25-12-2025, 02:22 PM
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Update 46
Scene — Underground Entrance Search (High Tension, Cinematic Build-Up)
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AERIAL SHOT — PARTY
Camera upar se glide karta hai—
• Foreigners wine glasses raise karte hue
• Groups hansi-mazaak, business talk, selfies
• Jazzy soft music
• Lights, chandeliers, shimmering glasses…
Beech me — Rahat descending the big staircase
Elegant… lekin har step careful.
Niche pohachtay hi wo Ishani & Anisha ko ek pillar ke paas khade dekhti hai.
Teeno ek dusre ki taraf quick eye-contact karte hain— Mission mode ON.
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CORNER — STRATEGY POINT
Rahat unhe ek quiet corner me le jati hai.
Rahat (low voice):
“Tum dono ne yaha ache se check kiya na?”
Ishani:
(Thodi thakki hui, sir hilati hai)
“Haan… ek bhi clue nahi.”
Rahat:
“Lekin underground ka rasta to yahi kahi hona chahiye…”
Anisha:
“Shayad building ke bahar se ho?”
Rahat turant apne EarPod ko adjust karti hai—
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CUT TO: ARTI — HQ MODE
Arti laptop me maps, blogs aur purani property listing check kar rahi.
Rahat:
“Arti… kuch mila kya? Entrance kidhar se ho sakta hai?”
Arti:
(Disappointed)
“No… yeh Rathod ka private mansion hai.
Na videos, na photos… kuch bhi available nahi.”
Rahat ek second sochti hai… background me party ka music muffle hota hai.
Suddenly…
RAHAT — IDEA SPARK
Rahat:
“Suno… humne sirf stairs check kiye hain.”
Pause…
“Lift bhi to hai.”
Ishani & Anisha dono ek saath— “Hmm… haan!”
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PLAN SET
Rahat (Ishani se):
“Tu mere saath chal. Same trick again.”
Ishani smirk karti hai—
“Alright.”
Dono bar counter ki taraf chalte hain.
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BAR COUNTER — OLD TRICK RETURNS
Ishani aur Rahat ek tray uthaati hain—
• 3–4 glass
• Ek fancy wine bottle
• Napkins
• Ek shiny scoop
Bilkul wahi waiter-bartender disguise.
Dono ek doosre ko look deti hain—
"Ready?"
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ANISHA — ALONE TOWARDS LIFT
Anisha unhe bar ki taraf jaate dekh kar halki si nervous par determined nazar aati hai.
Wo quietly crowd me se slip hoti hai…
Gallery ki taraf badhti hui…
Camera tracking Anisha’s slow careful steps
Her eyes scanning…
Left… Right…
Tabhi…
A GUARD SPOTS HER
Guard ka camera-angle from behind —
wo bhid me Anisha ko dekh kar suspicious ho jata hai.
Guard apna walkie–talkie uthata hai:
Guard:
"Target on south gallery. Moving."
Static noise…
Anisha ko pata nahi chalata.
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ANISHA — REACHES THE LIFT AREA
Gallery se turn lete hi ek silent hallway—
Marble floor par uski heel ki halki click… click… echo hoti hai.
Lift ke paas pahuchti hi thi—
FINGER JUST ABOUT TO TOUCH THE BUTTON—
SFX: HEAVY FOOTSTEPS
Anisha ka heart sink.
Camera slow motion me peeche se 3 guards enter karte hain.
Black uniform, earpieces, walkie talkie, stern faces.
Wo seedhe Anisha ki taraf badhte hain.
Scene CUT TO BLACK with a low dramatic sound.
Cinematic Scene — As You Requested
Lift area, dark corner, soft golden lights…
Anisha ka saans fast… guards ki boots ki thak thak thak awaz… aur phir—
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Guard 1: (gun point karte hue)
“Ruk! Haath upar!”
Anisha ki aankhein phat jaati hain.
Wo turant dono haath raise kar leti hai.
Uska gala sukha hua, uski voice almost band…
Guard 2: (mask hata kar)
“Tu… tu wahi ladki hai na? Us din party me thi…
Jab Vicky baba ka video banaya tha…”
Anisha ka dil zor se dhadakne lagta hai.
Uske hoth kaapne lagte hain.
