Thriller BEHEN_CODE

[Greenwood]

Update 33

Scene – Same Night | Avantika’s Transfer

Raat ki gehri andheri me city ke upar se aerial shot khulta hai—

Street lights jaise peeche bhaag rahe ho…

Raat halki dhund se bhari hui…

Aur beech me teen security officer ki gaadiyan ek line me chal rahi hoti hain.

Beech wali van me Avantika, haathkadi lage hue, silent bethi hui.

Akhon me bechaini nahi—

sirf ek vishwas, ek umeed:

“Nandita mujhe bahar nikalegi. Main sach ke liye lad rahi hoon.”

Van ke andar ke shot me uska profile dikh raha hota hai—

Thodi thakan, thodi dignity, par androni himmat sabse zyada.

Aage Road Par

Jaise hi ek bada, andhera sa T-junction aata hai,

sabse aage chal rahi security officer jeep seedhe nikal jaati hai.

Peeche wali bhi wahi raasta follow karti hai.

Lekin —

Beech wali van, jisme Avantika hai… ekdum se LEFT mud jaati hai.

Avantika sirf itna mehsoos karti hai ki gaadi ki direction badli hai,

par driver ki taraf nahi dekh sakti,

parde band hain, sirf route ka andaaza usse ho raha tha.

Avantika (inner thought)

“Shayad detour hoga… shayad traffic avoid kar rahe honge…”

“Nandita ko pata chal gaya hoga… sab theek ho jayega…”

Uska bharosa abhi bhi mazboot tha.

Par rasta ab zyada sunssaan ho chuka tha.

Street lights kam…

Jungle type greenery zyada…

Road uneven.

Van kareeb 30 minutes tak isi ajeeb direction me chalte rehti hai.

Avantika ko ab confusion sa lagta hai—

ye jail ka route nahi lag raha…

par wo khud ko calm karne ki koshish karti hai.

Phir… Van Dheere Dheere Rukti Hai

Headlights ek bade, purane farmhouse-type bungalow par padti hain.

Baarish ka halka pani chhatrion se tapak raha hota hai.

Gate pe security guards, kaley kapdon me.

Driver ek dusre guard ko ek silent signal deta hai.

Backdoor khulta hai.

Ladies constable Avantika ka haath pakad kar kehti hai—

“Neeche utariye.”

Avantika seedhiyon ke paas khadi hoti hai.

Uska pehla reaction —

Confusion.

Pure confusion.

Ye jail nahi hai.

Ye security officer guesthouse nahi hai.

Ye koi detention center bhi nahi.

Ye ek private farmhouse hai.

Aas paas ka mahaul itna quiet tha ki hawa ki awaaz tak sunai de rahi thi.

Avantika halki fusi hui awaaz me sirf itna bol pati hai:

“Hum… yahaan kyun aaye hain?”

Par koi jawab nahi milta.

Constable sirf uska haath thoda tight pakad kar andar le jaati hai,

jaise instructions mil chuke ho—

aur sawal poochna allowed hi na ho.

Scene ends

Avantika farmhouse ke andhere hallway me enter karte hue —

camera uske confused, uneasy expression par freeze.

Scene – Same Night | Avantika’s Transfer

Raat ki gehri andheri me city ke upar se aerial shot khulta hai—

Street lights jaise peeche bhaag rahe ho…

Raat halki dhund se bhari hui…

Aur beech me teen security officer ki gaadiyan ek line me chal rahi hoti hain.

Beech wali van me Avantika, haathkadi lage hue, silent bethi hui.

Akhon me bechaini nahi—

sirf ek vishwas, ek umeed:

“Nandita mujhe bahar nikalegi. Main sach ke liye lad rahi hoon.”

Van ke andar ke shot me uska profile dikh raha hota hai—

Thodi thakan, thodi dignity, par androni himmat sabse zyada.

Aage Road Par

Jaise hi ek bada, andhera sa T-junction aata hai,

sabse aage chal rahi security officer jeep seedhe nikal jaati hai.

Peeche wali bhi wahi raasta follow karti hai.

Lekin —

Beech wali van, jisme Avantika hai… ekdum se LEFT mud jaati hai.

