24-12-2025, 02:59 PM
Update 37
Scene — Anushka’s Urgent Meeting Night (7 PM, Bank Building)
Atmosphere: Empty floors, faint humming of AC, half-lit corridors — perfect eerie silence.
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Bank ki building shaam ko almost khali ho chuki thi.
Clock ne 7:00 PM strike kiya… party wale ne late evening meeting ka time diya tha.
Sare employee ghar ja chuke the.
Bas do log bache the —
ek watchman ground floor par,
aur Anushka, jo apne cabin me thi, glass window ke peeche.
Anushka files close karke phone scroll kar rahi thi…
Messages, email notifications, party ka time…
Sab normal.
Tabhi—
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THUD!
kuch girne ki aawaz.
Anushka ne phone se nazar uthayi…
…window ke glass se bahar dekha…
par waha andhera tha, sirf emergency lights ki halki glow.
Usne socha shayad koi file ya stapler gir gaya hoga.
Wapas phone pe busy.
Phir—
THUD! … THAKK!
Iss baar zyada clear.
Anushka ne irritate hoke cabin se hi awaaz lagayi:
Anushka:
“Hello? Kaun hai? Watchman?”
Silence.
Koi reply nahi.
Wo uneasy ho gayi. Dheere se apni chair se uthti hai, cabin ka glass door kholti hai,
aur corridor me aati hai.
Lights half-dim mode par thi, kaise-kaise flicker kar rahi thi.
Dewar par uske hi shadow ka weird distortion ban raha tha.
Anushka dheere dheere us direction me chalti hai jaha se awaaz aayi thi…
Tabhi—
ZRRRRT!
Bank ki CFL aur tubelight turant blink karne lagti hain.
Band… chalu… band… chalu…
Flicker ki harsh white light pura corridor ko spooky bana deti hai.
Anushka ka saans tez ho jata hai.
Anushka (himmat karke):
“Hello? Kon hai? Majak mat kijiye!”
Koi jawab nahi.
Bas ek… slight paper rustle.
Phir ek corner se —
NOTES (currency bundles) girne ki awaz.
CHHAP!
Anushka ek pal ke liye poori tarah se freeze ho gayi.
Notes?
Yaha?
Itni raat ko?
Wo cautious steps me us direction me badhti hai…
uske heels ki tik-tik empty hall me echo ho rahi thi.
Anushka almost corner par pahuchti hai—
Tabhi SEEDHA peeche se koi zor ka DHAPPA lagata hai.
BAM!
Anushka aage uchhal ke sidha ek wooden table se takrati hai.
Table corner uske mathe se takarta hai
Aur ek sharp warm pain uske sir me fail jata hai.
Uski aankhon ke saamne lights blur hone lagti hain…
Tubelight ki flickering ab dhire dhire ek white haze ban rahi thi…
Uske hoth se sirf ek halki si awaaz nikli:
“Ka… kaun…”
Phir uska body dheere se side ko jhukta hai…
Aur Anushka wahi floor par behosh ho jaati hai.
Lights ek dum band ho jati hain.
Pura bank andhere me doob jaata hai.
Scene — Arti Ki Home Library (Sham Ka Waqt)
Atmosphere: Soft yellow lamp light, purani books ki khushboo, bahar se shaam ki halki hawa. Andar bas tension ka bojh.
---
Arti ne drawing room se dheere se jhaank kar dekha…
uski saas TV dekh rahi thi.
So woh turant apni dupatta sahi karte hue bahane se kehti hai:
Arti:
“Amma ji, main zara library me ho kar aati hoon… dust saaf karni thi thodi.”
Saas ne haath hila diya, bina zyada dhyan diye.
Arti ne chain ki saans li aur jaldi jaldi library ka darwaza khola.
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Inside the Library
Darwaza close hote hi ek heavy silence ne Arti ko chaaron taraf se ghreere liya.
Nandita, Rahat, Ishani aur Anisha already baithi thi—
bookshelf ke paas ek chhoti si round table par.
Sabki nazar ek dusre par nahi —
FLOOR par.
Matlab itna tension tha ki aankhon me bhi chain nahi.
Arti ne dheere se smile karte hue greet kiya:
Arti (softly):
“Sorry late ho gayi… sab theek?”
Lekin koi “theek” nahi tha.