Koi shabd nahi… kuch bhi nahi.
Guard 1:
“BOL bhi! Un logon ke sath mili hui hai na?
Yaha lift se kidhar ja rahi thi?”
Anisha ke kapaal par pasine ki ek moti boond.
Body puri freeze.
Anisha is westen look me Gazab ki lag rahi thi, round shape boobs, lambi gardan ,pichle nikli hui gol ass, patli kamar... Guard usse upar se niche tak dekhta hai—
gandi nazar… hawas bhari muskurahat…
Guard 2: (dirty smile)
“Chalo madam… talashi leni padegi.
Foreign log bhi hain… security ka mamla hai.
Desh ki izzat ka sawal samajhti ho na?”
Wo aage badhta hai…
Ek jerk me Anisha ka wrist pakad kar use ghuma deta hai.
Dhadd!
Anisha ko deewar se chipka deta hai.
Uski kamar guard ke samne,
Anisha ki saansen hil rahi hain,
Aankhon me dar…
Zehan me bas ek thought:
"Bas… aaj to main gayi…"
Wo aankhein band kar leti hai.
Guard piche se uska figure gandi nazar se taadta hai
aur apne sathiyon ko smirk se signal deta hai.
Talashi ke bahane se wo aage badhta hi hai—
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Tabhi… ek loud voice:
“BABY… tum yaha???”
Pure hall ka mood freeze.
Guard turant mud kar dekhta hai.
Anisha ka dil ruk sa jata hai—
Aawaz jani pehchani.
Wo dheere se aankhein kholti hai…
Kabir.
Tall, confident, blazing eyes.
Kabir seedha guard ke paas jaata hai,
uska haath hata kar,
Anisha ko apne peeche kar deta hai.
Kabir (angrily):
“What the FUCK! Yeh kya tareeka hai?”
Guard (smirking):
“Arre bhai tu kaun hai?
Yeh chhori humari security me phasi hai.
Ispe shak hai.”
Kabir aage jhuk kar gusse me bolta hai—
"Main kaun hu…?
Tu mujhe nahi jaanta, saale?"
Guard ka chehra tirk jata hai.
Uske saath wale guards bhi hilte hain.
Guard 1:
“Oye zubaan sambhal!
Bada aaya…”
Guard gusse me Kabir ki taraf aage badhta hai—
Cinematic, Tense, Bold – Scene Continued Exactly in Your Style
Lift area dim hai… guards ki guns abhi bhi shine kar rahi hai…
Anisha ka heart pounding… Kabir ka gussa sky-high.
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Kabir (aage badhkar, gusse me):
“MLA ko jaanta hai? Uski family se hoon main, behenchod.
Ladki ko chhod de… warna nokri se jayega.”
Guards ek dusre ko dekh kar halki si hansi dabaate hain.
Guard 1 (smirking):
“Tu bola aur hum maan liye?
Chal yeh bata…
Tera is ladki se kya rishta hai?”
Kabir bina blink kiye bolta hai—
Kabir:
“Girlfriend hai meri.
Do you have any problem?”
Guard ke hothon par ek hawas bhari smile aa jaati hai.
Do kadam peeche hatke jaise jaane wala ho…
Anisha ka dil ek second ke liye relax…
Lekin phir—
Guard 1 (smirk, dirty tone):
“Achha… to girlfriend hai?
To phir… kiss kar is ladki ko.”
Anisha ka dimaag blank.
Kabir:
“KYA?? Are you fucking mad?”
Guard haryanvi accent me, attitude le kar:
Guard:
“Bhai, isme kya harz hai?
Aajkal to chhora–chhori kahi bhi chudai kar leve hain.
Agar teri bandi hai… to kiss kar ise.”
Anisha ka chehra vile disgust me twist ho jaata hai—
Guard ke words uske kaan me zeher ki tarah ghus rahe the.
Kabir (angrily):
“Nahi karunga.
Aur tujhe dikhane ke liye to bilkul nahi.”
Guard ek aur gandi hansi chhodega:
Guard 1:
“Bhai… manne ki nai dekhna?
Akele me chahe tu iski bund maar, ya chuchi masal…
Manne koi aitraaz koni.
Chhori to bilkul ghatak hai.”
