24-12-2025, 10:14 AM
Update 35
? Scene: Phone Vibrations — Sabki Duniyan Ek Pal Ke Liye Ruk Jaati Hai
Arti kitchen me bartan rakh rahi thi… uske phone ki vibration sunai deti hai.
Rahat studio me mic adjust kar rahi thi, tabhi uske phone ki light chamakti hai.
Anushka ek client ka form stamp kar rahi thi, uska phone desk par hilta hai.
Anisha canteen me Kabeer ki kisi baat ka jawab dene hi wali hoti hai, tabhi notification aati hai.
Sabke phone par ek saath ek hi notification pop hoti hai…
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? Nandita (Court Group Chat Message):
“Case ACCEPT ho gaya! Judge ne Vicky par next 7 din tak detailed investigation ka order de diya hai.
Hum jeet ki taraf badh rahe hain!”
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Reaction Montage
Arti ek lamha ke liye zara sa muskura deti hai… jaise tension ka aadha bojh kandhon se utar gaya.
Rahat apni saansen thodi si theek karti hai, H.O.D. ki taraf “1 min” sign karke phone dheere band karti hai.
Anushka chhupke se ek halki smile deti hai — jahaan par bhi ho, dil me ek chota sa “thank God” nikal padta hai.
Anisha ki aankhon me umeed aa jati hai, wo Kabeer ki taraf dekh kar sirf itna bolti hai,
“Case accept ho gaya…”
Kabeer: “Good… very good!”
INT. CORPORATE CONFERENCE HALL – AFTERNOON
Ek bade, modern conference hall me Rathod apni leather chair par seedha baitha tha.
Glass table ke dono taraf board members, presentations, charts, growth numbers — sab chal raha tha.
Rathod normally apni meetings me ek commanding presence rakhta hai…
Lekin aaj uska focus bar-bar hil raha tha.
Project head bol raha hota hai:
Project Head: “Sir, next quarter me hum—”
Tabhi conference hall ka darwaza dheere se khulta hai.
Sabki nazrein ek saath door par tik jaati hain.
Andar aata hai — Rathod ka secretary, jo aam taur par meeting ke duran kabhi enter nahi hota.
Rathod ki aankhein sank jaati hain.
Rathod (under his breath): “Kya hua…?”
Secretary dheere, controlled steps me conference table ke paas tak aata hai.
Poora hall silent.
Secretary jhuk kar Rathod ke kaan ke bilkul paas, bahut dheemi awaaz me batata hai:
Secretary (whisper):
“Sir… court ne case accept kar liya.
Next 7 din ka detailed investigation order diya hai.”
Rathod ek lamha ke liye bilkul still ho jaata hai.
Koi reaction nahi.
Koi word nahi.
Koi gesture nahi.
Bas camera close-up me uska chehra…
Aur uske expression me ek deep, layered mix:
gussa — jaise kisi ne uske empire ko challenge diya ho,
shock — jaise ye update usne expect hi nahi kiya tha,
frustration — kyunki game plan leak ho gaya,
confusion — kis point par gadbad hui,
aur sabse gehra — darr.
Aankhon me ek second ke liye woh fear chamakta hai jo koi mafia kingpin bhi chhupaa nahi sakta.
Board members confused hokar Rathod ko dekh rahe…
Room me ek ajeeb sa tension ka vacuum.
Rathod apni jaw tighten karta hai…
Fingers table par dabti hain
EXT. RATHOD CORPORATE TOWER – AFTERNOON
Cut to — Building ke bahar ka chaos.
Glass façade ke neeche dozen news vans,
Boom mics,
Tripods,
Cameras ke flashy lenses,
Aur journalists ki bheed…
Sab ek hi breaking headline ke liye bhookhe:
“Rathod Empire ka waris — Vicky Rathod — custody me!”
Security guards media ko rokne ki puri koshish kar rahe the,
lekin bheed har second badh rahi thi.
Tabhi main gate khulta hai.
Aur RATHOD bahar aata hai.
Black suit, dark sunglasses…
Lekin aaj uski body language me woh arrogance nahi —
Bas ek tight, cold tension.
Jaise hi wo ek step bahar rakhta hai —
Media explodes.
Reporter 1:
“Sir! Kya kaheinge apke bete ke arrest par?!”
Reporter 2:
“Sir, kya yeh Manoranjan Rathod empire ka patan shuru hai?”
