Thriller BEHEN_CODE

[Greenwood]

Update 31



Scene Continue — Inside Kabeer’s Car (Late Night, Post-Rescue)

Road par streetlights ki halki si yellow glow car ke windshield par gir rahi thi.
Car ka engine steady chal raha tha… lekin car ke andar deathly silence.

Anisha front seat me Kabeer ke side baithi thi.
Peeche Rahat aur Aaji, dono thaki hui, jheel si aankhon ke saath.

Kuch pal koi kuch nahi bolta…
Sabke chehre pe shock, thakan, aur soch ka bojh.

Finally, Aaji apni chuppi todti hai—

Aaji (slow, doubtful):
“Ek baat batao…
Hum Avantika par bharosa kar sakte hain na?”

Rahat ek gehri saans leti hai—

Rahat:
“Pata nahi, Aaji…
Lekin hum… iss waqt bas itna hi kar sakte the.”

Anisha apni aankhon ko windshield par fix rakhti hai, phir dheere se kehti hai—

Anisha:
“Humari wajah se shayad… aaj Meghana ke saath kuch bahut galat ho jata.”

Kabeer steering wheel pakde pakde sir hila kar agree karta hai—

Kabeer:
“Haan… woh bilkul akeli thi.
Agar hum late ho jaate toh—”

Rahat turant defend mode me:

Rahat:
“Lekin hua toh nahi na, Anisha?
Samajhne ki koshish karo…
Yeh humare paas aakhri mauka tha.”

Car me halki si tension jump karti hai.

Rahat apni baat clear karti rehti hai—

Rahat:
“Aaj jo bhi hua… jo humne record kiya hai…
Un saboot se Vicky ke khilaaf case bahut strong ban gaya hai.
Agar woh aise hi chhoot jata, toh pata nahi kitni Meghanas… kitni Humeras…”

Aaji saath me haan bhar kar Rahat ka support karti hai—

Aaji:
“Bilkul theek.
Kabhi kabhi kisi ek ko bachana matlab… bahuton ko bachana hota hai.”

Rahat aage bolti hai, voice firm but emotional—

Rahat:
“Haan, main maanta hoon hum kuch seconds late ho gaye the.
Par life me… kabhi kabhi bold decisions lene padte hain.
Aaj wo decision lena hi padta.”

Tabhi Rahat ka phone ring karta hai.

Screen par naam chamakta hai—
Ishaani.

Rahat phone receive karti hai—

Ishaani (tensed):
“Rahat? Kya hua? Tum logon ko kuch mila kya?”

Rahat khidki ke bahar andhera dekhte hue softly bolti hai—

Rahat:
“Situation… under control now.”

Ishaani thoda calm hoti hai—

Ishaani:
“Okay…
Kal subah Nandita se meeting fix kara deti hoon.
Take care.”

Rahat:
“Hmm… Thanks.”

Call disconnect.

Aur gaadi me fir se gehra sannata chha jaata hai.

Scene Continue — Party Ke Baad, Rathod’s Office (Late Night)

Rathod apne luxury glass-walled office me aise pace kar raha tha jaise zameen ko cheer dega.
Face par gussa, aankhon me confusion, aur andar ek badi tension.

Uske saamne Vicky, aur piche line me uske 10–12 security guards, sare sir jhukaye.

Achanak Rathod phat padta hai—

Rathod (explosive anger):
“Maderchodo!
Tum log yaha kya apni gand marwane aate ho!?
Teen jhant bhar ki randiya tumhare saamne se nikal gayi aur tum kuch nahi ukhaad paaye!?”

Security guards bilkul statue ban jaate hain.

Rathod tezi se Vicky ke paas aata hai—
Vicky ka face pale, dar se paseena.

Rathod (pointing finger):
“Vicky… maine bola tha—
NO MORE FUCK-UPS.
Meri deal bahut important hai.
Mujhe iss se pehle koi bakheda nahi chahiye tha…”

Vicky sir jhukaye khada rehta hai.
Rathod gusse me table par file patak deta hai.

Rathod:
“Lekin tera NADA… hamesha ki tarah dhila hi nikalta hai!
Is baar… tune badi MUSIBAT me daal diya!”

Vicky ke haath kaanpne lagte hain.

Thoda sa tone soft karta hai—
woh dangerous softness.

