[Greenwood]

Update 15

college ground – morning

subah ka time hota hai.

sports ground colour flags se sajaya gaya hota hai, loudspeaker pe energetic background music baj raha hota hai.

students apni tracksuits mein ground par warm-up kar rahe hote hain.

stage par principal sir aur nikhat ma’am khade hote hain — nikhat whistle neck pe latka kar students ko assemble hone ka signal deti hai.

near ground boundary

ammu aur shanu ek bench pe baithi hoti hain.

ammu ka face calm hota hai, lekin uski aankhon mein ek thandi si narazgi hoti hai.

wo crowd ki taraf dekhti hai, lekin clearly arjun se avoid kar rahi hoti hai.

principal (mic par)

"welcome to annual sports week! let’s bring out your best — on the track, and off it too!"

ground par sab students scattered — kuch stretching kar rahe hain, kuch apne groups mein laugh karte hue.

lekin kuch chehre… thode alag lag rahe hote hain.

arjun halka sa thaka hua, aankhon ke neeche fatigue visible.

zaheer track pants adjust karta hua casually bolta hai:

zaheer

aaj tu race mein nahi hai?

arjun (thoda blank expression mein)

nahi... bas help kar raha hoon organising mein.

zaheer

achha hai... sab har baar jeetne nahi aate. kisi ko sambhalne bhi padta hai.

arjun (half smile)

aur kisi ko bhagna hota hai.

dono thoda muskura ke aage badhte hain

near track

ammu apni bag lap pe rakh kar baithi hoti hai, aankhon mein mild thakaan.

shanu uske bag se sunglasses nikaalti hai aur casually bolti hai:

shanu

kya mood off hai tera? ya bas sunlight zyada lag rahi hai?

ammu (without eye contact)

bas... kuch calls miss ho gaye the. aur jawab nahi mila. ab zarurat bhi nahi hai.

shanu (lightly)

tu toh philosophical ho gayi suddenly.

ammu uska sunglasses silently le leti hai. dono ke beech ek chhoti si khamoshi.

phir mic se announcement:

"next up – 200 metre boys’ sprint. contestants line up."

zaheer shoes ki laces check karta hai.

arjun thoda side pe khada hota hai — uski aankhon ki nazar crowd mein kuch dhoondh rahi hoti hai, lekin usse kuch nahi milta.

zaheer ne uski taraf dekha, phir aankh chura li.

zaheer (focused tone)

let’s go.

montage – race sequence

whistle blast.

zaheer powerful strides mein bhaagta hai — steady, confident, completely focused.

audience ka cheer badhta jaata hai.

zaheer last second mein chest out karke finish line cross karta hai — clear winner.

announcer

“first place – zaheer qureshi!”

ext. girls’ bench

shanu excitement mein seat se uthti hai, haath clap karte hue.

shanu (to herself, whispering almost)

kya run tha... solid.

ammu uska reaction notice karti hai, phir crowd ki taraf dekhti hai, quietly smile karti hai — lekin kuch nahi kehti.

ext. medal podium

zaheer medal le raha hota hai.

uska expression composed, humble hota hai.

background mein principal aur nikhat khade hote hain — applause sab taraf.

arjun thoda door se dekh raha hota hai — uske chehre pe ek mix emotion:

khushi bhi... kuch guilt bhi.

ammu ne ek second ke liye arjun ki taraf dekha — direct aankhon mein nahi, bas us direction mein.

arjun ne bhi dekha… lekin dono ne kuch react nahi kiya.

college ground – post-race moment

zaheer medal neck mein daale slow pace mein girls’ seating zone ki taraf aata hai.

ammu bottle pakda deti hai, without much expression.

shanu seedha aankhon mein dekhti hai — smile thoda awkward, thoda real.

ammu (casually)

good run.

zaheer sirf head nod karta hai, breath control karta hua.

tabhi uski nazar organising team ki taraf jaati hai — jahan arjun thoda distance pe khada hota hai.

arjun zaheer ko dekh kar two-finger salute karta hai, aankhon se signal deta hai — “solid tha bhai.”

zaheer usse halki si chin-up nod deta hai — dono bhai bas gesture mein baat karte hain, jaise

shanu (side glance mein)

wo bottle hold karti hai aur bolti hai:

shanu (softly, ek awkward smile ke saath)

well... congratulations.

zaheer (aankhon mein warmth ke saath)

thanks.

shanu apna haath extend karti hai handshake ke liye.

zaheer thoda slow motion mein haath aage badhata hai.

dono ka haath milta hai — firm nahi, gentle touch.

lekin jaise hi unka palm touch hota hai, shanu ke andar ek halki si sensation jaagti hai —

ek second ke liye wo literally freeze kar jaati hai.

uske chehre pe halka sa change — aankhon mein confusion + blush mix hota hai.

shanu (under her breath, barely audible)

what was... that?

zaheer kuch nahi notice karta, ya kam se kam notice hone nahi deta.

woh bottle le kar pee leta hai, normal tarike se.

ammu quietly dono ko dekhti hai, phir wapas crowd ki taraf dekhti hai — as if kuch bhi unusual nahi hua.

background mein mic:

“next event in 15 minutes. all participants please gather near the red tent.”

zaheer waha se aage badh jaata hai.

shanu uske jaane ke baad apna haath dekhte hue halki si smile press kar leti hai —

ek chhupi si awkward electricity jo body mein goonj gayi thi.

college ground – tent ke side ka quiet kona – late afternoon

competition ke dusre event ke liye sab student ground ke beech mein busy hote hain.

par ek kona relatively quiet hota hai — jahan arjun ammu ko dekh leta hai, jo apna bag adjust kar rahi hoti hai.

arjun halki speed mein uske paas aata hai, phir ek kadam door ruk jaata hai.

arjun (softly, tone me guilt + masti mix)

tumhare 20 missed calls ki ginti ab tak yaad hai mujhe.

ammu uski taraf dekhti bhi nahi.

ek second ke liye pause hota hai.

phir ammu casually bolti hai:

ammu (without looking at him)

kyunki tumne ek bhi call ka jawab nahi diya... yaad toh rahega hi.

arjun (thoda sarcastic smile ke saath)

tumne kabhi missed call ka matlab suna hai?

it means... ‘i missed you’.

ammu aankhon mein halka sarcasm leke uski taraf dekhti hai.

ammu:

yeh line kisi whatsapp status se uthayi hai?

arjun (laughs softly)

nahi... dil se uthayi hai.

sorry bolne aaya hoon.

ammu bag band karti hai aur uski aankhon mein finally dekh kar kehti hai:

ammu (thoda soft)

tumhe lagta hai bas ‘sorry’ se sab sahi ho jaata hai?

arjun:

nahi... mujhe lagta hai bas tumse baat ho jaaye toh kaafi hota hai.

ammu uski baat sunke ek second ke liye serious ho jaati hai.

fir bas aankhon mein dekhti hai, kuch nahi bolti.

arjun dheere se apna haath samne karta hai — handshake ya peace ka signal.

arjun:

truce?

ammu ek second uska haath dekhti hai, phir slow motion mein apna haath uske haath par rakhti hai.

phir halki si tap deti hai — not quite a handshake, more like a soft thappad.

ammu (soft tone)

next time... 20 missed calls se ek bhi zyada hua, toh sorry ka bill milega.

arjun (relieved smile ke saath)

deal.

dono ek dusre ko dekhte hain — ek second ka calm moment hota hai.

na romantic, na awkward... bas ek comfort feel hota hai.

background mein dhol ki awaaz fir se start hoti hai.

college ground – late afternoon – relay race ongoing

four boys relay chal raha hota hai — students cheer kar rahe hote hain,

background me whistle ki awaaz, boys ke sprint footsteps aur claps.

camera slowly pan karta hai corner mein baithe shanu pe —

jo ek umbrella share kar rahi hoti hai

zaheer ke saath (sun thoda tez ho gaya hota hai).

dono ek hi bench pe baith ke race dekh rahe hote hain.

ek second khamoshi hoti hai. sirf crowd ki awaaz aa rahi hoti hai.

phir shanu softly bolti hai:

shanu (side dekh kar)

aaj ki race... simple nahi thi.

tumne kaise itna steady pace maintain kiya?

zaheer (casual tone)

bas... har step pe yahi socha ki rukna nahi hai.

main speed ke liye nahi daudta, balance ke liye daudta hoon.

shanu thoda impressed si aankhon se dekhti hai.

phir apna bottle uske taraf badhati hai.

shanu (half-smile)

toh yeh bottle... ek winner ke liye. hydration for the balanced champ.

zaheer halki smile ke saath le leta hai.

zaheer:

thank you... par tumhare clap ka sound waise bhi kaafi tha.

shanu thoda sarcastic style mein aankhon se usse dekhti hai.

shanu:

mujhe laga... tum sirf race mein silent ho.

baaton mein bhi competition mat jeetna.

zaheer (light laugh)

nahi jeetna... bas kabhi kabhi samne wale ki tareef sunna achha lagta hai.

ek moment hota hai — dono race ki taraf phir se dekhte hain,

lekin ab unki expressions relaxed hote hain — no awkwardness, no extra emotion.

zaheer softly:

tumhare jese log ground mein nahi... balance banate hain life mein.

shanu kuch nahi kehti... sirf aankhon se thanks bolti hai, aur aankhon se race pe wapas focus kar leti hai.

college ground – back side tent – mid noon

subah se sports ka craze chalu hai, par iss side ka tent quiet hota hai.

nikhat clipboard le kar standee ke peeche shade me khadi hoti hai — clearly exhausted.

uske chehre pe thoda sweat, concentration aur hangry vibe hoti hai.

usne ab tak kuch khaya nahi hota — bas paani ki bottle leke khadi hoti hai.

arjun corner se aata hai — ek paper plate aur tissue me wrapped kuch nashta leke.

wo uske paas jaake rukta hai, aur casual tone me bolta hai:

arjun:

aapko notice nahi hoga, lekin subah 7 se aapne sirf bottle uthayi hai.

coach bhi human hote hain... kabhi kabhi nashta deserve karte hain.

nikhat uski taraf dekhti hai — pehle thoda suspicious expression hota hai.

nikhat:

aur tum morning monitor ban gaye ho sab ke meals track karne ke?

arjun (half-smile)

nahi... bas observe karta hoon.

aapka tone sharp tha... but energy drop aur aankhon ka focus down tha.

so... protein bar aur thoda sprouts laya hoon. sandwich rehne diya, ban nahi hota.

nikhat ek second ke liye kuch nahi bolti.

plate le leti hai, lekin awkwardly — jaise usse aadat nahi kisi ke thoughtful hone ki.

nikhat (softly)

thank you... but tum yeh kisi ko bataoge toh main tumhe ground ke 5 lap extra lagwaungi.

arjun (mischievous grin)

promise karta hoon... yeh secret, sirf aapke carbs aur mere respect ke beech rahega.

nikhat ek chhoti si smile daba leti hai.

nashta leke thoda corner ho jaati hai — clipboard ab side me.

arjun wapas chala jaata hai bina extra moment create kiye.

nikhat uski back dekh ke ek second sochti hai...

fir bas ek bite le leti hai aur clipboard dubara uthati hai.

shanu’s room – evening – soft yellow light

shanu mirror ke saamne baithi hoti hai.

college ka t-shirt half loose, bal thode bikhre huye — fresh nahake aayi hoti hai.

uske haath mein wo cap hoti hai jo zaheer ne suggest ki thi.

wo cap apne haathon mein ghumate hue... aankhon mein ek thoughtful si halchal.

shanu (under breath, to herself)

pata nahi kyun...

jab usne race jeeti... toh mujhe khud se zyada uski jeet pe khushi hui.

cap ko halki si muskurahat ke saath dekhti hai.

shanu:

aur jab usne haath milaya...

bas ek normal handshake tha, right?

par...

ek second ke liye laga jaise kisi ne dil ke andar light jala di ho.

wo apne hairband utaar kar table pe rakhti hai... fir casually apna face rub karti hai jaise khud se pareshan ho.

shanu:

main... kyu itni conscious ho jaati hoon jab wo aas paas hota hai?

kyu har waqt sochti hoon ki...

uski good books mein kaise rahun?

jaise... uska cap choose karna ho, ya usse milne ke liye koi random bahana banana ho...

“main ammu se milne aayi hoon…” — seriously, kitni baar?”

phir khud hi halki si hansi nikalti hai — chhupi si.

phir ek thoda still moment hota hai — wo cap ko sirf apne paas rakhti hai.

uske chehre pe smile hoti hai — koi dreamy nahi, bas ek “achha lagta hai” wali.

shanu (last line, almost whispering)

sab kuch… suddenly achha lagne laga hai.

bas... samajh nahi aa raha ki kyun.

zaheer ke ghar ki chhat – early evening

sham ka waqt hai. hawa thodi thandi ho gayi hai.

lights abhi on nahi hui... but aasman orange-blue mix tone mein dhal raha hai.

chhat pe ek kona — thoda shaant, jahan ammu aur arjun dono rail pe baith ke dusri taraf ke view ko dekh rahe hain.

thodi der tak khamoshi hoti hai — bas aas paas se doodhwale ke cycle ki awaaz ya kabootaron ki flapping sunai deti hai.

arjun (softly)

main galat tha.

ammu uski taraf dekhti nahi — bas sun rahi hoti hai.

arjun (thoda guilt ke saath)

maine kabhi aise behave nahi kiya tha...

aur us din... jab tune mujhe rokne ki koshish ki — main sirf bura dost nahi, bura insaan bhi lag raha tha.

ammu ab bhi kuch nahi bolti.

bas apne dono haath apne pair ke aas paas band kar ke baithi hoti hai, slowly breathing.

arjun (aankhon me sachchai ke saath)

main chahta hoon ki tu mujh par trust kare...

aur main khud par phir se vishwas laaun...

tere wajah se hi toh thoda thoda sambhalta hoon main.

ammu uski taraf dheere se dekhti hai. aankhon mein softness hai, thoda thakaan bhi.

ammu (finally bolti hai)

tu galat tha...

lekin tu maafi maang raha hai.

aur... main teri baat sun rahi hoon — itna kaafi hai na?

arjun slowly sir hilata hai.

ek halka sa smile uske lips pe aata hai, lekin aankhon mein halka pani bhi jam gaya hota hai.

arjun (halki si hansi ke saath)

tu mujhe forgive karti hai... toh main thoda theek mehsoos karta hoon.

ammu uski taraf dekhti hai — ab aankhon mein woh purani dosti wali warmth hai.

ammu:

pyaar karne ke liye pehle insaan ko samajhna padta hai.

aur tu... ab thoda thoda samajh aa raha hai.

Arjun usko taraf dekhta hai or jab use lagta hai ki Ammu emotional ho rahi hai to wo topic change karta hai...

Arjun

Waise tune jo fenka tha use main kya ishara samjhu

Ammu ko uski baat samajh nahi aati hai or wo bas confuse sa chehra banati hai..

Arjun

Kya main yeh samjhu ki tu ready hai ??

Ammu apne shoulder shrugg karti hai jaise use koi fark nahi pad raha ki yeh kya bol raha hai or smile karke aasman me dekhne lagti hai

arjun bas uski taraf dekhta hai — bina kisi line ke, bina kisi move ke.

arjun (softly)

can we just... sit like this for a while?

ammu head nod karti hai — dono fir se view ki taraf dekhte hain.

piche se hawa balo ko hilaa rahi hoti hai. arjun apne haath se halki si wind se ammu ke baal hatata hai —

bina kisi romantic gesture ke, bas ek subtle care.

shaam ka waqt hai, light dheere dheere fade ho rahi hai.

gali mein thodi-thodi roshni aa rahi hai bulbs ki,

aur log apne ghar ke bahar baith ke chai pee rahe hain ya roz ki baatein kar rahe hote hain.

shanu ek plastic bag leke, nukkad ke kirane wale se dahi aur chips le ke nikal rahi hoti hai.

wo casually apna dupatta theek karte hue gali ke ek kone se turn leti hai.

zaheer samne se aa raha hota hai — ek mechanic ki dukaan se wrench aur thoda grease laga towel leke.

uska t-shirt thoda purana, par uski aankhon mein usual shaanti hoti hai.

dono ka face-to-face moment hota hai — dono ruk jaate hain.

shanu (surprised tone, soft)

oh... hey.

zaheer (calmly)

tum... yahaan?

shanu:

ammu ke ghar se chips maangne gayi thi... aur dahi mummy ne bola tha.

tum?

zaheer (light smile)

papa ka scooter thoda jam ho gaya tha. repair karne gaya tha.

ek awkward sa pause hota hai — lekin uncomfortable nahi.

shanu bag ko thoda aur pakadti hai, jaise kuch kehna chahti ho.

shanu (casually, thoda hichkichahat ke saath)

aaj... tumhari race... achhi thi.

tumne deserve kiya tha medal.

zaheer kuch nahi kehta ek second — phir sirf thank you kehta hai.

zaheer (light laugh)

main ground pe daud raha tha... aankhon ke corner se bas ek cap chamak rahi thi... shayad woh tum thi.

shanu thoda blush karti hai, par casual banaye rakhti hai.

shanu:

cap mujhe khud select karni aati hai... mujhe tumhari advice ki zarurat nahi thi.

zaheer (mischievous smile)

phir bhi tumne li thi.

shanu kuch nahi kehti — sirf halki si smile ke saath nikal jaati hai uske side se.

zaheer (peeche se soft tone mein)

dahi na gir jaaye... sambhaal ke le jao.

shanu bina palte, bas haath hilake signal karti hai "sun liya."

singh house – drawing room – night

ghar shaant hota hai... dinner ho chuka hota hai.

madhu sofa pe baithi hoti hai, remote ek side, aankhen tv par glued.

tv pe ek popular daily soap chal raha hota hai — ek soft music background me baj raha hota hai.

shanu chhup chaap darwaza khol ke andar aati hai — haath me kirane ka packet.

woh casually madhu ke paas aake side se chalti hai.

shanu:

main chips le aayi... dahi bhi fridge me rakh diya.

madhu kuch react nahi karti — uska dhyaan tv screen par hota hai.

shanu thoda smile karti hai, fir bag side table pe rakh ke jaane hi wali hoti hai...

tabhi uska nazar tv screen par padta hai.

tv scene – heroine akeli apne kamre me hoti hai, ek cap haath me hoti hai, aur uske lips pe ek blush wali muskurahat hoti hai

background voiceover:

"kabhi kabhi... bina kahe, bina chuye... koi dil ke itne kareeb aa jaata hai ki uski soch bhi chehra rang deti hai..."

shanu ka kadam ruk jaata hai.

woh slowly sofa ke armrest par baith jaati hai... aankhen screen pe chipak jaati hain.

screen me heroine blush karti hai, apne aap se muskurati hai — shanu ki aankhon me bhi wahi halki chamak.

uska mind flash kar jaata hai — zaheer ki race... uska handshake... uska "tum jaise log balance banate hain..."

uska haath subconsciously apne lap me rakh ke tight hold karta hai — jaise koi feeling handle karne ki koshish kar rahi ho.

chehra dheere dheere soften hota hai... aankhon me ek glow, lips pe ek smile —

wo smile jo khud bhi notice nahi karti, bas nikal aati hai.

ek second tak uska chehra full on blush mode me hota hai.

phir wo khud hi halki si hansi me jhuk jaati hai — jaise usse samajh aa gaya ho.

tv background line:

"shayad... yeh hi toh pyaar hai."

shanu bas ek lamha ke liye madhu ki taraf dekhti hai —

jo ab bhi tv me lost hoti hai —

fir shanu screen ki taraf palat ke chehra takiye me daba leti hai...

Shanu (thinking )

Oh my goddd... Oh my goddd... Oh myyyy goddd... Kya yahi pyaar hai... Kya mujhe... Kya mujhe pyaar ho gaya hai... Lekin kaise, matlab... Kyu...  Or kab.... Wo bhi zaheer se... Shittt... Lekin wo to... Ek minute... Agar aisa hai to... Kya wo bhi yahi sochta hai... Oh god ... Yeh kaisi confusion hai... Lekin mujhe kaise pyaar ... Wo bhi usse... Usne to Aaj Tak dhang se bhi baat nahi ki hai mujhse...

ek ladki, ek tv soap, ek ek ladki, ek tv soap, ek lamha... aur ek mehsoos jo ab naam pa gaya.... aur ek feeling jo ab naam pa gaya.

qureshi house – ammu ka room – night

kamre me dim yellow light chal rahi hoti hai.

ammu bed pe lete hue apna phone scroll kar rahi hoti hai — insta reels, college ki pics, ek do baar arjun ki profile open karke... phir close kar leti hai.

uske chehre pe thodi confusion bhi hoti hai, jaise kisi baat ka jawab dhoondh rahi ho.

tabhi asma room me enter karti hai, haath me ek hairbrush aur towel hota hai, fresh bath leke aayi hoti hai.

asma (casual tone):

ammu... tu ne mera wo black wala bra dekha hai kya?

jo net wali strap ka tha... kal se dhoondh rahi hoon, mil hi nahi raha.

ammu ka haath jhatke se ruk jaata hai.

phone ka screen freeze hota hai uske aankhon ke saamne.

uske dimaag me turant flash hota hai — arjun ka woh awkward se hint dena, uski aankhon ka sharmaana...

ammu (slowly, almost whispering):

oh god... woh isi ke baare mein baat kar raha tha?

ek second ke liye woh literally apna sir dono haathon se pakad leti hai.

chehra red ho jaata hai... embarrassment, shock, aur frustration sab ek saath.

par woh turant apne expression normal karne ki koshish karti hai, jaise kuch samjha hi nahi.

ammu (casually, aankhon contact avoid karte hue):

nahi... maine nahi dekha.

aur waise bhi... apni cheezein sambhal ke rakha kar asma, har baar mujhse mat poocha kar.

asma (shrug karte hue):

haan theek hai... mil jaayega kahi.

mujhe laga tu laundry area se utha ke le gayi hogi.

asma fir apne kapde wardrobe me check karne lagti hai.

ammu bed pe baithi rehti hai — lekin ab phone ek side rakh chuki hoti hai.

woh aankhon me "yeh kya ho gaya" wala expression leke, chhat ki taraf dekh kar deep sa sigh leti hai.

ammu (under breath):

main arjun ko maar dalungi... seriously.

next day – late morning

college ka time hai. students idhar-udhar ja rahe hote hain, sports week ke posters sab jagah lage hote hain.

canteen se sandwich ki smell aa rahi hoti hai, aur ground se seeti ki awaaz.

ammu apne notes sambhalte hue staircase se neeche aa rahi hoti hai.

uska expression normal hota hai... lekin andar se alert — jaise kisi ka face dekhte hi phategi.

tabhi samne se arjun aa jaata hai — casual smile ke saath, ek hand pocket me, dusra bal set karte hue.

arjun (light teasing tone mein):

arre... tumhara laundry department kaafi strong hai, haan?

ammu ka kadam ek second ke liye rukta hai — fir aankhon se seedha ghoorti hai arjun ko, bina kuch bole.

arjun uske reaction ka wait kar raha hota hai — sochta hai shayad ammu hans degi ya kuch bol degi.

lekin ammu sirf ek side step leti hai... pass nikalte waqt shoulder se halka sa touch karte hue uske kaan ke paas softly kehti hai:

ammu (low but sharp tone):

next time agar tu koi bhi "kapde" wali baat karega na...

Toh tujhe public me laafa padega — vo bhi bina washing.

arjun thoda awkwardly hansi rokta hai, phir peeche mud kar kehta hai:

arjun (halki muskurahat ke saath):

laundry wali aankhen bhi badi dangerous hoti hain.

ammu usse mud kar dekhti bhi nahi — bas apne notebook ko tight pakad ke seedha classroom ki taraf chali jaati hai.

lekin jaate jaate ek baar uske lips thoda curl karte hain — jaise andar hi andar khud bhi hasi rok rahi ho.

cut to – arjun staircase par ruk ke khud se kehta hai:

arjun (softly):

yeh ladki mujhe ya to sudhaaregi... ya seedha bhagwaan ke paas bhej degi.

– ek choti si aankhon ki dhamki, ek warning with swag, aur ek love story jo thodi tight jeans jaisi fit ho gayi hai.

college sports ground – afternoon

dhoop halki hai, lekin ground ka mahol energetic.

students race tracks pe ready hain, kuch practice kar rahe hain.

organising team ek taraf whiteboard pe scores likh rahi hoti hai.

nikhat track ke corner pe standing stance me hoti hai — sporty tee aur cargo trackpants pehne hue, haath me stopwatch.

uske chehre pe wohi intense focus hota hai, jaise sab kuch precisely chalna chahiye.

arjun, clipboard aur notes leke uske paas aata hai — thoda dust laga hota hai kapdon pe, par aankhon me usual chill vibe.

arjun:

coach… matlab nikhat ma’am, team three ke captain ne bola hai ki woh kal second round skip karega, uske tuition classes hain.

nikhat (straight tone):

yeh competition hai, tuition nahi.

uske naam ke saamne “absent” likh do. simple.

arjun thoda smile kar deta hai — use maza aata hai nikhat ke us no-nonsense attitude me.

arjun:

noted. waise aapki coaching me thoda humour bhi ho to log kam bhaagen.

nikhat (mock glare):

main coach hoon, stand-up comedian nahi.

arjun (casual tone, lekin thoda personal):

haan, par kabhi kabhi aap smile karti ho to lagta hai stopwatch bhi ruk jaye.

nikhat ek second uski taraf dekhti hai — serious expression, lekin aankhon me halka amusement.

nikhat:

tu flirt karta hai ya kaam?

arjun (grinning):

dono. multitasking mera strength hai.

nikhat thoda laugh suppress karti hai, fir stopwatch uske haath me de deti hai.

nikhat:

count kar le 30 sec mein kaun lap complete karta hai.

aur agar kisi ne galti ki toh tu extra lap lega.

arjun:

main? kis capacity me?

nikhat:

punishment capacity me.

arjun clipboard side me rakhta hai, stopwatch start karta hai —

phir thoda soft tone me kehta hai:

arjun:

aapko pata bhi nahi chalta... aap ke saath waqt kaise nikal jaata hai.

nikhat uski taraf briefly dekhti hai — serious banaye rakhti hai, lekin andar se usse bhi woh comfort feel hone lagta hai

lekin us waqt ammu door se whiteboard ki taraf dekh rahi hoti hai, aur arjun aur nikhat ki baat usse dikhayi nahi deti.

nikhat (soft but firm):

kaam pe focus kar arjun... aur stopwatch ghoor ke kya milega?

arjun:

aapke expressions… woh bhi limited edition lagte hain.

nikhat ek chalk uske taraf fake kar deti hai — arjun dodge kar ke hansi rokta hai.

college canteen – late morning

canteen ka mahol usual se zyada busy hai.

zaheer ek corner table pe khada hota hai — uske aas-paas students ka small crowd, sab usse congratulations bol rahe hote hain.

kisi ne uske liye ek samosa bhi extra le liya hota hai.

kisi ka dialogue: “bhai tu toh legend nikla re!”

zaheer modest smile ke saath har kisi ka shukriya kar raha hota hai —

ek haath me bottle, dusre me tray… thoda awkward bhi lag raha hota hai itni attention se.

tabhi anwar madam canteen ke andar aati hain — wo bhi zaheer ke group ke paas ruk jaati hain.

anwar madam:

well done, zaheer. aisa discipline har student me hona chahiye.

tumhare jaise ladke sports week ki backbone hote hain.

zaheer politely head nod karta hai.

zaheer:

thank you ma’am... aap logon ne support kiya tabhi ho paya.

tabhi ek aur entry hoti hai — shanu ki.

shanu canteen ke gate pe rukti hai… ek second ke liye uski nazar seedha zaheer pe jaati hai.

uska chehra soft ho jaata hai.

aaj wo thoda aur ready lagti hai, thoda extra effort kiya hua, par casual.

aur uski aankhon me ek clarity hoti hai — jo kal tak confusion thi, aaj woh name le chuki hai: pyaar.

woh dheere dheere group ke paas aati hai — anwar madam use dekh kar smile karti hain.

anwar madam:

arre shanu… tumhare friend ne toh kamaal kar diya.

tumhe proud feel ho raha hoga, hai na?

shanu anwar madam ki taraf ek short smile deti hai, fir zaheer ki taraf dekhti hai —

ek second ke liye dono ki aankhon ka milna hota hai — normal sa hi lagta hai, lekin andar se kuch badal chuka hota hai.

shanu:

haan ma’am…

zaheer ke jaise log kam hote hain — balance banate hain.

zaheer thoda confused si smile deta hai — kyunki shanu usually aise deep baatein nahi karti thi.

par kuch bolta nahi.

ek ladka zaheer ke side se kehta hai:

shanu… tu lucky hai, tere friend circle me ek champ hai.

shanu halka sa laugh kar ke kehti hai:

shanu:

haan… friend circle hi toh hai.

uski voice me halka sarcasm aur halka affection hota hai — woh subtle tha, par zaheer ne feel kiya.

zaheer (softly):

tum kuch logon ko friend ke naam pe underestimate kar deti ho.

shanu uski taraf dekh ke halki si aankhon me muskurahat deti hai —

jaise usne yeh baat already accept kar li ho.

phir wo uske tray me se ek samosa uthati hai:

[b]shanu:[/b]

celebration ho raha hai, toh main bhi share karungi.

champion ka samosa sabka hota hai.

zaheer (smiling):

next saal jeeta toh poori plate tumhare naam.

shanu (low tone):

haan… aur agar haar gaye toh bhi main wahi rahungi.

zaheer uske expression ko thoda samajhne ki koshish karta hai,

lekin us waqt koi aur student aa jaata hai usse wish karne

shanu thoda side ho jaati hai — par uska chehra relaxed, light, aur bright hota hai.

wo andar hi andar ek naye comfort zone me enter kar chuki hoti hai — [b]pyaar jisme dikhawa nahi, par peace hota hai.[/b]

[Greenwood]

Update 16

college multipurpose room – afternoon

ek thoda dull sa hall. whiteboard pe event chart bana hua hai.

chairs aur tables scattered hain — planning meeting ka mood hai.

nikhat, arjun, aur kuch aur organizing members baithe hote hain.

zaheer thoda late aata hai — tracksuit me, haath me water bottle.

nikhat (professional tone):

let’s settle quickly. we need to finalize team combinations for the relay event.

every second will count here — speed plus strategy.

arjun whiteboard ke paas jaata hai.

wo confidently explain kar raha hota hai — usne relay ke liye ek new format suggest kiya hota hai:

arjun:

so, if we place dev in the second leg instead of fourth, we gain around 2.3 seconds on average.

he’s quick but doesn’t finish well under pressure. final leg should go to zaheer.

zaheer slightly confused hota hai.

dev uska junior hai — jo har match me uske sath practice karta raha hai, aur uska morale low hota hai bench hone par.

zaheer (thoda softly):

dev ne sabse zyada ground time diya hai. wo pressure sambhal sakta hai — pehle bhi kiya hai.

arjun (calm but firm):

haan, but yeh national-level prep hai. we can’t go by feelings. stats are better.

nikhat:

agreed. arjun’s layout makes sense.

we’ll go with this order — dev gets dropped for backup.

whiteboard pe dev ka naam cut kiya jaata hai.

zaheer chup ho jaata hai. kuch nahi bolta, sirf ek sharp look deta hai arjun ki taraf.

ek chhota silence hota hai — zaheer ki aankhon me halki disappointment hoti hai, but vo kisi ko nahi dikhata.

meeting disperse hone lagti hai.

sab apna data pack kar rahe hote hain, zaheer quietly bottle band karta hai.

zaheer (arjun ke paas se guzarne lagta hai):

nice presentation… kaafi impressive tha.

arjun (smirking):

thanks… idea hi aisa tha.

zaheer kuch nahi bolta, bas nikal jaata hai — lekin uske expression me woh sab kuch hota hai jo abhi tak unspoken hai.

cut to: whiteboard – dev ka naam faint chalk marks me dikh raha hota hai… aur zaheer ka naam final leg pe.

qureshi house – chhat – early evening

chhat par halki hawa chal rahi hoti hai, kapde line par sukh rahe hain.

ammu ek bucket leke aati hai, kapde utarne ke bahane. aankhon me thoda sa tension, thoda sa anticipation.

Chhat ke raaste arjun chhupke se aata hai, corner me thoda time rukta hai, phir aage badhta hai.

ammu (dekhte hi, halki narazgi me):

tum aa gaye… bina bataye?

arjun (shoulder uchaate hue):

aayi to tum thi… main bas wapas lene aaya tha jo mera reh gaya tha.

ammu (samajh jaate hue):

tumhara kuch nahi tha… wo kapda meri… matlab mujhe chahiye.

arjun (taunt maarte hue):

haan haan, mujhe bhi yaad aa gaya… black wala, net wali strap,soft cotton… itna bada  size.

ammu (jaldi se):

chhup! zaheer neeche hai.

arjun (laugh rokte hue):

toh? main toh tumhare ghar ka regular guest hoon ab.

ammu (slowly uske paas jaati hai, thoda sa aankhon me look):

bas wo kapda de do… aur kuch nahi chahiye.