Reporter 3:
“Sir! Did you misuse power to save your son?!”
Microphones uske muh se tak takra jaate hain.
Cameras ke flash ek ke baad ek uske face par gir rahe hain,
jaise kisi guilty king ke upar spotlight pad rahi ho.
Rathod bilkul shant, bilkul stone-faced.
Na koi word.
Na koi reaction.
Bus ek second ke liye,
camera zoom karta hai —
uski aankhon me woh pressure, woh fear ki halki si lakir dikh jaati hai.
Security uska path clear karti hai.
Rathod sidha apni black Mercedes tak jaata hai.
Media crowd phir chikh padta:
Reporter 4:
“Sir! Is Vicky guilty?!”
Reporter 5:
“Sir, Avantika reporter se apke jhagde ki news sach hai ya nahi
Rathod zero response.
Sirf door slam.
Gadi start hoti hai —
aur paparazzi ke flashes windshield par barsaate hue —
Mercedes high speed me aage nikal jaati hai.
EXT. ARTI KI HOME LIBRARY – EVENING
Library ke andar hamesha ki tarah shaant,
lekin aaj kuch alag hi energy thi —
Pura BEHEN_CODE group ek jagah jama.
Shelves par girti golden shaam ki light,
table par chai ke cups, notebooks, legal papers,
aur sabke chehron par —
new hope + new tension ka mix.
Arti counter ke paas khadi sabko dekh rahi thi,
aur ek lambe waqt baad uske face par halka sa sukoon tha.
Nandita files band karti hai aur bolti hai:
Nandita:
“Sab kuch theek chal raha hai… lekin ek problem hai.
Humein 7 din me saboot chahiye.
Warna next hearing me court humare liye tough ho jayega.”
Sab serious ho jaate hain.
Anushka (confident tone):
“True. Ab yeh case high profile ban chuka hai…
Court bhi fast mode me chalega, judge bhi.”
Ishaani:
“Par… woh videos?
Nandita, aapne court me wo videos kyu nahi dikhaye?”
Nandita calmly files dubara kholti hai.
Nandita:
“Wo videos humara secret weapon hain.
Abhi dikhaye to Rathod side ko prepare hone ka time mil jayega.
Agar last moment me humein kuch nahi milta,
tab hum unhe use karenge.”
Group me ek silent agreement sa hota hai.
Sab ek pal ke liye ek-dusre ko dekhte hain…
Heads nod.
Anisha haath jod kar puchti hai:
Anisha:
“Nandita ma’am, Avantika ki koi khabar?
Hum jab milne gaye the to thane ne bola raat me shift kar diya…”
Nandita ka expression ekdum thoda heavy ho jata hai.
Nandita:
“Haan… mujhe bhi pata chala.
Rule ke hisaab se 24 hours me court me pesh karna hota hai,
lekin kuch special conditions me time extend ho sakta hai.
Kal usse pesh kiya jayega.”
Rahat (uneasy):
“Lekin ma’am… yeh sab sahi nahi lag raha.”
Arti (determinaton ke saath):
“Kuch bhi ho…
Avantika ke liye hum har koshish karenge.
Chahe jo karna pade.”
Group silent ho jata hai.
Ek deep resolve sabke faces par clearly dikhne lagta hai.
Library ka fan dheere dheere ghoom raha hai…
Shelves ke books ke panno ki halki khanak…
Aur camera zoom out hota hai:
Paanch ladkiya ek circular table ke around,
middle me legal files,
side me chai,
back me heavy bookshelves…
INT. RATHOD FARMHOUSE – DUSK
Kamra andhera…
Hawa ab bhi waha band si thi…
Aur Avantika jaise kisi gehri, dard bhari neend se jhatke me jaagti hai.
Uske chehre par, gale par, dono haathon par
laal–baingani nishaan…
Belt ke, thappadon ke, pakadne ke…
Kaise bhi maar kar banaye gaye.
Uska muh kapde se bandha hua,
haathon me rassi ka kasav,
aur pair ek heavy lohe ki chain se zameen ki ring par lock.
Do din se kuch nahi khaya tha.
Bhookh, thakan, dard —
sab ek saath uske sar me bijli ki tarah ghoomne lagte hain.
Wo dheere se aankhein kholti hai,
kamra hazy dikhta hai,
phir dheere dheere clear hota hai—
Ek kone me broken chair…
Dusre kone me ek dusty tubelight jo kabhi kabhi blink ho rahi hai…
Aur beech me bas wo —
bandhi hui, thakki hui, lekin abhi bhi toot nahi payi.
