Thriller BEHEN_CODE

[Greenwood]

Update 51

NEXT SCENE — SHADOWS MOVING

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SCENE 1: RIZA — INFORMATION MONTAGE

Fast cuts. No background score at first — sirf city ke ambient sounds.

— Riza ek chai ki tapri par khada hai.

security officer uniform nahi.

Casual kapde.

Akhbaar table par khula hua.

Wo chai wale se casually puchhta hai —

“Yaha radio wali ladki roz aati hai?”

Chai wala bas haan me sir hila deta hai.

Riza bas note kar leta hai.

Aankhon me ek thandi si chamak.

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— Cut:

Riza ek purani building ke neeche.

Watchman ke saath cigarette share karta hua.

Riza (normal tone):

“Yaha ek model type ladki rehti thi na…

Scooty wali?”

Watchman bina shak ke bol deta hai —

“Arre haan haan… Ishani.”

Riza ka haath dheere se jeb me jata hai.

Naam tick ho jata hai.

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— Cut:

Riza ek cyber café me.

Computer screen par social media profiles.

Photos.

Tagged locations.

Rahat.

Ishani.

Riza ka reflection screen me dikhta hai —

expression bilkul blank.

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— Cut:

Riza car me baitha hua.

Phone par kisi se baat.

Unknown Voice:

“Donon ladkiyan zyada saath rehne lagi hain.”

Riza (cold smile):

“Bas itna kaafi hai.”

Call cut.

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— Final montage shot:

Riza ek flyover ke neeche khada.

Sheher upar chal raha hai.

Wo neeche — shikaar ke sabr me.

Riza (under breath):

“Ab dekhte hain…

kaun kiski saans pehle rukti hai.”

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SCENE 2: BANK — ANUSHKA

Tone suddenly normal, routine, almost safe.

Bank ka interior.

Lunch ke baad ka time.

Anushka apni desk par baithi hai.

Files arrange kar rahi hai.

System update kar rahi hai.

Sab kuch normal.

Tabhi phone ring hota hai.

She picks up.

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CALL SCENE

Anushka (professional):

“Yes, good afternoon. Anushka this side.”

Dusri taraf se client ki awaz — thodi hurried.

Client (phone):

“Meeting jo humne bank me rakhi thi…

wo cancel samjhiye.”

Anushka ruk jaati hai.

Anushka:

“Cancel? Sir, but sab arrangements ho chuke hain—”

Client:

“Meeting ab city ke bahar shift ho gayi hai.

Out of town.”

Anushka ka expression change hota hai.

Aankhen alert.

Anushka:

“Sir, agar aap chahen to hum location adjust kar sakte hain—”

Client (cutting):

“No. Decision final hai.”

Call end.

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AFTERMATH

Anushka phone ko dheere se table par rakhti hai.

Uski aankhon me frustration nahi —

alarm hai.

Wo kursi par thoda piche lean karti hai.

Anushka (inner voice):

“Yahi mauka tha…”

Wo window se bahar dekhti hai.

Anushka (low, determined):

“Wahi insaan…

jo mujhe marna chahta hai.”

Uski ungli table par dheere se tap karti hai.

Game miss ho gaya hai.

Par war nahi.

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END SCENE NOTE

Is sheher me:

Riza shikar ko map kar raha hai

Anushka ka shikar khud bhaag nikla hai

AGLA SCENE — THE LAST MEETING (BEFORE ACTION)

Location: Arti ki home library

Time: Late night — sheher almost quiet

Library ki lights dim hain.

Table par ek rough blueprint printout, kuch handwritten notes, aur ek laptop khula hua.

Rahat, Arti aur Ishani table ke teenon taraf baithe hain.

Chehron par tension nahi — tayyari hai.

Laptop screen par Anisha ka video call on hai.

Avantika piche bed par so rahi hai.

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PLAN DISCUSSION

Arti (calm, focused):

“Rathod ka office public building jaisa dikhta hai…

lekin andar se fortress hai.”

Wo blueprint par ungli rakhti hai.

