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Agla Scene – Next Morning | Rathod ka Gussa
Subah ki roshni.
Rathod ka farmhouse phir se perfectly disciplined lag raha tha—
jaise raat ko jo kuch hua hi na ho.
Main gate ke paas
Rathod khud VIP guests ko alvida kar raha tha.
Har guest ke haath me
special gift hampers—
Indian mithai, silk stoles, handcrafted souvenirs.
Foreign guests
hansi-mazaak karte hue
Rathod se haath mila rahe the.
“Wonderful stay, Mr. Rathod.”
“India is amazing.”
“Your hospitality is unmatched.”
Ek-ek karke
luxury cars ka convoy farmhouse se nikal padta hai.
---
Last Guest – Roger
Aakhri me wahi American businessman bachta hai—
Roger.
Rathod uske saath gate tak chalta hai.
Rathod (casual smile ke saath):
“So Roger… should I confirm our deal?”
Roger thoda ruk kar muskurata hai,
phir bolta hai:
“Rathod, I loved your hospitality.
India… Indian people… beautiful culture.”
Phir ek beat.
“But before we move ahead,
I’d like to meet your lady once more.
What was her name?”
Rathod bina palak jhapkaye:
“Girija.”
Roger hansi ke saath:
“Oh yes… Girija.
I would love to spend another evening with her.”
Rathod ke chehre par
ek bhaari, samajhne wali smile aati hai.
Wo haath badhata hai.
Handshake.
Roger car me baithta hai
aur convoy ke saath nikal jaata hai.
---
Tone Shift
Roger ki car gate se bahar jaate hi
Rathod ka chehra patthar jaisa ho jaata hai.
Smile gayab.
Wo tez kadmon se andar palat ta hai.
---
Underground Corridor
Lift neeche utarti hai.
Rathod corridor me aate hi
ruk jaata hai.
Uske saamne
wahi guards—
buri haalat me,
chotil, bandage lage hue,
aankhon me darr.
Rathod ka gussa phoot padta hai.
“Tum log ek randi bhi sambhaal nahi paaye?”
“Samajhte ho iska matlab kya hai?”
Guards sir jhuka kar khade hain.
Haath jode hue.
Rathod
Aisi konsi viagra khilai thi tumhe jo tumhare lodo me aag lag gayi behen ke lodo
Rathod ek injured guard ke paas jaata hai.
“Batao,”
“kaun thi wo?”
“Kaun log Avantika ko le gaye?”
Guard ka gala sookh jaata hai.
Darte hue bolta hai:
“Boss… humein nahi pata.
Wo log pehle kabhi yahan nahi dekhe gaye the.”
Rathod ka gussa aur badh jaata hai.
“Matlab…”
“koi aaya,
mera system tod ke gaya,
aur tum bas khade dekhte rahe?”
Tum logo ki behen ko to ab main randi banaunga, unhe pet se karunga, fir se randi banauga
Wo palat kar
apne dusre guards ko ishara karta hai.
“Le jao inhe.”
Dusre guards
chupchaap unhe pakad kar
corridor se bahar le jaate hain.
---
End Frame
Rathod akela corridor me khada reh jaata hai.
Uski aankhon me
sirf ek cheez jal rahi hai—
Badla.
Camera dheere-dheere uske chehre par zoom karta hai.
Fade out.
Next Scene – Subah | Middle-Class Flat
Subah ki halki roshni
hall ke parde se andar aa rahi thi.
Kabeer sofe par leta hua tha.
Achanak uski aankh khulti hai.
Ek pal ke liye wo sirf ceiling dekhta hai…
aur phir pichhli raat ka har scene
ek saath dimaag me ghoom jaata hai.
Wo jhat se uth kar baithta hai
aur seedha bedroom ki taraf badhta hai.
---
Bedroom
Avantika abhi bhi gehri neend me thi.
Uski saans dheemi aur regular thi.
Kabeer ek gehri saans leta hai—
jaise dil ko thoda sukoon mila ho.
Tabhi…
Anisha ka khayal.
Wo palat kar poore flat me nazar daudata hai.
Aur tab
kitchen se bartano ki halki khan-khan sunai deti hai.
---
Kitchen
Kabeer dheere se kitchen me aata hai.
