24-12-2025, 03:10 PM
Update 40
NEXT MORNING — BEHEN_CODE MEETING
Location: Aaji ka Purana, Warm, Peaceful Ghar — Par Atmosphere Bohot Tense
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SCENE BEGINS
Subah ki halki dhoop Aaji ke verandah me gir rahi thi.
Andar, ek badi dining table ke charo taraf Rahat, Ishani, Anisha, Arti, Nandita aur Humera baithi hui hain.
Table par documents, papers, USB, cutting — sab kuch spread out tha.
Coffee ki halki khushboo, lekin chehre par ghabrahat.
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Rahat (USB aur folded papers table par rakhte hue):
“Kal Avantika ke ghar me mujhe ye milaa… sab tum log dekh lo.”
Wo agreement ko table ke beech me rakhti hai.
Aadhi hawa chalti hai — paper ke corner hilte hain.
Sab jhuk kar dekhte hain.
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THE AGREEMENT REVEALED
Nandita document haath me leti hai…
Ek pal ke liye uski bhavon me tension aa jati hai.
Nandita:
“Yeh… yeh koi chhota mota paper nahi hai.
Yeh major evacuation agreement lag raha hai.
Aur… yeh signatures? Bahot logon ka naam hai isme…”
She flips to the back page.
Signatures… dozens of them.
Sab chup.
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Humera paper uthati hai aur list padhti jaati hai…
Ek point par uske haath ruk jaate hain.
Uski saans tez ho jaati hai.
Ishani:
“Kya hua? Kuch mila?”
Humera (shock me):
“Yeh… yeh naam… yeh meri Dadi ka hai.”
Table par complete silence.
Nandita turant uske haath se paper le leti hai.
Nandita:
“Let me see…
(naam check karti hai)
Haan… yeh naam to spaṣht likha hai.
Tumhari dadi bhi isme signatory hain.”
Sab Humera ki taraf mudkar dekhte hain.
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INTERROGATION MOMENT
Rahat:
“Humera… tumhari dadi ka yahan naam kaise?
Is agreement me koi badi baat chhupi hai.”
Humera (confused, helpless, almost guilty):
“Mujhe… mujhe kuch bhi nahi pata.
Main to vacation par yaha aayi hoon…
Meri dadi ka Rathod Ventures ke saath kya connection… mujhe bilkul nahi maloom…”
Woh genuinely disturbed lagti hai.
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Nandita:
“Toh ab yeh sirf tumhari dadi hi bata sakti hain.
Wo hi jaan sakti hain ki yeh signature kaise aur kyun kiya gaya.”
Humera (tension me):
“Lekin wo to… behosh hain itne dino se.”
Room me ek aur silence.
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Ishani (slowly, thinking mode me):
“Phir tumhare ghar se hi…
kuch aur pata chal sakta hai.”
Humera use dekh kar thoda unsure hoti hai…
par Ishani ke tone me sachchai thi.
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Arti Jo Ab Tak Chup Thi, Awaaz Nikalti Hai
Arti ne ab tak bohot dhyan se sab suna tha.
Ab wo table par hath rakh kar bolti hai:
Arti:
“Hume Rathod Ventures ke is project ka saara sach pata lagana hoga.
Rathod ka Humera ki dadi se rishta kya hai…
yeh sab kuch linked lagta hai.
Isme kuch personal bhi hai. Bahot personal.”
Sab use dekhte hain —
Arti ke tone me ek alag hi certainty thi.
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Rahat ka Dusra Set of Clues
Rahat apne bag se USB aur newspaper cuttings deti hai.
Purane cutting table par spread ho jaate hain:
“Local Civilians Protest Against Rathod Ventures”
“Rathod’s Mega Project: The New India?”
“Bangurr Colony Ko Jaldi Empty Karne Ka Order”
Kuch cuttings Rathod ke favour me bhi thi.
Rahat:
“Mujhe ye sab hall me TV table ke drawer me mile.
Ye kisi random ghar ka kachra nahi…
yeh evidence hai.”
Sab papers ko ek-ek kar inspect karte hain.
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NANDITA TAKES CHARGE
Nandita USB ko apne folder me carefully slip karti hai.
Nandita:
“Isme definitely kuch bada hoga.
Digital records kabhi jhoot nahi bolte.”
Woh khadi hoti hai, scarf adjust karte hue.
Nandita:
“Mujhe court jana hoga.
Humare paas time bohot kam hai.
Tum sab jitna ho sake utna data collect karo…
Har clue—small or big—important ho sakta hai.”
She looks at all five girls:
“Aaj se ye case rapid mode me jaayega.”
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Cut to Black. Scene End.
RATHOD — POWER ROOM SCENE
Location: Rathod Ventures – 27th Floor, Executive Meeting Room
(Cold glass walls, giant digital screen, 18-seater black table, dim corporate lights)
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Scene Begins
Room me ek dead silence.