Arti:

“Ground floor reception — waha entry easy hai.

Problem start hoti hai second floor se.”

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Ishani (confident smile):

“Second floor pe sirf staff access hai.

Par fashion event ke contracts ke chalte…

outsiders ka aana jaana chalu rehta hai.”

Rahat Ishani ko dekhti hai — samajh jaati hai.

Rahat:

“Decoy entry.”

Ishani sir hila deti hai.

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ROLES CLEAR

Arti:

“Ishani — tum front entry logi.

Model coordination, sponsor paperwork…

tumhara face hi kaafi hai logon ko confuse karne ke liye.”

Ishani (half-smirk):

“Confusion is my superpower.”

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Arti Rahat ki taraf mudti hai.

Arti:

“Rahat — tum service corridor se jaogi.

Office ke piche ka maintenance lift…

wo directly vault floor ke paas drop karti hai.”

Rahat (serious):

“Vault tak pahuchna sabse risky hoga.”

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Arti (steady):

“Isliye timing sabse important hai.

Sirf 7 minutes.”

Table par Arti ek circle banati hai — VAULT.

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VAULT STRATEGY

Arti:

“Vault biometric + code hai.

Biometric hum bypass nahi karenge.”

Rahat Ishani dono Arti ko dekhte hain.

Arti:

“Hum biometric owner ko hi use karenge.”

Ek beat of silence.

Ishani:

“Rathod?”

Arti:

“Nahi.

Uska trusted accounts head.”

Rahat dheere se saans leti hai.

Rahat:

“Risk high hai…

lekin proof bhi wahi hoga.”

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ANISHA ON VIDEO CALL

Screen par Anisha bolti hai, thodi anxious.

Anisha:

“Main bhi aa sakti hoon agar—”

Arti turant interrupt karti hai, soft but firm.

Arti:

“Nahi, Anisha.

Tumhari jagah yaha nahi hai.”

Anisha chup ho jaati hai.

Arti (gentle):

“Tum Avantika ke saath raho.

Wo safe rahe — wahi tumhara mission hai.”

Anisha haan me sir hila deti hai.

Uski aankhon me bharosa hai.

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FINAL MOMENT

Room me phir se silence.

Arti table se uthti hai.

Dono ladkiyon ko dekhti hai — ek ek karke.

Arti (slow, weighted tone):

“Yeh humara aakhiri mission ho sakta hai.”

Rahat aur Ishani dono ek saath sir hila dete hain.

No fear. No doubt.

Arti (final line):

“Isliye…

ise anjaam bhi wesa hi denge.”

Camera teenon ke chehron par slow pan karta hai.

Teen alag kahaniyan.

Ek hi raasta.

CUT TO BLACK.

AGLA SCENE — ANISHA & KABEER (THE NIGHT BEFORE)

Location: Sheher se door wahi flat

Time: Late night

Bedroom ka darwaza dheere se band hota hai.

Click. Lock.

Avantika dawai le chuki hai, gehri neend me hai.

Kabeer aur Anisha hall me aakar chupchaap sofa par baith jaate hain.

Kuch pal tak dono me se koi kuch nahi bolta.

Sirf wall clock ki halki tick-tick.

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Anisha apni ungliyon ko aapas me masalne lagti hai.

Uske chehre par wo tension hai jo bolne se zyada mehsoos hoti hai.

Kabeer (soft):

“Thak gayi ho?”

Anisha halki si muskurahat ke saath sir hila deti hai.

Anisha:

“Thakan nahi…

bas mann bhari hui feeling hai.”

Kabeer uski taraf thoda sa jhukta hai.

Kabeer:

“Sab kuch ek saath aa gaya hai na?”

Anisha uski baat par nazar utha kar dekhti hai.

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Anisha (dheemi awaaz me):

“Kal ka din…

mere liye sabse bada din hone wala hai, Kabeer.”

Kabeer chup rehta hai, bas sunta hai.

Anisha:

“Arti… Rahat… Ishani…

jo kaam karne ja rahi hain na…

uska anjaam kuch bhi ho sakta hai.”