Rahat apne haath dabaye baithi thi, nails andar ghuste hue.
Ishani ki choti choti restless breaths sunaayi de rahi thi.
Anisha ki aankhein laal si— clearly rone se roki hui.
Aur Nandita… documents haath me pakad kar bhi bilkul idle thi. Uska dimaag kahi aur.
Arti unke beech baithti hai. Silence ek baar phir gehra hota hai.
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Rahat (finally breaking):
“Avantika aakhir kaha ho sakti hai? security officer bol rahi hai wo bhag gayi…
Lekin hum sab jaante hain wo bhaagne wali nahi.”
Uski awaaz shaky thi.
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Ishani:
“Yaar ye sab… bilkul wrong lag raha hai.
Court me itna bada drama… phir custody se woh ‘washroom jaake bhag gayi’??”
Ishani sarcastic laugh deti hai, “Seriously?”
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Anisha, jiska dil sabse zyada heavy tha, dheere se bolti hai:
“She must be scared… alone… pata nahi kis haalat me hogi…”
Uski aankh bhar aati hai, wo turant nazar chura leti hai.
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Nandita ne finally deep breath li…
Aur table par rakhe file ko dheere se band kiya.
Nandita (low, firm):
“Avantika ne kuch bhi galat nahi kiya.
Isliye mujhe pura bharosa hai—
wo khud se nahi gayi.
Usse kisi ne le jaya hai… ya rok rakha hai.”
Ye words room me thand si daal dete hain.
Sab ne ek dusre ko dekha.
Fear + frustration + confusion.
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Arti ne apne dono haath table par rakhe, sabko dekhte hue:
Arti:
“Hum sab itna helpless mehsoos kar rahe hain…
Har jagah sawaal hi sawaal hai.
Agar Avantika sach me danger me hai…
To hume jaldi kuch karna padega.”
Library ka soft yellow light sabke worried faces ko aur zyada intense dikhata tha.
Sab ke dil me ek hi baat thi—
Avantika safe hai ya nahi?
Kaha hai?
Kis ke paas hai?
Jawaab… koi nahi.
Bas ek gheri, silent tension… jo sabke beech hawa me latak rahi thi.
Scene — Avantika at the Farmhouse (Night, Silent Room)
Kamra bilkul shaant.
Sirf hawa ki halki si awaaz aur ek dim yellow bulb jo kabhi kabhi flicker ho jata hai.
Avantika bistar ke kone me baithi thi,
ghutne apne seene se lagaye…
Ungliyan bechaini me apne sleeves ko muthi me daba kar kheench rahi thi.
Uske haath ab khule the,
muh par koi patti nahi,
lekin dar…
woh abhi bhi uss chain se zyada sakht tha jo pehle usse baandh rakhti thi.
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Avantika (inner monologue):
“Main kya karu?
Agar videos ke baare me bata diya…
To Rathod mujhe zinda nahi chhodega.
Aur agar bhaag gayi to security officer pakad legi…
Non-bailable warrant…
Main jail se bhi nahi bach sakti…”
Uski saansen heavy ho jaati hain.
Woh apni kamar se thoda seedha hoti hai aur sir pakad leti hai.
Uske dimaag me news headlines echo hone lagte hain—
“Vicky Singh Rathod Arrested”
“Rathod Empire Shares Crash”
“Reporter Avantika Sharma Missing?”
Wo sab kuch jaanti thi.
Humesha se — industry ke bade logon ke greed ko samajh jaane wali Avantika…
Aaj khud unke trap me phasi hui thi.
Uske dimag me Rathod ki aakhri baatein ghoom rahi thi:
“Tum bata do videos kaha hain… tumhe ghar chhod dunga.”
Avantika ko pata tha—
Ye jhoot tha.
Bohot bada jhoot.
Rathod ke bete ki giraftari se jo share market neeche gaya,
jo empire hil gaya—
Avantika jaanti thi ki uske paas ab do cheezein nahi hain:
Option
aur
Trust.
---
Woh aankhon ko band kar leti hai…
Do pal ke liye bas silence.
Phir dheere se apne aap se bolti hai:
Avantika (whisper):
“Na security officer… na Rathod…
Main kisi pe bharosa nahi kar sakti.”
Uski aankhon me aansu jamte hain.