Baaki guards zorr se hasne lagte hain.
Anisha unke shabdon se puri tarah shake ho jaati hai.
Fir guard phir se aage badhta hai, is baar bandook seedha Anisha par:
Guard:
“Lekin abhi prove kar ki yeh thari bandi se…
Warna bhai… soch le.”
Anisha ka dimaag lightning speed me chalne lagta hai.
Anisha (mind voice):
“Kuch soch Anisha… warna bahut buri fans jayegi…”
Ek second.
Do second.
Teesre second me—
Anisha jhat se guard ka haath push kar deti hai,
Kabir ki taraf mudti hai,
uska chehra dono haathon se pakadti hai—
Aur seedha uske hothon par kiss kar deti hai.
Kabir ki aankhein shock me badi ho jaati hain.
Guard ka chehra bhi ek pal ke liye freeze.
Kiss deep hoti hai…
Anisha usme full force se act kar rahi hai—
Kabir slowly recover hoke Anisha ka saath deta hai kiss me.
Dono ke hoth ek dusre me lock,
Scene ek dum cinematic…
Guard ka gandi smile ab haar wale expression me badal jaata hai.
Guard (rude tone, irritation me):
“Chalo… yaha se nikal.”
Woh apne saathiyon ko signal karta hai.
Sare guards gusse se muh banate hue waha se chale jaate hain.
Kabir & Anisha still close… breathing heavy…
Lift lights flickering softly…
Tension → Attraction → Shock.
Guards corridor me se mudte jaa rahe the…
Unke jooton ki tap-tap dheere dheere door hoti gayi.
Jab aawaz bilkul fade ho gayi,
Anisha ne Kabir se kiss tod di.
Dono thoda sa peeche hote hain,
saans phooli hui… chest fast upar-neeche…
Ek awkward silence beech me latakta hua.
Anisha apne baal, gown aur lipstick thik karne lagti hai.
Kabir bhi collar aur blazer set kar raha hota hai.
Dono ki nazar ek second ke liye milti hai—
genuine, shock aur thodi si sharm ek sath.
Tabhi gallery me fir se footsteps ki aawaz aati hai.
Anisha ke chehre ka rang udne hi wala tha ki
corner se Rahat aur Ishani aa jati hain.
Dono ke haath me plates—
kabab, wine ke glasses… bilkul party vibe.
Ishani (normal tone me):
“Sorry Anisha… wo dawa milane me thoda time lag gaya.”
Kabir (eyebrow raise):
“Dawa?”
Rahat:
“Haan, in kabab me nind ki dawai mili hui hai.
Agar yaha hume Avantika mil jaye,
to use khane ka ek chance hoga.”
Kabir aur Anisha ek saath sir nod karte hain.
Kabir:
“Main aur Anisha yahi pehra denge.
Tum dono niche jao.
Agar koi problem ho… call us.”
Rahat aur Ishani agree karte hue haan me sir hilati hain.
Anisha un dono ko gale lagati hai,
voice halki si shake hoti hai:
“Take care… yaha bahut khatra hai.”
Ishani aur Rahat
Anisha ke gaalon ko softly touch karte hain—
“Haan… tu bhi.”
Dono lift ki taraf badhte hain.
Jaise hi woh andar jaati hain—
Lift ke panel par ek hidden button chamka:
UNDERGROUND.
Ishani aur Rahat ek sek ke liye ek dusre ko dekhte hain.
Phir Ishani turant underground press kar deti hai.
Lift neeche girne lagti hai.
Halka sa mechanical sound…
Dim red lights.
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Lift ke andar – tension build
Rahat:
“Niche khatra ho sakta hai…
jitna ho sake natural act karna.”
Ishani:
“Haan… aur
agar guards ne hume gher liya…
to saath rehna.”
Rahat haan me sir hilati hai.
Lift ek ding ke sath rukti hai.
Darwaza open—
Samne ek long gallery.
4 guards already khade— guns pointed.
Rahat aur Ishani bina dara,
confident, sexy sa attitude,
plates ko thoda flex karte hue aage aati hain.
Ishani:
“Upar se…
aap logon ke liye kuch khane ko bheja hai.”
