Thriller "D R A C O – Sach Ka Pehredaar Ya Tabahi Ka Naam?"
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UPDATE 5 : CLASH
EXT. DELHI HIGHER SECONDARY SCHOOL – CAMPUS LAWN – DAY
Ferrari brothers ke shor-sharabe ke baad Ravi, Amit aur Kabir abhi bhi us bheed se nikal kar chal rahe the.
Tabhi Ravi ek ladki se takra jaata hai.Uski haaton se Books gir jaati hain.
Ravi jhuk kar books uthata hai. Jaise hi woh uthake book us ladki ko deta hai, dono ka sar halkasa takra jaata hai.
Dono ruk jaate hain.
Ravi abhi bhi us takraane wale moment ke khayal mein khoya tha.
Dono ek dusre ko pehchaan kar ruk jaate hain.
Ladki pal bhar ke liye Ravi ki taraf dekhti hai—uski badi brown aankhon mein ek ajeeb si gehraayi thi. Jaise anek baatein chupakar baithi ho.
Ladki
(muskaan ke saath, aankhon mein pehchaan ki chamak):
“Toh… tum wahi ho , train wale hero…?”
Awaaz bahut dheemi thi, par uske shabdon mein ek narmi aur ek shukriya chhupa tha.
Kabir turant hansi dabaata hai.
Kabir (teasing) :
“Arre waah, pehle din hi Ravi ka naam famous. Train wale hero ki pehchaan bhi ban gayi!”
“Oye Ravi, lagta hai tera naam abhi se phail gaya hai — train wala hero!”
Ladki bas halka sa muskaraati hai, par kuch kehti nahi. Ravi uski kitaabe haath mein deta hai…
Ravi
(thoda awkward, aankhon se bachate hue, halki hansi ke saath):
“Hero mat kaho… bas ek insaan jo uss waqt wahan tha.”
Ladki
(chehre pe pyaari si shararat):
“Achha? Sab karte? Tumhari tarah ek akela teen ko gher kar maar bhi deta? Main toh sochti hoon… tumne kisi action movie ke liye audition miss kar diya.”
“Tumhare bagair shayad main yahan hoti hi nahi… toh haan, mere liye toh tum hero ho.”
Ravi sirf ek halki si smile deta hai, lekin uske andar kuch aur hi chal raha tha
Ravi ke dil mein kuch ajeeb sa feel hua. Jaise kahin woh takraana, sir se sar lagna, koi kismet ka ishara tha.
“Kismat ne jo silsila train se shuru kiya tha… uska agla chapter ab school ke is campus mein likha jaane wala tha.
Aur shayad ladki ka aana… Ravi ki kahani ko ek nayi manzil dene wala tha.”
“Kismat ne un dono ko ek baar phir takraya diya.
Par yeh sirf ek takraav nahi tha… yeh kahani ki ek nayi shuruaat thi.
Aur shayad… ek aisa rishta jisme dosti, raaz aur ek ajeeb si kashish saath-saath chalne wale the.”
Amit aur Kabir peechhe khade hansi dabaate hain.
Kabir
(slowly Amit ko):
“Bhai… lagta hai story ka angle shuru ho gaya.”
Amit (seriously):
“Bas karo Kabir… ladki ko ghoorne ke bajaye introduce karo aur pehle ye batao ki ye train wala mamla kya hai.”
Kabir aur Amit ek dusre ki taraf aankh maarte hain.
FLASHBACK – QUICK GLIMPSE
Train ka andhera compartment.
Teen ladke ek ladki ko gherte hain.
Ravi unhe ladte hue peechhe fekta hai.
Passengers clap karte hain.
Aur ek ladki, aankhon mein aansu lekar, Ravi se sirf ek lafz kehti hai:
“Shukriya…”
BACK TO PRESENT
Ladki Ravi ke kareeb aati hai, uski aankhon mein dekh kar do pal chup rehti hai, phir halka sa haath aage badhaati hai—thoda hesitation ke saath softly kehti hai—
“Waise… main Sia … Sia Sharma. Aur tumhare debt mein hoon. Tumne meri zindagi bachayi thi. Aur aaj phir se meri book uthayi.”
“Tumhe dekh kar lagta hai… kuch log milne ke liye kismet ko bhi do baar plan banana padta hai.”
Ravi chup rehta hai, bas halki si nazar uske chehre pe.
Uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa connection tha.
Ravi haath milata hai, par feel karta hai ki uski grip bahut hi halka aur sharmili hai.
Ravi (soft tone, zyada formal):
Main Ravi Mishra , “Achha naam hai. Waise… mujhe laga tha train ke baad hum dobara kabhi nahi milenge.”
Sia thoda ruk kar dheere se kehti hai:
Sia:
“Kabhi-kabhi… kismat chhup kar apne cards khelti hai. Shayad yeh bhi usi ka ek card ho.”
Ravi uski baat sun kar thoda hairan hota hai. Uske words me ek ajeeb sa philosophical depth thi, jo uske age ke hisaab se unusual lag rahi thi.
Sia:
“Ab toh tum mujhe avoid kar hi nahi sakte. Tum meri life ke do bade incident mein entry maar chuke ho aur mein tumh…...choro Ab dekhte hain agla coincidence kab hota hai…”
Ravi bas uske lafzon mein kho sa jaata hai.
Aur uske dil mein ek sawaal gunjta hai—
“Kya Sia sirf ek coincidence hai… ya kismat ki likhi hui kahani?”
Ravi (smile dabaate hue):
“Bas ek coincidence tha. Waise bhi… tumhari kitaab heavy thi, sambhalna mushkil tha.”
Sia hans deti hai. Uski hansi mein ek ajeeb si warmth thi jo Ravi ke dil ko chu jati hai.
Sia:
“Accha Ravi ji… waise ek baat bolun? Mujhe laga tha tumhe dobara kabhi nahi dekh paungi. Aur dekho… duniya kitni chhoti hai. Same school, same class.”
Ravi:
“Shayad kismet chhoti nahi… cycle hai... wapas aa hi jaata hai.”
Kabir (naughtiness ke saath):
“Bhai sahab dialogue maar raha hai. Abhi first day hai aur poetry shuru.”
Sab hans padte hain.
Sia (kabir ki taraf, hasi rok kar):
“Arre, tum dono us raat ke hero ka mazaak uda rahe ho? Tumhe pata hai agar yeh na hote toh main… (ruk jaati hai, phir muskaan kehti hai) chhodo… point yeh hai ki yeh insaan asli hero hai.”
Ravi thoda uncomfortable hota hai.
Ravi (calm voice):
“Maine bas wahi kiya jo us waqt zaroori tha. Tumne mujhe ‘hero’ bol diya toh kal ko koi aur bhi expect karega ki main har jagah fight karun. Waise bhi… filmon mein hi sab heroic hota hai.”
Sia (serious yet soft):
“Nahi Ravi… real hero wahi hota hai jo galat ke samne khada ho jaaye. Tumne woh kiya. Aur mujhe lagta hai… tum waise insaan ho jo hamesha stand loge.”
Kabir Ravi ki taraf dekhkar sir hilaata hai jaise keh raha ho — “Dekha, main pehle hi keh raha tha, tu kuch alag hai.”
Amit (cheekhte hue):
“Arre, ab bas bhi karo! Humein bhi introduce karao ya private hi rakhoge?”
