Thriller BEHEN_CODE

[Greenwood]

Disclaimer

Yeh kahaani "Behen_code" poori tarah se kalpanik hai. Ismein darshaaye gaye sabhi kirdaar, ghatnayein aur paristhitiyan lekhak (yaani aap) ki kalpana par aadharit hain.
Kisi bhi jeevit ya mrit vyakti, sthaan, ya vaastavik ghatna se iska koi lena-dena nahi hai. Agar koi samaanta paayi jaati hai toh woh mahez ek sanyog hoga.
Is kahaani ka uddeshya kisi bhi vyakti, samaj, jaati, dharam ya desh ko thes pahunchana ya unki ninda karna nahi hai. Kahani mein darshaaye gaye saas-bahu aur anya rishton ke mudde sirf kahani ke vikas ke liye hain aur vaastavik jeevan ke rishton ki pratinidhitah nahi karte.
Kripya is kahani ko sirf manoranjan ke maksad se padhein.

[Greenwood]

Disclaimer

This story, "Behen_code," is purely a work of fiction. All characters, incidents, and situations depicted herein are products of the author's (i.e., your) imagination.
Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to actual events or locales is entirely coincidental.
The purpose of this story is not to hurt or criticize any individual, society, caste, religion, or country. The issues related to in-laws and other relationships depicted in the narrative are solely for the development of the story and do not represent real-life relationships.
Please read this story for entertainment purposes only.

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Don't mess with girls....

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Tomorrow on DIWALI 
First teaser update 
May be.

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Notted behind code

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Tomorrow on DIWALI 
First teaser update 
May be.

Intezaar rahega update ka bhai

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TEASER EPISODE IS COMING 

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Episode 1 “Shahi Paneer & Classified Files”

INT. KITCHEN – MORNING (DIWALI DAY)

Slow motion visuals.

Cooker se siti bajti hai…

Nal se paani ke boond tapak rahe hain…

Background me halki se azaan aur patakhon ki door ki awaaz.

Achanak — ek mobile phone vibrate karta hai kitchen slab par.

Ek aurat ka haath (Arti) frame me aata hai, phone uthati hai —

Lekin chehra reveal nahi hota.

ARTI (hustle tone me):

Lekin yaar aaj to Diwali hai… kitna kaam baaki hai!

Yeh Diwali wale din bhi kameeno ko chain nahi hai...

(Phone cut karti hai, jaldi se nal band karti hai, gas off karti hai.)

Camera her back par focus karta hai.

Wo ek scooty ki chaabi uthati hai, ek helmet ka hook lagati hai —

close-up shot: metallic click sound.

CUT TO – STREET SHOT

Scooty tez raftaar me nikalti hai.

Camera piche se follow karta hai, hawa me Arti ke dupatte ki halki udaan.

Ab camera Arti ke face par zoom karta hai —

30 saal ki, calm but sharp eyes, expression me ek focus.

(Voiceover – Arti’s Monologue)

Yeh main hu... Arti.

30 saal.

Ek housewife... lekin part-time me library bhi chalati hu.

Ghar me jyada log nahi — ek husband, ek saas... aur ek devar.

Yu to sab bahut pyaar karte hain… lekin meri saas… (chhoti si sarcastic hansi)

Achanak phone ring karta hai.

Scooty skid hoti hai, wo tez brake lagati hai.

Ek deep saans.

Screen pe call ID: Mummy Ji.

Arti ka muh ban jaata hai.

Wo phone uthati hai —

ARTI (thoda fake sweetness me):

Haan mummy ji... bas aa rahi hu.

Kya main kahan gayi hu?

Are jaungi kaha, apke bete ki jo farmaish hai raat ko — “Shahi Paneer” —

Bas wahi lene gayi thi... bas aa rahi hu.

(Phone cut karti hai. Ek deep breath leti hai, aankhon me irritation aur secret confidence dono.)

Arti scooty start karti hai, mirror me apna chehra dekhti hai —

“Ready.”

CUT TO – EXT. MARKET ROAD – DAY

Arti bheed me scooty chala rahi hai, camera zoom karta hai ek chhoti si chit par jisme likha hai:

“Location: Sector 11 Café – 12:15 PM. Target confirmed.”

Music build-up hota hai…

Camera ek crowded Mumbai market dikhata hai —

Patakhe, mithai ke thele, logon ki bheed, auto ke horns, aur hawkers ke awaz.

Diwali ke din ki light chaos sab jagah hai.

Is bheed ke beech se ek scooty rukti hai — Arti.

Wo helmet utarti hai, dupatta sambhalti hai, aur apna phone check karti hai.

Screen pe message flash hota hai:

“Table 4 – Red Top Girl. Keep eyes open.”

Arti ek chhoti si smile karti hai — casual, lekin aankhon me alertness.

Wo scooty lock karti hai, ek thaila utha kar market me ghus jaati hai jaise grocery shopping karne aayi ho.

Camera uske step follow karta hai —

Kabhi mithai wale ke pass rukti hai, kabhi diya dekhti hai, lekin har second uski aankhein kuch dhund rahi hoti hain.

---

INT. “CAFÉ MONA LISA” – CONTINUOUS

Ek stylish café, bahar fairy lights aur loud music.

Andar ek college ladka (RAHUL) — attitude se bhara, apni table pe kuch dost ke saath.

Unke samne ek nervous si ladki, red top me, bag tightly pakde hue baithi hai.

RAHUL (mocking tone):

Kya hua, college me bahut bold ban rahi thi na?

Ab bol, yahan to koi teacher nahi hai…

Ladki aankhon me aansu lekar kuch kehne hi wali hoti hai — tabhi door se café ka bell bajta hai.

Arti andar aati hai.

Ek normal customer jaisi — dupatta, simple kurti, ek shopping bag haath me.

Wo seedha counter par jaakar softly bolti hai —

ARTI:

Ek cold coffee dena, aur please zyada ice mat daalna.

(then glances around casually)

Uski nazar Table 4 par padti hai.

Ek second ke liye aankhon ka contact hota hai — Red Top wali ladki aur Arti ke beech.

Ladki ke chehre pe halki si relief ki jhalak.

CUT TO – TABLE 4

RAHUL (laughing):

Dekho bhai, yeh ladki to humse zyada daring nikli. Café me aake bhi tremble kar rahi hai.

Ek dost bolta hai —

“Bhai, ek selfie lete hain iske saath… yaad rahegi aaj ki Diwali!”

Rahul (hass kar):

“Arre selfie le lo... kal se tum famous ho jaogi college me.”

Ladki dar ke peeche hat jaati hai. Uske aankhon me helplessness.

Tabhi café ke dusre corner me ek ladki — simple kurti me — quietly observe kar rahi hai.

Camera uske back se follow karta hai, face abhi bhi reveal nahi hua. Wo ek tray table par rakhti hai aur dheere se kehti hai —

Arti (calm tone):

“Band karo.”

Rahul hasti hai, ek kadam aage badhta hai.

Rahul:

“Kya? Tumhara kaam kya hai yahan? Waitress ho kya?”

Arti uske aankhon me aankhein daal ke kehti hai —

Arti:

“Bas utna hi kaam jitna tere jaise logon ko aukat dikhana.”

Rahul gussa ho kar ladki ka haath pakadne jaata hai —

Sudden — ek sharp “beep” café me goonjta hai.

Sab log confuse.

Camera zoom — counter ke paas baithi ek aur ladki (Rahat) apne phone me kuch tap karti hai.

Café ke TV screen par ek flash blink karta hai:

? LIVE STREAM – #BehenCode

“Mission_02 Recording Started”

Rahul ke har word, har move — screen pe live aa raha hai.

Viewers count badhta ja raha hai — 2.3K → 5.1K

Rahul (ghabra kar):

“Yeh kya bakwaas hai?”

Arti ek kadam aage badhti hai, calm tone me —

Arti:

“Public dekh rahi hai, Rahul. Ab bol... hero banna hai ya apology deni hai?”

Rahul uska phone cheenne ki koshish karta hai, lekin Arti ek smooth move me uska haath twist karti hai — halki si “thak” ki sound ke sath wo peeche girta hai.

Café ke log claps karte hain. Koi video bana raha hai. Rahul embarrassment me bhaagta hai.

---

EXT. MARKET ROAD – CONTINUOUS

Rahul apni bike start karta hai aur bheed me ghus jaata hai.

Arti apni scooty start karti hai, helmet pehenti hai — camera zoom on her eyes — determined look.

Background me Diwali lights, logon ki bheed, aur ek high beat background score.

Scooty aur bike ke beech chase sequence —

Auto se bachkar, ek sharp turn, ek phoolon ki dukaan almost gir jaati hai — sab slow motion me.

Tabhi ek traffic light camera blink karta hai. Screen pe overlay hota hai —

“Plate traced. Vehicle ping sent.”

Rahat ka system kaam kar raha hai.

Rahul signal pe rukta hai — crowd use pehchaan jaata hai (live stream ki wajah se).

Log usse rok lete hain. security officer approach karte hain.

---

CUT BACK TO – CAFE MONA LISA

Arti wapas café me aati hai, uska saans heavy hai lekin face calm.

Wo us ladki ke paas jaakar kehti hai —

Arti:

“Ab ghar jao... aur kabhi apna self-respect kisi ke samne compromise mat karna.”

Ladki sir hilati hai, aankhon me gratitude.

Rahat apna phone band karti hai, aur softly bolti hai —

Rahat:

“Network ne kaam kar diya. Ek aur Behen safe.”

Arti muskurati hai.