Woh unhe rokne ki koshish karti hai…
Lekin ek aansu phisal kar uski gaal par gir hi jata hai.
Pura kamra uske darr aur confusion ka echo ban gaya tha.
Ek taraf Rathod ka power…
Dusri taraf kanoon ka system jisme wo phas chuki thi…
Aur beech me woh — bilkul akeli, bilkul bandh, bilkul uljhi.
Avantika ka dimaag bas ek hi cheez soch raha tha:
“Main kis taraf jaun… jaha se maut na mile?”
Scene — Rathod, Late Night, Hotel Room
Hotel ka kamra dim yellow lights me dooba hua tha.
Curtains aadhe khule the, sheher ka halke neeli roshni ka ek stripe floor par gir raha tha.
Floor par bikhre huye kapde…
Ek expensive blazer ek side, ek mahenga gown, bra and panty, cufflinks carpet par gire huye…
Coffee table par half-filled glass…
Room ka temperature heavy tha, jaise hawa me hi tension ghul chuki ho.
Us dim light me ek silhouette dikh raha tha—
Ek ladki ka shadow, jo upar-niche hote rhythm me hil raha tha.
Room me bas moaning aur faint breathing ki mix aawazein goonj rahi thi… Ahhhh ahhhh ahhhh ahhhh ahhhh ahhhh ohhhh shittt ummm yesss yesss yesss ahhhh ahhhh
Camera gradually move karta hai… Rathod ke face par,
Ek ladki uske lode ki sawari kar rahi thi... Uske uchhalte boobs , hilte hair or room me chhap chhap ki aawaz... Pura room sex ka adda bana hua tha or wo ladki bhi maze me choor rathod ki sawari kar rahi thi, lekin Rathod ke chehre ki is waqt hawa udi hui thi, use apne bete ki chinta ke sath apne girte share ki or empire ki tension jyada thi... Rathod kisi soch me dooba tha ki ladki use kiss karne ke liye us par jhukti hai, rathod jo tension me tha us ladki ko irritate hoke apne upar se hata deta hai.... Ladki niche floor par gir padti hai ek ahhh ki aawaz ke sath, Rathod bed se uth jata hai or table par rakhi bottle utha leta hai or Room ki khidki ke paas jake khada ho jata hai,
Picche floor par giri ladki uthti hai or apni dress pehen ne lagti hai or bolti hai Rathod, aage se mera mood spoil mat karna... Husband se 100 jhoot bol kar aati hu...
Rathod ki aankhein mirror me apna chehra dekh kar bilkul alag hi kahani suna rahi thi—
thakaan, frustration, aur ek khokli jeet ka ehsaas.
Woh ek sip leta hai whiskey ka…
Aur us moaning se bhare kamre me bhi uske andar ka chaos bilkul chup tha.
Iss waqt uske liye sab kuch
business, empire, aur Avantika
ek dangerous whirlpool ban chuka tha
Wo ladki apni gardan node karte huye chali jati hai
Aur woh khidki se bahar dekhte hue sirf ek baat soch raha tha:
“Vicky… main tujhe waha se nikal kar hi rahunga.”
Scene — Ishani ka Café (Evening Hustle & Low Light)
Café ke corner table par Ishani aur Humera baithi hui hain.
Dono ke haath me coffee cups, lekin kisi ne sip nahi liya.
Dono ke chehre par tension ki ek gehri lakeer.
Café me halki si rush hai, background me light chatter aur crockery ki awaaz chal rahi hai—but
Ishani aur Humera ka conversation us sab se alag, bilkul intense.
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Humera:
(Concerned tone)
“Ishani… Avantika ka koi pata hi nahi chal raha.
security officer bol rahi hai wo bhag gayi… mujhe to yakeen hi nahi ho raha.”
Ishani:
(Cup ko ghumate hue)
“Hume bhi nahi ho raha.
Aur honestly… Vicky ka case baad me bhi handle ho sakta hai.
Avantika pehle priority hai.
Wo hi humare liye sabse important link hai.”
Humera sirf uski baat sun kar slowly head nod karti hai.
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Ishani (thinking mode):
“Huma… humare paas vedios toh hain…
par sirf vedios ki wajah se koi Avantika ko uthwa lega?
Aur Rathod jaise aadmi ke liye vedios kisi technician se recover karna koi badi baat nahi…
Vicky usme directly kuch karta hua dikh nahi raha…”
Humera thoda surprise hoti hai.