Anisha chulhe ke paas khadi
chai bana rahi hoti hai.
Aaj wo party wear me nahi thi.
Simple sa lamba gents kurta jo uske thighs par aake khatm ho raha tha or uske ass par wo tight ho chuka tha,
Niche se uski taangein Puri nangi thi,
baal khule,
bilkul natural.
Uski peeth Kabeer ki taraf thi.
Kabeer bas wahi khada ho kar
use dekhta rehta hai—
ek soft smile ke saath.
Phir dheere-dheere aage badhta hai
aur peeche se use hug kar leta hai.
---
Moment
Anisha ek second ke liye chonk jaati hai…
phir sharma jaati hai.
Uske haathon me chai ka cup tha,
aur Kabeer ke haath
uski kamar par aa jaate hain.
Kabeer uske kaan ke paas bolta hai,
“Good morning, baby.”
Anisha halki si muskurahat ke saath:
“Good morning…”
Kabeer usi hug me bolta hai,
“Subah-subah itna kaam?”
Anisha:
“Bas thoda sa…
tumhare liye, Avantika ke liye.”
Kabeer hug chhodta hai,
uske haath se chai ka cup le leta hai.
Muskurate hue:
“Ek baat kahu?”
“Tum… har kapdo me kamal lagti ho.”
Anisha baat samajh jaati hai.
Uske gaal aur zyada laal ho jaate hain.
---
Ending Beat
Kabeer kitchen slab par baith jaata hai.
Anisha uski taraf mudti hai.
Dono ki aankhen milti hain.
Kabeer chai ki ek chuski leta hai
aur aankh maarte hue bolta hai:
“Hmm… kadak hai.”
“Bilkul… kal raat ke kiss jaise.”
Anisha sharmate hue use dekhti reh jaati hai.
Camera
Kabeer ke agli chai ki chuski par freeze hota hai.
Scene fade out.
Agla Scene – Bank Office | Lunch Time
Lunch break ke waqt bank ka floor thoda sa dheema ho chuka tha.
Kahin files band ho rahi thi, kahin chai ke cups ki awaaz,
aur kahin halki-fuski baatein.
Anushka apne cabin se nikal kar
routine walk par nikalti hai—
yeh uski aadat hai.
Wo dheere-dheere poore bank me chalti hai,
jaise sirf chal nahi rahi…
pad rahi ho logon ko.
Cash counter par baitha clerk—
uski aankhon ki ghabrahat.
Loan department ki senior lady—
chehre par chipki hui fake smile.
Security guard—
hamesha ki tarah zyada hi alert.
Anushka sab notice karti hai.
Har ek chehra,
har ek body language.
Uski nazar kuch der ke liye
door khade Sumeet par tik jaati hai.
Sumeet apni desk par baitha tha,
computer screen me ghusa hua,
bilkul normal.
Na koi nervousness.
Na koi overacting.
Na koi galti.
Anushka thoda aur observe karti hai…
par usse kuch bhi unusual mehsoos nahi hota.
Wo halki si saans chhodti hai,
jaise apni hi soch ko jhatak rahi ho.
Anushka (khud se, man hi man):
“Zyada soch rahi ho shayad…”
Wo wapas mudti hai
aur apne cabin me aa kar beth jaati hai.
Chair par baithte hi
uski nazar table par rakhi
ek purani file par padti hai—
uske papa ka naam likha hua.
Anushka file ko dekhti hai,
phir aankhen band karti hai
jaise kisi adhoore sawaal ko dabane ki koshish kar rahi ho.
Bahaar bank ka shor
wahi ka wahi hai…
lekin Anushka ke dimaag me
kuch dheere-dheere jag raha hai.
Scene end.
Agla Scene – Avantika ka Treatment | Sheher se door ek flat
Sheher ke shor se door,
ek quiet se flat me ek ajeeb si khamoshi thi—
wo khamoshi jo sirf dard aur umeed ke beech hoti hai.
Bedroom me Avantika bed par leti hui thi,
chehra peela,
saans dheemi…
aankhen khuli hui, par thaki hui.
Hall se door bell ki halki si awaaz aati hai.
Kabeer darwaza kholta hai.
Saamne uska doctor friend khada tha—
simple kapdon me,
bilkul low profile.