Voiceover me Rahat ki awaaz:

Rahat (V.O.):

“Log samajhte hain internet sirf memes aur likes ke liye hai... par kabhi kabhi, wahi internet kuch behno ko bachata bhi hai.”

Camera zoom-out — Diwali ke lights, market crowd, Arti ki scooty bheed me ghul jaati hai.

EXT. CAFE MONA LISA – EVENING LIGHTS

Arti café ke bahar khadi hai.

Woh us ladki ke sir par haath rakhti hai —

“Ab ghar ja... sab theek hai.”

Ladki halka sa smile kar ke nikal jaati hai bheed me.

Arti apni dupatta set karti hai aur Rahat ki taraf dekhti hai.

Rahat scooty ke paas khadi hai, phone apne bag me daalti hai.

Arti (soft tone):

“Tu nikal... der ho jaayegi. Main ghar sambhal lungi.”

Rahat (muskurate hue):

“Tu sambhal hi leti hai sab. Mummy ji bhi aur duniya bhi.”

Dono ek chhoti si smile share karti hain.

Ek subtle handshake — jaise koi silent promise ho beech me.

Arti:

“Next ping tak…”

Rahat:

“Next ping tak.”

Rahat apni black scooty start karti hai, helmet pehenti hai.

Camera uske reflection me Diwali lights dikhata hai.

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EXT. CITY STREETS – NIGHT DRIVE SEQUENCE

Music soft aur thoda soulful.

Mumbai ki raat — traffic, horn, light poles, billboards.

Rahat ride kar rahi hai — ek calm confidence ke sath.

Background me uski voice-over chalti hai —

---

Rahat (V.O.)

“Naam hai Rahat... 27 saal. Radio me kaam karti hu. Log kehte hain meri awaaz me sukoon hai,

lekin dil ke andar kabhi kabhi toofan bhi chhup jaate hain.”

Camera uske helmet ke glass me city lights ke reflections capture karta hai.

Rahat (V.O.)

“Mere abbu, Imdad... unhe lagta hai duniya ab bhi unke hisaab se chalti hai.

Ammi, Rukhsana... silai se ghar chalati hain,

aur main… mic se.”

Scooty ek red signal pe rukti hai.

Ek chhoti si '. family crossing karti hai road — chhoti ladki Eid dress me.

Rahat unhe dekhti hai, halki si muskurahat.

Rahat (V.O.)

“Main modern hu... lekin apne roots nahi bhooli.

Jeans aur kurta me azaadi mehsoos karti hu,

lekin veil me bhi apna asmaan dikh jaata hai.”

Signal green hota hai — scooty fir se nikal padti hai.

Cutaway shots —

Radio ke posters road ke side pe

Ek rickshaw se bachkar ek sharp turn

Breeze me uska dupatta udta hua

Rahat (V.O.)

“Bachpan se sapna tha — ek din apni awaaz se logo ke dil tak jaungi.

Ab ja rahi hu... par thoda alag tareeke se.”

Camera uske haath par zoom karta hai — bracelet me likha hai “BC”.

(Ye group ka hidden sign hai — Behen_Code)

Rahat (V.O.)

“Behen_Code... naam ajeeb hai na?

Lekin jab duniya tumhe kamzor samjhe,

to thoda ajeeb hi banna padta hai strong rehne ke liye.”

Music thoda high hota hai,

Rahat ek flyover cross karti hai, hawa me lights aur traffic ki reflection.

Rahat (V.O.)

“Main koi hero nahi...

Bas un ladkiyo me se hu,

jo chup nahi baithti jab galat dekhti hai.”

Camera uske radio station ke board par zoom karta hai:

“FM VIBES 101.4 — Dil Se Dil Tak”

---

INT. RADIO STATION – NIGHT

Rahat reception se guzarti hai, staff ke log “Hi Rahat!” kehte hain.

Wo muskurati hai, apni desk tak jaakar mic ke samne baithti hai.

Studio lights dim hoti hain.

Rahat (smiling, on-air tone):

“Good evening, Mumbai!

Main hu aapki Rahat... aur aaj hum baat karenge un logon ki,

jo andhere me bhi kisi ke liye roshni ban jaate hain.”

Uska camera angle — zoom on her eyes.

Ek blink — aur screen fade out hoti hai.

FADE OUT.

INT. ARTI KA GHAR – SHAAM – DIWALI KA DIN

Ghar me diye jal rahe hain, mehek rahi hai agarbatti ki khushboo, par hawa me ek tanaav ka asar bhi hai.

Arti haath me thoda samaan liye, dheere se darwaza kholti hai. Jaisi hi wo andar aati hai —

Saas (teekhe tone me):

> “Aapko time ka zara bhi ehsaas hai, Arti? Itni der tak bahar kya kar rahi thi? Ghar koi mela nahi hai jahan se lautne ka mann kare tab aana!”

Arti apne sandals utarti hai, thoda sa muskura ke:

> “Ji maa, thoda rush tha bazaar me… phool aur diye lene me der ho gayi.”

Saas (aawaz aur tez):

> “Rush to sab jagah hota hai! Ghar bhi sambhalne hota hai!

Mera beta kabhi bhi aayega office se, uske liye khana ready nahi hai.

Kam se kam aaj ke din to ache se kaam kar leti, Diwali hai Diwali!”

Arti kuch nahi kehti. Sirf halke se sir jhuka ke haan me haan milati hai.

Uske chehre par ek shaant muskaan hai — jisme na gussa hai, na thakaan. Sirf ek andar ki khushi.

(VO - internal monologue)

> “Aaj Diwali sirf diye jalne ki nahi thi… ek ladki ke dil me umeed ka diya bhi jal gaya tha. Us ladke ke haath se bachakar wo royi nahi, muskuraayi thi. Bas wahi meri Diwali thi.”

Saas ab bhi peeche se bolti ja rahi hai —

> “Aur ye rangoli kisne banayi thi? Kya tumhe lagta hai ye koi tasveer hai? Na safai, na sajawat. Mera beta dekhega to kya sochega?”

Arti thoda sa jhuki, diya ka thaal uthati hai aur seedha kitchen ki taraf chali jaati hai.

Saas (piche se):

> “Haan haan, ab jao kitchen me. Jaise tumhe sab yaad hi hai!”

Arti andar jaate hue halki si muskaan deti hai.

Camera uske chehre par zoom karta hai — uski aankhon me thodi thakaan, par dil me sukoon.

Background me mild instrumental music bajta hai, diya ki lau hilti hai aur scene soft fade hota hai.

Kitchen me bartano ki halki khanak, stove pe chai ka pani ubal raha hai, aur hawa me ghee aur mithai ki khushboo.

Arti apron baandh kar kaam me lagi hai. Uske ek kaan me chhupa hua wireless earbud hai.

Wo quietly sabzi kaat rahi hoti hai jab uske earbud me Rahat ki teasing bhari awaaz gungunati hai —

Rahat (hasi dabate hue):

> “Toh... saasu maa ne phir lecture diya kya? Ya is baar full Diwali special episode tha?”

Arti ek chhoti si smirk ke saath, belan table pe rakhti hai:

> “Episode nahi, serial chal raha tha aaj. Background music missing tha bas.”

Rahat ke us paar se zor ka hansi ka blast:

> “Hahaha! Bechari tu... Diwali sab ke liye khushi laati hai, aur tere liye grilling session.”

Arti gas band karte hue softly bolti hai:

> “Kya karun, meri saasu maa bhi ek personality hai... unke rules apni gravity ke jaise hain — escape impossible.”

Rahat (mazak me):

> “Wah wah! Scientist Arti! Newton bhi ro deta tere samne... matlab ghar ke orbit se nikle bina tu mission complete kar leti hai!”

Arti bhi hansi rok nahi pati, halki si chhupke muskaan uske chehre pe:

> “Bas itna samajh le, humare mission aur khichdi dono ek hi time pe ready ho jaate hain.”

Rahat (laughing):

> “Tu na, ek din apni saasu maa ko bhi Behen_Code ke group me le aana... villain ke role ke liye perfect fit hai!”

Arti ka belan uske haath me hai, wo belan utha ke camera ki taraf dekhti hai jaise Rahat ko warning de rahi ho —

> “Bas! Aisa bola na fir tujhe Diwali ke laddoo nahi milenge.”

Rahat ke us paar se aur tez hansi:

> “Arey nahi nahi! Laddoo se dosti bani rahe. Theek hai, meri hero housewife!”

Arti ek thoda serious par pyara tone me kehti hai:

> “Jab tak hum hain, kisi ladki ki Diwali andheri nahi hogi. Chal, agli call mission report wali hogi. Ab main khichdi sambhalu warna saasu maa ka next episode shuru ho jayega.”

Rahat (teasing):

> “Haan haan, ja meri sanskaari spy! Reporting karna mat bhoolna.”

Arti smile karte hue gas band karti hai, stove ki roshni me uska chehra chamakta hai.

Earbud nikal ke wo quietly thaal me diya rakh deti hai, jaise sab kuch normal ho.

Camera slowly zoom out karta hai —

Kitchen me ghee ki khushboo, background me laughter ki echo, aur Arti ke chehre pe ek confident, peaceful smile.

INT. RADIO STATION – RAAT – DIWALI SPECIAL SHOW

(Lights dim, ek warm orange glow studio me. Rahat apne mic ke saamne baithi hai, saamne Diwali ke diye aur headphones. Background me halka festive jingle baj raha hai.)

---

Rahat (on air, smile ke saath):

> “Namaskar doston! Aap sun rahe hain Rahat ke Rang, aur aaj ka episode hai — ‘Umeedon ki Roshni’.