Uski aankhon me halki si nami aa jaati hai.

Anisha:

“Agar kuch galat ho gaya to—”

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Kabeer turant uske haath par apna haath rakh deta hai.

Strong. Warm. Reassuring.

Kabeer (firm but gentle):

“Kuch galat nahi hoga.”

Anisha uski taraf dekhti hai.

Kabeer:

“Tumhari dost hain wo…

aur tum jaanti ho na,

tum log galat cheez ke liye kabhi ladti hi nahi ho.”

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Anisha apna haath uske haathon ke upar rakh deti hai.

Is baar zyada der ke liye.

Anisha (soft smile ke saath):

“Tumhare saath baith ke…

thoda sa halka lagta hai.”

Kabeer dheere se jhukta hai

aur Anisha ke mathe par ek halka sa kiss karta hai.

No hurry.

No demand.

Bas care.

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Anisha aankhein band kar leti hai.

Fir dheere se apna sir Kabeer ke shoulder par tika deti hai.

Anisha:

“Bas kal sab theek ho jaaye…”

Kabeer apna sir uske sir se halka sa laga deta hai.

Kabeer:

“Ho jaayega.

Aur chahe jo bhi ho…

tum akeli nahi ho.”

Hall me phir se khamoshi cha jaati hai.

Is baar khamoshi bhari nahi — safe hai.

Camera dheere se door jaata hai.

Do log…

ek raat…

aur agla din — jo sab kuch badalne wala hai.

FADE OUT.

AGLA SCENE — SAME NIGHT

Location: Arti–Abhishek ka bedroom

Time: Late night

Bedroom ka darwaza dheere se band hota hai.

Abhishek jaise hi room ke andar aata hai,

Arti bina kuch kahe seedha aage badh kar uske gale lag jaati hai.

Abhishek thoda sa surprise hota hai, phir muskura deta hai.

Abhishek (mazaak me):

“Ohh madam… aaj to bada pyaar aa raha hai.”

Arti koi jawaab nahi deti.

Bas dheere se apna chehra utha kar Abhishek ke honthon ko kiss kar leti hai.

Abhishek ka mazaak wahi ruk jaata hai.

Wo bhi Arti ko aur paas kheench leta hai.

Ek gehra sa saans…

aur phir Abhishek Arti ko god me utha leta hai, kiss ko todne nahi deta.

Arti instinctively apne dono pair Abhishek ki kamar me kas leti hai,

jaise use chhodna hi nahi chahti ho.

Abhishek use sambhalte hue

bed ki taraf badhne lagta hai.

— Soft light, close frames.

Abhishek Arti ke shoulder par jhukta hai, kapde dheere se sarakte hain… ek gentle kiss

Arti ka black bra strap nazar aata hai, jo abhishek choom leta hai

CUT TO BLACK.

— Neck ke paas ek lamha.

Abhishek Arti ke gale ke paas rukta hai, Arti ki saans tez ho jaati hai,

ek halki si “ahh…” uske honthon se nikalti hai.

CUT TO BLACK.

— Blanket ke neeche silhouttes.

Dono ek blanket me lipte hue, pasina, saansen,

mohabbat ka pressure, Abhishek ka loda Arti ke bahut andar tak pahuch chuka tha, Arti ke dard bhare expression is baat ka saboot de rahe they, Abhishek ki aankhein band tk Arti ki aankho me pyaar or dard dono,

Abhishek ek or tez jhatka marta hai or uske lode se garam dhar Arti ki choot ko bharne lagti hai.... Abhishek wahi Arti ki aankho me dekhne lagta hai

CUT TO BLACK.

— Stillness.

Abhishek Arti ke bagal me soya hua, dono shaant.

Arti uske baalon ko sehlaati hai, aankhon me neend aur fikr dono.

Arti (mann hi mann, halki si awaaz):

“Kal kuch bhi ho sakta hai…

lekin tum kabhi mere liye rona mat,

na meri fikr karna... Bas tum apna or sabka khyaal rakhna.