Ek guard suspiciously walky-talky uthata hai—
Ishani ka gala sukh jata hai…
par situation instantly control me lane ke liye wo bol padti hai:
Ishani (halki naughty smile):
“Khane ke baad…
kuch aur bhi hai aapke liye.”
Woh napkins hatati hai—
andar condoms rakhe hue hain.
Rahat immediately us tone me bolti hai
jo ek professional seduction lagti hai:
Rahat:
“Walky ki koi zarurat nahi…
upar wale guards ke liye humari dusri friends hai.
Hum dono ko…
aap chaaron ke liye bheja gaya hai.”
4 guards ek dusre ko
hawas bhari muskuraahat se dekhte hain.
Rahat aur Ishani unki taraf aati hain,
table par plates rakh deti hain.
Guards guns side rakh kar kabab khane lagte hain—
unhe zara bharosa ho gaya.
Rahat ek guard ke sine par lagay
nametag “Raju Singh” ko notice karti hai.
Rahat (soft smile, seducing tone):
“Raju ji…
yaha aap chaaron ke alawa aur kitne log hain?
Hum do hain…
zyada log hue to sambhal nahi payenge,
to ek bandi aur bula lete hain.”
Raju ka muh full excitement me aa jaata hai.
Baaki guards ki hawas aur badh jaati hai.
Raju (plate haath me, mast tone):
“Koi na madam…
hum char hi hain bas.”
Rahat aur Ishani
deep breath leti hain…
Because that’s exactly what they needed.
Scene Continue – Same Cinematic Tone, Emotion, Chemistry
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UPPER FLOOR – LIFT AREA
Hall thoda dim hai, neeche party ki lights upar tak glow kar rahi hain.
Anisha aur Kabir side-wall ke paas khade hain, jaise hi Rahat–Ishani lift me ghus kar neeche chale gaye.
Jis second woh door close hota hai—
Anisha ka gussa phat padta hai.
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Anisha (jhalla kar, haath hilaate hue):
“Thoda pehle nahi aa sakte the?
Wo kameena… mere saath kuch kar deta toh?!”
Uski awaaz me darr bhi tha, irritation bhi.
Kabir arms fold karta hai, aankhon me disbelief…
Kabir:
“Kamaal hai!
Ek to tumhari jaan bachai, izzat bhi…
Upar se taane suna raha hoon main?”
Anisha (taiz tone me):
“Ha toh?
Tumhara kaam hi aisa hai!
Aur yeh kya tha?
Maine natak ke liye kiss kiya tha…
un logo ko dikhane ke liye…”
Wo ek second rukti hai…
Gala saaf karti hai…
“Tumne wapas kiss kyu kiya?”
Kabir ke hothon par ek slow, naughty sa smirk aa jata hai.
Woh thoda sa paas jhukta hai…
Kabir (teasing, soft husky voice):
“Bas…
un logon ko dikhane ke liye.”
Woh “dikhane” word ko thoda stretch karta hai, jaise intentionally chhed raha ho.
Anisha irritate hoke apna muh fer leti hai—
Lekin uske gaalon ki halka pink laali clearly visible thi.
Uske haath abhi bhi halki si trembling me the…
Saans abhi bhi thodi fast…
Anisha ke andar gussa nahi—
sharm, excitement, confusion… sab ek sath phat raha tha.
Wo aankhein chhupa ke gusse ka acting kar rahi thi,
par uske hoth…
thode se still swollen from the kiss.
Yeh Anisha ki life ka pehla kiss tha—
Aur wo bhi aise situation me…
bina planning… bina tayyari…
Lekin kiss to kiss hota hai.
Aur Kabir ka reaction… uska close touch…
sab uske mann me ek ajeeb si halchal chhod gaya.
Kabir side-eye se uska expression study karta hai…
Ek halka sa smile rok nahi pata.
Kabir (soft teasing):
“Waise natak ke liye…
kafi real tha.”
Anisha ka heart ek dum se jump karta hai.
Woh turant uski taraf tez nazar daalti hai—
Anisha:
“Bas!
Aage ek lafz bhi bola na,
to main yahin se upar se neeche phek doongi tumhe!”
Par uski awaaz me woh usual confidence nahi tha—
thodi shaky… thodi flustered.
Kabir smirk karta hua side wall par tik jaata hai,
arms fold karke…
aankhon me clearly interest.