Ek bada digital map screen par ON hai — Bangurr Colony Redevelopment Project ka blueprint.
Rathod head chair par baitha hai —
Grey suit, silver cufflinks, ek arrogant confidence… jaise world uska ho.
Board members sidhe-sidhe, files open kiye baithe hue.
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Rathod (leaning back, bored yet dangerous tone):
“Presentation shuru karo.”
Ek junior starts explaining graph, numbers, deadlines…
Rathod bas dekh raha hai,
lekin uski eyes me zero patience.
Rathod turant table par pen patakta hai
Room me sab chup.
Rathod uth kar screen ke paas chala jata hai,
points at blueprint
Rathod:
“Mujhe result chahiye.
Court, colony, protest — kuch bhi ho…
yeh project mere business ka spine hai.”
Phir board ki taraf mudta hai:
Rathod (arrogant smirk ke saath):
“Aisi presentation banao ki saala wo madarchod Chung ki bund fat jaye.
Samjhe sab?”
Room me halki si suppressed laugh —
sab log ek dusre ko dekh kar smirk karte hain.
Koi bhi Rathod ke saamne openly hass nahi sakta,
lekin sab uski language ke aadat waale hain.
MEETING ENDS
Board members files band karte hain,
chair push karte hain,
aur dheere-dheere room se nikal jaate hain.
Door close hota hai.
Room me sirf Rathod.
Ek deep breath.
Woh phone uthata hai,
speed dial press karta hai.
CALL — Lawyer
Rathod (cold, dangerous calm):
“Dekho…
Mera beta meri jaan hai.
Aur mera business… mera nasha.”
pause
“Ye dono ek doosre se alag hain.
Main ek ki wajah se dusra kharab nahi hone dunga.
Samjha?”
Lawyer kuch bolta hai, Rathod interrupt kar deta hai.
Rathod:
“Just fix it.
Main naam kharab nahi hone dunga… kisi bhi halat me.”
Woh bina bye bole phone cut kar deta hai
aur phone table par throw jaise rakhta hai.
Camera uske intense stare par freeze hota hai.
Scene END.
Scene — Rathod ka Farmhouse, Basement Room
(Dim yellow bulb, concrete walls, ek cot, ek steel chair, ek chhota sa window jahan se sirf hawa aati hai, roshni nahi.)
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Avantika — Still, Silent, Waiting
Avantika cot par baithi hai.
Haath bandhe nahi hain… par jaise bandhe ho.
Aankhon ke neeche halka sa dark circle,
lekin chehra bilkul expression-less.
Na hansi,
na rona,
sirf ek thaka hua sa sukoon…
jaise wo har emotion khatam kar chuki ho.
Room me ek CCTV camera red light blink karta hai.
Avantika ek lambe sa saans leti hai
aur chhat ko dekhte hue flashback me chale jaati hai.
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FLASHBACK — Avantika’s Old Life
1. Parents
Ek quick montage:
Papa ki hasi
Maa ki god me baith kar TV dekhna
college function, Papa front seat me clap karte hue
Maa ki awaaz: “Avi, tu kitni strong hai.”
Suddenly montage cut hoti hai —
kal ka jaise dard wapas aa jata hai.
Accident.
Ambulance.
White bedsheet.
Lonely apartment.
Avantika aankhein band kar leti hai.
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2. Her TV Channel Life
Flashback second phase:
Studio ki ek badi glass window
She is in anchor desk, spotlight uske face par
Mic adjust karte hue ek confident smile
Producer clap karte: “Break ke baad segment two!”
Avantika anchoring karte waqt bold, powerful, fearless.
“Good evening viewers, I’m Avantika Sharma— bringing you the truth, unapologetically.”
Phir ek quick cut —
corruption expose, threatening calls,
Rathod Venture ke case me jab wo too deep chali gayi thi,
tab se hi uska downfall shuru hua tha.
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BACK TO PRESENT — FARMHOUSE
Avantika blink karti hai…
jaise reality me wapas aayi ho.
Woh quietly bed ke kone par baith kar khidki ki taraf dekhti hai
jahan se sirf hawa ka ek halka jhonka aa raha hai.
Uske lips halka sa move karte hain:
Avantika (slow whisper):
“I hope… sab kuch sahi ho jaye.”
Ek second rukti hai.
Halka sa smile… bilkul dard wala smile.
Avantika:
“Rahat… Nandita…
tum log mujhe bhule nahi hoge…
mujhe pata hai.”
Uski aankhon me ek chhota sa determination jhalakta hai—
jaise woh ab bhi haar nahi maani.
Camera piche hota hai…
CCTV red light blink…
avantika still…
room silent.
Scene: Arti ki Library — Shaam ka halka sa udaas, thoda busy mahaul
Library me shaant sa mahaul tha. Hawa me purani kitaabon ki khushboo, aur Arti apne counter par baithi files aur register dekh rahi thi. Chehre par halka sa tension… case ki tension alag, ghar ki tension alag.
