24-12-2025, 09:23 PM
Update 41
Agla Update — Early Morning
Scene 1: Nandita ka Office / Ghar ka Study Desk
Subah ki halki roshni khidki se andar aa rahi thi.
Table par files bikhri hui thi, chai ka adha bhara cup thanda ho chuka tha.
Nandita apni chair par seedhi baithi thi,
Uske saamne laptop open tha—
Aur uske haath me Rahat ki di hui USB.
Wo ek gehri saans leti hai…
Aur USB plug in karti hai.
Screen par folders khulte hain —
“Docs”, “Raw Videos”, “Hidden” jaise naam chamak uthte hain.
Nandita pehle ek video file open karti hai.
Play hote hi screen par kuch construction site ke footages aate hain,
Raat ke time ke shots,
Kuch bulldozers, kuch log…
Aur background me kisi aadmi ki awaaz:
“Kal subah tak kaam ho jaana chahiye… kisi ko bolne ka mauka nahi milna chahiye.”
Nandita ki aankhein phail jaati hain.
Wo turant next file kholti hai.
Is baar kuch documents ke scans—
Land acquisition ke papers,
Kuch forged signatures,
Kuch local logon ke naam…
Aur ek corner me ek chhota sa logo:
RATHOD VENTURES.
Nandita ki ungliyaan thodi kaanp jaati hain.
Wo ek aur folder kholti hai—
Isme kuch hidden videos hote hain,
Jinme kuch log gusse me bol rahe hote hain:
“Humko sign zabardasti karwaya gaya…
Varna lathi, dhamki… sab tha.”
Nandita peeche chair se lag jaati hai.
Uska dimaag fast chalne lagta hai.
“Iska matlab… Avantika sirf reporter nahi thi…
Wo kisi bahut bade scam ke bilkul beech me thi.”
Wo foran laptop ke side me rakhe phone ko utha leti hai,
Aur internet par tez-tez keywords type karne lagti hai:
“Bangurr Colony demolition”,
“Rathod Ventures land dispute”,
“Forced evacuation case”
Search results aate jaate hain…
Ek news clipping flash hoti hai:
“Four-year-old land dispute buried due to lack of evidence.”
Nandita ke hothon se sirf ek alfaaz nikalta hai:
“Evidence… yahin thi…”
Uski aankhen ek pal ke liye chamak uthti hain—
Shock, gussa aur determination ek saath.
Wo bina waqt gawaye phone uthakar Ishani ko call karti hai.
Nandita (tez, urgent tone me):
“Ishani… I need to meet you. Abhi. As soon as possible.
Bahut bada khel chal raha hai… Avantika iske beech me phas gayi thi.”
Call cut hota hai.
Nandita fir se screen ki taraf dekhti hai—
Jaise sach dheere-dheere uske saamne nanga ho raha ho.
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Scene 2: Rathod Farmhouse — Avantika ka Kamra (Late Morning)
Poora kamra shaant.
Khidki ke parde aadhe khule hue,
Dhoop ki tez rekhayein farsh par tirchi lines bana rahi hain.
Bed par Avantika gehri neend me thi.
Aaj wo der tak nahi uthi.
Na koi cheekh,
Na koi protest,
Na koi sawal.
Uski saans dheemi thi…
Lekin uske chehre par thakaan aur dard saaf jhalak raha tha.
Uske
haathon par,
gardan par,
aur pairon par chot ke nishaan
aaj kuch zyada laal aur gehre lag rahe the.
Jaise kamzori ab uske shareer par utri ho.
Na khane se, na sone se… jabardasti se zyada takat kisi cheez me nahi hoti.
Camera dheere-dheere aerial shot me upar uthta hai—
Poora kamra chhota sa lagne lagta hai,
Aur Avantika us badey farmhouse ke beech
Ek behad kamzor si insaan ki tarah dikhai deti hai.
Uski palkein thodi si hilt i hain,
Par aankhen poori tarah khulti nahi.
