Thriller BEHEN_CODE

[Greenwood]

Update 32

INT. NAKUL’S HOUSE – EVENING

Door khulta hai.

Arti aur Nakul dono andar enter karte hain.

Jaisa hi Arti threshold cross karti hai, Nakul ki Maa saamne aa jaati hai—

Pyaar se Arti ke sir par haath ferte hue:

MAA

Arey beta… phir aa gayi? Bohot pyaari lagti ho tum… hamesha khush raho, hamesha tarakki karo…

Arti halka sa sharma kar smile deti hai.

NAKUL (jaldi se)

Maa— please. Abhi time nahi hai. Important kaam hai.

Maa haath uthaakar “theek hai theek hai” jaise gesture karti hai.

Dono seedhe upar ke floor ki taraf chadhne lagte hain.

Nakul aage, Arti piche— footsteps echoing.

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INT. NAKUL’S ROOM – CONTINUOUS

Nakul door push karke andar chala jata hai.

Arti doorway par ruk jaati hai… shock me.

Room ka pure chaotic horror version:

Floor par cigarettes ke ashes

Table par aadhi jali hui cigarette

Bed par uska used underwear

Kapde idhar-udhar, pizza boxes, wires, games

Ek dirty mug jis par likha hai “CODERS DON’T SLEEP”

Arti ka chehra literally:

“Yeh kya hell hai?”

Nakul ko Arti ki awkwardness ka andaza ho jata hai—

Woh turant lightning speed me kapde aur underwear uthakar basket me daal deta hai.

Ashes hastily rub kar deta hai.

Thoda embarrassed…

Thoda guilty…

NAKUL

Uh… aa jao… sorry… room thoda… bas thoda bigda hai.

Arti slow steps se enter karti hai.

Nakul laptop open kar deta hai.

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**NOTE: Road par aate waqt Arti already Nakul ko sara case detail bata chuki thi—

Meghana, Vicky, Avantika… sab.**

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INT. NAKUL'S ROOM – FEW MOMENTS LATER

Laptop boot hota hai.

Nakul ek number dial karta hai.

NAKUL (phone pe, business tone me)

Bhai, 10,000 bahut zyada hai… meri baat sun… 5,000 me deal karte hain…

Haan? Theek hai, done!

Thanks bro.

Haan likh— ladki ka naam Avantika.

Arey nahi bhai— gf nahi hai. Media me kaam karti hai.

Haan wahi 9 PM wali hot anchor… haan jaldi kar…

Phone rakhta hai.

Arti usse aankhein phaad kar dekhti hai.

Full disbelief + judgement.

NAKUL (innocently haath upar)

Sach me koi GF nahi hai! Aur waise hi baat karna padta hai… kaam tricky hota hai na…

Arti arms fold karti hai, strict teacher mode:

ARTI

Nakul, wo kuch bhi bole— tum achhe ladke ho. Tum aise words use nahi karoge. Samjhe mister?

Nakul bilkul chhota baccha ban kar seedha ho jaata hai.

NAKUL

…Okay.

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FIVE MINUTES LATER — PHONE RINGS

Arti ek look deti hai:

“Aaj tameez se baat karna!”

Nakul phone pick karta hai.

DOST (speaker se pehle)

Bhai kaam ho gaya! Yaar kya mast selfies hain is reporter ki… kuch private photos bhi—

Arti turant haath utaake FAT command deti hai:

ARTI

Speaker. NOW.

Nakul speaker on karta hai.

DOST (speaker par)

Haan bhai, bol, tujhe kya chahiye Avantika ki ID se?

Arti dheere se Nakul ke ear ke paas bolti hai—

ARTI

Isko bolo… saara data tumhare laptop me download kare.

Nakul repeat karta hai.

Dost quickly ek dark-web type website link deta hai.

2–3 minutes me Avantika ka sara data laptop par download ho jaata hai:

Videos

Photos

Notes

Voice memos

Emails

Cloud backups

Ye dekh kar Arti ki aankhon me hope + relief dono aa jaate hain.

Nakul phone rakhta hai.

He exhales—

BIG RELIEF BREATH.

Arti usse dekhti hai…

Soft, warm, emotional nazar se.

Usne sach me itna jaruri kaam kar diya tha.

ARTI (quiet, thoughtful)

Nakul… pen drive me daal do. Kal raat ki saari videos, photos… sab.