Sia (sweet tone):
“Ohh sorry! Aap log bhi same class mein ho na? Chalo dosti pakki.”
Dono dost bhi apna naam batate hain.
Kabir to turant taana maar deta hai:
Kabir:
“Lagta hai humari gang mein ab ek aur member jud gaya… aur wo bhi Ravi ke ‘special rescue mission’ ke baad.”
Sia thoda sharma jaati hai. Ravi aankhon se bachne lagta hai.
Kabir phir se bol padta hai:
Kabir:
“Waise Sia ji, ek warning. Yeh Ravi thoda chup rehta hai, serious type ka. Tumhe lagta hai simple hai, par iske andar bhi kuch raaz chhupe hain.”
Ravi kabir ko aankh dikhata hai.
Sia (curious tone, thoda tease karte hue):
“Raaz? Kaise raaz?”
Ravi (slightly mysterious smile):
“Raaz raaz hi ache lagte hain. Agar sab kuch khul jaaye toh phir suspense ka maza kahan?”
Ek pal ke liye dono ki aankhon mein aankhon milti hai.
Phir Sia hans padti hai aur kehti hai—
Sia:
“Fine… suspense hi sahi. Waise bhi mujhe suspense aur thrill pasand hai. Shayad isi wajah se tum interesting lag rahe ho.”
Kabir turant phat padta hai:
Kabir (dramatic):
“Lo ji! Pehla din aur pehli taareef. Ravi ka romance chapter officially shuru!”
Amit (beech mein):
“ Intro hogaya. Ab chalein? Class ke liye late ho jayenge.”
Sab hansi mein chal padte hain, classroom ki taraf. Ravi us ladki ko ek pal ke liye aur dekhta hai. Woh chup-chap chal rahi thi, jaise words uske andar hi kahin dab gaye ho.
“Sia Sharma—ek aisi ladki jo dikhne mein masoom aur chup si thi… lekin uske khamoshi mein bhi ek kahani chhupi thi. Ravi ko ye khamoshi khinch rahi thi, par usse abhi ye nahi pata tha ki Sia ki aankhon ke peeche ek raaz hai—ek aisa raaz jo unki zindagi ka rukh badal dega.”
CLASSROOM ENTRY
Bell bajti hai. Ravi, Amit, Kabir aur Sia saath-saath classroom ki taraf chalte hain. Pehle din ka excitement har student ke chehre pe likha hua hai.
(Halki dhoop khidkiyon se andar aa rahi hai. Students apni jagah settle ho rahe hain. Tabhi darwaza dheere se khulta hai…)
Darwaze par khadi thi ek ladki—jaise koi aabroo se utar kar zameen par aayi ho. Simple white kurti, blue dupatta, aur ek chhoti si notebook haath mein. Uski brown eyes mein ek gehra samundar tha—khamosh par bahut kuch keh jaane wali. Uske chehre par innocence thi, lekin usi ke saath ek aisa noor… jaise khuda ne fursat se banaya ho.
(Puri class kuch pal ke liye chup ho jaati hai. Sirf uske kadmon ki halki si aahat sunayi deti hai.)
Friend 1 (apne dost se dheere):
"Yaar… nayi admission wali lagti hai. Kitni seedhi-saadhi hai… par dekhne se nazar hi nahi hatt rahi bilkul pari jyesi."
Friend 2:
"Bilkul apsara jaisi… jaise kitab ke panne se nikal kar saamne aa gayi ho."
Lekin sabse zyada affected tha Arjun. Uski aankhon ka noor ek pal mein badal gaya. Jaise zindagi bhar jis khwaab ki tasveer banayi thi… wo ab uske saamne zinda khadi ho
Arjun ki nazar Sia par atak jaati hai. Uski aankhen bas uski aankhon mein kho jaati hain, jaise kahin khoi hui duniya mil gayi ho.
Arjun (dil hi dil mein , halki muskaan ke saath):
"Bas… yehi hai wo… jo meri khwaabon mein aati thi. Mera dil keh raha hai—meri kahani ab shuru hui hai."
Sia dheere se apni jagah tak aati hai. Uska har kadam jaise hawa ko mehka raha ho. Dupatta ka halka jhoolna, baalon ki ek lat uske chehre par girna
Tabhi ek sharp sound—heels ki awaaz corridor se sunai deti hai. Dheere-dheere wo classroom ke darwaze ke paas ruk jaati hai.
Darwaza khulta hai…
Aur class ka Atmosphere ekdum formal ho jaata hai
“Aur phir jaise hawaa ka ek naya jhonka andar aya… pehli baar class ke andar kadam rakhti hai Ms. Meera Kapoor ,charming lady teacher. Early 30s, modern sari, ek confident smile.
MS. MEERA KAPOOR
Age: 26 years
Height: 5’7”
Look: Wheatish-glow skin, silky open hair, stylish saree (subtle yet modern), sharp expressive eyes behind thin spectacles.
Body Language: Confident, graceful, har step mein elegance.
Nature: Charming, modern soch wali, par students ke saath strict aur caring balance karti hai. Ek teacher se zyada ek mentor ka feel.
Jaise hi wo entry karti hai, puri class ekdum silence mein aa jaati hai.
Student 1 (whisper karke):
“Arrey… yeh teacher hai ya heroine? Itni young… itni stylish…”
Student 2 (slowly):
“Lagta hai ab class miss karna mushkil ho jaayega.”
par Ravi peeche se bas calmly dekh raha hai, uski expression neutral hai, jaise wo chehre par toh kuch nahi dikhata, par andar hi andar usne already observe kar liya hai ki Ms. Meera ordinary teacher nahi hai
Ms. Kapoor
(smiling, energetic tone):
“Good morning, students! Welcome to Delhi Higher Secondary School. I am Ms. Meera Kapoor. Main tumhari class teacher hoon. From today, I’ll be teaching you Math.
Lekin… sirf kitaab ka syllabus nahi. Zindagi bhi ek kitaab hai, aur uske lessons aapko khud likhne padte hain
Aaj hum ek doosre ko thoda better samjhenge. Sab apna introduction denge.
Class ab bhi mesmerized hai. Uske words ekdum fresh lagte hain—ek young mentor ki tarah…
“Uski aankhon mein ek alag si shine thi—jaise wo sirf ek teacher nahi… balki iss kahani ke naye mod ki ek important character banne wali thi.”
Ravi diary ke page par ek line likhta hai: “Ek naye chapter ki shuruaat… ek naye teacher ke saath
Fir Ek-ek student apna naam batata hai. Kuch naye chehre Ravi ke group se dosti jod lete hain –
Sab group hansi-mazaak mein dosti kar lete hain.
- Jiya Verma – bubbly, full of gossip.
- Rohit Mehra – cricket crazy.
- Priya Singh – shy but intelligent.
Tabhi ek confident voice aati hai. Bench ke corner par baitha ek ladka uthta hai.
Smart blazer, sharp haircut, aankhon mein arrogance.
Tabhi kuch studend gossip karte hai
Arjun Rathor,
Udaipur, Rajasthan se. 16 saal ka. Padhai mein topper, chess champion, aur apne dimaag ke liye mashhoor.
Arjun
(smooth, thoda sarcastic):
“Arjun Rathor. Mujhe introduction ki zarurat nahi… principal aur teachers mujhe pehle se jaante hain. Last year ka all India topper main hi tha.”
Poora class “ooooo” kar deta hai.