Uski energy…
Ab sach me jawab dene lagi thi.
Kahin door se guards ki halki awaaz,
Gate band hone ki dhak-dhak,
Aur farmhouse ki sadi hui si khamoshi.
Scene freeze hota hai
Avantika ke thake hue chehre par—
Aur contrast me Nandita ke laptop par khulte hue sach ke saath.
Scene Cut.
Agla Scene — Anisha ka College (Day Scene)
College campus me usual sa shor tha—
students ki awaazein,
steps ki ghat-ghat,
door se canteen ka halkasa music.
Library ke bahar Anisha apna bag shoulder par theek karti hui nikalti hai.
Tabhi piche se ek haath aakar uske kandhe par achanak “thappa” karta hai.
Anisha chauk kar turant mudti hai—
Uske chehre par pehle shock,
phir annoyance.
Samne Kabeer khada hota hai,
wide smile ke saath, jaise koi bachcha prank karke khush ho.
Anisha (teekhe tone me):
“Not funny, Kabeer.”
Kabeer turant apni hansi daba leta hai,
Thoda sa awkward ho jata hai,
Aur casually gale ko saaf karta hai.
Dono saath-saath gallery corridor me chalne lagte hain.
Kuch kadam chalne ke baad Kabeer baat chedta hai—
Kabeer:
“Waise… aaj ka kya plan hai?”
Anisha uski taraf dekhe bina hi puchti hai—
“Kyoon?”
Kabeer halka sa sugarcoated style me bolta hai—
“Bas aise hi… socha shaam ko kahi mil lein.”
Anisha achanak rukti hai,
Uski taraf seedha ek gusse bhari nazar daalti hai.
Phir bina ruke aage chal padti hai aur kadak awaaz me bolti hai—
“Dekho Kabeer, meri life me in sab cheezon ke liye koi jagah nahi hai.”
Kabeer uske sudden tone se ekdum chup ho jata hai.
Uska chehra halka sa utaar jata hai.
Wo kuch pal shaant chalne ke baad dheere se bolta hai—
Kabeer:
“Are tum itni tension kyoon leti ho…
Humare paas videos aa to gaye na.
Dekhna next hearing me faisla bhi aa jayega.”
Anisha ruk kar uski taraf dekhti hai.
Uski awaaz me ab gussa kam, fikr zyada hoti hai—
Anisha:
“Baat wo nahi hai, Kabeer…
Humera ke case ke liye to videos backup me hain.
Lekin main Avantika ke baare me soch rahi hoon…
pata nahi wo kis musibat me hogi.”
Kabeer lightly shrug karta hai—
“Tum hamesha negative kyoon sochti ho?
Tumse achha to tumhara mahila mandal hai…
Mujhe poora yakeen hai un logon ne koi rasta nikaal hi liya hoga.”
Anisha turant uski taraf ek aur hard anger look daalti hai.
Phir bina kuch bole
tez-tez kadmon se aage badh jaati hai.
Kabeer ek pal wahi khada rehta hai,
Phir “kya yaar” jaise expression ke saath
apna muh bana kar dusri direction me chal deta hai.
Corridor me dono alag-alag disha me kho jaate hain—
Anisha fikron me,
Aur Kabeer apni aadhi-uljhi baaton ke saath.
Scene Cut.
Agla Scene — Arti ki Library (Day, Silent Tension)
Library me halki si shaanti thi—
sirf pages palatne ki awaaz,
aur bahar se aati kabhi-kabhi traffic ki maddham si gungunahat.
Arti apni chair par baithi hui,
roz ki tarah register aur kuch files ke beech uljhi hui thi.
Routine chal raha tha,
lekin uska mann kahin aur atka hua tha.
Wo pen ko table par rakh kar ek gehri saans leti hai.
Phir kuch pal ke liye aankhein band kar leti hai.