Wo apne aap se hi halki si thakawat bhari awaaz me bol rahi thi—
Arti (slow sigh):
“Shaam ko kya banau… maa ji ko to kuch bhi pasand nahi aata… Kal bhi taunt maar rahi thi…
Aur yeh Anuraag bhi! Bola hi nahi ki khana nahi khayega… aadha khana bacha reh gaya tha.”
Wo register palat kar likhne lagti hai, par dimaag ghar aur case ki problems me fasaa hua.
Tabhi…
Library ka darwaza halki si khatkhatahat ke saath khulta hai.
Arti sir uthakar dekhti hai…
Nakul.
White shirt, jeans, peeth par bag…
Apne hamesha wale gentle confidence ke saath andar aata hai.
Jab Arti ki nazar us par padti hai, uska thaka hua chehra dheere se chamak jaata hai.
Ek halka sa genuine smile.
Nakul ruktā hai…
Door ke paas khada hokar Arti ko dekhta hai…
Aur apni do ungliyon se halka sa beautiful ka ishara karta hai — jaise keh raha ho:
“Aaj… tum bahut khoobsurat lag rahi ho.”
Arti ke gाल halkे से लाल हो jaate hain.
Wo nazar jhukakar ek choti si smile deti hai, par uske chehre par ek pal ke liye saari tension gaayab ho jaati hai.
Nakul quietly apni usual jagah par jaakar baithta hai.
Bag me se ek kitaab nikalta hai, pages palat kar padhna shuru karta hai.
Arti ek baar usse chori-chupke dekhti hai…
Nakul bhi page palat-te waqt ek baar nazar uthakar soft smile de deta hai.
Dono ek pal ke liye sirf aankhon se hi baat karte hain.
Phir Arti dheere se saans lekar apna library register kholti hai,
Date, entry, books… sab likhna shuru kar deti hai,
Par is baar uske chehre par woh halka sa sukoon hai…
Jo sirf Nakul ki aamad laati hai.
Scene: Ishani ka Restaurant — Raat ka busy time, halke tense vibes
Restaurant me aaj unusual sa mahaul tha.
Normally yahan hansi-mazaak, orders ki awaaz, college kids ki chatter hoti…
Par aaj hawa me hi kuch “off” tha.
Ishani counter ke paas khadi, plates set kar rahi thi.
Uska chehra calm tha, par aankhon me woh sada-waala spark —
Job karte hue bhi modeling-wali confidence.
Tabhi kitchen ke piche se Manager nikal kar aata hai.
Aaj wo bilkul hi off-mood me lag raha tha —
Bheegi shirt ka collar, eyebrows fuse ki tarah tang, aur haath me order slip taang ke hilata hua.
Manager (chillaye bina, par irritate tone me):
“Yaar Ishani, aaj staff ka aadha hissa late hai…
Customers zyada hain…
Aur upar se ye new boys ka table bhi extra tantrums dikha raha hai.”
Ishani ek second ke liye uski taraf dekh kar aankhon se hi poochti hai “kya hua?”
Ishani:
“Sir, main manage kar lungi… aap itna tense mat ho.”
Manager ek long sigh leta hai.
Manager:
“Tum manage kar logi — mujhe pata hai.
Bas… aaj mera mood hi off chal raha hai.
Owner se bhi jhagda ho gaya subah.”
Woh counter par slip rakh kar sir dabaata hai.
“Please zara handle kar lena, haan?”
Ishani halki si smile deti hai, jisme assurance bhi hoti hai aur thodi si apni quiet strength bhi.
Ishani:
“Ho jayega sir. Aap tension mat lo.”
Manager chala jaata hai, par uske jaate hi Ishani ke chehre ka expression thoda change ho jaata hai —
Woh thoda alert ho jaati hai.
She ties her hair properly, apron adjust karti hai,
Aur phir floor par nikal jaati hai customers handle karne.
Aage bhari crowd, tables full,
Aur ek corner table…
Wahi group of boys jahan se hungama expected hai.
Ishani deep breath leti hai —
“Let’s go.”
(Scene ready for next beat.)
Scene Continue — Ishani & Teenager Boys
Restaurant ka corner table —
Paanch–chhe teenage ladkon ka group,
College se bhi chhote, college-type.
Sabke chehre par shararat, hansi, aur woh typical “masti-mode”.
Jaise hi Ishani waha pahunchti hai,
Ek ladka straw ko hawa me uda raha hota hai,
Do ladke waitress ki mimicry karte hue haste ja rahe hote hain.
Ishani table par rukti hai, haath fold karke:
“Guys, behave. Yahan staff sab mehnat karta hai…
Kisi ka mazak mat udao.”
Ek-do ladke thoda sharmate hue seedhe ho jaate hain.