Ravi bas chup rehta hai. Lekin uske dil mein ek spark jal chuka hai. Jaise uske saamne ek opponent khud khada ho gaya ho.
Arjun ki nazar Ravi par padti hai. Ek cold smile.
Arjun
(slightly mocking):
“Aur tum? Gaon se aaye ho na? Dekhte hain tum kitna tik paate ho iss class mein.”
Ravi bas shant sa rehta hai, par aankhon mein ek determination jal utha.
Fir RAVI apna introduction deta hai lekin apne naam ke alawa kuch nahi batata hai…
(fir sab Students ek ek karke khade hote hain aur apna intro dete hain. Ab baari aati hai Sia ki.)
Mam:
"Yes, you new girl… please stand up. Introduce yourself."
Sia:
"Good morning… My name is Sia Sharma. I like reading novels… aur kabhi kabhi painting bhi karti hoon."
Character Introduction – Sia Sharma
Name: Sia Sharma
- Silent & Mysterious: Zyada bolti nahi, lekin uski aankhen hamesha ek raaz ki taraf ishara karti hain.
- Sensitive & Emotional: Chhoti si baat bhi dil par le leti hai, lekin samajhdaar hai — apne emotions ko sabke saamne nahi dikhati.
- Innocent Charm: Uski simplicity hi uska charm hai. Na fashion ka shauk, na dikhawa — par phir bhi wo bheed mein alag nazar aati hai.
- Strong from Within: Jitni simple dikhti hai, utni hi andar se strong hai. Ek incident (train wale scene jahan Ravi ne use bachaya tha) ne uski zindagi ko badal diya hai, aur ab wo apne andar ek hidden strength rakhti hai.
- Novels padhna (specially mystery aur romantic genres).
- Kabhi kabhi painting karna — apne emotions canvas par utarna pasand karti hai.
- Music sunna, specially old soulful songs.
(Puri class use ekdum dhyaan se sunti hai. Jaise uske ek ek lafz mein sur ho. Uski awaaz classroom ki khamoshi ko aur gehra bana deti hai.)
Arjun (andar hi andar muskurate hue):
"Sia Sharma… naam bhi utna hi khoobsurat hai jitna tumhara chehra. Yeh naam ab mere dil mein hamesha ke liye bas gaya."
"Tere lafzon mein ek nasha hai…
Tere chehre mein ek dua hai…
Aaj samajh gaya main, Sia—
Meri duniya ka noor ‘tu’ hai."
Peeche Ravi apne doston ke saath baitha hota hai. Uski nazar pehle Arjun par padti hai, phir Sia par. Uske chehre par ek half-smile, par aankhon mein ek challenge ki chamak hoti hai.
Ravi (apne dost Amit se dheere):
"Samajh gaya main… Arjun ki aankhon ki chamak ka reason ye ladki hai. Lekin yaad rakh—jo cheez mujhe pasand aa jaaye, wo kisi aur ki kabhi nahi ho sakti."
Aur wahi se shuru hoti hai ek silent-war.
Ek taraf Arjun ka dil Sia ke ek ek lafz mein nikla hua bepanah pyar—chupchaap, bina lafzon ke.
Aur dusri taraf Ravi ki aankhon mein ek possessive challenge jal raha tha—jo kisi ko bhi barbad kar sakta tha.
Aur beech mein khadi thi Sia—ek masoom, khamosh ladki… jo apne raazon ke bojh ke saath ab do dilon ki kahani ka markaz banne wali thi.
“Dosti, pyaar aur rivalry ke beech… Ravi ka raasta ab sirf ek school life tak seemit nahi raha. Har dost ek rahasya hai, har dushman ek paheli… aur kahani abhi shuru hui hai.”
CANTEEN – LUNCH BREAK [Canteen – Clash]
Canteen mein students ka shor, tray ke girne ki awaaz, aur samose–chai ki khushboo hawa mein ghoom rahi thi. Ravi, Amit aur Kabir ek corner table pe baithe the. Kabir plate mein se samosa uthate hi chillaya:
Kabir (masti mein):
“Bhai… hostel ki roti bhool jao, yeh canteen ke samose duniya ke best hain!”
Amit (glasses adjust karte hue):
“Tu bas khane pe hi research karta hai. Kabhi syllabus pe bhi kar le.”
Ravi (muskurate hue, confident tone mein):
“Arey… uski research ki tension mat lo. Yeh jo canteen hai na… yeh asli battlefield hai.
Yahaan dosti bhi hoti hai… aur dushmani bhi.”
(Amit aur Kabir hansi mein uda dete hain, par Ravi ki aankhen kahin aur lagi hain—canteen ke entrance par.)
Door se andar aati hai Sia Sharma. Simple dress, duppatta neatly fold kiya hua, tray mein ek cup chai aur sandwich. Uska chehra chup sa, lekin uski presence ne canteen ke shor ko kuch pal ke liye thoda halka kar diya.
Uske peeche… Arjun Rathore bhi aata hai—ekdum confident walk, ek group ke saath.
Sia casually ek table ke paas baith jaati hai.
Kabir (Ravi ko tease karte hue):
“Bhai… tu dekh raha hai? Lagta hai kisi ko canteen ka samosa nahi… Sia Sharma zyada pasand aa gayi hai.”
Amit (slow tone mein):
“Careful, Ravi… Arjun bhi wahi dekh raha hai.”
Aur waqai… Arjun ki nazar Sia par hi thi. Usne apni tray table pe rakhi aur directly uski taraf chal diya.
Ravi apne seat se uthta hai—jaise dono ka ek hi destination ho.
Ravi aur Arjun ek hi waqt pe Sia ki table ke paas rukte hain. Sia halka sa confuse ho jaati hai.
Arjun (soft tone, confident smile):
“Sia… agar tumhe bura na lage toh… tum humein join kar sakti ho. Friends ke beech akele rehna theek nahi lagta.”
Ravi (polite but firm):
“Actually Arjun… mujhe lagta hai Sia jahan comfortable ho, wahi baithna chahiye.
Aur mujhe nahi lagta tumhe uski taraf se decide karne ki zarurat hai.”
Sia dono ke beech dekh kar thoda awkward feel karti hai. Usne bas ek halka sa smile diya—jaise woh abhi kisi ke favour mein nahi bolna chahti.
Arjun (thoda possessive tone, aankhon mein challenge):
“Tum sahi kehte ho, Ravi… decision Sia ka hoga.
Lekin yaad rakhna… kuch log sirf door se dekhte rehte hain,
Aur kuch log… haath badha ke apna bana lete hain.”
Ravi (slight smirk, aankhon mein shatirpan):
“Hmm… lekin kuch logon ko samajhna chahiye… ki har cheez paisa ya power se nahi milti.
Kuch cheezein… bas dil se milti hain.”
Canteen ka shor ek pal ke liye dono ke beech ke tension mein dab gaya. Sia ne ek sip chai ka liya aur aankhen jhuka li. Uske dil mein ek ajeeb si ghabrahat thi.
Aur usi waqt Ravi aur Arjun ki aankhen takra gayi—bina shabd bole ek silent challenge tha.
"Ek ladki… do raaste.
Ek raasta dil se nikle pyar ka… aur doosra ego se bhari possessiveness ka.
Lekin Sia ke raaz abhi khule nahi… aur in dono ka takraav us raaz ko aur gehra banane wala hai."
