24-12-2025, 02:55 PM
Update 36
INT. NANDITA’S APARTMENT – MORNING
Nandita ekdum early morning uth chuki thi.
Mirror ke saamne apna blazer theek karte hue uske chehre par ek focused, sharp determination dikh raha tha.
Table par case file, neatly arranged documents, aur ek chota sticky note:
“Today is the day.”
Wo apni puri file ek baar dobara scan karti hai —
har page, har line, har document.
Uski aankhon me woh lawyer wali confidence chamak rahi thi,
par andar kahin ek halka sa fear bhi —
aaj ka court hearing high profile thi.
Usne apna bag uthaya aur door lock karte hue mutter kiya:
“Let’s end this properly.”
---
EXT. NANDITA’S OFFICE – MORNING
Nandita office pahunchti hai.
Entrance pe hi Anisha aur Rahat khade mil jaate hain.
Dono ke chehre pe tension bhi thi aur excitement bhi.
Rahat:
“Ma’am… ready?”
Nandita (deep breath lekar):
“Ready toh kal hi thi. Bas aaj court ready ho.”
Anisha:
“File check ki na? Kuch aur add—”
Nandita (interrupting, soft smile):
“Har chiz teen baar check ki hai. Hum bilkul taiyaar hain.”
Teeno office ke andar chalte hain,
Nandita file ko tightly pakde hue —
jaise ye case sirf ek client ka nahi,
ek ladki ki zindagi ka faisla carry karta ho.
---
CUT TO: INT. BANK – MORNING
Anushka apne bank ka glass door push karke andar aati hai.
Jese hi wo enter karti hai —
purani hi familiarity,
roz ka warm-good-morning atmosphere.
Employees:
“Good morning, ma’am!”
“Good morning Anushka ji!”
“Good morning!”
Anushka ek professional smile ke saath sabko greet karte hue front desk ki taraf badhti hai.
Par aaj uske chehre par ek extra stiffness thi.
Aankhon me tension chupi hui thi —
zahir nahi kar rahi thi,
lekin bohot kuch uske dil me chal raha tha.
Aaj uski ek important meeting thi —
Bank ke regional officers ke saath.
Aur sath hi sath, Avantika ka case uske dimag me baar-baar flash ho raha tha.
Ek employee aake softly bolta hai:
“Ma’am, aaj wali meeting 10 baje confirm ho gayi hai.”
Anushka (light nod, professional tone):
“Okay. Files ready rakhna.”
Wo apni seat par jaake baithti hai,
laptop open karti hai…
par screen par spreadsheets hone ke bawajood,
dil me ek hi thought:
“Court me abhi kya hoga…?”
Uski nazar baar-baar phone par jaa rahi thi.
INT. SESSION COURT – NOON (12:00 PM SHARP)
Courtroom me bheed usual se zyada thi. Aaj Avantika ko pesh kiya jaana tha—
reporter hone ki wajah se media bhi quietly back benches me baitha tha.
Nandita, Anisha, aur Rahat perfect time par court me enter karte hain.
Nandita ke haath me poori bail file ready thi—confident, focused, prepared.
Jab clock ne exactly 12:00 PM strike kiya, clerk awaaz lagata hai:
“Case number 48/21 — State vs. Avantika Singh.”
Judge apni kursi par baith chuka hota hai.
Nandita respectfully aage badhti hai.
---
Judge (smiling lightly):
“Arre Nandita ji, aaj phir?
Kal bhi aap hi kisi case me lad rahi thi.
Chaliye, achha hai… court me aapko dekhna hamesha interesting hota hai.”
Nandita light nod deti hai, lekin aaj uske chehre par koi smile nahi —
sirf responsibility ka bojh.
Judge file check karta hai, phir security officer section ki taraf dekhta hai.
---
Judge:
“Inspector Zeeshan…
pesh kijiye apni muzrim, Avantika ko.
Aaj unki sunwai ka din hai.
Aap log itni late kaise ho gaye?”
Courtroom me sabke nazar Inspector Zeeshan par.
Wo haath baandh kar khada hota hai.
Aankhein jhuki hui.
Awaaz atakti hui.
---
Zeeshan (slow, nervous):
“Ji… wo… Avantika ji…
wo security officer custody se…
bhag gayi, my lord.”
Pura courtroom shock me.