Par group me se ek cute sa chashmish ladka Ishani ko apne paas bulata hai:
Boy (halki si serious awaaz me, kaan ke paas):
“Didi… actually mere friend Mohit ka aaj last day hai yahan.”
Woh Mohit ki taraf ishara karta hai —
Ek thin, silent, halki si udaasi wale chehre ka ladka.
Boy continues softly:
“Kal yeh apne papa ke saath doosre sheher ja raha hai…
Unke parents ka divorce ho gaya.”
Ishani ekdum chup ho jaati hai.
Bachche ki awaaz me woh dard tha jo sirf situation samajhne wale ko hi sunai deta hai.
Uske andar ek purani darad hil jaati hai —
Uske khud ke parents ka separation…
Raat raat bhar jagte huye jhagde,
Do gharon ke beech batti hui zindagi,
Aur ek bachpan jo kabhi poora nahi ho paaya.
Uski aankhen ek pal ke liye blank si ho jaati hain…
Tabhi ek ladka zor se bolta hai:
“Didi?”
Ishani ek blink leti hai… khayalon se wapas aati hai.
Wo group ki taraf dekh kar pyaar se smile karti hai:
Ishani:
“Achha… aaj tumhare dost ka aakhiri din hai na?”
Woh Mohit ki taraf dekhti hai.
“To meri taraf se aaj sabke liye ice cream.”
Pura group ek saath literally “YAAAAAYYYY!!” chillane lagta hai—
Par Ishani turant ungli lips par rakh kar:
“Shhhh! Chillaoge toh cancel.”
Sab ekdum seedhe ho jaate hain.
Mohit ke chehre par thodi si shy smile aa jaati hai.
Ishani (soft, firm):
“Main ice cream le aaungi…
Lekin ek promise —
Yahan kisi ka mazak nahi udoge.
Aur zyada shor bhi nahi machaoge.
Deal?”
Teenage group ek saath haath utha kar:
“Promise didi!”
Ishani ke chehre par ek real, gentle muskaan aa jaati hai —
Woh unke table se mud kar counter ki taraf chali jaati hai…
Thoda halka mehsoos karte hue,
Thoda apne bachpan ko yaad karte hue,
Aur thoda Mohit jaise kids ke liye soft-hearted ho kar.
Scene ends with her tying her apron and returning to work —
Wohi calm, graceful Ishani mode.
Scene — Anushka’s Room (Late Night)
Awaaz bilkul halki… bas table lamp ki naram roshni.
Kamra shaant, khidki ke bahar andhera.
Anushka apne bed par side pose me leti hai,
Uske sar par woh choti white bandage,
Jo ab uske dard ka ek nishaan ban chuki hai.
Kabhi kabhi halka sa pain feel hota hai,
Wo apne haath se dheere se bandage ko touch karti hai.
Ceiling ki taraf dekhte hue, bilkul chup—
Anushka (andar hi andar):
“Yeh… yeh sab kyu ho raha hai?
Sumeet ko main samajh sakti hu…
Wo pareshan tha, gussa tha, frustrated tha…
Uski harkatein galat thi par uska motive clear tha.”
Wo thoda sa palat kar blanket ko adjust karti hai.
Dim light uski aankhon me padti hai—
Aankhen thaki hui, par zidd se bhari.
Anushka (faint whisper):
“Lekin… yeh dusri baar…
Yeh jo attack hua…
Yeh kuch aur hi baat lagti hai.
Koi mujhe maar kyu chahega…?”
Uske dil ki dhadkan thodi tej hoti hai.
Usse apne papa ka wajah-bina-wala accident yaad aata hai.
Wo ek pal ke liye aankhen band karti hai—
Papa ki muskaan, unka bank me kaam karna,
Aur phir woh achanak se hua accident.
Anushka:
“Kya papa ka accident bhi…?”
Wo apni baat adhoori chhod deti hai.
Nahi.
Khud ko rok leti hai.
Shayad darr bhi hai us jawab se.
Room me sirf clock ki tick-tick.
Anushka apne pillow ko thoda kas kar pakad leti hai.
Uski saansen halki si fast—
Par uski aankhen me ek determination ka spark bhi.
Anushka (slow, firm):
“Mujhe pata lagana hoga.
Chahe jo bhi ho…
Chahe koi kitna hi powerful ho…
Main haar nahi manungi.”
Wo fir se ceiling ki taraf dekhte hue soch me doob jaati hai—
Afsos, dard, confusion… sab ek saath.
Aur woh ek bada sa assurance dhoondhne ki koshish karti hai:
Ki kal, shayad koi clue mile.
Shayad kuch samajh aaye.
Shayad sach ke thode aur kareeb ja sake.
Scene ends with her slow blinking eyes,
Room me sirf lamp ki halka sa glow,
Aur Anushka ki bechain, confused, par strong heartbeat.