Rathod:
“Lekin fikar mat kar…
Tera baap abhi zinda hai.”

Rathod secretary ki taraf mud kar bolta hai—

Rathod:
“Avantika ka number milao.
RIGHT NOW.”

Secretary number dial karti hai.

Phone ring…

Avantika office se nikal chuki hoti hai, taxi me baithi hoti hai.
Phone uthaati hai—

Avantika:
“…Hello?”

CUT TO —


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Next Morning — Arti’s Gyan Ganga Library (Calm After the Storm)

Soft morning sunlight library ki wooden shelves par gir rahi thi.
Books ki khushboo… shanti…
Sirf ek exception:

BEHEN_CODE group poora table ke aas-paas baitha hua tha.

Anisha, Rahat, Arti, Anushka, Ishani—
Aur aaj unke saath Nandita, calm but sharp investigative journalist.

Library me public allowed nahi—
sirf yeh 6.

Anisha aur Rahat ek dusre ko dekhti hain…
aur phir poori raat ka drama step-by-step sunana shuru karti hain:

Vicky ka Meghana ko le jana

Uske dost ki vulgar baatein

Room me jo mila

Avantika ka aana

Recordings

Saboot

Aur finally Khanna ka unse takrana


Sabke chehre par shock + thrill mix—

Ishani: aankhon me disbelief.
Anushka: fists tight.
Arti: tension + pride.
Nandita: completely focused, notes bharti ja rahi thi.

Jab Anisha aur Rahat finally chup hoti hain…

Nandita slowly apna chashma utaar kar table par rakhti hai.

Nandita (impactful pause ke baad):
“That’s… brilliant.”

Room me ek relief ki saans.

Nandita:
“Kal raat tumne jo kiya…
Woh humare liye bahut badi lead hai.
Bas ek baar Avantika yeh footage telecast kar de…
Phir yeh case humare favour me pakka strong ho jayega.”

Sab ke chehre me ek hope ki chamak.

Lekin Nandita ka expression thoda dark ho jaata hai—

Nandita:
“…Lekin ek baat mujhe weird lag rahi hai.”

Sab uski taraf dekhte hain.

Nandita:
“Abhi ke abhi, jitna jaldi ho sake…
Avantika se meeting fix karo.
Aaj hi.”

Room me ek uneasy silence.

Sabko ek intuition ho raha tha—

Night ke baad yeh morning shant nahi rehne wali.

Scene Continue — Avantika’s Arrest

Nandita, Rahat, Anisha aur Ishani turant Arti ki library se nikal padti hain.
Gaadi me tension so thick ke koi saans bhi dheere le raha tha.

Anushka apne bank ke liye turn leti hai.
Arti library me hi ruk kar calls handle karne lagti hai.


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EXT. AVANTIKA’S RESIDENTIAL BUILDING – DAY

Sab log building ke bahar utarte hi shock ho jaate hain—
Gate ke saamne crowd, mobile cameras, aur beech me…

Avantika, jise lady constables pakad kar security officer jeep ki taraf le ja rahi hoti hain.

Anisha aur Rahat bheed ko cheer kar uske paas pahuchti hain.

Avantika unhe dekh kar ek weird si calm smile deti hai, jaise sab pehle se decide ho.

Avantika (hurry me, but calm):
“Maine… sari filmein HD me online upload kar di hain.
Tumhe jo bhi chahiye…
Wo mere address se le lena.”

Anisha aur Rahat confuse ho jaate hain—
“Kaunsi filmein? Kis baare me keh rahi hai?”

Tabhi Nandita rush karte hue un tak pahuchti hai.

Nandita (serious, low voice):
“Don’t worry, Avantika…
Main pichhe aa rahi hoon.”

security officer Avantika ko jeep me bithati hai.
Jeep door slam—
Engine start—
And she’s gone.

Rahat aur Anisha ek dusre ko dekhti hain—

Anisha (faint whisper):
“Yeh… kya bol kar gayi?”

Nandita quickly bolti hai—

Nandita:
“Samajh jayenge.
Abhi security officer station chalo.”

Teenon quick walk me jeep ka pichha karte hain.


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CUT TO — security officer STATION

Old fan ki awaz.
Darwaze se aati light.
Typical government smell.

Desk par betha hota hai INSPECTOR ZEESHAN —
Ek haath me garam chai ka cup,
Dusre haath me samosa, jise woh chutney me dip kar raha hota hai.