Avantika sirf itna mehsoos karti hai ki gaadi ki direction badli hai,

par driver ki taraf nahi dekh sakti,

parde band hain, sirf route ka andaaza usse ho raha tha.

Avantika (inner thought)

“Shayad detour hoga… shayad traffic avoid kar rahe honge…”

“Nandita ko pata chal gaya hoga… sab theek ho jayega…”

Uska bharosa abhi bhi mazboot tha.

Par rasta ab zyada sunssaan ho chuka tha.

Street lights kam…

Jungle type greenery zyada…

Road uneven.

Van kareeb 30 minutes tak isi ajeeb direction me chalte rehti hai.

Avantika ko ab confusion sa lagta hai—

ye jail ka route nahi lag raha…

par wo khud ko calm karne ki koshish karti hai.

Phir… Van Dheere Dheere Rukti Hai

Headlights ek bade, purane farmhouse-type bungalow par padti hain.

Baarish ka halka pani chhatrion se tapak raha hota hai.

Gate pe security guards, kaley kapdon me.

Driver ek dusre guard ko ek silent signal deta hai.

Backdoor khulta hai.

Ladies constable Avantika ka haath pakad kar kehti hai—

“Neeche utariye.”

Avantika seedhiyon ke paas khadi hoti hai.

Uska pehla reaction —

Confusion.

Pure confusion.

Ye jail nahi hai.

Ye security officer guesthouse nahi hai.

Ye koi detention center bhi nahi.

Ye ek private farmhouse hai.

Aas paas ka mahaul itna quiet tha ki hawa ki awaaz tak sunai de rahi thi.

Avantika halki fusi hui awaaz me sirf itna bol pati hai:

“Hum… yahaan kyun aaye hain?”

Par koi jawab nahi milta.

Constable sirf uska haath thoda tight pakad kar andar le jaati hai,

jaise instructions mil chuke ho—

aur sawal poochna allowed hi na ho.

Scene ends

Avantika farmhouse ke andhere hallway me enter karte hue —

camera uske confused, uneasy expression par freeze.

SCENE: Morning – Restaurant Meet-Up

Subah ka soft hustle…

Ishaani ke restaurant ka outer area freshly cleaned, halki si coffee ki smell, plates ki khan-khan, aur corner wali table par Behen_Code ke members ek ek karke baithte ja rahe the.

Arti thodi si late aati hai — ek normal housewife vibe, par aankhon me raat wale confidence ki chingari abhi bhi zinda.

Jaise hi wo chair par baithti hai,

questions ki baarish shuru.

Anushka:

“Arti batao na… tumhe videos kaise mile? Kaha se? Kaun mila?”

Rahat:

“Aur itni jaldi? Kal raat to hum sab yahan se nikle hi the!”

Ishaani plates adjust karte hue bhi curious:

“Arti… bol bhi do. Yeh suspense mat karo.”

Arti ek choti si sip water leti hai, phir calmly bolti hai—

Arti:

“Bas… library ka ek ladka hai… Nakul.

Kabhi kabhi padhne aata hai. Usne help kar di.

Waise ladka accha hi hai… bas thoda messy type.”

Sab ek dusre ko dekhte hain…

Thoda surprise, thoda relief.

Anushka (relaxed):

“Thank God… koi random unknown hacker nahi tha.”

Rahat hasti hai:

“Haan warna mujhe laga tu khud hi koi James Bond ban gayi.”

Arti awkward smile deti hai.

Tabhi Ishaani apna phone nikal kar kehti hai,

“Guys… Nandita ko videos forward kiye hain… main tumhe bhi forward kar rahi hoon, just for emergency situation.

Group ke phone ek saath vibrate karte hain.

Sab ek pal ke liye silent ho kar videos ke thumbnails dekhte hain—case ab strong lag raha tha.

But Anisha ka chehra utarta hua dikh raha tha.

Anisha (soft voice):

“Guys… Avantika ka kya?

Uska arrest… kal raat ka sab?

Woh theek hogi na?”

Ek dum se table ka atmosphere shift ho jata hai.

Sab ek dusre ki taraf dekhte hain.

Rahat turant propose karti hai—

“Chalo… thana chalte hain. Check karte hain.”

Sab haan me haan milate hain.

Arti ek baar ruk kar kehti hai,

“Yaar… main nahi aa sakti. Ghar pe kaam hai.