NEXT MORNING — BEHEN_CODE MEETING
Location: Aaji ka Purana, Warm, Peaceful Ghar — Par Atmosphere Bohot Tense
---
SCENE BEGINS
Subah ki halki dhoop Aaji ke verandah me gir rahi thi.
Andar, ek badi dining table ke charo taraf Rahat, Ishani, Anisha, Arti, Nandita aur Humera baithi hui hain.
Table par documents, papers, USB, cutting — sab kuch spread out tha.
Coffee ki halki khushboo, lekin chehre par ghabrahat.
---
Rahat (USB aur folded papers table par rakhte hue):
“Kal Avantika ke ghar me mujhe ye milaa… sab tum log dekh lo.”
Wo agreement ko table ke beech me rakhti hai.
Aadhi hawa chalti hai — paper ke corner hilte hain.
Sab jhuk kar dekhte hain.
---
THE AGREEMENT REVEALED
Nandita document haath me leti hai…
Ek pal ke liye uski bhavon me tension aa jati hai.
Nandita:
“Yeh… yeh koi chhota mota paper nahi hai.
Yeh major evacuation agreement lag raha hai.
Aur… yeh signatures? Bahot logon ka naam hai isme…”
She flips to the back page.
Signatures… dozens of them.
Sab chup.
---
Humera paper uthati hai aur list padhti jaati hai…
Ek point par uske haath ruk jaate hain.
Uski saans tez ho jaati hai.
Ishani:
“Kya hua? Kuch mila?”
Humera (shock me):
“Yeh… yeh naam… yeh meri Dadi ka hai.”
Table par complete silence.
Nandita turant uske haath se paper le leti hai.
Nandita:
“Let me see…
(naam check karti hai)
Haan… yeh naam to spaṣht likha hai.
Tumhari dadi bhi isme signatory hain.”
Sab Humera ki taraf mudkar dekhte hain.
---
INTERROGATION MOMENT
Rahat:
“Humera… tumhari dadi ka yahan naam kaise?
Is agreement me koi badi baat chhupi hai.”
Humera (confused, helpless, almost guilty):
“Mujhe… mujhe kuch bhi nahi pata.
Main to vacation par yaha aayi hoon…
Meri dadi ka Rathod Ventures ke saath kya connection… mujhe bilkul nahi maloom…”
Woh genuinely disturbed lagti hai.
---
Nandita:
“Toh ab yeh sirf tumhari dadi hi bata sakti hain.
Wo hi jaan sakti hain ki yeh signature kaise aur kyun kiya gaya.”
Humera (tension me):
“Lekin wo to… behosh hain itne dino se.”
Room me ek aur silence.
---
Ishani (slowly, thinking mode me):
“Phir tumhare ghar se hi…
kuch aur pata chal sakta hai.”
Humera use dekh kar thoda unsure hoti hai…
par Ishani ke tone me sachchai thi.
---
Arti Jo Ab Tak Chup Thi, Awaaz Nikalti Hai
Arti ne ab tak bohot dhyan se sab suna tha.
Ab wo table par hath rakh kar bolti hai:
Arti:
“Hume Rathod Ventures ke is project ka saara sach pata lagana hoga.
Rathod ka Humera ki dadi se rishta kya hai…
yeh sab kuch linked lagta hai.
Isme kuch personal bhi hai. Bahot personal.”
Sab use dekhte hain —
Arti ke tone me ek alag hi certainty thi.
---
Rahat ka Dusra Set of Clues
Rahat apne bag se USB aur newspaper cuttings deti hai.
Purane cutting table par spread ho jaate hain:
“Local Civilians Protest Against Rathod Ventures”
“Rathod’s Mega Project: The New India?”
“Bangurr Colony Ko Jaldi Empty Karne Ka Order”
Kuch cuttings Rathod ke favour me bhi thi.
Rahat:
“Mujhe ye sab hall me TV table ke drawer me mile.
Ye kisi random ghar ka kachra nahi…
yeh evidence hai.”
Sab papers ko ek-ek kar inspect karte hain.
---
NANDITA TAKES CHARGE
Nandita USB ko apne folder me carefully slip karti hai.
Nandita:
“Isme definitely kuch bada hoga.
Digital records kabhi jhoot nahi bolte.”
Woh khadi hoti hai, scarf adjust karte hue.
Nandita:
“Mujhe court jana hoga.
Humare paas time bohot kam hai.
Tum sab jitna ho sake utna data collect karo…
Har clue—small or big—important ho sakta hai.”
She looks at all five girls:
“Aaj se ye case rapid mode me jaayega.”
---
Cut to Black. Scene End.
RATHOD — POWER ROOM SCENE
Location: Rathod Ventures – 27th Floor, Executive Meeting Room
(Cold glass walls, giant digital screen, 18-seater black table, dim corporate lights)
---
Scene Begins
Room me ek dead silence.