Avantika ki saansen tej ho jati hain
jaise uska body usse hi puch raha ho:
“Tu bach payegi?
Koi aa raha hai?
Koi dhund raha hoga?
Ya… koi bhi nahi?”
Uski aankhon me ek pal ke liye
pura darr bhar jata hai.
Tabhi—
BAHAR SE ek zor ka tyre drift ki awaaz.
Phsssshhhhh—
gaadi gravel par jor se rukti hai.
Farmhouse ke gate par ek black SUV,
aur usme se Rathod nikalta hai…
Bohot tezi se, almost daudte hue,
lekin uska face —
thaka hua, gusse se bharahua, pareshan.
Guard usko dekhte hi seedhe ho jaate hain.
Unke chehre par bhi ajeeb mixture —
gussa bhi, guilt bhi,
jaise wo bhi soch rahe ho:
“Yeh sab kitna bura ho raha hai…”
Rathod bina kuch bole
seedha bar counter tak jaata hai.
Ek whisky bottle uthata hai
aur directly neck se ek badi sip leta hai.
Uske haath thode kaamp rahe the.
Rathod (self-talk, broken voice):
"Desh ke sabse bade sethon me se ek…
Rathod.
Paisa itna… ki kuch bhi khareed sakun.
Kisi ki zindagi… kisi ka badla…
Sab.”
Ek aur sip.
Is baar bohot badi.
Rathod:
“Lekin…
aaj apne hi bete ki aazadi nahi kharid pa raha hoon.”
Guard apni nazrein jhuka lete hain.
Rathod ki aankhon me ek pal ko
dard aur gussa dono ek saath chamak jaate hain.
Wo achanak se zor se cheekh padta hai—
“VICKYYYYYY!”
Uski awaaz farmhouse me goonjti hai.
Darwaze hil jaate hain.
Rathod (softening, trembling):
“Darna mat beta…
Main hoon tere saath.”
Woh aankhein band karta hai,
deep saans leta hai,
jaise apna shattered confidence jodne ki koshish kar raha ho.
Phir—
uska expression wapas wahi
cold, dead serious Rathod wala ho jaata hai.
Wo dheere dheere
us metal door ki taraf badhta hai
jiske peeche Avantika bandhi hui thi.
Uske steps ka echo
kamre ke andar bandhi Avantika tak pahunchta hai…
Aur ek thandi si lahar
uski spine me utar jaati hai.
Scene – Rathod opens the door
Rathod dheere se darwaza kholta hai. Andar ghup andhera aur kamaray ki hawa mein bandhan ki boo ghuli hui thi. Jaise hi darwaza poora khulta hai, ek bejaan, kamzor si ladki — Avantika — nazar aati hai.
Zanjeeron se jakdi hui.
Bistar ke kone par simti hui.
Jism par purane-naye nishan.
Kapde mail se bhare hue.
Aankhon ke neeche gehri kaali haayen.
Rathod ke haath mein abhi bhi whiskey ki bottle thi, jiska dhakkan aadha khula hua. Woh dheere-dheere uske paas badhta hai.
Avantika uski nazdeeki se ghabra kar peeche hatne ki koshish karti hai, lekin pair ki lohe ki chain usse sirf kuch inches tak hi le jaati hai. Chain khinchti hai… uske pair me chot lage hue hisse dobara dard se bhar uthte hain.
Rathod
(bohot shaant, bina gusse ke)
“Avantika… main tumhara dushman nahi hoon.”
Woh zanjeeron ko dekhta hai… phir uske jism par padhe nishanon ko. Uski aankhon me na zulm ka iraada tha, na koi dayaa — sirf ek thakan, ek bechaini, ek majboori ka bojh.
Rathod
“Lekin main apne bete se pyaar bahut karta hoon… bahut.
Tumhe aisa nahi karna chahiye tha.
Agar tum sidhi tarah bata do…
Video kaha hai, kis ke paas hai…
To main khud tumhe tumhare ghar chhod kar aaunga.”
Woh ek kadam peeche jaakar gehri saans leta hai.
Rathod
“Ye ek businessman ki zubaan hai.
Aaj mera beta pehli baar jail ki salakhon ke peeche gaya hai…
Lekin main use waha jyada der rehne nahi dunga.
Tu samajhti hai na?”