Uske zehan me behen_code ka safar ghoomne lagta hai—
wo din, wo raaten,
jab usne apni saheliyon ke saath milkar
kitni ladkiyon ko andheron se bahar nikala tha.
Kitni zindagiyan bachai thi…
Lekin Avantika ka case…
yeh sabse zyada uljha hua lag raha tha use.
Wo sochti hai—
“Aisa kya tha, jo Avantika court pahunchne se pehle hi gaayab kar di gayi?”
Uske dono haath apne chehre ko masalne lagte hain jaise wo apna bojh halka karna chahti ho.
Tabhi—
Knock… knock…
Wo chauk kar aankhein kholti hai aur upar dekhti hai.
Samne Nakul khada hota hai.
Arti ke chehre par ek pal ke liye surprise aur phir halki si muskaan aa jaati hai.
“Are Nakul… tum kab aaye?”
Nakul apne haath me pakdi hui coffee uski taraf badhata hai aur muskurate hue bolta hai—
“Pichhle pandrah minute se wahan stool par baitha hoon…
soch raha tha ki Arti ab attention degi…
Arti ab attention degi…
lekin tum to… ”
wo haathon se hawa me ‘gayab’ hone ka ishara karta hai.
Arti coffee lete hue thoda sa thakaa hua sa smile karti hai—
“Baat hi kuch aisi hai…”
phir dheere se bolti hai,
“Jo videos humne recover kiye the Avantika ki ID se…
wo khud hi pata nahi kahan chali gayi.”
Uski awaaz me pareshaani jhalakti hai.
Wo phir se apna sir pakad leti hai.
Nakul ek lamhe ke liye bina soche samjhe Arti ke paas chala jata hai or
Arti ke kandhe par haath rakh deta hai,
jaise use himmat dena chahta ho. Lekin Jaise hi wo Arti ke kandhe par hath rakhta hai Arti ka kameez apne shoulder se thoda slip hone lagta hai jisse Arti ke laal bra strep Nakul ko dikhai dene lagte hai... Nakul ki aankhein badi ho jati hai uske hatho me Arti ka wo bra strep feel hota hai, jispe usne apna hath rakha hota hai... Arti ko is baat ka zara bhi ilm nahi tha ki uska bra strep nazar aane laga hai... Nakul bhi apna thook gatakta hai...
Arti apni tension me itni doobi hui hoti hai
ki use us pal ka ehsaas nahi hota.
Wahi Nakul ek second ke liye apna haath dekh kar
ek ajeeb si ghabrahat mehsoos karta hai.
Arti thoda sa apni position badalti hai—
aur Nakul turant apna haath hata leta hai.
Jo tasalli wo dena chahta tha,
jo lafz wo kehna chahta tha,
wo sab uske hont par aakar hi ruk jaata hai.
Wo khamoshi se aage badh kar
Arti ke samne wali chair par baith jaata hai
aur coffee ka ek ghoont leta hai.
Arti uski taraf dekhti hai—
ek thaki hui, par sambhali hui muskaan ke saath.
Phir wo bhi chupchaap coffee peene lagti hai.
Dono ke beech ek ajeeb si khamosh bonding tair rahi hoti hai—
jisme na koi sawal tha,
na koi jawab…
sirf samajhne ki khamosh koshish.
Scene hold… then soft cut.
Agla Scene — Anushka ka Office, Cabin (Day, Silent Suspense)
Anushka apne cabin me akeli baithi hoti hai.
Table par files bikhri hui hain, laptop band hai,
aur wo kursi se peechhe tik kar aankhein band kiye
jaise dimag ke kisi gehre raaz ko jodne ki koshish kar rahi ho.
Uske chehre par ab bhi chot ki halki si thakaan saaf dikh rahi thi.
Bandage uske maathe par safed si lakeer bana rahi thi.
Uska andar ka monologue dheere-dheere ubharta hai—
Agar Sumeet ne mujhe maarne ki koshish ki hai,
to main use zinda nahi chhodungi…
Mujhe is raaz se parada uthana hi hoga… chahe kuch bhi ho jaaye.