Diwali ke is khubsurat mauke par hum baat karenge un logon ki, jo roshni ke saath thoda sa hausla bhi baant te hain.”

(Background me chhoti si firecracker sound effect aur soft festive instrumental)

Rahat:

> “Toh phone lines open hain… batayiye, aapke liye Diwali ka kya matlab hai?”

(Phone line ring hoti hai — Rahat ek button dabati hai)

Rahat:

> “Hello, Rahat ke Rang me aapka swagat hai! Kaun bol rahe ho?”

Caller (excited tone):

> “Hi Rahat! Main Shreya bol rahi hoon, Monalisa restaurant ke paas se.”

Rahat:

> “Arre Shreya! Wahan to aaj bada crowd tha, Diwali special lights and all. Kya scene tha wahan?”

Shreya (thrilled):

> “Scene to full dramatic tha! Kahi suna hai aapne? Aaj ek ladki ne wahin kisi chhoti student ko bachaya — kuch badmash usko rag karne wale the. Par us ladki ne sabke saamne un logon ka band bajaa diya!”

(Rahat thoda banawati shock dikhate hue mic ke paas lean karti hai)

Rahat (dramatic tone me):

> “Sach me? Wah… aaj ke zamaane me aisi ladkiyan milti kahan hain! Jo dusron ke liye khadi ho jayein, bina dare, bina soch samjhe bas insaniyat ke liye.”

(Cut to parallel scene: Arti apne kitchen me hai, phone counter pe rakha hai, uska FM on hai. Rahat ki awaaz background me chal rahi hai. Arti khana banate hue halki si muskaan deti hai.)

Rahat (on air):

> “Aaj ke is Diwali special show me, main uss unknown hero ladki ke liye ek special gana play karna chahti hoon.

Kyunki wo sirf ek ladki nahi thi — wo roshni thi, jo andhere me kisi aur ke liye jagi.”

(Soft pause… fir Rahat thoda emotional tone me)

Rahat:

> “Aur ye raha ye gana — un sab behno ke naam, jo apne liye nahi, doosron ke liye ladti hain.”

(Background me Bollywood song fade in hota hai —)

? “Patakha Guddi – Highway (AR Rahman)

(Female version)

“Patakha guddi, patakha guddi…

O rangrez mere…”

?

(Song chalta hai, parallel me visual: Arti kitchen me sabzi stir kar rahi hai, aankhon me soft chamak.

Rahat studio me mic se door jhuki hai, ek chhoti si muskaan ke saath — dono ke chehre pe ek silent connection.)

CUT TO:

Arti (apne dil me): “Ye Rahat bhi na… signal de gayi bina kuch kahe.”

Rahat (apne mind me): “Aur humari hero housewife… fir ek mission complete.”

(Camera slow zoom-out karta hai — ek taraf radio studio me Diwali ki light, dusri taraf Arti ke kitchen me diya ka glow. Background me song chal raha hai…)

? “Patakha guddi, patakha guddi… ud jaaye re hawa ke sang…” ?

FADE OUT.

INT. LIVING ROOM – NIGHT

Ghar me pooja ki tayari ho chuki hai. Mandir ke saamne diye jale hue, phoolon ki mala, aur ek chhoti saari me sajhi Arti thaal me diya le kar khadi hai.

Uska pati Abhishek abhi-abhi office se aaya hai — formal shirt me, thoda tired par smile karta hua.

Saas pooja ke samne baithi hai, unke chehre pe khushiyon ke saath thoda “control” wala expression.

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Abhishek (aate hi, halki smile ke saath):

> “Aakhir ghar pahunch gaya! Office me to lag raha tha Diwali nahi, deadline pooja chal rahi hai.”

Arti (soft tone me):

> “Acha hua aap aa gaye, pooja bas shuru hone wali hai.”

Saas (thoda taana bhare pyar se):

> “Haan beta, tumhare bina ghar adhoora lagta hai. Chalo, sab milke Lakshmi ji ka aashirwad lete hain.”

(Sab log mandir ke paas khade ho jaate hain. Arti diya le kar aarti karti hai.

Saas mantra padhti hai, Abhishek haath jodta hai. Camera diya ke flame pe focus karta hai – soft glow, happy expressions.)

Saas (duayein deti hui):

> “Lakshmi maa ghar me barkat banaye rakhein, aur hum sab ek saath khush rahein.”

Arti (muskaan ke saath):

> “Aaj to barkat dikh bhi rahi hai maa ji… dekhiye na, sab ek saath hain.”

(Abhishek uski taraf dekhta hai, halki si aankhon me appreciation. Saas ke chehre pe bhi ek chhoti si muskaan aa jaati hai.)

---

CUT TO – DINING TABLE SCENE

(Sab ek saath dining table par baithe hain. Table par puri, paneer, kheer aur laddoo. Background me halki laughter aur crackers ki awaaz.)

Abhishek (plate me kheer daalte hue):

> “Maa, ye kheer to kamaal ki bani hai!”

Saas (garv se):

> “Arti ne banayi hai, maine sirf dekha tha bas.”

Arti (muskurate hue):

> “Dekha to aapne poora management sambhala tha, maa ji.”

Abhishek (teasing tone me):

> “Management ya supervision?”

(Sab hansi me phoot padte hain)

Saas (halki hansi ke saath):

> “Haan haan, tum log hanso… par khana khatam karna bhi tumhare zimmedaari hai!”

Anurag (devar, casual tone me):

> “Bhabhi, seriously batao, aapko Diwali me thakaan nahi hoti? Subah se kaam pe kaam.”

Arti (calm smile ke saath):

> “Thakaan tab hoti hai jab mann na lage.

Aaj to poora din aise laga jaise sab kuch sahi jagah par tha.”

(Arti ke chehre pe ek sukoon bhari muskaan. Abhishek use dekhta hai, samajh jaata hai uske dil me kuch aur bhi satisfaction hai.)

Abhishek (softly, sirf Arti se):

> “Lagta hai meri wife ne kisi aur ka Diwali bhi roshan kar diya hai.”

Arti (halki aankhon me chamak ke saath):

> “Aapko kaise pata?”

Abhishek (muskaan):

> “Tumhari aankhon me likha hai.”

(Dono ek dusre ki taraf dekhte hain. Background me crackers explode karte hain, light fade out hoti hai.)

? Background music: soft instrumental version of “Gallan Goodiyan” type festive tone — laughter, warmth, happiness.

FADE OUT.

Diwali ki raat thi. Poora din ghar mein rounak lagi hui thi. Mehmaan aate-jaate rahe, mithaiyon ki khushboo se ghar mehak raha tha, aur har taraf diye jagmaga rahe the. Arti aur Abhishek din bhar ki bhag-daud aur mehmaan-nawazi ke baad ab jaakar thoda sukoon mehsoos kar rahe the. Raat gehri ho chuki thi aur bahar patakhon ki awaaz ab dheemi pad chuki thi, bas kabhi-kabhi door kahin se koi rocket ki sarrr-sarrr sunai de jaati thi.

Abhishek ne darwaza andar se band kiya aur Arti ki taraf palta. Arti baalon ko kholte hue muskura rahi thi. Usne apni reshami saree utaar di thi aur ab ek halke gulabi rang ke nightgown mein thi, jo uski khubsurti ko aur bhi badha raha tha. Abhishek ne uski aankhon mein dekha, jinmein din bhar ki thakaan ke bawajood bhi ek alag si chamak thi, shayad Diwali ki roshni ya unke pyar ki.

"Thak gayi ho?" Abhishek ne dheere se poochha, uske kareeb aate hue.

Arti ne apna sir uske kandhe par tika diya, "Bahut... par ab sukoon mil raha hai."

Abhishek ne uski kamar mein haath daal kar use apne aur kareeb khinch liya. Unki saansein ek doosre se takrane lagi. Room mein ek halki roshni thi, jo sirf unke bedside lamp se aa rahi thi. Diye ki lau jaisi woh roshni unke chehron par ek garam chamak de rahi thi.

"Tum bhi thak gaye hoge," Arti ne dheere se kaha, uski shirt ki collar ko theek karte hue.

"Haan, par tumhein dekh kar saari thakaan gayab ho gayi," Abhishek ne uske gaalon par haath pherte hue kaha. Uski ungliyan Arti ke narm gaalon par dheere se phisal rahi thi.

Arti sharma gayi, uski palkein jhuk gayin. Abhishek ne uski chin ko upar uthaya aur uski aankhon mein phir se dekha. Unki nazrein mili aur uss pal mein duniya ki saari baatein tham si gayi. Sirf woh do the, unka pyar aur Diwali ki woh jaadui raat.

Abhishek dheere se uske chehre ke aur kareeb aaya aur uske maathe par ek narm kiss kiya. Arti ne apni aankhein band kar li, uss pal ko apni rooh mein utarte hue mehsoos kiya. Phir usne uske gaalon par, uski aankhon par aur ant mein uske narm honthon par kiss kiya. Woh kiss pehle dheemi thi, phir dheere-dheere gehri hoti gayi, jismein din bhar ka intezaar, pyar aur bechaini sab ghul gaye the.

Unke honth ek doosre mein kho gaye. Arti ke haath Abhishek ki peeth par chale gaye, aur usne apni ungliyan uske baalon mein phira di. Abhishek ne use utha liya, aur Arti ne apni taangein uski kamar ke gird lapet li. Abhishek ne use bed par dheere se lita diya. Diye ki roshni mein unke jism ek doosre mein kho gaye, jaise do alag-alag aatmaein ek hi roshni mein mil rahi hon.