Avantika ke chehre par halka sa change — jaise uske dil ka bojh ek second ke liye halka ho.
Usse samajh aa jata hai ki Humeira ka case court ne accept kar liya hai.
Iska matlab… uska sacrifice bekaar nahi gaya.
Lekin agla khayal uske dil ko kaat deta hai —
“Kya mere videos safely kahin pahunch gaye honge?”
“Ya sab yahi ruk jayega…?”
Woh abhi iss confusion me doobi hui hoti hai ki Rathod aage badhta hai, uske muh par bandhi kapde ki strip ko khol deta hai. Avantika turant tez saans leti hai — jaise do din baad hawaa phir se uske gale tak pahunchi ho.
Rathod awaaz lagata hai:
Rathod (thoda zor se)
“Shyam!”
Do guard turant andar aate hain.
Rathod
“Ise ab aur bandh karne ki zarurat nahi.
Yeh dushman nahi hai…
Humare desh ki ek reputed reporter hai.
Isse khane-pine ko kuch de do.”
Guard dono ek dusre ko dekhte hain — pehli baar unke chehre se gussa halka padta hai. Woh Avantika ki zanjeer aur rassi kholne lagte hain.
Rathod ek pal ke liye Avantika ko dekhta hai —
kuch sochta hai, kuch chhupata hai —
aur bina kuch aur kahe, waha se chala jaata hai.
Avantika sirf uski peeth ko jaate hue dekhti rehti hai…
Uske dimaag me ek hi sawaal ghoom raha tha:
“Achanak is aadmi ko kya ho gaya…?”
Scene – Anisha’s Hostel Room
Raat ke kareeb 11 baj rahe the.
Hostel ke corridor me kahin door se ladkiyon ki hansi, kahin TV ka halkasa noise…
Lekin Anisha ke kamre me sirf khamoshi.
Desk lamp ki roshni me wo kitabon me doobi hui thi —
par uska dimaag kahin aur tha.
Avantika.
Wahi naam har do second me wapas aata ja raha tha.
“Wo kaisi hogi…?”
“Kya usne kuch khaya hoga…?”
“Kya wo safe hogi…?”
Har sawaal ek aur naye darr ko janam de raha tha.
Kitab samne khuli thi, par words dhundla rahe the.
Aakhirkar usne kitab band ki — thapp —
aur thodi jhunjhlaahat ke saath apna phone uthaya.
Screen khuli…
Chats open…
Naam glowing: KABEER.
Usne sirf ek chota sa text bheja, bas itna ki shayad uska dimaag halka ho jaaye.
2 minute.
Phir screen blink —
Kabeer: “Oyeeee! Kya hua meri topper madam ko? ??”
Wahi jolly, goofy style.
Wahi tone jo hamesha Anisha ko hansa deta tha.
Par aaj… uska dil us tone ko absorb nahi kar pa raha tha.
Anisha ne phone bed par phek diya —
khud dono ghutnon ko gale laga kar kuch seconds tak behti rahi.
Dimag me Avantika ki image ghoom rahi thi —
Zaroor kahin darr rahi hogi, zaroor buri condition me hogi…
Rokna mushkil ho gaya.
Usne phir phone uthaya.
Lambi saans li.
Aur jitne sawal the… jitni chinta thi…
jitna dard Avantika ke liye mehsoos ho raha tha —
sab ek long text me likh diya.
Aur send.
Phone phir se bed par rakh diya.
10 minutes.
Room me sirf clock tik-tik.
Phir phone vibrate karta hai.
Anisha ne screen dekhi —
Kabeer typing…
Then message open hua.
Kabeer ka pura paragraph:
> “Anisha, suno. Tum bahut sensitive ho aur ye acchi baat hai. Avantika strong hai, usne apni life me bohot kuch dekha hai. Agar tum uske liye itna feel karti ho, iska matlab tum ek acchi dost ho. Aur trust me, tum logon ne jo kiya hai… uska asar zaroor hoga. Kuch bhi ho, tum akeli nahi ho — I’m here. Don’t overthink. Bas aaram se saans lo.”
Anisha message padhti rahi…
Har line jaise uske dil ko dheere-dheere compress kar ke phir release kar rahi ho.
Usne phone side me rakha —
aur dheere se bed par let gayi.
Aankhen band karte hi ek relief breath uske mooh se nikali
Kabeer ka message jaise uske bechain dil par ek soft warm cloth rakh gaya ho.