Arjun

Wo to nahi milega... Pyaar ki nishani jo hai...

Ammu(thinking)

Ise kaise batau ki wo pyaar ki nahi saali ki nishani hai

Ammu

Dekh tu wo wapas de de... Please... Kyu nakhre kar raha hai

Arjun

Theek hai... De dunga wapas lekin ek shart hai

Ammu

Hein... Aisa thodi hota hai... Meri chiz mujhe lene ke liye kaisi shart

Arjun

Fir se sochle, chahiye ya nahi...

Ammu(thinking)

Agar na bolugi to kabhi nahi milega,or Asma ko yaad aa gaya ki kapde lene main gayi thi to use kya bolugi

Ammu

Theek hai bata kya shart hai...

Arjun

Kapde ke badle kapda

Ammu(confuse)

Matlab...

Arjun

Yeh le le, or uski jagah dusra dede... No problem simple solution

Ammu(thinking)

Agar ise mana kar dungi to yeh wapas nahi dega...

Ammu(jor khate huye bolte huye)

Theek hai... Kal wo leke aana or dusra le lena bas...

Arjun

That's really nice of you Ammu

Tumhare yeh kapde hi to khali waqt me tumhari Kami puri karte hai... I can feel them

Or arjun apne hatho ko aise karta hai jaise ki wo Ammu ke boobs pakadne wala ho... Or uski aawaz me ek moaning type hoti hai... Ammu yeh sunte hi usse jhagadne lagti hai,usko marne legti hai or arjun waha se chhat par bhag raha hota... Ammu bhi uske pichhe slow motion me bhag rahi hoti hai or dono ek diwar ke paas takrate hai or dono ek dusre ki baaho me aa jate hai... Arjun uski aankho me dekhta hai or dono ka eye contact hota hai... Bhagne se dono ki saansein foolne lagti hai or dono bas kisi feeling me kho jate hai,koi aawaz nahi bilkul silence....... Ammu aankhe band kiye apne aap apne lips aage badha deti hai... Or Arjun bhi apne lips uske lips par rakh deta hai... Dono kiss me busy ho jate hai,lekin yeh wala kiss pahle kiss se alag tha... Isme tha passion or dono ki razamandi... Dono ek dusre ke lips ko chabane lagte hai... Arjun ab ammu ko apni baho me bhar leta hai ekdam tight or dono shiddat se kiss karte hai... Chhat ki is deewar par dono ka pyaar rang le raha tha or unhe dekhne wala bhi koi nahi tha... Dono kiss karte rehte hai and suddenly dono ke lips par zoom hota hai or slow motion me dono ek dusre ko choom rahe hote hai... Or tabhi inka lips par angle blur hota hai or piche ka background clean dikhne lagta hai or yeh kya... Ye to... Yeh to Taz hai... Taz apni chhat se in dono ki prem lila dekh raha tha,use bahut bura lag raha tha kyoki wo Ammu ko pasand karta tha... Taz apna hath apni railing par de marta hai or arjun bhi ab chhat se wapas apni chhat par jane lagta hai

arjun railing ke paas rukta hai.

stairs se utarte waqt ammu palat ke ek baar dekhti hai… dono aankhon se smile exchange karte hain — kisi ko kuch kehne ki zarurat nahi hoti.

singh house – shanu ka room – evening

shanu bed pe ulte lete hue apna phone scroll kar rahi hoti hai. screen pe kabhi kabhi zaheer ke messages ya group photos ruk jate hain. phir screen lock kar ke uska face thoda restless sa lagta hai.

ek baar fir se phone uthati hai… message likhne lagti hai, fir delete kar deti hai.

aankhen ceiling ki taraf — mann me clearly kuch chal raha hota hai.

shanu (apne aap se, halki awaaz me):

bas aise hi... normal hi toh hai... bas dekhne ka mann hai... milne ka nahi... matlab, haan... casual hi toh hai.

wo mirror ke saamne jaake baal thoda set karti hai… ek random lip balm lagati hai… fir khud pe hasti hai.

shanu (phir se):

mujhe zarurat kya hai zaheer ke ghar jaane ki?

…ammu bhi nahi bula rahi… kuch bahana bhi nahi hai.

kya bolun… salt lene aayi thi?

wo table pe baithti hai… ek idea aata hai, phir turant reject kar deti hai.

shanu:

amma ke liye recipe... nahi yaar, itna obvious lagta hai.

chalk mangne jaaun? childish.

phir wo sigh karti hai… thoda frustrated hoti hai.

neeche se madhu ki awaaz aati hai:

madhu (door ke bahar se):

shanu, tu neeche aa rahi hai kya?

shanu:

haan maa… aa rahi hoon.

wo bed se uthti hai… kapde thoda thik karti hai

no reason to go.

shanu thoda disappointed si andar chali jaati hai.

uski aankhon me bas ek line likhi ja sakti hai —

"kaash koi wajah mil jaaye us tak phir se pahunchne ki."

college sports ground – next day – late morning

suraj tez hai, ground pe tension zyada.

semi-final relay event ke liye hustle-bustle chal rahi hai. har team apne lane me khadi hai.

zaheer apni team ke sath warm-up kar raha hota hai, lekin uska chehra stiff hai — aankhon me ek ajeeb sa pressure.

dev side me khada hai — nervous, thoda restless.

zaheer uske paas jaata hai, uski aankhon me thoda guilt bhi hota hai.

zaheer (softly):

dev... chill kar. tu best de, bas itna hi soch. pressure nahi lena.

dev (halki awaaz me):

main try karunga bhai... bas… sab dekh rahe hain.

zaheer:

main teri jagah hota toh bhi yahi karta. just run.

race start hoti hai.

first runner, second runner — sab theek ja raha hota hai.

third leg me dev baton leta hai… lekin wo speed maintain nahi kar pata.

doosri team ka runner usse cross kar jata hai.

zaheer anchor leg ke liye ready hota hai… wo baton le to leta hai, lekin tab tak lead chali jaati hai.

zaheer pura zor lagata hai, lekin finish line pe team third aati hai —

final ke liye qualify nahi karti.

team members ground pe baith jaate hain, kisi ka muh nahi chal raha. dev aankhon me paani leke baithe hota hai.

zaheer kuch nahi bolta. wo uske shoulder pe haath rakhta hai, lekin kuch kehne ka man nahi karta.

doosri taraf ground ke vip zone me arjun aur nikhat organizing team ke sath baithe hote hain.

jeetne wali team ke liye clapping ho rahi hoti hai — arjun bhi clap kar raha hota hai, casually, focused on winning side.

zaheer ki nazar door se us par padti hai — uske chehre par disappointment ke saath ek halka hurt ka emotion bhi hota hai.

zaheer ka inner monologue type vibe:

“yeh uske liye bas ek event tha… mere liye toh team thi.”

arjun notice nahi karta —

zaheer bas silently waha se nikal jaata hai, apne towel ko tight pakad ke, head down.

cut to: dev – jiska sir jhuka hota hai.

cut to: arjun – jiska dhyaan abhi bhi celebrations me hai.
cut to: zaheer – jo chalte chalte ek baar palat kar dekhta hai, phir seedha chala jaata hai.

college corridor – late afternoon

sports event ke baad ka time hai, campus thoda shaant ho chuka hai. students groups me baatein karte nikal rahe hain.

shanu canteen se nikli hoti hai — haath me ek cold drink aur chehre pe usual jolly, full-of-life smile.

shanu (apne aap se):

zaheer ko bataun ki main uska relay dekh nahi payi... but i’m sure he nailed it.

(then giggles softly)

aur agar nahi bhi jeeta toh main usse hi trophy dila dungi... attitude ki.

wo turning le kar ground side corridor ki taraf badhti hai — thoda casual bounce leke.

tabhi saamne se zaheer aata hai.

shirt thodi muddy, towel shoulder pe, aankhon me halki redness — lekin voice nahi, expression blank.

wo directly shanu ke kareeb se gujarta hai, bina kuch bole.

shanu (thoda tease karte hue):

arre arre... champion sahab itne serious kyu? thoda smile toh—

uska sentence adhoora reh jaata hai.

shanu uski aankhon me dekh leti hai — un aankhon me kuch tha. halka sa paani, thoda dard, aur pura thaka hua insaan.

zaheer uski taraf dekhta bhi nahi — seedha nikal jaata hai, jaise koi toofan andar chhupa raha ho

shanu (ruk jaati hai, aankhon me sudden softness):

“yeh... kya hua use?”

(she whispers to herself)

wo uske jaane ka raasta dekhti rehti hai. uska cold drink thanda hota hai, lekin uske haath garam ho jaate hain — ek tadap, ek chubhan, ek helplessness.

zaheer chalte chalte railing ke paas rukta hai… bas ek second ke liye… aur phir bina palte, chala jaata hai.

shanu ab tak wahi khadi hoti hai… aankhon me confusion nahi, sirf concern.

girls common room – afternoon

shanu ek bench pe baithi hoti hai, do ladkiyan uske paas baith ke sports ka discussion kar rahi hoti hain.

girl 1:

arre zaheer ki team out ho gayi, can you believe it?

girl 2:

haan yaar... final se pehle disqualify ho gaye. shocking tha.

shanu (surprised):

what? seriously?

kab hua yeh?

girl 1:

bas aaj hi... dev ne relay me gadbad kar di.

but zaheer ne toh full try kiya. poor guy.

shanu ka face thoda freeze ho jaata hai. wo bas ek second ke liye blank dekhti hai, phir aankhen down karti hai.

shanu (andar hi andar):

“aur maine socha main usse taang kheenchne jaaungi…”

college ground ke paas ka corner – thodi der baad

zaheer ek cemented boundary wall pe baitha hota hai, dusre log chhut rahe hote hain, lekin wo shant hota hai, uske haath me bottle hai — lekin wo usse ghoor raha hota hai, pee nahi raha.

tabhi shanu aati hai — halki si hesitant steps ke saath. uske haath me ek chhota packet hota hai — ek energy bar ya kuch aisa.

shanu (normal tone me):

sun...

champion waale zone me rehne ki acting mat kar…

main pehchaan gayi hoon — tu chill kar raha hai, lekin andar se ghussa hai, right?

zaheer uski taraf dekhta hai, ek halki si muskurahat lane ki koshish karta hai… lekin kuch bolta nahi.

shanu (baith jaati hai uske paas):

tum haare, mujhe pata hai.

kyu haare, mujhe nahi pata.

aur honestly, zarurat bhi nahi hai mujhe reason jaane ki.

zaheer (softly, thoda surprise ke saath):

toh phir aayi kyu ho?

shanu:

tumhare liye. bas.

tumhe ye yaad dilane ki liye ki haar jeet chhoti baat hai…

tum zaheer ho. aur zaheer haar ke bhi kisi aur se zyada strong lagta hai.

wo uske haath me energy bar thamaati hai.

shanu (masti me):

aur ye le... chocolate flavour hai. mujhe chahiye hota toh main khud kha leti.

but tu deserving lag raha hai.

zaheer uski taraf dekhta hai… ek shant, almost grateful expression ke saath.

zaheer:

tu... alag hai.

shanu (shoulder uchaake):

pata hai. tu bhi.

ek second ki awkward silence hoti hai… lekin wo weird nahi hoti.

phir shanu uth jaati hai.

shanu:

waise main soch rahi thi, ek din mujhe tumhara cap try karna chahiye.

aaj mood off hai, isiliye maaf kar diya.

warna permission lena padta.

zaheer (smiling):

le lena... bina permission ke bhi.

shanu ek baar uski aankhon me dekhti hai... aur chali jaati hai.

zaheer uski back ko dekhte hue, pehli baar us din halka sa light mehsoos karta hai.

zaheer ki chhat – early evening

shaam dhal chuki hai. chhat par halki orange light phaili hai. hawa me thoda thandak hai.

ammu kapde lene ke bahane chhat par aayi hoti hai. uske bal loosely bandh rakhe hain, ek haath me clip aur dusre haath me laundry basket.

tabhi arjun sidiyon se chhup chhup ke chhat par chadh jaata hai. ammu uski aahat sun ke thoda alert hoti hai.

ammu (ghoom kar):

tu aa gaya? Yaad hai na ki kya tay hua tha

arjun (casually):

main toh soch raha tha tu bhool gayi hogi...

ammu (teekhe lekin low voice me):

maine wada kiya tha... lekin tune pehle wapas lautaana tha.

arjun slowly paas aata hai, thoda drama karte hue:

ammu, ek din log kahenge — "yeh wahi ladka hai jo ek chhoti si chori se ek badi si story bana gaya."

ammu:

ek din log kahenge — "yeh wahi ladka hai jisko meri chappal se bhi pyaar tha."

arjun hans padta hai.

arjun:

agar tu chappal ban ke bhi aaye na, tab bhi main tujhe pehn lunga.

ammu (mock disbelief):

uff, tu na... ek number ka cartoon hai.

phir dono chhat ke kone pe jaa ke baith jaate hain, halka sa silence hota hai. sirf hawayein aur sheher ki shaam ka shor.

Ammu

La ab de...

Arjun

Pahle tu de... Fir aage baat hogi

Ammu waha se uth kar jati hai taar par sukh rahe kapdo ke niche se ek red maroon bra nikalti hai or arjun ke dekhe bina hi use hatho me fold kar leti hai...

Arjun

Oh acha to yaha hai khajana..

Arjun (thinking)

Agli baar mangana nahi padega

Ammu dhire dhire uske paas aati hai or apni muhti kholti hai or arjun uske hath se wo bra le leta hai or apni pocket me rakh leta hai bina dekhe... Taki Ammu ko embarrassments na ho...

Ammu

Maine apna kaam kar diya... Ab teri baari

Arjun

Wo to thik hai lekin...

Ammu

Lekin kya...

Arjun

Wo jo kiss tha... Wo ek or chahiye mujhe... Is baar more passionate

Ammu

Bhag... Ab kuch nahi milega..

Ammu samajh jati hai ki wo ab apni bra bhi kho chuki hai or uth kar waha se jane lagti hai

Arjun

Kaha Jaa rahi hai...

Ammu

Beth kar kya fayda... Tu waada to pura karta nahi

Arjun ek smile deta hai or ammu jane lagti hai,arjun wahi se tez aawaz me bolta hai...

Arjun

Agli baar pura set chahiye hoga mujhe, ab isse kaam nahi chalta raato mein

Or Ammu use aankho se ishara karti hai hatt badtamiz or smile karke jane lagti hai

Arjun wahi bethe use dekhne lagta hai,or uth kar wapas apni chaat par aa jata hai

college canteen – sports week ka aakhiri din – afternoon

bhaar ground par energy peak par hoti hai. final match chal raha hai. dhoop tez hai, cheering ki aawaazein, mike par commentary — sab kuch garam-mahaul jaisa.

lekin canteen... almost khaali. ek kone mein zaheer baitha hota hai, bottle ghoomata hua. uski aankhon mein na haar ka dukh hai, na match ka interest. bas ek shant si udaasi.

kahi se sports ka dhoom-dhaam canteen ke andar tak aa raha hota hai.

wo thoda jhuk kar baitha hota hai, table pe haath tikaye. thoda-thoda apne thought me khoya hua.

cut to: ground ke edge pe – shanu

shanu crowd me idhar-udhar dekh rahi hoti hai. sab students busy hote hain, sabki nazar final par hoti hai. uski aankhen kuch aur dhoond rahi hoti hain.

shanu (andar hi andar):

“sab final dekh rahe hain... aur tu kahan chala gaya zaheer…”

phir uska intuition use canteen ki taraf kheenchta hai.

cut to: canteen ka gate

shanu halki si daud lagate hue andar aati hai... aur ek kone me baitha zaheer dikh jaata hai.

shanu (rukh jaati hai, slowly paas jaake):

sab final dekh rahe hain... aur tu yahan...?

zaheer uski taraf dekhta hai. aankhon me thoda guilt... thoda thakaan.

zaheer:

main haar gaya tha.

ab jo jeet rahe hain, unka haq hai enjoy karne ka.

mera nahi.

shanu (aankhon me halka pani, lekin smile bana ke):

aisa mat bol. tu toh woh hai jiske liye main cheering karti thi, bina team me hote hue bhi.

zaheer sir jhuka deta hai. shanu uske samne wali chair kheench kar baith jaati hai.

shanu:

pata hai... tu haar gaya.

but main... main fir bhi proud hoon tujh par.

kyunki tu kabhi kisi se competition me nahi tha... sirf apne aap se.

zaheer:

aur main wahi haar gaya, shanu.

khud se.

ek short pause hota hai. dono kuch nahi bolte.

phir shanu apna haath uske table pe rakhti hai. slowly. zaheer us haath ko dekhta hai, phir uski aankhon me.

shanu:

kabhi kabhi... haarna bhi zaruri hota hai.

takay kisi apne ka haath samne aaye...

zaheer (soft tone):

aur tu…

tu yeh haath kabse le aayi mere liye?

shanu (light smile):

jab tu bina kuch bole bhi sab kar jaata tha… tabhi se.

ek lamha... bas aankhon ka contact. kuch seconds... dono ki sanson ke beech sirf shaanti.

aur fir... jaise sab kuch automatic ho... dono slowly uthte hain...

aur ek silent, soft hug me band jaate hain.

na koi line hoti hai, na koi plan... bas ek instinct hota hai.

hug normal hota hai, lekin usme bharosa, thakaan, comfort — sab kuch hota hai.

camera slowly zoom out karta hai

canteen ke bahar cheering sunai deti rehti hai, lekin yahan...

ek chhoti si shant duniya bani hoti hai.

Yeh hug itna tight or warm tha ki jaise bichhde huye premi kai saalo baad mile ho, zaheer apne hath shanu ki pith se lapete huye tha or kuch der hug karne ke baad zaheer ko ehsaas hota hai ki uske shanu ki pith par us jagah hai jaha tshirt ke andar shanu ke bra ka hook tha... Or zaheer ko apni chest me shanu ke garam garam round boobs dabte huye bhi feel hote hai... Kuch der baad shanu bhi flow se bahar aati hai or apni pakad loose karne lagti hai zaheer ki kamar se zaheer samajh jata hai ki shanu kya kar rahi hai isliye wo bhi shanu se alag ho jata hai... Shanu apne baal thik karne lagti hai embarassment se bachne ke liye to wahi zaheer idhar udhar dekhne lagta hai... Or stadium se bigul ki aawaz aati hai...

college ground – sports week closing ceremony – late evening

stage lights on ho chuke hain. sab students neatly line mein baith kar prize distribution dekh rahe hote hain. chairs ke saamne ek long table hai jahan dignitaries baithe hain. background me “college anthem” type soft instrumental chal raha hota hai.

anchor (student host):

and now… the moment we’ve all been waiting for… the awards!

montage shots:

students medals le rahe hain. cricket team, relay race winners, long jump, girls’ kho-kho team — sabko medals aur certificates mil rahe hain.

zaheer stage par jaa ke medal receive karta hai — dignity ke saath.

shanu crowd me baithi hoti hai, proud smile ke saath clap kar rahi hoti hai.

zaheer ka expression composed hai, lekin aankhen kisi ko dhoond rahi hoti hain...

anchor:

and now, presenting the most awaited appreciation — for the one who made this entire sports week smooth, disciplined and full of energy…

the best coordinator award... goes to... ms. nikhat siddiqui!

stage pe sab clap karte hain. nikhat full athletic dress me confident tarike se stage par jaati hai.

sab ladko ke beech halki si hooting bhi hoti hai. ek cute sa chaos.

nikhat mic leti hai.

nikhat (firm, with a soft smile):

thank you for this recognition.

sports sirf jeet ya haar nahi hota... character dikhata hai.

main sab students ki dedication ko salute karti hoon — especially the organizing team.

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nikhat (adds, confidently):

aur ek special thank you to... arjun singh.

audience reaction:

"oooooo!"

clapping, whistling, hooting. arjun ke friends usse elbows maar ke tease karte hain. kuch students "wah bhai!" kehke chillate hain. Ye to pat gayi arjun bhai... Arjun teri to lottery lag gayi mere bhai... Arjun nayi gf mubarak ho.... Aisi aawazein aa rahi hoti hai

arjun… back stage ke ek kone me khada hota hai.

wo thoda smile karta hai, neck scratch karta hai awkwardly… lekin andar se khush.

ek dum se spotlight uspe padti hai, aur nikhat uski taraf dekhti hai.

cut to: zaheer – same crowd me, dusre kone se arjun ko dekh raha hota hai.

zaheer ki aankhon me fixed stare hoti hai. expression unreadable.

kahi na kahi wo us scene ka hissa nahi ban pa raha hota hai — alag si feeling hoti hai uske andar.

cut to: arjun – mic ke paas jaane ki sochta hai, lekin ruk jaata hai.

anchor:

thank you, ms. nikhat! and thank you arjun for leading the committee like a champ!

crowd cheer again.

camera pulls back – slow zoom out:

shanu applauding hoti hai… ammu bhi thoda awkward sa smile karti hai…

aur zaheer — bas chupchap baitha — aankhon me kuch keh na paane ka dard.

backstage – post award ceremony – night

stage ke piche ka area thoda dim light me hota hai. backdrop banners half-latke hue hain. kuch decoration ka saman corner me pada hai. crowd ab slowly disperse ho raha hai, lekin backstage ab bhi halki hustle-bustle me hai.

nikhat, thoda confident, thoda overwhelmed, mic table par rakh ke peeche aati hai. uske chehre pe ek genuine wali muskurahat hai.

arjun waha already khada hota hai, uski taraf dekhte hue.

nikhat (lightly laughing, thoda thak ke):

khatam ho gaya... finally.

arjun (muskurata hua):

aur kya dhamakedar tareeke se khatam hua...

best coordinator. aur crowd-favorite bhi.

nikhat (playfully):

crowd-favorite tu tha... main toh bas kaam kar rahi thi.

arjun (softly):

tumhara kaam hi sabse alag tha. sabko discipline me laana, motivate karna... easy nahi tha.

nikhat ki aankhon me halka sa gratitude. wo ek step aur aage badhti hai.

nikhat (thoda emotional tone me):

mujhe laga hi nahi tha... ki main kisi naye place me itna comfortably fit ho paungi.

but... tum logon ne mujhe bahut support diya.

arjun bas halka sa smile karta hai, kuch bolta nahi.

nikhat ek second rukti hai… aur fir impulsively arjun ke paas aake uske gale lag jaati hai.

ek warm, genuine hug. koi awkwardness nahi… bas ek success ke moment ka celebration.

arjun thoda startled hota hai, lekin fir dheere se apne haath uske shoulders pe rakhta hai… aur uske hug ka jawab deta hai.nikhat ka gadraya jism bhi arjun ke hatho me chota sa lag raha tha... Arjun use tight hug deta hai or uske chehre par ek smile thi, ek satisfy smile... Nikhat bhi pure jor se gale lag rahi hoti hai, arjun ko nikhat ki body ki garmi bhi feel hoti hai... Or nikhat ko arjun ki mazboot pakad bhi...

arjun (soft voice me):

tum deserve karti thi yeh sab.

nikhat (slowly alag hote hue, aankhon me halka moisture):

thanks, arjun. tumne bahut help ki.

arjun (half smile):

ab agar galti se paper na kho jata toh aur bhi zyada proud feel karta main.

nikhat (hassi se):

abhi bhi proud hoon main…

tum samajhdar ho.

aur... samay ke saath aur bhi ache banoge.

dono ek dusre ko dekhte hain... ek short, quiet moment hota hai. koi heavy vibe nahi… lekin ek maturity wali warmth.

cut to: zaheer... backstage ke ek chhote se shadow se yeh sab dekh raha hota hai... kuch keh nahi raha... bas observe kar raha hota hai

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singh house – living room – evening

living room me halki si lighting hai. sofa aur center table neatly set kiye gaye hain. pratap ek side armchair pe baitha hai, uske paas madhu hai – dono mehmaanon ka swagat kar rahe hain.

azhar (zaheer ke abba) khush mood me baithe hote hain, saath me asma aur ammu bhi hain. sab ek dusre se trip aur sports week ke bare me casual masti kar rahe hote hain.

madhu (laugh kar):

ammu ne toh humein puri report di hai trip ki… par ye batao, tum log wapas aa kar kitna soye ho?

pratap (chutki lete hue):

arjun toh poore din sota raha. hero ban gaya hai aajkal.

azhar (smiling):

arey hero nahi... ab toh organising committee ka ladka hai. staff bhi uska fan ho gaya hai!

ammu (zaheer ki taraf dekh kar):

zaheer bhi toh champion hai. medal toh sabse pehle isi ke haathon me gaya.

asma:

bhai ne toh kamaal kar diya!

sab log muskuraate hain, lekin zaheer ka expression serious hai. wo bas chupchaap sun raha hota hai, kabhi kabhi halka sa smile deta hai, lekin uska mood clearly alag lagta hai.

conversation chalte chalte zaheer slowly waha se uthta hai, bina kisi se kuch kahe.

singh house – terrace – few minutes later

zaheer slowly chhat ke kone tak aata hai. uski aankhen horizon ki taraf hoti hain, lekin dimaag kaafi kuch soch raha hota hai.

tabhi peeche se halki kadmon ki aahat hoti hai…

shanu quietly chhat par aati hai. usne casual home wear pehna hai, baal loosely bandhe hue hain.

wo zaheer ko thoda observe karti hai, fir dheere se uske paas jaake uske bagal me khadi ho jaati hai.

shanu (soft tone me):

tum waha se bina kuch bole kyun chale aaye?

zaheer (slowly):

bas... bheed se nikalna tha.

short silence. hawa ka ek halka jhonka aata hai. chhat pe dono ek dusre ke saath khade hote hain… kuch pal tak koi kuch nahi bolta.

shanu (thoda hesitant, lekin firm):

kabhi kabhi... jeet se zyada zaroori hota hai... kaise khelte ho.

aur tumne sabse behtar tareeke se khela.

zaheer kuch nahi bolta. wo bas apne jute ki tip se chhat ke kinare pe line banata hai. tabhi shanu apna haath zaheer ke haath par rakh deti hai, very naturally — sympathy dene ke liye, connect karne ke liye.

zaheer thoda startled hota hai, lekin haath hataata nahi.

zaheer (narmi se):

tumhe lagta hai main haar gaya?

shanu (slowly, aankhon me warmth):

nahi... tumne kisi aur ko jeetne ka moka diya.

ye haar nahi hoti.

tabhi chhat ke raste arjun aata hai. uske haath me coke ki bottle hoti hai. usne aankhon se sab kuch dekh liya hota hai — shanu ka haath zaheer ke haath pe.

arjun (light tone me, lekin slightly taunting):

arre... chhat pe sabhi log aajkal spiritual hone lage hain kya?

shanu turant haath hata leti hai. zaheer bas normal expression ke saath arjun ko dekh kar halka sa sir hilata hai.

zaheer (calmly):

thoda hawa me sochna acha lagta hai.

arjun:

cool. main neeche jaa raha hoon. koi aur spiritual session ho toh bula lena.

arjun jaise hi chhat se wapas jata hai… shanu aur zaheer ek dusre ko dekhte hain.

kuch nahi kehte, lekin dono ke expressions me ek subtle si closeness settle ho jaati hai.

college – main corridor – morning

subah ka waqt hai. sports week khatam ho chuka hai, lekin uski baatein abhi bhi har group me chal rahi hain. corridor decorated hai – kahin kahin medals, posters aur banners lagay huye hain:

"congrats organising team!"

"sports week 2025 – unforgettable moments!"

arjun canteen se nikal ke corridor ke corner ki taraf aa raha hota hai, jahan kuch juniors aur classmates uska wait kar rahe hote hain.

student 1:

arrey bhai, kya coordination tha sports week ka! seriously, top-notch!

student 2 (laughing):

nikhat ma'am toh mic pe hi bol gayi – special thanks to arjun!

student 3:

kya scene hai re tu aur coach ka?

arjun (hassi me):

scene sirf planning ka tha... performance aap sabne diya.

sab log hasta hai. arjun modest smile ke saath sabko thank karta hai.

cut to: zaheer – corridor ke doosre side se sab dekh raha hota hai.

ek hand railing ke paas khada hai, arms folded, uske face pe neutral expression hai... lekin aankhon me ek alag sa silence.

tabhi uske paas taz aata hai – usual tapori attitude me, chewing gum chabate hue.

taz:

dekh... hero ban gaya tera bhai jaisa dost. sab usi ke peeche.

zaheer (straight face):

haan, acha kaam kiya usne.

taz (shoulder se dhakka maarte hue):

acha kaam? ya sirf nikhat ma’am ko impress karne ka scene tha?

zaheer uski taraf dekhta hai, thoda confused sa.

zaheer:

kya bakwaas hai ye?

taz (shrugs):

arre bhai... tu toh khud dekh raha tha... har jagah woh coach ke aas paas.

aur result? tu champion hone ke layak tha, lekin game waha set ho raha tha jahan zarurat thi.

zaheer (thoda annoyed):

bas kar taz.

taz:

tu hi soch... agar woh tere against vote na deti... toh aaj tu yahan sab ke beech trophy leke khada hota.

aur arjun? woh toh bas smile karta raha... smart banda hai, setting pehle hi kar li.

zaheer uski baat ko lightly dismiss karta hai, lekin thoda uncomfortable bhi hota hai. wo thoda door dekhne lagta hai — jahan arjun ko ab bhi students congratulations bol rahe hain.

zaheer (softly):

arjun aisa nahi hai.

taz (ghoom kar):

tu keh raha hai... lekin andar se tu bhi soch raha hai na?

zaheer kuch nahi bolta. ek chhoti si silence hoti hai. pehli baar uske face pe thoda doubt ka sa shadow aata hai — ek pal ke liye.

taz uski aankhon me dekh kar bas muskurata hai…

taz (casually):

koi na... soch le. truth kabhi kabhi seedha nahi dikhai deta.

cut to: arjun – door ke paas se zaheer ki taraf dekhta hai, lekin zaheer aankh milata bhi nahi.

college – nikhat’s cabin – afternoon

nikhat apne cabin me files check kar rahi hoti hai. table pe coffee ka mug, ek stopwatch, aur kuch training charts bikhre hote hain. tabhi door pe knock hota hai.

nikhat:

come in.

arjun enters, thoda sa casual, thoda sa nervous.

arjun:

you called, ma’am?

nikhat (without looking up):

haan, ek-do cheezein clarify karni thi... organising committee ke reports ke baare me.

arjun chair kheench ke baith jata hai. dono ke beech ek natural, friendly vibe hoti hai — koi awkwardness nahi.

nikhat:

tumhara coordination impressive tha. aur mujhe laga tumhare through hi staff ke kaam smooth chal paaye.

ab jab competition khatam ho gaya hai, main chahungi tum thoda aur actively help karo.

arjun (smiling):

main toh ready hoon… waise bhi… aapki leadership me kaam karna thoda challenging bhi hota hai... aur motivating bhi.

nikhat (smirks):

ye flattery tum sab ladko ke default setting me hoti hai kya?

arjun (grinning):

sirf unke jo genuinely impress hote hain.

nikhat usse aankhon me dekh ke halki si hansi rokti hai.

nikhat:

tumhara sense of humour bhi sharp hai, arjun. tumhe samajh nahi aata log tumhe kyun seriously nahi lete?

arjun (thoda lean karke):

shayad kyunki ma’am, main sirf unhi ko seriously leta hoon... jinse main inspired hoon.

nikhat ek second ke liye pause karti hai, fir thoda professional ho jaati hai.

nikhat:

acha chalo... ab time waste mat karo. ye reports le jao aur principal ko dede do.

arjun files leta hai, lekin jaane se pehle doorway pe rukta hai.

arjun (with a half-smile):

thanks... for the trust.

nikhat:

don’t misuse it.

cut to: ext. staff corridor – moments later

arjun nikhat ke cabin se nikalta hai, ek do juniors usse door se dekh rahe hote hain.

student 1 (whispering):

oye... arjun abhi nikhat ma’am ke cabin se aa raha hai?

student 2 (excited whisper):

maine suna dono ka kuch chal raha hai... har waqt ek dusre ke aas paas hote hain.

student 3:

full-on scene ban raha hai yaar... sports ke naam pe romance?

montage – whispers spread across the campus

– girls' group canteen me gossip karta hai

– boys ke group me bhi ye baat viral ho jati hai

– ek reel banane wali ladki nikhat ke cabin ka door record karti hai chhupke se

cut to: zaheer – stair railing ke paas khada hota hai.

door se arjun ko cabin se nikalte dekh leta hai. peeche se ek ladka sarcastic comment karta hai

random student:

bhai, arjun toh ab nikhat ma’am ka assistant ban gaya lagta hai!

zaheer bas expressionless khada rahta hai. kuch nahi bolta… lekin aankhon me kuch halke clouds utarte hain.

college corridor – late afternoon

shanu apni usual gang ke saath bench pe bethi hoti hai, ek cold drink ka can pakde hue. uske aas-paas 3–4 ladkiyan gathered hoti hain, sab gossiping mood me.