Diwali ki woh raat, bas unke pyar ki shuruat thi. Har taraf roshni thi, aur unke andar bhi ek nayi roshni jagmaga rahi thi.

Bedroom ki khamoshi mein, bas unki tez hoti saanson ki aawaaz goonj rahi thi. Diwali ke diye ki roshni ab kamron ki deewaron par naachte hue, unke jismon ki silhouttes bana rahi thi.

Abhishek ne apne honth Arti ke honthon se thoda alag kiye, sirf itna ki woh uski aankhon mein dobara jhaank sake. Uski aankhon mein ab sirf pyar nahi, ek gahra nasha aur bechaini thi. Arti ki aankhein num thi, yeh aansu thakaan ke nahi, uss pal ki shiddat ke the.

"Tum meri ho," Abhishek ne dheere se, halki phusphusahat mein kaha, jaise woh ek sachchai bayaan kar raha ho jise sirf wahi do jaante the.

"Humesha," Arti ne jawab diya, uski awaaz bhi kaanpte hue nikli.

Arti ki siskiyan ab aahatein ban chuki thi, jo kamre ki khamoshi ko tod rahi thi. Uski band aankhon mein anokhi chahat aur ek bechain khushi thi. Abhishek ke honth, uski garmi, aur uska ehsaas Arti ko deewangi ki hadd tak le ja chuka tha.

Abhishek ne Arti ke chehre ko apne dono haathon mein liya. Unki aankhein ek baar phir mili. Iss baar unki nazron mein koi baat nahi thi, sirf ek vaada tha—ek doosre mein kho jaane ka, iss pal ko hamesha ke liye apna bana lene ka.

"Tum meri ho, Arti," usne phir se gungunaya, aur yeh sirf shabd nahi the, balki uske dil ki har dhadkan thi.

Arti ne use zor se apni taraf khincha. Usne apne jism ki saari shiddat, saara pyar uske hawale kar diya. Woh Diwali ki raat, unke pyar ki roshni se jagmaga uthi thi. Unke jismon ki garmi, kamre ki hawa mein ghul chuki thi.

Bed ki narm chadar par, unke haath, honth aur jism ek doosre ko tatol rahe the, jaise barson se bichhde hue do premi ab jaakar mile hon. Har pal, har sparsh ek nayi khoj thi, ek naya anubhav. Unki saanson ki raftaar aur unke dilon ki dhadkan ab ek jaisi ho chuki thi, tez aur bechain.

Pura kamra unki chahat ki khushboo se mehak raha tha. Bahar ke diye aur patakhon ki aawaaz ab poori tarah se shaant ho chuki thi. Sirf unka pyar bol raha tha. Woh dono, ek doosre mein poori tarah se kho chuke the.

Camera upper shot leta hai or dekhte hai ki...

Abhishek Dana Dan dhakke Arti ke andar laga Raha tha... Wo dhakke jo Arti or andar tak feel ho rahe they, uski aankho me ab Nasha chadh chuka tha, aisa Nasha jo ab uske jharne par hi sahi hona tha... Abhishek ne kuch or dum lagaya or is baar nishana sidha Arti ke us hisse ko lag gaya ki uski choot kamuk siski ke sath hi behne lagi... uski aahein or madhosh ho chuki thi... Camera fir se upar ka shot leta hai jo zoom out hota hai or Abhishek ke dhakke abhi bhi Arti ke andar khudai kar rahe they or scene dhire dhire fade out hota hai.

Aur is tarah, din bhar ki thakaan aur tyohaar ki rounak ke baad, Arti aur Abhishek ne aakhir mein ek doosre mein sukoon aur pyar paya. Yeh raat hamesha unke liye ek yaadgar Diwali ki raat ban gayi.

Abhishek ne ek haath se Arti ke gulabi nightgown ki patli si dori ko dheere se kandhe se niche sarka diya. Uski nange jism par, roshni ki halki parat padi, jaise koi aasmaani chamak ho. Abhishek ki nazrein uske har curve par thehri, uski saans tham gayi. Uski ungliyan uski collarbone par dheere se phisli, ek bijli ka jhatka dono ko mehsoos hua.

Arti ne aankhein band kar li, uske jism mein ek tez si lehar daud gayi. Usne apne haath uthakar Abhishek ki shirt ke button jaldi-jaldi kholne shuru kar diye, uski ungliyon ki yeh bechain harkat bata rahi thi ki woh kitni jaldi uski garmi ko mehsoos karna chahti thi. Jab shirt khul gayi, toh usne use dhakka dekar hata diya.

Abhishek ke mazboot seene par Arti ne apna chehra tika diya, aur uski khushboo ko apni saanson mein bhar liya—itar, dhuyein aur uske jism ki khaas mardana khushboo ka mel. Usne apne honth uske seene par rakh diye aur ek gehri, narm kiss ki, uske dil ki tez dhadkan ko mehsoos kiya.

Abhishek ka haath Arti ki kamar se hote hue dheere-dheere uski jaangh tak gaya. Usne uske jism ko sahara dete hue, uske nightgown ko upar uthaya. Woh uski skin ko apni ungliyon se tatol raha tha, jaise woh kisi anmol khazane ko khoj raha ho. Unka har sparsh, har chumban, har sargoshi ek nayi kahani keh rahi thi.

Bed ki chaadar par, diye ki narm roshni mein, unke jismon ki garmi aur unka jazbaat ek ho gaye. Diwali ki woh raat sirf tyohaar ki nahi thi, balki unke rishtey ki shiddat ki ek nayi shuruaat thi.

Abhishek ne Arti ke nightgown ko dheere se uske jism se alag kar diya, aur woh dono ab sirf Diwali ki narm roshni mein ek doosre ke saamne the. Unki nazrein ek doosre mein kho gayi thi, jahaan sharam aur jhijhak ki koi jagah nahi thi, bas pyar, chahat aur ek doosre mein kho jaane ki bechaini thi.

Arti ne apna haath Abhishek ke gaalon par rakha, uski ungliyon ne uski halki si dadhi ko mehsoos kiya. Usne Abhishek ko apne aur kareeb khincha, aur ek baar phir unke honth mil gaye. Yeh kiss pehli se bhi zyada gehri, zyada pyaasi aur zyada bechain thi. Unki saansein ab tez ho chuki thi, aur unke dilon ki dhadkan ek hi taal mein baj rahi thi.

Abhishek ne Arti ko bed par dheere se lita diya, uske upar jhukte hue. Uska jism, Arti ke nange jism par halka sa dabav daal raha tha, ek garmi, ek ehsaas jo Arti ko andar tak jhanjhod gaya. Arti ne apni baahein Abhishek ki gardan ke gird lapet li, aur apni ungliyon se uske baalon ko sehlaane lagi.

Abhishek ne apne honth Arti ki gardan par rakh diye, aur dheere-dheere neeche utarte hue uski collarbone, phir uske seene par, aur aakhir mein uski naabhi tak pahunch gaye. Uska har sparsh Arti ke jism mein aag laga raha tha, aur woh har baar ek narm si siski bhar rahi thi.

Arti ne apni aankhein band kar li, uske honthon se dheere-dheere "Abhishek..." ki awaaz nikal rahi thi, jaise woh use pukar rahi ho, ya uske naam ka jaap kar rahi ho. Uske haath Abhishek ki peeth par mazbooti se pakde hue the, uske naakhun uski skin mein halke se gadh rahe the, us pal ki shiddat ko bayaan karte hue.

Room mein ab sirf unke pyar ki khushboo thi, diye ki roshni mein chamakte hue unke jism, aur unki tezi se chalti saansein. Diwali ki woh jaadui raat, unke rishtey ko ek nayi gehrai de rahi thi, jahaan har sparsh ek kahani keh raha tha, aur har pal unhein ek doosre ke aur kareeb la raha tha.

Arti ki siskiyan ab aahatein ban chuki thi, jo kamre ki khamoshi ko tod rahi thi. Uski band aankhon mein anokhi chahat aur ek bechain khushi thi. Abhishek ke honth, uski garmi, aur uska ehsaas Arti ko deewangi ki hadd tak le ja chuka tha.

Abhishek ne Arti ke chehre ko apne dono haathon mein liya. Unki aankhein ek baar phir mili. Iss baar unki nazron mein koi baat nahi thi, sirf ek vaada tha—ek doosre mein kho jaane ka, iss pal ko hamesha ke liye apna bana lene ka.

"Tum meri ho, Arti," usne phir se gungunaya, aur yeh sirf shabd nahi the, balki uske dil ki har dhadkan thi.

Arti ne use zor se apni taraf khincha. Usne apne jism ki saari shiddat, saara pyar uske hawale kar diya. Woh Diwali ki raat, unke pyar ki roshni se jagmaga uthi thi. Unke jismon ki garmi, kamre ki hawa mein ghul chuki thi.

Bed ki narm chadar par, unke haath, honth aur jism ek doosre ko tatol rahe the, jaise barson se bichhde hue do premi ab jaakar mile hon. Har pal, har sparsh ek nayi khoj thi, ek naya anubhav. Unki saanson ki raftaar aur unke dilon ki dhadkan ab ek jaisi ho chuki thi, tez aur bechain.

Pura kamra unki chahat ki khushboo se mehak raha tha. Bahar ke diye aur patakhon ki aawaaz ab poori tarah se shaant ho chuki thi. Sirf unka pyar bol raha tha. Woh dono, ek doosre mein poori tarah se kho chuke the.

Camera upper shot leta hai or dekhte hai ki...