Hostel Night Fun
[ Boys’ Hostel – Night | 10:45 PM]
(Hostel ka corridor halke peele bulb ki roshni mein chamak raha hai. Door ke peeche kahin se hansi ki awaaz, kahin se books girne ki… ek typical hostel night ka mahaul.)
[Ravi’s Room – Inside]
Kabir bed ke upar ulta latak kar push-ups kar raha hai (apne andaaz mein nautanki). Amit laptop par game khel raha hai, lekin har baar haar jaata hai aur gussa karta hai.
Amit (frustrated tone):
“Arre yaar! Yeh game cheating karta hai. Mujhe toh lagta hai developer ko chithhi likhni chahiye!”
Kabir (teasing):
“Developer ko nahi… tujhe apni aankhon ko chashma double power dena chahiye. Tab jaake kuch jeetega!”
Fir Amit gusse mein Kabir ko mouse fek ke maarta hai lekin ussi waqt Kabir side ho kar Amit ka Chasma Kheench liye…
(Ravi muskurata hai, books side mein rakhta hai.)
Ravi (calm tone):
“Tum dono din bhar ladte ho… hostel warden tumhari shikayat lekar aa jaayenge ek din.”
Kabir (drama tone mein):
“Arre bhai, hostel life ka asli maza hi ye hai—shor sharaba! Agar bas padhai karni hoti, toh ghar par baith jaate.”
Prank Time
Kabir ke dimaag mein ek shaitani idea aata hai.
Kabir (whispering to Amit):
“Sun… room no. 108 mein jo naya ladka aaya hai na… use chipkali se bada darr lagta hai. Chal, operation Chipkali Attack shuru karte hain!”
(Amit pehle toh mana karta hai, par phir hans ke haan bolta hai.)
Dono ek plastic wali chipkali leke us ladke ke door pe chipka dete hain.
Roommate 108 (dar ke maare cheekhta hai):
“Bachaoooo! Yeh chipkali zinda hai!!”
Pura corridor hansi se ghoonj uthta hai. Ladke beds se gir gir ke haste hain.
Kabir (nautanki style):
“Beta… yeh toh hostel ka wildlife welcoming committee hai. Chipkali free mein milegi, magar rehna hoga tumhare saath!”
Sabhi students ke faces pe smile aa gayi. Hostel ki thakan, naye sheher ka pressure—sab kuch bhool gaye.
Amit bhi pehli baar thoda loud laughter karta hai. Ravi chup sa baithe dekh raha hai, par uske dil mein halka sa sukoon tha.
Ravi (dheere se, khidki ke bahar dekhte hue):
“Yeh hostel… yeh dosti… shayad iss safar ko thoda aasaan bana de.
Lekin mujhe lagta hai… asli imtihaan abhi shuru bhi nahi hua.”
“Raat ke shor sharabe mein dosti aur hansi chhupi thi…
Par ek anjaani nazar, hostel ki deewaron ke paar, sab kuch observe kar rahi thi.”
Hostel Night Surveillance
[Boys’ Hostel – Rooftop / Corridor | Raat ke 12 baje]
(Hansi–mazak ke baad hostel thoda shaant ho gaya hai. Corridor mein sirf tube-light ka dhundhla sa glow hai. Door band, sab apne apne rooms mein hain.)
Sabko laga masti khatam… lekin asli khamoshi mein kahin na kahin kuch awaz zaroor hoti hai. Aur aaj raat, ek anjaani nazar hostel ke andar ghus aayi thi.
Ek shadow hostel ke gate ke bahar khadi hai. Uske haath mein ek purani diary jaisi cheez hai. Uski aankhen seedha Ravi ke room ki taraf tikki hain.
(Ravi khidki ke paas betha hai, diary likh raha hai. Uski aankhen thodi udaas aur soch mein doobi hui.)
Ravi (apne diary mein likhte hue):
“Sabko lagta hai main sirf ek student hoon… par jo kahani main chhupaye baitha hoon, wo kisi ke samajh se bahar hai. Shayad kal… sab kuch badal jaaye.”
(Usi waqt, bahar khidki ke paas ek halki si reflection dikhai deti hai. Ravi kuch mehsoos karta hai, jaise koi dekh raha ho.)
Ravi (andar hi andar):
“Yeh feeling mujhe pehle bhi hua hai… jaise koi hamesha mere aas paas hota hai.
Kaun hai? Aur kyun…?”
[Hostel Gate ke paas]
(Woh unknown shadow diary kholta hai, jismein Ravi ki childhood photos chipki hoti hain. Ek purani tasveer gir jaati hai – Ravi ke saath ek chhoti ladki ki. Us shadow ka haath kaapta hai.)
Unknown Person (halki awaaz mein):
“Ravi… tumhe lagta hai tum apne past se bach gaye? Nahi… ab waqt aa gaya hai tumhe yaad dilane ka.”
Fir shadow hostel ke andheron mein gayab ho jaata hai
“Raat ki diary mein likha har lafz, ek aise raaz ki taraf le ja raha tha… jo Ravi aur Sia ke beech ki kahani ko hamesha ke liye badal dega.”
SUSPENSE…..
Kya Sia aur Ravi ka takrana sirf coincidence hai… ya kismat ka plan?
Sia ki khamosh aankhon ke peeche kaunsa raaz chhupa hai?
Ravi ke past se judi woh chhoti ladki kaun hai jo diary mein chipki hai?
Arjun aur Ravi ki rivalry sirf Sia ke liye hai… ya uske peeche aur bhi koi wajah hai?
Hostel ke bahar jo shadow Ravi ko dekh raha tha… woh dost hai ya dushman?
Aur Ms. Meera Kapoor—sirf ek young teacher hai… ya is kahani ke bade raaz ki chaabi?
“Jo ab tak ek shuruaat lag rahi hai… shayad wahi sabse bada imtihaan ho. Raaz khulenge, rishte badlenge—bas kahani se jude rahiye.”
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Nahi bro isss story ka plot complete different hai aur meri sochi hui and galath is one of the best story in this forum .. vj bhai ke wo story har koi padha hai.
Yeh story jo abhi chal raha hai kab palat jaye kuch soch bhi nahi sakte .. jo isss story mein dikh raha hai yesa kuch nh hai agar aage bataun toh spoiler ho jayega bassss yeh bahot alag hai....
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Isss week already 5 episode de diya hu .. mera exam parso hai so i hope sunday likhunga ....
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All the best for your exam.Nahi bro isss story ka plot complete different hai aur meri sochi hui and galath is one of the best story in this forum .. vj bhai ke wo story har koi padha hai.
Yeh story jo abhi chal raha hai kab palat jaye kuch soch bhi nahi sakte .. jo isss story mein dikh raha hai yesa kuch nh hai agar aage bataun toh spoiler ho jayega bassss yeh bahot alag hai....
Aap logon ke support ki jaroorat hai jitne support karenge mere andar likhne ki agrah utna hoga...
Isss week already 5 episode de diya hu .. mera exam parso hai so i hope sunday likhunga ....
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Bahut maaza aa rha Bhai please adhura mat chhorna story.UPDATE 5 : CLASH
EXT. DELHI HIGHER SECONDARY SCHOOL – CAMPUS LAWN – DAY
Ferrari brothers ke shor-sharabe ke baad Ravi, Amit aur Kabir abhi bhi us bheed se nikal kar chal rahe the.
Tabhi Ravi ek ladki se takra jaata hai.Uski haaton se Books gir jaati hain.