Agar main gayi na… meri saas mujhe zinda nahi chhodegi.

Tum log jao… update dena.”

Group samajh jaata hai.

Arti ko ghar ke front par back-to-back kaam sambhalne hote hain.

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SCENE: security officer Station – Late Morning

Rahat, Ishaani, Anisha, Anushka —

Chaaron ka mood tense.

Thane ke reception par inquiry karte hain.

Ek constable files palat kar bolta hai—

Constable:

“Avantika Singh?

Unhe raat ko hi Central Jail shift kar diya gaya hai.

Do din baad unki pehli hearing hai.

Tabhi mil sakte ho… aaj nahi.”

Chaaron ke chehre ek saath utter disappointment me gir jaate hain.

Anisha ka dil aur bhi zyada sankhne lagta hai ka Avantika ne kal raat kya bola aur kya hua hoga.

Ishaani:

“Matlab… hum abhi kuch nahi kar sakte?”

Constable casual tone me—

“Niyam niyam hote hain madam.

Hearing wale din mil lena.”

Group silence me bahar nikalta hai.

Barish ke chhatano jaisi halki si hawa chal rahi thi,

Par sabke expressions me sirf worry + helplessness.

Rahat sigh karti hai—

“Chalo… ab apne apne kaam.

Par hearing wale din… full force me milenge.”

Sab halka sa nod karte hain.

Ek dum uss moment me Behen_Code ki unity solid dikh rahi thi.

Aur phir ek-ek karke sab log apne routine aur responsibilities me wapas chalay jate hain…

Arti – Nakul ka subplot (Cinematic, Soft, Balanced Tone)

Library ka shaant mahaul…

Dopehar ka waqt…

Chhat ka fan dheere-dheere ghoomta hua…

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SCENE START

Arti apne counter par baithi files arrange kar rahi hoti hai.

Usi waqt darwaza halki si tring ki aawaz se khulta hai—

Nakul hamesha ki tarah inside aata hai… lekin aaj seedha apni usual corner seat ki taraf nahi jata.

Wo directly counter ke paas aake rukta hai.

Nakul (soft tone):

“Hello Arti ji…”

Arti (mild smile):

“Hello… aaj sidha idhar?”

Nakul counter par thoda jhuk kar, dheere se puchta hai—

“Wo… kaam ho gaya apka?”

Arti halka sa awkward smile deti hai.

“Ho jayega. Tumne kaha tha na… sab handle ho jayega.”

Nakul sir hila deta hai, jaise confirm kar raha ho.

Phir cabin ki taraf ishara karta hai.

Nakul:

“Waha chalte hai? Thoda araam se baat ho jayegi.”

Arti ek pal ko ruki… aankhon me halka sa suspicion aur curiosity.

Phir haan me sir hila kar cabin ki taraf chal padti hai.

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INSIDE THE CABIN

Cabin ka darwaza band hota hai.

Dono chairs kheechte hain — chair ki halki si scbanging sound

Nakul turant bole padta hai—

Nakul:

“Oops, sorry.”

Arti hans ke bolti hai—

“Koi baat nahi, betho.”

Dono saamne baith jaate hain.

Table par do books padhi hain—ek Arti ki, ek Nakul ki.

Phir Nakul seedha sawal phek deta hai—

Nakul (teasing tone):

“To Madam… aaj shaam ka kya plan hai?”

Arti aankhon me shararat bhari nazar se bolti hai—

Arti:

“Kya hoga… saas ki daant, pati ka pyaar… aur kitchen ka poora kaam.

Bas… itne se pet bhar jata hai mera.”

Nakul halka sa hansi daba nahi pata.

Arti turant puch leti hai—

“Hans kyu rahe ho?”

Nakul neck scratch karta hua—

“Aise hi…”

Arti demand karte hue:

“Nahi, batao. Hans kyu rahe ho?”

Nakul finally bol hi deta hai—

Nakul:

“Jab bhi aapko pehli baar dekha tha…

pata hai kya laga tha?

Ki aap ekdum disciplinary…

ek kadak fauji-type librarian ho.”

Arti sharma kar neeche dekh leti hai.

Halki si pink blush uske cheeks par aati hai.