Abhishek Dana Dan dhakke Arti ke andar laga Raha tha... Wo dhakke jo Arti or andar tak feel ho rahe they, uski aankho me ab Nasha chadh chuka tha, aisa Nasha jo ab uske jharne par hi sahi hona tha... Abhishek ne kuch or dum lagaya or is baar nishana sidha Arti ke us hisse ko lag gaya ki uski choot kamuk siski ke sath hi behne lagi... uski aahein or madhosh ho chuki thi... Camera fir se upar ka shot leta hai jo zoom out hota hai or Abhishek ke dhakke abhi bhi Arti ke andar khudai kar rahe they or scene dhire dhire fade out hota hai.

Aur is tarah, din bhar ki thakaan aur tyohaar ki rounak ke baad, Arti aur Abhishek ne aakhir mein ek doosre mein sukoon aur pyar paya. Yeh raat hamesha unke liye ek yaadgar Diwali ki raat ban gayi.

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This is just the teaser update 
You will get the story very soon...

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Update 2  FLASHBACK memories



SCENE – ARTI KI HOME LIBRARY – DIWALI MEETING

(Background me halki sunlight, shelves ke beech thoda festive decoration — chhote diye aur ribbons.)

Arti
Chalo girls, sab beth jao. Library me bhi Diwali ka mood hai, hansi-mazaak ke saath.

Ishaani
Haan haan, aur yeh Arti ki “super serious library” bhi thodi fun ho jaye aaj!

Anisha
Hahaha! Serious library + Diwali = ultimate combo.

Anushka
Rahat abhi tak kahan hai? Radio me busy thi kya?

Rahat
(Aabhi entry leti hai, thodi late aur thodi thaki hui)
Haan yaar, sorry! Radio ka kaam thoda lamba ho gaya.

Ishaani
Arey waah! Late aayi toh humari “library queen” ka drama dekhne ka mauka mil gaya.

Rahat
Hahaha! Drama bolne ka haq tumhe sirf radio pe hai. Yahaan nahi.

Anisha
Arti, batao… tumhare secret snacks ka plan kya hai? Ya phir hum sirf hansi aur teasing hi enjoy karenge?

Arti
Secret snacks ka idea hai… par uske liye sabko patience chahiye.

Ishaani
Patience? Arti, tum bhi na… patience aur Diwali snacks dono ek saath kaise manage karogi?

Anushka
Hahaha! Bilkul, ye Arti hai, multitasking ka master.

Rahat
(Teasing)
Aur mummy style lectures bhi free me mil jate hain… library ka full package!

Arti
Hahaha! Rahat, lecture nahi, guidance bol lo. Aur tumhe bhi “special guest” banna hai, ready?

Rahat
Ready! Lekin warning hai — main tumhari saasu maa style teasing bhi return kar dungi.

Ishaani
Hahaha! Aur main sirf record kar rahi hoon, ye sab memories ke liye.

Anisha
Chalo phir, girls! Diwali vibes + hansi + secrets = perfect morning.

Sari girls laugh karte hue ek dusre ko chidhati hain, thoda playful teasing, kuch side jokes aur light-hearted banter. Scene me library ka calm aur cozy vibe maintain rehta hai.

Rahat
Arre girls, kal ke mission ke bare me batao… tum tino — Anisha, Ishaani, Anushka — kahan thi?

Anisha
Arey yaar, main… bas thodi busy thi ghar ke kaam me.

Ishaani
Haan, aur main… kuch urgent kaam aa gaya tha.

Anushka
Aur main… traffic me phase hui thi.

Rahat
(Half laughing, half teasing)
Sala, tum logo ka roj ka ho gaya hai yeh! Har mission me alag excuse!

Anisha
Hahaha! Arey Rahat, aisa mat bol…

Ishaani
Haan yaar, thoda chill karo…

Rahat
(Nok-jhok me teasing tone)
Chill? Excuses ka daily dose dena aur chill ka naam lena ek saath ho raha hai kya?

Anushka
Hahaha! Tum bhi na, bas khud ko perfect samajhti ho!

Arti
(Halki si serious, sab ko rokate hue)
Bas karo salo… lagta hai tum bhool gaye ki yeh group kis liye banaya gaya tha.
Yaad hai wo din…?

LASHBACK SCENE – BRIDGE INCIDENT (9 MONTHS PEHLE)


(Background: Arti aur Rahat ek hi scooty par ja rahi hain, haste-khelte baat kar rahi hain. Bridge par traffic aur hustle-bustle hai. Crowded bridge.)

Arti
Hahaha! Dekho traffic ka scene… lagta hai aaj bridge ka record todne wale hain!

Rahat
Haan yaar… aur ye log bhi kitne impatient hain!

(Arti aur Rahat khadi cars ke beech se smoothly scooty le ja rahi hain, aankhon me halki muskaan.)

Arti
Bas ek aur turn… aur phir straight home!

Rahat
(Thoda serious tone)
Arre wait… dekho wahan!

(Bridge ke edge par ek ladki khadi hai. Sab traffic me phanse hue log, hustle-bustle. Ladki visibly disturbed, ro rahi hai.)

(Rahat aur Arti sabse aage pahunchte hain, haath failate hue, ladki ko samjhane ki koshish karte hain.)

Ladki
(Aankhon me aansu, roti hui, gaaliya deti hui)
Har ladke par bharosa mat karna! Koi bhi… nahi!
Maine apni help mangi… kisi ne kuch nahi kiya! Kanoon ke rakhwale bhi… bas us ladke ke baap ke puppet the… ab main nahi jeena chahti! Sab sale harami maderchod hote hai... Yeh tumse nahi tumhare badan se pyaar karte hai...

(Arti aur Rahat dare hue, scooty se brake lagate hain aur aage badhte hain. Anushka, Ishaani aur Anisha bhi bridge par already wahan khadi hain, helpless aur shock me.)

Anushka
(whisper)
Huh… kya ho raha hai…?

Ishaani
Wo ladki… wo koodne wali hai…

Anisha
Nahi… aisa kaise ho sakta hai…?

Ladki
Us haramzade ne mujhe accept nahi kiya... Main use apna sab kuchh sonp chuki hu... Sab kuch...

Yeh bol kar wo ladki sharm or guilt se apna sir jhuka leti hai, or fir ek fire eyes ke sath sir utha kar dekhti hai...

Ladki
In sabko aaj maloom hoga ki koi bhi ladki khilona nahi hai, or na kabhi hogi... Meri aaj ki yeh qurbaani tum sab kutto ko yaad rahegi, is bhid me se hi meri behene aage aayegi or mujh jaisi ladki hifazat karegi tum jaise suaro se, kutto se, jaanwaro se...

Arti
Please… ruk jao… koi solution mil jaayega…

Rahat
Humein batao… bas ruk jao…

Ladki
(ghusse aur pain ke saath, crying)
Ab aur nahi! Sab dhokha dete hain! Koi nahi…
(Apne upar petrol dalti hai aur match se aag laga leti hai)

Anushka
(daudte hue)
Ruko!

Ishaani
(Rotate, shouting)
Hum yahan hain! Hum tumhari madad karenge!

Anisha
Haan! Please… ruk jao!

(Arti aur Rahat bhi daudte hue ladki ke paas pahunchte hain, bridge pe bheed ke beech me.)

Arti
Bas ruk jao… hum sab yahan hain…

Ladki
(Kuch seconds ke liye unki aankhon me dekh kar, phir jump)
20 saal ki umar me… aur bas…
(Bridge se kood deti hai)

(Arti apne muh par haath rakhti hai, aankhon me aansu. Rahat bridge se niche dekh rahi hai, shock me, mouth open. Anushka, Ishaani aur Anisha bhi us ladki ki taraf daudti hain, par ladki kood chuki hoti hai.)

Anushka
(whisper, trembling)
No… ye nahi ho sakta…

Ishaani
Mere aankhon ke saamne…

Anisha
Hum kuch nahi kar paye…

Charo taraf bhid thi, or bahut sara shor... Camera dron view de raha tha... Niche samudra ki uthal puthal or bridge ke upar security officer ka jamawda... Or ek ariel shot or flashback end...

SCENE – LIBRARY – FLASHBACK YAAD KARTE HUE


(5 girls library me table par bethi hain, laddu ke saath, par atmosphere heavy aur silent hai. Sab serious expression me.)

Arti
(softly, laddu ko dekhte hue)
Yaad hai wo din… bridge par… us ladki ke saath jo hum sab ke saamne…

Rahat
(ghusse aur dard ke saath)
20 saal ki umar me… helpless… aur hum wahan sirf khade dekh rahe the.

Anushka
(Murmuring)
Main soch bhi nahi sakti… agar hum thodi der late hote… ya nahi aate…

Ishaani
Uski aankhon me pain, frustration… aur duniya ke khilaf narazgi… wo hum sab ke saamne kood gayi.

Anisha
Aur hum sab… helpless… kuch nahi kar paye…

Arti
(haath apne muh par rakhte hue, aankhon me aansu)
Bas tab se… maine decide kiya… ki main kisi ladki ko kabhi akela nahi rehne dungi…

Rahat
(Halki si awaaz me, lekin firm)
Main bhi… apne aap se vaada karti hoon… ki kabhi koi ladki humare samaj me help ke liye akeli nahi rahegi.

Anushka
(Main soch kar, determination ke saath)
Main bhi… koi bhi ladki danger me ho… main use bachane ke liye khadi rahungi.

Ishaani
Aur main… hamesha unke liye ladungi jo khud se ya duniya se fight kar rahi hain.

Anisha
Aur main bhi… apne aap se vaada karti hoon… ki hum sab ladkiyon ka saath denge… chahe kuch bhi ho.