Doctor (halke tone me):
“Hey bro…”
Kabeer sirf haath milata hai,
na smile, na formality.
Doctor nazar andar dalta hai:
“Is condition me kaise pahuchi ye?”
Kabeer ek gehri saans leta hai:
“Long story bro…
baad me bataunga.”
Doctor kuch nahi poochta.
Bas seedha bedroom ki taraf badh jata hai.
Wo Avantika ke paas jaakar
BP check karta hai,
pulse dekhta hai,
aankhon ki reaction…
sab kuch quietly.
Doctor (serious hote hue):
“She’s extremely weak.
Dehydration, shock…
Isse admit karna padega.”
Kabeer turant bol padta hai:
“Wo possible nahi hai.”
Doctor hairaan hota hai:
“Kabeer, ye mazaak nahi hai—”
Kabeer thoda tez:
“Doctor, main jaanta hoon…
par hospital option me hi nahi hai.”
Doctor aur Kabeer ke beech
ek tense silence.
Tabhi Anisha aage badhti hai.
Anisha (shaant lekin firm):
“Ek kaam ho sakta hai.
Jo drip, injection aur medicines
aap hospital me dene wale ho…
wo yahin de do.”
Doctor kuch seconds sochta hai.
Room me sirf AC ki halki awaaz.
Doctor dheere se bolta hai:
“Risk hai…
par technically possible hai.”
Wo Kabeer ki taraf dekhta hai:
“Okay.
Main medicines arrange karta hoon.
Lekin strictly follow karna padega.”
Kabeer sir hila deta hai,
jaise ek bojh halka ho gaya ho.
Doctor aur Kabeer bahar nikal jaate hain
medicines lene.
Bedroom me sirf
Anisha aur Avantika reh jaati hain.
Avantika chupchaap sab dekh rahi thi.
Uski aankhon me sawaal hi sawaal.
Wo halki si awaaz me bolti hai:
“Tum log…
mere liye itna sab kyun kar rahe ho?”
Anisha bed ke paas aakar
jhuk jaati hai.
Anisha (soft smile ke saath):
“Kyuki…
yeh hi to kaam hai humara.
Har ladki ki madad karna.”
Avantika ki aankhen
achanak bheeg jaati hain.
Wo kuch kehna chahti hai
par awaaz saath nahi deti.
Anisha uske baal theek karti hai
aur pyar se ishara karti hai:
“So jao…
ab tum safe ho.”
Avantika dheere-dheere
apni aankhen band karti hai.
Anisha wahi baithi rehti hai—
jaise ek guard,
jaise ek behen.
Camera Avantika ke shaant chehre par rukta hai…
aur scene dheere se fade hota hai.
Scene end.
Agla Scene – Late Evening | Rahat ka Radio Show
Sheher dheere-dheere shaant ho raha tha.
Street lights jal chuki thi,
traffic ka shor kam ho gaya tha.
Radio Station – ON AIR sign glow karta hai.
Studio ke andar Rahat mic ke saamne baithi hai,
headphones ka ek side kaan par,
dusra thoda loose—
jaise wo awaazon ke saath apni soch ko bhi control me rakh rahi ho.
Uske chehre par professional smile…
par aankhon me thodi si thakaan,
thodi si gehraai.
Rahat (smooth radio voice me):
“Good evening, sheher walon…
Aap sun rahe ho Radio Zindagi
aur main hoon Rahat,
aaj ke is late evening show ‘Dil Se, Direct’ ke saath.”
Background me soft music fade hota hai.
Rahat:
“Traffic slow ho, dil heavy ho
ya bas akelepan ka saath ho—
call kariye, baat kariye.
Main yahin hoon.”
Phone line blink karti hai.
Rahat:
“Hello… first caller of the night?”
Caller 1 (energetic ladka):
“Rahat
Main Rohit bol raha hoon.
Aaj boss ne overtime karwa diya…
ab ghar jaake bhi mood off hai.”
Rahat (muskurate hue):
“To Rohit, overtime ka solution ek hi hota hai—
achha gaana.
Aapke liye ek energetic track,
aur yaad rakhiye…
boss office me hota hai,
dil me nahi.”
Caller hasta hai.