? Scene: Phone Vibrations — Sabki Duniyan Ek Pal Ke Liye Ruk Jaati Hai
Arti kitchen me bartan rakh rahi thi… uske phone ki vibration sunai deti hai.
Rahat studio me mic adjust kar rahi thi, tabhi uske phone ki light chamakti hai.
Anushka ek client ka form stamp kar rahi thi, uska phone desk par hilta hai.
Anisha canteen me Kabeer ki kisi baat ka jawab dene hi wali hoti hai, tabhi notification aati hai.
Sabke phone par ek saath ek hi notification pop hoti hai…
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? Nandita (Court Group Chat Message):
“Case ACCEPT ho gaya! Judge ne Vicky par next 7 din tak detailed investigation ka order de diya hai.
Hum jeet ki taraf badh rahe hain!”
---
Reaction Montage
Arti ek lamha ke liye zara sa muskura deti hai… jaise tension ka aadha bojh kandhon se utar gaya.
Rahat apni saansen thodi si theek karti hai, H.O.D. ki taraf “1 min” sign karke phone dheere band karti hai.
Anushka chhupke se ek halki smile deti hai — jahaan par bhi ho, dil me ek chota sa “thank God” nikal padta hai.
Anisha ki aankhon me umeed aa jati hai, wo Kabeer ki taraf dekh kar sirf itna bolti hai,
“Case accept ho gaya…”
Kabeer: “Good… very good!”
INT. CORPORATE CONFERENCE HALL – AFTERNOON
Ek bade, modern conference hall me Rathod apni leather chair par seedha baitha tha.
Glass table ke dono taraf board members, presentations, charts, growth numbers — sab chal raha tha.
Rathod normally apni meetings me ek commanding presence rakhta hai…
Lekin aaj uska focus bar-bar hil raha tha.
Project head bol raha hota hai:
Project Head: “Sir, next quarter me hum—”
Tabhi conference hall ka darwaza dheere se khulta hai.
Sabki nazrein ek saath door par tik jaati hain.
Andar aata hai — Rathod ka secretary, jo aam taur par meeting ke duran kabhi enter nahi hota.
Rathod ki aankhein sank jaati hain.
Rathod (under his breath): “Kya hua…?”
Secretary dheere, controlled steps me conference table ke paas tak aata hai.
Poora hall silent.
Secretary jhuk kar Rathod ke kaan ke bilkul paas, bahut dheemi awaaz me batata hai:
Secretary (whisper):
“Sir… court ne case accept kar liya.
Next 7 din ka detailed investigation order diya hai.”
Rathod ek lamha ke liye bilkul still ho jaata hai.
Koi reaction nahi.
Koi word nahi.
Koi gesture nahi.
Bas camera close-up me uska chehra…
Aur uske expression me ek deep, layered mix:
gussa — jaise kisi ne uske empire ko challenge diya ho,
shock — jaise ye update usne expect hi nahi kiya tha,
frustration — kyunki game plan leak ho gaya,
confusion — kis point par gadbad hui,
aur sabse gehra — darr.
Aankhon me ek second ke liye woh fear chamakta hai jo koi mafia kingpin bhi chhupaa nahi sakta.
Board members confused hokar Rathod ko dekh rahe…
Room me ek ajeeb sa tension ka vacuum.
Rathod apni jaw tighten karta hai…
Fingers table par dabti hain
EXT. RATHOD CORPORATE TOWER – AFTERNOON
Cut to — Building ke bahar ka chaos.
Glass façade ke neeche dozen news vans,
Boom mics,
Tripods,
Cameras ke flashy lenses,
Aur journalists ki bheed…
Sab ek hi breaking headline ke liye bhookhe:
“Rathod Empire ka waris — Vicky Rathod — custody me!”
Security guards media ko rokne ki puri koshish kar rahe the,
lekin bheed har second badh rahi thi.
Tabhi main gate khulta hai.
Aur RATHOD bahar aata hai.
Black suit, dark sunglasses…
Lekin aaj uski body language me woh arrogance nahi —
Bas ek tight, cold tension.
Jaise hi wo ek step bahar rakhta hai —
Media explodes.
Reporter 1:
“Sir! Kya kaheinge apke bete ke arrest par?!”
Reporter 2:
“Sir, kya yeh Manoranjan Rathod empire ka patan shuru hai?”
Reporter 3:
“Sir! Did you misuse power to save your son?!”