Arti
(ghusse aur dard ke saath)
Aur isi vaade ke saath… humara group bana.
Humne decide kiya… ki ladkiyon ko kabhi helpless nahi rehne denge.

Rahat
(Haalat ko absorb karte hue)
Bas… tab se… yeh hamara mission hai.

(5 girls ek dusre ki taraf dekh kar, silent nods aur determination ke saath, table ke upar laddu ke saath haath mila kar vaada karte hain. Scene heavy aur emotional, koi hansi-mazaak nahi.)

In sab ke baad Arti sab ko Good bye hug deti hai or gifts or mithaai Diwali special... Or sab ladkiya apne apne kaam ke liye nikal jati hai...

SCENE – PRESENT DAY – ISHAANI – TAXI ME

(Background: Ishaani taxi me baithi hai, city ke traffic aur lights ke beech. Diwali ka festive vibe hai, par uske chehre pe focused aur determined expression.)

Ishaani (monologue)

Aaj ka din… chhoti si Diwali celebration, gifts aur mithai ke saath. Girls khush, Arti ke efforts dikh rahe hain… aur main taxi me baithi, apni duniya me lost.

Main Ishaani… part-time restaurant me waitress aur professional model. Kaam? Har ek customer ke saath patience, har ek order perfection ke saath. Modeling me discipline aur confidence — dono jagah mujhe independent banate hain. Lekin yeh independence ka matlab sirf apne liye nahi… har ladki ke liye bhi courage ka signal hai.

Mera nature… bold, confident, aur fearless. Lekin aware bhi — aware ki har decision ka impact hota hai. Aur isi awareness ke saath, main Behen_Code group me apna role nibhati hoon. Har mission me, chahe situation tense ho, main fully present hoon. Kyunki humari responsibilities sirf individual nahi… humari group ke saath judti hain.

Sapne… haan, mere apne bhi hain. Professional modeling me aage badhna, apni identity establish karna, aur ek din restaurant aur modeling dono me balance create karna. Par mere sapne meaningful tab hain jab main ladkiyon ke liye kuch kar rahi hoon — unke liye stand lena, unhe protect karna, unki safety ensure karna.

Yeh dedication… mera passion… aur mera commitment… sab ek hi jagah meet karte hain. Chahe ek chhoti si fight ho, ya koi mission… main hamesha ready hoon.

Taxi ke window se lights aur traffic dekh kar, main decide karti hoon…
Main apni independence ke saath fearless bhi hoon, aur apne group ke liye fully committed.

Har ladki ke liye jo helpless hai… main wahan khadi hoon.

SCENE – PRESENT DAY – ISHAANI – RESTAURANT


(Restaurant me thodi hustle-bustle, background me halki music aur clatter of plates. Ishaani apron me busy hai.)

Customer 1
Excuse me… extra cheese pizza chahiye, aur jaldi please.

Ishaani
(smiling, professional tone)
Ji, bilkul! Jaldi arrange kar deti hoon.

(Customer ke order ke liye note karti hai, aur chef ke paas chali jaati hai.)

Ishaani
Chef, extra cheese pizza, table 5 ke liye, jaldi!

Chef
On it!

(Ishaani phir next table par jaati hai.)

Customer 2
Madam, pasta me thoda kam spice ho… aur thoda garlic add kar do.

Ishaani
(smiling, confident)
Bilkul sir, customize kar deti hoon.

(Uske actions me speed, professionalism aur focus dikh raha hai. Table se plate serve karte hue, customers ke saath friendly interaction, lekin fully attentive.)

Customer 3
Wow, aapka service kaafi smooth hai… aur aap ka smile bhi amazing hai.

Ishaani
(Halki si muskaan)
Thank you sir, bas ensure karna hai ki aap satisfied rahe.

(Ishaani order serve karte hue phir kitchen ke corner me jaati hai, staff ke saath coordinate karti hai. Har kaam me precision aur dedication hai.)

Ishaani
(Half whisper to herself)
Har plate… har order… perfection… yehi meri strength hai.

(Background me restaurant ki hustle aur lights, Ishaani focused, confident, aur fully engaged apne kaam me.)

SCENE – ARTI’S LIBRARY – DAYTIME

(Background: soft instrumental music, shaant environment. Diwali ke agle din ka dopahar hai. Arti apni library ke andar hai — wooden shelves, old books ki khushboo, sunlight ke soft streaks glass window se andar aa rahe hain.)

(Arti ne light-colored cotton saree pehni hai, baalon ko neatly bandha hua hai. Table par ek register, pen aur kuch open books pade hain.)

(Arti apna routine ka kaam kar rahi hai — systematically, disciplined manner me.)

(Visuals slow-motion style me — camera uske movements par focus karta hai.)

Arti shelf ke paas jaakar ek ek book dust kar rahi hai,
phir unhe alphabetical order me rakhte hue softly titles padhti hai.

Arti
(halki muskaan ke saath, apne aap se)
“Kal jitna mess hua tha, aaj sab kuch perfect karna hi padega…”

(Wo ek notebook khol kar register me kuch entry karti hai — dates, codes, aur borrowed books ke details.)

Phir ek corner me rakhi kuch purani magazines ko shuffle karti hai,
aur ek new arrival section me titles ko label lagane lagti hai.

Sab kuch usual lag raha tha…
par phir usse mehsoos hota hai —
kisi ki nazar, koi usse dekh raha hai.

(Background music halka sa intense hota hai.)

Arti thodi der ke liye pen rok deti hai,
aur bina seedha dekhe, aankhon ke kone se aas-paas ke environment ko sense karti hai.

Shelf ke dusre corner me, ek young ladka khada hai — college-going age ka,
simple jeans-shirt me, bag shoulder par.
Uski aankhein Arti par tikki hui hain.

Wo ladka jaise library me book dhoondhne ke bahane se aaya ho,
par asal me uska dhyaan Arti par hi hai.

Arti register me likhne ka drama karti hai,
par andar se clearly feel karti hai —
“yeh ladka mujhe hi dekh raha hai.”

Uska pen ek second ke liye rukta hai,
wo sir uthakar seedha dekhti hai —
aur unki aankhein takra jaati hain.

(Short silence. Background me ek clock tick kar rahi hai.)

Ladka thoda awkwardly smile karta hai,
aur turant ek random shelf ki taraf dekhne lagta hai,
jaise koi normal reader ho.

Arti ke lips ke kone me ek faint sa expression — na smile, na surprise,
bas ek mature woman ka composed reaction.

Wo wapas apne register me likhne lagti hai,
lekin andar kahin ek thought chal raha hai —
“kaun hai yeh… aur mujhe dekh kar muskuraya kyu?”

(Camera slow zoom out — library ka calm ambience,
books ke beech ek silent nazar ka tukraav,
aur Arti ke chehre par ek thoughtful calmness.)

SCENE – RESTAURANT – EVENING


(Restaurant me evening rush hai. Lights thodi dim, halki soft music chal rahi hai. Tables occupied hain, laughter aur cutlery ki awaaz milke ek warm ambience bana rahi hai.)

(Ishaani counter ke paas standing pad le rahi hai — order slips, tray, aur plates ke beech me kaam me busy. Lekin tabhi entrance se kuch boys ka group andar aata hai — 5-6 college ke ladke, energetic, hansi mazak karte hue.)

(Usi group me ek ladka hai — curly hair, tall-dark, shoulders pe ek guitar bag, dusre haath me small sling bag.)

(Camera slow-motion me us par zoom karta hai. Uske aankhon me ek calm aura, smile casual, bina kisi attitude ke.)

(Ishaani us ladke ko dekhti hai… aur ek pal ke liye uske gestures ruk jaate hain.)

Uske haath me plate thi — wo halki si tilt hoti hai, lekin wo sambhal leti hai,
phir aankhon se chhupke corner se ek aur baar dekhti hai…
wo ladka apne doston ke saath baith gaya tha, aur Ishaani ke dil ki dhadkane badh jaati hain.

Narration / Monologue tone (soft)
Haan, sahi suna… Ishaani ka dil isi ladke ke liye dhadakta hai.
Wo ladka, jise usne kabhi bataya nahi… kabhi samjhaya nahi… bas dekha hai, door se, chupke se.

(Wo ladka hasti hui baatein kar raha hai, uski aankhon me warmth hai.
Ishaani apne kaam me busy hone ki acting karti hai, par har dusre second uski nazar wapas us table par chali jaati hai.)

(Unme se ek ladka loudly waiter ko bulaata hai —)

Boy 1
Waiter! Bhaiyya, order lena yaar… waiter!

(Restaurant me thoda noise create hota hai. Manager counter ke peeche se observe karta hai.)

Manager
(thoda irritated, softly under his breath)
Yeh Ishaani us table pe khadi kyun nahi ja rahi…

(Manager ka dhyaan jaata hai Ishaani par, jo clearly us table ke side me khadi hai — lekin apne crush wale ladke ko dekhte hue lost hai.)

Manager
(stern tone me)
Ishaani… table 9. Customers bula rahe hain.

(Ishaani thoda jhijakti hai, aankhon me ek awkward panic, jaise reality me wapas aayi ho.)

Ishaani
(quickly composed hote hue)
Uh… ji sir, abhi ja rahi hoon.

(Wo tray uthati hai, apna expression control karne ki koshish karti hai. Lekin uske chehre ka halka sa blush aur aankhon ka sparkle sab kuch bata rahe the —
ki yeh koi random customer nahi… yeh uske dil ka silent hero hai.)