Humera:
“Matlab tu keh rahi… reason kuch aur bhi ho sakta hai?”
Ishani cup ko side me rakhti hai.
Uska chehra serious.
Eyes narrowed, jaise ek puzzle solve kar rahi ho.
Ishani:
“Exactly.
Shayad baat sirf leak, footage, ya viral clip ki nahi hai…
Shayad Avantika ke paas kuch aur bhi tha.
Koi bada clue… koi info…
Jo hum nahi jaante.”
Humera silent ho jati hai, sirf Ishani ko dekhte hue.
Ishani (deeply):
“Ye case itna simple nahi hai Huma…
Vedios ke alawa… kuch aur bhi hai.
Jo sirf Avantika hi bata sakti hai.
Aur jab tak wo mil nahi jaati…
hamara next step clear hi nahi hoga.”
Camera slowly Ishani ke intense face par zoom-in karta hai—
uski aankhon me calculation, doubt aur ek developing strategy.
Scene fade-out with their silent tension.
Evening Scene – Rahat at the Radio Station
Studio ki halki si neeli lights, console ke upar lage meters ka slow blink, aur headphone ke andar chalti halki background music…
Lekin aaj Rahat ka vibe bilkul alag tha.
Usually, uski voice me woh warmth hoti hai jo listener ko apne saath baandh leti hai. Par aaj—
Her voice sounded tired.
Odd pauses.
Missing energy.
Missing Rahat-ness.
Mic ke peeche baithi hui, wo script ko dekh rahi thi… par words usse focus nahi ho rahe the.
Uske peeche producer cabin ka glass… wahan se Atul, uska senior producer, usse baar-baar dekhta hua sir hila raha tha — ishaara:
“Kya hua? Everything okay?”
Par Rahat bas forced smile deti.
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ON AIR LIGHT – RED
“Yeh tha aaj ka request number… aur…”
Uski voice crack hoti hai.
Wo thoda rukti hai.
Console room ki intern girl, Meera, apne headphone utaar kar halki si concerned awaaz me kehti hai:
Meera: “Rahat di… you okay? Aap lag nahi rahe ho… aapka mood—”
Rahat (weak smile): “Haan haan… I’m fine. On-air hoon… baad me baat karte hain.”
Par uski aankhon ke neeche halka sa stress, forehead pe tension lines… sab kuch bol raha tha ki wo theek nahi hai.
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BREAK ke dauran
ON AIR sign off hota hai… music queue play hoti hai.
Rahat headphone nikaal ke table par rakhti hai aur ek gehri saans leti hai.
Atul (studio me aate hue):
“Rahat… tum usually show me jaan daal deti ho. Aaj aisa lag raha hai jaise tum yahan ho hi nahi.”
Rahat kuch bolti nahi. Sirf coffee cup utha kar haath me ghumati rehti hai.
Atul: “Agar kuch problem hai… we can talk. Tumhari energy aaj… scary low hai.”
Rahat dheere se sir hila kar kehti hai:
Rahat: “Bas… kuch personal chal raha hai. Try kar rahi hoon handle karne ki.”
Uski voice me woh dard tha jo kisi apne ke saath hua ho…
Dimaag me Avantika ka case,Vicky ka truth… aur sabse zyada —
apne ghar ka pressure.
Har cheez ek saath us par gir rahi thi.
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Tabhi console par light blink hoti hai—
incoming live request message.
Message me likha tha:
> “Rahat… aaj aapki awaaz me udaasi lag rahi hai. Aap theek hain na?
Hum roz aapko sunne aate hain kyunki aapki voice positive energy deti hai.
Aaj lag raha hai aapko hi kisi ki zarurat hai…”
Rahat message padh kar thodi freeze ho jaati hai.
Ek halka sa, broken sa smile… aur aankhon me moisture.
Rahat (slow whisper): “Haan… maybe mujhe hi zarurat hai.”
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Camera zooms out:
Studio ki dim light me baithi Rahat…
Mic ke saath, par khud se ladti hui…
Confused, stressed, emotional.
Aur iss scene ke end me bas ek cheez clear hai —
Rahat theek nahi hai.
Aur team ko pata bhi nahi… ki unki strongest member sabse zyada toot rahi hai.