Nakul baat continue karta hai—

“Lekin ab…

ab lagta hai ki aapka dil bohot soft hai.

Aisa dil… jo dusron ki madad ke liye hi dhadakta hai.”

Arti ke lips par ek proud, warm smile ubhar aati hai.

Wo visibly touched hoti hai.

Fir Arti thoda lean hokar, soft tone me puchti hai—

Arti:

“Yeh sab theek…

par tum mujhe dekhte kyu the?”

Nakul sirf smile deta hai.

Answer nahi deta.

Bas ek dheema sa, meaningful smile…

Arti us smile ko decode karne ki koshish me uske chehre ko thodi der tak dekhti rehti hai.

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AMBIENCE

Cabin ka fan dheere-dheere ghoom raha hai…

Bahar readers books ke panno palat rahe hain…

Library ka shaant, cozy, thoda romantic sa vibe…

Camera dheere se cabin se zoom out hota hai…

Scene fade out.

SCENE — Avantika’s Reveal (Afternoon, Next Day)

Cinematic, gritty, disturbing but without explicit sexual detail

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Dhoop ki halki si orange roshni room ke chhote se window se andar aa rahi thi.

Room me ek thandi, sanitised si khamoshi.

Avantika dheere-dheere aankhen kholti hai…

Jaise kisi ne use patthar ki neend de di ho.

Sir me tez dard ka hammering jaisa jhonka uthta hai—

Uske muh se ek “Ahhhh…” nikal jata hai.

Wo haath se apna sir pakadti hai…

Phir achanak seedhi baith jaati hai.

Uski saansen bhaari, tez…

Wo charo taraf nazrein ghuma kar room ko dekhti hai—

Bare walls

Ek metal chair

Ek corner me CCTV ki red blinking light

Aur darwaza jisme upar ek chhoti si grill lagi hai.

Achanak—

FLASHBACKS black & white strobe me chalne lagte hain…

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FLASHBACK – NIGHT (Broken, Distorted Memories)

(Camera shaky, sounds muffled)

1. Van ka darwaza khulna.

Koi uske baazu pakad kar use ghasith raha hai…

Avantika chilati hai, roti hai—

“Chhodo mujhe! CHHODO!!”

2. Gloves pehne huye haath usse kheech kar farmhouse ke andar le jaate hain.

Lights bright, harsh…

Floor marbel ka…

Waha Vicky aur Rathod pehle se khade hain—security ke sath.

3. Rathod aage badhta hai—

Avantika ka gireban pakad kar use jhatke se apne paas kheechta hai.

Ek thappad.

Phir dusra thappad.

Aawaz echo hoti hai.

Avantika ka muh side me jhatakta hai… aankhon me aansu bhar aate hain.

4. Wo palat kar Rathod par tut padti hai—

Lekin Vicky beech me aa kar uske baazu pakad lete hai.

Ek jhatke me Avantika ka sir deewar se takra jata hai.

Uski cheekh… uska sar dard se phatne lagta hai.

Wo zameen par girti hai, saans toot-ti hui.

5. Behoshi aane se pehle use Rathod ki khurduri awaaz yaad aati hai—

“Bandh karo is maderchod ko

Aur zyada natak kare toh…

…iski maa behen ko chod dena

(Words ka matlab dark tha, lekin visuals se kuch explicit nahi dikhaya)

Flashback static ke sath cut hota hai.

PRESENT – AFTERNOON

Avantika ek jhatke se hosh me aati hai…

Uska dil zhanzhana jaise dhol ki tarah dhadak raha hai.

Uske haath kaanp rahe hain.

Uski saansen phool rahi hain.

Aankhon me darr utar aata hai—

Bilkul raw.

Avantika (broken whisper):

“Kisi ko… pata bhi nahi hoga ki main yaha hoon…”

Wo apne baalon me haath pherti hai—

Baal poore bikhre huye…

Honth sukhe hue…

Mathe par pasine ki boonde chamak rahi hain…

“Shayad…

shayad koi mujhe dhoond bhi nahi raha…”

Uski awaaz andar hi andar dab jaati hai.

Camera dheere-dheere uske chehre ke kareeb aata hai—

Fear-lined eyes

Trembling lips

Sweat

Breath trembling

Absolute helplessness.

Frame freeze.

Scene ends.