“Thank you ma’am, aap sach me mood theek kar deti ho.”
Song plays
—thoda upbeat, thoda freeing.
Song ke baad next call.
Caller 2 (middle-aged aurat):
“Beta, main apni beti ke liye call kar rahi hoon.
Wo strong hai…
par duniya use kamzor samajhti hai.
Main kaise use samjhaun ki wo galat nahi hai?”
Rahat ka chehra serious ho jata hai.
Wo thoda aage jhuk kar bolti hai.
Rahat:
“Aunty,
kabhi-kabhi sabse strong log
sabse zyada chup rehte hain.
Bas uski sunte rahiye…
aur use ye mehsoos karaiye
ki uska ghar uski safe jagah hai.”
Studio me ek chhota sa silence.
Caller ki awaaz bharra jaati hai.
“Shukriya beta…”
Rahat halki saans leti hai.
Next call – tone bilkul ulta.
Caller 3 (masti bhara):
“Rahat ji, agar main aapse coffee peene bolun
to radio band karwa dengi kya?”
Rahat hansi rok kar:
“Coffee?
Sir, pehle chai peene ki aadat daaliye…
coffee ke liye to appointment lagti hai.”
Studio me sab hans dete hain.
Caller:
“Matlab hope abhi baaki hai!”
Rahat:
“Radio pe sab kuch possible hota hai,
real life me thoda patience rakhna padta hai.”
Ek aur gaana play hota hai
—slow, soulful, late-night vibes wala.
Song ke dauran
camera Rahat ke chehre par rukta hai.
Wo mic ke saamne perfect hai,
par uski aankhon ke peeche
kal raat ka mission,
Avantika,
aur behen_code ka bojh
abhi bhi zinda hai.
Song khatam hota hai.
Rahat:
“Aur isi ke saath
aaj ke show ka last segment.
Yaad rakhiye—
raat jitni gehri ho,
subah utni hi kareeb hoti hai.”
ON AIR sign dheere se dim hota hai.
Rahat headphones utarti hai…
ek gehri saans leti hai.
Radio band hota hai,
par uski kahani
abhi chal rahi hai.
Scene fade out.
Agla Scene – Next Morning | Rathod ka Gussa
Subah ki roshni.
Rathod ka farmhouse phir se perfectly disciplined lag raha tha—
jaise raat ko jo kuch hua hi na ho.
Main gate ke paas
Rathod khud VIP guests ko alvida kar raha tha.
Har guest ke haath me
special gift hampers—
Indian mithai, silk stoles, handcrafted souvenirs.
Foreign guests
hansi-mazaak karte hue
Rathod se haath mila rahe the.
“Wonderful stay, Mr. Rathod.”
“India is amazing.”
“Your hospitality is unmatched.”
Ek-ek karke
luxury cars ka convoy farmhouse se nikal padta hai.
---
Last Guest – Roger
Aakhri me wahi American businessman bachta hai—
Roger.
Rathod uske saath gate tak chalta hai.
Rathod (casual smile ke saath):
“So Roger… should I confirm our deal?”
Roger thoda ruk kar muskurata hai,
phir bolta hai:
“Rathod, I loved your hospitality.
India… Indian people… beautiful culture.”
Phir ek beat.
“But before we move ahead,
I’d like to meet your lady once more.
What was her name?”
Rathod bina palak jhapkaye:
“Girija.”
Roger hansi ke saath:
“Oh yes… Girija.
I would love to spend another evening with her.”
Rathod ke chehre par
ek bhaari, samajhne wali smile aati hai.
Wo haath badhata hai.
Handshake.
Roger car me baithta hai
aur convoy ke saath nikal jaata hai.
---
Tone Shift
Roger ki car gate se bahar jaate hi
Rathod ka chehra patthar jaisa ho jaata hai.
Smile gayab.
Wo tez kadmon se andar palat ta hai.
---
Underground Corridor
Lift neeche utarti hai.
Rathod corridor me aate hi
ruk jaata hai.
Uske saamne
wahi guards—
buri haalat me,
chotil, bandage lage hue,
aankhon me darr.
Rathod ka gussa phoot padta hai.
“Tum log ek randi bhi sambhaal nahi paaye?”
“Samajhte ho iska matlab kya hai?”