Scene — Underground Entrance Search (High Tension, Cinematic Build-Up)
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AERIAL SHOT — PARTY
Camera upar se glide karta hai—
• Foreigners wine glasses raise karte hue
• Groups hansi-mazaak, business talk, selfies
• Jazzy soft music
• Lights, chandeliers, shimmering glasses…
Beech me — Rahat descending the big staircase
Elegant… lekin har step careful.
Niche pohachtay hi wo Ishani & Anisha ko ek pillar ke paas khade dekhti hai.
Teeno ek dusre ki taraf quick eye-contact karte hain— Mission mode ON.
---
CORNER — STRATEGY POINT
Rahat unhe ek quiet corner me le jati hai.
Rahat (low voice):
“Tum dono ne yaha ache se check kiya na?”
Ishani:
(Thodi thakki hui, sir hilati hai)
“Haan… ek bhi clue nahi.”
Rahat:
“Lekin underground ka rasta to yahi kahi hona chahiye…”
Anisha:
“Shayad building ke bahar se ho?”
Rahat turant apne EarPod ko adjust karti hai—
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CUT TO: ARTI — HQ MODE
Arti laptop me maps, blogs aur purani property listing check kar rahi.
Rahat:
“Arti… kuch mila kya? Entrance kidhar se ho sakta hai?”
Arti:
(Disappointed)
“No… yeh Rathod ka private mansion hai.
Na videos, na photos… kuch bhi available nahi.”
Rahat ek second sochti hai… background me party ka music muffle hota hai.
Suddenly…
RAHAT — IDEA SPARK
Rahat:
“Suno… humne sirf stairs check kiye hain.”
Pause…
“Lift bhi to hai.”
Ishani & Anisha dono ek saath— “Hmm… haan!”
---
PLAN SET
Rahat (Ishani se):
“Tu mere saath chal. Same trick again.”
Ishani smirk karti hai—
“Alright.”
Dono bar counter ki taraf chalte hain.
---
BAR COUNTER — OLD TRICK RETURNS
Ishani aur Rahat ek tray uthaati hain—
• 3–4 glass
• Ek fancy wine bottle
• Napkins
• Ek shiny scoop
Bilkul wahi waiter-bartender disguise.
Dono ek doosre ko look deti hain—
"Ready?"
---
ANISHA — ALONE TOWARDS LIFT
Anisha unhe bar ki taraf jaate dekh kar halki si nervous par determined nazar aati hai.
Wo quietly crowd me se slip hoti hai…
Gallery ki taraf badhti hui…
Camera tracking Anisha’s slow careful steps
Her eyes scanning…
Left… Right…
Tabhi…
A GUARD SPOTS HER
Guard ka camera-angle from behind —
wo bhid me Anisha ko dekh kar suspicious ho jata hai.
Guard apna walkie–talkie uthata hai:
Guard:
"Target on south gallery. Moving."
Static noise…
Anisha ko pata nahi chalata.
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ANISHA — REACHES THE LIFT AREA
Gallery se turn lete hi ek silent hallway—
Marble floor par uski heel ki halki click… click… echo hoti hai.
Lift ke paas pahuchti hi thi—
FINGER JUST ABOUT TO TOUCH THE BUTTON—
SFX: HEAVY FOOTSTEPS
Anisha ka heart sink.
Camera slow motion me peeche se 3 guards enter karte hain.
Black uniform, earpieces, walkie talkie, stern faces.
Wo seedhe Anisha ki taraf badhte hain.
Scene CUT TO BLACK with a low dramatic sound.
Cinematic Scene — As You Requested
Lift area, dark corner, soft golden lights…
Anisha ka saans fast… guards ki boots ki thak thak thak awaz… aur phir—
---
Guard 1: (gun point karte hue)
“Ruk! Haath upar!”
Anisha ki aankhein phat jaati hain.
Wo turant dono haath raise kar leti hai.
Uska gala sukha hua, uski voice almost band…
Guard 2: (mask hata kar)
“Tu… tu wahi ladki hai na? Us din party me thi…
Jab Vicky baba ka video banaya tha…”
Anisha ka dil zor se dhadakne lagta hai.
Uske hoth kaapne lagte hain.
Koi shabd nahi… kuch bhi nahi.