Uske samne table ke ek taraf files ka pahaad, dusri taraf newspaper jisme sports section khula hua.

Nandita, Rahat, Anisha uske saamne chairs par baithe hote hain—
Pichle aadhe ghante se.

Inspector Zeeshan poora time casual, relaxed, jaise koi tension hi nahi.

Aakhirkār Nandita apni calm lose karti hai.

Nandita (firm, controlled anger):
“Inspector saab…
Aakhir Avantika ko arrest kyu kiya gaya?”

Inspector Zeeshan ek bite rok kar, samosa hawa me hi hold kar ke,
seedha unki taraf dekhta hai.

Cup table par rakhta hai.

Uske lips ke corner me thoda sa mirchi sauce laga hota hai.

Slowly bolta hai—
Aisi awaaz jise dekh kar samajh aa jaye ke yeh aadmi dangerous bhi ho sakta hai, corrupt bhi.

Inspector Zeeshan:
“Arrest nahi…
Detain kiya hai.”

Pause.

Phir ek thandi muskuraahat ke saath:

Inspector Zeeshan:
Chori ki hai sali ne... Mr. Rathod ke cheff ne aaj subah hi report karai hai

Avantika:
Pahle to aap use sali nahi bolenge, kuch tameez hai ya nahi... Or dusra aaj subah ki report par apne turant action le liya...

Inspector ek folded file uthata hai…
Slowly table par rakhta hai.

Inspector Zeeshan:
“Sab bataunga…
Lekin pehle bataiye—
Aap logon ka uss ladki… Avantika se kya rishta hai?”

Scene Continue — Cinematic, Detailed, Exactly in Your Tone


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INT. security officer STATION – DAY

Zeeshan apne chair par aaram se baitha samosa ka last bite tod kar chai me dip kar raha hota hai.
Nandita, Rahat, Anisha uske samne tense bethe hote hain.

NANDITA (irritated)
Inspector, aapne Avantika ko arrest kyun kiya?

Zeeshan halki muskurahat deta hai, jaise is sawaal ka use intezar hi tha.

ZEESHAN
Madam… unpe complaint aayi thi. Chori ki. Mere paas paper me sab likha hai.

Note: Complaint Rathod ne apne chef ke behalf par file karwai thi.

Anisha turant lean hoti hai.

ANISHA
Lekin sir… wo humari known hai. Hum use jaante hain. Hum sirf usse milne aaye the.

Nandita bhi step in karti hai.

NANDITA
Main bail ke papers arrange karti hoon. Thodi der me leke aati hoon.

Zeeshan haath upar kar deta hai, sarcastic smile ke saath.

ZEESHAN
Bilkul madam… aapki marzi. Bail le aayiye. Hum kisiko rok nahi rahe.

Rahat thoda aage jhuk kar politely request karti hai.

RAHAT
Sir, please… jane se pehle ek baar Avantika se milne dijiye.

Zeeshan apne glasses ke upar se Rahat ko strict nazar se dekh kar constable ko awaz deta hai.

ZEESHAN
Constable! Inhe Avantika madam se milaiye.


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CUT TO: DETENTION ROOM

Avantika bench par baithi hoti hai, thaki hui, lekin aankhon me dard aur gussa dono.

Nandita turant questions lekar aati hai.

NANDITA
Avantika, yeh sab kya hai? Hum to intezar me the ki tum aaj telecast karne wali ho!

Avantika thoda saapni si hoti hai, phir seedha jawab deti hai.

AVANTIKA
Kal raat ghar pahuchte hi Rathod ka call aaya tha. Usne mujhe rishwat offer ki… bola tha mera khud ka news channel kholwa dega.
Par maine uska muh par mana kar diya. Aur subah… yeh sab ho gaya.

Rahat aur Anisha ek dusre ko shocked expression deti hain.

Avantika tab dhyaan se Rahat ki taraf face karke dheere, controlled voice me kehti hai:

AVANTIKA
Filhaal maine tumse jo ghar ke bahar kaha tha… uspe dhyaan dena. Yahan main wo sab nahi bol sakti.

Ladies constable sitty bajati aati hai.

CONSTABLE
Chaliye madam, ho gaya time.

Anisha, Rahat, Nandita uth kar jaate hue bolti hain:

RAHAT
Hum wapas aayenge Avantika… please himmat rakhna.