Ek bada digital map screen par ON hai — Bangurr Colony Redevelopment Project ka blueprint.
Rathod head chair par baitha hai —
Grey suit, silver cufflinks, ek arrogant confidence… jaise world uska ho.
Board members sidhe-sidhe, files open kiye baithe hue.
---
Rathod (leaning back, bored yet dangerous tone):
“Presentation shuru karo.”
Ek junior starts explaining graph, numbers, deadlines…
Rathod bas dekh raha hai,
lekin uski eyes me zero patience.
Rathod turant table par pen patakta hai
Room me sab chup.
Rathod uth kar screen ke paas chala jata hai,
points at blueprint
Rathod:
“Mujhe result chahiye.
Court, colony, protest — kuch bhi ho…
yeh project mere business ka spine hai.”
Phir board ki taraf mudta hai:
Rathod (arrogant smirk ke saath):
“Aisi presentation banao ki saala wo madarchod Chung ki bund fat jaye.
Samjhe sab?”
Room me halki si suppressed laugh —
sab log ek dusre ko dekh kar smirk karte hain.
Koi bhi Rathod ke saamne openly hass nahi sakta,
lekin sab uski language ke aadat waale hain.
MEETING ENDS
Board members files band karte hain,
chair push karte hain,
aur dheere-dheere room se nikal jaate hain.
Door close hota hai.
Room me sirf Rathod.
Ek deep breath.
Woh phone uthata hai,
speed dial press karta hai.
CALL — Lawyer
Rathod (cold, dangerous calm):
“Dekho…
Mera beta meri jaan hai.
Aur mera business… mera nasha.”
pause
“Ye dono ek doosre se alag hain.
Main ek ki wajah se dusra kharab nahi hone dunga.
Samjha?”
Lawyer kuch bolta hai, Rathod interrupt kar deta hai.
Rathod:
“Just fix it.
Main naam kharab nahi hone dunga… kisi bhi halat me.”
Woh bina bye bole phone cut kar deta hai
aur phone table par throw jaise rakhta hai.
Camera uske intense stare par freeze hota hai.
Scene END.
Scene — Rathod ka Farmhouse, Basement Room
(Dim yellow bulb, concrete walls, ek cot, ek steel chair, ek chhota sa window jahan se sirf hawa aati hai, roshni nahi.)
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Avantika — Still, Silent, Waiting
Avantika cot par baithi hai.
Haath bandhe nahi hain… par jaise bandhe ho.
Aankhon ke neeche halka sa dark circle,
lekin chehra bilkul expression-less.
Na hansi,
na rona,
sirf ek thaka hua sa sukoon…
jaise wo har emotion khatam kar chuki ho.
Room me ek CCTV camera red light blink karta hai.
Avantika ek lambe sa saans leti hai
aur chhat ko dekhte hue flashback me chale jaati hai.
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FLASHBACK — Avantika’s Old Life
1. Parents
Ek quick montage:
Papa ki hasi
Maa ki god me baith kar TV dekhna
college function, Papa front seat me clap karte hue
Maa ki awaaz: “Avi, tu kitni strong hai.”
Suddenly montage cut hoti hai —
kal ka jaise dard wapas aa jata hai.
Accident.
Ambulance.
White bedsheet.
Lonely apartment.
Avantika aankhein band kar leti hai.
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2. Her TV Channel Life
Flashback second phase:
Studio ki ek badi glass window
She is in anchor desk, spotlight uske face par
Mic adjust karte hue ek confident smile
Producer clap karte: “Break ke baad segment two!”
Avantika anchoring karte waqt bold, powerful, fearless.
“Good evening viewers, I’m Avantika Sharma— bringing you the truth, unapologetically.”
Phir ek quick cut —
corruption expose, threatening calls,
Rathod Venture ke case me jab wo too deep chali gayi thi,
tab se hi uska downfall shuru hua tha.
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BACK TO PRESENT — FARMHOUSE
Avantika blink karti hai…
jaise reality me wapas aayi ho.
Woh quietly bed ke kone par baith kar khidki ki taraf dekhti hai
jahan se sirf hawa ka ek halka jhonka aa raha hai.
Uske lips halka sa move karte hain:
Avantika (slow whisper):
“I hope… sab kuch sahi ho jaye.”
Ek second rukti hai.
Halka sa smile… bilkul dard wala smile.
Avantika:
“Rahat… Nandita…
tum log mujhe bhule nahi hoge…
mujhe pata hai.”
Uski aankhon me ek chhota sa determination jhalakta hai—
jaise woh ab bhi haar nahi maani.
Camera piche hota hai…
CCTV red light blink…
avantika still…
room silent.
Scene: Arti ki Library — Shaam ka halka sa udaas, thoda busy mahaul
Library me shaant sa mahaul tha. Hawa me purani kitaabon ki khushboo, aur Arti apne counter par baithi files aur register dekh rahi thi. Chehre par halka sa tension… case ki tension alag, ghar ki tension alag.