Sab taraf halki si hungama ki fufkar.
Anisha ke muh se halki si awaaz nikalti hai,
Rahat ka dil tezi se dhadakne lagta hai.
Nandita turant aage badhti hai—gusse se tharki hui.
---
Nandita:
“What?! My Lord, yeh kya keh rahe hain?
Meri client inki custody se kaise bhag sakti hai?
Please inse poochiye—yeh mamla kuch aur hi lag raha hai.”
---
Judge:
“Nandita ji, ek minute.
Pehle main baat clear karta hoon.”
Judge Zeeshan ki taraf poora body-turn lekar baat karta hai.
---
Judge (strict tone):
“Inspector sahab, yeh sirf kanoon ka nahi,
ek ladki ki jaan ka sawal hai.
Batayein, hua kya?”
---
Zeeshan (voice trembling):
“Ji… hum use court le aa rahe the.
Phir unhone washroom ke liye gaadi rukwai…
aur pata nahi kab…
kab wo… waha se… bhag gayi, my lord.”
Uske bolte hi Nandita literally phat padti hai.
---
Nandita (angry, firm):
“My Lord, this is nonsense!
Ek fully guarded female detainee washroom se bhag gayi?
Aaj sunwai ka din tha—
yeh sab suspicious nahi lagta aapko?
Zaroor kuch gadbad hui hai!”
Courtroom murmurs erupt again.
Judge call bell bajakar sabko chup karata hai.
---
Judge (cold, authoritative):
“Inspector Zeeshan…
yeh aapki departmental failure hai.
Ek accused ka is tarah se farar ho jaana acceptable nahi.
Court aapse report chahega.”
Judge thoda ruk kar gavel table par tapkata hai.
---
Judge:
“Aur jab tak Avantika pakdi nahi jaati,
unpar non-bailable warrant jaari kiya jaata hai.
Nandita ji… aap apni client ki bail ko ab bhool jaiye.”
Nandita literally freeze ho jati hai.
---
Nandita (shocked, pleading):
“Sir, please… Avantika aisi nahi hai!
Wo imandar hai, reporter hai—
wo kyun bhagegi?
Aise nahi ho sakta!”
---
Judge:
“Court is adjourned.”
Hammer padta hai.
Courtroom khada hota hai.
Sab bahar nikalna shuru.
Nandita waha hi bench par baith jaati hai—
haath se apna matha pakad kar—
jaise uske saare calculations, saare plans
ek second me ulat gaye ho.
Anisha aur Rahat uske paas aa jate hain,
but Nandita ki aankhen ek hi jagah tikki hoti hain—
Inspector Zeeshan.
Wo Zeeshan ki taraf chalti hai,
aankhon me disappointment aur shaque.
---
Nandita (low, sharp):
“Inspector…
agar aapme thodi si bhi imandari bachi hai na…
to Avantika ko bacha lijiyega.
Uski zindagi aapke haath me hai.”
Zeeshan ke chehre par ek guilt-filled stiffness aa jata hai.
Wo aankhon me aankhein nahi mila pata.
Nandita file utha kar court se bahar chal deti hai—
heavy steps, frustrated breath,
aur dil me ek hi thought:
“Avantika… kahaan ho tum?”
INT. ARTI’S HOME LIBRARY – AFTERNOON — SAME DAY
The news court se nikalte hi ek teer ki tarah poore Behen_Code group tak pahunch chuki thi.
Library ka environment ek dum change ho chuka tha—
jahan pehle calm aur books ki khushboo hoti thi,
aaj waha hawa me pure panic, shock aur fear ghul chuke the.
---
Arti
Shelf ke paas khadi thi, haath me ek book,
par uske haath itne shake kar rahe thay ki book girte girte bachi.
Arti (whisper, shaken):
“Avantika… bhag gayi?
Ye… kaise ho sakta hai?
Kal raat tak sab theek tha…”
Uski awaaz me dar, guilt aur disbelief sab mila hua.
---
RAHAT OUTSIDE OF COURT WITH NANDITA AND ANISHA-
Rahat
Apni seat se literally uth kar aage badhti hai—
uska chehra ekdum fear-stricken.
Rahat:
“Nahi… yeh impossible hai.
Avantika khud bhaag jayegi?
Us ladki me itna himmat hi nahi ki wo case chhod kar bhaag jaaye.