Guard 1:
“BOL bhi! Un logon ke sath mili hui hai na?
Yaha lift se kidhar ja rahi thi?”
Anisha ke kapaal par pasine ki ek moti boond.
Body puri freeze.
Anisha is westen look me Gazab ki lag rahi thi, round shape boobs, lambi gardan ,pichle nikli hui gol ass, patli kamar... Guard usse upar se niche tak dekhta hai—
gandi nazar… hawas bhari muskurahat…
Guard 2: (dirty smile)
“Chalo madam… talashi leni padegi.
Foreign log bhi hain… security ka mamla hai.
Desh ki izzat ka sawal samajhti ho na?”
Wo aage badhta hai…
Ek jerk me Anisha ka wrist pakad kar use ghuma deta hai.
Dhadd!
Anisha ko deewar se chipka deta hai.
Uski kamar guard ke samne,
Anisha ki saansen hil rahi hain,
Aankhon me dar…
Zehan me bas ek thought:
"Bas… aaj to main gayi…"
Wo aankhein band kar leti hai.
Guard piche se uska figure gandi nazar se taadta hai
aur apne sathiyon ko smirk se signal deta hai.
Talashi ke bahane se wo aage badhta hi hai—
---
Tabhi… ek loud voice:
“BABY… tum yaha???”
Pure hall ka mood freeze.
Guard turant mud kar dekhta hai.
Anisha ka dil ruk sa jata hai—
Aawaz jani pehchani.
Wo dheere se aankhein kholti hai…
Kabir.
Tall, confident, blazing eyes.
Kabir seedha guard ke paas jaata hai,
uska haath hata kar,
Anisha ko apne peeche kar deta hai.
Kabir (angrily):
“What the FUCK! Yeh kya tareeka hai?”
Guard (smirking):
“Arre bhai tu kaun hai?
Yeh chhori humari security me phasi hai.
Ispe shak hai.”
Kabir aage jhuk kar gusse me bolta hai—
"Main kaun hu…?
Tu mujhe nahi jaanta, saale?"
Guard ka chehra tirk jata hai.
Uske saath wale guards bhi hilte hain.
Guard 1:
“Oye zubaan sambhal!
Bada aaya…”
Guard gusse me Kabir ki taraf aage badhta hai—
Cinematic, Tense, Bold – Scene Continued Exactly in Your Style
Lift area dim hai… guards ki guns abhi bhi shine kar rahi hai…
Anisha ka heart pounding… Kabir ka gussa sky-high.
---
Kabir (aage badhkar, gusse me):
“MLA ko jaanta hai? Uski family se hoon main, behenchod.
Ladki ko chhod de… warna nokri se jayega.”
Guards ek dusre ko dekh kar halki si hansi dabaate hain.
Guard 1 (smirking):
“Tu bola aur hum maan liye?
Chal yeh bata…
Tera is ladki se kya rishta hai?”
Kabir bina blink kiye bolta hai—
Kabir:
“Girlfriend hai meri.
Do you have any problem?”
Guard ke hothon par ek hawas bhari smile aa jaati hai.
Do kadam peeche hatke jaise jaane wala ho…
Anisha ka dil ek second ke liye relax…
Lekin phir—
Guard 1 (smirk, dirty tone):
“Achha… to girlfriend hai?
To phir… kiss kar is ladki ko.”
Anisha ka dimaag blank.
Kabir:
“KYA?? Are you fucking mad?”
Guard haryanvi accent me, attitude le kar:
Guard:
“Bhai, isme kya harz hai?
Aajkal to chhora–chhori kahi bhi chudai kar leve hain.
Agar teri bandi hai… to kiss kar ise.”
Anisha ka chehra vile disgust me twist ho jaata hai—
Guard ke words uske kaan me zeher ki tarah ghus rahe the.
Kabir (angrily):
“Nahi karunga.
Aur tujhe dikhane ke liye to bilkul nahi.”
Guard ek aur gandi hansi chhodega:
Guard 1:
“Bhai… manne ki nai dekhna?
Akele me chahe tu iski bund maar, ya chuchi masal…
Manne koi aitraaz koni.
Chhori to bilkul ghatak hai.”
Baaki guards zorr se hasne lagte hain.