Scene — Anushka’s Urgent Meeting Night (7 PM, Bank Building)
Atmosphere: Empty floors, faint humming of AC, half-lit corridors — perfect eerie silence.
---
Bank ki building shaam ko almost khali ho chuki thi.
Clock ne 7:00 PM strike kiya… party wale ne late evening meeting ka time diya tha.
Sare employee ghar ja chuke the.
Bas do log bache the —
ek watchman ground floor par,
aur Anushka, jo apne cabin me thi, glass window ke peeche.
Anushka files close karke phone scroll kar rahi thi…
Messages, email notifications, party ka time…
Sab normal.
Tabhi—
---
THUD!
kuch girne ki aawaz.
Anushka ne phone se nazar uthayi…
…window ke glass se bahar dekha…
par waha andhera tha, sirf emergency lights ki halki glow.
Usne socha shayad koi file ya stapler gir gaya hoga.
Wapas phone pe busy.
Phir—
THUD! … THAKK!
Iss baar zyada clear.
Anushka ne irritate hoke cabin se hi awaaz lagayi:
Anushka:
“Hello? Kaun hai? Watchman?”
Silence.
Koi reply nahi.
Wo uneasy ho gayi. Dheere se apni chair se uthti hai, cabin ka glass door kholti hai,
aur corridor me aati hai.
Lights half-dim mode par thi, kaise-kaise flicker kar rahi thi.
Dewar par uske hi shadow ka weird distortion ban raha tha.
Anushka dheere dheere us direction me chalti hai jaha se awaaz aayi thi…
Tabhi—
ZRRRRT!
Bank ki CFL aur tubelight turant blink karne lagti hain.
Band… chalu… band… chalu…
Flicker ki harsh white light pura corridor ko spooky bana deti hai.
Anushka ka saans tez ho jata hai.
Anushka (himmat karke):
“Hello? Kon hai? Majak mat kijiye!”
Koi jawab nahi.
Bas ek… slight paper rustle.
Phir ek corner se —
NOTES (currency bundles) girne ki awaz.
CHHAP!
Anushka ek pal ke liye poori tarah se freeze ho gayi.
Notes?
Yaha?
Itni raat ko?
Wo cautious steps me us direction me badhti hai…
uske heels ki tik-tik empty hall me echo ho rahi thi.
Anushka almost corner par pahuchti hai—
Tabhi SEEDHA peeche se koi zor ka DHAPPA lagata hai.
BAM!
Anushka aage uchhal ke sidha ek wooden table se takrati hai.
Table corner uske mathe se takarta hai
Aur ek sharp warm pain uske sir me fail jata hai.
Uski aankhon ke saamne lights blur hone lagti hain…
Tubelight ki flickering ab dhire dhire ek white haze ban rahi thi…
Uske hoth se sirf ek halki si awaaz nikli:
“Ka… kaun…”
Phir uska body dheere se side ko jhukta hai…
Aur Anushka wahi floor par behosh ho jaati hai.
Lights ek dum band ho jati hain.
Pura bank andhere me doob jaata hai.
Scene — Arti Ki Home Library (Sham Ka Waqt)
Atmosphere: Soft yellow lamp light, purani books ki khushboo, bahar se shaam ki halki hawa. Andar bas tension ka bojh.
---
Arti ne drawing room se dheere se jhaank kar dekha…
uski saas TV dekh rahi thi.
So woh turant apni dupatta sahi karte hue bahane se kehti hai:
Arti:
“Amma ji, main zara library me ho kar aati hoon… dust saaf karni thi thodi.”
Saas ne haath hila diya, bina zyada dhyan diye.
Arti ne chain ki saans li aur jaldi jaldi library ka darwaza khola.
---
Inside the Library
Darwaza close hote hi ek heavy silence ne Arti ko chaaron taraf se ghreere liya.
Nandita, Rahat, Ishani aur Anisha already baithi thi—
bookshelf ke paas ek chhoti si round table par.
Sabki nazar ek dusre par nahi —
FLOOR par.
Matlab itna tension tha ki aankhon me bhi chain nahi.
Arti ne dheere se smile karte hue greet kiya:
Arti (softly):
“Sorry late ho gayi… sab theek?”
Lekin koi “theek” nahi tha.
Rahat apne haath dabaye baithi thi, nails andar ghuste hue.