(Camera close-up: Ishaani ek deep breath leti hai, khud se softly bolti hai —)

Ishaani
(under her breath, soft smile ke saath)
Bas normal behave kar Ishaani… normal…

(Phir wo apne professional smile ke saath us table ki taraf

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Scene: Ishani ka Restaurant — Late Evening

Restaurant ke corner me light thodi dim ho chuki thi, tables pe candles jal rahi thi. Background me soft acoustic music baj raha tha. Ishani counter ke peeche khadi order likh rahi thi jab manager ne aankhon se signal kiya —
“Table number 6, jao. Bahut der se bula rahe hain.”

Ishani ka dil ek second ke liye ruk gaya.
Table number 6... wahi table jahan wo baitha tha.
Curly hair, dark skin, ek casual denim jacket me... uske kandhe pe guitar latka tha, jaise har waqt music uske saath rehta ho.

Ishani ne ek chhoti si saans li —
"Bas ek normal interaction hai... kuch khaas nahi..."
par andar se dil dhak-dhak kar raha tha.

Wo tray lekar aage badhti hai. Table ke paas pahuchti hai — uske doston me se ek ladka turant bol padta hai,
“Finally waiter madam aa gayi!”
Sab hansne lagte hain.

Ishani ek halka sa forced smile karti hai,
“Sorry sir, thoda rush tha. Aapka order please?”

Tabhi wo ladka — her crush — thoda casually menu dekhte hue bolta hai,
“Ek cold coffee... aur ek cheese sandwich.”
Phir usne aankhon se Ishani ki taraf dekha... bas ek second ke liye.

Ishani ka time wahin ruk gaya. Uske liye wo ek second... ek saal jaisa tha.
“Okay sir,” usne muskurate hue kaha, par uska voice halka sa tremble kar gaya.

Ladka ne sirf “thank you” kaha, bina smile kiye, aur wapas apne guitar ke strings ko halka sa chhedne laga.
Bas itna hi interaction tha.
Par Ishani ke liye... wo duniya ka sabse khubsurat pal ban gaya.

Wo counter pe aate hue khud se sochti hai —
"Usne mujhe dekha... thank you bola... bas itna hi kaafi hai."
Uske chehre pe ek halka sa blush tha, aankhon me khushi chhupi hui.

Manager ne peeche se taana maara,
“Lagta hai aaj kisi ki coffee me extra sweetness daalne wali ho!”
Ishani ne muskurakar sir jhuka liya...
Lekin dil me ek hi baat chal rahi thi —
“Aaj maine usse baat ki... pehli baar...”


Same evening
Scene: Rahat ka Ghar

Chhoti si kitchen me chai aur tadke ki khushboo phailee hui thi. Clock ne 7 bajaye the, aur Rahat apne dupatte ko sambhalte hue jaldi-jaldi roti khane me lagi thi.

“Ammaaa! jaldi laado na... mera show ka time hone wala hai!” — usne ek haath me phone pakda tha, dusre se khana kha rahi thi.
“Abhi tak paratha garam nahi hua kya?”

Rukhsana, uski maa, chulhe ke paas khadi thi, haath me belan aur aankhon me pyar bhara gussa.
“Arre zara sabr kar, tumhe to har cheez hawa se chahiye. Itni tez bhaagti ho jaise radio station me tum hi duniya bachane ja rahi ho!”

Rahat hansi rokti hui bolti hai, “Arre Amma, duniya nahi... par listener zaroor bore ho jayenge agar main late gayi to.”

Itna kehna hi tha ki andar se ek tez, bhari aawaz aayi —
“Rahat!”

Ghar me ek pal ke liye khamoshi chha gayi.
Wo awaaz thi Imdad ki — Rahat ke baap ki.
Wo purani tehzeeb aur purane soch ka admi, jo ab zyada waqt bistar par guzarta tha, lekin ghar ki har baat sunta zaroor tha.

“ ye chillam-chilli kaisi hai? Aur ye kya roz radio radio karti rehti hai? Koi dhang ka kaam nahi milta kya tumhe?”
Unka lehja tanz bhara tha, jaise har alfaaz ek kasak chhod jaye.

Rahat ne pal bhar ke liye aankh jhuka li. Dil me toofan sa chala gaya, par chehre par usne wohi muskaan banaye rakhi.
“Abba... show ka time hota hai, isliye jaldi kar rahi thi. Aur ye mera kaam hai... pasand bhi hai.”

Imdad ki awaaz aur tez ho gayi,
“Pasand pasand ke naam pe ladkiyan aajkal sab kuch karne lagi hain. Radio kya, kal koi stage pe nachne lage to bhi keh dogi kaam hai!”

Kitchen me Rukhsana ne halki si awaaz me bola,
“Bas karo Imdad, ladki ko khana to kha lene do”

Rahat chup-chaap plate rakh kar bag utha leti hai.
Darwaze ke paas pahunchte hue ek baar rukti hai —
andar se Abba ka khansaati hua saans aur Amma ke belan ki halki si thap-thap dono sath sunai dete hain.

Usne dheere se kaha,
“Main ja rahi hoon Amma... late ho jaungi.”

Darwaza band karte hue uske dil me ek soch chal rahi thi —
"Kabhi to main unhe yeh samjha paungi ki meri awaaz bhi meri izzat hai... meri pehchaan."

Scene: Shaam – Rahat ka Radio Station


Mumbai ki shaam apni khushboo me doobi hui thi. Bahar traffic ka shor, hawaa me thodi nami, aur building ke chhat par likha tha —
“Radio Zindagi 92.8 FM”

Glass ke piche se light jhalak rahi thi. Andar studio me mic ke saamne baithi thi Rahat — apne headphones pehne hue, aankhon me wo jazba jo ghar chhodte waqt daba liya tha.

Room me halka sa warm light glow kar raha tha, uske samne ek cup chai, side me ek diary jisme likha tha —
“Tonight’s Topic: Khud par Bharosa.”

Usne mic ke switch ko on kiya, ek gehri saans li, aur us awaaz me wo confident smile aa gayi jise sun kar har listener sochta tha —
“Kaash koi itni dil se baat kare…”

“Namaskar dosto…”
uski awaaz me shaam ka sukoon tha.
“Main hoon Rahat, aur aaj baat karenge un logon ki, jo roz duniya ke liye ladte hain… par sabse mushkil ladaai khud ke ghar me ladte hain.”

Uske haath me halki si kanpahat thi, par awaaz me dum tha.
“Aap sabne kabhi mehsoos kiya hoga… jab duniya keh deti hai ki tumse nahi hoga, to dil ke kisi kone se ek awaaz aati hai — ‘Nahi, main kar sakti hoon.’”

Studio ke bahar sound engineer uski taraf dekh kar smile karta hai — wo jaanta hai ye lines scripted nahi thi, dil se nikal rahi thi.

Rahat apni diary band karti hai, aankhen band kar ke bolti hai —
“Main un sab ladkiyon ke liye kehna chahti hoon… jinhe roz koi rokta hai, samjhaata hai, ya daraata hai — yaad rakho, awaaz sirf sunane ke liye nahi hoti, apni pehchaan banane ke liye hoti hai.”

Mic band hota hai.
Studio me kuch palon ke liye sirf silence hoti hai.

Phir wo halki si muskura kar diary me likhti hai —
“Behen_Code: Mission Self.”

Aur window se bahar dekh kar, wo ek lamha ke liye sochti hai —
Ishaani abhi restaurant me hogi… Arti apni library me…
Aur dil me ek garv sa bhar jaata hai —
"Har ek ladki apni jang lad rahi hai… aur main apni."

Scene – Same Evening, Location: A Luxurious Apartment – Living Area
(Parallel timeline — Rahat apne radio show pe, Ishaani Food Adda me busy hai…)

Anisha ek soft beige sofa par bethi thi. Uske haath me ek children’s storybook thi — cover par likha tha “Goodnight Teddy.”
Room me mild perfume aur expensive interiors ki khushbu thi. Marble flooring, elegant lamps, aur walls par abstract paintings… sab kuch batata tha ki yeh kisi bade aadmi ka ghar hai.

Thodi der me hallway se high heels ki tak-tak sunai di.
Ek well-dressed couple living area me aaya — husband ne wristwatch pe nazar daali, wife ne clutch pakda hua tha.

Unka chhota sa beta sofa ke paas hi khilone se khel raha tha.

Wife (ek cold tone me)
Dhyaan rakhna mere bache ka… time pe dinner, aur please usse TV ke saamne zyada mat bithana.

Anisha (soft smile ke sath)
Ji, bilkul ma’am. Don’t worry, main sambhaal lungi.

Husband (halki haste hue)
Bas hum kuch ghanto me wapas aa jayenge. Thank you, Anisha.

Wo dono apne child ko goodnight kiss dete hain, aur front door se bahar nikal jaate hain.
Darwaza band hone ki click ke sath hi ghar me ek alag si shanti chha jaati hai.

Anisha ek lamha ke liye chup baithi rehti hai — bas us bache ki halki si hansi aur clock ka tick-tick sunaai deta hai.
Phir wo uth kar softly bolti hai —

Anisha (bache se pyaar se)
Toh, chhote sahab… aaj hum kahani padhenge ya blocks se khelenge?

(Bacha muskura kar uski taraf dekhta hai, aur kahani ki book ki taraf ishara karta hai…)

Scene fade hota hai ek calm warmth me — ek side me Radio Zindagi par Rahat ki awaaz goonj rahi hai, aur Food Adda me Ishaani ka hustle-chatter sunai deta hai.
Sab apni-apni duniya me busy… par ek invisible thread se judi hui — BEHEN_CODE.

(Soft jazz music background me chal raha hai. Chhota bacha carpet par apne teddy aur toy cars ke sath mashgool hai. Anisha uske paas baith kar kuch der tak hans hans kar kheti hai, uske khilone sambhalti hai.)