Guards sir jhuka kar khade hain.
Haath jode hue.
Rathod
Aisi konsi viagra khilai thi tumhe jo tumhare lodo me aag lag gayi behen ke lodo
Rathod ek injured guard ke paas jaata hai.
“Batao,”
“kaun thi wo?”
“Kaun log Avantika ko le gaye?”
Guard ka gala sookh jaata hai.
Darte hue bolta hai:
“Boss… humein nahi pata.
Wo log pehle kabhi yahan nahi dekhe gaye the.”
Rathod ka gussa aur badh jaata hai.
“Matlab…”
“koi aaya,
mera system tod ke gaya,
aur tum bas khade dekhte rahe?”
Tum logo ki behen ko to ab main randi banaunga, unhe pet se karunga, fir se randi banauga
Wo palat kar
apne dusre guards ko ishara karta hai.
“Le jao inhe.”
Dusre guards
chupchaap unhe pakad kar
corridor se bahar le jaate hain.
---
End Frame
Rathod akela corridor me khada reh jaata hai.
Uski aankhon me
sirf ek cheez jal rahi hai—
Badla.
Camera dheere-dheere uske chehre par zoom karta hai.
Fade out.
Next Scene – Subah | Middle-Class Flat
Subah ki halki roshni
hall ke parde se andar aa rahi thi.
Kabeer sofe par leta hua tha.
Achanak uski aankh khulti hai.
Ek pal ke liye wo sirf ceiling dekhta hai…
aur phir pichhli raat ka har scene
ek saath dimaag me ghoom jaata hai.
Wo jhat se uth kar baithta hai
aur seedha bedroom ki taraf badhta hai.
---
Bedroom
Avantika abhi bhi gehri neend me thi.
Uski saans dheemi aur regular thi.
Kabeer ek gehri saans leta hai—
jaise dil ko thoda sukoon mila ho.
Tabhi…
Anisha ka khayal.
Wo palat kar poore flat me nazar daudata hai.
Aur tab
kitchen se bartano ki halki khan-khan sunai deti hai.
---
Kitchen
Kabeer dheere se kitchen me aata hai.
Anisha chulhe ke paas khadi
chai bana rahi hoti hai.
Aaj wo party wear me nahi thi.
Simple sa lamba gents kurta jo uske thighs par aake khatm ho raha tha or uske ass par wo tight ho chuka tha,
Niche se uski taangein Puri nangi thi,
baal khule,
bilkul natural.
Uski peeth Kabeer ki taraf thi.
Kabeer bas wahi khada ho kar
use dekhta rehta hai—
ek soft smile ke saath.
Phir dheere-dheere aage badhta hai
aur peeche se use hug kar leta hai.
---
Moment
Anisha ek second ke liye chonk jaati hai…
phir sharma jaati hai.
Uske haathon me chai ka cup tha,
aur Kabeer ke haath
uski kamar par aa jaate hain.
Kabeer uske kaan ke paas bolta hai,
“Good morning, baby.”
Anisha halki si muskurahat ke saath:
“Good morning…”
Kabeer usi hug me bolta hai,
“Subah-subah itna kaam?”
Anisha:
“Bas thoda sa…
tumhare liye, Avantika ke liye.”
Kabeer hug chhodta hai,
uske haath se chai ka cup le leta hai.
Muskurate hue:
“Ek baat kahu?”
“Tum… har kapdo me kamal lagti ho.”
Anisha baat samajh jaati hai.
Uske gaal aur zyada laal ho jaate hain.
---
Ending Beat
Kabeer kitchen slab par baith jaata hai.
Anisha uski taraf mudti hai.
Dono ki aankhen milti hain.
Kabeer chai ki ek chuski leta hai
aur aankh maarte hue bolta hai:
“Hmm… kadak hai.”
“Bilkul… kal raat ke kiss jaise.”
Anisha sharmate hue use dekhti reh jaati hai.
Camera
Kabeer ke agli chai ki chuski par freeze hota hai.
Scene fade out.
Agla Scene – Bank Office | Lunch Time
Lunch break ke waqt bank ka floor thoda sa dheema ho chuka tha.
Kahin files band ho rahi thi, kahin chai ke cups ki awaaz,
aur kahin halki-fuski baatein.