— Room ki light dheere dheere dim hoti hai.

Khamoshi, saans, aur raat.

FADE OUT.

AGLA SCENE — RAHAT & FAMILY (LATE NIGHT)

Raat ka sannata.

Poora ghar so chuka tha.

Rahat nange pair, bina awaaz kiye, abba Imdad ke kamre me aati hai.

Imdad aur Rukhsana dono gehri neend me hain.

Ceiling fan ki halki si awaaz… aur purani deewaron par padti soft roshni.

Rahat abba ke paas zameen par baith jaati hai.

Uska chehra kuch pal ke liye sakht, phir pighal jata hai.

Wo Imdad ko jee bhar ke dekhti hai—

wo chehra jo hamesha sakhti me chhupa raha,

par jiske peeche kabhi na kabhi fikar aur darr bhi raha hoga.

Rahat ka monologue, bilkul dheere, jaise khud se baat kar rahi ho:

Rahat (soft, bhari hui awaaz):

“Abba…

aap hamesha kehte ho duniya buri hai…

ladkiyon ke liye aur bhi buri.

Shayad aap sahi ho.

Lekin kya har baar dar ke peeche chhup jana hi zindagi hoti hai?”

Wo rukti hai… saans sambhalti hai.

“Main aapki izzat banna chahti thi,

lekin aapke liye main sirf zimmedari ban kar reh gayi.

Aapko lagta hai main zid karti hoon,

par sach ye hai abba…

main sirf jeena chahti hoon,

apni sharton par…

bina jhoot bole, bina chhup ke.”

Uski aankhein bhar aati hain.

“Mujhe nahi pata

aap kabhi mujhe samajh paoge ya nahi…

ya shayad tab samjhoge

jab main thak jaungi…

ya toot jaungi.”

Rahat ki aankh se ek aansu nikalta hai—

aur seedha Imdad ke haath par tapak jata hai.

Ek chhota sa lamha.

Imdad ki ungliyaan halki si hilti hain.

Rahat ka dil ek pal ko tham sa jata hai.

Wo turant apne aansu pochh leti hai,

jaise pakde jaane ka darr ho.

Rahat dheere se khadi hoti hai,

ek aakhri baar abba ko dekhti hai.

Rahat (mann hi mann):

“Main aapki beti hoon abba…

galat nahi.”

Wo bina awaaz kiye kamre se bahar nikal jaati hai.

Camera kuch pal Imdad ke haath par ruka rehta hai,

jahan aansu ka nishaan abhi bhi maujood hai.

CUT TO BLACK.

AGLA SCENE — ISHANI (SAME NIGHT, BEFORE THE MISSION)

Raat ka waqt.

City ke shor se door, Ishani apne flat ki balcony me khadi hai.

Neeche sadak par kabhi-kabhi gaadiyon ki headlight chamak jaati hai.

Halki si thandi hawa uske baalon ko hila deti hai.

Ishani balcony ki railing par dono haath tikaye hue hai,

aankhein band…

jaise khud ko samet rahi ho.

Aur phir—

FLASHBACK STARTS

Chhoti Ishani (8–9 saal)

Ek chhota sa ghar.

Subah ki dhoop.

Uska baap use kandhon par bithaye hue hai.

Dono haste hue park ki taraf ja rahe hain.

Baap (hans kar):

“Strong banna seekho Ishu…

duniya strong logon se hi darti hai.”

Chhoti Ishani zor se hans padti hai.

Uski hansi me suraksha hai…

bharosa hai.

Next frame—

Baap use cycle chalana sikha raha hai.

Ishani girti hai, ghutna chhil jata hai.

Baap turant use utha leta hai,

uske ghutne par phoonk maarta hai.

Baap:

“Rona nahi…

girna bura nahi hota,

gir ke na uthna bura hota hai.”

Ishani ke chehre par aansu ke beech ek smile.

FLASHBACK SHIFTS

Ghar ka mahaul badla hua.

Tez awaazein.

Maa-baap ka jhagda.