girl 1 (excitedly):

arre sunaa kya? nikhat ma’am aur arjun... kuch toh chal raha hai!

girl 2 (wide-eyed):

haan yaar, us din bhi ma’am ne mic pe special thanks bola... aur aaj fir se cabin mein bula liya tha use!

girl 3 (giggling):

aur arjun bhi full stylish ban ke ghoom raha hai aajkal. clearly kuch scene hai.

shanu (can se ek sip lete hue):

arre tum log bhi na... thoda cabin me bulaya toh immediately "college romance season 2" start ho gaya?

sab hansne lagti hain.

girl 1:

shanu tu arjun ke close hai na, tu hi bata kuch chal raha hai kya?

shanu (mock serious face):

haan haan, arjun ne mujhe personally bataya tha... ki next week se woh nikhat ma’am ke liye "protein shake specialist" banne wala hai.

sab:

haahahaha!

girl 2:

arre sach me?

shanu (grinning):

aur kya! pehle madam ke file uthayega, fir dumbbell... fir dil?

phir sab firse hans padti hain. shanu thoda extra drama karti hai.

shanu (sarcastically dreamy):

"dear diary, aaj arjun sir ne mujhe ‘ma’am’ bola... mujhe laga main gir padhungi gym ke mat pe..."

sab girls zyada zor se laugh karti hain.

girl 3:

arre bas kar yaar, tu toh full meme bana degi dono ka!

tabhi peechhe se arjun aata hai, headphones pehne hue, unka group pass karta hai. shanu usse dekh leti hai aur ek mischievous smile ke saath taunt karti hai:

shanu (loudly):

arreee... aur sunao arjun sir... aaj kya workout plan tha... cardio ya conversation?

arjun headphones utarta hai, confused expression ke saath:

arjun:

kya ho raha hai yahan?

shanu (straight face, dramatic tone):

hum toh bas coach-student bonding pe research kar rahe the... waise bhi aajkal tu lecture kam, lessons zyada deta hai.

arjun ek second blank dekhta hai sabko, phir hansi chhupata hai.

arjun:

tum sabko kuch kaam-dhanda nahi hai kya?

shanu (wink kar ke):

nahi... aaj sirf tumhara case study discuss ho raha tha. baaki sab break pe hai.

arjun bas sir hila ke waha se chala jaata hai, lekin cheek pe halki si smile hoti hai.

college canteen – late afternoon

canteen ka usual hustle-bustle ho raha hota hai. ek kone ki table pe ammu apni friends ke group ke saath bethi hoti hai. haath me ek garam chai ka cup. uska mood aaj shaant hai. tabhi table pe baat ka topic palat jata hai.

girl 1 (with mischief):

arre ammu... suna kya? nikhat ma’am aur arjun bhaiya ka kuch kuch ho raha hai!

ammu (casually sip lete hue):

kya?

girl 2:

haan re, aaj fir se cabin me baithak hui... aur kal to special thanks mic pe mila tha...

girl 2:

haan re, aaj fir se cabin me baithak hui... aur kal to special thanks mic pe mila tha...

girl 3 (whispering):

tumhare arjun bhaiya full-time madam ke aas paas hi ghoomte milte hain... setting lagti hai full-on!

ammu ne abhi sip liya hi hota hai ki uske muh se seedha chai bahar phut padti hai. ek second ke liye sab chok jaate hain.

ammu (coughing):

kya... kya bakwas hai ye?!

girl 1:

arre sach me! sab bol rahe hain... poora campus janta hai ab.

ammu (cup table pe rakhte hue, full irritated):

arey usne do baar mil liya kisi kaam se toh matlab ‘chal raha hai’?! logon ko toh seedhe se samjhana bhi nahi aata!

girl 2:

hum toh bas bol rahe hain... aaj nikhat ma’am ne bhi usse compliment diya sabke saamne.

ammu (ghusse se, aankhein gol kar ke):

toh? wo uska kaam tha... arjun ne help ki, bas!

girl 3 (thoda teasing tone):

achhaaa... bas? ya tumhe problem ho rahi hai ki madam uske aas paas zyada rehti hain?

ammu (voice thoda sharp ho jata hai):

nahi ho rahi koi problem! aur agar hoti bhi... toh bhi tum logon ke gossip se nahi hoti!

girl 1 (poking):

haan haan... waise bhi arjun bhaiya toh ab sports committee ke star hain… unki popularity badh gayi hai. nikhat ma’am bhi samajh gayi hongi!

ammu (stand up karte hue):

tum logon ko kuch aur nahi mila kya baat karne ke liye? chai bhi nahi peene dete properly!

ammu angrily apna cup uthati hai, lekin usme chai khatam ho chuki hoti hai. wo aur zyada gussa ho jaati hai.

ammu:

chalo asma ko milna hai… baitho yahan, gossip queens!

ammu jaise hi table se nikalti hai, peeche se ek girl halki si line bolti hai:

girl 2 (hansi chhupate hue):

haye... possessiveness level 100.

ammu rukti hai ek second ke liye... fir bas deep breath leke waha se nikal jaati hai — aankhon me clearly irritation aur andar hi andar kuch aur bhi.

college ground ke piche ka ek kona – late evening

sports week khatam ho chuka hai. students ab dheere dheere ghar ja rahe hain. college ke ek sunse kone mein arjun aur zaheer finally takra jaate hain. hawa tez chal rahi hai. dono ke chehre pe stress aur thakaan hai... aur andar se kuch aur bhi chub raha hai.

arjun ground ke ek side se aata hai, jahan se nikhat abhi chali hai. uska mood relaxed hai, lekin jaise hi uski nazar zaheer par padti hai, dono ka chehra tight ho jaata hai.

arjun (casual tone mein):

sun... kal wali baat ka mood mat bana le. i know dev ne galti ki, lekin maine usse majboor nahi kiya tha.

zaheer (ghoom kar, directly aankhon me dekhte hue):

nahi kiya tha? tu toh hero banne me busy tha... tujhse kya lena dena ke team kis wajah se haar gayi.

arjun (aawaaz thodi tez hoti hai):

oh please zaheer! main tere against nahi tha... main sirf system sambhal raha tha.

zaheer (tana maarkar):

system sambhal raha tha ya nikhat ma’am ka impression banana tha?

arjun ka face tight ho jaata hai. dono ke beech 5 second ka silence hota hai — hawa tez ho jaati hai.

arjun (gusse mein):

zabaan sambhaal ke baat kar... tu kya kehna chaahta hai?

zaheer (tez awaaz mein):

jo sach hai wohi keh raha hoon. tu har waqt dikhawa karta hai... aur jab asli waqt aata hai, tu peeche hat jaata hai!

arjun (step aage badhate hue):

dikhawa? main tha har jagah... sab handle kar raha tha... aur tu bas har waqt victim banta raha!

zaheer (aankhon mein gussa):

tum bas team ke peechhe khade hone ka natak karte ho... sach to yeh hai ki tujhe sirf apni image ki padhi rehti hai!

arjun (chillate hue):

at least main kisi aur ki success se jalta to nahi hoon! main tujhe roka tha kabhi? nahi! to phir blame kyun kar raha hai mujhe?

zaheer (full frustration mein):

kyunki tune mere bharose ko tod diya! aur mujhe iss baat ka gussa hai!

arjun (naked hurt tone):

aur mujhe iss baat ka dard hai ki tu mere khilaf khada ho gaya!

donon ki aawaazein itni tez ho jaati hain ki paas se ja raha ek student ruk jaata hai. zaheer bas apna bag uthata hai aur peeche murta hai.

zaheer:

apna hero banne ka natak kisi aur ke samne kar... meri nazar me tu bas ek selfish banda hai.

Arjun:-

Zaheer main aisa nahi hu...

Zaheer:

Bas kar behenchooo....

Zaheer gaali dete huye ruk jata hai or palat kar jane lagta hai

arjun bas uski peeth dekhte hue khamosh reh jaata hai. aankhon me gussa bhi hai, dard bhi.

arjun (dheere se):

tu chaahe kuch bhi soch le... main waisa nahi hoon jaisa tu bana raha hai mujhe.

zaheer bina palat ke nikal jaata hai. arjun wahi khada reh jaata hai — pehli baar, khud ke hi doston ke beech itna distance mehsoos karta hua.

zaheer ke ghar ki chhat – late evening

hawa mein ek thandak hai. andhera hai, lekin chhat par ek bulb ki roshni ammu ke chehre ko halka halka roshan karti hai. ammu chhat ke kone mein khadi hoti hai, aankhon mein confusion aur gussa dono. arjun waha aata hai – thoda thaka hua, mood clearly off hai.

ammu (tone thoda cold):

kya hua? subah se ignore kar raha hai... ab aa gaya milne?

arjun (ruk kar, thoda thake hue lekin sarky):

haa, sorry... time mil gaya socha tujhe bhi ek visit de doon... waise bhi sab mujhe hi villain samajh rahe hain aajkal.

ammu (eyebrows raise karke):

mujhe sab nahi pata, par tum thoda ajeeb behave kar rahe ho. zaheer ne bhi kuch kaha... aur tumne bhi kuch nahi bataya.

arjun (aawaaz badhata hai):

aur tu maan gayi na uski baat? obviously, uska version toh pure aur pavitra hoga!

ammu (thoda sharp):

arjun, main sirf samajhne ki koshish kar rahi hoon... chillane ki zarurat nahi hai.

arjun (bursting):

kyun nahi?! sab mujhe hi ghurte hain jaise main sab barbaad karne aaya hoon. zaheer bhi... aur ab tu bhi!

ammu (hurt tone):

main sirf puch rahi hoon, arjun... mujhe bhi clarity chahiye...

arjun (teeth clenched, gusse mein):

haan haan, clarity chahiye! tum dono bhai-behen ho hi aise! ek jaise! ek ne trust toda bol diya, dusre ne doubt karna shuru kar diya.

ammu (silent shock mein, soft but firm):

arjun... tu... kya bol raha hai?

arjun (ab full breakdown, harsh tone):

tum logon ko na koi ehsaan dikhta hai, na koi haq. bas apni nazar se sabko judge karte ho! main chilla chilla ke thak gaya hoon prove karte karte ke main galat nahi hoon!

ammu (pained, aankhon me aansu):

main bas... tujhse explanation chah rahi thi. yeh sab... zaroori tha?

arjun (low tone, sarcasm bhara):

nahi, zaroori kuch nahi hota na tum logon ke liye... tumhe to bas prove karna hota hai ki tum sahi ho... aur main nahi.

ammu (softly):

tu mujhe bura bol raha hai kyunki main tujhse sach puch rahi thi?

arjun (deep breath le kar, aankhon me moisture):

main sab se thak gaya hoon ammu... har jagah mujhe hi villain banate ho log... aur ab tu bhi...

ammu kuch nahi kehti. bas uske chehre pe ek expression hota hai — disappointment ka. wo palat kar jaane lagti hai. arjun uske peeche dekhta rehta hai. dono ke beech sirf ek thandi hawa bach jaati hai.

qureshi house – late afternoon

asma chhat par kapde sukha rahi hai. darwaza khula rehta hai jaise hamesha hota hai. tabhi bahar se shanu ki awaaz aati hai — thoda hesitant, thoda smiling.

shanu:

ammuuu?

zaheer drawing room me bethe hote hain, haathon me ek kitaab. awaaz sunte hi neck stretch karte hain. shanu ki awaaz unke liye ab unfamiliar nahi rahi.

zaheer (uth kar aata hai):

ammu nahi hai... lekin tu andar aa ja, main de deta hoon.

shanu halki si smile ke saath entry leti hai. dono ki beech awkward si comfort hoti hai – jaise dono samajh rahe ho ki kuch to change ho raha hai.

zaheer (kitchen ki taraf jaate hue):

bas mirch hi chahiye?

shanu (hassi se):

aur kya... biryani me mirch nahi daali to arjun ka muh utar jaayega... tu jaanta hi hai.

zaheer (laughing softly):

waise bhi uska muh har waqt kuch na kuch bolta hi rehta hai... kabhi thoda kam bolne lag jaye to samajh lena biryani thik bani hai.

shanu hans padti hai. zaheer mirch ka dabba leke aata hai.

zaheer:

yeh le... bata dena ammu ko, main asli waali laaya hoon. dhoka nahi milega.

zaheer:

yeh le... bata dena ammu ko, main asli waali laaya hoon. dhoka nahi milega.

shanu (uske haath se lete hue, eye contact banaye):

aur tu... waise kaafi sorted lagta hai. sab kuch sambhal leta hai ghar ka. impressive.

zaheer thoda humble smile deta hai, aankhon me soft glow.

zaheer:

bas zarurat thi... toh seekh gaya. tumhare jaise log nahi hote sabke aas paas.

shanu (halke se shrug):

acha... main chalti hoon. warna arjun fir se taang kheench lega ki tu itna time kis ke ghar lagaa rahi thi.

zaheer (hassi dabate hue):

kya tum sab ek doosre ko time track karte rehte ho? scary hai thoda.

shanu door ki taraf badhti hai. lekin jaate jaate palat kar ke ek choti si smile deti hai.

shanu:

zaheer… tum waise bilkul bhi nahi ho jaise main expect kar rahi thi... in a good way.

zaheer kuch nahi bolta. bas use jaate dekhte rehta hai — darwaza halki si khatakhat se band hota hai.

– a few seconds later

zaheer kitchen ke counter par tik jata hai. aankhon me ek thought run karta hai.

zaheer (andar sochta hai):

yeh... apne bhai se bilkul alag hai.

wo halki si smile deta hai — ek aisi jo sirf khud ke liye hoti hai.

zaheer abhi bhi drawing room mein hai, haath mein wahi kitaab lekin aankhon ka dhyan kahin aur hai. shanu ki aakhri line abhi tak uske dimaag mein ghoom rahi hoti hai — "tum waise bilkul bhi nahi ho jaise main expect kar rahi thi..."

kitchen se ammu ki awaaz aati hai.

ammu (thoda chilla kar):

zaheer! chai ban gayi hai... asma bol rahi thi tu thak gaya hai, le le aake.

zaheer khayalon se bahar aata hai, kuch nahi bolta — bas kitaab band karta hai aur kitchen ki taraf chala jaata hai.

int. kitchen

ammu aur asma table ke paas khadi hoti hain. ammu ne zaheer ke liye chai bana rakhi hoti hai.

asma (mischievously):

bhai... aj to bade khoye khoye lag rahe ho. kuch hua kya?

zaheer (casually, chai lete hue):

bas waise hi... thoda thak gaya hoon. aur kuch nahi.

ammu aankhon se clearly uski halat dekh leti hai — jo use samajh mein aata hai, wo asma ke bas ke bahar hai.

ammu (thoda soft tone mein):

tu rehne de. chai main le jaungi tere liye.

zaheer smile deta hai, but wo expression clear karta hai ki uske dimaag mein kuch chal raha hai. wo silently cup le ke nikal jaata hai.

int. terrace – zaheer alone

zaheer chhat par aake railing se lag jaata hai. hawa chal rahi hoti hai. neeche gali mein bachche khel rahe hote hain, lekin uski nazar us direction mein hoti hai jahan se shanu aayi thi.

zaheer (andar sochta hai, ek halki smile ke saath):

kaafi ajeeb ladki hai... lekin... ache wali ajeeb.

uske chehre pe thoda relief hota hai — jaise kisi ne uske chaotic din ke beech ek balance sa touch kar diya ho.tabhi piche se ammu chhat pe aati hai, plate mein kuch biscuits le aayi hoti hai.

ammu:

agar tu meri chai le gaya... to biscuits bhi le ja.

zaheer (hassi se):

teri ye feeding wali habit kab khatam hogi?

ammu:

jab tu khud se smile karna chhod dega.

zaheer:

main kab smile karta hoon?

ammu chhoti si maar jaisi thokti hai uske arm par.

ammu (teasing):

jab koi ajeeb si ladki tujhe bolti hai ki “tum alag ho”, tab.

zaheer momentarily freeze karta hai, but kuch bolta nahi. ammu chalti hai chhat ke corner ki taraf. zaheer uske peeche dekhta hai, fir chai sip karta hai.

zaheer (andar sochta hai):

alag ho? ya main khud ko uski nazar se naya dekh raha hoon?

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Update 18

college canteen – lunch break

canteen usual full hai. kuch ladke chips leke bench pe baithe hain, kuch window pe order de rahe hain. arjun apne group ke saath corner table pe hota hai — relaxed, thoda hassi-mazak, lekin andar se thoda detached. doosri taraf zaheer ek aur group ke saath, thoda intense mood mein, par chill dikhate hue.

canteen window pe ek staff ladka chillaata hai:

"arre jiska veg roll aur cold coffee ka bill pending hai, wo le jao! 130 rupaye!"

koi uthta nahi.

staff guy irritate hokar fir chillata hai:

"zaheer bhai, tumhare table se hai. clear kara do!"

zaheer confusion mein uthta hai —

zaheer (canteen wale se):

humne sirf samosa aur chai li thi. check kar lo dobara.

canteen staff:

par woh order issi token se gaya hai. naam likha tha — "a", ussi pe hai.

tabhi arjun peeche se chillata hai — thoda sarcastic smile ke saath:

arjun (loudly):

arre woh "a" mera nahi tha bhai, zaheer bhai ka "a" hoga.

canteen mein halki hansi gungunati hai. zaheer ke group ke kuch log bhi haas dete hain.

zaheer seedha arjun ki taraf dekhta hai — aankhon mein wo purana chubhan.

zaheer (cold):

mazak kar raha hai ya blame kar raha hai?

arjun (bina dekhe):

jo sun raha hai, uski samajh pe chhod de.

zaheer (walks to his table):

aur jab blame aata hai toh tu hamesha door khada hota hai... bolne ke liye line hoti hai tere paas, zimmedaari ke liye kabhi nahi.

arjun (looks up slowly):

aur tu hamesha victim ban ke khada hota hai...

tere saath kuch bhi ho, sabki galti main hi hoon?

canteen mein vibe instantly change ho jaati hai. sab slow ho jaate hain. chewing stops. aankhen dono pe tik jaati hain.

zaheer (steps closer):

maine kabhi tere naam pe blame nahi kiya.

aaj tak jo bola, face pe bola.

yeh indirect punch maarna... woh tere jaise logo ko suit karta hai.

arjun (rises from chair):

aur tere jaise logon ko kabhi joke aur taunt mein farq samajh hi nahi aata.

ego itna bhara pada hai ki har baat personal lagti hai.

zaheer:

kyunki tu personal ho chuka hai mere liye.

arjun:

same.

chhoti si baat thi — ek roll aur coffee ke bill ka.

par dono ko woh ek line chubh jaati hai: "tu personal ho chuka hai mere liye."

zaheer apni chai ki cup uthata hai, bina kuch aur bole wapas chala jaata hai.

arjun fir se baith jaata hai — lekin ab smile nahi hai. sirf thoda tight expression, jaise kuch aur toot gaya ho andar.

canteen slowly apne normal tone mein lautta hai... par woh bench aur woh table — dono alag-alag ho chuke hain ab.

shaam ki thandi dhoop terrace ke tiles pe pad rahi hoti hai. hawa mein ek shaant si garmi hai. ammu aur shanu dono wahan chhup ke aayi hoti hain — lunch ke baad, bina kisi plan ke.

dono paas mein bethi hoti hain — ek chhoti si steel ki bottle beech mein, dono turn by turn sip le rahi hoti hain. niche se thoda laughter aur chaos aa raha hota hai, lekin yeh spot shaant hota hai.

Shanu (dekhti hai door horizon ki taraf):

tere bhai... kaafi alag ho gaye hain na?

Ammu (thoda pause leke):

aur tere bhai... zyada heavy ho gaye hain. matlab... unka mood, unka chehra... sab kuch silent-sa lagta hai ab.

Shanu thoda sir hilati hai. aankhen neeche ja rahi hoti hain — jaise har cheez observe kar rahi ho.

ammu (softly):

arjun ... hasta tha pehle. aankhon se.

ab jab haste hain na, toh lagta hai zyada zor diya hai khud pe.

shanu:

zaheer bhi pehle bolta tha khul ke. ab lagta hai... sab andar store karta hai.

pata nahi kis cheez ka bojh hai dono ke beech.

ammu:

wo dono best friends the na?

shanu:

inse zyada close koi nahi tha.

ammu apni bottle rotate karti hai — steel ki halki khanak hoti hai.

ammu:

par ab dono ek dusre ko dekhte bhi nahi properly.

aise jaise koi line khinch gayi ho — dikhayi bhi deti hai, mehsoos bhi hoti hai.

shanu:

aur sabse ajeeb baat?

na unhone fight ki... na kisi ne kuch directly bola...

phir bhi sab kuch toot gaya.

ammu:

jaise dosti sirf ek thread pe latak rahi thi...

aur ek din hawa zyada tez thi, bas... chhoot gayi.

shanu:

aur hume lagta tha ye dono toh kabhi nahi alag honge.

ammu uski taraf dekhti hai. aankhon mein thodi moist si honesty.

ammu:

kabhi kabhi na... dosti bhi pyaar jaisi ho jaati hai.

chhoti baat ka bura lag jaata hai. aur jab ego aa jaye na... sab khatam.

shanu (slowly):

par main chah ke bhi zaheer se kuch pooch nahi sakti.

main bas... dekh sakti hoon uska badla hua chehra.

ammu:

mujhe bhi same feel hota hai arjun bhai ko dekh ke.

par main kuch keh nahi sakti... mujhe lagta hai keh diya toh sab aur mushkil ho jayega.

shanu:

aur un dono ko lagta hoga — "ab kehne se kya hoga?"

ammu:

aur hum dono sirf... beech mein hain.

na unke saath... na ek dusre ke khilaaf.

ek chhota sa silence. hawa chalti hai. dono thoda door dekh rahi hoti hain. ek gentle realization ka moment hota hai.

shanu (halke se muskurate hue):

kabhi kabhi lagta hai... hum dono apne bhaiyon ke breakup ko quietly handle kar rahe hain.

ammu (narmi se):

jaise do dosti tootne ka dard... hum feel kar rahe hain.

khud unse zyada.

dono ek dusre ki taraf dekh ke ek chhoti si smile share karti hain — woh wali smile jo keh rahi hoti hai “main samajh rahi hoon tujhe.”

azhar ka drawing room – shaam ka waqt

TV band hai. ek kone mein table fan ghoom raha hai. azhar kurti pehna hua, ek purani diary aur chashma ke saath sofa pe aaram se baitha hai. table pe chai ka glass rakha hai, jisme aadhi chai thandi pad chuki hai.

ghar ka mahaul shaant hai. kitchen se halki si bartan ki awaaz aa rahi hoti hai — ammu rotiyaan sek rahi hoti hai, asma apne kamre mein chup chap silai kar rahi hoti hai.

tabhi azhar ka phone bajta hai.

screen pe naam flash hota hai: “Husna Apa”

azhar phone uthata hai, halka sa seedha ho jaata hai.

azhar:

salaam apa... sab khairiyat?

husna (phone pe, halka excitement ke saath):

wa alaikum salaam, azhar... haan sab khair hai.

ek chhoti si baat thi, socha seedha tumse hi baat kar loon.

azhar (thoda alert):

haan haan boliye, kya baat hai?

husna:

kal ek mehndi thi... wahan ek ladka mila. padhe likhe, shaant tabiyat ka. engineer hai, private firm mein achhi job karta hai.

baat karte karte mujhe pata chala ke shaadi ke liye ladki dekh rahe hain...

tumhara ghar yaad aaya. ammu yaad aayi.

azhar (thoda rukh ke, soft voice mein):

ammu?

abhi toh uski umar bhi zyada nahi hai... college chal raha hai...

husna (halki si hansi ke saath):

arey bhai, abhi shaadi thodi na ho rahi hai.

sirf mulaqat.

ladka ke walid bhi yahi keh rahe the “milwa dijiye, baat aage chale na chale, kam se kam tasalli toh ho.”

maine kaha, pehle tumse puchh loon.

azhar (sochta hua):

main... pehle ammu se baat karna chahunga.

husna (narmi se):

baat toh zaroor karo... par mulaqat ka plan bana lo.

bina pressure ke. is bahaane ladke waale bhi mil lenge, aur ammu se bhi wahi pe softly baat kar lenge.

azhar (thoda soch kar, dheere se):

theek hai apa...

aap bol dijiye milne ke liye.

main... samjha lunga usse.

husna:

tumhara bhala ho azhar... Bina maa ki bachi hai, koi kasar nahi rakhungi.

tumhara faisla hi aakhri hoga. hum toh sirf behtar soch rahe hain.

azhar:

haan... samajh gaya aapa, tumhari hi bachi hai... Jaisa theek lage kijiye

phone cut hota hai.

azhar sofa pe chupchaap baitha rehta hai. diary ab band hai, chai ka glass untouched. aankhon mein kuch soch chhupi hai.

door se ammu ki awaaz aati hai:

“baba, roti garam hai... abhi le lijiye na.”

azhar sirf us taraf dekhta hai — ammu kitchen se peeth ki taraf hai, roti palat rahi hai. azhar kuch bolta nahi. uske chehre pe ek thaka hua sa decision lamba sa thehra hota hai.

Pratap ka ghar

ek chhoti si jagah jahan books, files aur ek purani chai ki kettle rakhi hoti hai.

pratap table pe baitha hota hai, specs pehne hue — kuch register dekh raha hota hai. ek kone mein old transistor se halki si raag malhar baj rahi hoti hai.

tabhi door halki si khat-khat ke saath khulta hai.

andar se azhar aata hai — kurti thodi loose, aankhon mein thakan.

pratap (dekhe bina):

andar aa ja... chai abhi garam hi hai.

azhar (softly):

aur kya... tumhare pass aaye bina koi masla hal hota hai kab?

pratap muskurata hai. specs utaar ke side rakhta hai.

pratap:

aisa kya masla hai iss baar?

azhar (baithte hue, thoda ruk ke):

ammu ke liye rishta aaya hai.

pratap (eyebrows uthenge):

accha? kis taraf se?

azhar:

zaheer ki khala... husna apa. unke kisi rishtedaar ke ladke ka hai.

engineer hai... accha ghar, acchi naukri...

wo log kal milna chahte hain.

pratap:

aur tu pareshan hai?

azhar (slowly):

haan...

pata nahi kyun, par andar kuch ulta lag raha hai.

ammu se kuch bola nahi... par lagta hai jaise uske liye abhi nahi...

ya shayad main hi taiyaar nahi.

pratap uski baat shanti se sunta hai — koi interruption nahi, koi judgement nahi.

pratap (soft voice mein):

azhar...

ammu apni bachi hai. aur bachi agar sach mein khush nahi hogi, toh tu toh pehle samajh jaayega.

abhi milne ki baat hai, faisla nahi.

aur agar tujhe lagta hai waqt sahi nahi... toh rok de.

kisi ke kehne se zindagi ke faisle nahi liye jaate.

azhar:

main sirf uska future secure dekhna chahta hoon...

par har baar jab uske chehre pe muskurahat dekhta hoon... toh lagta hai, koi aur duniya jee rahi hai wo... mere plan se bilkul alag.

pratap (thoda muskurate hue):

bachche apna plan khud leke aate hain, bhai.

hamara kaam sirf dekhna hai ki wo plan unke liye safe ho.

aur tu toh waise bhi...

ammu ke liye duniya se lad jayega.

azhar (aankhon mein halka paani):

darr lagta hai pratap...

main galti na kar baithun.

pratap (uska haath dabate hue):

agar tu ammu se poochhne jaa raha tha hai — toh wahi sabse sahi kadam hai.

baat karega... toh sab clear ho jaayega.

aur agar ammu khud nahi chaahti... toh main tere saath hoon.

dekh lenge.

azhar (soft smile, aankhon mein sukoon):

bas yehi sunne aaya tha...

"main tere saath hoon."

pratap ek glass paani uske liye laata hai, dono ek thodi der tak chup baith jaate hain.

door ke bahar se halki si hawa chalti hai — ek aisi hawa jo thoda bharosa le aayi hoti hai.

next morning – azhar ka ghar, veranda – subah 7:30 ke aaspaas

subah ki halki dhoop veranda mein pad rahi hoti hai. ek kone mein mitti ke ghamle rakhe hain, jinme se ek mein thoda paani gira hota hai. azhar white kurta aur lungi mein baitha hota hai, chai ka cup haath mein. aankhon mein neend kam hai, par dimaag jaag raha hai.

andar se zaheer ready hoke nikalta hai — bag uske kandhe pe, shirt thodi halki si untucked, usual college wala mood.

azhar (slowly, bina dekhe):

zaheer...

zaheer rukh jaata hai, sandals pehne hi hota hai.

zaheer:

haan abba?

azhar (cup table pe rakh ke):

baith idhar.

do minute.

zaheer thoda confused hota hai, lekin veranda ke chabootre pe uske paas baith jaata hai.

azhar (halke se):

main soch raha tha...

kabhi kabhi lagta hai hum apne bachcho ko samajhne mein jaldi kar jaate hain.

zaheer (half-smiling):

kya hua? subah subah philosophy?

azhar (half-nazar us par):

filhaal nahi... baat kar raha hoon.

zaheer serious ho jaata hai. dono ke beech ek second ka khaamosh gap hota hai.

azhar (aankhon se door dekhte hue):

ammu ke liye rishta aaya hai.

husna apa ne recommend kiya hai.

zaheer ka chehra blank ho jaata hai — koi immediate reaction nahi deta, sirf aankhen tik jati hain.

azhar (continue karta hai, dheere):

kuch final nahi hai... sirf milne ki baat hai.

lekin pata nahi kyu... main khud se bhi confirm nahi ho pa raha.

zaheer (thoda der baad, calmly):

ammu ko pata hai?

azhar:

nahi.

usse batane se pehle... tere se poochhna zaroori laga.

tum dono... ek doosre ko zyada samajhte ho.

zaheer (quietly):

ammu... kisi aur duniya mein rehti hai abba.

azhar (slowly):

main isi baat se ghabra raha hoon.

kahi main uski muskurahat ke peeche chhupi baat ko na samajh pau...

aur koi faisla uske khilaaf ho jaaye.

zaheer (thoda aur soft tone mein):

fir ammu se baat karo... poochho usse khul ke.

wo kuch nahi chupayegi.

azhar uski taraf dekhta hai — pehli baar dono ki aankhein milti hain.

us moment mein baap-bete ke beech mein ek unsaid trust feel hota hai.

azhar:

aur tu?

zaheer:

main?

main hamesha uske saath hoon, chahe wo haan kahe ya naa.

azhar (smiling faintly):

tere andar apni maa ki baat hai.

chup rehta hai, lekin sab samajh jaata hai.

zaheer kuch nahi bolta.

sirf bag uthaata hai, phir rukh ke ek last line bolta hai:

zaheer:

abba, agar kuch galat mehsoos ho raha hai... toh usse ignore mat karna.

azhar (nodding):

nahi karunga.

zaheer nikal jaata hai.

azhar wapas apne chai ke cup ki taraf dekhta hai —

ab chai thandi ho chuki hai... lekin uska mann thoda halka lagta hai.

college canteen – afternoon break

canteen mein usual rush chal raha hota hai — background mein boys ki hansi, trays ki khanak, aur ek corner mein speaker se ek old hindi gaana baj raha hota hai.

zaheer ek table pe do doston ke saath baitha hota hai — bag uske side mein rakha hai, samose ka plate aur thumbs up ka bottle.

dil pe thoda bojh, par chehre pe normal banane ki koshish.

tabhi arjun ek aur group ke saath entry karta hai. uske haath mein tray hoti hai — sandwich aur cold coffee.

wo ek table pe nazar daal ke dekhta hai — ek khaali kursi zaheer ke table ke paas hoti hai.

arjun ka dost (light joke maarte hue):

yaar lagta hai zaheer ke table pe baithna padega... warna poora canteen full hai.

arjun aankh se signal deta hai — “chup reh.”

par tab tak zaheer ne sun liya hota hai.

zaheer (bina ghoore):

jo jagah chhoti pad jaaye... wahan mat aaya karo.

arjun (calm but cold):

aur jo dosti chhoti ho gayi ho... uska table bhi chhota hi lagta hai.

zaheer uski taraf dekhta hai — dono ke beech hawa bhaari ho jaati hai.

zaheer (half smile):

dosti chhoti nahi thi...

tu khud hi itna bada samajhne laga tha apne aap ko.

arjun (stepping closer, sarcasm mein):

aur tu itna chhota sochne laga tha... ki dusre ka bhalai bhi ego lagne laga tujhe.

zaheer (voice raise):

dusre ka bhalai?

bina bole, bina puchhe... meri zindagi mein decision lena “bhalai” hoti hai kya?

canteen ka mahaul thoda freeze hone lagta hai — log sun nahi rahe, lekin vibe change ho chuki hoti hai.

arjun (thoda teekha):

main toh sochta tha tere jaise ke liye kuch bhi kar du...

par tu toh bas doubt hi karta raha — dosti pe, niyat pe, har cheez pe.

zaheer (ghusse mein):

kyunki tu har jagah hero banna chahta tha.

aur mujhe kisi aur ka hero nahi chahiye tha, arjun.

arjun (step aur pass aake, aankhon mein direct):

aur mujhe dosti mein villain banne ka shauk nahi hai.

ek second ke liye silence. dono ekdum pass.

table ka ek glass girta hai — kisi ladke ke haath se, jiska focus ab khaane pe nahi, zaheer-arjun ke war zone pe hai.

zaheer (nazar ghuma ke):

acchi baat hai...

ab kam se kam chehra dekh ke jhooti muskaan nahi dikhani padegi.

arjun (peeche hatte hue, bitter laugh):

main toh ab tera naam bhi nahi lena chahta.

arjun wapas mudh jaata hai. uske dost usse pakad ke le jaate hain.

zaheer seedha ho jaata hai, plate ka ek last tukda uthata hai, lekin kha nahi paata.

scene freeze hoti hai — dono alag directions mein nikalte hain.

background mein radio se ek purana line sunai deta hai:

"dil ke tukde tukde karke, muskura ke chal diye..."

canteen wale clash ke baad arjun gusse se seedha ground ke outer area mein aata hai.

sports gear fence pe latke hain, aur koi bhi player aas paas nahi hota.

arjun ek kone mein jakar apne bag ko zor se bench pe phekta hai.

uska chehra tapak raha hai — aankhon mein gussa, frustration, aur kuch unsaid pressure.

tabhi peeche se nikhat ki awaaz aati hai — clear, steady.

nikhat:

bench ne kya kiya?

arjun turant peeche dekhta hai. nikhat tracksuit mein hai, whistle gale mein.

arjun (rude tone mein):

i’m not in the mood, ma’am.

nikhat (aate hue, calmly):

i can see that.

isliye to aa gayi hoon.

arjun kuch nahi bolta. aankhen door fix hain.

nikhat uske paas aake khadi hoti hai. dono ke beech ek second ka silence.

nikhat:

maine suna... canteen mein show chal raha tha tumhara.

arjun (dry laugh):

great. ab gossip bhi pahuncha diya gaya hoga staff room tak.

nikhat (shrugging):

nah... mujhe gossip pasand nahi.

bas tumhare chehre pe likha hua tha — “main kisi ko todne wala hoon.”

arjun (coldly):

kya farak padta hai, ma’am?

kisi ko kuch nahi fark padta.

nikhat (softly but directly):

tumhe padta hai.

warna itna react nahi karte.

arjun jawline tight karta hai. aankhen neeche jaati hain.

nikhat:

tumhare jaise players ko main pehli baar nahi dekh rahi...

talent jab emotion se bhara ho — toh ya toh medal milta hai, ya fracture.

arjun (corner smile):

toh aap mujhe fracture case samajh rahi ho?

nikhat:

nahi.

main tumhe ek player samajh rahi hoon jise sirf thoda space chahiye… aur sahi waqt pe ek kick.

arjun (softly):

kick toh mil gayi ma’am...

dil pe.

nikhat thoda smirk karti hai.

nikhat:

acha suno —

tumhare chehre pe “breakdown” likha hai.

main usse "warm-up" mein badalna chahti hoon.