Anushka apne cabin se nikal kar
routine walk par nikalti hai—
yeh uski aadat hai.
Wo dheere-dheere poore bank me chalti hai,
jaise sirf chal nahi rahi…
pad rahi ho logon ko.
Cash counter par baitha clerk—
uski aankhon ki ghabrahat.
Loan department ki senior lady—
chehre par chipki hui fake smile.
Security guard—
hamesha ki tarah zyada hi alert.
Anushka sab notice karti hai.
Har ek chehra,
har ek body language.
Uski nazar kuch der ke liye
door khade Sumeet par tik jaati hai.
Sumeet apni desk par baitha tha,
computer screen me ghusa hua,
bilkul normal.
Na koi nervousness.
Na koi overacting.
Na koi galti.
Anushka thoda aur observe karti hai…
par usse kuch bhi unusual mehsoos nahi hota.
Wo halki si saans chhodti hai,
jaise apni hi soch ko jhatak rahi ho.
Anushka (khud se, man hi man):
“Zyada soch rahi ho shayad…”
Wo wapas mudti hai
aur apne cabin me aa kar beth jaati hai.
Chair par baithte hi
uski nazar table par rakhi
ek purani file par padti hai—
uske papa ka naam likha hua.
Anushka file ko dekhti hai,
phir aankhen band karti hai
jaise kisi adhoore sawaal ko dabane ki koshish kar rahi ho.
Bahaar bank ka shor
wahi ka wahi hai…
lekin Anushka ke dimaag me
kuch dheere-dheere jag raha hai.
Scene end.
Agla Scene – Avantika ka Treatment | Sheher se door ek flat
Sheher ke shor se door,
ek quiet se flat me ek ajeeb si khamoshi thi—
wo khamoshi jo sirf dard aur umeed ke beech hoti hai.
Bedroom me Avantika bed par leti hui thi,
chehra peela,
saans dheemi…
aankhen khuli hui, par thaki hui.
Hall se door bell ki halki si awaaz aati hai.
Kabeer darwaza kholta hai.
Saamne uska doctor friend khada tha—
simple kapdon me,
bilkul low profile.
Doctor (halke tone me):
“Hey bro…”
Kabeer sirf haath milata hai,
na smile, na formality.
Doctor nazar andar dalta hai:
“Is condition me kaise pahuchi ye?”
Kabeer ek gehri saans leta hai:
“Long story bro…
baad me bataunga.”
Doctor kuch nahi poochta.
Bas seedha bedroom ki taraf badh jata hai.
Wo Avantika ke paas jaakar
BP check karta hai,
pulse dekhta hai,
aankhon ki reaction…
sab kuch quietly.
Doctor (serious hote hue):
“She’s extremely weak.
Dehydration, shock…
Isse admit karna padega.”
Kabeer turant bol padta hai:
“Wo possible nahi hai.”
Doctor hairaan hota hai:
“Kabeer, ye mazaak nahi hai—”
Kabeer thoda tez:
“Doctor, main jaanta hoon…
par hospital option me hi nahi hai.”
Doctor aur Kabeer ke beech
ek tense silence.
Tabhi Anisha aage badhti hai.
Anisha (shaant lekin firm):
“Ek kaam ho sakta hai.
Jo drip, injection aur medicines
aap hospital me dene wale ho…
wo yahin de do.”
Doctor kuch seconds sochta hai.
Room me sirf AC ki halki awaaz.
Doctor dheere se bolta hai:
“Risk hai…
par technically possible hai.”
Wo Kabeer ki taraf dekhta hai:
“Okay.
Main medicines arrange karta hoon.
Lekin strictly follow karna padega.”
Kabeer sir hila deta hai,
jaise ek bojh halka ho gaya ho.
Doctor aur Kabeer bahar nikal jaate hain
medicines lene.
Bedroom me sirf
Anisha aur Avantika reh jaati hain.
Avantika chupchaap sab dekh rahi thi.
Uski aankhon me sawaal hi sawaal.
Wo halki si awaaz me bolti hai:
“Tum log…
mere liye itna sab kyun kar rahe ho?”
Anisha bed ke paas aakar
jhuk jaati hai.
Anisha (soft smile ke saath):
“Kyuki…
yeh hi to kaam hai humara.