Ravi jhuk kar books uthata hai. Jaise hi woh uthake book us ladki ko deta hai, dono ka sar halkasa takra jaata hai.
Dono ruk jaate hain.
Ravi abhi bhi us takraane wale moment ke khayal mein khoya tha.
Dono ek dusre ko pehchaan kar ruk jaate hain.
Ladki pal bhar ke liye Ravi ki taraf dekhti hai—uski badi brown aankhon mein ek ajeeb si gehraayi thi. Jaise anek baatein chupakar baithi ho.
Ladki
(muskaan ke saath, aankhon mein pehchaan ki chamak):
“Toh… tum wahi ho , train wale hero…?”
Awaaz bahut dheemi thi, par uske shabdon mein ek narmi aur ek shukriya chhupa tha.
Kabir turant hansi dabaata hai.
Kabir (teasing) :
“Arre waah, pehle din hi Ravi ka naam famous. Train wale hero ki pehchaan bhi ban gayi!”
“Oye Ravi, lagta hai tera naam abhi se phail gaya hai — train wala hero!”
Ladki bas halka sa muskaraati hai, par kuch kehti nahi. Ravi uski kitaabe haath mein deta hai…
Ravi
(thoda awkward, aankhon se bachate hue, halki hansi ke saath):
“Hero mat kaho… bas ek insaan jo uss waqt wahan tha.”
Ladki
(chehre pe pyaari si shararat):
“Achha? Sab karte? Tumhari tarah ek akela teen ko gher kar maar bhi deta? Main toh sochti hoon… tumne kisi action movie ke liye audition miss kar diya.”
“Tumhare bagair shayad main yahan hoti hi nahi… toh haan, mere liye toh tum hero ho.”
Ravi sirf ek halki si smile deta hai, lekin uske andar kuch aur hi chal raha tha
Ravi ke dil mein kuch ajeeb sa feel hua. Jaise kahin woh takraana, sir se sar lagna, koi kismet ka ishara tha.
“Kismat ne jo silsila train se shuru kiya tha… uska agla chapter ab school ke is campus mein likha jaane wala tha.
Aur shayad ladki ka aana… Ravi ki kahani ko ek nayi manzil dene wala tha.”
“Kismat ne un dono ko ek baar phir takraya diya.
Par yeh sirf ek takraav nahi tha… yeh kahani ki ek nayi shuruaat thi.
Aur shayad… ek aisa rishta jisme dosti, raaz aur ek ajeeb si kashish saath-saath chalne wale the.”
Amit aur Kabir peechhe khade hansi dabaate hain.
Kabir
(slowly Amit ko):
“Bhai… lagta hai story ka angle shuru ho gaya.”
Amit (seriously):
“Bas karo Kabir… ladki ko ghoorne ke bajaye introduce karo aur pehle ye batao ki ye train wala mamla kya hai.”
Kabir aur Amit ek dusre ki taraf aankh maarte hain.
FLASHBACK – QUICK GLIMPSE
Train ka andhera compartment.
Teen ladke ek ladki ko gherte hain.
Ravi unhe ladte hue peechhe fekta hai.
Passengers clap karte hain.
Aur ek ladki, aankhon mein aansu lekar, Ravi se sirf ek lafz kehti hai:
“Shukriya…”
BACK TO PRESENT
Ladki Ravi ke kareeb aati hai, uski aankhon mein dekh kar do pal chup rehti hai, phir halka sa haath aage badhaati hai—thoda hesitation ke saath softly kehti hai—
“Waise… main Sia … Sia Sharma. Aur tumhare debt mein hoon. Tumne meri zindagi bachayi thi. Aur aaj phir se meri book uthayi.”
“Tumhe dekh kar lagta hai… kuch log milne ke liye kismet ko bhi do baar plan banana padta hai.”
Ravi chup rehta hai, bas halki si nazar uske chehre pe.
Uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa connection tha.
Ravi haath milata hai, par feel karta hai ki uski grip bahut hi halka aur sharmili hai.
Ravi (soft tone, zyada formal):
Main Ravi Mishra , “Achha naam hai. Waise… mujhe laga tha train ke baad hum dobara kabhi nahi milenge.”
Sia thoda ruk kar dheere se kehti hai:
Sia:
“Kabhi-kabhi… kismat chhup kar apne cards khelti hai. Shayad yeh bhi usi ka ek card ho.”
Ravi uski baat sun kar thoda hairan hota hai. Uske words me ek ajeeb sa philosophical depth thi, jo uske age ke hisaab se unusual lag rahi thi.
Sia:
“Ab toh tum mujhe avoid kar hi nahi sakte. Tum meri life ke do bade incident mein entry maar chuke ho aur mein tumh…...choro Ab dekhte hain agla coincidence kab hota hai…”
Ravi bas uske lafzon mein kho sa jaata hai.
Aur uske dil mein ek sawaal gunjta hai—
“Kya Sia sirf ek coincidence hai… ya kismat ki likhi hui kahani?”
Ravi (smile dabaate hue):
“Bas ek coincidence tha. Waise bhi… tumhari kitaab heavy thi, sambhalna mushkil tha.”
Sia hans deti hai. Uski hansi mein ek ajeeb si warmth thi jo Ravi ke dil ko chu jati hai.
Sia:
“Accha Ravi ji… waise ek baat bolun? Mujhe laga tha tumhe dobara kabhi nahi dekh paungi. Aur dekho… duniya kitni chhoti hai. Same school, same class.”
Ravi:
“Shayad kismet chhoti nahi… cycle hai... wapas aa hi jaata hai.”
Kabir (naughtiness ke saath):
“Bhai sahab dialogue maar raha hai. Abhi first day hai aur poetry shuru.”
Sab hans padte hain.
Sia (kabir ki taraf, hasi rok kar):
“Arre, tum dono us raat ke hero ka mazaak uda rahe ho? Tumhe pata hai agar yeh na hote toh main… (ruk jaati hai, phir muskaan kehti hai) chhodo… point yeh hai ki yeh insaan asli hero hai.”
Ravi thoda uncomfortable hota hai.
Ravi (calm voice):
“Maine bas wahi kiya jo us waqt zaroori tha. Tumne mujhe ‘hero’ bol diya toh kal ko koi aur bhi expect karega ki main har jagah fight karun. Waise bhi… filmon mein hi sab heroic hota hai.”
Sia (serious yet soft):
“Nahi Ravi… real hero wahi hota hai jo galat ke samne khada ho jaaye. Tumne woh kiya. Aur mujhe lagta hai… tum waise insaan ho jo hamesha stand loge.”
Kabir Ravi ki taraf dekhkar sir hilaata hai jaise keh raha ho — “Dekha, main pehle hi keh raha tha, tu kuch alag hai.”
Amit (cheekhte hue):
“Arre, ab bas bhi karo! Humein bhi introduce karao ya private hi rakhoge?”
Sia (sweet tone):
“Ohh sorry! Aap log bhi same class mein ho na? Chalo dosti pakki.”
Dono dost bhi apna naam batate hain.
Kabir to turant taana maar deta hai:
Kabir:
“Lagta hai humari gang mein ab ek aur member jud gaya… aur wo bhi Ravi ke ‘special rescue mission’ ke baad.”
Sia thoda sharma jaati hai. Ravi aankhon se bachne lagta hai.