Arjun kuch nahi bolta bas nikhat ki dekhta hai

Nikhat

Collage ke baad mujhe ghar chhod doge,

Arjun uska tone samajh jata hai or use ek smile pass karta hai,nikhat bhi uski aankho me dekh kar smile karti hai

college library ke bahar ka bench – dopahar ke baad ka waqt

shaam dhalne wali hoti hai. library ka outer corridor shaant hai.

books return karne wale student slowly nikal rahe hote hain.

zaheer ek kone wale wooden bench pe baitha hota hai — haath mein ek closed notebook, aankhen aage fix.

thodi der baad shanu aati hai, shoulder pe sling bag, ek haath mein juice bottle.

wo zaheer ko dekh ke ruk jaati hai — phir quietly uske paas aake bench ke dusre side baith jaati hai.

shanu (casually):

tum kabse yahan baithe ho?

zaheer:

jab se aankhon ne bheed dekhna band kiya.

shanu halka sa smile karti hai, kuch nahi kehti.

wo bottle se ek sip leti hai aur bag apne lap pe adjust karti hai.

shanu (thoda dekhte hue):

tumhara mood thoda... zyada hi calm lag raha hai aaj.

zaheer (half smile):

woh toh tab hota hai jab andar kuch chal raha ho.

thoda silence. dono bench ki opposite end par hote hue bhi, ek dusre ke mood ko absorb kar rahe hote hain.

zaheer (dekhe bina):

ammu ke liye rishta aaya hai.

shanu (thoda startled, par reaction control kar ke):

accha?

zaheer (same tone):

haan. khala ka reference hai.

amma... matlab sorry — abba baat kar rahe hain

Ammu ko abhi nahi bataya hai

shanu (softly, sir hilaate hue):

hmm...

wo thodi der uske chehre ko dekhti hai — na udasi hai, na khushi — sirf ek flat acceptance.

phir uski aankhon mein ek subtle curiosity aati hai.

shanu (teasing smile ke saath):

fir tumne mujhe pehle kyun bataya?

zaheer (seedha uski taraf dekhte hue, calmly):

kyunki ek tum hi to ho...

jisse dimag ki baatein bhi share kar sakta hoon...

aur dil ki bhi.

shanu uske aankhon se nazar chhupane ke liye thoda side dekhti hai.

chehre pe ek controlled blush aa jaata hai — wo sip lete hue aankhon se usse avoid karti hai.

shanu sirf apni ponytail ko adjust karte hue halki si laugh nikaalti hai... aur seedhi nikal jaati hai.

zaheer bench pe lean karta hai — notebook ab bhi bandh hai,

lekin chehre pe ek subtle peace hota hai — jaise kuch unsaid bol diya gaya ho.

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Nikhat or Arjun ki chemistry, next asid or basis dono k milap se dhamaka dekhny ko nzer aa rha

Abhi or dhamake bhi baki hai
This story won't disappoint you

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Superb writing, every line describing a particular emotion. Loved arjun and ammu pair . Lest see whats their future. Pahle laga tha arjun galat hoga par start zaheer ki bewkoofi se hua h. Ye tussle lambi chalne wali aur aage family ko bhi involve karne wali lag rahi h. Just a thought shayad arjun ammu aur zaheer shanu ka pair sath rahega… lets see arjun ammu ka patchup karwate ho ya baat aage badhte ho.. intzaar rahega aage updates ka…

Aapke updates ka intzaar rahta h dost… big thumbs up again ??

Oh bro that's so sweet gesture from you
Bas story se jude rahiye 
Apna pyaar dete rahiye or feedback bhi
Lafde to ab start honge mere dost ?

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Update 19

college stairs – late afternoon

zaheer se bench pe chhoti si baat ke baad shanu canteen wale side stairs pe baithti hai —

ek sip juice ka leti hai, lekin ab uska mood clear nahi hai.

uske mann mein abhi bhi zaheer ka woh flat, emotionless tone goonj raha hota hai:

"ammu ke liye rishta aaya hai... abhi usse bataya nahi."

shanu apna phone nikalti hai — uske fingers thoda ruki-ruki si hoti hain, jaise confused ho ki kya kare.

fir screen pe scroll karte hue... “arjun”.

shanu (andar hi andar):

uska haq banta hai yeh jaanna...

chahe kitna bhi gussa kyun na ho.

wo turant call tap karti hai.

roadside chai tapri – arjun & nikhat

arjun aur nikhat ek roadside tapri ke paas khade hain —

nikhat chai le rahi hoti hai aur arjun apne phone ko silent pe dal ke pocket mein daal chuka hota hai.

nikhat usse kisi old championship story suna rahi hoti hai, aur arjun usme engaged hai, halki si hansi bhi uske chehre pe hai —

kaafi din baad relaxed.

tabhi uska phone silent mode mein vibration karta hai —

“shanu calling...”

lekin arjun unaware hota hai.

screen blink karta hai: “call not answered.”

shanu thoda der dekhti rehti hai — aankhon mein kuch mix emotions hote hain:

annoyance nahi, par ek chhupi si frustration — jaise dil keh raha ho ki arjun ko farq padna chahiye.

shanu (soft sigh leke):

fine..

wo phone side mein rakhti hai, bag uthati hai.

stairs se utarte hue ek second ke liye rukti hai...

phir aankhon mein thoda thaka hua smile aata hai.

shanu (andar hi andar, calmly):

shaam ko bata dungi... samne baith

ek black matte finish bike pe arjun aur nikhat baithe hote hain. arjun front pe, perfectly balanced. nikhat piche, bina kisi hesitation ke — full confident vibe mein. dono ne helmets pehne hain, lekin aankhon ka no-nonsense expression dikh raha hai.

background mein music chal raha hota hai — koi lo-fi beat ya instrumental

(jese: electric guitar ke soft riffs + drum rolls)

bike jaise hi smooth turn leti hai, hawa donon ke jackets ko thoda flutter kar rahi hoti hai.

nikhat (slightly leaning forward, helmet ke andar se):

“right gear lagaya tune?”

arjun (calm tone mein, throttle smooth karta hai):

“fourth pe hoon. full control mein hai.”

nikhat (halka sa hansi ke saath):

“kabhi kabhi lagta hai tu race nahi, meditation karta hai.”

arjun (smirks):

“bike bhi agar feel kare ki rider sure hai... to zyada noise nahi karti.”

cut to: flyover ka curve —

arjun smooth lean leta hai, body naturally tilt hoti hai. nikhat perfectly uska motion follow karti hai, jaise dono ek hi body mein ho. koi imbalance nahi, koi doubt nahi.

cut to: red signal — bike rukti hai.

nikhat arjun ke shoulder pe thoda knock karti hai.

nikhat:

“next turn pe chalein left... shortcut hai mere Ghar ka.”

green signal.

bike blast karti hai aage — lekin bina harsh throttle ke. full grace, full flow. hawaa bike ke 360° around ghoom rahi hai — jaise dono rider us road ke sirf guest nahi, owners hain.

cut to: ek open highway patch —

arjun slightly speed badhaata hai.

nikhat (excited voice mein):

“yesss... that’s the feeling!”

arjun (almost whispering):

“this is it. no crowd. no noise. just us... and the road.”

nikhat ke ghar ke paas ka rasta, shaam ke 5 baje

bike smoothly chal rahi hoti hai. traffic kam hai. hawa thodi thandi ho gayi hai. nikhat peechhe se halka jhukti hai arjun ke paas.

nikhat (helmet ke andar se cheekhti hai):

“ghar pe chhod de raha hai ya coffee pila raha hai?”

arjun (helmet ke andar se hansi chhupata hai, bas ek haath se thumbs up dikhata hai aur sir nod karta hai):

“coffee. tu treat de rahi hai, right?”

Nikhat (shocked)

Tu???

Arjun (smirk)

Main dosto ko tu hi bolta hu...

Nikhat(teasing)

Main dost kab ban gayi... Coach hu tumhari

Arjun(flirt)

Dost nahi to kuch or ban ja... Teri itni madad ki hai competition me.. kuch or na sahi kam se kam dosti ka to naam de is rishtey ko

nikhat (teasing tone):

“dekh le... moka mila toh main challenge bhi doongi!”

arjun (thoda speed badhata hai):

“challenge accepted.”

cozy street-side café – “bean theory”

wooden tables, yellow lights, light jazz-pop music chal raha hai background mein. dono bike park karke andar aate hain, helmets table pe rakhte hain. dono thode relaxed, lekin energy high.

nikhat:

“main cappuccino lungi. tu kya lega — ya bas mujhe taadta rahega?”

arjun (casually):

“black. bina sugar ke. jaise teri reality.”

nikhat:

“shut up. tujhe zyada bolne ki aadat ho gayi hai jab se finals ke baad free hua hai.”

waiter order le jaata hai. dono table pe baithte hain, glass ke bahar ka road view dikh raha hota hai.

nikhat aankhon mein spark leke:

“sun, bet lagate hain. agar tune mere drink mein pehle sip liya… toh tu meri ek baat bina argue kiye maannega.”

arjun (eyebrow raise karke):

“aur agar main na loo?”

nikhat:

“toh main maanungi. fair?”

arjun:

“deal.”

nikhat drink ke aane ka intezaar karti hai. tab tak dono ek dusre ko taunting look de rahe hote hain. waiter dono cups rakh ke chala jaata hai.

nikhat (coffee ke cup ko slow motion mein uthate hue, arjun ki aankhon mein dekhte hue):

“tu darega nahi toh…”

jaise hi wo peene lagti hai — arjun lightning fast uska cup kheench ke pehle sip le leta hai.

nikhat:

“ohhhhhh cheater!!”

arjun (victory smile ke saath):

“you said if i sip first. now i win.”

nikhat (hans ke):

“fine. ab sun. tu café ke andar gaana bajte hi uthke thoda sa jhoomega — aur main bhi karungi... let’s make the whole café groove.”

arjun (shock):

“what— tu serious hai?”

nikhat (firm):

“no backing out. tu hi toh bola tha — bina argue maanoonga.”

background mein gaana bajta hai: "lehenga – jass manak" ya koi upbeat punjabi track

nikhat turant uth jaati hai aur table ke paas thoda jhoomne lagti hai. café ke kuch log pehle awkwardly dekhte hain, lekin phir ek ladka bhi uthke beat pe tap karne lagta hai.

arjun pehle resist karta hai, lekin phir slowly uthta hai, shoulders shake karta hai, aur nikhat ke opposite groove mein aa jaata hai.

thodi der mein poora café laugh aur beat mein jhoom raha hota hai.

nikhat:

“dekha? main vibe create karti hoon.”

arjun (laugh ke beech):

“tu vibe nahi, full viral moment hai!”

café mein ab light laughter aur normal vibe wapas aa gayi hai. arjun aur nikhat table pe wapas baith chuke hain, dono ke chehre flushed from dance and energy.

nikhat (table pe elbows rakhti hai):

“man, tu actual mein sahi partner nikla dance ke liye.”

arjun (coffee sip lete hue):

“bas tune signal diya... aur main flow mein aa gaya.”

tabhi waiter arjun ka special black coffee leke aata hai — cup se halki steam nikal rahi hoti hai, aroma strong.

nikhat (eyebrow raise karke):

“ab meri baari. same bet.”

arjun (cup ko haath mein uthate hue):

“same rule?”

nikhat:

“obviously. agar main pehle sip le lungi toh... tu mere saath ek aur round dance karega — is baar slow wala.”

arjun (smiles):

“aur agar main jeeta?”

nikhat:

“toh main kuch bhi karungi. bol.”

arjun (slight smirk ke saath):

“bet locked.”

nikhat cup ke taraf haath badhati hai — lekin arjun usse ek second pehle sip le leta hai. phir se!

nikhat:

“NOOOO!! again?! tu psychic hai kya?”

arjun (cup table pe rakhta hai, lean karke casually bolta hai):

“main bas timing samajhta hoon.”

nikhat:

“fine. bolo kya karna hai mujhe?”

arjun (eyes narrowed, voice thoda mysterious):

“nahi... abhi nahi bataunga.”

nikhat (confused + annoyed):

“kya matlab?! tu jeet gaya hai — mujhe bataana padega na?”

arjun (coolly):

“nahi. waqt aane par. abhi bas yaad rakh... ek baat baaki hai.”

nikhat uski aankhon mein dekhti hai — thoda challenge karne wali look, thoda interest.

“you’re playing with fire, singh.”

arjun (smirking, aankhon mein thoda tease):

“tabhi toh warm coffee pasand hai mujhe.”

background mein ek soft acoustic version of “ilahi – yeh jawaani hai deewani” bajta hai.

cut to: dono window side pe baith ke coffee finish karte hain, slow beat ke saath... nikhat andar se curious hoti ja rahi hai, lekin arjun full chill mode mein —

[b]café ke bahar – shaam dhundhli hone lagi hai[/b]

arjun aur nikhat café se nikalte hain. dono ka mood light aur happy hai. bike pe wapas baithte hain.

nikhat (helmet pehna start karti hai):

“jaldi chalo, varna amma ka interrogation shuru ho jaayega.”

arjun (hassi chhupate hue):

“main toh bas delivery boy hoon. time pe parcel pohcha deta hoon.”

nikhat:

“haan haan. main toh parcel hi hoon.”

dono hans kar bike start karte hain.

kuch hi door chale hote hain ki tez barish shuru ho jaati hai

paani pehle halki phuhar hota hai, fir achanak full downpour.

arjun (shout karta hai, over rain):

“nikhat! cover kar le apna sir! jacket ka zip band kar!”

nikhat (helmet utaar ke, dono haath hawa mein fela deti hai):

“NO! let it happen!”

bike slowly chal rahi hoti hai. nikhat peeche se thoda sa seedhi ho jaati hai, dono haath upar, face sky ki taraf — aankhein band — cheekon par boondein girti hain.

uski jacket bheegti hai, lekin uska chehra glow karta hai. boondein uski lashes pe tikti hain, lips par halki si muskurahat... jaise har drop ek mehfil ho.

arjun apna focus lose nahi karta, lekin uske liye mano sab slow motion me ho raha hai... traffic security officer wale ka sity bajana, sadak se pani ka udna, kisi ki scooty sadak me slip hona, samne se tez aati car.... wo mirror se uski nazar baar-baar jaake nikhat pe tik jaati hai.

uska man kare toh bike rok de, sirf uski har ek ada ko dekhte rahe.

nikhat ki woh raw khushi, bina kisi pose ke — bas feel karna, bina kisi soch ke.

arjun (andar hi andar, bike chalate hue):

Just beautiful ? 

barish aur tez ho jaati hai. road ke kinare paani jama ho raha hai. log chhup rahe hote hain — lekin yeh dono us paagalpan mein nikalte ja rahe hain, jaise duniya sirf un dono ki ho.

slow background music bajta hai — “raabta (agent vinod slow version)” ya phir koi soulful acoustic melody.

arjun ka face — mirror mein nikhat ko dekhte hue, ek light si smile ke saath... aur nikhat — aankhein band, face barish ke neeche, haathon se hawa ko pakadne ki koshish karti — jaise wo har pal ko chhuna chahti ho.

nikhat ka ghar — ek purana, lekin beautifully maintained bungalow, white jali wali windows aur green gate

bike thak-thak sound ke saath gate ke paas rukti hai. dono poore bheege hue — arjun ka hair se paani tapak raha hota hai, nikhat ki jacket cheekon se chipki hoti hai, lekin aankhon mein wohi barish wali masti.

nikhat (gate kholti hai, chhoti si smile ke saath):

“andar aaja... warna barish tujhe dissolve kar degi.”

arjun (jacket nikalte hue):

“lagta hai barish rukne wali nahi”

andar se darwaza khulta hai — ek aurat, simple cotton dupatta pehne, ek almost 50s age ki aurat— lekin aankhon mein warmth. yahi hai ‘khala’.

khala (door par aankh mein paani dekhte hue):

nikhat! itni tez barish mein? kapde dekho zara!

nikhat (khush hokar):

“khalaaa! relax, maza aa gaya.”

khala arjun ki taraf dekhti hain, phir uski bheegi condition dekh ke thoda narazgi aur pyaar mix expression aata hai.

khala:

“aur ye kaun hai? ye bhi bheega hua parcel hi lag raha hai.”

nikhat (laugh karte hue):

“arre ye toh mera delivery boy hai. mujhe ghar tak drop karne wala.

arjun (folded hands ke saath):

“namaste khala ji... main arjun.”

khala (narm ho kar):

“andar aao dono. pehle towel lo, phir chai.”

drawing room – warm yellow light, ek table pe dry towel, ek kone mein framed photos (nikhat ke maa-baap ke), ek low-volume radio baj raha hai

nikhat towel se baal sukha rahi hoti hai, arjun ek armchair pe baitha hota hai.

khala dono ke liye adrak wali chai aur biscuit laati hain.

khala (nikhat se):

“tere maa-baap hote toh tujhe daant padti... tu toh bas badmash ho gayi hai.”

nikhat (cup uthate hue):

“aur tu toh mummy papa dono ban gayi hai na... toh daant le abhi.”

khala halka sa hasti hain, lekin aankhon ke kone nam ho jaate hain — [b]unke liye yeh routine hai, lekin har baar thoda sa dil bhar jaata hai.[/b]

[b][b]arjun slowly un dono ke beech ki bonding observe karta hai. uska chehra serious ho jaata hai — pehli baar wo nikhat ko uske mask ke peeche dekh raha hota hai.[/b][/b]

nikhat (khala ki taraf dekhti hai):

“yehi hai woh... jo baarish mein bhi bike sambhal leta hai.”

khala (muskurate hue):

“toh iske liye kuch garam pakode bhi hone chahiye.”

nikhat (arjun ki taraf):

“ab tu gaya... khala ke haath ke pakode khaye bina koi nahi jaata.”

arjun (softly):

“main kahaan jaa raha hoon…

Or radio par ek gane ki line aati hai "rishta dil se dil ke aetbaar ka,zinda hai hamee se naam pyaar ka

— warm drawing room ka frame, ek table jahan chai, biscuit, aur thodi dosti — thodi khaamoshi — lekin sab kuch apna sa lagta hai.

nikhat ka drawing room – shaam ka waqt, bahar ab bhi halki barish ho rahi hai

arjun armchair mein relaxed baitha hota hai, khala pakode serve karte waqt tray rakh ke uski taraf dekhti hain.

khala:

“main nikhat ko bula laati hoon... chai thandi ho rahi hai.”

arjun (halki muskurahat ke saath):

nahi khala, aap baithiye. main le aata hoon... kaan pakad ke.”

khala (thoda hansi ke saath, aankhon mein dher saara pyaar):
“le ja beta. mujhe toh ab tu hi samajhdar lag raha hai.”

arjun uthta hai — slow pace mein ghar ke andar ki taraf badhta hai.
ghar mein purani wooden flooring, soft yellow bulbs aur walls pe black-and-white framed tasveerein. ek ghar jo purani yaadon se bhara hai, lekin carefully sambhala gaya hai.

arjun har kadam pe dheere se dekhta hai — ek corner pe harmonium, ek purana diya rack pe, aur ek shelf jismein nikhat ke maa-baap ki jawaani ki tasveer hai — nikhat ki aankhon jaisi aankhen uski maa ki, aur uska confident chehra uske baap ka.

ek kamre ke samne se guzarta hai — darwaaza halka sa khula hota hai. andar light jal rahi hai.

arjun thoda rukta hai — bas halki nazar dalta hai.

[b]andar ek clean room. ek study desk. ek diary jismein pen abhi bhi khula pada hai. ek white dupatta bed ke kone pe. aur ek wind chime jo barish ke hawa se hil raha hai — ting ting ki halka sa sound.arjun dhire se darwaza kholta hai or andar jata hai kamre me just enter hote hi left side me ek mirror hai jiske samne nikhat unhi gile kapdo me khadi hoti hai, or arjun use dekhne lagta hai... Nikhat ko abhi yeh maloom nahi ki koi is kamre me aa chuka hai[/b]

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So writer sb k ander wali Ekta Kapoor jagh rhi, don't mind just kidding

Is baar no ekta kapoor 
Is baar Rajamouli ki masterpiece

[Greenwood]

Hahhahaha lag hi raha tha shuru se kaafi kuch misunderstanding and ego clash hone wala h … bs arjun ammu ka scene bana rahe they are my fav … 

Aapki writing style filmy scene ki tarah readers ko screenplay sochne par majbur kar rhi h ??

Bahut bahut shukriya sir apka appreciation ka

Thoda twist to aane do sarkar...
Apke arjun or Ammu kahi nahi ja rahi 
Heheh

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Update 20

azhar ka ghar – shaam ka waqt, bahar tez barish

ek dim light wala hall, jahan azhar sofa pe baitha hota hai. ek purani clock tik-tik kar rahi hai. uske haath uske lap mein folded hain, aankhen kahin door lag rahi hain — soch raha hota hai.

azhar (andar hi andar):

“tum nahi ho to sab kuch adhoora hai. kaise sambhalun in bachiyon ko… kis se mashwara karun... kis se kahun ki ammu ke liye rishte ki baat sahi hai ya nahi?”

uske chehre pe stress, thakan aur guilt saaf dikh raha hota hai. ek pal ke liye wo apna seena pakadta hai — ek sharp dard sa mehsoos hota hai.

azhar (halke awaz mein):

Yaa maalikkkk

wo sofa se uthne ki koshish karta hai, lekin pair ladkhadate hain. girne se pehle zaheer tez kadam se andar aata hai aur use pakad leta hai.

zaheer:

“baba?! kya hua?!”

pratap, jo is barish ke mosam me gali ke kinare se madhu ke liye pakode lene gaya tha wo azhar ke ghar ke samne se nikalta hai or andar ka kolahal dekhta hai to bhaga chala jata hai, uske hath se wo pakode ka packet barish me gir gaya tha or wo awaz sunke andar aa jaata hai. kuch aur log bhi pichhe-pichhe.

pratap (ghabra ke):

“zaheer, chhoti ambulance bulao! der na karo!”

scene cut – hospital emergency room – baarish ka sound muted ho chuka hai

azhar ko stretcher pe le jaya ja raha hota hai. nurse injections ready kar rahi hoti hai. doctor monitor dekh raha hota hai.

ammu ghar ke ek kone mein khadi hai, ro ro ke bura haal. asma uske paas chipki hoti hai, darr ke maare kuch bol nahi rahi.

shanu dono ko sambhal rahi hoti hai, unka sir thame, halki halki back rub karte hue.

Pratap (nurse se softly):

“please, uska BP check karte rahiye. unki sugar low hoti hai.”

do ghante ka intezaar. sabke chehre par silence aur anxiety chipki hoti hai.

phir doctor aata hai, mask nikaal ke muskurata hai:

doctor:

“ab theek hai. stress aur anxiety ka attack tha. rest zaroori hai. ghar le jaa sakte ho.”

scene cut – azhar ka ghar – sham ke 7 baje

azhar ko dhire dhire andar laaya jaa raha hota hai. zaheer aur pratap uska haath pakad ke support dete hain.

drawing room mein ammu, asma, shanu aur madhu khade hote hain — jaise kisi sankat ke baad kisi apne ke wapas lautne ka intezaar ho.

jaise hi azhar andar aata hai, ammu aur asma dono uski taraf daud jaati hain.

ammu (phoot phoot ke roti hai):

“abba… baba kyun kiya aapne aisa… humein dara diya…”

asma bhi uske lap se chipak jaati hai.

azhar (kamzor awaaz mein):

“meri bachi… main thak gaya tha. soch raha tha tumhare liye…”

sab kuch chup ho jaata hai. madhu pani laati hai.

pratap azhar ke paas baithta hai.

pratap:

Kamal karte ho yaar... ye kya kiya... tumne inhe bataya hi nahi. ye sab andar rakh ke khud pe le aaye. ammu ke liye jo rishte ki baat thi... tu tension mat le.”

zaheer dheere se bolta hai:

Ammu... Tere liye ek rishta aaya hai or....

ammu ka chehra suddenly pale ho jaata hai — aankhen zyada blink karne lagti hain, jaise kuch samajhne ki koshish kar rahi ho.

uske andar kuch tutne ki awaaz hoti hai — lekin wo bahar nahi aati. uska gala sukhta hai, par uska muh bandh rehta hai.

shanu ammu ka chehra dekh leti hai. wo jaanti hai — yeh reaction sirf ek shock nahi hai... yeh andar se kuch aur tha.

madhu (slowly):

“ammu... kuch kehna chahti hai tu?”

ammu ka andar ka dard uski aankhon mein bhar jaata hai — lekin uska muh... chup.

woh bas sir halke se haan mein hila deti hai. koi shabd nahi. koi sawal nahi.

shanu ka gala bhari jaata hai. wo kuch kehna chahti hai, lekin nahi keh pati

ammu bas dheere se apne baap ki taraf dekhti hai — azhar ke aankh band hain, lekin uska chehra thaka hua aur masoom lag raha hota hai.

ammu aankhen paani se bhari hui, lekin face pe clarity hoti hai. wo apne baap ki halat dekhti hai, uski aankhon ke neeche ke dark circles, aur ek akeli insaan ka bojh samajh jaati hai.

ammu (ruk-ruk ke, aankhon mein aansuon ke saath):

“main tayyar hoon, abba.”

azhar (emotional ho kar use gale laga leta hai):

“meri bachi... meri jaan…”

shanu thoda piche hoti hai, kuch bol nahi pati. uske chehre pe shock, guilt aur chhupa hua dard hota hai. uska dil jaanta hai — arjun aur ammu ke beech kuch tha, kuch hai. lekin yeh waqt nahi hai kuch kehne ka.

azhar apni dono betiyon ko baahon mein liye baitha hota hai, pratap, madhu, shanu aur zaheer side mein — ek emotional sa ghar ka kona jahan sab thak gaye hain, lekin ek rishta sambhal gaya hai.

ammu akeli baithi hoti hai — aankhon se aansu gir rahe hote hain, bina awaaz ke.

uski ungliyon mein ek chhoti si moorat hoti hai — uski maa ki yaad, ya koi purani cheez.

barish kam ho gayi hai. lekin uske andar toofaan ab bhi chal raha hota hai.

andar drawing room mein sab shaant hai. shanu aur madhu kitchen mein chai bana rahi hain.

azhar bed pe takiye ka sahara liye, halka sa straight baitha hota hai. uske haath abhi bhi kamzor hain, lekin aankhon mein ek thakaan bhari urgency.

zaheer uske paas kursi pe baitha hota hai — thoda hesitant, thoda samajhne ki koshish mein.

azhar (thodi kamzor awaaz mein, lekin theek se):

“zaheer... ek baat sun.”

zaheer (aage jhuk kar):

“jee baba.”

azhar:

“husna khala se baat kar... kehna, woh log rishte ki mulaqat jald se jald fix karein. main der nahi chahta.”

zaheer ek pal ke liye chup ho jaata hai. uska gala sukhta hai. aankhon ke kone pe tension jam jaata hai.

wo dheere se pratap ki taraf dekhta hai — ek pal ke liye.

pratap ek kone mein sofa pe baitha hota hai, dono haath jodne ki position mein. uski aankhon mein thakaan bhi hai, samajh bhi.

zaheer ki aankhon ka sawaal bina bole samajh jaata hai.

“kya yeh theek hai? abhi? itni jaldi?”

pratap bas halka sa sir jhukake 'haan' mein nod karta hai.

uski aankhon mein likha hota hai —

“yeh waqt ab azhar ki sukoon ki baat hai. baaki sab baad mein.”

zaheer phir apne abba ki taraf mudta hai. aankhon mein halka kasak hota hai, lekin awaaz mein control:

zaheer:

“jee baba. kal hi khala ko bol deta hoon... mulaqat fix kar lenge.”