Microphones uske muh se tak takra jaate hain.
Cameras ke flash ek ke baad ek uske face par gir rahe hain,
jaise kisi guilty king ke upar spotlight pad rahi ho.
Rathod bilkul shant, bilkul stone-faced.
Na koi word.
Na koi reaction.
Bus ek second ke liye,
camera zoom karta hai —
uski aankhon me woh pressure, woh fear ki halki si lakir dikh jaati hai.
Security uska path clear karti hai.
Rathod sidha apni black Mercedes tak jaata hai.
Media crowd phir chikh padta:
Reporter 4:
“Sir! Is Vicky guilty?!”
Reporter 5:
“Sir, Avantika reporter se apke jhagde ki news sach hai ya nahi
Rathod zero response.
Sirf door slam.
Gadi start hoti hai —
aur paparazzi ke flashes windshield par barsaate hue —
Mercedes high speed me aage nikal jaati hai.
EXT. ARTI KI HOME LIBRARY – EVENING
Library ke andar hamesha ki tarah shaant,
lekin aaj kuch alag hi energy thi —
Pura BEHEN_CODE group ek jagah jama.
Shelves par girti golden shaam ki light,
table par chai ke cups, notebooks, legal papers,
aur sabke chehron par —
new hope + new tension ka mix.
Arti counter ke paas khadi sabko dekh rahi thi,
aur ek lambe waqt baad uske face par halka sa sukoon tha.
Nandita files band karti hai aur bolti hai:
Nandita:
“Sab kuch theek chal raha hai… lekin ek problem hai.
Humein 7 din me saboot chahiye.
Warna next hearing me court humare liye tough ho jayega.”
Sab serious ho jaate hain.
Anushka (confident tone):
“True. Ab yeh case high profile ban chuka hai…
Court bhi fast mode me chalega, judge bhi.”
Ishaani:
“Par… woh videos?
Nandita, aapne court me wo videos kyu nahi dikhaye?”
Nandita calmly files dubara kholti hai.
Nandita:
“Wo videos humara secret weapon hain.
Abhi dikhaye to Rathod side ko prepare hone ka time mil jayega.
Agar last moment me humein kuch nahi milta,
tab hum unhe use karenge.”
Group me ek silent agreement sa hota hai.
Sab ek pal ke liye ek-dusre ko dekhte hain…
Heads nod.
Anisha haath jod kar puchti hai:
Anisha:
“Nandita ma’am, Avantika ki koi khabar?
Hum jab milne gaye the to thane ne bola raat me shift kar diya…”
Nandita ka expression ekdum thoda heavy ho jata hai.
Nandita:
“Haan… mujhe bhi pata chala.
Rule ke hisaab se 24 hours me court me pesh karna hota hai,
lekin kuch special conditions me time extend ho sakta hai.
Kal usse pesh kiya jayega.”
Rahat (uneasy):
“Lekin ma’am… yeh sab sahi nahi lag raha.”
Arti (determinaton ke saath):
“Kuch bhi ho…
Avantika ke liye hum har koshish karenge.
Chahe jo karna pade.”
Group silent ho jata hai.
Ek deep resolve sabke faces par clearly dikhne lagta hai.
Library ka fan dheere dheere ghoom raha hai…
Shelves ke books ke panno ki halki khanak…
Aur camera zoom out hota hai:
Paanch ladkiya ek circular table ke around,
middle me legal files,
side me chai,
back me heavy bookshelves…
INT. RATHOD FARMHOUSE – DUSK
Kamra andhera…
Hawa ab bhi waha band si thi…
Aur Avantika jaise kisi gehri, dard bhari neend se jhatke me jaagti hai.
Uske chehre par, gale par, dono haathon par
laal–baingani nishaan…
Belt ke, thappadon ke, pakadne ke…
Kaise bhi maar kar banaye gaye.
Uska muh kapde se bandha hua,
haathon me rassi ka kasav,
aur pair ek heavy lohe ki chain se zameen ki ring par lock.
Do din se kuch nahi khaya tha.
Bhookh, thakan, dard —
sab ek saath uske sar me bijli ki tarah ghoomne lagte hain.
Wo dheere se aankhein kholti hai,
kamra hazy dikhta hai,
phir dheere dheere clear hota hai—
Ek kone me broken chair…
Dusre kone me ek dusty tubelight jo kabhi kabhi blink ho rahi hai…
Aur beech me bas wo —
bandhi hui, thakki hui, lekin abhi bhi toot nahi payi.