Kabir phir se bol padta hai:
Kabir:
“Waise Sia ji, ek warning. Yeh Ravi thoda chup rehta hai, serious type ka. Tumhe lagta hai simple hai, par iske andar bhi kuch raaz chhupe hain.”
Ravi kabir ko aankh dikhata hai.
Sia (curious tone, thoda tease karte hue):
“Raaz? Kaise raaz?”
Ravi (slightly mysterious smile):
“Raaz raaz hi ache lagte hain. Agar sab kuch khul jaaye toh phir suspense ka maza kahan?”
Ek pal ke liye dono ki aankhon mein aankhon milti hai.
Phir Sia hans padti hai aur kehti hai—
Sia:
“Fine… suspense hi sahi. Waise bhi mujhe suspense aur thrill pasand hai. Shayad isi wajah se tum interesting lag rahe ho.”
Kabir turant phat padta hai:
Kabir (dramatic):
“Lo ji! Pehla din aur pehli taareef. Ravi ka romance chapter officially shuru!”
Amit (beech mein):
“ Intro hogaya. Ab chalein? Class ke liye late ho jayenge.”
Sab hansi mein chal padte hain, classroom ki taraf. Ravi us ladki ko ek pal ke liye aur dekhta hai. Woh chup-chap chal rahi thi, jaise words uske andar hi kahin dab gaye ho.
“Sia Sharma—ek aisi ladki jo dikhne mein masoom aur chup si thi… lekin uske khamoshi mein bhi ek kahani chhupi thi. Ravi ko ye khamoshi khinch rahi thi, par usse abhi ye nahi pata tha ki Sia ki aankhon ke peeche ek raaz hai—ek aisa raaz jo unki zindagi ka rukh badal dega.”
CLASSROOM ENTRY
Bell bajti hai. Ravi, Amit, Kabir aur Sia saath-saath classroom ki taraf chalte hain. Pehle din ka excitement har student ke chehre pe likha hua hai.
(Halki dhoop khidkiyon se andar aa rahi hai. Students apni jagah settle ho rahe hain. Tabhi darwaza dheere se khulta hai…)
Darwaze par khadi thi ek ladki—jaise koi aabroo se utar kar zameen par aayi ho. Simple white kurti, blue dupatta, aur ek chhoti si notebook haath mein. Uski brown eyes mein ek gehra samundar tha—khamosh par bahut kuch keh jaane wali. Uske chehre par innocence thi, lekin usi ke saath ek aisa noor… jaise khuda ne fursat se banaya ho.
(Puri class kuch pal ke liye chup ho jaati hai. Sirf uske kadmon ki halki si aahat sunayi deti hai.)
Friend 1 (apne dost se dheere):
"Yaar… nayi admission wali lagti hai. Kitni seedhi-saadhi hai… par dekhne se nazar hi nahi hatt rahi bilkul pari jyesi."
Friend 2:
"Bilkul apsara jaisi… jaise kitab ke panne se nikal kar saamne aa gayi ho."
Lekin sabse zyada affected tha Arjun. Uski aankhon ka noor ek pal mein badal gaya. Jaise zindagi bhar jis khwaab ki tasveer banayi thi… wo ab uske saamne zinda khadi ho
Arjun ki nazar Sia par atak jaati hai. Uski aankhen bas uski aankhon mein kho jaati hain, jaise kahin khoi hui duniya mil gayi ho.
Arjun (dil hi dil mein , halki muskaan ke saath):
"Bas… yehi hai wo… jo meri khwaabon mein aati thi. Mera dil keh raha hai—meri kahani ab shuru hui hai."
Sia dheere se apni jagah tak aati hai. Uska har kadam jaise hawa ko mehka raha ho. Dupatta ka halka jhoolna, baalon ki ek lat uske chehre par girna
Tabhi ek sharp sound—heels ki awaaz corridor se sunai deti hai. Dheere-dheere wo classroom ke darwaze ke paas ruk jaati hai.
Darwaza khulta hai…
Aur class ka Atmosphere ekdum formal ho jaata hai
“Aur phir jaise hawaa ka ek naya jhonka andar aya… pehli baar class ke andar kadam rakhti hai Ms. Meera Kapoor ,charming lady teacher. Early 30s, modern sari, ek confident smile.
MS. MEERA KAPOOR
Age: 26 years
Height: 5’7”
Look: Wheatish-glow skin, silky open hair, stylish saree (subtle yet modern), sharp expressive eyes behind thin spectacles.
Body Language: Confident, graceful, har step mein elegance.
Nature: Charming, modern soch wali, par students ke saath strict aur caring balance karti hai. Ek teacher se zyada ek mentor ka feel.
Jaise hi wo entry karti hai, puri class ekdum silence mein aa jaati hai.
Student 1 (whisper karke):
“Arrey… yeh teacher hai ya heroine? Itni young… itni stylish…”
Student 2 (slowly):
“Lagta hai ab class miss karna mushkil ho jaayega.”
par Ravi peeche se bas calmly dekh raha hai, uski expression neutral hai, jaise wo chehre par toh kuch nahi dikhata, par andar hi andar usne already observe kar liya hai ki Ms. Meera ordinary teacher nahi hai
Ms. Kapoor
(smiling, energetic tone):
“Good morning, students! Welcome to Delhi Higher Secondary School. I am Ms. Meera Kapoor. Main tumhari class teacher hoon. From today, I’ll be teaching you Math.
Lekin… sirf kitaab ka syllabus nahi. Zindagi bhi ek kitaab hai, aur uske lessons aapko khud likhne padte hain
Aaj hum ek doosre ko thoda better samjhenge. Sab apna introduction denge.
Class ab bhi mesmerized hai. Uske words ekdum fresh lagte hain—ek young mentor ki tarah…
“Uski aankhon mein ek alag si shine thi—jaise wo sirf ek teacher nahi… balki iss kahani ke naye mod ki ek important character banne wali thi.”
Ravi diary ke page par ek line likhta hai: “Ek naye chapter ki shuruaat… ek naye teacher ke saath
Fir Ek-ek student apna naam batata hai. Kuch naye chehre Ravi ke group se dosti jod lete hain –
Sab group hansi-mazaak mein dosti kar lete hain.
- Jiya Verma – bubbly, full of gossip.
- Rohit Mehra – cricket crazy.
- Priya Singh – shy but intelligent.
Tabhi ek confident voice aati hai. Bench ke corner par baitha ek ladka uthta hai.
Smart blazer, sharp haircut, aankhon mein arrogance.
Tabhi kuch studend gossip karte hai
Arjun Rathor,
Udaipur, Rajasthan se. 16 saal ka. Padhai mein topper, chess champion, aur apne dimaag ke liye mashhoor.
Arjun
(smooth, thoda sarcastic):
“Arjun Rathor. Mujhe introduction ki zarurat nahi… principal aur teachers mujhe pehle se jaante hain. Last year ka all India topper main hi tha.”
Poora class “ooooo” kar deta hai.
Ravi bas chup rehta hai. Lekin uske dil mein ek spark jal chuka hai. Jaise uske saamne ek opponent khud khada ho gaya ho.
Arjun ki nazar Ravi par padti hai. Ek cold smile.
Arjun
(slightly mocking):
“Aur tum? Gaon se aaye ho na? Dekhte hain tum kitna tik paate ho iss class mein.”
Ravi bas shant sa rehta hai, par aankhon mein ek determination jal utha.