Azhar:

Kal nahi mere bete,apne baap ki haalat dekh abhi isi waqt phone kar

Zaheer pratap ki taraf ek nazar karta hai or apne mobile se husna ko call karta hai

Zaheer

Hello khala, salam... Kaise ho.... Jee main wo keh raha tha ki,hum tayar hai Ammu ke rishte ke liye... Aap jald se jald meeting fix kar dijiye... Bilkul bhi deti nahi honi chahiye... Jee... Jee... Jee aap bhi khayal rakhna

azhar ke chehre pe ek sukoon ki lakeer aa jaati hai. wo halka sa aasman ki taraf dekhta hai, jaise keh raha ho — “ab tu dekh lena, meri zimmedari puri ho gayi.”

background mein clock ki tik-tik aur barish ki halka sa sound.

zaheer silently uthta hai, ek baar drawing room ke dark kone mein rukta hai, fir chupke se madhu ke paas jata hai.

zaheer (narm tone mein):

“amma... khala se baat karli hai. Baba ne kaha hai... jald rishte ki mulaqat fix karni hai.”

madhu (uske haath pakadti hai):

Lekin beta itna jaldi sab kaise... aise waqt me liye gaye faisle kya sahi hote hai

Ammu Shanu or asma unki baatein sun lete hai, or Zaheer or Ammu ki nazar ek pal ke liye milti hai fir Ammu niche dekhne lagti hai

Ammustaring floor,hard tone me)

Amma main tayar hu, baba se aage kuch bhi nahi hai

Shanu Zaheer se ek pal ke liye aankh milati hai mano ki puch rahi ho ki yeh sab kya ho raha hai ?? Or wo kya bol raha hai, jispe zaheer bhi aankho se jawab deta hai ki uske bhi samajh se bahar ki hai yeh baat fir

Madhu or shanu ek dusre ko ek pal ke liye dekhte hai ki jaise yeh kya ho raha sab achanak se or fir wo bolti hai

Madhu:

Zaheer, main kar lungi sab. tu bas baba ke saath reh.

zaheer Ammu ki aankhon mein ek baar jhankta hai. uski aankhon ke peeche ka dard — lekin shanu jo paas khadi hoti hai, sab samajh leti hai.

ammu ka room – raat ka waqt, ek halki light jali hai, darwaza thoda sa band hai

ammu palang ke kone pe baithi hoti hai, pair moorh ke. aankhon mein thakaan hai, lekin neend nahi. haathon mein ek purani diary hai — khuli nahi hai, sirf ungliyon se thapthapaa rahi hoti hai.

tabhi darwaza halki si khat-khat ke saath khulta hai. shanu andar jhaankti hai.

shanu (faint whisper):

“main andar aa jaaun?”

ammu (sir hila ke):

“hmm…”

shanu aake uske paas baith jaati hai. dono side-by-side, thoda space chod ke. kamre mein sirf clock ki halki tik-tik.

bahar se thoda murmur sunayi deta hai — zaheer, pratap aur azhar dining table pe dinner le rahe hote hain. asma aur madhu unka khayal rakh rahi hoti hain.

andar – ammu dheere se bolti hai, bina shanu ki taraf dekhe:

ammu (dheere, almost whisper):

“sab kitni jaldi ho raha hai na…”

shanu (utni hi dheemi awaaz mein):

“haan… jaise kisi ne remote fast-forward pe chala diya ho.”

ammu (halka sa aankhon mein nami):

“mujhe kuch bolna bhi tha... lekin abba ko aise dekh ke… kuch keh nahi paayi.”

shanu (softly):

“main jaanti hoon…”

ek second ke liye dono chup ho jaati hain. ek unsaid silence, jismein dard bhi hai aur ek dusre ki samajh bhi.

shanu (dheere se):

“tu khush toh nahi lag rahi.”

ammu (slow blink karte hue, aankhon se seedha saamne dekhte hue):

“main bas... chah rahi hoon ki abba theek ho jaayein. uske aage kuch soch hi nahi paa rahi.”

shanu uski taraf dheere se jhukti hai, uska haath pakad leti hai.

shanu (whisper mein):

“lekin tu toh... arjun ko…”

ammu uski taraf dekhti hai — aankhen bhar aayi hoti hain, lekin lips tight hain.

ammu (dheere se, ruk ke):

“us waqt… kuch tha. par ab... nahi keh sakti.”

shanu kuch nahi kehti, bas uska haath aur tight pakad leti hai.

bahar se zaheer ki awaaz aati hai, kisi ne kuch funny bola hota hai, halki si hansi ki awaaz aati hai — lekin ye kamra usse bilkul alag mehsoos ho raha hota hai.

ammu apna sir shanu ke kandhe pe rakh leti hai — ek pal ke liye.

ammu (murmur mein):

“kabhi kabhi apna kuch rakhne ke liye... kisi apne ka khwaab chhodna pada padta hai.”

shanu kuch nahi bolti. sirf uski peeth thapthapati hai, jaise keh rahi ho — “main samajhti hoon.”

dono ladkiyaan, ek dusre ke saath chhup-chhup ke sab kuch sah leti hain aur ghar ke kisi kone mein, barish ka pani ab bhi pipe se tapak raha hota hai.

Asma aati hai or dono ladkiyo ko khane ke liye bula kar le jati hai,Ammu khane ke liye mana karti hai lekin Shanu ke zid karne par wo bhari Mann se khana khane ke liye tayar hoti hai or bahar dining par sab bethe hote hai...

azhar takiye ke sahare baitha hai, pratap uske paas. madhu, asma aur zaheer khana serve kar rahe hote hain. table par steam uthti dal, roti, aur chawal ki platein. lekin koi bhi waaqai bhookh se nahi, bas farz se kha raha hota hai.

pratap do bites ke baad thoda rukta hai — madhu ki taraf dekhta hai, softly poochta hai:

pratap (narm tone mein):

“madhu… arjun kahan hai?”

yeh ek simple sawaal hota hai… lekin table par ek pal ke liye sab kuch freeze ho jaata hai.

madhu aankhon se pratap ki taraf

dekhti hai, phir zaheer ki taraf.

zaheer ka haath spoon se dal serve karte hue rukh jaata hai. uska chehra suddenly blank ho jaata hai. kuch bhi react nahi karta, bas silently apna kaam rokta hai.

do second ki khaamoshi. fir zaheer bina kisi se kuch kahe — plate chhod kar uthta hai, aur side room ki taraf chala jaata hai.

uske kadam heavy hote hain. peeche se azhar uski taraf dekhta hai.

madhu (narm si hansi ke saath, pratap se):

“kahiin busy hi hoga. aapko toh pata hai… phone uthana bhool jaata hai.”

pratap uski baat accept karta hai, lekin aankhon mein ek chinta chhupi hoti hai

Cut to few hours ago...

Nikhat mirror ke samne unhi gile kapdo mein khadi hoti hai, or arjun use bina palak jhapkaye dekh raha hota hai...

Nikhat apni denim jacket nikal kar side me patak deti hai or fir apne kurte ke do button kholti hai or fir ek pal ke liye mirror me dekhti hai,use apne galo par abhi bhi paani laga hua mehsoos hota hai... Wo paas hi rakhe small towel se wo pani saaf karti hai or fir apne hatho se apna kurta pakadti hai...

Arjun abhi bhi use dil tham ke dekh raha tha, or room ka darwaza abhi bhi khula hua hai,

Nikhat bina koi waqt gawaye apna kurta pakad kar upar ki taraf khinchti hai or apne badan se wo kurta aazad kar deti hai,

Ek designing red maroon color ka bra uske kurte ke hatte hi samne aata hai or nikhat wo kurta wahi zameen par patak deti hai...

Ek tez hawa ka jhonka or room ka darwaza apne aap band hota, nikhat ek pal ke liye ghabra jati hai or mood kar darwaze ki taraf dekhti to use samne arjun dikhai deta hai... Arjun bhi darwaze ke band hone se thoda hosh me aata hai,

Nikhat or arjun ka eye contact hota hai, mano nikhat arjun se apne badan ko aankho hi aankho me chhipa rahi ho lekin arjun ki aankhein to kuch or hi bayaan kar rahi thi... Un aankho me chamak thi nikhat ke badan ko explore karne ki, un aankho me ek betaabi thi nikhat ke badan ko dekhne ko, un aankho me ek curiosity thi aage hone wale pal ki... Arjun dhire dhire nikhat ki taraf kadam badhata hai, or nikhat dhire dhire piche hoti jati hai or apne hatho se apne upper parts ko chhupane lagti hai... Uski aankho me darr nazar aa raha tha lekin pata nahi kyu usne arjun ko apne paas aane se nahi roka, wo arjun ke sath kadam taal karte huye piche khiskati rehti hai or aakhir me pichhe dressing mirror se uski pith sat jati hai, arjun ab apne pero ki speed tej kar deta hai or agle kuch seconda me wo nikhat ke bilkul kareeb hota hai... Arjun apne hatho se nikhat ki kamar ko pakadta hai, Nikhat ki saansein ab tez hone lagti hai mano usne ek hafte ki training ek din me karli ho,

Arjun ki aankho me chamak ab bhi mojud thi... Wo apne hath nikhat ki kamar se hote huye uske jeans ke button tak lata hai or is doran uska eye contact nikhat se ek second ke liye bhi nahi hatta... Arjun nikhat ki jeans ka button ek jhatke me khol deta hai, or pata nahi kyu Nikhat bhi bina kisi ehsaas ke bas uska sath deti jati hai... Arjun nikhat ko utha kar dressing ke slab par betha deta hai or aakhir kar nikhat se eye contact tod kar uske neck par apne lips rakh deta hai... Nikhat ki aankhein ek siski ahhhhh ke sath band ho jati hai, arjun nikhat ke neck ko ab apne lips se choomne lagta hai or nikhat ki saansein or tez hone lagti hai,

Arjun uske neck ko ab dono taraf se choomne lagta hai or ab uske daant uske neck ko chaba rahe hote hai... Arjun apne hatho ke istemaal se Nikhat ki jeans uske kamar se niche karne lagta hai or Nikhat bhi band aankho se hi uska sath deti hai or apni ass utha kar use permission deti hai ki wo yeh jeans uske badan se alag kar de... Arjun uske gale ko choomte huye hi uski jeans uski tango se alag kar deta hai or nikhat ek stylish red maroon color ki panty me hoti hai jo gili jeans ki wajah se gili ho chuki hoti hai... Arjun ab hatho se Nikhat ka chehra pakadta hai or uske lips se apne lips sata deta hai sath hi use apni god me utha kar sidha bed par le aata hai...

same time (crosscut)

interior – warm lamp light – silent, soft, aur personal.

arjun aur nikhat kambal ke andar hote hain, ek dusre se chipke hue — nafrat, rishte, ya duniya ka koi sawal inke beech nahi hota. sirf unki saanson ka ek halki si rhythm hoti hai.

nikhat arjun ke chest pe leeti hoti hai, fingers se uski skin pe shapes bana rahi hoti hai — circle, curve, aur kabhi ek naam.

arjun uske baal kheenchta nahi, sirf usme ungliyan chalaata hai — jaise kuch yaad rakhne ki koshish kar raha ho.

nikhat (slowly, cheek rub karte hue):

“tum poore nahi kehte… par poore ho jaate ho.”

arjun (halki hansi):

“aur tu... jaise kisi raat ki dua ho, jo poori ho gayi ho.”

[b]nikhat thoda hasti hai, fir uske lips ke paas jhuk kar softly kiss karti hai.[b]bedsheet dheere se uske pairon ke neeche se gir jaati hai. kamra ab sirf roshni aur shadows ka khel lagta hai.[/b][/b]

nikhat (slowly, thak ke):

“tum kisi ko kuch batate kyun nahi?”

arjun (aankhen band karte hue):

“kyunki log baat ko ya toh todte hain… ya yaad rakh lete hain.”

nikhat (soft whisper):

“aur tu?”

arjun:

“main sirf mehsoos karta hoon.”

nikhat ab uske lap pe aake baith jaati hai — poori body close, heartbeat sync mein.

kambal ka ek kona dheere se unke upar girta hai — lamp ki roshni uske neeche shadows mein toot jaati hai.

koi baat nahi. sirf saansein.

arjun ka haath uski kamar pe jaata hai — thoda upar, thoda ruk kar — jaise pehli baar kisi ko haan mil rahi ho.

Or dono kiss me mashgool ho jate hai, dono ke lips ek dusre ko chhodne ke liye tayar nahi they.. arjun ab apni body ko move karne lagta hai or nikhat bhi apni body ko uski body se synchronise karti hai dono ke badan par ab sirf undergarment they... Dono hi kisi bhookhe sher ki tarah ek dusre ko kha rahe hote hai... Arjun kiss ke doran hi nikhat ka left boob uske bra ke upar se hi hold karta hai tightly jisse nikhat ki ek siski nikalti jati hai lekin kiss hone ki wajah se wo bahar nahi aa pati... Or arjun us breast par apni pakad or mazboot karta jata hai or nikhat ki siski ab or badhne lagti hai... Nikhat bhi is hamle ka jawab dete huye arjun ke sir ke balo ko piche ki taraf khinchti hai or dono ka kiss tutta hai or arjun bhi nikhat ki is karwahi ka jawab or hard tarike se deta hai or wo nikhat ko pakad kar apne niche leta leta hai.. nikhat bhi arjun ke kandhe ko pakad kar apna balance banati hai or apne dono per arjun ki kamar par lapet leti hai hai... Arjun apna dick underwear ke andar se nikhat ki pussy par chalane lagta hai jo khud bhi panty ke andar hoti hai or nikhat ki siski ab tez hoti jari hai...

Arjun apna muh nikhat ke cleavge me ghusa leta hai or apni naak se waha ragad karta hai nikhat ke liye itna kafi hota hai ki wo apni panty khud se utarne lag jaye... Nikhat ki aankhein puri band hoti hai or wo siskiyo ke sath apni panty apni taango se alag karne lagti hai jisme arjun bhi uska sath deta hai, nikhat bacho hui panty apni tango ki help se alag kar deti hai or ab arjun nikhat ke upar se hat jata hai, nikhat apni saansien sambhal rahi hoti hai apne balo ko theek karke ki tabhi arjun apna aakhiri brahmastra chhodta hai or apni ungliyo se nikhat ki pussy ki lips gently sehla deta hai, nikhat apni taangein bhinch leti hai or kamar se upar uth kar ek arrow jaisa bana leti hai... Arjun thode force se uski taangein alag karke uski pussy ko dekhta hai... Nikhat ki choot thodi brown or kali ka mixture thi, dekhne se hi maloom ho raha rha tha ki yeh uska first time nahi hai, arjun apne muh me apni do ungli gili karke nikhat ki choot par sehlane lagta hai... Nikhat ki tez saansien ab or bigadne lagti hai or arjun ek halka sa slap nikhat ki choot par kar deta hai.... Is slap se nikhat ek baar ke liye tadap uthti hai or yahi mouka tha bas ki arjun ne bina der kiye apna underwear nikala... Uska strong lund jispe uski nasein dikhai de rahi thi or ek mota sa til bhi tha wo uchal kar bahar aata hai or nikhat use dekhte hi apne lips ko apne daanto me daba leti hai... Arjun nikhat ke expression ko dekh kar ek jeet ki smile karta hai... Arjun apna lund apne hatho me lekar thoda sa aage piche karta hai or apni foreskin ko piche karke apna lund nikhat ki choot par rakhta hai or pal ke liye nikhat ki aankho me dekhta hai... Nikhat ki is waqt lust se puri laal ho chuki thi or arjun apni kamar ke jor se apna lund uski choot me push karne lagta hai... Nikhat ke muh se ek tez aahhh nikal jati hai or uski aankho me kuch aansu ki boondein aa jati hai, uski choot kafi sukhi hui thi aisa lag raha mano uske kafi time se sex nahi kiya tha...

[b]Arjun ka sirf top andar jata hai or nikhat ko dard hone lagta hai, wo apne lips ko apne daanto me daba kar apni aankhein band karke apne dard ko chhupane ki koshish karti hai... Arjun thoda sa piche hota hai or nikhat ko thodi relief milti hai... Lekij uski yeh relief use pahle se jyada dard dene wali thi, arjun ek tej shot marta hai or[/b]

[b]Uska aadha lund nikhat ki tight sukhi hui choot me utar jata hai... Nikhat ke muh se ek madak siski nikalti hai ahhhh... Apne coach ki madak siski sun kar arjun ko or josh chadhta hai or wo dohri speed se ek or dhakka lagata hai or uska pura 8 inch ka lund nikhat ki choot me ghus jata hai, nikhat is hamle se tadpadati hai or arjun usi position me nikhat ke upar let jata hai or uski body ko jakad leta hai... Nikhat ki aankho se aansu nikalne lagte hai or uske muh se dard bhari aahein..[/b]

Arjun uska dard kam karne ke liye uske upper boobs ko kiss karta hai or uske neck me bhi kisses karne lagta hai... Wo ek hath se nikhat ke pet ko sehlata hai to ek hath se nikhat ke aansu pochne lagta hai... Nikhat ki aankhein band thi lekin wo lagatar aansu bahate ja rahi thi,

Cut to few mintues...

Nikhat ka dard ab kam hone lagta hai or wo khud apni kamar hila hila kar arjun ko aage badhne ka indication deti hai, arjun ke liye yeh kafi tha or wo nikhat ke boobs ko chhodh kar uski kamar pakadta hai or sata sat nikhat ki chudai shuru kar deta hai... Pure room me sat sat sat sat sat ki aawazein goonjne lagti hai jab arjun ke testicles nikhat ki thighs se takrate hai... Arjun ab apni speed ko accelerate karta hai or apna mota lund nikhat ki choot me marne lagta hai... Nikhat bhi ab apni ass utha utha kar arjun ke veins wale lund ko qubool kar rahi thi... Kuch second ke slow shots ke baad arjun nikhat ki ek taang ko utha kar apne shoulder par rakhta hai or fir danadan apna lund uski choot ke chhed me marne lagta hai... Pura room nikhat or arjun ki siskiyo or moaning se goonj uthta hai...

bahar wind chime halki si bajti hai. moonlight ab thodi intense ho gayi hai — room ke curtains us glow ko slow motion mein le raha hote hain.

lamp ki roshni dheere-dheere kam hoti ja rahi hai — ek deep amber glow, jaise candle bujhne se pehle thoda zyada chamakti ho.

curtains halki si hawa mein hil rahe hain, aur unke peeche moonlight ka halka reflection dikh raha hai — silver white aur almost transparent.

bed ka mattress kabhi-kabhi karrrh ki soft si aawaz karta hai — koi jerky motion nahi, sab kuch soft glide mein, jaise do shadows ek dusre mein merge ho rahi ho.

bedsheet halka sa uthti hai, phir settle ho jaati hai.

uske neeche silhouettes dikhte hain — ek jism thoda upar, doosra thoda lean karke uske saath ghula hua.

aankhon se kuch dikhayi nahi deta, lekin har sound, har breath, har stretch mehsoos hoti hai.

ek point par nikhat ka haath lamp ki roshni ke cone mein aata hai — fingers slightly curled, movement mein... phir chali jaati hai wapas beshseet par.

arjun ki saans uske kaan ke paas halki padti hai — baar baar nahi, sirf jab sab kuch rukh jaata hai.hawa mein ek faint perfume ghula hota hai — nikhat ke baalon ka ya arjun ki shirt ka — ek mix jo bas iss ek raat ka hissa hai.

bedside table pe ek glass rakha hai — aadha paani bhara, aur uske andar moonlight refract ho rahi hai.

wind chime ek second ke liye bajti hai — ting ting ting...

aur dono ka movement us moment mein thoda pause karta hai — jaise sab kuch us sound se sync ho gaya ho.

aur fir... silence.

ek aise silence jismein kisi ne kisi ko poori tarah samet liya ho — jahan koi khauf nahi, koi time limit nahi, sirf ek thaka hua sukoon.

us silence mein... ek warm palm kisi spine ke base pe ruki hai. aur ek cheek kisi collarbone se chipki hai.

[b]Arjun apna sara garam maal nikhat ki choot ke andar hi utar deta hai or dono ek dusre ko ekdam tight jakde hote hai[/b]

[b][b]nikhat ka bedroom – same midnight, baarish ke baad wali khamoshi aur narmi ab bhi hawa mein hai[/b][/b]

lamp ki roshni ab aur bhi dim ho chuki hai — almost flickering, jaise ab bujhne wali ho.

bedsheet ab kamre ke ek corner mein gir chuki hai, sirf ek loose white sheet bachi hai jo arjun ke lower body tak loosely padi hai.

nikhat upar hoti hai — lekin yeh dikhayi nahi deta directly, sirf uski back ka silhouette lamp ke soft cone mein aa jaata hai.

uske baal uski peeth se chipak gaye hain, halki si sheen mein — moisture, heat, and rhythm ka mix.

uska posture straight nahi hota — slightly leaned forward, jaise apne weight ko sambhalti ho, ek haath arjun ke chest pe tike hue.

arjun ke dono haath uski kamar ke aas-paas hote hain, ek haath uski waist trace karta hua, jaise us moment ko yaad mein likh raha ho.

bed ka mattress halka sa compress hota hai, phir release… compress, release…

movement koi jerky ya fast nahi, balki slow aur hypnotic hoti hai, jaise ek dhadkan ko follow kar rahi ho.

nikhat ki saans phir halki si tez hoti hai, lekin wo mooh band rakhti hai — sirf uski nasal breathing hi sunayi deti hai, ek high, warm pitch mein.

room ke ek kone mein mirror rakha hota hai — usme unka faint reflection dikh raha hota hai.

mirror mein sirf roshni ka blur, aur ek soft curve — jaise koi painting ki lakir hil rahi ho har dusre second mein.

Wind chime ke sath sync karke nikhat apni ass arjun ki thighs par patak rahi hoti hai, inshort wo cowgirl position me hote hai.. jo nikhat ne khud karna chaha tha yeh keh kar ki abhi raat baki hai, or caoch apni training puri karegi... Wo apni ass ko arjun ke lund par thap thap thap ki aawaz ke sath patak rahi thi,uske boobs abhi bhi bra me qaid they, shayd arjun ko yaad hi na aaya ho ki uski body or bhi explore ki ja sakti thi... Kuch der or nikhat apne stamina ka use karti hai apni body ko up down karne me or fir

aur fir silence... ek aisi silence jo khud ek saans jaise lagti hai.

nikhat thak ke arjun ke upar girti hai, apna sir uske shoulder ke paas rakh ke — aur uske chest pe cheek rakh ke dheere se aankhen band kar leti hai.

arjun uski peeth pe haath rakhta hai — circular motion mein, jaise neend se pehle koi lullaby.

lamp ab bujh chuka hota hai. sirf moonlight bachi hoti hai — aur unka tangled sa outline.

nikhat ka bedroom – early dawn, subah 4:00 baje ka waqt

moonlight ab kam ho gayi hai, aur sky halki si grey-blue tone le raha hai.

room mein koi lamp nahi jal raha, sirf bahar se aa rahi ek feeki roshni hai jo bed sheet ke folds pe softly pad rahi hai.

bed ke andar ek blanket ke neeche arjun aur nikhat lete hue hote hain — dono semi-nude, tangled — lekin relaxed.

nikhat arjun ke left side mein, uska sir arjun ke bare shoulder pe — ek pair uske pairon ke beech fasa hua, jaise neend ke baad bhi chhodna nahi chahti.

nikhat ke haath arjun ke chest pe hote hain, lekin idle nahi — wo apni ungliyon se halka sa kuch draw kar rahi hoti hai — circles, lines, kabhi initials... jaise uski skin pe kuch likh ke chhupana chahti ho.

arjun aankhen band kiye hota hai, bas uski finger ki movement ko mehsoos karta hua.

nikhat (bohot dheere, almost whisper mein):

“mera pehla breakup... funny nahi tha... lekin stupid zarur tha.”

arjun aankhen kholta nahi, bas ek side smile deta hai.

nikhat (finger se ek “X” shape banate hue):

pata nahi wo bas pyaar tha ya affection lekin usne mujhe... sirf kisi aur ke liye chhod diya

uske voice mein koi guilt nahi hoti, par ek woh chhupi hui thodi si thakaan hoti hai — jaise ek aar phir wo sab yaad karna bhi effort le raha ho.

arjun apna haath uske baalon ke andar chalaata hai, uske scalp pe halki si pressure deta hai — soothing.

arjun (half-open eyes se):

“aur tu ab bhi usse yaad karti hai?”

nikhat (halka sa laugh, lekin sad):

“nahi... bas kabhi kabhi sochti hoon

kya main itni asaan thi chhod dene ke liye?”

arjun thoda turn hota hai uski taraf, uska cheek apne lips ke paas laake softly whisper karta hai:

arjun:

“nahi... tu asaan nahi thi... Bas wo kameena tha

[b][b]nikhat aankhen band karti hai, aur apne haath se arjun ka heart area trace karti hai — do ungliyon se...[/b][/b]

[b][b][b]nikhat aankhen band karti hai, aur apne haath se arjun ka heart area trace karti hai — do ungliyon se...[/b][/b][/b]

nikhat:

“aur tu...?

kya tu bhi kabhi... kisi ko chhod ke gaya hai?”

arjun kuch nahi bolta turant uske mind me Ammu ka chehra aa jata hai,or wo jaise confuse sa ho jata hai. Wo apna confusion ko chhupa kar bas uske haath se nikhat ke haath ko pakadta hai — aur apne chest pe usse rakhta hai.

arjun (soft, delayed):

“main kisi ko chhod nahi saka kabhi...

ek second ke liye dono chup ho jaate hain. sirf ek heavy inhale... aur blanket ke andar unka silence aur body warmth ek ho jaata hai.

nikhat apna cheek arjun ke chest se aur zyada chipka leti hai.

uske lips se ek halki si narm saans nikalti hai — woh saans jo shikayat nahi karti, bas bhar jaati hai.

nikhat (murmur):

“tu mujhe kabhi chhodna mat…”

arjun uske forehead pe halki kiss karta hai, blanket ke andar uska haath uske lower back pe softly rest karta hai.

arjun (low tone):

“tum mujhe kabhi bhoolne mat dena...

Or arjun chhar ko ghoorne lagta hai jaise ki use maloom tha ki yeh sab kya ho gaya hai...

[b][b][b]window ke bahar birds ki first sound aati hai. lekin andar... blanket ke neeche dono ab bhi ussi slow breathing mein bhalke hue hote hain jaise raat ka sabse halka, sabse sachcha pal wahi ho[/b][/b][/b]

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Update 21

nikhat ka ghar – next morning – 7:05 AM

kitchen se coffee machine ki halki si gurrrr gurrrrr aawaz aa rahi hoti hai.

arjun ek loose grey t-shirt aur track pants mein hota hai, baal thode messy, aankhon mein neend ki halki si shading.

lekin chehre pe ek sukoon hota hai — waise sukoon jo kisi lambi, puri hui raat ke baad milta hai.

woh two mugs mein coffee pour karta hai — ek thoda zyada strong (nikhat ke liye), ek thoda halka (apne liye).

table pe sugar cubes aur chhoti steel spoon rakhi hoti hai — sab kuch quietly arranged.

andar se nikhat nikalti hai — oversized white shirt pehni hoti hai ji (shayad arjun ki), neeche kuch bhi visible nahi hota.

baal half-tied, aankhon mein woh “just woke up but still in that vibe” look.

nikhat (stretch karte hue):

“smells like you finally learned something useful…”

arjun (bina dekhe):

“tumhari nautanki ke liye strong coffee zaroori hai.”

nikhat softly laugh karti hai, jaake stool pe baith jaati hai. tabhi peeche se ek familiar voice aati hai:

khala (andar se aati hui):

“arre suno, kal raat tum dono kaha chale gaye the?

maine pakode banaye the — poore thande ho gaye, ek bhi nahi khaya.”

nikhat aur arjun dono ek dusre ko dekhte hain — pehle halki si aankhon ki contact, phir dono ke lips pe ek slow, thoda naughty smile.

Arjun:

Nahi khala aisi to baat nahi hai, raat ko to nikhat ache se khaya hai pakoda... Aap shayd so gaye they, maine khud serve Kiya tha

Nikhat aankho hi aankho me sharma rahi hoti hai or ek Hansi ko chhupa bhi rahi hoti hai,

Khala

Aisa kaise ho sakta hai, main to jaag rahi thi or Maine to gin ke banaye they...

arjun coffee stir karte hue aankhon se nikhat ki taraf ishara karta hai, jaise “ab tu samjha le…”

nikhat (casual smile chhupate hue, innocent acting mein):

“woh… khala… kuch kaam aa gaya tha… aur time ka pata hi nahi chala…”

khala suspiciously dono ko dekhti hai — phir haath jod ke bolti hai:

“accha? kaam aisa kya tha ki maine itni aawaz di… ek bhi sunayi nahi diya!”

arjun (smiling, aawaz dabake):

“accha khala, coffee lenge aap bhi? ya main pakoda serve karu fir apki nikhat ko ?”

Nikhat fir aankhon me sharmati hai or ek Hansi nikal jati hai uski,

khala thoda hasti hai. wo apna dupatta thoda tight karti hai aur kehti hai:

khala:

“nahi beta… ab humare din kaha pakode or yeh sab khane ke, aap dono khao beta ji

khala chali jaati hai — dono thodi der chup rehte hain, fir haansi chhupate hue coffee sip karte hain.

arjun nikhat ke haath pe haath rakhta hai table ke neeche — ek casual, warm touch.

nikhat aankhon se uska haath press karti hai, aur fir cup utha ke casually bolti hai:

nikhat:

“mujhe lagta hai, coffee se zyada… raaton ka flavour addictive ho raha hai.”

arjun (smirking):

“coffee main roz bana dunga…

raat wapas mile toh sambhal lena.”

azhar ka ghar – subah 7:30 baje

phone ki ghanti bajti hai – zaheer neend se haath ghuma ke phone uthata hai. screen par likha hota hai: "husna khala."

zaheer (neend bhari aawaz mein):

“jee khala...”

husna khala ki urgency phone ke speaker se chhalk rahi hoti hai.

husna (phone par):

“beta zaheer, ladke wale aaj hi milne aa rahe hain. maine subah unse baat ki thi...

woh keh rahe hain 10 baje tak aa jayenge, ek chhoti mulaqat karne.

tum sab taiyyar raho... main bhi aaj shaam tak pahuch jaungi.”

zaheer ekdum fully alert ho jaata hai. aankh se neend nikal jaati hai.

zaheer:

“theek hai khala... main sab ko bata deta hoon.”

scene shift – drawing room – 8:15 AM

pratap ek chhoti diary mein kuch note kar raha hota hai, azhar chai pee raha hota hai.

zaheer un dono ke paas aata hai, thoda tense, lekin composed.

zaheer:

“khala ka phone tha. ladke wale... aaj 10 baje tak aa rahe hain.”

ek second ke liye pratap aur azhar dono ek dusre ko dekhte hain. phir pratap thoda sa smile karta hai, aur turant uth kar bolta hai:

pratap:

“main mithai lene nikalta hoon. tum log yahan ki tayyari sambhalo.”

azhar ki aankhon mein excitement bhi hoti hai, thodi emotional bhi. wo bas sir hilaata hai

[b]montage – azhar ke ghar mein tayyariyon ka silsila shuru[/b]

kitchen se masalon ki khushboo nikal rahi hoti hai. madhu apron pehne haldi, pyaaz, aur garam masale ka tadka laga rahi hoti hai.

bhindi fry, baghare baingan, daal gosht — sab kuch ek silsile mein banta ja raha hota hai.

asma aur shanu milkar poora ghar saaf kar rahi hoti hain — floor pe paani chhidak ke, kapda maar ke, jhadoo lagake.

shanu ne ek simple cotton suit pehna hota hai, dupatta loosely daala hua — baal tied up, haath mein jhaadu.

shanu jukh kar drawing room ka kone saaf kar rahi hoti hai — ek pal ke liye uski kamar dikh jaati hai, or uske bethne se uske knee se uske boobs upar uth jate hai jisse uske upper boobs flesh hote hai or ek aisa angle bhi banta hai jisse shanu ka ek shoulder ka bra strap appear ho jata hai, or shanu ki cleavage is tarike se show hoti hai ki koi bhi dekhe to apni aankhein na hata paye jo uski har movement mein ek natural grace hoti hai.

usi waqt zaheer ek tray le jaate hue udhar se guzarta hai — uski nazar bas ek second ko padti hai.

koi vulgarity nahi, koi intention nahi — sirf ek pal ka wo real, raw observation.

zaheer ke lips se bas ek halka “ufff…” nikalta hai — nafrat nahi, hawas nahi — sirf ek confused, helpless si saans.

phir wo turant aankhen hata leta hai, aur seedha kitchen ki taraf chala jaata hai — jahan madhu already busy hoti hai.

poore ghar ka mahaul ab shaadi ke pehle waale din jaise lagta hai — har kone mein kuch ho raha hai, lekin har dil mein ek halke panic aur excitement ka mix.

shanu chhupke zaheer ke peeche dekhti hai ek second ke liye — aur phir dobara jhadoo lagana shuru kar deti hai — jaise kuch hua hi nahi.

ammu ka room – safai ke baad ka waqt – mehmaan aane se thoda pehle

light soft hai, ek corner mein window ke paas mirror ke samne ammu khadi hai.

usne ek halka mehendi green suit pehna hai, dupatta neatly pleated, baal khule — lekin chehra thoda blank.

shanu peeche se aati hai, haathon mein ek chhota sa clutch aur ammu ke earrings leke.

dono abhi tak busy thi taiyaariyon mein — lekin jaise hi room mein aayi, ek pal ke liye sab thama-thama sa lagta hai.

shanu (softly, casual tone mein):

“yeh wale pehen le… matching bhi hai, aur halki bhi.”

ammu mirror mein aankh milaye bina sirf haan mein sir hilati hai. wo earrings pehente hue apne reflection ko dekh rahi hoti hai, lekin jaise wo khud ko dekh nahi rahi — kuch aur dhoondh rahi ho.

ek pal ke liye shanu uski taraf dekhti hai — phir uske paas jaake comb uthati hai aur ammu ke baal softly saaf karti hai.

phir dheere se puchti hai:

shanu (slow tone):

“ammu… thik hai na?”

ammu aankh band kar leti hai ek second ke liye — jaise koi heavy baat andar dabake rakhi ho.

ammu (halke se):

“sab thik hai.”

shanu stop karti hai. comb rakh deti hai.

shanu (thoda jhuk ke):

“ammu, sab thik hota toh tu itni chup kyun hoti?”

ammu uske saath aankh milane se bachi ja rahi hoti hai. phir mirror se aankhen hata ke bed ke edge pe jaake baith jaati hai. dupatta lapet leti hai apne haathon mein.

do second tak dono chup.sirf ceiling fan ki halke awazon.

phir ammu bolti hai — halki aawaz mein, toot-te toot-te:

ammu:

“meri maa hoti na shanu… toh main usse bas ek baar pooch leti… ki kya sach mein main taiyaar hoon?”

shanu uske paas aa jaati hai  quietly. uske paas baith jaati hai, bina kuch bole.

ammu (phir):

“sab itna jaldi ho raha hai… papa ki tabiyat… ghar ka mahaul… zaheer bhai ki aankhon ka pressure…

aur main… main toh bas is beech mein kahi dhoondh rahi hoon apne liye ek pal.”

shanu uska haath pakad leti hai — warm aur firm.

shanu:

“tu akele nahi hai. tu jo feel kar rahi hai, wo galat nahi hai.

kabhi kabhi hum taiyaar hone ka natak karte hain, sirf apno ke liye…

par dil... wo hamesha slow rehta hai.”

ammu ki aankhon mein aansu jam jaate hain — lekin girte nahi.

shanu apni aankhen moond ke ammu ke shoulder pe sir rakh leti hai — jaise dosti ke thande paani ka ek ghoont.

ammu:

“main use janti bhi nahi shanu… or mujhe darr hai, main uss jagah jaa rahi hoon jahan koi bhi mujhe jaanne ki koshish bhi karega ya nahi.”

shanu bas uska haath tight pakadti hai, aur sirf ek line kehti hai

shanu:

“tu agar kahogi… toh main tere saath uss ghar tak chalungi.”

ammu uske taraf dekhti hai — aankhon mein pehli baar ek halki si muskurahat.

dono thodi der chup rehte hain — room mein sirf ek dosti ka sukoon rehta hai, jo shabdon se nahi, samajhne se bana hota hai.

ammu uske taraf dekhti hai — aankhon mein pehli baar ek halki si muskurahat.

dono thodi der chup rehte hain — room mein sirf ek dosti ka sukoon rehta hai, jo shabdon se nahi, samajhne se bana hota hai.

azhar ka veranda – 9.15 baje

dhoop ab dheere-dheere dhal rahi hoti hai.

azhar ek traditional white kurta aur chashme mein chair pe baitha hota hai — thoda tired, lekin aankhon mein woh jazba jise bas apni beti ki shaam ka intezaar ho.

pratap ek chhoti tray mein do cups chai ke laata hai — aur dono friends jaise, ek side mein baith ke sip karte hain.

azhar (cup lete hue, thoda soch mein):

“beti... toh ek din jaana hi hota hai pratap…

par itni jaldi... aur aise waqt mein... bas dil thoda zyada bhari hai.”

pratap uski baat sunta hai, fir ek thandi si muskurahat ke saath kehta hai:

pratap:

“teri beti sirf kisi ke ghar nahi jaa rahi, azhar...

apna naya ghar banane jaa rahi hai.

aur tu… tu us ghar ka pehla neev ban raha hai.”

azhar ki aankhon mein halka sa paani jamta hai, lekin wo turant pee leta hai chai ka ek ghont, jaise emotions ko neeche dhakel diya ho.

scene shift – shanu aur asma ka ghar ke liye nikalna

andar se shanu nikalti hai — ek deep purple straight-cut silk suit pehne hue, jismein silver resham embroidery neckline aur sleeves ke paas chamakti hai.

baal neatly tied back in a bun, silver jhumke, aur ek minimal makeup — eyes thodi bold, lips light rose tint.

uske saath asma hoti hai — usne ek pista green anarkali pehna hota hai, jismein gold print halka halka neck se ghoomta hai. dupatta soft net ka, lightly sequined.

asma ka look thoda playful, thoda elegant — age ke mutabiq.

shanu ki haath mein ek small clutch hota hai, aur wo steps utarti hai confidently — lekin aankhon mein ek alag hi calmness hoti hai.

dono behne ek dusre ko dekh kar muskurati hain — unka aana ghar mein ek fresh sa movement laata hai.

scene shift – zaheer ka room

zaheer apne room ke mirror ke samne khada hota hai — ek off-white cotton kurta, crisp aur freshly ironed.

neeche plain white pajama. baal halki si gel se set, aur aankhon mein ek dark kajal-like shadow jo uski neend kami aur emotional exhaustion ko chhupa nahi paata.

lekin chehre pe ek focused silence hoti hai — wo apne collar ko set karta hai, phir ek second ke liye khud ko dekhta hai.

mirror ke reflection mein uske piche se shanu aur asma guzar jaate hain — uska chehra unke reflection pe tik jaata hai ek pal ke liye.

phir wo aankhon se wo pal hata ke, kurte ki last button band karta hai — jaise sab kuch andar seal kar diya ho.

kitchen se biryani aur rooh afza ki khushboo aa rahi hoti hai, aur veranda mein azhar aur pratap dono khamoshi se chai ke last sips le rahe hote hain.

yeh subah ek rishta nahi ek nayi kahani ki shuruaat hone wali thi.

college front gate – late morning

nikhat arjun ke bike pe hoti hai — dono college ke gate ke bahar rukte hain.

sunlight sharp hai, lekin breeze thandi. nikhat ne ek navy blue tshirt or ek loose lower pehni hoti hai, light scarf shoulder pe latka hua.