Wo apne aap se hi halki si thakawat bhari awaaz me bol rahi thi—
Arti (slow sigh):
“Shaam ko kya banau… maa ji ko to kuch bhi pasand nahi aata… Kal bhi taunt maar rahi thi…
Aur yeh Anuraag bhi! Bola hi nahi ki khana nahi khayega… aadha khana bacha reh gaya tha.”
Wo register palat kar likhne lagti hai, par dimaag ghar aur case ki problems me fasaa hua.
Tabhi…
Library ka darwaza halki si khatkhatahat ke saath khulta hai.
Arti sir uthakar dekhti hai…
Nakul.
White shirt, jeans, peeth par bag…
Apne hamesha wale gentle confidence ke saath andar aata hai.
Jab Arti ki nazar us par padti hai, uska thaka hua chehra dheere se chamak jaata hai.
Ek halka sa genuine smile.
Nakul ruktā hai…
Door ke paas khada hokar Arti ko dekhta hai…
Aur apni do ungliyon se halka sa beautiful ka ishara karta hai — jaise keh raha ho:
“Aaj… tum bahut khoobsurat lag rahi ho.”
Arti ke gाल halkे से लाल हो jaate hain.
Wo nazar jhukakar ek choti si smile deti hai, par uske chehre par ek pal ke liye saari tension gaayab ho jaati hai.
Nakul quietly apni usual jagah par jaakar baithta hai.
Bag me se ek kitaab nikalta hai, pages palat kar padhna shuru karta hai.
Arti ek baar usse chori-chupke dekhti hai…
Nakul bhi page palat-te waqt ek baar nazar uthakar soft smile de deta hai.
Dono ek pal ke liye sirf aankhon se hi baat karte hain.
Phir Arti dheere se saans lekar apna library register kholti hai,
Date, entry, books… sab likhna shuru kar deti hai,
Par is baar uske chehre par woh halka sa sukoon hai…
Jo sirf Nakul ki aamad laati hai.
Scene: Ishani ka Restaurant — Raat ka busy time, halke tense vibes
Restaurant me aaj unusual sa mahaul tha.
Normally yahan hansi-mazaak, orders ki awaaz, college kids ki chatter hoti…
Par aaj hawa me hi kuch “off” tha.
Ishani counter ke paas khadi, plates set kar rahi thi.
Uska chehra calm tha, par aankhon me woh sada-waala spark —
Job karte hue bhi modeling-wali confidence.
Tabhi kitchen ke piche se Manager nikal kar aata hai.
Aaj wo bilkul hi off-mood me lag raha tha —
Bheegi shirt ka collar, eyebrows fuse ki tarah tang, aur haath me order slip taang ke hilata hua.
Manager (chillaye bina, par irritate tone me):
“Yaar Ishani, aaj staff ka aadha hissa late hai…
Customers zyada hain…
Aur upar se ye new boys ka table bhi extra tantrums dikha raha hai.”
Ishani ek second ke liye uski taraf dekh kar aankhon se hi poochti hai “kya hua?”
Ishani:
“Sir, main manage kar lungi… aap itna tense mat ho.”
Manager ek long sigh leta hai.
Manager:
“Tum manage kar logi — mujhe pata hai.
Bas… aaj mera mood hi off chal raha hai.
Owner se bhi jhagda ho gaya subah.”
Woh counter par slip rakh kar sir dabaata hai.
“Please zara handle kar lena, haan?”
Ishani halki si smile deti hai, jisme assurance bhi hoti hai aur thodi si apni quiet strength bhi.
Ishani:
“Ho jayega sir. Aap tension mat lo.”
Manager chala jaata hai, par uske jaate hi Ishani ke chehre ka expression thoda change ho jaata hai —
Woh thoda alert ho jaati hai.
She ties her hair properly, apron adjust karti hai,
Aur phir floor par nikal jaati hai customers handle karne.
Aage bhari crowd, tables full,
Aur ek corner table…
Wahi group of boys jahan se hungama expected hai.
Ishani deep breath leti hai —
“Let’s go.”
(Scene ready for next beat.)
Scene Continue — Ishani & Teenager Boys
Restaurant ka corner table —
Paanch–chhe teenage ladkon ka group,
College se bhi chhote, college-type.
Sabke chehre par shararat, hansi, aur woh typical “masti-mode”.
Jaise hi Ishani waha pahunchti hai,
Ek ladka straw ko hawa me uda raha hota hai,
Do ladke waitress ki mimicry karte hue haste ja rahe hote hain.
Ishani table par rukti hai, haath fold karke:
“Guys, behave. Yahan staff sab mehnat karta hai…
Kisi ka mazak mat udao.”
Ek-do ladke thoda sharmate hue seedhe ho jaate hain.