Phir thoda strict, warning tone—

ARTI

Aur haan— mister…

yeh data tum fir se delete karoge.

Warna… dekh lena.

Nakul guilt me ek chota sa muh banata hai:

NAKUL

…Theek hai.

Arti chupke se ek tiny smile karti hai—

voh vali smile jo sirf tab aati hai jab kisi “bure room wale good-hearted ladke” ne perfect time par help ki ho.

Scene ends with Nakul copying the files…

and Arti quietly watching him, relieved.

EXT. RAHAT KI COLONY – EVENING

Taxi narrow galiyon me se guzarti hui Arti ke ghar ke saamne rukti hai.

Rahat thaki hui si utarti hai, wallet nikal kar paise de rahi hoti hai…

Tabhi—

Uski nazar samne padti hai.

Arti ek ladke ke saath gali me enter ho rahi hoti hai.

Dono halki si baat karte hue aa rahe hote hain.

Ladka Arti ko bye kehkar opposite side chal deta hai.

Arti apni gardan jhukaye, thodi blush type awkwardness me, chup-chaap seedhi chal jaati hai.

Rahat aankhon ko thoda sa squint karti hai…

Lip expression: “Hmmmmm?”

Fir halki si sarcastic smile:

RAHAT (apne aap se)

Wah… yeh achha hai Arti madam…

Wo apne haath se taxi wale ko paise deti hai aur apne ghar ki taraf nikal padti hai.

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INT. RAHAT’S ROOM – FEW MINUTES LATER

Rahat ghar ka darwaza kholti hai…

Room me ghus kar seedhi apne bed par dhad se gir padti hai.

Kal raat se ek minute ka bhi aaram nahi.

She closes her eyes…

Deep breath…

Finally a moment of peace.

…

…

10 minutes later

TING!

Message tone.

Rahat aankhein kholti hai, thoda irritate… phone uthati hai.

Notification: "Behen_Code ?️‍♀️? – 1 new message"

Rahat message open karne hi wali hoti hai ki—

ek ke baad ek, POP POP POP POP POP— 20 messages aa jate hain.

Rahat turant baith jaati hai.

Screen par sabse upar Arti ka message:

ARTI:

“Videos mil gaye… please don’t take stress.”

Uske neeche group me messages flood ho rahe:

ISHANI:

“Kaisa mila???”

ANUSHKA:

“Kaise hua ye?”

ANISHA:

“OMG yeh kab hua?”

ISHANI:

“Artiii!!! Full update doooo!”

Rahat ke chehre par ek pure, honest khushi aa jati hai.

Woh phone screen ko dekh kar smile karti hai—

RAHAT (softly, proud tone):

“Finally… MS Dhoni ne apna role sambhal liya.”

“Salam, Arti madam…”

Rahat phone side me rakh deti hai…

Aur ek lambe saans ke saath bed par wapas let jaati hai—

Thodi si relief, thodi si thakaan, but mostly pride.

Scene ends with her peaceful smile.

Same Timeline – Anisha’s Hostel Scene

Anisha hostel ke apne chhote se room me bed par cross-legged baithi hoti hai. Raat shaant thi, par uske dimag me Arti ke message ka excitement ghoom raha hota hai. Wo turant group video call ka button dabati hai.

Call ring hoti hai…

Rahat – “Busy” status pe hoti hai, isliye connect nahi hoti.

Arti, Ishani, Anushka ek ek karke join ho jati hain.

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VIDEO CALL CONNECTS

Ishani (screen pe aate hi):

“Arre batao na Arti! Yeh kab mila? Kaise mila?”

Anushka:

“Haan Arti please, hum sab tension me they.”

Anisha:

“Aap bataogi tabhi hume pata chalega ki aage kya karna hai…”

Teenon literally ek saath bol padti hain.

Arti ka screen hilta hai—lagta hai wo kitchen me khadi hai—phir wo thoda gussa dikhate hue haath upar karti hai.

Arti (firm tone me):

“Bas! Ek second.

Dekho… abhi main detail nahi bata sakti.

Bas itna samajh lo… videos mil gaye hain.

Aur ab unhe Nandita tak pahuchana hum sabki responsibility hai. Clear?”

Teenon ek dum se chup ho jati hain.

Ishani (saans lete hue):

“Okay… good.

Aur haan—Avantika ki bell ka case file ho gaya hai.