Yeh security officer ki kahani jhooti lag rahi hai.”
Rahat ke haath cold pad chuke thay.
Uske dil me ek hi baat echo ho rahi thi—
“Kahin Avantika ke saath kuch hua to nahi…”
---
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ISHANI
Table ke corner par gusse me fist tight kar ke khadi thi.
Ishaani (angry):
“security officer custody se koi itni aasani se bhaag nahi sakta.
Definitely kuch kiya gaya hai…
Yeh log sab milke cover-up kar rahe hain!”
Uski eyes red ho rahi thi—
frustration, helplessness, aur fear ka mix.
---
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Anushka
Slowly phone ko side me rakhti hai.
Uske hath abhi bhi thoda tremble kar rahe thay.
Usne deep breath li, lekin uski awaaz bhi kap rahi thi.
Anushka (monologue)
“Kahi yeh Rathod ke logon ne hi nahi kya …
Main guarantee lekhar bolti hoon.
Avantika kabhi bhaag nahi sakti.
She’s too brave and too honest.
Kahin wo… unke paas hi to nahi…”
Uski voice end tak thodi break ho gayi.
---
OUTSIDE OF COURT WITH NANDITA AND RAHAT
Anisha
Sabse delicate reaction Anisha ka tha.
Wo chair se dheere se uthti hai,
ankhon me shock aur pani dono jam chuke.
Anisha (soft, trembling):
“Main jaanti thi…
Main jaanti thi uske saath kuch galat ho raha hai…
---
Room ka mood
SAB EK SAATH, par completely breakdown ke edge par.
Court ka silence ab heavy ho chuka tha.
Pura area ek hi emotion se bhara tha—
FEAR.
ANGER.
GUILT.
HELPLESSNESS.
---
Rahat (determined, low tone):
“Hum Avantika ko dhoondenge.
Court kuch bhi bole—
security officer kuch bhi bole—
hume pata hai wo innocently missing hai.
Silence.
Ek dangerous silence.
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Arti (firm tone, eyes intense):
“Is baar kuch bhi ho jaaye…
Behen_Code rukne wali nahi.
Avantika ko hum hi nikaalenge.”
Camera zooms out—
sari ladkiyan ek tight circle me khadi,
their fear now slowly turning into MISSION MODE.
Scene: Avantika Farmhouse — Silence, Fear, and an Unexpected Change
Raat ka waqt tha. Farmhouse ke ander ek ajeeb sa sannata tha… sirf hawa ki halki si aawaaz aur patton ki khadbadahat.
Avantika bed ke kone par gumshuda si, halki si kaampti hui, dono haath aazad the… chehre par bhi koi patti nahi thi.
Lekin azaadi ka matlab yahan khushi nahi—sirf aur zyada darr tha.
Wo apne knees ko pakad kar bethi thi, aankhon me sujne ki laal si halkaai… jaise raat bhar soyi hi na ho.
Tabhi darwaza dheere se khulta hai.
Footsteps…
Aur farmhouse me entry hoti hai RATHOD ki.
Par is baar na uske chehre par wo gussa tha…
Na wo zimmedari ka bojh…
Na Rathod empire ka ego…
Sirf ek thaka hua insaan khada tha uske saamne.
Avantika ek second ke liye aur zyada khinch jaati hai, darr se apni saanson ko rok leti hai.
Rathod dheere, bahut dheere aage badhta hai.
Rathod (soft tone, bina authority ke):
"Relax… main tumhe chot nahi pahuchaunga."
Usne ek chair khinchi aur Avantika se thodi door baith gaya — door, par approachable, jisse wo safe feel kare.
Aankhon me pehli baar koi insani warmth thi… ya shayad guilt.
Rathod:
"Jo kuch tumne dekha… uski wajah se tumhare saath yeh sab hua.
Tum galat time par galat jagah thi… bas itna hi."
Avantika ki aankhon me paani aa jaata hai, par wo kuch bol nahi pati.
Rathod ne apna coat uthaya, halki si saans bhari:
Rathod:
"Main bad insaan nahi hoon, Avantika.
Situations… aur log… mujhe waisa dikhate hain."
Ek chhota sa pause…
Rathod:
"Mujhe pata hai tum darr rahi ho.
Par main yahan todne nahi…
…samjhane aaya hoon."