Anisha unke shabdon se puri tarah shake ho jaati hai.
Fir guard phir se aage badhta hai, is baar bandook seedha Anisha par:
Guard:
“Lekin abhi prove kar ki yeh thari bandi se…
Warna bhai… soch le.”
Anisha ka dimaag lightning speed me chalne lagta hai.
Anisha (mind voice):
“Kuch soch Anisha… warna bahut buri fans jayegi…”
Ek second.
Do second.
Teesre second me—
Anisha jhat se guard ka haath push kar deti hai,
Kabir ki taraf mudti hai,
uska chehra dono haathon se pakadti hai—
Aur seedha uske hothon par kiss kar deti hai.
Kabir ki aankhein shock me badi ho jaati hain.
Guard ka chehra bhi ek pal ke liye freeze.
Kiss deep hoti hai…
Anisha usme full force se act kar rahi hai—
Kabir slowly recover hoke Anisha ka saath deta hai kiss me.
Dono ke hoth ek dusre me lock,
Scene ek dum cinematic…
Guard ka gandi smile ab haar wale expression me badal jaata hai.
Guard (rude tone, irritation me):
“Chalo… yaha se nikal.”
Woh apne saathiyon ko signal karta hai.
Sare guards gusse se muh banate hue waha se chale jaate hain.
Kabir & Anisha still close… breathing heavy…
Lift lights flickering softly…
Tension → Attraction → Shock.
Guards corridor me se mudte jaa rahe the…
Unke jooton ki tap-tap dheere dheere door hoti gayi.
Jab aawaz bilkul fade ho gayi,
Anisha ne Kabir se kiss tod di.
Dono thoda sa peeche hote hain,
saans phooli hui… chest fast upar-neeche…
Ek awkward silence beech me latakta hua.
Anisha apne baal, gown aur lipstick thik karne lagti hai.
Kabir bhi collar aur blazer set kar raha hota hai.
Dono ki nazar ek second ke liye milti hai—
genuine, shock aur thodi si sharm ek sath.
Tabhi gallery me fir se footsteps ki aawaz aati hai.
Anisha ke chehre ka rang udne hi wala tha ki
corner se Rahat aur Ishani aa jati hain.
Dono ke haath me plates—
kabab, wine ke glasses… bilkul party vibe.
Ishani (normal tone me):
“Sorry Anisha… wo dawa milane me thoda time lag gaya.”
Kabir (eyebrow raise):
“Dawa?”
Rahat:
“Haan, in kabab me nind ki dawai mili hui hai.
Agar yaha hume Avantika mil jaye,
to use khane ka ek chance hoga.”
Kabir aur Anisha ek saath sir nod karte hain.
Kabir:
“Main aur Anisha yahi pehra denge.
Tum dono niche jao.
Agar koi problem ho… call us.”
Rahat aur Ishani agree karte hue haan me sir hilati hain.
Anisha un dono ko gale lagati hai,
voice halki si shake hoti hai:
“Take care… yaha bahut khatra hai.”
Ishani aur Rahat
Anisha ke gaalon ko softly touch karte hain—
“Haan… tu bhi.”
Dono lift ki taraf badhte hain.
Jaise hi woh andar jaati hain—
Lift ke panel par ek hidden button chamka:
UNDERGROUND.
Ishani aur Rahat ek sek ke liye ek dusre ko dekhte hain.
Phir Ishani turant underground press kar deti hai.
Lift neeche girne lagti hai.
Halka sa mechanical sound…
Dim red lights.
---
Lift ke andar – tension build
Rahat:
“Niche khatra ho sakta hai…
jitna ho sake natural act karna.”
Ishani:
“Haan… aur
agar guards ne hume gher liya…
to saath rehna.”
Rahat haan me sir hilati hai.
Lift ek ding ke sath rukti hai.
Darwaza open—
Samne ek long gallery.
4 guards already khade— guns pointed.
Rahat aur Ishani bina dara,
confident, sexy sa attitude,
plates ko thoda flex karte hue aage aati hain.
Ishani:
“Upar se…
aap logon ke liye kuch khane ko bheja hai.”