Ishani ki choti choti restless breaths sunaayi de rahi thi.
Anisha ki aankhein laal si— clearly rone se roki hui.
Aur Nandita… documents haath me pakad kar bhi bilkul idle thi. Uska dimaag kahi aur.
Arti unke beech baithti hai. Silence ek baar phir gehra hota hai.
---
Rahat (finally breaking):
“Avantika aakhir kaha ho sakti hai? security officer bol rahi hai wo bhag gayi…
Lekin hum sab jaante hain wo bhaagne wali nahi.”
Uski awaaz shaky thi.
---
Ishani:
“Yaar ye sab… bilkul wrong lag raha hai.
Court me itna bada drama… phir custody se woh ‘washroom jaake bhag gayi’??”
Ishani sarcastic laugh deti hai, “Seriously?”
---
Anisha, jiska dil sabse zyada heavy tha, dheere se bolti hai:
“She must be scared… alone… pata nahi kis haalat me hogi…”
Uski aankh bhar aati hai, wo turant nazar chura leti hai.
---
Nandita ne finally deep breath li…
Aur table par rakhe file ko dheere se band kiya.
Nandita (low, firm):
“Avantika ne kuch bhi galat nahi kiya.
Isliye mujhe pura bharosa hai—
wo khud se nahi gayi.
Usse kisi ne le jaya hai… ya rok rakha hai.”
Ye words room me thand si daal dete hain.
Sab ne ek dusre ko dekha.
Fear + frustration + confusion.
---
Arti ne apne dono haath table par rakhe, sabko dekhte hue:
Arti:
“Hum sab itna helpless mehsoos kar rahe hain…
Har jagah sawaal hi sawaal hai.
Agar Avantika sach me danger me hai…
To hume jaldi kuch karna padega.”
Library ka soft yellow light sabke worried faces ko aur zyada intense dikhata tha.
Sab ke dil me ek hi baat thi—
Avantika safe hai ya nahi?
Kaha hai?
Kis ke paas hai?
Jawaab… koi nahi.
Bas ek gheri, silent tension… jo sabke beech hawa me latak rahi thi.
Scene — Avantika at the Farmhouse (Night, Silent Room)
Kamra bilkul shaant.
Sirf hawa ki halki si awaaz aur ek dim yellow bulb jo kabhi kabhi flicker ho jata hai.
Avantika bistar ke kone me baithi thi,
ghutne apne seene se lagaye…
Ungliyan bechaini me apne sleeves ko muthi me daba kar kheench rahi thi.
Uske haath ab khule the,
muh par koi patti nahi,
lekin dar…
woh abhi bhi uss chain se zyada sakht tha jo pehle usse baandh rakhti thi.
---
Avantika (inner monologue):
“Main kya karu?
Agar videos ke baare me bata diya…
To Rathod mujhe zinda nahi chhodega.
Aur agar bhaag gayi to security officer pakad legi…
Non-bailable warrant…
Main jail se bhi nahi bach sakti…”
Uski saansen heavy ho jaati hain.
Woh apni kamar se thoda seedha hoti hai aur sir pakad leti hai.
Uske dimaag me news headlines echo hone lagte hain—
“Vicky Singh Rathod Arrested”
“Rathod Empire Shares Crash”
“Reporter Avantika Sharma Missing?”
Wo sab kuch jaanti thi.
Humesha se — industry ke bade logon ke greed ko samajh jaane wali Avantika…
Aaj khud unke trap me phasi hui thi.
Uske dimag me Rathod ki aakhri baatein ghoom rahi thi:
“Tum bata do videos kaha hain… tumhe ghar chhod dunga.”
Avantika ko pata tha—
Ye jhoot tha.
Bohot bada jhoot.
Rathod ke bete ki giraftari se jo share market neeche gaya,
jo empire hil gaya—
Avantika jaanti thi ki uske paas ab do cheezein nahi hain:
Option
aur
Trust.
---
Woh aankhon ko band kar leti hai…
Do pal ke liye bas silence.
Phir dheere se apne aap se bolti hai:
Avantika (whisper):
“Na security officer… na Rathod…
Main kisi pe bharosa nahi kar sakti.”
Uski aankhon me aansu jamte hain.