Wo achanak aankhein kholti hai.
Uski nazar table par rakhe landline phone par jaati hai.
Anushka phone uthati hai, number dial karti hai—
awaaz ekdum professional, shaant aur controlled hoti hai.
Anushka:
“Yes sir… yes, documents complete ho chuke hain…
Okay, we’ll meet on 15th December.”
Wo ek chhota sa pause leti hai, phir thoda casual tone me bolti hai—
“Sir, meri ek chhoti si request thi…
kyon na hum ye meeting late evening me rakhein?
Office timing thoda short hota hai, you know…
is tarah humein extra time mil jayega.”
Doosri taraf se haan sunai deti hai.
Anushka:
“Ji, main personal supervision me rakhungi sab kuch…
Thank you, sir.”
Wo call cut karti hai.
Ek gehri saans leti hai, jaise koi pehla mohra sahi jagah par rakh diya ho.
Phir turant dusra phone uthati hai—
internal line dial karti hai.
Anushka:
“Haan, Dinesh… notice board par laga do ki
meri 15 December ki meeting late evening me hogi,
office band hone ke baad.
Ji haan, sabko clear dikhe.”
Phone rakhte hi
Anushka halka sa peechhe jhukti hai chair par.
Uski aankhon me achanak ek tez chamak aa jaati hai—
jaise koi plan jakaas taur par uske dimaag me lock ho chuka ho.
Uske hothon par ek halka sa khud se baat karta hua sa smile ubharta hai.
“Ab jo bhi hai… saamne aayega.”
Camera dheere-dheere uski chamakti aankhon par zoom karta hai.
Background me suspenseful music rise hota hai.
And…
Scene cut.
Agla Scene — Rahat ka Radio Studio (Afternoon, Calm Before the Storm)
Radio studio ke bahar shehar ka shor tha…
lekin andar jaise ek alag hi duniya chal rahi thi—
soft music, blinking red lights,
aur glass ke us paar sound engineer apne panel me busy.
Rahat aaj thodi jaldi aa gayi thi studio me.
Pichhle kai dinon se use saans lene ka bhi waqt nahi mila tha —
Avantika ka case, Behén_Code ke pressure,
aur upar se roz ka personal bojh.
Wo apna bag chair par rakhti hai,
dheere se mic ke saamne waali kursi par baith jaati hai.
Table par rakhi script ko haath lagati hai,
jaise apne aap ko taakat de rahi ho.
Uski aankhon ke neeche thakaan ke halkay halke ghere ubhar aaye the.
“Aaj bas… sirf main aur mera show.”
Wo apne andar hi andar faisla karti hai.
Uska show to evening me on-air hone wala tha,
par wo afternoon me hi studio aa chuki thi —
taaki aaj kaam pura dil se kar sake.
Avantika ki tension uske dimaag me kahin kone me ab bhi zinda thi,
par aaj wo use side me rakhna chahti thi.
Pichhle kuch dinon ki thakaan bhi aaj uske kaandhon par bhaari thi.
Rahat dheere se aankhein band karti hai.
Ek gehri saans leti hai…
jaise saari uljhanon ko pal-bhar ke liye baahar chhod dena chahti ho.
Phir wo aankhein khol kar
mic ke saamne apni jagah set karti hai,
headphones uthaa kar apne kaanon par lagaati hai.
Sound engineer glass ke us paar se use dekhta hai—
wo dono aankhon hi aankhon me ek silent signal exchange karte hain.
Rahat ke chehre par dheere-dheere
ek purani wali confidence bhari smile laut aati hai.
“Aaj… main sirf Rahat hoon.
Behén_Code baad me.”
Background me soft instrumental music rise hota hai.
Camera uske chehre par thera rehta hai—
jahan thakaan, zimmedaari aur passion teenon ek saath jee rahe hote hain.