Avantika ki saansen tej ho jati hain
jaise uska body usse hi puch raha ho:
“Tu bach payegi?
Koi aa raha hai?
Koi dhund raha hoga?
Ya… koi bhi nahi?”
Uski aankhon me ek pal ke liye
pura darr bhar jata hai.
Tabhi—
BAHAR SE ek zor ka tyre drift ki awaaz.
Phsssshhhhh—
gaadi gravel par jor se rukti hai.
Farmhouse ke gate par ek black SUV,
aur usme se Rathod nikalta hai…
Bohot tezi se, almost daudte hue,
lekin uska face —
thaka hua, gusse se bharahua, pareshan.
Guard usko dekhte hi seedhe ho jaate hain.
Unke chehre par bhi ajeeb mixture —
gussa bhi, guilt bhi,
jaise wo bhi soch rahe ho:
“Yeh sab kitna bura ho raha hai…”
Rathod bina kuch bole
seedha bar counter tak jaata hai.
Ek whisky bottle uthata hai
aur directly neck se ek badi sip leta hai.
Uske haath thode kaamp rahe the.
Rathod (self-talk, broken voice):
"Desh ke sabse bade sethon me se ek…
Rathod.
Paisa itna… ki kuch bhi khareed sakun.
Kisi ki zindagi… kisi ka badla…
Sab.”
Ek aur sip.
Is baar bohot badi.
Rathod:
“Lekin…
aaj apne hi bete ki aazadi nahi kharid pa raha hoon.”
Guard apni nazrein jhuka lete hain.
Rathod ki aankhon me ek pal ko
dard aur gussa dono ek saath chamak jaate hain.
Wo achanak se zor se cheekh padta hai—
“VICKYYYYYY!”
Uski awaaz farmhouse me goonjti hai.
Darwaze hil jaate hain.
Rathod (softening, trembling):
“Darna mat beta…
Main hoon tere saath.”
Woh aankhein band karta hai,
deep saans leta hai,
jaise apna shattered confidence jodne ki koshish kar raha ho.
Phir—
uska expression wapas wahi
cold, dead serious Rathod wala ho jaata hai.
Wo dheere dheere
us metal door ki taraf badhta hai
jiske peeche Avantika bandhi hui thi.
Uske steps ka echo
kamre ke andar bandhi Avantika tak pahunchta hai…
Aur ek thandi si lahar
uski spine me utar jaati hai.
Scene – Rathod opens the door
Rathod dheere se darwaza kholta hai. Andar ghup andhera aur kamaray ki hawa mein bandhan ki boo ghuli hui thi. Jaise hi darwaza poora khulta hai, ek bejaan, kamzor si ladki — Avantika — nazar aati hai.
Zanjeeron se jakdi hui.
Bistar ke kone par simti hui.
Jism par purane-naye nishan.
Kapde mail se bhare hue.
Aankhon ke neeche gehri kaali haayen.
Rathod ke haath mein abhi bhi whiskey ki bottle thi, jiska dhakkan aadha khula hua. Woh dheere-dheere uske paas badhta hai.
Avantika uski nazdeeki se ghabra kar peeche hatne ki koshish karti hai, lekin pair ki lohe ki chain usse sirf kuch inches tak hi le jaati hai. Chain khinchti hai… uske pair me chot lage hue hisse dobara dard se bhar uthte hain.
Rathod
(bohot shaant, bina gusse ke)
“Avantika… main tumhara dushman nahi hoon.”
Woh zanjeeron ko dekhta hai… phir uske jism par padhe nishanon ko. Uski aankhon me na zulm ka iraada tha, na koi dayaa — sirf ek thakan, ek bechaini, ek majboori ka bojh.
Rathod
“Lekin main apne bete se pyaar bahut karta hoon… bahut.
Tumhe aisa nahi karna chahiye tha.
Agar tum sidhi tarah bata do…
Video kaha hai, kis ke paas hai…
To main khud tumhe tumhare ghar chhod kar aaunga.”
Woh ek kadam peeche jaakar gehri saans leta hai.
Rathod
“Ye ek businessman ki zubaan hai.
Aaj mera beta pehli baar jail ki salakhon ke peeche gaya hai…
Lekin main use waha jyada der rehne nahi dunga.
Tu samajhti hai na?”