Uska voice shaky nahi tha, par heavy zaroor tha—jaise ek aisi baat jo kabhi kisi ko nahi batayi.
Avantika ki ungliyaan hilti hain… par wo ab pehle jaisa extreme fear nahi dikha rahi. Confusion zyada thi.
Rathod dheere se table par ek glass me paani rakhta hai:
Rathod:
"Paani piyogi?"
Avantika ne pehli baar uski taraf dekha.
Aankhon me ab bhi darr tha… par ek chhoti si curiosity, ke Rathod ka yeh version kaun hai?
Wahi Rathod jo court me garajta hai?
Wahi Rathod jo media ke saamne silence me gadi me baith gaya?
Wahi Rathod jiske empire ka naam sunte hi log kaamp jaate hain?
Haalat ajeeb thi—
Na wo cage me band thi… na azad.
Na Rathod villain lag raha tha… na hero.
Scene freeze hota hai at:
Avantika’s trembling eyes looking at a surprisingly humane Rathod.
Rathod ki baat khatam hoti hi room me hawa tak ruk si jaati hai.
Rathod apni kursi se halka sa aage jhukta hai,
tone ab bhi controlled, par andar chhipi desperation clearly visible thi.
---
Rathod (slow, firm):
"Avantika… aaj tumhari peshI thi. Court me."
Avantika ek chhoti si gasp leti hai—
jaise uske pairon ke neeche ki zameen phisal gayi ho.
Rathod:
"Par tum to yahan ho.
Court ne tumhare khilaf non-bailable warrant issue kiya hai."
Room me ek second ke liye sirf Avantika ki saanson ki aawaaz reh jaati hai.
Uska dil zor se dhadak raha tha.
Usne kabhi socha bhi nahi tha ke uska naam kisi warrant se juda hoga.
Rathod dheere se khada hota hai,
window ke paas jaakar curtains halki si side karta hai,
phir wapas usi composed voice me bolta hai:
---
Rathod:
"Samajhti ho iska matlab?"
(brief pause)
"Chahe main tumhe abhi iss farmhouse se jaane bhi doon…
tum aazad nahi reh sakogi."
Avantika ka hont kaapta hai.
Avantika (halki awaaz me):
"Main… main ne kuch galat nahi kiya…"
Rathod turning back with a slight, tired smile:
Rathod:
"Janta hoon. Isi liye to keh raha hoon…"
He walks closer but stays at a safe distance.
"Is waqt tumhari madad… sirf main kar sakta hoon."
Ek baar ko avantika confused nahi thi—
wo conflicted thi.
Rathod ka tone ab soft nahi,
balke realistic ho gaya tha…
---
Rathod (serious, eyes locked on hers):
"Mujhe bata do…
wo videos kahan hain?"
Avantika aankhon ko zaameen par tikka leti hai.
Wo chup hai… lekin uski chuppi ke peeche ek storm chal raha hai.
Rathod dheere se table par uska phone rakhta hai—
screen black, but symbolic threat jaisa.
Rathod:
"Un videos ke bina bhi main case Jeet sakta hu lekin mujhe apne bete ke future ki parwah hai"
(soft but grave)
"Main nahi chahta ki tumhari zindagi barbaad ho.
Tum samajh nahi rahi… kanoon tumhare peechhe pad chuka hain."
Avantika ke aansu cheek par gir jaate hain.
Uski saanson me ghabrahat ab clear thi.
Avantika (broken, whispering):
"Maine… main ne kuch bhi nahi rakha…"
Rathod aankhon me aankhein daal kar bolta hai,
no threat, no shouting, just truth mixed with frustration:
---
Rathod:
"Avantika… tumhe pata hai na?"
(slow, dangerous calm)
"Main sab kuch pata laga loonga,
Par agar tum jhoot bol rahi ho…
to tum mujhe rok nahi paogi."
Phir ek unexpected line—soft, emotional:
Rathod:
"Main tumhari dushmani nahi chahta."
Avantika uske honton ko dekhti hai… wo jhut bol raha tha, ya sach?
Uska mind confused…
Uska heartbeat fast…
Aur Rathod ki presence aur zyada overpowering.
Camera zooms on Avantika ke trembling lips—
Will she speak?
Does she even know the real danger?
Scene ends on Avantika’s single tear rolling down…
and Rathod silently waiting for her answer.