Gale me uski city or ID card or hath me water bottle

helmet utarke wo arjun ko dekhti hai — aankhon mein woh raat wali warmth ab bhi kuch halki si chamak ke form mein rehti hai.

nikhat (casually):

“thanks for the ride. aur... raat ke liye bhi.”

arjun thoda smile karta hai, lekin aankhon se zyada lips se.

ek second ke liye kuch bolne lagta hai, phir ruk jaata hai. sirf sir hila ke kehta hai:

arjun:

“take care... nikhat.”

gate ke paas taz – same moment

taz ek side khaali wall ke paas khada hota hai, ek hand pocket mein, ek hand water bottle ghumata hua.

usne arjun aur nikhat ko clearly notice kiya hota hai.

jaise hi arjun uske paas se guzarta hai, taz thoda jhuk ke aankhon se ishara karta hai — cheeky smile ke saath:

taz (nazar se signal karta hai):

“wah bhai… set hai ladki tere…”

arjun uski taraf dekhta bhi nahi, sirf thoda sarcastic sa side glance deta hai — ek weird “tu chhod” wali expression.

phir bina kuch bole, accelerator ghumata hai — bike ki awaaz tez ho jaati hai… aur wo taz ke saamne se full throttle mein nikal jaata hai.

taz peeche se bolta bhi hai, lekin arjun tak kuch nahi pahuchta — sirf ek flying dust ka cloud.

taz (laughing, peeche se):

do nao ki sawari mehngi padegi arjun miyaan...

Or itne me taz ka phone ring karta hai

arjun ki bike road pe – fast wind, loud engine, aur helmet ke andar ek blank, thoda loaded expression.

uske chehre pe koi smile nahi… lekin aankhon mein kuch rehta hai jo keh deta hai — raat raat thi... subah subah sab normal nahi hota.

taz ek wall ke paas khada hota hai, phone haath mein — halka smile rehta hai uske chehre pe, kyunki abhi 5 minute pehle arjun uske saamne bike pe nikhat ko drop karke gaya hai.

lekin phone ka vibration uska mood tod deta hai. screen par naam blink karta hai: “Azhar chacha calling…”

taz turant phone lagaata hai, still chilled tone mein:

taz:

haan chacha, boliye…

azhar ki awaaz phone mein heavy aur halki si thaki thaki lagti hai, lekin baat direct karta hai:

azhar (phone par):

beta taz… aaj 10 baje ladke wale aa rahe hain ammu ko dekhne.

tum logon mein se koi zaroorat ho toh main teri madad lunga.

tu bhi bhai jaisa hi hai uska… bas dua dena.

taz ek second ke liye frozen reh jaata hai.jaise dimaag pe kisi ne cold water daal diya ho.

uski aankhen ekdum still lekin aawaz utni hi casual banaye rakhta hai:

taz (thoda ruka hua):

jee chacha… jee… zaroor.

call cut hota hai. taz ke haath se phone dheere se neeche hota hai. aankhon mein ek laachar si cheekh hoti hai lekin muh band.

taz ke chehre ki smile dheere dheere gir jaati hai.uska phone ab bhi haath mein tight pakda hota hai.phir wo khud se halki aawaz mein, maar kha chuka aadmi jaisa bolta hai:

taz:

saala... Zindagi bhar mehnat maine ki… budhe ki daant maar galiya sab sahi

aur uske aam koi or choosega.

uski cap jo pehle usne casually rakhi thi, wo uthata hai dekh ke bas gusse mein zameen pe patak deta hai.

background mein college bell bajti hai duniya apne routine mein busy hai, lekin taz ki duniya us moment mein freeze ho gayi hoti hai.

azhar ka ghar – evening 9.45 am

ghar me mehmaan aane wale hain drawing room me mithaiyon ki tray, chandi ke glasses, garam pakode, aur elaichi wali chai ki mehek hawa mein ghuli hoti hai.

andar sab ready ho chuke hain. zaheer white kurta ke upar light blue waistcoat pehne hall se bahar jaise hi nikalta hai

tabhi samne se shanu seedhiyon se neeche utar rahi hoti hai deep purple silk suit, silver jhumke, soft eye makeup, aur ek subtle bindi. baal neatly bun mein, ek lock gaal pe girta hua.ek pal ke liye dono ki nazar milti hai. sab kuch slow ho jaata hai

zaheer ke andar ka voice (mann mein):

yaar… yeh ladki har baar… aur zyada khubsoorat kyun lagti hai,jaise sab kuch ignore ho sakta hai par yeh nahi.

uska haath kurte ke button pe atak jaata hai, aankhen shanu ke chehre se nikalti hi nahi. wo kuch kehna chahta hai, par lips band rehte hain.

shanu ke andar ka voice (mann mein):

aisa lagta hai jaise main use har baar naye tareeke se dekh rahi hoon…

aur har baar... dil thoda aur hil jaata hai

uska pair ek step pe rukta hai. wo aankhen neeche karti hai, lekin gaalon pe ek halka pink blush aa jaata hai

dono paas se guzarte hain na kuch bolte hain, na rokte hain. lekin jab paas se nikalte hain, ek halki si muskuraahat dono ke lips pe rehti hai sirf ek dusre ke liye.zaheer peeche mud ke dekhta hai ek pal ke liye shanu us waqt dupatta set kar rahi hoti hai, jaise uski aankhon ka ehsaas usne feel kiya ho.

dil ke andar sab kuch unspoken rehta hai lekin aankhon ne apna kaam kar diya hota hai.

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Update 22

mohalle ki chai tapri – subah 10:05 am

ek chhoti si gali ka kone — jahan ek purani tapri se garma garam adrak chai ki mehek nikal rahi hoti hai.

raamu kaka chai bana rahe hote hain — stove pe patili chadhhi hoti hai, saath mein rusk ke packets aur cigarette ke cartons side mein thik se lage hote hain.

bench pe kaleem chacha ek haath mein prabhat kiran ka newspaper, aur doosre haath mein chai ka glass leke baithe hote hain.

saath mein hariram kaku aur suresh mama halki-halki garmi ki shikayat karte hue politics pe discussion chhed rahe hote hain.

tabhi ek bike ki awaaz aati hai — arjun apna black half-jacket pehne, sunglasses lagaye, casual walk mein aata hai.

bike ek kone pe park karke sidha tapri ke paas pahuchta hai.

arjun (stretch karta hua, halki si akhri neend lete hue mood mein):

“raamu kaka… ek gold flake dena, aur agar extra kadak chai ho toh woh bhi.”

raamu kaka hansi rokte hue cigarette nikalte hain, aur bolte hain:

raamu kaka:

“arre beta… subah-subah cigarette? college mein kya aaj boring lecture tha ?”

arjun cigarette lete hue thoda muskurata hai:

arjun:

“nahi kaka… lecture toh zindagi ka chal raha hai. lekin neend aaj bhi bistar mein reh gayi hai.”

bench pe kaleem chacha taunt maarkar kehte hain:

kaleem chacha (teasing):

Neend bistar me reh gayi ya puri raat upar niche karta raha

arjun or baki sab hasnte hai, ek puff leke aankhon ko sky ki taraf ghumata hai — phir cheeky tone mein:

arjun:

“dil ki chemistry sambhalne ke liye kabhi-kabhi nicotine ka reaction zaroori hota hai.”

hariram kaku aur suresh mama zor se haas padte hain.

hariram (laughte hue):

aisa kya kar raha tha ki subah subah cigrette ki jarurat pad gayi

Arjun

Wahi jo ek jawan chhora karta hai jawani mein

Uski baat sun kar sab budhe hans padte hai,

Hariram kaka(proudly)

Hatt behenchod, yeh nasal bhi koi nasal hai na kisi ke bache hote or hote to bas 2 2.. are jawani to humare jamane me thi, maa cho puri raat lugaj taangein uthaye padi rehti thi or karne wale ko bhi maza aata tha...

Sab log ek sath jor se hanste hai,arjun bhi ciggerate ke chhalle chhodta bolta hai

Arjun

Maza to ab bhi aata hai kaka, bas sahi lugai chunani chahiye... Ab har lugai ki taangein thodi uthai ja sakti hai, upar ka maal bhi to dekha jata hai or agar lugai tikka kabab khane wali ho to kehna hi kya... Phool kar gubbare ho jate hai

Sare budhe badtamizi ke sath apne se aadhi se bhi addhi umar ke ladki baato par hanste hai.arjun ek lamha cigarette ka last puff leta hai, phir haath se cup leke ek sip leta hai  eyes still half-lazy.

tapri pe subah ka halka rush badh raha hota hai — doodh wale jaa rahe hote hain, ek do cycle wale bacche college ki uniform mein tapri ke pass se jaa rahe hote hain.

arjun khud se bolta hai:

arjun (half-whisper):

“subah ka time hai, par mohalle ki gossip full active hai.”

chai khatam karta hai, phir cigarette crush karta hai zameen par.

jaate-jaate raamu kaka ke paas jhukta hai aur naughty tone mein bolta hai:

arjun (softly):

“aur haan kaka… mere baap ko mat batana ki cigarette le raha tha...”

raamu kaka hansi rokte hue, aankhon se ishara karte hain — ek muskaan ke saath:

kya arjun bhaiya… aaj tak kab bataya jo ab bata denge?”

arjun cheeky smile deta hai, phir shades adjust karke bike pe baithta hai — engine start karta hai aur mohalle ki galiyaan dust-free karte hue aage nikal jaata hai.

Pratap ka ghar – morning 10:00 am

andar ek thandi si khamoshi hoti hai. arjun apne room ka darwaza dhakka deke kholta hai. sunlight khidki ke net se andar aa rahi hoti hai — halki-halki dusty rays.

andar koi nahi hota. pratap, madhu sab gayab. ghar usual se zyada khaali lagta hai.

arjun bed ke kone pe baithe-baithe phone ka plug lagata hai. phone ka screen dead hota hai — kal raat se off pada tha.

plug jaise hi lagta hai — phone ka black screen dheere dheere glow karta hai.

phir ek “charging” ka icon blink karta hai.

arjun bina kuch dekhe apne shirt utarta hai aur washroom ki taraf nikal jaata hai. washroom ka darwaza poora band nahi hota thoda ajar rehta hai.

CAMERA FRAME: washroom ka semi-open door – arjun ki peeth blur – CENTER me phone charging par pada hai

toh camera focus karta hai:

screen black se on hoti hai — aur ek dum se:

TIN-TIN!

TIN-TIN-TIN!

TINNNNN!!

message ki barish — notifications ek ke baad ek

pratap singh:

kahan ho beta? azhar chacha ki tabiyat bigad gayi hai. hospital jaa rahe hain. turant aa.

? madhu mom:

arjun! barish ho rahi hai, tu ghar kyu nahi aaya ab tak? bata bhi nahi raha kuch.

? shanu:

arjun! jaldi ghar aa ja gadhe… yaha bahut emergency hai. sab pareshaan hain.

? ammu:

arjun… jaldi ghar aa jao. mujhe tumse kuch zaroori baat karni hai.

screen blink karti rehti hai — messages ek ke baad ek upar chadhte hain, saath mein background mein ek light vibration aur wo old-college tin-tin tone.

washroom – arjun paani se munh dhota hai, aankhen band – pata nahi ab tak kya miss ho gaya hai

phir towel se muh pochta hai, half-wet hairs – aur bottle kholke paani peeta hai, thoda stress se.

jaise hi haath se towel hataata hai — uski nazar phone par padti hai.

screen full white text se bhari hoti hai.

wo aake phone uthata hai, thumb se screen slide karta hai.

ek-ek message padta jaata hai. aankhon ka expression badalne lagta hai.

pratap ka message padhte hi uska forehead tight ho jaata hai.

madhu ka message padhte waqt wo thoda guilty sa feel karta hai.

shanu ka message pe ek chhoti si smile bhi aati hai, lekin tension ke neeche dab jaati hai.

aur jab ammu ka message padhta hai…

"arjun… jaldi ghar aa jao. mujhe tumse kuch zaroori baat karni hai."

uski aankhon mein soft halt aata hai — jaise kuch toot gaya ho ya kuch samajh gaya ho.

phone ki screen band karta h shirt nikal kar change karta hai, bina kuch khaaye seedha nikal padta hai.

gate band nahi karta — sirf dhakka deke peeche dekhta hai ek baar, phir seedha raste pe nikal jaata hai.

azhar ka ghar – bahar wali gali – subah 10:25 AM

camera pehle arjun ko dikhata hai — fast walk mein, aankhon mein stress, phone haath mein tightly pakda hua.

tabhi left side se ek 'phat-phati' awaaz ke saath ek purani light-blue scooter aati hai.

handle pe taz hota hai — basic t-shirt, slightly wrinkled jeans, par aankhon mein ek thakaa hua pressure.

wo brake daba ke scooter seedha azhar ke gate ke paas lagaata hai.

helmet utaarte waqt uski nazar arjun pe padti hai — jo already wahan pahuch chuka hota hai, fence ke andar ghusne hi wala hota hai.

taz ek second ke liye uski bechain aankhon, thodi seethi walk, aur phone tightly pakde haathon ko dekhta hai — aur uske lips pe ek halka sa smirk nikalta hai.

taz (andar sochta hai, sarcastic smile ke saath):

“toh isse bhi lag gayi hai... wahi ladki… wahi rishta... aur wahi bechainee.”

lekin phir, helmet apni scooter pe rakhte hue, uski aankhon ka expression dheere dheere serious ho jaata hai — uska khud ka dard surface pe aane lagta hai.

taz (andar ki awaaz, soft aur halka toota sa):

“jise main bachpan se dekh raha hoon… jise har bar chhup kar protect kiya… usse aaj koi aur dekhne aa raha hai…”

arjun gate me se andar jaane hi wala hota hai, tabhi ek pal ke liye uski nazar taz se milti hai.

na dono kuch bolte hain, na smile karte hain — bas aankhen lock hoti hain.

ek aankhon ka conversation — jo keh deta hai ki dono jaante hain…

dono apni jagah bekaarar hain… dono andar kuch dabaaye hue hain.

taz thoda sa neck tilt karke uske jaane ki direction me dekhta hai, phir scooter ka stand maar ke side ho jaata hai, aur gate ke bahar hi khada rehta hai.

azhar ka ghar – drawing room – subah 10:25 am

sara ghar ekdum tayar.

kitchen se freshly fried pakodon ki khushboo aa rahi hoti hai, drawing room me mithaiyon ki thali saj chuki hoti hai, chandi ke glasson me rooh afza, aur ek corner me gulab ke phoolon se saja paani ka surahi.

**clock ki second needle tik-tik kar rahi hoti hai — aur needle 10:15 ke upar aa chuki hoti hai.

madhu dupatta set karti baar-baar door ki taraf dekhti hai. asma corner ka sofa dhul ke piche khadi hoti hai — uski eyes bhi gate pe.

shanu ek stool pe baithe, ammu ke dupatte ka pleat thik kar rahi hoti hai — lekin har 30 second mein aankh ghadi ki taraf chali jaati hai.

ammu baithi to hoti hai, lekin uske haath lap mein zyada time ek jagah nahi rukte — kabhi kangan ko seedha karti, kabhi ring ko ghumati.

azhar apna halka sa jhukta hua badan leke sofa ke edge par baithe hote hain — kurta perfectly press kiya hua, lekin aankhon mein thodi pareshaani.

zaheer ek side ki wall ke paas khada hota hai — haathon ki ungliyan pichhle 10 minute se ek dusre ke upar rahti hain, jise wo baar baar rub kar raha hota hai — wajah sirf ek: waqt.

ek chhoti silence ke baad pratap aankh ghuma kar puchta hai:

pratap (softly, halki si cheekh ke saath):

“azhar … time toh 10 baje ka tha na?”

azhar ek thandi saans ke saath sir hilata hai, aankh gate par tiki hoti hai:

azhar:

“haan… bola toh tha.

shayad raste me traffic…”

madhu kitchen se nikal ke bolti hai — aawaz mein soft urgency:

madhu:

“main pakode thode aur garam kar leti hoon, thande ho rahe hain…”

shanu ammu ki aankhon me dekhti hai, halki si muskurahat laane ki koshish karti hai:

shanu:

“maybe woh log gate pe ho… kabhi-kabhi log bina call kiye aa jaate hain…”

ammu bas ek halka sa sir hila ke aankhen jhuka leti hai. uske chehre pe halka tension — jisme na khushi poori hai, na dar kam.

phir achanak ek badi saans le kar zaheer ghar ke andar chala jaata hai, jaise usse khud ko thoda sambhalna ho.

clock – 10:27 am dikhata hai. ghar mein sab ready hain.

mehmaan ke liye khushbu, chai, mithai, log, beti — sab sje hain.

bas waqt... aur intezaar ka woh aadha ghanta, sabke andar alag-alag taraah ka khinchav daal raha hota hai.

azhar ka ghar – gate – subah 10:29 AM (comedy tone)

gate thoda khula hai. hawa andar jaa rahi hai, par koi aur nahi.

andar se madhu ki aawaz aati hai:

madhu (andar se):

“shanu zara dekh le gate pe koi toh nahi khada!”

tabhi arjun seedha gate pe pahuchta hai.

pant halka geela, shirt thoda crumpled, haath me phone, muh pe pura main-late-ho-gaya look.

andar kadam rakhta hai — thoda hesitant, thoda confident.

porch ke pass ammu baithi hoti hai — pink suit, halki si nervous vibe, aankhon mein thoda thoda ghoomta hua stress.

arjun ka kadam andar jaate hi unki aankhen milti hain —

bas 1 second ke liye.

ek dum original Netflix slow motion vibe.

background silent.

sirf aankhen.

ammu ki aankhon me: “tu ab aaya  hai , lekin ab kya fayda???

aur phir... aati hai husna.

bahar se shor:

gate se ek mini-earthquake jaisa impact hota hai — husna ka entry!

green shiny anarkali, neck pe extra dupatta jisme border bhi border se thaka hua ho.

haath me clutch, aur muh me smile nahi — pura buffet.

husna ek dum direct arjun ki direction me:

husna (chodti hui):

beta zara side ho jao…

aur bina rukke, bina mod ke, bina speed kam kiye, husna…

THAAK!

arjun se takra jaati hai.

arjun = projectile motion.

uska body ek half spiral me ghoomta hai — sunglasses ud jaate hain, haath automatic wall pakad leta hai.

ek corner me land karta hai jaise koi bouncer ne party se bahar fek diya ho.

background me koi music nahi, sirf ek awaaz:

“uff… meri reedh ki haddi…” (arjun whisper me)

husna ko pata bhi nahi chala

woh already andar daakhil ho chuki hoti hai jaise koi wedding ka theme song.

aur uske peeche pure rishtedaaron ki ek full baraat.

arjun wall ke pass sambhalte hue apne sunglasses uthata hai

ek aankh se dekhta hai sab taraf,

aur sirf ek chehra dhoondta hai

lekin ammu ka focus ab gate pe nahi, husna pe hai.

arjun ke muh se halki si frustrated saans nikalti hai:

arjun (andar hi andar):

Are moti, insaan hai ya bhains.... Hayeee

andar koi kuch nahi bolta. sabko mehmaanon ka swag handle karna hai.

madhu smile fix karke welcome ke mood me.

pratap polite nod ke saath greetings ready kar raha hota hai.

mehmaan andar aa chuke hain. husna ne apna dupatta teen jagah adjust kar liya hai, aur ek bada sa handbag corner table pe rakh diya gaya hai jaise koi pooja ki thaali ho.

saath aaye uncle-type log khamoshi se baith gaye hain — sabko lagta hai ki husna hi in sab ka spokesperson hai (aur waise hai bhi).

madhu, pratap, azhar — sab formal si muskaan ke saath unka welcome kar rahe hote hain.

husna already tone me hoti hai:

husna (hawa me haath ghumate hue):

“toh bhai sab, kya kehne aap logon ke. jaise film ka set lag raha hai… bas shahrukh khan ki kami hai, warna baaki sab ready hai!”

pratap ek halki si muskurahat ke saath sir hilata hai.

madhu politely respond karti hai:

“aapka swagat hai husna ji, sab kuch bas aap logon ke liye tayyar kiya hai.”

husna ek cushion adjust karti hai aur aankhen gol gol ghumake kehti hai:

husna:

“hum toh keh rahe the, ladki dekhne aaye hain ya buffet ke liye aaye hain… itni khushboo aayi ke bhook lag gayi mujhe toh.”

sab thoda hansi rok kar professional bane rehte hain, lekin pratap ki aankhon me halka sparkle aa jaata hai.

azhar ke muh se nikalta hai (halke stress bhare smile ke saath):

“khana toh hoga hi, pehle ek chai-pani ho jaaye…”

camera frame shift karta hai —

taz enter karta hai, scooter ki chaabi ghumata hua, ek hand pocket me.

andar ka setup dekhte hi uski nazar sidha wall se chipke hue arjun pe jaa tikti hai —

jo abhi bhi ek kone me khada, sunglasses pocket me, aur chehra thoda “yeh sab kya ho raha hai” zone me.

taz ke lips pe wahi classic smirk.

taz (andar hi andar):

“bhai sahab toh ladki dekhne aaye mehmaanon se pehle dhakke kha gaye...

champion level timing leke aaye ho arjun bhai.”

taz casually slippers utarta hai, aur side se walk karta hai —

arjun ke pass se guzarte waqt bina dekhe kehta hai:

taz (narmi se, halki taang kheechi jaise):

“aaj bhi diwar se pyar hai ya husna ka asar zyada gehra tha?”

arjun aankh ghumakar usse dekhta hai — ek "tu chup reh" look deta hai.

par kuch nahi bolta, bas halki saans chhodta hai.

taz ek smile chhupata hai aur drawing room ke edge me baith jaata hai, ek biskut ka tukda uthate hue jaise usne kuch bhi notice na kiya ho.

andar: meeting ka casual flow chalu

husna:

“toh yeh thi inki beti… ammu, naam bhi itna pyara… amreen,

madhu:

“jee… amreen. lekin ghar me sab ammu kehke bulate hain.”

husna:

“arey toh ammu hi theek, ab asli naam toh sirf paper pe likhne ke kaam aata hai!”

(sab polite smile dete hain)

husna phir ammu ko dekhti hai, fir asma ko:

“tum dono toh ek se badh kar ek ho… hum toh keh rahe the ki ladka confuse na ho jaaye! haan haan shanu bitiya, aap bhi badi sundar lag rahi ho — aap sabne toh ghar hi chamka diya!”

shanu ek halka nod karti hai, lekin aankhen baar-baar ammu pe.

arjun ek kone mein ek empty chair pe finally baith gaya hai, lekin uska chehra ab bhi blank.

taz ek biscuit tode jaa raha hai, aur chupke se ek aur smirk uske muh ke kone pe.

dono ka eye contact hota hai, fir dono aankhen hata lete hain —

jaise ek ne kaha ho “main toh samajh gaya bhai,”

aur dusre ne jawab diya ho “mat poochh.”

zaheer (head down, soft tone me):

“salam husna khala.”

husna ek warm si smile ke saath reply deti hai —

uski aankhon me ek "arey zaheer mera beta " waala expression.

husna (apna haath uthate hue):

salam beta… jeete raho

wo apna haath zaheer ke sir par rakhti hai —

ek dum typical aunty blessing style, jaise poore ghar ka future isi ke bal pe ho.

husna (halka sa hansi bhare andaaz me):

“arey, yeh toh apne abbu pe gaya hai… par iske andar ghul mil jaane waali quality toh iski maa jaisi hai!”

husna apni kursi pe thoda adjust hoti hai,

haath se ek napkin uthakar lap me rakhti hai,

phir apna shabd-starting pose leti hai.

husna:

“toh sabse pehle toh… yeh humare ghar ke sabse pyare, sabse samajhdaar, aur sabse shaant member hain —

mere bhateeje zaheer.

abbu ke saath kaam bhi sambhalte hain aur ghar bhi.”

Or yeh hai wo ladki jisko hum dekhne aaye

inki beti amreen — matlab ammu — toh mash,.', jaise noor hi hai.”

husna ke gestures graceful hain, lekin style full-on movie aunty type.

camera zoom karta hai ammu ke face pe —jo husna ki taraf dekh kar bas ek gentle si smile deti hai,

lekin uske haath ka kone wala dupatta tight pakda hua hota hai.

husna (pratap aur madhu ki taraf dekh kar):
“aur yeh hain… inke padose, lekin rishtey mein ghar ke apne hi — pratap bhai aur madhu ji.
aise logon ki wajah se toh mohalla zinda rehta hai!”

madhu thoda modest smile karti hai:
“ab aapne itna keh diya toh... hamare liye toh yeh sab parivaar jaisa hi hai.”

husna:
bas isi liye toh aayi hoon… sab kuch dekhne, milne, samajhne. ladka toh accha hai hi, lekin ghar ka mahaul bhi dekhna zaroori hota hai.

husna fir asma, shanu, aur ki taraf lightly ishara karti hai —
husna:
“aur yeh saari ghar ki roshniyaan…
Amreen ki behen Asma or Madhu ji ki beti shanu... Yeh jo naujawan dekh rahe ho mushtanda handsome hunk yeh hai madhu ji ka beta arjun or zaheer ka sabse acha or khas dost...

Khala ke aise bolte hi zaheer or arjun ka eye contact hota hai jo dono hatefully karte hai...

Khala(taz ki taraf ishara)
Or yeh hai... Ye azhar bhai ki dukan par kaam karte hai

Taz ko yeh baat achi nahi lagti wo weird sa muh banata hai or ab bari hai arjun ke smirk dene ki...

pratap haste hue kehte hain:
pratap:
“arey wo toh humare area ke fixed jokers hain husna ji… unki seat booking humesha corner ki hi hoti hai!”

husna:
“acha hai… har serious scene me ek tazgi rehni chahiye. waise bhi, rishtedaar toh wahi hota hai jo hasi laa de.”

husna full flow me — sabka introduction, thoda self-appreciation, thoda “aaj kal ke bachon” ka gyaan.
sab log serious, polite expressions me sunkar haan me haan milate ja rahe hain.
ek side bench pe arjun aur taz baith hain — dono ke beech ek chhoti si wooden table jisme ek plate me namak pare aur ek glass me paani.
taz, namak pare uthakar ek ek chabata jaa raha hai — jaise cricket ka match dekh raha ho.

arjun usse side glance deta hai, dheere se kehta hai:
arjun (low whisper):
“tu mehmaan ban ke aaya hai ya shaadi mein snacks wale counter se?”

taz (munh me namak pare, bina arjun ki taraf dekhe):
“mein toh rishtedaar ban ke aaya tha… par snack mil gaya, toh upgrade le liya.”
arjun aankhon se ghoorta hai, fir ek piece uthakar khud bhi chabane lagta hai.

thodi der baad husna, zaheer,Ammu or asma ki tareef kar rahi hoti hai —

tab arjun taz ke kaan me fir bolta hai:
arjun:
“abhi agar khala mujhe dekh ke bolein ‘aur yeh hamare mohalle ka hero’, toh main uth ke chala jaunga.”

taz (bina emotion ke):
Khala tujhe dekh ke bolein gi: ‘aur yeh hain woh ladka jo hamare ghar ke samne tapri pe cigarette phookta mila tha.
arjun thoda chokhta hai, aankhon se taz ko dekhta hai, par taz serious expression me biscuit chaba raha hota hai.

fir dono ek dusre ki taraf dekhtay hain — aur fir dono ek second ke liye bas aankhon se hass ke reh jaate hain, bina awaz ke.

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Arjun has cheated Amreen, he should be punished for it. Everyone at home is happy, so Amreen should also agree to this proposal

Amreen is not aware of this till now 
Don't know what happen in future

[Greenwood]

Update 23

husna thoda cough karti hai, dupatta thoda adjust kar ke officially introduction shuru karti hai.

husna:

“toh… sabse pehle main aap sabko milwa doon un logon se jinke liye yeh rishte ki baithak rakhi gayi hai.”

sab log thoda seedhe ho jaate hain. madhu chai ka tray pakadne ja rahi hoti hai, par ruk jaati hai.

ammu ki nazar neeche, dupatta lapet ke baithi hoti hai.

arjun apna glass paani uthakar halke sips lene lagta hai.

husna ek haath se ishaara karti hai ek smartly dressed ladke ki taraf, jo medium height, clean-shaven, white kurta aur grey waistcoat me baitha hota hai — confident, lekin over-smart nahi.

husna:

“yeh hain asad sayed… hamare rishtedaar ke bete.

engeneer hai, or bahut zaheen or shant kism ka ladka hai

khud bhi simple, aur life bhi simple rakhte hain — lekin family-oriented bacha hai.

aur cricket aur shayari ka shauq hai.”