Woh unhe rokne ki koshish karti hai…
Lekin ek aansu phisal kar uski gaal par gir hi jata hai.
Pura kamra uske darr aur confusion ka echo ban gaya tha.
Ek taraf Rathod ka power…
Dusri taraf kanoon ka system jisme wo phas chuki thi…
Aur beech me woh — bilkul akeli, bilkul bandh, bilkul uljhi.
Avantika ka dimaag bas ek hi cheez soch raha tha:
“Main kis taraf jaun… jaha se maut na mile?”
Scene — Rathod, Late Night, Hotel Room
Hotel ka kamra dim yellow lights me dooba hua tha.
Curtains aadhe khule the, sheher ka halke neeli roshni ka ek stripe floor par gir raha tha.
Floor par bikhre huye kapde…
Ek expensive blazer ek side, ek mahenga gown, bra and panty, cufflinks carpet par gire huye…
Coffee table par half-filled glass…
Room ka temperature heavy tha, jaise hawa me hi tension ghul chuki ho.
Us dim light me ek silhouette dikh raha tha—
Ek ladki ka shadow, jo upar-niche hote rhythm me hil raha tha.
Room me bas moaning aur faint breathing ki mix aawazein goonj rahi thi… Ahhhh ahhhh ahhhh ahhhh ahhhh ahhhh ohhhh shittt ummm yesss yesss yesss ahhhh ahhhh
Camera gradually move karta hai… Rathod ke face par,
Ek ladki uske lode ki sawari kar rahi thi... Uske uchhalte boobs , hilte hair or room me chhap chhap ki aawaz... Pura room sex ka adda bana hua tha or wo ladki bhi maze me choor rathod ki sawari kar rahi thi, lekin Rathod ke chehre ki is waqt hawa udi hui thi, use apne bete ki chinta ke sath apne girte share ki or empire ki tension jyada thi... Rathod kisi soch me dooba tha ki ladki use kiss karne ke liye us par jhukti hai, rathod jo tension me tha us ladki ko irritate hoke apne upar se hata deta hai.... Ladki niche floor par gir padti hai ek ahhh ki aawaz ke sath, Rathod bed se uth jata hai or table par rakhi bottle utha leta hai or Room ki khidki ke paas jake khada ho jata hai,
Picche floor par giri ladki uthti hai or apni dress pehen ne lagti hai or bolti hai Rathod, aage se mera mood spoil mat karna... Husband se 100 jhoot bol kar aati hu...
Rathod ki aankhein mirror me apna chehra dekh kar bilkul alag hi kahani suna rahi thi—
thakaan, frustration, aur ek khokli jeet ka ehsaas.
Woh ek sip leta hai whiskey ka…
Aur us moaning se bhare kamre me bhi uske andar ka chaos bilkul chup tha.
Iss waqt uske liye sab kuch
business, empire, aur Avantika
ek dangerous whirlpool ban chuka tha
Wo ladki apni gardan node karte huye chali jati hai
Aur woh khidki se bahar dekhte hue sirf ek baat soch raha tha:
“Vicky… main tujhe waha se nikal kar hi rahunga.”
Scene — Ishani ka Café (Evening Hustle & Low Light)
Café ke corner table par Ishani aur Humera baithi hui hain.
Dono ke haath me coffee cups, lekin kisi ne sip nahi liya.
Dono ke chehre par tension ki ek gehri lakeer.
Café me halki si rush hai, background me light chatter aur crockery ki awaaz chal rahi hai—but
Ishani aur Humera ka conversation us sab se alag, bilkul intense.
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Humera:
(Concerned tone)
“Ishani… Avantika ka koi pata hi nahi chal raha.
security officer bol rahi hai wo bhag gayi… mujhe to yakeen hi nahi ho raha.”
Ishani:
(Cup ko ghumate hue)
“Hume bhi nahi ho raha.
Aur honestly… Vicky ka case baad me bhi handle ho sakta hai.
Avantika pehle priority hai.
Wo hi humare liye sabse important link hai.”
Humera sirf uski baat sun kar slowly head nod karti hai.
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Ishani (thinking mode):
“Huma… humare paas vedios toh hain…
par sirf vedios ki wajah se koi Avantika ko uthwa lega?
Aur Rathod jaise aadmi ke liye vedios kisi technician se recover karna koi badi baat nahi…
Vicky usme directly kuch karta hua dikh nahi raha…”
Humera thoda surprise hoti hai.