INT. NANDITA’S APARTMENT – MORNING
Nandita ekdum early morning uth chuki thi.
Mirror ke saamne apna blazer theek karte hue uske chehre par ek focused, sharp determination dikh raha tha.
Table par case file, neatly arranged documents, aur ek chota sticky note:
“Today is the day.”
Wo apni puri file ek baar dobara scan karti hai —
har page, har line, har document.
Uski aankhon me woh lawyer wali confidence chamak rahi thi,
par andar kahin ek halka sa fear bhi —
aaj ka court hearing high profile thi.
Usne apna bag uthaya aur door lock karte hue mutter kiya:
“Let’s end this properly.”
---
EXT. NANDITA’S OFFICE – MORNING
Nandita office pahunchti hai.
Entrance pe hi Anisha aur Rahat khade mil jaate hain.
Dono ke chehre pe tension bhi thi aur excitement bhi.
Rahat:
“Ma’am… ready?”
Nandita (deep breath lekar):
“Ready toh kal hi thi. Bas aaj court ready ho.”
Anisha:
“File check ki na? Kuch aur add—”
Nandita (interrupting, soft smile):
“Har chiz teen baar check ki hai. Hum bilkul taiyaar hain.”
Teeno office ke andar chalte hain,
Nandita file ko tightly pakde hue —
jaise ye case sirf ek client ka nahi,
ek ladki ki zindagi ka faisla carry karta ho.
---
CUT TO: INT. BANK – MORNING
Anushka apne bank ka glass door push karke andar aati hai.
Jese hi wo enter karti hai —
purani hi familiarity,
roz ka warm-good-morning atmosphere.
Employees:
“Good morning, ma’am!”
“Good morning Anushka ji!”
“Good morning!”
Anushka ek professional smile ke saath sabko greet karte hue front desk ki taraf badhti hai.
Par aaj uske chehre par ek extra stiffness thi.
Aankhon me tension chupi hui thi —
zahir nahi kar rahi thi,
lekin bohot kuch uske dil me chal raha tha.
Aaj uski ek important meeting thi —
Bank ke regional officers ke saath.
Aur sath hi sath, Avantika ka case uske dimag me baar-baar flash ho raha tha.
Ek employee aake softly bolta hai:
“Ma’am, aaj wali meeting 10 baje confirm ho gayi hai.”
Anushka (light nod, professional tone):
“Okay. Files ready rakhna.”
Wo apni seat par jaake baithti hai,
laptop open karti hai…
par screen par spreadsheets hone ke bawajood,
dil me ek hi thought:
“Court me abhi kya hoga…?”
Uski nazar baar-baar phone par jaa rahi thi.
INT. SESSION COURT – NOON (12:00 PM SHARP)
Courtroom me bheed usual se zyada thi. Aaj Avantika ko pesh kiya jaana tha—
reporter hone ki wajah se media bhi quietly back benches me baitha tha.
Nandita, Anisha, aur Rahat perfect time par court me enter karte hain.
Nandita ke haath me poori bail file ready thi—confident, focused, prepared.
Jab clock ne exactly 12:00 PM strike kiya, clerk awaaz lagata hai:
“Case number 48/21 — State vs. Avantika Singh.”
Judge apni kursi par baith chuka hota hai.
Nandita respectfully aage badhti hai.
---
Judge (smiling lightly):
“Arre Nandita ji, aaj phir?
Kal bhi aap hi kisi case me lad rahi thi.
Chaliye, achha hai… court me aapko dekhna hamesha interesting hota hai.”
Nandita light nod deti hai, lekin aaj uske chehre par koi smile nahi —
sirf responsibility ka bojh.
Judge file check karta hai, phir security officer section ki taraf dekhta hai.
---
Judge:
“Inspector Zeeshan…
pesh kijiye apni muzrim, Avantika ko.
Aaj unki sunwai ka din hai.
Aap log itni late kaise ho gaye?”
Courtroom me sabke nazar Inspector Zeeshan par.
Wo haath baandh kar khada hota hai.
Aankhein jhuki hui.
Awaaz atakti hui.
---
Zeeshan (slow, nervous):
“Ji… wo… Avantika ji…
wo security officer custody se…
bhag gayi, my lord.”
Pura courtroom shock me.
Sab taraf halki si hungama ki fufkar.
