika zoom in aur kareeb jaati hai—
Avantika:
“Case?
it's better to get some tips from your father...
Vicky ka gussa ab desperation me badalne lagta hai.
Vicky:
“CHUP KAR RANDI SALI
CAMERA BAND KAR BEHENCHOD
Main kuch nahi kar raha tha!
Yeh ladki… yeh toh—”
Kabeer (explodes):
“BAS! EK SHABD AUR BOLA TO MUH TOD DUNGA!”
Kabeer ek step aage badhta hai.
Vicky peeche hat kar apna muh phir se chhupata hai.
---
THE PICTURE NOW
• Meghna unconscious & covered.
• Anisha aur Rahat uska pulse check kar rahi.
• Aaji water dab ke uske mouth pe chhidak rahi.
• Kabeer Vicky ko corner kar raha.
• Avantika continuous record mode me — voice steady, cold, lethal.
Aur Vicky…
poora ka poora trapped.
Scene Continue — Cinematic, Tense, Fast-Paced
Kabeer ke punch ke baad Vicky ek second ke liye hil jata hai…
Kabeer dobara uske collar pakadkar khinchta hai—
Kabeer: “Tu samajhta kya hai Meghana ko… haan?!”
Vicky uska haath jhatak deta hai, ek zor ka shove deta hai aur dono ke beech hathapai shuru ho jaati hai.
Table girti hai, ek glass toot kar floor par bikhar jaata hai. Background music ek dum ruk gaya hai — sirf unke girne, takraane ki awaazein.
Vicky desperation me Kabeer ko shoulder se push karta hai, phir ek sharp move me duck karta hai,
Uski body language clear thi — bhagna hai.
Kabeer uske peeche daudta hai lekin Vicky corner se deewar ke sahare se bach nikalta hai or sidiyon ki taraf bhaag jaata hai. Vicky neeche utar kar bheed me gaayab.
Kabeer gusse me haath jod kaar aawaaz deta hai:
“Rahattt! Woh bhaag gaya!”
CUT TO — RAHAT
Jo ek dum active mode me aa chuki thi — aankhon me sharp focus, voice steady but commanding.
Rahat: “Sab log attention please!
Vicky yaha se bhaag gaya hai… lekin woh apni security lekar wapas yahi aayega.
Humaare paas zyada waqt nahi hai.
Abhi.
Jaldi karo. Yaha se niklo!”
Sab log sirf ek second uski awaaz ki authority ko feel karte hain… phir turant movement.
Avantika apne bag me camera slip karti hai, hands thode shaky but mind sharp.
Phir woh apne phone se room ki kuch quick photos capture karti hai — door, dress, broken glass, spiked drink wale corner — sab evidence.
Sab group corridor ki taraf badhne lagte hain.
Kabeer Meghana ko apni baahon me gently utha leta hai — uska chehra stress se bhara hua, aankhon me guilt + fear.
Room se nikalte waqt sab Room No.5 ke paas se guzarte hain — wahi room jahan pehle wo sab khade the.
Avantika ek pal ke liye ruk jaati hai.
Door ko dekhti hai… jaise kuch feel ho raha ho…
Avantika (andar se):
“Yaha… yaha koi aur baat hai. Kuch alag masla, waise bhi yeh ameerzado ka bunglow hai... Yaha kai raaz chhupe hai"
Par waqt nahi tha.
Rahat peeche mud kar halki si awaaz me bolti hai:
Rahat: “Avantika… chalo!”
Aur Avantika pal bhar me soch ko side me rakh kar unke saath kadam mila deti hai.
Staircase tak aate hi Kabeer Meghana ko dheere se ground par utarta hai.
Ab Anisha aur Rahat Meghana ko dono side se pakad kar neeche utar rahi hain — Meghana abhi bhi behosh, head loosely leaning on Rahat’s shoulder.
Neeche utarte hi bheed unhe naturally cover kar leti hai.
Sab log alag-alag direction me thode distance se nikal jaate hain — taaki group attention me na aaye.
CUT TO — 5 minutes later
Club ke entrance par Vicky 10–12 security guards ke saath jaldi-jaldi aata hai.
Uska chehra gusse se laal.
Vicky: “Sidhiyaan! Upar! Room No.7!”
Saare guards uske saath dham dham karti bhaari steps me sidhiyaan chadhte hain.
Camera slow motion me Vicky ke chehre par zoom—
Usse bilkul nahi pata ke uska shikar…
Uski plan…
Aur pure operation ka flow…
Sab uske aankhon ke samne se nikal chuka hai.
Scene Continue — Dark, Intense, Cinematic
---
INT. ROOM NO. 7 — SAME TIME
Vicky full speed me room ka darwaza dhakka maar kar kholta hai—
Room…
Khaali.
Ek pin-drop silence.
Uski saanse tez. Chehra gusse se laal.
Wo aage badhkar floor pe broken glass ko dekhta hai… phir bed… phir window.