Bacha hansi me busy hota hai, aur Anisha dheere se uth kar room ke kone me chali jaati hai.
Uske pairon ki halki chaal marble floor par goonjti hai.
Wo kabhi bookshelves dekhti hai, kabhi showpieces, kabhi unke family portraits — sab kuch perfect, orderly, thoda artificial.

Phir wo ek wall ke paas se guzarti hai jahan ek bada sa mirror laga tha — golden frame me, decorative lights ke sath.
Anisha tham jaati hai.

Wo kuch pal apne reflection ko dekhti rehti hai.
Mirror me uske chehre ki halke thakan ke sath ek calm muskaan dikhti hai.
Aur tabhi… uske andar se ek awaaz jaise ubhar kar aati hai — uska monologue.


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Anisha (Mirror me khud se, inner voice)
Main Anisha hoon… 21 saal ki… student.
Din bhar classes, raat ko babysitting.
Logo ke bachchon ka khayal rakhti hoon, lekin apne sapno ka khayal rakhti hoon sirf main.

Kabhi kabhi lagta hai zindagi ek race hai — par main daud nahi rahi… main bas chal rahi hoon, apne speed se.
Logo ko lagta hai main simple si ladki hoon… lekin mujhe maloom hai, main sirf simple nahi, strong bhi hoon.

Mujhe har situation me apne aap par bharosa hai.
Aur jab koi ladki mushkil me hoti hai, mujhe lagta hai jaise wo main khud hoon…
Tab main ruk nahi sakti.
Isi liye main BEHEN_CODE ka hissa hoon.
Main ladti hoon, par bina talwar ke… bina awaaz ke.
Bas ek vaada hai — kisi aur ladki ke aansu mere jaise na ho.

(Thoda muskurati hai, apne reflection ko halki si nod deti hai)

Anisha (whisper me)
Tum theek kar rahi ho, Anisha…
Thoda tough hai, lekin tu tootne wali nahi hai.


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Mirror ke saamne khadi Anisha apne baal theek karti hai, phir halki si saans leti hai aur bache ki taraf mud jaati hai.

Anisha (pyar se)
Chalo champ, dinner ka time ho gaya…

(Camera mirror me uska reflection pakadta hai — ek ordinary ladki, par ek extraordinary mission ke saath.)

Scene – Same Night, Location: Arti ka Bedroom – cozy aur warm ambience night

Bedroom me halke yellow lights jal rahe the, bed ke paas side-table par ek diya abhi bhi jala hua tha — Diwali ke din ka bacha hua ujala.
Arti ek cotton ka night-suit pehne bed par let gayi thi, uske paas uska husband Abhishek laptop me kuch mail check kar raha tha.

Arti (thoda nakhre se)
Ab bas karo na, poora din office me computer, ab bedroom me bhi wahi?

Abhishek (hans kar)
Madam, yeh bhi kaam ka part hai… client mail bhej raha hai, kal morning tak reply dena hai.

Arti (taang hila kar muskurati hai)
Tumhare clients ko kya Diwali ka holiday nahi milta kya? Ya sab tumhare jaise workaholic hai?

Abhishek (fake serious face bana kar)
Arti ji, hum middle class log hai, humare liye Diwali bhi kaam ke saath manani padti hai.

Arti (halki hansi ke sath)
Haan, haan… middle class ho, par TV dekhne ke liye Netflix premium chahiye, AC full speed chahiye, aur Diwali gift me smartwatch!

Abhishek (nakli gussa dikhate hue)
Arey wah! Tum to poori list le kar baithi ho!

Arti (thoda romantic tone me)
List nahi… bas observation hai. Waise tumhe lagta hai main purani soch wali hoon kya?

Abhishek (muskurata hua, laptop band karta hai)
Bilkul nahi.
Tum sanskari ho, par smart bhi. Tradition aur trend dono ka perfect combo ho tum.

Arti (halki muskaan ke sath)
Acha? To phir kal se main jeans aur t-shirt me library chalu?

Abhishek (haste hue)
Haan, par saas maa dekh lengi to mujhe hi nikaal denge ghar se!

(Arti zor se hans padti hai. Uski hansi me wo shanti hai jo din bhar ke kaam, library aur mission ke baad milti hai.)

Arti (slow tone me)
Tum jaante ho na, mere liye tumhara support sabse important hai.

Abhishek (uska haath pakad kar)
Aur tum jaanti ho, mere liye tum meri poori duniya ho.

(Background me halki si romantic instrumental music vibe — diya ka flame dheere dheere hilta hai, aur dono ek dusre ke paas aa jaate hain.)

Scene fade out — ek shaant, pyaar bhari raat.

Scene – Same Night, Location: Rahat ka Ghar – Old Delhi style apartment, chhoti balcony ke sath


Darwaza khulne ki “click” ke sath hi Radio Zindagi ka ek muffled jingle andar tak sunaai deta hai.
Rahat dheere se ghar ke andar aati hai — haath me apna sling bag, kandhe se latakta headphone, aur aankhon me thakaan.

Uske pairon ke neeche purane carpet ka halkasa crunch hota hai.
Wo seedha living area me aakar apna bag sofa par phek deti hai aur usi par thak kar baith jaati hai.
Kuch pal ke liye aankhen band kar leti hai, sir peeche jhuka kar.

Room me sirf clock ki tick-tick aur balcony se aati halki hawa ka shor hai.

Rahat (dheere se, apne aap se)
Hamesha wahi… kaam ke baad lecture.
Bas ek show karne gayi thi main, koi gunaah nahi.

Uske chehre par emotional thakaan hai — jaise sirf body nahi, dil bhi thak gaya ho.

Kuch der chup rehti hai, phir ek gehri saans lekar uthti hai.
Mirror ke paas se guzarti hai to apni aankhon me andhera dekhti hai, aur khud se muskurane ki koshish karti hai.

Rahat (thoda sarcastic tone me)
Chalo madam RJ… ab ghar ka show chalu karo — “Roti Zindagi FM.”

(Thoda hansi ke sath kitchen me chali jaati hai.)

Kitchen me jaake fridge kholti hai —
andar bas aadha bowl dal aur do rotiyan padhi hoti hain.

Rahat (thoda nakhre se)
Wah, maa ne to kamaal kar diya… guest starve special.

Phir bhi ek plate nikalti hai, roti garam karti hai aur khud se hi baatein karti rehti hai.
Room me ek tired ladki ki reality goonjti hai — strong, independent, par dil se vulnerable.

Camera dheere se zoom out karta hai —
Rahat stove ke flame ke saamne khadi hai, ek haath me roti, ek haath me spoon, aankhon me soch…
aur dil me ek hi thought —
“Kal fir mission hai… aur kal fir duniya se ladna hai.”

Tabhi pichhe se ek mellow par confident aawaz aati hai —

Aawaz (piche se)
Lekin tu akeli nahi hai ladne ke liye…
Tera bhai tere saath hai, Behen!

Rahat jhat se mudti hai.
Doorway par Anish khada tha — jeans, casual jacket, aur dono haathon me takeaway packets.
Uske chehre par mischievous si muskaan thi.

Rahat (aankhein thodi badi karte hue, khushi chhupate hue)
Abe Anish! Tu itni raat me…?

Anish (andar aate hue)
Madam RJ, apni awaaz ke saath saath apna pet bhi sambhala kar.
Ye lo — tumhara favourite chicken roll aur fries.

(Plastic bag uske haath me rustle karta hai.)

Rahat apni aankhon me chamak ke sath daud kar uske paas jaati hai, packet le leti hai.

Rahat (excited tone me)
Oye hero! Tu to asli farishta nikla aaj ke din!

Anish (haste hue)
Haan, par farishta bhi thoda hungry hai. Ek roll mujhe bhi milega, warna protest hoga!

Rahat zor se hans padti hai, dono kitchen counter ke paas baith kar packet kholte hain.
Ek pal ke liye ghar ka saara thakaan, saara tension gayab ho jaata hai —
sirf ek behen-bhai ki garam rotiyon aur thandi hasi ka rishta reh jaata hai.

Night Montage – BEHEN_CODE (Same Night)

? Ishaani – Restaurant band ho chuka hai. Wo locker ke paas apna bag rakhti hai, mirror me dekhti hai, ek chhoti si smile karti hai — us ladke ke baare me soch kar. Phir mirror se muh mod kar lights off karti hai.

? Anisha – Bacha so gaya hai. Wo sofa par blanket se apni kamar dhak kar phone me koi motivational quote likh rahi hoti hai — "Kisi ko badalne se pehle khud ka ek better version bano."
Phir wo phone side me rakh kar light dim karti hai.

? Arti – Bedroom me soft light me apne husband ke kandhe par sir rakhe leti hai. Abhishek use dheere se hold karta hai aur bolta hai,
“Tere bina ghar adhoora lagta hai.”
Arti aankhen band kar ke muskurati hai.

? Rahat & Anish – Kitchen counter par dono rolls khatam kar chuke hain.
Rahat ek napkin se apna muh saaf karti hai, aur bolti hai —
“Zindagi chahe kitni bhi mushkil ho, jab tak tu hai… main haar nahi sakti.”
Anish halka sa hans kar sir hilata hai.
Camera unke hansi ke beech freeze hota hai.

? Anushka – Bank ke papers spread hain bed par. Laptop open hai.
Wo ek purana photo dekhti hai — uske ex ka. Ek second ko rukti hai, phir smile kar ke photo delete kar deti hai.
Phir diary me likhti hai: "Kal ek naya din hai."