Anisha ke muh se halki si awaaz nikalti hai,
Rahat ka dil tezi se dhadakne lagta hai.
Nandita turant aage badhti hai—gusse se tharki hui.
---
Nandita:
“What?! My Lord, yeh kya keh rahe hain?
Meri client inki custody se kaise bhag sakti hai?
Please inse poochiye—yeh mamla kuch aur hi lag raha hai.”
---
Judge:
“Nandita ji, ek minute.
Pehle main baat clear karta hoon.”
Judge Zeeshan ki taraf poora body-turn lekar baat karta hai.
---
Judge (strict tone):
“Inspector sahab, yeh sirf kanoon ka nahi,
ek ladki ki jaan ka sawal hai.
Batayein, hua kya?”
---
Zeeshan (voice trembling):
“Ji… hum use court le aa rahe the.
Phir unhone washroom ke liye gaadi rukwai…
aur pata nahi kab…
kab wo… waha se… bhag gayi, my lord.”
Uske bolte hi Nandita literally phat padti hai.
---
Nandita (angry, firm):
“My Lord, this is nonsense!
Ek fully guarded female detainee washroom se bhag gayi?
Aaj sunwai ka din tha—
yeh sab suspicious nahi lagta aapko?
Zaroor kuch gadbad hui hai!”
Courtroom murmurs erupt again.
Judge call bell bajakar sabko chup karata hai.
---
Judge (cold, authoritative):
“Inspector Zeeshan…
yeh aapki departmental failure hai.
Ek accused ka is tarah se farar ho jaana acceptable nahi.
Court aapse report chahega.”
Judge thoda ruk kar gavel table par tapkata hai.
---
Judge:
“Aur jab tak Avantika pakdi nahi jaati,
unpar non-bailable warrant jaari kiya jaata hai.
Nandita ji… aap apni client ki bail ko ab bhool jaiye.”
Nandita literally freeze ho jati hai.
---
Nandita (shocked, pleading):
“Sir, please… Avantika aisi nahi hai!
Wo imandar hai, reporter hai—
wo kyun bhagegi?
Aise nahi ho sakta!”
---
Judge:
“Court is adjourned.”
Hammer padta hai.
Courtroom khada hota hai.
Sab bahar nikalna shuru.
Nandita waha hi bench par baith jaati hai—
haath se apna matha pakad kar—
jaise uske saare calculations, saare plans
ek second me ulat gaye ho.
Anisha aur Rahat uske paas aa jate hain,
but Nandita ki aankhen ek hi jagah tikki hoti hain—
Inspector Zeeshan.
Wo Zeeshan ki taraf chalti hai,
aankhon me disappointment aur shaque.
---
Nandita (low, sharp):
“Inspector…
agar aapme thodi si bhi imandari bachi hai na…
to Avantika ko bacha lijiyega.
Uski zindagi aapke haath me hai.”
Zeeshan ke chehre par ek guilt-filled stiffness aa jata hai.
Wo aankhon me aankhein nahi mila pata.
Nandita file utha kar court se bahar chal deti hai—
heavy steps, frustrated breath,
aur dil me ek hi thought:
“Avantika… kahaan ho tum?”
INT. ARTI’S HOME LIBRARY – AFTERNOON — SAME DAY
The news court se nikalte hi ek teer ki tarah poore Behen_Code group tak pahunch chuki thi.
Library ka environment ek dum change ho chuka tha—
jahan pehle calm aur books ki khushboo hoti thi,
aaj waha hawa me pure panic, shock aur fear ghul chuke the.
---
Arti
Shelf ke paas khadi thi, haath me ek book,
par uske haath itne shake kar rahe thay ki book girte girte bachi.
Arti (whisper, shaken):
“Avantika… bhag gayi?
Ye… kaise ho sakta hai?
Kal raat tak sab theek tha…”
Uski awaaz me dar, guilt aur disbelief sab mila hua.
---
RAHAT OUTSIDE OF COURT WITH NANDITA AND ANISHA-
Rahat
Apni seat se literally uth kar aage badhti hai—
uska chehra ekdum fear-stricken.
Rahat:
“Nahi… yeh impossible hai.
Avantika khud bhaag jayegi?
Us ladki me itna himmat hi nahi ki wo case chhod kar bhaag jaaye.
Yeh security officer ki kahani jhooti lag rahi hai.”