Kal subah mere hi restaurant me milte hain… discuss karenge.

Let’s hope dono cases humare favour me aaye.”

Arti halka sa smile karti hai, thakawat bhi dikh rahi hoti hai.

“Thik hai. Main ab call karti hoon band.”

Call disconnect.

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CALL KE BAAD – Anisha’s Room

Screen khatam hote hi Anisha ek lambi saans chhodti hai.

Tension do din baad thodi halka hui thi.

Ishani (group text):

“Kal subah 10 baje restaurant. Done?”

Anushka:

“Perfect.”

Anisha:

“Main bhi aa jaungi.”

Do din me pehli baar sab ke replies me relaxation tha…

Koi dair tak awkward silence nahi, koi fear nahi…

Bas ek halka sa hope ka ehsaas.

Anisha phone side me rakh kar muskurati hai.

Kal ka din finally normal lag raha tha.

Scene – Rathod Ka Ghar (Late Night)

Rathod ka bungalow andhere me dubaa hua tha. Sirf drawing room ki warm yellow light jal rahi thi.

Heavy leather sofa par Rathod baitha tha—uski shirt ke top buttons khule hue, tie side me feka hua… aur table par teen–chaar empty glasses already pade the.

Wo glass me drink dobara bharte hue honton se beech me gaali nikalta hai.

Rathod (frustrated, khud se):

“Avantika ko arrest karwa diya… thik.

Par yeh saala Vicky… uska video… agar leak ho gaya na… to saari duniya me tamasha ban jayega.”

Uske haath ka glass thoda kampta hai.

Rathod ek ghut me drink nigaal deta hai—chautha, paanchwa, pata nahi kaunsa.

Room me TV mute pe chal raha hota hai—business news—jisme uski hi company ke ads baar-baar flash ho rahe hote hain.

Aur har baar apna face screen par dekh kar uski frustratio aur badh jaati hai.

Rathod (slow voice me, zameen par takte hue):

“Main Rathod hoon… log mujhse darte hain…

Ek chhoti se laundiya ka video mere empire ko hilaa dega?

Nahin… nahin… bilkul nahin hone dunga.”

Wo table par rakha phone uthata hai, screen par kuch contacts scroll karta hai—kayi numbers ke saamne “deleted” likha hua hota hai.

Lagta hai panic me already kai logon se distance bana chuka hai.

Rathod ka dimag full calculation mode me hota hai.

Achanak uski aankhon me gussa bhar jaata hai.

“Avantika? Maderchod kutiya.... Main bhi Rathod hu, The Rathod... Teri behen ko randi na banaya to mera bhi naam rathod nahi...

Uske dil me ek bechain sa doubt baithne lagta hai, jisko wo jitna daba raha tha, utna hi upar aa raha tha.

Wo phir se drink glass me bharte hue bolta hai—

Table ke corner par rakha Vicky ka trophy ka photo frame gir ke zameen par lag jaata hai.

Rathod us par jhuk kar sirf ek second ke liye freeze ho jaata hai.

Ek father ka expression nahi…

Ek businessman ka fear dikh raha hota hai.

Wo frame wapas uthata hai, par is baar uski aankhon me sirf ek hi sawaal jal raha hota hai—

“Agar video viral ho gaya…

to mera kya hoga?”

Room me silence phail jaata hai.

Sirf ice cubes ki khanak aur uski heavy breathing sunai deti hai.

Rathod ki tension ab ek baar shuru ho chuki thi… aur ab khatam nahi hone wali thi.

Scene – Avantika Ka Monologue (security officer Van, Night)

security officer van ke iron grill se street lights ki halki-halki roshni andar aa rahi thi.

Lady constable dono taraf baithi thi, lekin Avantika bilkul chup… bilkul shant.

Uske haath me still cuffs the, par uske chehre par dard nahi tha… sirf ek sukoon tha.

Woh dheere se apni aankhein band karti hai… aur dil me ek halki si muskaan aati hai.

Avantika (monologue, slow voice):

“Jail ja rahi hoon… lekin jhuk nahi rahi.

Aaj jo kiya… sach ke liye kiya.

Agar haq ke liye awaaz uthana jurm hai…

to main yeh jurm baar-baar karungi.”

Van ki khidki se hawa aati hai… uske baal hilaati hui.

Avantika aankhein upar uthati hai—ekdum confident.