Avantika ke chehre par halka sa change — jaise uske dil ka bojh ek second ke liye halka ho.
Usse samajh aa jata hai ki Humeira ka case court ne accept kar liya hai.
Iska matlab… uska sacrifice bekaar nahi gaya.
Lekin agla khayal uske dil ko kaat deta hai —
“Kya mere videos safely kahin pahunch gaye honge?”
“Ya sab yahi ruk jayega…?”
Woh abhi iss confusion me doobi hui hoti hai ki Rathod aage badhta hai, uske muh par bandhi kapde ki strip ko khol deta hai. Avantika turant tez saans leti hai — jaise do din baad hawaa phir se uske gale tak pahunchi ho.
Rathod awaaz lagata hai:
Rathod (thoda zor se)
“Shyam!”
Do guard turant andar aate hain.
Rathod
“Ise ab aur bandh karne ki zarurat nahi.
Yeh dushman nahi hai…
Humare desh ki ek reputed reporter hai.
Isse khane-pine ko kuch de do.”
Guard dono ek dusre ko dekhte hain — pehli baar unke chehre se gussa halka padta hai. Woh Avantika ki zanjeer aur rassi kholne lagte hain.
Rathod ek pal ke liye Avantika ko dekhta hai —
kuch sochta hai, kuch chhupata hai —
aur bina kuch aur kahe, waha se chala jaata hai.
Avantika sirf uski peeth ko jaate hue dekhti rehti hai…
Uske dimaag me ek hi sawaal ghoom raha tha:
“Achanak is aadmi ko kya ho gaya…?”
Scene – Anisha’s Hostel Room
Raat ke kareeb 11 baj rahe the.
Hostel ke corridor me kahin door se ladkiyon ki hansi, kahin TV ka halkasa noise…
Lekin Anisha ke kamre me sirf khamoshi.
Desk lamp ki roshni me wo kitabon me doobi hui thi —
par uska dimaag kahin aur tha.
Avantika.
Wahi naam har do second me wapas aata ja raha tha.
“Wo kaisi hogi…?”
“Kya usne kuch khaya hoga…?”
“Kya wo safe hogi…?”
Har sawaal ek aur naye darr ko janam de raha tha.
Kitab samne khuli thi, par words dhundla rahe the.
Aakhirkar usne kitab band ki — thapp —
aur thodi jhunjhlaahat ke saath apna phone uthaya.
Screen khuli…
Chats open…
Naam glowing: KABEER.
Usne sirf ek chota sa text bheja, bas itna ki shayad uska dimaag halka ho jaaye.
2 minute.
Phir screen blink —
Kabeer: “Oyeeee! Kya hua meri topper madam ko? ??”
Wahi jolly, goofy style.
Wahi tone jo hamesha Anisha ko hansa deta tha.
Par aaj… uska dil us tone ko absorb nahi kar pa raha tha.
Anisha ne phone bed par phek diya —
khud dono ghutnon ko gale laga kar kuch seconds tak behti rahi.
Dimag me Avantika ki image ghoom rahi thi —
Zaroor kahin darr rahi hogi, zaroor buri condition me hogi…
Rokna mushkil ho gaya.
Usne phir phone uthaya.
Lambi saans li.
Aur jitne sawal the… jitni chinta thi…
jitna dard Avantika ke liye mehsoos ho raha tha —
sab ek long text me likh diya.
Aur send.
Phone phir se bed par rakh diya.
10 minutes.
Room me sirf clock tik-tik.
Phir phone vibrate karta hai.
Anisha ne screen dekhi —
Kabeer typing…
Then message open hua.
Kabeer ka pura paragraph:
> “Anisha, suno. Tum bahut sensitive ho aur ye acchi baat hai. Avantika strong hai, usne apni life me bohot kuch dekha hai. Agar tum uske liye itna feel karti ho, iska matlab tum ek acchi dost ho. Aur trust me, tum logon ne jo kiya hai… uska asar zaroor hoga. Kuch bhi ho, tum akeli nahi ho — I’m here. Don’t overthink. Bas aaram se saans lo.”
Anisha message padhti rahi…
Har line jaise uske dil ko dheere-dheere compress kar ke phir release kar rahi ho.
Usne phone side me rakha —
aur dheere se bed par let gayi.
Aankhen band karte hi ek relief breath uske mooh se nikali
Kabeer ka message jaise uske bechain dil par ek soft warm cloth rakh gaya ho.
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