Rahat ke haath cold pad chuke thay.
Uske dil me ek hi baat echo ho rahi thi—
“Kahin Avantika ke saath kuch hua to nahi…”
---
FOOD ADDA CAFETERIA -
ISHANI
Table ke corner par gusse me fist tight kar ke khadi thi.
Ishaani (angry):
“security officer custody se koi itni aasani se bhaag nahi sakta.
Definitely kuch kiya gaya hai…
Yeh log sab milke cover-up kar rahe hain!”
Uski eyes red ho rahi thi—
frustration, helplessness, aur fear ka mix.
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MONEY FROM HEAVEN BANK-
Anushka
Slowly phone ko side me rakhti hai.
Uske hath abhi bhi thoda tremble kar rahe thay.
Usne deep breath li, lekin uski awaaz bhi kap rahi thi.
Anushka (monologue)
“Kahi yeh Rathod ke logon ne hi nahi kya …
Main guarantee lekhar bolti hoon.
Avantika kabhi bhaag nahi sakti.
She’s too brave and too honest.
Kahin wo… unke paas hi to nahi…”
Uski voice end tak thodi break ho gayi.
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OUTSIDE OF COURT WITH NANDITA AND RAHAT
Anisha
Sabse delicate reaction Anisha ka tha.
Wo chair se dheere se uthti hai,
ankhon me shock aur pani dono jam chuke.
Anisha (soft, trembling):
“Main jaanti thi…
Main jaanti thi uske saath kuch galat ho raha hai…
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Room ka mood
SAB EK SAATH, par completely breakdown ke edge par.
Court ka silence ab heavy ho chuka tha.
Pura area ek hi emotion se bhara tha—
FEAR.
ANGER.
GUILT.
HELPLESSNESS.
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Rahat (determined, low tone):
“Hum Avantika ko dhoondenge.
Court kuch bhi bole—
security officer kuch bhi bole—
hume pata hai wo innocently missing hai.
Silence.
Ek dangerous silence.
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Arti (firm tone, eyes intense):
“Is baar kuch bhi ho jaaye…
Behen_Code rukne wali nahi.
Avantika ko hum hi nikaalenge.”
Camera zooms out—
sari ladkiyan ek tight circle me khadi,
their fear now slowly turning into MISSION MODE.
Scene: Avantika Farmhouse — Silence, Fear, and an Unexpected Change
Raat ka waqt tha. Farmhouse ke ander ek ajeeb sa sannata tha… sirf hawa ki halki si aawaaz aur patton ki khadbadahat.
Avantika bed ke kone par gumshuda si, halki si kaampti hui, dono haath aazad the… chehre par bhi koi patti nahi thi.
Lekin azaadi ka matlab yahan khushi nahi—sirf aur zyada darr tha.
Wo apne knees ko pakad kar bethi thi, aankhon me sujne ki laal si halkaai… jaise raat bhar soyi hi na ho.
Tabhi darwaza dheere se khulta hai.
Footsteps…
Aur farmhouse me entry hoti hai RATHOD ki.
Par is baar na uske chehre par wo gussa tha…
Na wo zimmedari ka bojh…
Na Rathod empire ka ego…
Sirf ek thaka hua insaan khada tha uske saamne.
Avantika ek second ke liye aur zyada khinch jaati hai, darr se apni saanson ko rok leti hai.
Rathod dheere, bahut dheere aage badhta hai.
Rathod (soft tone, bina authority ke):
"Relax… main tumhe chot nahi pahuchaunga."
Usne ek chair khinchi aur Avantika se thodi door baith gaya — door, par approachable, jisse wo safe feel kare.
Aankhon me pehli baar koi insani warmth thi… ya shayad guilt.
Rathod:
"Jo kuch tumne dekha… uski wajah se tumhare saath yeh sab hua.
Tum galat time par galat jagah thi… bas itna hi."
Avantika ki aankhon me paani aa jaata hai, par wo kuch bol nahi pati.
Rathod ne apna coat uthaya, halki si saans bhari:
Rathod:
"Main bad insaan nahi hoon, Avantika.
Situations… aur log… mujhe waisa dikhate hain."
Ek chhota sa pause…
Rathod:
"Mujhe pata hai tum darr rahi ho.
Par main yahan todne nahi…
…samjhane aaya hoon."