Humera:
“Matlab tu keh rahi… reason kuch aur bhi ho sakta hai?”
Ishani cup ko side me rakhti hai.
Uska chehra serious.
Eyes narrowed, jaise ek puzzle solve kar rahi ho.
Ishani:
“Exactly.
Shayad baat sirf leak, footage, ya viral clip ki nahi hai…
Shayad Avantika ke paas kuch aur bhi tha.
Koi bada clue… koi info…
Jo hum nahi jaante.”
Humera silent ho jati hai, sirf Ishani ko dekhte hue.
Ishani (deeply):
“Ye case itna simple nahi hai Huma…
Vedios ke alawa… kuch aur bhi hai.
Jo sirf Avantika hi bata sakti hai.
Aur jab tak wo mil nahi jaati…
hamara next step clear hi nahi hoga.”
Camera slowly Ishani ke intense face par zoom-in karta hai—
uski aankhon me calculation, doubt aur ek developing strategy.
Scene fade-out with their silent tension.
Evening Scene – Rahat at the Radio Station
Studio ki halki si neeli lights, console ke upar lage meters ka slow blink, aur headphone ke andar chalti halki background music…
Lekin aaj Rahat ka vibe bilkul alag tha.
Usually, uski voice me woh warmth hoti hai jo listener ko apne saath baandh leti hai. Par aaj—
Her voice sounded tired.
Odd pauses.
Missing energy.
Missing Rahat-ness.
Mic ke peeche baithi hui, wo script ko dekh rahi thi… par words usse focus nahi ho rahe the.
Uske peeche producer cabin ka glass… wahan se Atul, uska senior producer, usse baar-baar dekhta hua sir hila raha tha — ishaara:
“Kya hua? Everything okay?”
Par Rahat bas forced smile deti.
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ON AIR LIGHT – RED
“Yeh tha aaj ka request number… aur…”
Uski voice crack hoti hai.
Wo thoda rukti hai.
Console room ki intern girl, Meera, apne headphone utaar kar halki si concerned awaaz me kehti hai:
Meera: “Rahat di… you okay? Aap lag nahi rahe ho… aapka mood—”
Rahat (weak smile): “Haan haan… I’m fine. On-air hoon… baad me baat karte hain.”
Par uski aankhon ke neeche halka sa stress, forehead pe tension lines… sab kuch bol raha tha ki wo theek nahi hai.
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BREAK ke dauran
ON AIR sign off hota hai… music queue play hoti hai.
Rahat headphone nikaal ke table par rakhti hai aur ek gehri saans leti hai.
Atul (studio me aate hue):
“Rahat… tum usually show me jaan daal deti ho. Aaj aisa lag raha hai jaise tum yahan ho hi nahi.”
Rahat kuch bolti nahi. Sirf coffee cup utha kar haath me ghumati rehti hai.
Atul: “Agar kuch problem hai… we can talk. Tumhari energy aaj… scary low hai.”
Rahat dheere se sir hila kar kehti hai:
Rahat: “Bas… kuch personal chal raha hai. Try kar rahi hoon handle karne ki.”
Uski voice me woh dard tha jo kisi apne ke saath hua ho…
Dimaag me Avantika ka case,Vicky ka truth… aur sabse zyada —
apne ghar ka pressure.
Har cheez ek saath us par gir rahi thi.
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Tabhi console par light blink hoti hai—
incoming live request message.
Message me likha tha:
> “Rahat… aaj aapki awaaz me udaasi lag rahi hai. Aap theek hain na?
Hum roz aapko sunne aate hain kyunki aapki voice positive energy deti hai.
Aaj lag raha hai aapko hi kisi ki zarurat hai…”
Rahat message padh kar thodi freeze ho jaati hai.
Ek halka sa, broken sa smile… aur aankhon me moisture.
Rahat (slow whisper): “Haan… maybe mujhe hi zarurat hai.”
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Camera zooms out:
Studio ki dim light me baithi Rahat…
Mic ke saath, par khud se ladti hui…
Confused, stressed, emotional.
Aur iss scene ke end me bas ek cheez clear hai —
Rahat theek nahi hai.
Aur team ko pata bhi nahi… ki unki strongest member sabse zyada toot rahi hai.
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