Scene fade out.
Agla Update — Early Morning
Scene 1: Nandita ka Office / Ghar ka Study Desk
Subah ki halki roshni khidki se andar aa rahi thi.
Table par files bikhri hui thi, chai ka adha bhara cup thanda ho chuka tha.
Nandita apni chair par seedhi baithi thi,
Uske saamne laptop open tha—
Aur uske haath me Rahat ki di hui USB.
Wo ek gehri saans leti hai…
Aur USB plug in karti hai.
Screen par folders khulte hain —
“Docs”, “Raw Videos”, “Hidden” jaise naam chamak uthte hain.
Nandita pehle ek video file open karti hai.
Play hote hi screen par kuch construction site ke footages aate hain,
Raat ke time ke shots,
Kuch bulldozers, kuch log…
Aur background me kisi aadmi ki awaaz:
“Kal subah tak kaam ho jaana chahiye… kisi ko bolne ka mauka nahi milna chahiye.”
Nandita ki aankhein phail jaati hain.
Wo turant next file kholti hai.
Is baar kuch documents ke scans—
Land acquisition ke papers,
Kuch forged signatures,
Kuch local logon ke naam…
Aur ek corner me ek chhota sa logo:
RATHOD VENTURES.
Nandita ki ungliyaan thodi kaanp jaati hain.
Wo ek aur folder kholti hai—
Isme kuch hidden videos hote hain,
Jinme kuch log gusse me bol rahe hote hain:
“Humko sign zabardasti karwaya gaya…
Varna lathi, dhamki… sab tha.”
Nandita peeche chair se lag jaati hai.
Uska dimaag fast chalne lagta hai.
“Iska matlab… Avantika sirf reporter nahi thi…
Wo kisi bahut bade scam ke bilkul beech me thi.”
Wo foran laptop ke side me rakhe phone ko utha leti hai,
Aur internet par tez-tez keywords type karne lagti hai:
“Bangurr Colony demolition”,
“Rathod Ventures land dispute”,
“Forced evacuation case”
Search results aate jaate hain…
Ek news clipping flash hoti hai:
“Four-year-old land dispute buried due to lack of evidence.”
Nandita ke hothon se sirf ek alfaaz nikalta hai:
“Evidence… yahin thi…”
Uski aankhen ek pal ke liye chamak uthti hain—
Shock, gussa aur determination ek saath.
Wo bina waqt gawaye phone uthakar Ishani ko call karti hai.
Nandita (tez, urgent tone me):
“Ishani… I need to meet you. Abhi. As soon as possible.
Bahut bada khel chal raha hai… Avantika iske beech me phas gayi thi.”
Call cut hota hai.
Nandita fir se screen ki taraf dekhti hai—
Jaise sach dheere-dheere uske saamne nanga ho raha ho.
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Scene 2: Rathod Farmhouse — Avantika ka Kamra (Late Morning)
Poora kamra shaant.
Khidki ke parde aadhe khule hue,
Dhoop ki tez rekhayein farsh par tirchi lines bana rahi hain.
Bed par Avantika gehri neend me thi.
Aaj wo der tak nahi uthi.
Na koi cheekh,
Na koi protest,
Na koi sawal.
Uski saans dheemi thi…
Lekin uske chehre par thakaan aur dard saaf jhalak raha tha.
Uske
haathon par,
gardan par,
aur pairon par chot ke nishaan
aaj kuch zyada laal aur gehre lag rahe the.
Jaise kamzori ab uske shareer par utri ho.
Na khane se, na sone se… jabardasti se zyada takat kisi cheez me nahi hoti.
Camera dheere-dheere aerial shot me upar uthta hai—
Poora kamra chhota sa lagne lagta hai,
Aur Avantika us badey farmhouse ke beech
Ek behad kamzor si insaan ki tarah dikhai deti hai.
Uski palkein thodi si hilt i hain,
Par aankhen poori tarah khulti nahi.