“Main darr rahi hoti…

agar main galat hoti.”

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Flashback – Years Ago (Soft Golden Light)

Chhoti si Avantika, hardly 13–14 saal ki, apne ghar ke living room me khadi hai.

Uske parents — Madhav Mehta (TV journalist) aur Priya Mehta (radio reporter) — dono apni daughter ko proudly dekh rahe hote hain.

Papa usse apna old press ID card dete hain.

Papa (smiling):

“Reporter banna hai na?

To yaad rakh… sach kabhi aasaan nahi hota, beta.”

Avantika card pakad kar sir hilaati hai.

Avantika (child voice):

“Main jhooth ke aage kabhi nahi jhukungi, papa.”

Mama uske kandhe par haath rakhti hain—

Mama:

“Hamari tarah tum bhi kisi ke pressure me mat aana.

Truth is the only duty.

Promise?”

Chhoti Avantika dono haathon se unke haath pakad kar kehti hai—

Avantika:

“Promise.

Meri reporting… sirf haq ke liye hogi.

Chahe kuch bhi ho.”

Flashback ka frame freeze hota hai—parents uske dono side, Avantika beech me, confident.

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Back to Present – security officer Van

Avantika dheere se apni aankhein kholti hai…

Chehre par wohi purana confidence, wohi purana vaada.

Avantika (whispering):

“Maa… Papa…

Aaj bhi aapka waada nibha rahi hoon.”

Van jail ke gate par rukti hai.

Lady constable kehte hue haath pakadti hai—

“Chalo.”

Avantika seedhi khadi hoti hai…

Halki si smirk ke sath—

Avantika:

“Sach ko kabhi lock-up nahi kiya jaa sakta.”

Aur woh bina darr ke jail ke andar chal deti hai.

Scene – Same Night, Arti’s Bedroom

Arti poore din ki bhaag–daud aur tension ke baad finally apne bedroom me aaram se leti hui thi.

Thakan uske chehre par saaf dikh rahi thi… lekin irm se ek halki si softness bhi.

Woh bas ek gehri saans lene hi wali hoti hai ki Abhishek wardrobe se kapde nikal kar turant change karne lagta hai.

Arti ki Nazar – Slow Motion

Abhishek bina kisi warning ke apna shirt nikal deta hai.

Arti ki aankhen ekdum se uski taraf khinch jaati hain…

Woh thodi surprise, thodi blush aur thodi lusty expression se usse takne lagti hai.

Abhishek ko bilkul andaza nahi tha ki uske yeh actions Arti ki dhadkan badha rahe hain.

Fir Abhishek apna trouser unbutton karta hai…

Ek second… do second…

Aur trousers seedhe zameen par.

Abhishek ab Arti ke bilkul saamne ek hi frenchy me khada hota hai.

Arti (internally):

“Bas… ab yeh kya zaroori tha aaj ke din?”

Jaise hi Arti ki nazar frenchy ke color par padti hai…

Wo ekdum freeze ho jati hai.

Kyoki…

Yeh same color, same brand, same pattern…

Aaj dopahar ko Nakul ke kamre me usne yehi frenchy bikhri hui dekhi thi.

Ek second ke liye Arti ka dimaag do worlds me switch karta hai—

“Ye frenchy… Nakul… Arre?”

Aur agle hi pal Arti ke muh se zor ki hansi nikal padti hai.

Pehle halki si.

Phir zyada.

Phir uncontrollable.

Arti haath se apna muh cover kar leti hai, lekin hansi ruk hi nahi rahi thi.

Abhishek bilkul confused…

Bilkul lost…

Bilkul clueless.

Abhishek:

“Arti…?

Kya hua?

Kya galti ho gayi meri? Main aise kyun lag raha hoon?”

Uski aankhon me genuine bechaini thi —

wo samajh hi nahi paa raha tha ki Arti ko kya ho gaya.

Par Arti ko to hansi ka brake hi fail ho gaya tha.

Bed par ek haath rakh kar woh literally side me jhuk kar hass rahi thi.

Arti (hansi ke beech):

“N-nahi… kuch nahi… bas… bas… yeh......

Aur phir se ek burst of laughter.

Abhishek aur confused.

Scene end hota hai Arti ki zor zor ki hansi aur Abhishek ke utterly-shocked expression par —

jaise koi poora mystery miss kar gaya ho.