Par group me se ek cute sa chashmish ladka Ishani ko apne paas bulata hai:
Boy (halki si serious awaaz me, kaan ke paas):
“Didi… actually mere friend Mohit ka aaj last day hai yahan.”
Woh Mohit ki taraf ishara karta hai —
Ek thin, silent, halki si udaasi wale chehre ka ladka.
Boy continues softly:
“Kal yeh apne papa ke saath doosre sheher ja raha hai…
Unke parents ka divorce ho gaya.”
Ishani ekdum chup ho jaati hai.
Bachche ki awaaz me woh dard tha jo sirf situation samajhne wale ko hi sunai deta hai.
Uske andar ek purani darad hil jaati hai —
Uske khud ke parents ka separation…
Raat raat bhar jagte huye jhagde,
Do gharon ke beech batti hui zindagi,
Aur ek bachpan jo kabhi poora nahi ho paaya.
Uski aankhen ek pal ke liye blank si ho jaati hain…
Tabhi ek ladka zor se bolta hai:
“Didi?”
Ishani ek blink leti hai… khayalon se wapas aati hai.
Wo group ki taraf dekh kar pyaar se smile karti hai:
Ishani:
“Achha… aaj tumhare dost ka aakhiri din hai na?”
Woh Mohit ki taraf dekhti hai.
“To meri taraf se aaj sabke liye ice cream.”
Pura group ek saath literally “YAAAAAYYYY!!” chillane lagta hai—
Par Ishani turant ungli lips par rakh kar:
“Shhhh! Chillaoge toh cancel.”
Sab ekdum seedhe ho jaate hain.
Mohit ke chehre par thodi si shy smile aa jaati hai.
Ishani (soft, firm):
“Main ice cream le aaungi…
Lekin ek promise —
Yahan kisi ka mazak nahi udoge.
Aur zyada shor bhi nahi machaoge.
Deal?”
Teenage group ek saath haath utha kar:
“Promise didi!”
Ishani ke chehre par ek real, gentle muskaan aa jaati hai —
Woh unke table se mud kar counter ki taraf chali jaati hai…
Thoda halka mehsoos karte hue,
Thoda apne bachpan ko yaad karte hue,
Aur thoda Mohit jaise kids ke liye soft-hearted ho kar.
Scene ends with her tying her apron and returning to work —
Wohi calm, graceful Ishani mode.
Scene — Anushka’s Room (Late Night)
Awaaz bilkul halki… bas table lamp ki naram roshni.
Kamra shaant, khidki ke bahar andhera.
Anushka apne bed par side pose me leti hai,
Uske sar par woh choti white bandage,
Jo ab uske dard ka ek nishaan ban chuki hai.
Kabhi kabhi halka sa pain feel hota hai,
Wo apne haath se dheere se bandage ko touch karti hai.
Ceiling ki taraf dekhte hue, bilkul chup—
Anushka (andar hi andar):
“Yeh… yeh sab kyu ho raha hai?
Sumeet ko main samajh sakti hu…
Wo pareshan tha, gussa tha, frustrated tha…
Uski harkatein galat thi par uska motive clear tha.”
Wo thoda sa palat kar blanket ko adjust karti hai.
Dim light uski aankhon me padti hai—
Aankhen thaki hui, par zidd se bhari.
Anushka (faint whisper):
“Lekin… yeh dusri baar…
Yeh jo attack hua…
Yeh kuch aur hi baat lagti hai.
Koi mujhe maar kyu chahega…?”
Uske dil ki dhadkan thodi tej hoti hai.
Usse apne papa ka wajah-bina-wala accident yaad aata hai.
Wo ek pal ke liye aankhen band karti hai—
Papa ki muskaan, unka bank me kaam karna,
Aur phir woh achanak se hua accident.
Anushka:
“Kya papa ka accident bhi…?”
Wo apni baat adhoori chhod deti hai.
Nahi.
Khud ko rok leti hai.
Shayad darr bhi hai us jawab se.
Room me sirf clock ki tick-tick.
Anushka apne pillow ko thoda kas kar pakad leti hai.
Uski saansen halki si fast—
Par uski aankhen me ek determination ka spark bhi.
Anushka (slow, firm):
“Mujhe pata lagana hoga.
Chahe jo bhi ho…
Chahe koi kitna hi powerful ho…
Main haar nahi manungi.”
Wo fir se ceiling ki taraf dekhte hue soch me doob jaati hai—
Afsos, dard, confusion… sab ek saath.
Aur woh ek bada sa assurance dhoondhne ki koshish karti hai:
Ki kal, shayad koi clue mile.
Shayad kuch samajh aaye.
Shayad sach ke thode aur kareeb ja sake.
Scene ends with her slow blinking eyes,
Room me sirf lamp ki halka sa glow,
Aur Anushka ki bechain, confused, par strong heartbeat.
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