Uski energy…
Ab sach me jawab dene lagi thi.
Kahin door se guards ki halki awaaz,
Gate band hone ki dhak-dhak,
Aur farmhouse ki sadi hui si khamoshi.
Scene freeze hota hai
Avantika ke thake hue chehre par—
Aur contrast me Nandita ke laptop par khulte hue sach ke saath.
Scene Cut.
Agla Scene — Anisha ka College (Day Scene)
College campus me usual sa shor tha—
students ki awaazein,
steps ki ghat-ghat,
door se canteen ka halkasa music.
Library ke bahar Anisha apna bag shoulder par theek karti hui nikalti hai.
Tabhi piche se ek haath aakar uske kandhe par achanak “thappa” karta hai.
Anisha chauk kar turant mudti hai—
Uske chehre par pehle shock,
phir annoyance.
Samne Kabeer khada hota hai,
wide smile ke saath, jaise koi bachcha prank karke khush ho.
Anisha (teekhe tone me):
“Not funny, Kabeer.”
Kabeer turant apni hansi daba leta hai,
Thoda sa awkward ho jata hai,
Aur casually gale ko saaf karta hai.
Dono saath-saath gallery corridor me chalne lagte hain.
Kuch kadam chalne ke baad Kabeer baat chedta hai—
Kabeer:
“Waise… aaj ka kya plan hai?”
Anisha uski taraf dekhe bina hi puchti hai—
“Kyoon?”
Kabeer halka sa sugarcoated style me bolta hai—
“Bas aise hi… socha shaam ko kahi mil lein.”
Anisha achanak rukti hai,
Uski taraf seedha ek gusse bhari nazar daalti hai.
Phir bina ruke aage chal padti hai aur kadak awaaz me bolti hai—
“Dekho Kabeer, meri life me in sab cheezon ke liye koi jagah nahi hai.”
Kabeer uske sudden tone se ekdum chup ho jata hai.
Uska chehra halka sa utaar jata hai.
Wo kuch pal shaant chalne ke baad dheere se bolta hai—
Kabeer:
“Are tum itni tension kyoon leti ho…
Humare paas videos aa to gaye na.
Dekhna next hearing me faisla bhi aa jayega.”
Anisha ruk kar uski taraf dekhti hai.
Uski awaaz me ab gussa kam, fikr zyada hoti hai—
Anisha:
“Baat wo nahi hai, Kabeer…
Humera ke case ke liye to videos backup me hain.
Lekin main Avantika ke baare me soch rahi hoon…
pata nahi wo kis musibat me hogi.”
Kabeer lightly shrug karta hai—
“Tum hamesha negative kyoon sochti ho?
Tumse achha to tumhara mahila mandal hai…
Mujhe poora yakeen hai un logon ne koi rasta nikaal hi liya hoga.”
Anisha turant uski taraf ek aur hard anger look daalti hai.
Phir bina kuch bole
tez-tez kadmon se aage badh jaati hai.
Kabeer ek pal wahi khada rehta hai,
Phir “kya yaar” jaise expression ke saath
apna muh bana kar dusri direction me chal deta hai.
Corridor me dono alag-alag disha me kho jaate hain—
Anisha fikron me,
Aur Kabeer apni aadhi-uljhi baaton ke saath.
Scene Cut.
Agla Scene — Arti ki Library (Day, Silent Tension)
Library me halki si shaanti thi—
sirf pages palatne ki awaaz,
aur bahar se aati kabhi-kabhi traffic ki maddham si gungunahat.
Arti apni chair par baithi hui,
roz ki tarah register aur kuch files ke beech uljhi hui thi.
Routine chal raha tha,
lekin uska mann kahin aur atka hua tha.
Wo pen ko table par rakh kar ek gehri saans leti hai.
Phir kuch pal ke liye aankhein band kar leti hai.