Fir RAVI apna introduction deta hai lekin apne naam ke alawa kuch nahi batata hai…
(fir sab Students ek ek karke khade hote hain aur apna intro dete hain. Ab baari aati hai Sia ki.)
Mam:
"Yes, you new girl… please stand up. Introduce yourself."
Sia:
"Good morning… My name is Sia Sharma. I like reading novels… aur kabhi kabhi painting bhi karti hoon."
- Silent & Mysterious: Zyada bolti nahi, lekin uski aankhen hamesha ek raaz ki taraf ishara karti hain.
- Sensitive & Emotional: Chhoti si baat bhi dil par le leti hai, lekin samajhdaar hai — apne emotions ko sabke saamne nahi dikhati.
- Innocent Charm: Uski simplicity hi uska charm hai. Na fashion ka shauk, na dikhawa — par phir bhi wo bheed mein alag nazar aati hai.
- Strong from Within: Jitni simple dikhti hai, utni hi andar se strong hai. Ek incident (train wale scene jahan Ravi ne use bachaya tha) ne uski zindagi ko badal diya hai, aur ab wo apne andar ek hidden strength rakhti hai.
- Novels padhna (specially mystery aur romantic genres).
- Kabhi kabhi painting karna — apne emotions canvas par utarna pasand karti hai.
- Music sunna, specially old soulful songs.
(Puri class use ekdum dhyaan se sunti hai. Jaise uske ek ek lafz mein sur ho. Uski awaaz classroom ki khamoshi ko aur gehra bana deti hai.)
Arjun (andar hi andar muskurate hue):
"Sia Sharma… naam bhi utna hi khoobsurat hai jitna tumhara chehra. Yeh naam ab mere dil mein hamesha ke liye bas gaya."
"Tere lafzon mein ek nasha hai…
Tere chehre mein ek dua hai…
Aaj samajh gaya main, Sia—
Meri duniya ka noor ‘tu’ hai."
Peeche Ravi apne doston ke saath baitha hota hai. Uski nazar pehle Arjun par padti hai, phir Sia par. Uske chehre par ek half-smile, par aankhon mein ek challenge ki chamak hoti hai.
Ravi (apne dost Amit se dheere):
"Samajh gaya main… Arjun ki aankhon ki chamak ka reason ye ladki hai. Lekin yaad rakh—jo cheez mujhe pasand aa jaaye, wo kisi aur ki kabhi nahi ho sakti."
Aur wahi se shuru hoti hai ek silent-war.
Ek taraf Arjun ka dil Sia ke ek ek lafz mein nikla hua bepanah pyar—chupchaap, bina lafzon ke.
Aur dusri taraf Ravi ki aankhon mein ek possessive challenge jal raha tha—jo kisi ko bhi barbad kar sakta tha.
Aur beech mein khadi thi Sia—ek masoom, khamosh ladki… jo apne raazon ke bojh ke saath ab do dilon ki kahani ka markaz banne wali thi.
“Dosti, pyaar aur rivalry ke beech… Ravi ka raasta ab sirf ek school life tak seemit nahi raha. Har dost ek rahasya hai, har dushman ek paheli… aur kahani abhi shuru hui hai.”
CANTEEN – LUNCH BREAK [Canteen – Clash]
Canteen mein students ka shor, tray ke girne ki awaaz, aur samose–chai ki khushboo hawa mein ghoom rahi thi. Ravi, Amit aur Kabir ek corner table pe baithe the. Kabir plate mein se samosa uthate hi chillaya:
Kabir (masti mein):
“Bhai… hostel ki roti bhool jao, yeh canteen ke samose duniya ke best hain!”
Amit (glasses adjust karte hue):
“Tu bas khane pe hi research karta hai. Kabhi syllabus pe bhi kar le.”
Ravi (muskurate hue, confident tone mein):
“Arey… uski research ki tension mat lo. Yeh jo canteen hai na… yeh asli battlefield hai.
Yahaan dosti bhi hoti hai… aur dushmani bhi.”
(Amit aur Kabir hansi mein uda dete hain, par Ravi ki aankhen kahin aur lagi hain—canteen ke entrance par.)
Door se andar aati hai Sia Sharma. Simple dress, duppatta neatly fold kiya hua, tray mein ek cup chai aur sandwich. Uska chehra chup sa, lekin uski presence ne canteen ke shor ko kuch pal ke liye thoda halka kar diya.
Uske peeche… Arjun Rathore bhi aata hai—ekdum confident walk, ek group ke saath.
Sia casually ek table ke paas baith jaati hai.
Kabir (Ravi ko tease karte hue):
“Bhai… tu dekh raha hai? Lagta hai kisi ko canteen ka samosa nahi… Sia Sharma zyada pasand aa gayi hai.”
Amit (slow tone mein):
“Careful, Ravi… Arjun bhi wahi dekh raha hai.”
Aur waqai… Arjun ki nazar Sia par hi thi. Usne apni tray table pe rakhi aur directly uski taraf chal diya.
Ravi apne seat se uthta hai—jaise dono ka ek hi destination ho.
Ravi aur Arjun ek hi waqt pe Sia ki table ke paas rukte hain. Sia halka sa confuse ho jaati hai.
Arjun (soft tone, confident smile):
“Sia… agar tumhe bura na lage toh… tum humein join kar sakti ho. Friends ke beech akele rehna theek nahi lagta.”
Ravi (polite but firm):
“Actually Arjun… mujhe lagta hai Sia jahan comfortable ho, wahi baithna chahiye.
Aur mujhe nahi lagta tumhe uski taraf se decide karne ki zarurat hai.”
Sia dono ke beech dekh kar thoda awkward feel karti hai. Usne bas ek halka sa smile diya—jaise woh abhi kisi ke favour mein nahi bolna chahti.
Arjun (thoda possessive tone, aankhon mein challenge):
“Tum sahi kehte ho, Ravi… decision Sia ka hoga.
Lekin yaad rakhna… kuch log sirf door se dekhte rehte hain,
Aur kuch log… haath badha ke apna bana lete hain.”
Ravi (slight smirk, aankhon mein shatirpan):
“Hmm… lekin kuch logon ko samajhna chahiye… ki har cheez paisa ya power se nahi milti.
Kuch cheezein… bas dil se milti hain.”
Canteen ka shor ek pal ke liye dono ke beech ke tension mein dab gaya. Sia ne ek sip chai ka liya aur aankhen jhuka li. Uske dil mein ek ajeeb si ghabrahat thi.
Aur usi waqt Ravi aur Arjun ki aankhen takra gayi—bina shabd bole ek silent challenge tha.
"Ek ladki… do raaste.
Ek raasta dil se nikle pyar ka… aur doosra ego se bhari possessiveness ka.
Lekin Sia ke raaz abhi khule nahi… aur in dono ka takraav us raaz ko aur gehra banane wala hai."
Hostel Night Fun
[ Boys’ Hostel – Night | 10:45 PM]
(Hostel ka corridor halke peele bulb ki roshni mein chamak raha hai. Door ke peeche kahin se hansi ki awaaz, kahin se books girne ki… ek typical hostel night ka mahaul.)
[Ravi’s Room – Inside]
Kabir bed ke upar ulta latak kar push-ups kar raha hai (apne andaaz mein nautanki). Amit laptop par game khel raha hai, lekin har baar haar jaata hai aur gussa karta hai.