Maa (gusse me):

“Tum kabhi ghar par hote hi nahi ho!”

Baap (thaka hua):

“Main ye sab is ghar ke liye hi kar raha hoon!”

Chhoti Ishani darwaze ke peeche chhupi hui hai.

Uske kaan band hain, par awaazein fir bhi andar ghus rahi hain.

Agla frame—

Suitcases.

Maa ro rahi hai.

Baap ka chehra sakht.

Judge ki awaaz (fade me):

“Divorce granted.”

Chhoti Ishani courtroom ke bahar beech me khadi—

na maa ki taraf poori,

na baap ki taraf poori.

FLASHBACK — AFTER DIVORCE

Naya ghar.

Shaam ka waqt.

Ishani college se laut kar aati hai—

ghar khaali.

Na maa.

Na baap.

Bas ek note table par:

“Late ho jaungi.”

Ishani bag neeche rakh kar

khud ke liye khana nikaalti hai.

TV chalu karti hai—

sirf awaaz ke liye.

Birthday ka scene—

Cake table par rakha hai.

Candle jali hui.

Ishani khud hi claps karti hai,

khud hi candle bujhati hai.

Uski aankhon me sawal—

“Mere liye pyaar itna mushkil kyun tha?”

FLASHBACK ENDS

BACK TO PRESENT

Ishani ki aankhein khul jaati hain.

Unme aansu bhare hain, par chehra bilkul shaant.

Wo dheere se bolti hai—

jaise khud se wada kar rahi ho:

Ishani (soft, firm):

“Shayad isliye mujhe pyaar par bharosa nahi hota…

kyunki maine use toot-te dekha hai.

Lekin kal…

kal main kisi aur ki zindagi tootne nahi dungi.”

Wo ek gehri saans leti hai.

Apni aankhein pochhti hai.

Balcony se andar jaane se pehle

ek pal ke liye aasman ki taraf dekhti hai—

jaise bachpan ke us baap ko dhoondh rahi ho.

Ishani (mann hi mann):

“Strong banna…

yaad hai, papa.”

Wo light band karti hai.

Kamra andhere me doob jata hai.

CUT TO BLACK.

Same night, city club 11 PM 

Accountant Satish har sham yaha aata tha daaru pine or ladki bajane,

Bas yahi kuch uske shok they jo wo apne Ghar se bahut door alag se reh kar pura karta tha,

11 bajti hai or entry hoti hai Satish ki,

Waiter ko order deke wo music ko enjoy karne lagta hai to dekhta hai ki uske paas hi ek hot sexy ladki ek short gown me khadi hai lekin uska face cover hai ek fancy cat ke mask se jaisa aksar parties me hoti hai ,wo ladki music ko vibe kar rahi thi, Satish uski taango or fir uski neck ko ghoorta hai... Ladki Satish ki taraf dekhti hai or bolti hai,

Ladki:- aap yaha roj aate hai , pahle nahi dekhh apko

Satish :- dekha to humne bhi nahi madam, lagta hai important ho aap

Ladki Satish ki ek nazar dekhti hai, or bolti hai,

Ya shayad yaha koi mard mujhe ab tak Mila nahi...

Scene cut to club ke hi ek private room me,

Satish ladki ki gardan ko choome ja raha tha, or apna shirt bhi opan kiya ja raha tha

Ladki bhi apni aankhein band kiye thi, 

Dono sofe par they ki Satish aage kuch karne se pahle hi sofe par ludhak jata hai...

Ladki ek chain ki saans leti hai, or ek call Mila kar bolti hai haan madam, it's done,

Dusri taraf se aawaz aati hai ki thanks , jispe ladki bolti hai aap ne na jane mujh jaise kitno ko bachaya hai in darindo se, main itna to kar hi sakti hu... Or ladki smile karke phone cut kar deti hai, or phir apna wo fancy mask nikalti hai... 

Ye wahi ladki thi jise humare behen_code ne khanna se bachaya tha....

Montage,

Rahat or Anisha Satish ke ghar me raat ko enter, or Satish ki bio I'd chori....