Uske zehan me behen_code ka safar ghoomne lagta hai—
wo din, wo raaten,
jab usne apni saheliyon ke saath milkar
kitni ladkiyon ko andheron se bahar nikala tha.
Kitni zindagiyan bachai thi…
Lekin Avantika ka case…
yeh sabse zyada uljha hua lag raha tha use.
Wo sochti hai—
“Aisa kya tha, jo Avantika court pahunchne se pehle hi gaayab kar di gayi?”
Uske dono haath apne chehre ko masalne lagte hain jaise wo apna bojh halka karna chahti ho.
Tabhi—
Knock… knock…
Wo chauk kar aankhein kholti hai aur upar dekhti hai.
Samne Nakul khada hota hai.
Arti ke chehre par ek pal ke liye surprise aur phir halki si muskaan aa jaati hai.
“Are Nakul… tum kab aaye?”
Nakul apne haath me pakdi hui coffee uski taraf badhata hai aur muskurate hue bolta hai—
“Pichhle pandrah minute se wahan stool par baitha hoon…
soch raha tha ki Arti ab attention degi…
Arti ab attention degi…
lekin tum to… ”
wo haathon se hawa me ‘gayab’ hone ka ishara karta hai.
Arti coffee lete hue thoda sa thakaa hua sa smile karti hai—
“Baat hi kuch aisi hai…”
phir dheere se bolti hai,
“Jo videos humne recover kiye the Avantika ki ID se…
wo khud hi pata nahi kahan chali gayi.”
Uski awaaz me pareshaani jhalakti hai.
Wo phir se apna sir pakad leti hai.
Nakul ek lamhe ke liye bina soche samjhe Arti ke paas chala jata hai or
Arti ke kandhe par haath rakh deta hai,
jaise use himmat dena chahta ho. Lekin Jaise hi wo Arti ke kandhe par hath rakhta hai Arti ka kameez apne shoulder se thoda slip hone lagta hai jisse Arti ke laal bra strep Nakul ko dikhai dene lagte hai... Nakul ki aankhein badi ho jati hai uske hatho me Arti ka wo bra strep feel hota hai, jispe usne apna hath rakha hota hai... Arti ko is baat ka zara bhi ilm nahi tha ki uska bra strep nazar aane laga hai... Nakul bhi apna thook gatakta hai...
Arti apni tension me itni doobi hui hoti hai
ki use us pal ka ehsaas nahi hota.
Wahi Nakul ek second ke liye apna haath dekh kar
ek ajeeb si ghabrahat mehsoos karta hai.
Arti thoda sa apni position badalti hai—
aur Nakul turant apna haath hata leta hai.
Jo tasalli wo dena chahta tha,
jo lafz wo kehna chahta tha,
wo sab uske hont par aakar hi ruk jaata hai.
Wo khamoshi se aage badh kar
Arti ke samne wali chair par baith jaata hai
aur coffee ka ek ghoont leta hai.
Arti uski taraf dekhti hai—
ek thaki hui, par sambhali hui muskaan ke saath.
Phir wo bhi chupchaap coffee peene lagti hai.
Dono ke beech ek ajeeb si khamosh bonding tair rahi hoti hai—
jisme na koi sawal tha,
na koi jawab…
sirf samajhne ki khamosh koshish.
Scene hold… then soft cut.
Agla Scene — Anushka ka Office, Cabin (Day, Silent Suspense)
Anushka apne cabin me akeli baithi hoti hai.
Table par files bikhri hui hain, laptop band hai,
aur wo kursi se peechhe tik kar aankhein band kiye
jaise dimag ke kisi gehre raaz ko jodne ki koshish kar rahi ho.
Uske chehre par ab bhi chot ki halki si thakaan saaf dikh rahi thi.
Bandage uske maathe par safed si lakeer bana rahi thi.
Uska andar ka monologue dheere-dheere ubharta hai—
Agar Sumeet ne mujhe maarne ki koshish ki hai,
to main use zinda nahi chhodungi…
Mujhe is raaz se parada uthana hi hoga… chahe kuch bhi ho jaaye.