Ek guard suspiciously walky-talky uthata hai—
Ishani ka gala sukh jata hai…
par situation instantly control me lane ke liye wo bol padti hai:
Ishani (halki naughty smile):
“Khane ke baad…
kuch aur bhi hai aapke liye.”
Woh napkins hatati hai—
andar condoms rakhe hue hain.
Rahat immediately us tone me bolti hai
jo ek professional seduction lagti hai:
Rahat:
“Walky ki koi zarurat nahi…
upar wale guards ke liye humari dusri friends hai.
Hum dono ko…
aap chaaron ke liye bheja gaya hai.”
4 guards ek dusre ko
hawas bhari muskuraahat se dekhte hain.
Rahat aur Ishani unki taraf aati hain,
table par plates rakh deti hain.
Guards guns side rakh kar kabab khane lagte hain—
unhe zara bharosa ho gaya.
Rahat ek guard ke sine par lagay
nametag “Raju Singh” ko notice karti hai.
Rahat (soft smile, seducing tone):
“Raju ji…
yaha aap chaaron ke alawa aur kitne log hain?
Hum do hain…
zyada log hue to sambhal nahi payenge,
to ek bandi aur bula lete hain.”
Raju ka muh full excitement me aa jaata hai.
Baaki guards ki hawas aur badh jaati hai.
Raju (plate haath me, mast tone):
“Koi na madam…
hum char hi hain bas.”
Rahat aur Ishani
deep breath leti hain…
Because that’s exactly what they needed.
Scene Continue – Same Cinematic Tone, Emotion, Chemistry
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UPPER FLOOR – LIFT AREA
Hall thoda dim hai, neeche party ki lights upar tak glow kar rahi hain.
Anisha aur Kabir side-wall ke paas khade hain, jaise hi Rahat–Ishani lift me ghus kar neeche chale gaye.
Jis second woh door close hota hai—
Anisha ka gussa phat padta hai.
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Anisha (jhalla kar, haath hilaate hue):
“Thoda pehle nahi aa sakte the?
Wo kameena… mere saath kuch kar deta toh?!”
Uski awaaz me darr bhi tha, irritation bhi.
Kabir arms fold karta hai, aankhon me disbelief…
Kabir:
“Kamaal hai!
Ek to tumhari jaan bachai, izzat bhi…
Upar se taane suna raha hoon main?”
Anisha (taiz tone me):
“Ha toh?
Tumhara kaam hi aisa hai!
Aur yeh kya tha?
Maine natak ke liye kiss kiya tha…
un logo ko dikhane ke liye…”
Wo ek second rukti hai…
Gala saaf karti hai…
“Tumne wapas kiss kyu kiya?”
Kabir ke hothon par ek slow, naughty sa smirk aa jata hai.
Woh thoda sa paas jhukta hai…
Kabir (teasing, soft husky voice):
“Bas…
un logon ko dikhane ke liye.”
Woh “dikhane” word ko thoda stretch karta hai, jaise intentionally chhed raha ho.
Anisha irritate hoke apna muh fer leti hai—
Lekin uske gaalon ki halka pink laali clearly visible thi.
Uske haath abhi bhi halki si trembling me the…
Saans abhi bhi thodi fast…
Anisha ke andar gussa nahi—
sharm, excitement, confusion… sab ek sath phat raha tha.
Wo aankhein chhupa ke gusse ka acting kar rahi thi,
par uske hoth…
thode se still swollen from the kiss.
Yeh Anisha ki life ka pehla kiss tha—
Aur wo bhi aise situation me…
bina planning… bina tayyari…
Lekin kiss to kiss hota hai.
Aur Kabir ka reaction… uska close touch…
sab uske mann me ek ajeeb si halchal chhod gaya.
Kabir side-eye se uska expression study karta hai…
Ek halka sa smile rok nahi pata.
Kabir (soft teasing):
“Waise natak ke liye…
kafi real tha.”
Anisha ka heart ek dum se jump karta hai.
Woh turant uski taraf tez nazar daalti hai—
Anisha:
“Bas!
Aage ek lafz bhi bola na,
to main yahin se upar se neeche phek doongi tumhe!”
Par uski awaaz me woh usual confidence nahi tha—
thodi shaky… thodi flustered.
Kabir smirk karta hua side wall par tik jaata hai,
arms fold karke…
aankhon me clearly interest.
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