Uska voice shaky nahi tha, par heavy zaroor tha—jaise ek aisi baat jo kabhi kisi ko nahi batayi.
Avantika ki ungliyaan hilti hain… par wo ab pehle jaisa extreme fear nahi dikha rahi. Confusion zyada thi.
Rathod dheere se table par ek glass me paani rakhta hai:
Rathod:
"Paani piyogi?"
Avantika ne pehli baar uski taraf dekha.
Aankhon me ab bhi darr tha… par ek chhoti si curiosity, ke Rathod ka yeh version kaun hai?
Wahi Rathod jo court me garajta hai?
Wahi Rathod jo media ke saamne silence me gadi me baith gaya?
Wahi Rathod jiske empire ka naam sunte hi log kaamp jaate hain?
Haalat ajeeb thi—
Na wo cage me band thi… na azad.
Na Rathod villain lag raha tha… na hero.
Scene freeze hota hai at:
Avantika’s trembling eyes looking at a surprisingly humane Rathod.
Rathod ki baat khatam hoti hi room me hawa tak ruk si jaati hai.
Rathod apni kursi se halka sa aage jhukta hai,
tone ab bhi controlled, par andar chhipi desperation clearly visible thi.
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Rathod (slow, firm):
"Avantika… aaj tumhari peshI thi. Court me."
Avantika ek chhoti si gasp leti hai—
jaise uske pairon ke neeche ki zameen phisal gayi ho.
Rathod:
"Par tum to yahan ho.
Court ne tumhare khilaf non-bailable warrant issue kiya hai."
Room me ek second ke liye sirf Avantika ki saanson ki aawaaz reh jaati hai.
Uska dil zor se dhadak raha tha.
Usne kabhi socha bhi nahi tha ke uska naam kisi warrant se juda hoga.
Rathod dheere se khada hota hai,
window ke paas jaakar curtains halki si side karta hai,
phir wapas usi composed voice me bolta hai:
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Rathod:
"Samajhti ho iska matlab?"
(brief pause)
"Chahe main tumhe abhi iss farmhouse se jaane bhi doon…
tum aazad nahi reh sakogi."
Avantika ka hont kaapta hai.
Avantika (halki awaaz me):
"Main… main ne kuch galat nahi kiya…"
Rathod turning back with a slight, tired smile:
Rathod:
"Janta hoon. Isi liye to keh raha hoon…"
He walks closer but stays at a safe distance.
"Is waqt tumhari madad… sirf main kar sakta hoon."
Ek baar ko avantika confused nahi thi—
wo conflicted thi.
Rathod ka tone ab soft nahi,
balke realistic ho gaya tha…
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Rathod (serious, eyes locked on hers):
"Mujhe bata do…
wo videos kahan hain?"
Avantika aankhon ko zaameen par tikka leti hai.
Wo chup hai… lekin uski chuppi ke peeche ek storm chal raha hai.
Rathod dheere se table par uska phone rakhta hai—
screen black, but symbolic threat jaisa.
Rathod:
"Un videos ke bina bhi main case Jeet sakta hu lekin mujhe apne bete ke future ki parwah hai"
(soft but grave)
"Main nahi chahta ki tumhari zindagi barbaad ho.
Tum samajh nahi rahi… kanoon tumhare peechhe pad chuka hain."
Avantika ke aansu cheek par gir jaate hain.
Uski saanson me ghabrahat ab clear thi.
Avantika (broken, whispering):
"Maine… main ne kuch bhi nahi rakha…"
Rathod aankhon me aankhein daal kar bolta hai,
no threat, no shouting, just truth mixed with frustration:
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Rathod:
"Avantika… tumhe pata hai na?"
(slow, dangerous calm)
"Main sab kuch pata laga loonga,
Par agar tum jhoot bol rahi ho…
to tum mujhe rok nahi paogi."
Phir ek unexpected line—soft, emotional:
Rathod:
"Main tumhari dushmani nahi chahta."
Avantika uske honton ko dekhti hai… wo jhut bol raha tha, ya sach?
Uska mind confused…
Uska heartbeat fast…
Aur Rathod ki presence aur zyada overpowering.
Camera zooms on Avantika ke trembling lips—
Will she speak?
Does she even know the real danger?
Scene ends on Avantika’s single tear rolling down…
and Rathod silently waiting for her answer.
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