Asad thoda modest smile deta hai, sabko halka sa salaam karta hai.

madhu politely smile karti hai, pratap sir hila ke greet karta hai.

ammu us taraf dekhe bina, bas sir jhukaye rehti hai.

husna ab ek middle-aged couple ki taraf mudti hai —

lady red silk suit me, gajra lagaye, halki gold bangles ke saath.

aadmi simple light blue kurta aur glasses me.

husna:

“aur yeh hain asad ke mummy-papa sarfaraz bhabhi aur saeed bhai.

Sarafaraz bhabhi har mehfil ki rooh hoti hain kitne saalon ka rishta hai humara.

aur saeed bhai, ab toh retired hain, lekin ek zamaane me education department me inspector the.”

Sarafaraz ek classy nod karti hain, saeed bhai sirf gentle smile dete hain jaise: “hum bas formality ke liye hain.”

madhu respectfully unhe greet karti hai

husna ab ek modern aur soft-spoken ladki ki taraf dekhti hai — green churidar, open hair, and a stylish clutch.

husna:

“aur yeh hain nausheen — asad ki chhoti behen.

fashion designing padhi hai, aur abhi boutique sambhal rahi hai delhi me.

thodi kam bolti hain, lekin dil ki badi saaf hai.”

nausheen halki smile deti hai ek side glance ammu ki taraf, ek madhu ki taraf.

shanu use politely smile dekar nod karti hai.

aur last me husna ek choti ladki ki taraf dekhti hai — jo sofa pe apne frock ko baar-baar set kar rahi hoti hai aur juice ke glass me sirf ice dhoondh rahi hoti hai.

husna (halki hansi ke saath):

“aur yeh hum sabki nani — mariya. nausheen ki beti hai, lekin sabko lagta hai salman ki manager hai.

har baat pe sawaal karti hai, har plate me se kuch chhupa leti hai.

lekin bacchi itni pyari hai ki jab tak ghar me awaaz na ho, sukoon nahi milta.”

mariya muh me straw lekar madhu ki taraf dekh ke kehti hai:

“aunty, aapke yahan gulab jamun hai kya?”

sab halki si hansi rok lete hain  pratap aankhon se smile karta hai,

husna sabke chehre dekh kar kehti hai:

husna:

ab toh sab se mil bhi liya, toh socha ek choti baithak ho jaaye…

aap log ammu se thoda baat kar lo, hum sab yahin hain.

drawing room me husna ab ammu se baat cheet ki tayyari kar rahi hoti hai.background me log hansi-muskaan ke saath chai ke cups le rahe hote hain.

camera dheere se zoom karta hai ek kone ki taraf jahaan arjun quietly apni seat se uth kar side corridor se kitchen ke taraf badhta hai.uska chehra blank hai, raat ki neend bachi hai or ek yawning karta hai or apne hath stretch karta hai madhu aur asma abhi kitchen me busy hoti hain, lekin thoda side jaane ke baad arjun ek breathing space dhoondhta hai

tabhi peeche se usse shanu mil jaati hai, jise ammu ne andar bheja tha water lene ke liye.

shanu uske chehre ka expression dekhte hi thoda alert ho jaati hai.

shanu (dhimi awaaz me):

“arjun… kya hua?”

arjun (deep breath leke, aankhen jame hue):

“yeh… kya chal raha hai andar?”

(ek pause, fir almost whisper me)

“rishta hai ammu ke liye…

shanu uski taraf dekhti hai, phir thoda hesitant ho kar sir hila deti hai.

shanu (softly):

haan… husna aunty le kar aayi hain. azhar uncle ne haan kar di thi jab wo bimaar the… ab sab fix jaisa hi hai

arjun thoda panic me kadam peeche leta hai ,haath balled ho jaate hain jaise kuch tod dena chahta ho.

fir ek sharp breath ke saath ek low hiss me kehta hai:

arjun:

tum logon ne mujhe bataya tak nahi… ek word bhi nahi

shanu uska gussa feel kar leti hai — lekin apne tone ko calm rakhti hai.

woh do kadam aage aati hai aur dheere se uske samne khadi ho jaati hai.

shanu (firm but kind):

“arjun, abhi waha sab log baith ke chai pee rahe hain… mehmaan aaye hue hain.

tum agar yeh reaction yahin explode karoge na… toh sab bigad jaayega.”

arjun uski aankhon me dekhta hai — gussa uske cheekbone tak dikh raha hota hai.

lekin wo kuch bol nahi paata, sirf ek thandi si saans chhodta hai.

shanu fir dheere se kehti hai:

shanu:

“abhi chillaane ka waqt nahi hai. main teri side hoon…

lekin pehle tu khud decide kar kya chahiye tujhe,warna ammu sab ke kehne pe haan kar degi.”

arjun aankhen band karta hai, sir jhukata hai.

uske haath ki nasen tight ho gayi hain, lekin wo apne aap ko control karta hai.

kitchen ke fridge ke paas jakar bottle uthata hai aur paani peeta hai.

shanu bas ek pal ke liye uske saath khamosh khadi rehti hai.

dono ke beech ek silent understanding circulate karta hai

ek dusre ki feelings bina bole samajhne wali.

sab log chai aur snacks le chuke hain. husna ek narm si awaaz me sab se keh rahi hoti hai:

husna:

“ab jab itne ache log ek jagah baithe ho… toh mehfil mein ek kalam toh banta hai.”

Asad pehle toh modestly hichkichata hai. Sarafaraz aunty uske kandhe par haath rakhti hain,

aur husna gently insist karti hai:

husna:

“beta, amreen ke liye kuch ho jaaye… yeh toh hum sab ki farmaish hai.”

Asad ek halke smile ke saath dupatta sambhalti ammu ki taraf dekhta hai,

fir apna sherbet ka glass side karta hai aur thoda aage jhuk ke baithak wala pose le leta hai.

mehfil settle ho jaati hai. sab chup.

uski awaaz narmi se behti hai — ek deep, soulful aawaaz:

tum aaye toh dard bhi dilbar lage,

tanha sa har pal, magar lagne lage…

tujh se mila har lamha ek saaz tha,

har khamoshi mein tera andaz tha.

raat bhar teri yaadon ka silsila chala,

neend se zyada mujhe khwab mila.

kitaabon mein dhoonda tujhe har safhe par,

aur har she’r mein bas tera chehra mila.

dil ne kaha, “mat pooch tu uska haal”,

magar aankhon ne likh diya tera sawal.

lab khamosh rahe, dil fasaane likhta gaya,

dard chhupaya nahi, bas wo shayari ban gaya

main toot kar bhi khud ko jodta raha,

tera zikr kar ke sab kuch bhoolta raha…

tum aaye toh hawaon mein mahak si thi,

tum gaye toh zindagi be-rang si thi…

agar kabhi laut aaye toh kehna mat kuch,

bas ek muskaan de dena… main jee uthunga us lamhe mein.

sab pe ek pal ke liye jaise jaadu chha jaata hai.

uski awaaz dhalte dhalte room me sirf ek gehri khamoshi reh jaati hai — wo wali, jo respect wali hoti hai.

Sarafaraz aunty palkein thodi moist karti hain.

madhu aankhon me soft smile ke saath ammu ki taraf dekhti hai.

pratap aankhon se sir hila ke kehta hai:

“wah…”

shanu… jaise ek trance me. aankhon me ek shine. uska chehra pehli baar kisi outsider ke liye itna soft dikh raha hota hai.

zaheer corner se wapas aata hai — aur seedha shanu par uski nazar padti hai.

uska chehra dard aur shock ka combo hota hai.

lekin shanu… dekh bhi nahi rahi hoti. uski aankhon ka focus sirf asad par hota hai.

uski aankhen kehti hain: “maine yeh expect nahi kiya tha.”

arjun ek corner me glass haath me le kar wall ke saath tik gaya hota hai.

uski aankhen sabke chehre padhti hain… ek ek karke.

sab impressed hain. sab khush hain.

aur sabse zyada… ammu.

ammu ke chehre par ek ajeeb si sannata bhari muskaan.

wo bas baith ke kuch soch rahi hoti hai — kuch samajh nahi pa rahi, lekin andar kuch stir ho chuka hai.

shayari usse touch kar gayi hoti hai.

asad apni ghazal ke last sher pe thoda thehrta hai.

aakhri lafz ke baad ek second ki silence hoti hai —

phir sarfaraz aunty ke slow clap se mehfil thodi warm ho jaati hai.

sab log sir hila rahe hain, husna proud look de rahi hai.

yeh sab chal raha hota hai,

tabhi ek corner me thoda andhera wala spot — jahan ek purani almirah ke paas ek long bench lagi hoti hai —

wahaan dono bhai jaise log baithe hote hain: arjun aur taz.

arjun glass me sherbet hila raha hota hai, aur taz apni cap ko ulta pahne, ek papad tod raha hota hai.

dono ki aawaz itni dhimi hoti hai ki sirf ek dusre ko sunai de.

taz (aankhon se asad ki taraf dekh ke, papad chabate hue):

"wah re miyan... ab toh shayar bhi ban gaya hai rishton ke saath."

arjun (bina dekhe, glass me ice ghumate hue):

“hmm... lag raha tha jaise reharsal chal rahi ho... stage show se pehle.”

taz (sar hila ke):

"aur voice dekhi uski? jaise udit nahi chudit narayan ho sala ,mic andar fit kara ho gale mein... full bass."

arjun (half smile ke saath):

"bass nahi… bas thoda extra drama.

shayari kam, script zyada lag rahi thi."

taz (thoda lean karke arjun ke ear ke paas):

“main toh samjha tha koi mehmaan khatam hone ke baad plate uthayega,

yeh toh sher uthake sabka mood le gaya.”

arjun halki si hansi rokte hue:

arjun:

“tumne dekha Ammu ka chehra?

aankhein band ho jaati toh dua samajh leta main.”

taz (mocking tone):

“arey bhai, jab har lafz me ‘tum aaye’, ‘tum gaye’ ho toh kaun nahi pighlega...

lekin talent... naa bhai... thoda overcooked tha.”

arjun:

"aur khala ka expression?

aankhon me aise chamak jaise asad nahi, gulzar baith gaya ho samne."

dono halki si hansi rok lete hain —

fir ek second ke liye chup ho jaate hain.

phir taz softly:

“par ek baat bolun...

ammu ki aankhon me kuch change tha...

wo bas shayari nahi sun rahi thi... kuch mehsoos kar gayi thi.”

arjun thoda stiff ho jata hai. uska haath sherbet ka glass pakde hue thoda thandaa pad jata hai.

phir wo slowly kehta hai:

arjun:

"wo bas moment ka effect tha...

tum dekhna, asli wajah pe mask jaldi chhodega yeh shayar sahab."

taz (smirking):

“bas bhai... tujhe bass lag gaya...

par tu us moment me akela tha jo clap nahi kar raha tha.”

arjun sarcastic smile ke saath:

“haan... main clap karta, toh meri jaan se bhi tali baj jaati.”

taz haas deta hai, aur cap aankhon par kheenchta hai.

taz (side glance le kar whisper me):

“bhai... uska kurta dekh.

satin pe ironing aise ki gayi hai jaise audition dene aaya ho... ghazal ke saath modeling bhi.”

arjun (glass ghumate hue):

“mujhe laga bas shayari karega...

yeh toh aankhon se bhi act kar raha tha —

har lafz pe eyelids slow-mo me band ho rahe the jaise koi perfume ad shoot kar raha ho.”

taz (fake impress hoke):

“aur uski awaaz? uff...

bhai mic laga rakha tha kya gale ke neeche?

jaise koi ghazal nahi, FM ka raat 2 baje ka RJ ho —

'namaskar doston... aaj ki tanha raat me...' vibes.”

arjun (nakhli tareef wale tone me):

“acha haan, aur jab bola ‘tum aaye…’

toh mujhe laga ab uth ke background dancers bhi aa jayenge!”

taz (has kar):

“tum aaye toh hawaon me mahak si thi…

aur uski smell khud hi hawaon me chhod gaya be,

deo mar ke aaya tha shayad — itna ‘musk’ maarta koi?”

arjun (glance leke smirk ke saath):

“aur hairstyle?

bhai, usne itna gel lagaya hai ki agar current lag jaye toh spark nahi, disco ball ban jaaye.”

taz (ulta jaake cap uthake aankhon pe karte hue):

“wo toh theek hai…

lekin main hil gaya jab usne aankhon band karke bola —

‘lab khamosh rahe, dil fasaane likhta gaya…’

bhai! lab khamosh isliye the kyunki tu full acting me chala gaya tha!”

Arjun(lean hoke whisper)

Are to behenchod apne ghar jakar kare na acting, yaha kyu aa gaya yeh ghalib ka choda...

Taz ( sharbat ko straw se khinchte huye bina arjun ki taraf dekhe)

Behen to bhaiya yeh humari chodega ab,

Arjun (ek look deta hai)

Hey...

Taz(same straw-sharbat)

Tu janta nahi in sabki nazro mein hum Ammu ke bhai hai

Arjun ka dil baith jata hai yeh sunkar,uski aankhein confuse ho jati hai...

husna suddenly casual tone me — lekin sab sun lein itne volume me keh deti hai:

husna (asad ki taraf dekhte hue):

"asad beta, tum aur amreen thoda upar chhat pe baith jao…

thoda aaram se baat karo, ek dusre ko jaan lo.

sabke beech kaise baat hogi?"

asad smile deta hai. ammu awkward ho jaati hai.

uski nazar turant madhu ki taraf jaati hai, phir chhoti si awaaz me kehti hai:

ammu:

"Amma … main yahin theek hoon. sab ke saamne hi baat kar lenge..."

madhu (softly, lekin firm):

"ammu, sab kuch sab ke saamne nahi hota.

ja beta… samajhdaar hai tu."

ammu phir se “please” jaise aankhon se dekhti hai,

lekin madhu apna haath uske shoulder pe rakh ke uthane lagti hai.

[Greenwood]

Too detailed lag raha h ye kahi ho raha h aur hum use dekh kar khud mahsoos kar rhe h kya baat h writer sahab… bahut khoob

Kahani apni si lagi jaani pahchani si is update ke saath parai si lagi likhne ka kamaal h aapka… 

Arjun nikhat ka involve hona jaldi laga ya betuka laga filhaal.. bs ammu arjun aur arjun ammu ka hota…to kya hi hota ❤️



First mai feeling the pyar badhea phir kuch twist turn aayenge.. par rachna aapki h to rachnakar ko salaam…
Par jaisa ab tak padha h ammu ghar h arjun ka shayad ghum phir kar lautega..

( kuch chut raha h wali feeling padhne ke baad) ( till now story is Hero)
lets see

Kahani ki audience hi uski jaan hoti,
Jab tak audience hai tab tak kahani chalti rehti hai isliye bahut bahut shukriya is kahani ka hissa banne ke liye 
Apka suggestion besh kimti hai is writer ke liye 
Ummeed rakhta hu ki aap pura faith rakhenge is kahani me or 
Yakeen dilata hu ki kahani apko disappoint nahi karegi last mein

[Greenwood]

Upadte 24


Ammu or Asad ki upar jate dekh kar taz jo pehle se chill mode me tha,
ab sidha arjun ke kaan ke paas jhukta hai aur cheeky tone me kehta hai:
taz (teasing):
"dekh... teri maa hi teri dushman nikli bhai.
goli bhi chhati pe maar rahi hai aur keh rahi hai ‘beta relax kar’."

arjun ka expression ek dum tight ho jaata hai wo aankhon me shock + disbelief + thoda gussa mix expression leke madhu ko dekhta hai,
lekin kuch bolta nahi.

andar hi andar bas sochta hai:
arjun (internal monologue):
“yeh kya kar rahi ho mummy… tum toh samajho mujhe.

uska haath sherbet ka glass tightly pakadta hai.uski aankhon me wo silent plead dikhai deti hai lekin madhu ignore mode on.

madhu ammu ka dupatta theek karti hai, ek light push deti hai.asad polite smile ke saath pehle upar chadh jaata hai.ammu thoda rukti hai ek pal ke liye aankhon me uljhan.fir seedhi ho kar chhat ki taraf badh jaati hai.sab log casual banne ki acting karte hain neeche lekin sabke kaan udhar hi lage hote hain.camera ek baar arjun ke face pe close-up leta hai jahan aankhon ka colour thoda intense ho gaya hai.
chehre pe calm, lekin andar se storm ready.

husna, madhu, pratap, azhar… sab casually hansi-mazaak kar rahe hote hain.
corner me arjun aur taz sofa ke ek side bethe hote hain, dono ke haath me chai.
taz idhar-udhar dekhta hai ki koi sun toh nahi raha…
phir thoda lean hokar arjun ke kaan ke paas dheere se bolta hai:
taz (whispering, mischievous):
“sun... tujhe jaanna hai na upar kya chal raha hai?”
ek chhat hai — mere dost imtiyaz ki… zaheer ke ghar ke bilkul saamne wali.
aur voh khud kaafi open-minded hai.. matlab uski chhat bhi.

arjun kuch nahi bolta ek second ke liye bas taz ko dekhta hai,
fir aankhon me ‘okay tu pagal hai, lekin chal’ wali vibe la ke head nod karta hai.

cut to: pados wali chhat – 11:43 AM
dono chhat par aa jaate hain, ek choti si diwar jahan se azhar ke ghar ki chhat clearly dikh rahi hoti hai.
dono neeche baith jaate hain, chhat ki thand aur seelan wali hawa.
samanne ammu aur asad bench pe baith ke baat kar rahe hote hain.
asad ke words sune jaa sakte hain:

asad (soft tone):
main toh bas itna jaanna chahta hoon…
ki aapko rishton mein sabse zyada kya chahiye hota hai?

arjun & taz – wall ke peeche
taz (sarcastic tone):
haan, aur niche footnote bhi likhwa le — ‘terms & conditions apply’.

arjun (under his breath, dryly):
isko lagta hai yeh shaadi nahi, UPSC interview de raha hai.

asad (wahi se sunai deta hai):
aapko kaun si cheezein trigger karti hain?
main samajhna chahta hoon… so I don’t repeat them.

taz (ammu ki nakal karte huye)
Tere jaise lallu laal 

arjun (irritated):
yeh ammu ka rishta lene aaya hai ya uska trauma healer ban ke

asad fir poochhta hai (door se sunai deta hai)
kya aap kabhi kisi se emotionally attached rahi hain?

arjun ka face tighten ho jaata hai.
uski aankhen full focused ho jaati hain ammu pe.
dil me kuch chubhta hai, lekin tone still sarcastic:
arjun:
puchh lo bhai,
aage bol aapne kabhi kisi se aankh milayi thi jo terrace se chala gaya tha?

taz (mock drama mode):
aur jab usne back dikhayi thi, to kya thoda dil bhi gir gaya tha?

(pause)
fir dono ek dusre ko dekh ke thoda hanste hain lekin arjun ki hansi me thoda dard mix hota hai,aur taz uska face dekh ke ek second ke liye serious ho jaata hai.

asad:
kabhi kisi ne aapka dil toda ho…
toh kya uske baad aap dobara kisi par bharosa kar paayi hain?

cut to: taz & arjun – deewar ke peeche
taz (dramatic sigh ke saath):
arre bhai... pehle toh dil ki MRI kara le…yeh banda love story nahi, heartbreak ka case study bana raha hai

arjun (bitter smile):
main hota na… toh bolta —‘nahi bhaiya, ab toh main sirf delivery boy pe bharosa karti hoon…

asad ka next question (slightly deeper):
agar kisi ne aapko us waqt chhod diya jab aapko uski sabse zyada zarurat thi…toh aap kya karengi agar wo wapas aana chahe?"

taz (mooh bana kar):

"simple hai… cha muda 

Or taz or arjun hanste hain .... 

asad:
"agar aap kisi ko ek letter likh sakti…
toh kis topic par hota? aur kya kehti us letter me?"

taz (control me nahi):
"topic: ‘tere jaise ka kya karein?’
aur andar likha hota — ‘return to sender’.
arjun bas mooh chhupake halke se hansa, lekin aankhon me phir bhi thoda pain.
uski aankhen ammu ke expressions pe fix hoti hain

ammu kuch der sochti hai… then softly bolti hai:
ammu (far se sunai deta hai):
"shayad… main likhti
‘mujhe maaf karna… par main ab waisi nahi rahi.’"

ek second ke liye dono chup ho jaate hain.
fir taz thoda halki tone me kehta hai:

taz (zara softly):
"aur bhai… tujhe kya lagta hai… yeh line tere liye thi?"

taz fir ek final line bolta hai – cheeky but poison-coated:
taz:
"bhai, iski baatein sun ke lag raha hai…
yeh ladka ghazal nahi, mausam hai…
aata bhi dheere se hai… aur tabahi bhi calmly machata hai."

arjun (confidently):
"aur main… baarish hoon taz.
jiska sabko intezaar hota hai,
par jab aata hoon toh sab bheeg jaate hain…
aur phir chhat dhundhte hain."

asad ammu ki taraf thoda hopeful nazar se dekhta hai.
ammu chhup hoti hai, uski aankhen aasman se thoda neeche…
wo bas khud me ghuli hoti hai — conversation ne usse andar tak chhed diya hota hai.
tabhi… chhat ke darwaze se ek familiar voice sunayi deti hai:

shanu (friendly tone, halki hansi ke saath):
“madam… ho gayi aapki deep baatein? ya abhi aur layers kholni baaki hain?”
ammu palat ke dekhti hai — shanu waha khadi hai, aankhon me thoda curiosity, thoda teasing.
asad turant seedha ho jaata hai, halki smile ke saath bas sir hila deta hai.

shanu (asad ki taraf dekhte hue):
“accha laga aapse milke… aapki poetry ke baad abhi tak sab bechain the,
ab lagta hai… aapki baaton ne unhe shaant kar diya hoga.”

asad bas ek calm nod deta hai — polite, controlled.
shanu uske expression ko read karne ki koshish karti hai, lekin kuch keh nahi paati.

fir wo ammu ke shoulder ko halka sa chhoo ke kehti hai:
shanu:
“chalo… neeche sab wait kar rahe hain.”
ammu ek baar asad ki taraf dekhti hai — na smile, na disappointment —
bas ek silent acknowledgement.
fir wo shanu ke sath chhat ke stairs ki taraf badhti hai.

Asad ke niche ki taraf walk karte huye Taz ek aakhiri banter jor se uchhal kar marta hai,
Taz:
Abe dallleee, jhootallleeee yaha se nikalllleeee

Or fir arjun or Taz dono daud kar imtiyaz ki chhat se utar kar wapas azhar ke ghar aa Jate hai

ammu aur shanu neeche aate hain… sabki nazar unpe thodi der ko jaati hai,
fir casual hansi-mazaak chalu ho jaata hai.
camera ammu ke chehre pe zoom karta hai —
expression soft hai, par andar ka storm ab bhi chal raha hota hai.
tabhi — dusre darwaze se quietly arjun aur taz bhi entry lete hain.
taz apni scarf ko tight karta hai, arjun baal thoda sa sudharta hai jaise kuch hua hi nahi.
dono bina kisi se aankh milaye seedha ek corner me jaake baith jaate hain.

sab log thoda-thoda casual ho chuke hain,baaton ka volume normal hai, lekin andar hi andar sab yeh samajhne ki koshish kar rahe hain —
ammu ka expression kya keh raha hai?
ammu ek side quietly baithi hoti hai — aankhon me ek soch.
uske paas shanu aake silently baith jaati hai.
ek second dono ke beech silence…

fir shanu, halka sa jhuk ke, dheere se puchti hai:
shanu (low whisper, aankhon me direct curiosity):
“upar kya baat hui thi ammu...?
sab normal tha na? ya… kuch zyada?”

ammu bas ek halki smile deti hai — lekin wo smile me bhi ek thakan chhupi hoti hai.

ammu (low voice):
“pucha usne ki bhool paayi ho kya…
aur maine… kuch nahi kaha.”

shanu halki si breath in karti hai, kuch seconds tak chup rahti hai.
fir apna haath ammu ke haath pe rakh ke softly bolti hai:
shanu:
“tum bolti nahi ho…
isliye sab samajh lete hain.”
ammu uski taraf dekhti hai — ek pal ke liye aankhon me pani tha,
lekin turant usne nazar chura li.

cut to: kitchen doorway – madhu ka clear voice
madhu (thoda loud, sabki taraf dekhte hue):
“bas ab sab log baith jao… khana laga diya hai.
baatein toh ab zindagi bhar chalti rahengi,
lekin biryani garam hai — pehle yeh sambhaal lo!”

husna bhi smile kar ke kehti hai:

“haan haan, pehle khana… baaki mohabbat baad me!”

dining area me sab plates le kar lag jaate hain —
aur kahin ek corner me arjun abhi bhi blank expression me glass me paani ghoomata hai.
uski aankhen ek pal ko ammu tak jati hain,
fir wo thoda aur peechhe khisak jaata hai.

dining area do hisso me divide hai.
ek taraf gents — pratap, azhar, asad, taz, kuch aur elders.
doosri taraf ladies — husna, madhu, naushin, sarfaraz, aur beech me baithi ammu.
shanu aur asma plate leke idhar udhar ghoom rahi hoti hain,
gentlemen ko rotiyan, salad, biryani serve karte hue.

naushin, ammu ke baju me baithi hoti hai.
uski nazar ammu ke haathon par padti hai — simple mehndi,
aur ek hath me pehni hui chhoti si red bangle.
naushin (sweet tone me):
“arre wah Amreen
yeh bangles toh badi pyaari lag rahi hain…
kya kisi khaas ne di?”

ammu thoda confuse si smile deti hai,
husna seedha seedha bolti hai (thoda taunting me):
“ab khaas nahi toh kaun dega…
rishta lekar aaye hain toh kuch toh khaas hoga hi.”

madhu quickly tone change karti hai, smile me:
“haye haan haan, waise bhi ammu pe toh har rang suit karta hai…
par yeh laal... kuch zyada hi.”

sarfaraz (cute si muskaan ke saath, husna ke baju me baithi):
“ammu ka smile hi sabse pretty accessory hai.”
ammu awkward si smile kar deti hai,
uski nazar neeche chali jaati hai,
aur ek pal ko uska chehra blank ho jaata hai


cut to: gents corner
azhar thoda biryani ka mors chewb karte hue zaheer ki taraf dekhta hai.
phir casual tone me bolta hai:
azhar:
“arre… sab log toh lag gaye hain plate pe…
ja zara arjun ko bula la… kya jaane kidhar chhupa baitha hai.”
zaheer ke haathon ka motion rukta hai.
ek second ke liye wo apne baap ki taraf dekhta hai,
aankhon me halki jhalak — kyun mujhe?
lekin kuch kehta nahi.
bas haan mein sir hilata hai, lekin uske expressions sikud jaate hain.

cut to: arjun – ek kone me khamoshi se glass me paani ghoomata hua
zaheer waha aata hai.
koi “please” ya “bhai” wala tone nahi.
bilkul straight, cold, almost dismissive.
zaheer:
“khana lag gaya hai. aa ja.”

arjun uski taraf dekhta hai directly.
ek second tak dono aankhon me aankhon daalte hain.
ek sooraj ek chattan ko ghoor raha hota hai.
na shabd badalte hain, na bhaav.
sirf ek awkward, silent clash.
fir arjun bina kuch kahe uthta hai.
aur seedha dining side chalta hai, taz ke paas baith jaata hai.

taz thali me raita daal raha hota hai — arjun ke baithte hi line maar deta hai:
taz (andar se enjoy karta hua):
“lo bhai… toh sher bhi shikaar pe aa gaya.
kya raita faila hai... kya pulao paka hai...
aur kya zaheer ki aankhon me mirchi daali hai!”

camera do alag zones me jata hai —
ammu ladies ke beech me muskara rahi hai, lekin aankhen bhari hain.
arjun gents ke side baitha hai, lekin plate me biryani ki jagah soch chaba raha hai.

camera focus karta hai asad par —
ek haath se dupatta jaisa napkin apne gale me baandh chuka hai,
doosre haath me spoon leke aise baitha hai jaise shaadi ke buffet me nahi,
'mughal-e-azam' ki daawat me hissa le raha ho.
asad apne saamne ki plate me ekdum saaf symmetry me chizein set karta hai —
biryani, raita, salad, pickle — sab ko ek aesthetic pattern me sajata hai,

cut to: corner – arjun & taz, dono kneel posture me thoda chipke hue
taz (whispering, aankhon me chamak):
“bhai... Pahle baar dekh raha hu ki tinda khud sabji kha raha hai

arjun (holding laughter):
“arre… yeh plate hai ya mandala art ban raha hai?
mirchi ka ek kona bhi hil gaya toh shakun bigad jayega!”

asad ek dum slow motion me raita ka ek chammach uthaata hai,
aur usse dekhta hai jaise usme uska reflection dikh gaya ho —
phir us chammach ko biryani ke upar rakhta hai,
jaise chef’s kiss moment ho.

taz:
“dekha? raita nahi daala… biryani ko raita ka dupatta odha diya!
banda shaadi nahi kar raha…
biryani ki bidaai kar raha hai!”

ek second ke liye asad ke gale me kuch atak jata hai —
wo paani ke liye hilta hai, lekin ekdum style me,
aur turant glass utha ke aise chhota sa toast karta hai sabzi ke saamne…
phir sip.

arjun:
“bhai iska gala atka nahi…
yeh drama ka next act tha!”
Actor saala 

asad ab ek gulab jamun ko spoon se tod raha hota hai,
aise jaise koi priceless sculpture toot raha ho…
aur taz & arjun — corner me haath se mooh dabaaye hassi chhupa rahe hote hain.


azhar ka ghar – drawing room – 6:15 PM – evening light filtering in
ladke wale ab uthne hi waale hote hain.
asad ke papa saeed sayed apne shirt ko theek karte hue bolte hain:
Saeed:
“toh hum chalte hain...
aap sab ache log hain, mahmaan-nawazi ka shukriya.
aap sab ache se baith kar faisla kar lijiye…
hum intezaar karenge phone ka.”
husna, naushin, sarfaraz sab log uth kar unka saath dete hain.
sab log ab entry wale gate ki taraf badhne lagte hain.
madhu plates le rahi hoti hai, shanu aankhon se ammu ko dekh rahi hoti hai.

aur ammu… ek jagah frozen si, bas khadi hoti hai.
phir ammu halki si thap thap ke saath aage badhti hai aur sabke saamne khud ko hold kar ke bolti hai, lekin awaaz theek-thaak bold hoti hai:
ammu (firm tone, saaf aankhon se):
“main...
main chahti hoon ki meri zindagi ka faisla sirf ek mil baithak se na ho.”
sab log ruk jaate hain.

aisa lagta hai jaise kisi ne remote se pause button daba diya ho.
arjun ka chehra pehli baar ek dum se blank ho jaata hai.
taz ki spoon hawa me hi atki hoti hai.
azhar seedha ammu ko dekhta hai.

ammu (phir soft, lekin clear):
“main baba se yeh kehna chahti hoon…
ki main chahti hoon hum thoda aur samay lein.
thoda aur samajh lein ek doosre ko.
abhi... main tayyar nahi hoon.”
uski aankhon me koi ghabrahat nahi
lekin uski nazar sidha azhar pe.
aur... arjun ki aankhon me dard  lekin wo bas dekhta reh jaata hai, kuch kehta nahi.

phir husna aage badhti hai — aur ek second me scene ka mood thoda sambhaal leti hai:
husna (cheerfully):
“haaye, sahi to keh rahi hai meri bachi.
main toh waise bhi kehne wali thi — abhi waqt hai, samajhne ka haq hai dono ko.
waise bhi asad beta do din baad jaipur phir aayega…

phir husna aankhon me chamak laake bolti hai:
“friday ko yeh aayega or saturday-sunday ka toh poora waqt hoga na,ammu aur asad ek do chhoti meeting kar lenge... samajh jaayenge ek doosre ko aur.”

asad ke abba agree karte hain.
lekin azhar turant apni kursi se hilte hain aur bolte hain —
azhar:
“nahi nahi... hotel me kyun?
yeh ladka apna hi hai.
humare yahin rukega zaheer ke kamre me.
bacha hai ghar ka, yahi rahe.”

zaheer ek second ke liye asad ko dekhta hai, phir aankhen phir leta hai.
uski aankhon me clearly sab kuch likha hota hai — ‘mazaak ho raha hai kya?’
shanu chhupke se ammu ke paas aake khadi ho jaati hai,
aur arjun… woh slowly pichhe chala jaata hai,
dining table ke corner tak.
uska chehra… almost poker face.
lekin aankhon me wo ek halki si dard ki lehar chhupaye baitha hai.

cut to: taz (slowly arjun ke paas aake whisper karta hai):
“bhai… ab to banda room tak bhi shift ho gaya.
apni mohabbat check-in kar gayi…
aur hum waiter bane khaali plate leke ghoom rahe hain.”
arjun bas ek faint smirk deta hai — lekin aankhon me us waqt ek baar bhi ammu ka chehra nahi chhuta.