Vicky:
“Koi… bhi… nahi?”
Ek second ka silence—
Aur phir explosion.
Vicky dono haath se apne baal pakad kar cheekhta hai—
Vicky:
“HATTTT BEHENCHOOODDD!!!
Ab Dad meri gand tod denge… hatttt… saale!!!”
Wo ek chair uthata hai—
Aur POOOOM! deewar par de maarता hai.
Chair ke tukde floor par girte hain.
Security wale dare hue khade hain.
Vicky un par growl karta hai—
Vicky:
“Wapas dhoondo! Sabko dhoondo! MEGHANA MILNI CHAHIYE MUJHE!!”
Cut.
---
CUT TO — DOWNSTAIRS, MAIN FLOOR
Bheed zyada thi. Loud music, lights, smoke.
Rahat aur Anisha Meghana ko beech me sambhalte hue ek crowded, safe zone me le aate hain.
Uski friends abhi bhi dance area ke corner me chill kar rahi thi.
Freinds palat kar Meghana ko dekhti hai—
Shock.
Saheli
“Arre… yeh kya hua ise?! Yeh theek toh hai na?”
Rahat halka sa fake smile karti hai—
Rahat:
“Kuch nahi…
Bas siddhiyon ke paas bethi thi.
Shayad thodi zyada pi li isne.”
Meghana ki 2 friends ek dum relax ho jaati hain.
Tab Anisha softly but firmly kehti hai—
Anisha
“Please… tum log ise ghar drop kar dena, okay?”
Riya instantly haan me sar hilati hai.
Freind
“Haan haan… ab hum log bhi nikal rahe hain. Kaafi ho gayi party.”
Wo Meghana ko shoulder se pakadti hain aur teenon usse lekar club exit ki taraf chal deti hain.
Door se Kabeer aur Aaji yeh sab dekh rahe the.
Aaji thodi sideways himmat jodti hai aur Kabeer se puchti:
Aaji:
“Tu… Anisha ka boyfriend hai kya?”
Kabeer ek dum freeze.
Phir halka sa smile… phir sharmaana.
Kabeer:
“Uh… woh… main… hum…”
Aaji irritate hokar aankhen ghumati hai—
Aaji:
“Arre Hatt sala...
Tabhi Anisha aur Rahat unke paas aa jaati hain.
Anisha urgency me—
Anisha:
“Chalo. Yaha se jaldi nikalna hoga.”
Rahat:
“Lekin Avantika—”
Kabeer turant bolta hai—
Kabeer:
“Maine usse dekha था. Car se nikal rahi thi. Safe lag रही थी.”
Rahat ek baar sar hilati hai.
Sab exit ki तरफ badhne lagte hain.
Lekin Anisha ekदम ruk jaati hai.
Rahat turant puchti:
Rahat:
“Kya hua? Kya socha?”
Anisha ki awaaz low… controlled…
Anisha:
“Ek kaam…
abhi bhi baaki hai.”
Aur bina kuch aur bole—
Wo bhid ke beech wapas ghus jaati hai.
Baaki sab uske piche-piche.
---
INT. PARTY FLOOR — VIP ZONE KE AS-PASS
Yaha wahi jagah jahan Vicky aur uska gang kuch der pehle party kar raha tha.
Anisha rukti hai.
Rahat thodi panic me—
Rahat:
“Anisha chal! Yahaan kyun aayi?
Vicky kabhi bhi laut sakta hai!”
Anisha sidhe aankhon me dekhti hai—
Serious. Steady. No fear.
Rahat samajh jaati hai—
She has a reason.
Tabhi VIP zone ka curtain side hota hai…
Aur KHANNA (Meghana ka father) bahar aata hai.
Pasina…
Kapde messy…
Baal bikhar gaye…
Chehra flushed…
Sab samajh jaate hain—
Khanna bhi Vicky ke plan ka ek hissa tha.
Wo pass se nikalte hue Anisha or Aaji ko dekhta hai…
Phir rukta hai…
Palat kar dobara dekhta hai.
Khanna:
“Tum?
Tum yaha… kya kar rahi ho?”
Anisha ekdum seedhi khadi hoti hai—
Her voice calm… but sharp.
Anisha:
“Sir…
Us din bhi humne aapko warn kiya tha.
Lekin aapne nahi suni.”
Khanna ka gala sukhne lagta hai.
Anisha:
“Ab ghar jaiye…
Aur apni beti ko sambhaliye.”
“Beti” shabd sunkar Khanna ka chehra ek moment me safed ho jaata hai.
Khanna:
“Me-Meghana ko…
kya hua? Batao mujhe—”
Sab ek silent, deadly serious look dete hain.
Aur bina kuch bole—
Party se nikal jaate hain.
Khanna unhe peeche se awaaz deta rehta hai—
“Ruko! Batana toh…!”
But no one looks back.
CUT.
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