Wo achanak aankhein kholti hai.
Uski nazar table par rakhe landline phone par jaati hai.
Anushka phone uthati hai, number dial karti hai—
awaaz ekdum professional, shaant aur controlled hoti hai.
Anushka:
“Yes sir… yes, documents complete ho chuke hain…
Okay, we’ll meet on 15th December.”
Wo ek chhota sa pause leti hai, phir thoda casual tone me bolti hai—
“Sir, meri ek chhoti si request thi…
kyon na hum ye meeting late evening me rakhein?
Office timing thoda short hota hai, you know…
is tarah humein extra time mil jayega.”
Doosri taraf se haan sunai deti hai.
Anushka:
“Ji, main personal supervision me rakhungi sab kuch…
Thank you, sir.”
Wo call cut karti hai.
Ek gehri saans leti hai, jaise koi pehla mohra sahi jagah par rakh diya ho.
Phir turant dusra phone uthati hai—
internal line dial karti hai.
Anushka:
“Haan, Dinesh… notice board par laga do ki
meri 15 December ki meeting late evening me hogi,
office band hone ke baad.
Ji haan, sabko clear dikhe.”
Phone rakhte hi
Anushka halka sa peechhe jhukti hai chair par.
Uski aankhon me achanak ek tez chamak aa jaati hai—
jaise koi plan jakaas taur par uske dimaag me lock ho chuka ho.
Uske hothon par ek halka sa khud se baat karta hua sa smile ubharta hai.
“Ab jo bhi hai… saamne aayega.”
Camera dheere-dheere uski chamakti aankhon par zoom karta hai.
Background me suspenseful music rise hota hai.
And…
Scene cut.
Agla Scene — Rahat ka Radio Studio (Afternoon, Calm Before the Storm)
Radio studio ke bahar shehar ka shor tha…
lekin andar jaise ek alag hi duniya chal rahi thi—
soft music, blinking red lights,
aur glass ke us paar sound engineer apne panel me busy.
Rahat aaj thodi jaldi aa gayi thi studio me.
Pichhle kai dinon se use saans lene ka bhi waqt nahi mila tha —
Avantika ka case, Behén_Code ke pressure,
aur upar se roz ka personal bojh.
Wo apna bag chair par rakhti hai,
dheere se mic ke saamne waali kursi par baith jaati hai.
Table par rakhi script ko haath lagati hai,
jaise apne aap ko taakat de rahi ho.
Uski aankhon ke neeche thakaan ke halkay halke ghere ubhar aaye the.
“Aaj bas… sirf main aur mera show.”
Wo apne andar hi andar faisla karti hai.
Uska show to evening me on-air hone wala tha,
par wo afternoon me hi studio aa chuki thi —
taaki aaj kaam pura dil se kar sake.
Avantika ki tension uske dimaag me kahin kone me ab bhi zinda thi,
par aaj wo use side me rakhna chahti thi.
Pichhle kuch dinon ki thakaan bhi aaj uske kaandhon par bhaari thi.
Rahat dheere se aankhein band karti hai.
Ek gehri saans leti hai…
jaise saari uljhanon ko pal-bhar ke liye baahar chhod dena chahti ho.
Phir wo aankhein khol kar
mic ke saamne apni jagah set karti hai,
headphones uthaa kar apne kaanon par lagaati hai.
Sound engineer glass ke us paar se use dekhta hai—
wo dono aankhon hi aankhon me ek silent signal exchange karte hain.
Rahat ke chehre par dheere-dheere
ek purani wali confidence bhari smile laut aati hai.
“Aaj… main sirf Rahat hoon.
Behén_Code baad me.”
Background me soft instrumental music rise hota hai.
Camera uske chehre par thera rehta hai—
jahan thakaan, zimmedaari aur passion teenon ek saath jee rahe hote hain.
Scene fade out.
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