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CUT TO: Aaji’s Home – LIVING ROOM

Nandita, Rahat, Anisha sofas par baithe hote hain. Tension heavy hai.

Nandita phone par baar-baar clock check kar rahi hai — court khulne ka wait, bail file karne ka intezar.

Rahat aur Anisha coffee table par notebook khol kar Avantika ke diye hints ko decode karne me lag jaati hain.

ANISHA
Avantika ne kaha tha — HD… upload… address…

RAHAT
Matlab wo kuch upload kar chuki thi. Lekin kaha?

Rahat ek deep breath leti hai—
Humein group ko involve karna hoga ab.


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CUT TO: GROUP VIDEO CALL

Mobile screen split-screen style me khulti hai.
Ishani Humera ke saath restaurant ke storeroom me.
Anushka bank ke cabin me.
Arti apni library me tables arrange kar rahi hai.

Sab call receive karte hain.

Rahat tezi se sari subah ki kahani ek saath bata deti hai.

Humera ka chehra gir jaata hai—hopeless.

Arti serious mode me sunkar bolti hai:

ARTI
Mujhe lagta hai humein kisi tech ki zarurat padegi.

Anisha confused:

ANISHA
Heinnn? Kyu?

Arti calmly explains:

ARTI
Yaad karo Avantika ne kya hint diya… HD… upload. Matlab koi file upload hui hai. Address… matlab online address.

Anushka ka face suddenly light up hota hai.

ANUSHKA
Guys, I think I got it!

Sab silence.

ANUSHKA
Shayad wo us recording ki baat kar rahi thi… jo Anisha ne kal record ki thi.

Anisha ke aankhon me realisation aa jata hai.

ANISHA
Haan! Sahi! Aur address matlab… email address…

Rahat snap karti hai.

RAHAT
Yani G-Drive!

Sab ke chehre par hope ki chamak.

Arti phir practical tone me bolti hai:

ARTI
Lekin khush mat ho itni jaldi. Agar wo file uske G-Drive par hai… to uska password aur login humein nahi maloom. Humein kisi tech expert ki madad lagegi.

Usi waqt library ka darwaza CREAK karti hai.

Ek halki roshni andar girti hai.

Nakul entry marta hai — calm, confident, tech-guru vibes.

Arti usse dekh kar ek soft charming smile deti hai.

Nakul bhi thoda smile return karta hai.

Anushka phone par bolti hai:

ANUSHKA
I'll try… main pata lagati hoon kuch.

Sab girls call cut kar deti hain.


INT. ARTI’S LIBRARY – AFTERNOON

Silent, warm, sunlight from the window.
Nakul apni usual corner seat par jaakar quietly baithta hai.
Bag kholta hai, ek thick novel nikalta hai… pages palatne lagta hai.

Arti counter ke piche files arrange kar rahi hoti hai, lekin uske chehre par halka tension clearly dikhta hai.

Nakul kitabein padhte-padhte bhi her radar mode par hota hai—
Woh baar-baar Arti ko notice karta hai.

Akhir woh slowly uth kar Arti ke paas aa jata hai.

Soft, warm, almost whispering—

NAKUL
Hey Arti… what happened? Aaj itni gumsum si kyu ho?

Arti ek pal ke liye rukti hai.
Woh sirf ek nazar uthakar dekhti hai—
Udaas, thaki hui aankhon se.

ARTI
Bas… thoda tension hai.

Nakul halka sa eyebrow raise karta hai, friendly teasing tone me—

NAKUL
Acha? Mujhe bhi batao. Aisa kya tension hai jo aapko pareshan kar raha?
Us ladke ki tarah… tension ko bhi tod dunga, dekhna.

Arti uski baat sun kar chhoti si smile hold kar leti hai—
Phir uski aankhon me seedha dekh deti hai.

Thodi der dono ke beech silence,
Sirf heartbeat type background vibe.

Arti mann hi mann sochti hai:

"Kya ise involve karna chahiye? Yeh ladka to achha hi hai… trustworthy lagta hai."

Phir Nakul gently, concern ke saath phir poochta hai—

NAKUL
Bolo Arti… kya main kuch madad kar sakta hoon?

Arti finally upar dekh kar usse direct eye contact banati hai—
Ek pal ke liye library ka poora mahaul freeze sa ho jata hai.