Har ladki ki madad karna.”
Avantika ki aankhen
achanak bheeg jaati hain.
Wo kuch kehna chahti hai
par awaaz saath nahi deti.
Anisha uske baal theek karti hai
aur pyar se ishara karti hai:
“So jao…
ab tum safe ho.”
Avantika dheere-dheere
apni aankhen band karti hai.
Anisha wahi baithi rehti hai—
jaise ek guard,
jaise ek behen.
Camera Avantika ke shaant chehre par rukta hai…
aur scene dheere se fade hota hai.
Scene end.
Agla Scene – Late Evening | Rahat ka Radio Show
Sheher dheere-dheere shaant ho raha tha.
Street lights jal chuki thi,
traffic ka shor kam ho gaya tha.
Radio Station – ON AIR sign glow karta hai.
Studio ke andar Rahat mic ke saamne baithi hai,
headphones ka ek side kaan par,
dusra thoda loose—
jaise wo awaazon ke saath apni soch ko bhi control me rakh rahi ho.
Uske chehre par professional smile…
par aankhon me thodi si thakaan,
thodi si gehraai.
Rahat (smooth radio voice me):
“Good evening, sheher walon…
Aap sun rahe ho Radio Zindagi
aur main hoon Rahat,
aaj ke is late evening show ‘Dil Se, Direct’ ke saath.”
Background me soft music fade hota hai.
Rahat:
“Traffic slow ho, dil heavy ho
ya bas akelepan ka saath ho—
call kariye, baat kariye.
Main yahin hoon.”
Phone line blink karti hai.
Rahat:
“Hello… first caller of the night?”
Caller 1 (energetic ladka):
“Rahat
Main Rohit bol raha hoon.
Aaj boss ne overtime karwa diya…
ab ghar jaake bhi mood off hai.”
Rahat (muskurate hue):
“To Rohit, overtime ka solution ek hi hota hai—
achha gaana.
Aapke liye ek energetic track,
aur yaad rakhiye…
boss office me hota hai,
dil me nahi.”
Caller hasta hai.
“Thank you ma’am, aap sach me mood theek kar deti ho.”
Song plays
—thoda upbeat, thoda freeing.
Song ke baad next call.
Caller 2 (middle-aged aurat):
“Beta, main apni beti ke liye call kar rahi hoon.
Wo strong hai…
par duniya use kamzor samajhti hai.
Main kaise use samjhaun ki wo galat nahi hai?”
Rahat ka chehra serious ho jata hai.
Wo thoda aage jhuk kar bolti hai.
Rahat:
“Aunty,
kabhi-kabhi sabse strong log
sabse zyada chup rehte hain.
Bas uski sunte rahiye…
aur use ye mehsoos karaiye
ki uska ghar uski safe jagah hai.”
Studio me ek chhota sa silence.
Caller ki awaaz bharra jaati hai.
“Shukriya beta…”
Rahat halki saans leti hai.
Next call – tone bilkul ulta.
Caller 3 (masti bhara):
“Rahat ji, agar main aapse coffee peene bolun
to radio band karwa dengi kya?”
Rahat hansi rok kar:
“Coffee?
Sir, pehle chai peene ki aadat daaliye…
coffee ke liye to appointment lagti hai.”
Studio me sab hans dete hain.
Caller:
“Matlab hope abhi baaki hai!”
Rahat:
“Radio pe sab kuch possible hota hai,
real life me thoda patience rakhna padta hai.”
Ek aur gaana play hota hai
—slow, soulful, late-night vibes wala.
Song ke dauran
camera Rahat ke chehre par rukta hai.
Wo mic ke saamne perfect hai,
par uski aankhon ke peeche
kal raat ka mission,
Avantika,
aur behen_code ka bojh
abhi bhi zinda hai.
Song khatam hota hai.
Rahat:
“Aur isi ke saath
aaj ke show ka last segment.
Yaad rakhiye—
raat jitni gehri ho,
subah utni hi kareeb hoti hai.”
ON AIR sign dheere se dim hota hai.
Rahat headphones utarti hai…
ek gehri saans leti hai.
Radio band hota hai,
par uski kahani
abhi chal rahi hai.
Scene fade out.
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