[b]azhar ka ghar – shaam 6:45 PM ke baad
[/b]
mehmaan ja chuke hain.
gate band ho chuka hai.
drawing room ka halke rangon ka sajawat ab thoda thaka thaka lag raha hai.
azhar, zaheer, asma sab apne rooms me jaa chuke hain.
madhu aur pratap ne pehle hi azhar se ijazat le li thi aur ghar nikal chuke hain.
shanu bhi ammu se keh chuki hai ki “main bas change karke aayi”.


dining space – light dim, mahaul halka-sa silent
ab sirf do log bache hain...
ammu ek plate uthakar sink ki taraf le ja rahi hoti hai.
arjun ek kone me khada, thoda sa restlessness ke saath,
jaise kuch kehne ka chance dhoond raha ho.
lekin kuch bhi kehne ki himmat nahi ho rahi.

ammu arjun ki taraf dekhe bina apne room ke direction me chal padti hai.
uske steps halki hote hain lekin uski spine seedhi 
koi bhi attention ya tasalli lene ka iraada nahi hota usme.
uske chehre par ek neutral layer hai… na naraz, na soft.

arjun uski taraf dekhta hai… kuch seconds tak.
lekin ammu, bina ek baar bhi nazar uthaaye,
apne kamre me chali jaati hai.
kamra bandh hota hai – arjun blink bhi nahi karta.
wo ab bhi wahi khada hota hai.

arjun ghar laut raha hota hai – gali se nikalte hue
uske kadam dheere hain.
har pair uthta hai jaise usme wazan ho.uski aankhon me wo sawaal hai jo usne kisi se poocha nahi…
aur jawab hai jo usse kisi ne diya nahi



pratap ka ghar – entry

arjun darwaza kholta hai, andar aata hai…
ghar khamosh hota hai.
na madhu, na pratap.
sab apne rooms me hain.
wo sirf entry area me khada hota hai.
ek pal ke liye andar ke direction me dekhta hai…
phir bina kuch bole, sidha apne kamre me chala jaata hai.


pratap ka ghar – arjun ka room – raat ke 9:20 baje

ghar ke har kone me khamoshi hai.
madhu apne room me light off kar chuki hoti hai. pratap ka bhi door band.

arjun ka kamra… thoda andhera, bas ek corner lamp on hai —
warm yellow light me arjun ka chehra adha roshan, adha chhaya me dooba hua.

arjun apni kursi pe baitha hota hai, pair ek taraf se latka ke…
uske haath me ek purani matchbox, jise wo ghumata jaa raha hota hai.
uska phone bed pe pada hota hai, screen lock par ammu ka naam abhi bhi last message me blink kar raha hota hai

voiceover style – arjun ke andar ke sawaal – dhimi awaaz me

arjun (andar hi andar):

"main hi to tha... jo har waqt uske saath tha.
uske hasne ke wajah, uske chhup rehne ka sabab bhi main hi to tha."

(wo matchbox band karta hai. apne kandhe se jhukta hai)

phir jab wo thodi si badli, thodi si samajhdar hui...
to main usse door kyu ho gaya?"

(thoda pause. uski aankhon me guilt clearly dikh raha hota hai)

kyu mujhe laga ki usne kuch badal diya hai?
ya shayad... main hi woh sab dekh nahi paaya jo uske andar chal raha tha."

"main sirf khud pe busy tha… uski khamoshi pe nahi."

arjun kursi se uthta hai —
kamar theek karta hai, jaise koi weight ho jo ab seene pe chadh gaya ho.
phir woh chhatt ki taraf chala jaata hai…



cut to: pratap ke ghar ki chhatt – raat 9:30 PM

Arjun ek gray gym waist or black joggers me hota hai,uske gale me abhi bhi ek religious locket latak raha hota hai jo dikhai de raha hai,uske baal aaj thode rukhe lag rahe hai shayd usne aaj comb nahi kiya ya fir use mouka hi na mila ho.
raat thodi thandi hai. aasman me taaron ka jhukav.
neeche se mohalle ke kuch dim lights dikh rahi hoti hain.
ek kachchi si hawa chalti hai.
arjun chhatt ke konne tak jaata hai, haath railing pe rakhta hai.
door ammu ke ghar ki chhat dikhti hai — andhera, lekin usi andhere me wo uski tasveer dhoond raha hota hai.

arjun (andar se, slow thought):

"aaj agar main usse us waqt ek baar roka hota...
to kya wo pal aisa hi guzarta?"

"kyu main sirf tamasha dekhta raha jab wo kisi aur ke saath baith kar apne faisle kar rahi thi?"

"uski aankhon me jitna sa bharosa tha...
kya wo main tha? ya ab nahi hoon?"


[b]uska gala thoda bhari ho jaata hai. aankhon me ek halka sa moisture.
wo kuch der khamoshi me waha khada rehta hai — bina kisi reaction ke.
sirf… regret. pura, gehra regret.[/b]

phir dheere se uske phone ki screen light jalti hai.
ek naya message nahi — sirf wo last message, jo ammu ne bheja tha:
"arjun, mujhe tumse kuch zaruri baat karni hai. jaldi ghar aa jao."

arjun us message ko dekhta rehta hai…
aur finally uska angutha lock button dabata hai. screen black.

last line (andar hi andar):

"shayad main us waqt wapas laut sakta tha…
lekin ab waqt mujhe wapas laut kar dega ya nahi… pata nahi.


azhar ka ghar – night, 9:50 PM

andar ki lights ab soft ho chuki hain.
sab dinner ke baad apne-apne rooms me relax mode me ja chuke hain.
azhar so raha hota hai, madhu aur pratap apne ghar wapas ja chuke hain.

zaheer drawing room ke ek konne me sofa par baitha hota hai —
ek book khuli hoti hai uske haath me, lekin aankhen us par tikki nahi hoti.
uska dimaag abhi bhi pure din ke mahool me uljha hua hota hai.
tabhi peechhe se ammu aati hai —
uske haath me ek thali hoti hai jisme doodh aur thoda sa leftover mithai hoti hai.
lekin expression pe ek controlled smile… us waali jo sirf apne close insaan ke liye lagayi jaati hai.

ammu (softly, casual tone me):
"abhi tak padhaayi ho rahi hai ya book se aankh-micholi?"

zaheer book band karta hai, ek thakaa-thakaa smile deta hai:
"padhaayi kaha… bas dimaag ka load kam karne ki acting chal rahi hai."

ammu uske paas sofa ke arm pe baith jaati hai, uski taraf doodh ki thali badha ke:
"le bhai, acting se pehle real energy le le."

zaheer thoda protest karta hai:
"abey tu bhi na, raat ke iss time doodh pila rahi hai... jaise exam dene jaa raha hoon."

ammu (laugh ke saath):
"exam hi to tha... pura din!"

thoda pause. dono ke beech halka silence aata hai, lekin wo uncomfortable nahi hota.
usme ek mutual understanding hoti hai.

zaheer uski taraf dekhta hai, thoda hesitant:
"tu theek hai na?"

ammu ek pal ke liye uski aankhon me dekhti hai —
phir wo smile karti hai, lekin us smile me wo khud ka dil chhupa leti hai

ammu (halke andaaz me):
"main to full set hoon...
ab soch rahi hoon ki do din me Asad ke saath Jaipur me Hawa Mahal ghoom aaun."

(aankh maar ke)
"aur waise bhi... unki shayari to sun ke lagta hai, hawa bhi unki baaton pe udti hogi."

zaheer hansi chhupa nahi paata:
"abe chhoti... tujhe lagta hai main teri nautanki samajhta nahi?"

ammu shoulders ucha deti hai, jese kehna ho — 'mujhe kya!'

phir ek pal ke liye dono chup ho jaate hain.
zaheer ammu ke haath se thali leke ek sip doodh ka leta hai.
uski aankhon me abhi bhi doubt hai, lekin wo uske mood ko respect karta hai.

zaheer (softly):
"acha kiya tune…
sab ke samne thoda waqt maang ke.
jo bhi faisla le, sirf apne liye lena.
baba ke liye nahi, mere liye nahi… kisi ke liye nahi.
sirf khud ke liye."

ammu (halke se, aankhen uske chehre pe):
"tere jaise bhai ke hote kisi ladki ko superwoman banne ki zarurat hi nahi."

zaheer uske head pe thoda gentle sa tap deta hai, pyaar se.


pratap ka ghar – chhat – raat 11:45 PM

arjun railing ke paas khada hota hai
ek haath se railing pakde hue, dusre haath me phone jise wo lagataar unlock karke blank screen dekh raha hota hai.
aankhon ke neeche thoda thakaan, aur chehre pe wo unsaid guilt.peeche se halki si chappal ki awaaz aati hai.shanu aati hai, ek shawl apne kandhe pe liye hue.chup-chaap arjun ke paas aa kar usi railing pe thoda door khadi ho jaati hai.

shanu (soft tone me, hawa me bolti jaise):
"tumhare andar ka volcano kab phatega arjun?"

arjun (bina uski taraf dekhe):
"pata nahi.
shayad us din jab yeh sab kuch wapas kar paun… jo maine khoya nahi, bas sambhala nahi."

[b][b]thoda pause ke baad vo uske paas aati hai.
[/b][/b]
shanu (gently):
"mujhe pata hai tu confuse hai.
gussa bhi hai, aur thoda toot bhi gaya hai.
par mujhe pura bharosa hai tujh pe."

arjun ke aankhon me ek halki si chamak aati hai, jaise koi halka sa bhar nikal gaya ho.
wo ab shanu ki taraf dekhta hai, first time properly.

arjun (narmi se):
"aur ammu pe?"

shanu (smile ke saath):
"amm... aur ammu pe toh bina shabd ke bharosa hai.
wo kuch bhi decide kare, kisi wajah se kare,
main jaanti hoon ki uska dil jahan hai… tu wahan se door nahi."

arjun bas use dekhta hai, aankhen bhar aayi hoti hain lekin wo ro nahi raha.
bas wo weight, jo dil pe tha, halka ho gaya hai.

fir wo dheere se shanu ke paas jaata hai —
ek protective side hug deta hai.
apni behen ko apne paas khinch leta hai.

arjun (dheere se, almost whisper):
"tu na hoti to main kab ka gir gaya hota."

shanu (mild laugh):
"to tu gir jaata, main utha leti.
lekin ab zyada emo mat ho, kal kaam bhi hi

arjun uske head par ek soft, brotherly kiss karta hai.
shanu bhi uske kandhe se lag ke kuch second waisi hi rehti hai.

dono chup — lekin complete.



sky shot – chhat ke upar taaron bhara aasman.
[b]neeche do siblings, ek dusre ke sahare…[/b]

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Update 25

next day – college campus – 10:45 am

bright sunny day.

college ki lawns pe chhatar-patar chal rahi hoti hai.canteen ke aage line lagi hai.

corridors mein student groups, assignments aur chai ke cup ke saath busy.

magar ek kone mein… arjun apna personal mission le kar ammu ke peeche peeche ghoom raha hota hai.

location 1: canteen ke bahar

ammu apne ek friend ke saath juice le rahi hoti hai.

tabhi peechhe se ek awaz —

arjun (fake cough maar ke):

“someone call a doctor… lagta hai kisi ne meri heartbeat chura li hai… aur uska dupatta abhi bhi haath me hai.”

ammu side glance bhi nahi deti.

juice le kar chal padti hai.

arjun peeche peeche.

arjun (apni acting me):

“tumhare is attitude se mujhe dhokha nahi mila,

tumne direct hospitalisation de diya mujhe.”

ammu apne friend se baat me busy ho jaati hai.

arjun apne baal messy karta hai, apne jhatke se.

location 2: library ke bahar corridor

ammu apni kitab le kar library se bahar nikalti hai.

tabhi saamne arjun ek bench pe dramatic pose me baitha hota hai —

haath me ek chitthi, jise wo fake tears ke saath pad raha hota hai.

arjun (dramatic tone):

“meri priya ammu… tumne mere dil ke 32 pieces kar diye…

…ab main kisi aur ko nahi de sakta, mera heart ab paperback edition ban chuka hai!”

ammu uske paas se jaati hai bina kuch bole.

arjun uske peeche peeche chhoti chhoti steps me chalta hai jaise catwalk.

arjun (whisper):

“maine tujhe us din ignore kiya... par ab tu mujhe puri tarah delete kar rahi hai kya? atleast recycle bin me daal de…”

ammu aankh tak nahi uthati.

arjun uske steps ke saath synchronize karke chalta hai.

location 3: notice board ke paas

ammu notice board dekh rahi hoti hai.

arjun ekdum close aa jaata hai, kaan ke paas bolta hai —

arjun (soft tone):

“sorry... genuinely. tu chahe to thappad maar le… par aankhon se na maar. ye zyada lagta hai.”

ammu finally uski taraf dekhti hai — ek tight glare ke saath —

aur bina kuch bole notice padh kar wapas palat jaati hai.

arjun uske jaate hi murmur karta hai:

“ufff yeh nazar...

ek taraf Asad ke sher, ek taraf madam ke laser.”

location 4: back garden – lunch break

ammu ek bench par baithi hoti hai, diary me kuch likh rahi hoti hai.

arjun piche se chhup kar aata hai, ek  pen stand le kar.usse ammu ke saamne rakh deta hai.

ammu dekhti bhi nahi.

Pen stand table se uthati hai or fenk deti hai, arjun ki aankh se touch ho kar wo nikalta hai

arjun ki aankh me dard

arjun last try me bench ke saamne zameen pe baith jaata hai —

pura sad puppy look le kar.

arjun (hands folded, ek dum filmy):

“dekh, apology ke 5 stage hote hain...

main 4 me hoon — negotiation.

tu maafi de de, warna main depression me chala jaunga,

fir Asad ko follow karke main bhi couplet likhne lagunga.”

ammu bas uthti hai, bag uthati hai, aur jaane lagti hai.

arjun peeche se cheekhta hai —

arjun:

“bas ek line! mujhe ‘bhaad mein ja’ bhi bol degi to lagega kuch bola to sahi!”

arjun ussi ko dekh ke bolta hai —

arjun (whisper):

lagta hai gussa tez hai kasaian ka, hoga bhi kyu na, meri Ammu hai.

college corridor – around 1:15 pm

lunch break ka time hota hai.

corridor me rush kam ho gaya hai, lekin abhi bhi groups idhar-udhar chill kar rahe hain.ammu ek side se apne notes ke saath quietly walk kar rahi hoti hai.tabhi arjun samne aa jata hai, aur dono ke beech ek aur awkward sa face-off hota hai.

arjun (narmi se, ek halki smile ke saath):

"ammu… ek minute? bas ek."

ammu rukti nahi, bas side se nikal jaati hai.

arjun uske saath walk karte hue chal padta hai.

arjun (thoda lightly):

"dekho, maafi ke 43 versions de chuka hoon.

romantic, tragic, funny... ab kyacollege corridor – around 1:15 pm

lunch break ka time hota hai.

corridor me rush kam ho gaya hai, lekin abhi bhi groups idhar-udhar chill kar rahe hain.ammu ek side se apne notes ke saath quietly walk kar rahi hoti hai.

tabhi arjun samne aa jata hai, aur dono ke beech ek aur awkward sa face-off hota hai.

arjun (narmi se, ek halki smile ke saath):

"ammu… ek minute? bas ek."

ammu rukti nahi, bas side se nikal jaati hai.

arjun uske saath walk karte hue chal padta hai.

arjun (thoda lightly):

"dekho, maafi ke 43 versions de chuka hoon.

romantic, tragic, funny... ab kya left hai?

bolo to shayari bhi try kar lun?"

left hai?..

ammu (stop karke, finally ghur ke):

"tum mazak samajh rahe ho arjun?"

arjun (thoda surprise me, serious):

"nahi, ammu… main serious hi toh hoon… isiliye—"

ammu (cut karte hue, ek dam emotional burst ke saath):

"tum serious kab the arjun?

jab mere baba hospital me admit the?

jab hum sab pareshan the, jab ghar ka mahaul bikhar gaya tha…

tum kahaan the? mujhe dhoondhne ke bajaye… kaha they tum... Na phone laga, na kuch or... 20 miscall bahut hote hai arjun

arjun ka chehra freeze ho jata hai.

ammu ki aankhon me aansuon ki nami hoti hai, lekin wo roti nahi.

sirf apna dard nikal kar aankhen chhupa leti hai.

aur tabhi... peechhe se ek confident, thoda bubbly aawaz:

nikhat (distance se, energy ke saath):

"hey arjun!"

ammu palat ke dekhti hai, phir arjun ko…

uski aankhon me thoda disappointment, thoda disgust.

ammu (dry laugh ke saath, bitter tone):

"jao yaar arjun… just leave my way."

wo uske bag se thoda dhakka deti hai aur nikal jaati hai corridor se.

[b]arjun bas wahi khada reh jata hai.[/b]

[b]uska chehra bilkul blank ho jaata hai.[/b]

voice-over ki tarah bas ek thought

flash karta hai — ‘main itna late kyun ho gaya?’

nikhat paas aati hai, thoda confuse expression ke saath:

"what happened?

aur kal tu college kyun nahi aaya?

i’ve been waiting for you... samajh nahi aaya tujhe kya ho gaya hai."

arjun (forced smile ke saath, aankhen ammu ke jaane wale raste pe):

"woh… ghar me thoda emergency tha.

phone bhi dead ho gaya tha, kuch samajh nahi aaya."

nikhat uska haath khinchti hai:

"chalo, canteen chalte hain.

Mujh par abhi udhar baki hai tumhara

arjun resist karta hai, uski aankh ab bhi uss raaste pe jahan ammu gayi thi.

ek moment ke liye uska pair rukta hai… lekin nikhat ka haath uska direction turn karwa deta hai.

wo uske saath canteen ki taraf chala jaata hai — lekin dil peeche reh jaata hai.

college campus – library ke peeche wala peaceful corner – shaam ke 4 baje

halki halki dhoop, zameen par pedon ki chhaya, kuch students bench pe books leke baithe hain.

ek side bench par zaheer akela baitha hota hai, ek file le kar.

tabhi wahan se shanu guzarti hai, hath me ek bottle aur file hoti hai.

shanu usse dekh kar rukh jaati hai, thoda hesitant hoti hai pehle.

phir normal sa smile ke saath uske paas aakar bench ke kone pe baith jaati hai.

shanu (casually, jaise kisi aur topic se start kar rahi ho):

“kaise ho? uncle ka kya haal hai ab?”

zaheer (thoda surprise hota hai uska tone dekh ke, lekin soft voice me):

“kaafi better hai ab…

medicine work kar rahi hai.

lekin thoda emotionally weak ho gaye hain… overthink karne lage hain.”

shanu (nod karte hue):

“haan… tabhi toh itni jaldi sab fix karna chah rahe hain.”

zaheer uski taraf dekhta hai, fir aankhen phir se saamne.

thoda silence hota hai.

fir shanu phir se bolti hai — is baar halka sa pause le kar.

shanu (carefully):

Wese Ammu or Asad ki jodi hai to achi hai na

Zaheer bas ek glance deta hai

shanu (playfully):

“tumhe pasand aaya kya Asad ka style?

kaafi impress kar gaya sabko…”

zaheer uski taraf side glance deta hai.

phir sarcastic smile ke saath bolta hai —

zaheer (dry tone):

“shayari acchi thi... bas thoda zyada tha.

par haan… crowd impress ho gaya.

tum bhi?”

shanu (laugh softly):

“main? main toh bas observe kar rahi thi...

tumhare reactions zyada interesting the.”

zaheer uska chehra dekhta hai — wo serious nahi, bas casual teasing kar rahi hoti hai.

fir zaheer thoda lean hokar halki awaaz me kehta hai:

zaheer:

“tum sach me chah rahi ho ki Ammu Asad ko haan kare?”

shanu (thoda pause leti hai, fir softly):

“main sirf yeh jaanna chahti hoon…

tum kya chahte ho?”

ek dum se hawa me thoda thandak aa jaati hai jaise scene me bhi ek emotional chill ghus gaya ho.

zaheer kuch seconds chup rehta hai.

fir utne hi calm voice me kehta hai —

zaheer (slowly):

“main sirf yeh chahta hoon ki mere ghar me sab khush ho.

aur agar is rishte me abba ka sukoon hai… to main kuch nahi keh sakta.”

shanu uske face ko dekhti hai —

zaheer ki aankhen uske words se zyada bol rahi hoti hain.

ek layered silence hota hai.

shanu thoda lean hoke softly bolti hai —

shanu:

“aur tumhara sukoon?

wo kis equation me fit hota hai?”

zaheer ek chhoti si halki hansi deta hai, lekin wo hansi thodi heavy hoti hai.

[b]wo kuch nahi bolta.[/b]

[b]bas bottle ka cap khol kar paani peeta hai.[/b]

shanu uska silence notice karti hai…

shanu (thoda smile ke saath, softly):

“tum chhup reh jaate ho zaheer… lekin tumhare silence ka bhi meaning hota hai.

main sun leti hoon.”

zaheer uski taraf ek warm glance deta hai pehli baar aaj soft.kuch nahi bolta, sirf aankhon se shukriya jataata hai.

raat ka waqt – azhar ka kamra – ek purani table lamp ka naram sa peela ujala

barish band ho chuki hai. bahar ek thandi hawa chal rahi hai.

kamre mein ek purani kursi par azhar baitha hota hai aur bistar ke ek kone par ammu. dono ke beech mein ek purani chai ki pyali rakhi hoti hai — aadhi khali, thandi pad chuki hai.

azhar (thoda muskurate hue, purane lamhon mein kho kar):

“yaad hai tujhe… jab tu chhoti thi na, to ghar ke bahar mitti se kheli thi… aur main gussa ho gaya tha ki tere naye frock gande kar diye...”

ammu halki hansi mein sir jhuka leti hai, aankhon mein chamak hoti hai.

azhar (soft, jaise khud se baat kar raha ho):

“fir raat ko tujhe bukhaar chadh gaya tha...

main poori raat tere paas baitha raha.

teri maa ne kaha tha — 'tum sirf daant sakte ho, lekin jhel nahi sakte uski ek choti si takleef bhi.'

aur main bas chup raha…”

ammu thoda serious ho jaati hai. azhar ki aankhen ab zyada moist ho gayi hain.

azhar (aankhen dur deewar pe laga kar):

“pata hi nahi chala…

kab wo mitti mein khelti chhoti si ladki...

meri bachi... itni badi ho gayi ki kisi aur ke ghar jaane ko tayyar ho gayi…”

ammu ki aankhon se ek boond tapak jaati hai… lekin wo muskurane ki koshish karti hai, apne papa ka haath pakad leti hai.

ammu (dhimi awaaz mein):

“main ja rahi hoon… lekin is ghar se kabhi juda nahi ho rahi, abba.”

azhar (uske haath par apna haath rakhte hue, thoda hansi me lekin aankhon me aansu):

“kya tu wahan bhi subah mujhse jhagadti rahegi?

kyunki agar nahi… to mujhe neend kaise aayegi?”

ammu (aankhon me aansu, hansi ke saath):

“roz call karke jhagda karungi.

promise.”

azhar ek lamha chup ho jaata hai, fir halka sa uska hath ammu ke sar par tik jata hai. dono chup chaap baith jaate hain, kuch bole bina.

sannata nahi hota… ek emotional sukoon hota hai.

raat ke 11:45 – arjun ki chhat – udaasi ka ek lamha, thandi hawa, aur ek akela ladka jo chhat ki diwar par baitha hota hai

arjun hoodie pehne, knees ko fold karke apna sir unpe tikaye baitha hota hai. aankhon mein thoda lacharpan, thoda guilt. aasmaan mein taare hain, lekin uske chehre par sirf ek udaas sa noor.

suddenly, peeche se ek patak ki awaaz hoti hai — taz chhat par koodta hai!

arjun (chauk kar):

“abe oye! tu chhat se kood kyu aaya be? seedhi gali nahi milti tujhe?”

taz (comically pose leke):

“entry toh hero ki hi honi chahiye, bhai! aur scene bhi dard bhara hai…

main aaya hoon apne dukhi dost ki jindagi me nasha ban kar.”

arjun (annoyed):

“chal nikal yahan se… mujhe akela chhod.”

taz (drama mein):

“mujhe bhagaa raha hai? mujhe?

jo tujhe 'ammul' ke dard se ubarne laaya hai…

woh bhi desi treat ke saath!”

(dramatic pause – taz apne jacket ke andar se beer ki bottle nikaalta hai aur hero shot mein arjun ke saamne karta hai)

arjun (chhonk kar):

“abe abe abe chhupa isse... koi dekh lega!”

taz (wink karke):

“mere sher... tere dard ki yahi dawa hai!

jab yeh bottle andar jaayegi…

toh ammu ki yaadein dhoondhti rah jaayengi, samjha?!”

Arjun use ek look deta hai fir bottle ko dekhta hai or fir taz ko ek look deta hai...

scene cut to: kuch der baad — dono ek kone mein baithe hue hain — bottle aadhi ho chuki hai — hawa thodi aur thandi ho chuki hai

taz (full drunk comedy mode):

“sun... asad ka to shayar banna hi tha... kyunki uski mummy ne usse bachpan se hi ‘beta har lafz mehsoos karo’ bol bol ke confuse kar diya tha...”

(mimicking husna in a girlish tone)

“‘asad beta… ghazal ke beech me rajma chawal rakh do to bhi usme shayari dikhni chahiye…’”

arjun hansi chhupate chhupate beer gira deta hai.

taz (ab mimic karta hai zaheer ka serious look):

(serious, deep voice mein)

“main sirf ek bhai hoon… lekin agar meri behen ke emotions ki izzat nahi hui to main… kaleji nikaal dunga.”

(then in his voice)

“bhai pehle khud to pyaar kar le, fir kaleji ki baat karna kasai ki olad

arjun (laugh karte hue):

“tu pagal hai sach mein…”

taz (ab mimic karta hai azhar ko — halke jhuke hue kandhon ke saath, aankhon me thoda pain):

“yeh ghar... meri izzat ka makan hai...

aur tu, ammu... tu meri rooh ka tukda hai...”

(fir breaks character, casually bolta hai)

“aur fir khud jaake khopdi me dard le aate ho uncle ji...”

arjun aur taz dono phatt ke hans rahe hote hain – hasi me bhi dard ghula hota hai, lekin us waqt un dono ko sirf ek chhoti si sukoon milti hai

halka sa breeze chal raha hai. thoda pehle ki hansi ab dheere dheere ek thakaan mein badal rahi hai.

arjun table ke kone par baitha hota hai, haath mein aadhi beer ki bottle. aankhon ka noor thoda aur dhundhla.

arjun (fusfusate hue)

“ammu… ammu ko pata bhi nahi… maine uske liye kya kya…”

(wo aankhon mein thoda moisture lekar kuch kehne ki koshish karta hai lekin lafz lapakte nahi)

taz (halki hansi mein):

“abe chhod na yaar... tu Ranbir Kapoor hai… wo uski Deepika ban gayi to kya, tu abhi bhi Rockstar hai…”

arjun dheere se table par se uthta hai — balance lose karta hai, thoda ladkhadata hai.

arjun (thoda zor se lekin lafz thode uljhe hue):

“main... main ekdum theek hoon... mujhe ammu chahiye thi… chahiye thi… ab… ab...”

wo ek do kadam chalta hai… phir seedha jaake ek purani si khatiya par gir padta hai — mooh niche aur haath dono taraf phela diye jaise koi soldier battlefield me thak ke gir gaya ho.

taz thoda ruk kar use dekhta hai. arjun ki aankhen band ho chuki hain. uska sans ab ekdum theek se chal raha hai – wo so gaya hai.

taz ke chehre par camera slowly zoom in karta hai.

or wo ek creepy villanious smile karta hai jaise kuch baat hai or beer ki aakhiri sip leta hai

Taz

aur hamara hero so gaya… wah… love story me twist tab aata hai jab side character ko zyada dard hota hai…”

next day – college canteen – dopahar ka waqt

canteen mein usual hustle-bustle hai. students apne doston ke saath gappe maar rahe hain, kuch log laptop kholke assignment likhne ka natak kar rahe hain.

ek kone mein ammu apni ek dost ke saath table pe baithi hoti hai. uske haath mein ek chai ka cup, lekin aankhen kahin aur – kabhi kabhi chhupke se doosre kone ki taraf...

wahaan arjun apne doston ke beech, lekin aankhon se bas ek hi wajah dhoondh raha hota hai – ammu.

arjun (apne dost se halka sa haske):

"yaar ye chai peene wale cup chhoti si baat bata kar chali jaati hai... par kuch log... bade dil ki baat chhupake bhi samajh nahi paate..."

(phir ammu ki taraf dekhte hue softly)

“kya kare... kuch baatein aankhon se kehne ki himmat abhi tak jamaa nahi hui…”

ammu uski taraf dekhti hai, lekin jaise hi arjun ki aankhon se aankhen milti hain, wo turant nazar hata leti hai.

arjun phir se chhoti chhoti baatein karta hai, doston ko jokes sunata hai – lekin un jokes ke punch lines pe uska dhyaan nahi, uska dhyaan us table par hai jahan ammu baithi hai.

arjun (ek zor se funny tone mein):

yaar main to kehta hu govt ko ek rule nikal dena chahiye, ki kasai jaat ke bache kisi dusre se na ruthenge kyoki unhe aadat hoti hai moti chamdi nikalne me

doston ki chhoti si hansi, par ammu ke chehre pe bhi ek halki si smile aati hai – jo usne turant chhupane ki koshish ki.

arjun ek waiter ko bulata hai, ek napkin uthata hai aur uspar likhta hai:

“sorry... and love you, ammu.”

phir waiter se kehta hai:

“bhai... thoda art delivery kar do table number us-par.”

(waiter confused hota hai, par smile ke sath jata hai)

ammu waiter se napkin leti hai, dekh kar ek second rukti hai. uski aankhon me halki nami si aati hai, lekin wo roti nahi. uske haath apne aap pen ki taraf badhte hain.

cut to: arjun – apne table par aankhon me ek soft chamak, dono haath fold kiye aasman ki taraf dekh raha hota hai.

jaise keh raha ho:

“thank you upar wale… bas ek baar sab theek ho jaaye…”

waiter wapas napkin le aata hai, arjun usse eager expression ke saath le leta hai. slowly open karta hai.

uspe likha hota hai:

“ab der ho chuki hai... arjun bhaiya.”

us lafz "bhaiya" par arjun ki aankhen ruk jaati hain.

uski muskaan dheere dheere udd jaati hai, jaise koi paper hawa mein ud jaye...

arjun (dil mein):

"bhaiya...? abhi batata hu ise ...

college lawn – dopahar ka halki dhoop

ammu apni do saheliyon ke saath ek shaded tree ke neeche bethi hoti hai. unke beech halki-halki baatein ho rahi hoti hain, kuch hasi mazak bhi.

door se arjun aata hai — aankhon me udaasi, lekin chehre par wahi masti wala mask. wo aankh se ammu ke group ka direction dekhta hai… aur unke bilkul opposite wale kone me jaake apne doston ke beech baith jata hai.

arjun ka dhyaan uske doston par kam aur ammu ke reactions par zyada hota hai.

arjun (randomly apne dost iqbal se puchta hai):

"bhai ek baat bata... tune apni cousin se shaadi ki hai na"

iqbal (surprise hoke):

"haan bhai... kar sakta hoon.Iski permission hai mujhe

arjun (thoughtful face banake or halke sarcasm mein):

Yaar yeh bata circumcision kaha hota hai,kyoki ek ladki ne bhaiya bol diya hai yaar

Or arjun rone ki acting karta hai

doston ke beech zor ka laughter chhutta hai.

ammu, jo saamne bethi sab sun rahi hoti hai, apni hansi rokne ki koshish karti hai — aankhon me ek pal ke liye chamak — wo apne lips dabake, nazar jhuka ke thoda muskura deti hai, lekin turant control karti hai.

ammu (apni saheli se)

“chal... thoda walk le lete hain...”

wo waha se uthti hai, jaise casual walk ke liye, lekin uske chehre par ek clear hansi dabane wali muskaan hoti hai.

arjun usse jaate hue dekhta hai... sirf smile karta hai, bina kuch bole.

uske doston ko ab bhi hasi aa rahi hoti hai, lekin arjun ka dhyaan sirf ammu ke peeche jaate hue kadmon par hota hai.

arjun (dil mein)

“chhoti si smile hi sahi… par tu hansi to…”

[Greenwood]

Impressive style Ammu ko many ka, hope Ammu maaf kr degi

Lekin kab tak 
Ammu to abhi uski sachai bhi nahi janti