Amit (frustrated tone):
“Arre yaar! Yeh game cheating karta hai. Mujhe toh lagta hai developer ko chithhi likhni chahiye!”
Kabir (teasing):
“Developer ko nahi… tujhe apni aankhon ko chashma double power dena chahiye. Tab jaake kuch jeetega!”
Fir Amit gusse mein Kabir ko mouse fek ke maarta hai lekin ussi waqt Kabir side ho kar Amit ka Chasma Kheench liye…
(Ravi muskurata hai, books side mein rakhta hai.)
Ravi (calm tone):
“Tum dono din bhar ladte ho… hostel warden tumhari shikayat lekar aa jaayenge ek din.”
Kabir (drama tone mein):
“Arre bhai, hostel life ka asli maza hi ye hai—shor sharaba! Agar bas padhai karni hoti, toh ghar par baith jaate.”
Prank Time
Kabir ke dimaag mein ek shaitani idea aata hai.
Kabir (whispering to Amit):
“Sun… room no. 108 mein jo naya ladka aaya hai na… use chipkali se bada darr lagta hai. Chal, operation Chipkali Attack shuru karte hain!”
(Amit pehle toh mana karta hai, par phir hans ke haan bolta hai.)
Dono ek plastic wali chipkali leke us ladke ke door pe chipka dete hain.
Roommate 108 (dar ke maare cheekhta hai):
“Bachaoooo! Yeh chipkali zinda hai!!”
Pura corridor hansi se ghoonj uthta hai. Ladke beds se gir gir ke haste hain.
Kabir (nautanki style):
“Beta… yeh toh hostel ka wildlife welcoming committee hai. Chipkali free mein milegi, magar rehna hoga tumhare saath!”
Sabhi students ke faces pe smile aa gayi. Hostel ki thakan, naye sheher ka pressure—sab kuch bhool gaye.
Amit bhi pehli baar thoda loud laughter karta hai. Ravi chup sa baithe dekh raha hai, par uske dil mein halka sa sukoon tha.
Ravi (dheere se, khidki ke bahar dekhte hue):
“Yeh hostel… yeh dosti… shayad iss safar ko thoda aasaan bana de.
Lekin mujhe lagta hai… asli imtihaan abhi shuru bhi nahi hua.”
“Raat ke shor sharabe mein dosti aur hansi chhupi thi…
Par ek anjaani nazar, hostel ki deewaron ke paar, sab kuch observe kar rahi thi.”
Hostel Night Surveillance
[Boys’ Hostel – Rooftop / Corridor | Raat ke 12 baje]
(Hansi–mazak ke baad hostel thoda shaant ho gaya hai. Corridor mein sirf tube-light ka dhundhla sa glow hai. Door band, sab apne apne rooms mein hain.)
Sabko laga masti khatam… lekin asli khamoshi mein kahin na kahin kuch awaz zaroor hoti hai. Aur aaj raat, ek anjaani nazar hostel ke andar ghus aayi thi.
Ek shadow hostel ke gate ke bahar khadi hai. Uske haath mein ek purani diary jaisi cheez hai. Uski aankhen seedha Ravi ke room ki taraf tikki hain.
(Ravi khidki ke paas betha hai, diary likh raha hai. Uski aankhen thodi udaas aur soch mein doobi hui.)
Ravi (apne diary mein likhte hue):
“Sabko lagta hai main sirf ek student hoon… par jo kahani main chhupaye baitha hoon, wo kisi ke samajh se bahar hai. Shayad kal… sab kuch badal jaaye.”
(Usi waqt, bahar khidki ke paas ek halki si reflection dikhai deti hai. Ravi kuch mehsoos karta hai, jaise koi dekh raha ho.)
Ravi (andar hi andar):
“Yeh feeling mujhe pehle bhi hua hai… jaise koi hamesha mere aas paas hota hai.
Kaun hai? Aur kyun…?”
[Hostel Gate ke paas]
(Woh unknown shadow diary kholta hai, jismein Ravi ki childhood photos chipki hoti hain. Ek purani tasveer gir jaati hai – Ravi ke saath ek chhoti ladki ki. Us shadow ka haath kaapta hai.)
Unknown Person (halki awaaz mein):
“Ravi… tumhe lagta hai tum apne past se bach gaye? Nahi… ab waqt aa gaya hai tumhe yaad dilane ka.”
Fir shadow hostel ke andheron mein gayab ho jaata hai
“Raat ki diary mein likha har lafz, ek aise raaz ki taraf le ja raha tha… jo Ravi aur Sia ke beech ki kahani ko hamesha ke liye badal dega.”
SUSPENSE…..
Kya Sia aur Ravi ka takrana sirf coincidence hai… ya kismat ka plan?
Sia ki khamosh aankhon ke peeche kaunsa raaz chhupa hai?
Ravi ke past se judi woh chhoti ladki kaun hai jo diary mein chipki hai?
Arjun aur Ravi ki rivalry sirf Sia ke liye hai… ya uske peeche aur bhi koi wajah hai?
Hostel ke bahar jo shadow Ravi ko dekh raha tha… woh dost hai ya dushman?
Aur Ms. Meera Kapoor—sirf ek young teacher hai… ya is kahani ke bade raaz ki chaabi?
“Jo ab tak ek shuruaat lag rahi hai… shayad wahi sabse bada imtihaan ho. Raaz khulenge, rishte badlenge—bas kahani se jude rahiye.”
Next update kab Tak ayega.
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UPDATE 6: Ishq, Takraav aur Raaz
SCENE 1
EXT. DELHI HIGHER SECONDARY SCHOOL – CAMPUS LAWN – DOPEHAR
Dilli ki dopehar ka suraj naram tha, jaise aasman ne ek sunehri-kesariya, bhaari kaam wali shaadi ki chunari odh li ho. Delhi Higher Secondary School ka sprawling lawn hari makhmal sa bichha tha, jis par kahin-kahin amaltas ke peele phool bikhre hue the, jaise zameen par sitaare utar aaye hon. Hawa mein taazi kati ghaas ki mehak, canteen se aati garma-garam samose aur adrak wali chai ki khushboo mein ghul rahi thi. Mahaul mein ek ajeeb si, hadd se zyada shaanti thi—woh shaanti jo aksar kisi bade toofan se pehle samundar par chha jaati hai. Ek aisi khamoshi jo cheekh kar aane wale khatre ka ailaan kar rahi thi. Ek aisi khamoshi jo aankhon se na dikhne wali, par dil ke kone mein ghabrahat ka aalam daal de.
Lawn ke ek kone mein, ek vishaal gulmohar ke ped ki ghani chhaon tale, Ravi, Amit aur Kabir baithe the. Unke beech aadhi khaali samose ki plate aur chai ke kulhad rakhe the. Kabir, hamesha ki tarah, poori tarah se apne samose mein dooba hua tha, aankhein band karke har bite ka anand le raha tha, jaise koi sadhu tapasya mein leen ho.
KABIR: (Aakhri bite ko muh mein rakhte hue, ek ajeeb se santosh ke saath)
“Bhai, sach keh raha hoon… hostel ke aloo parathe aur yeh lawn mein beth ke samosa aur chai… inhi do cheezon ne Dilli mein jeena aasaan kar rakha hai. Yeh samose nahi, emotion hai emotion! Par aaj… aaj kuch ajeeb sa feel ho raha hai. Itni shaanti… daal mein kuch kaala nahi, poori daal hi kaali lag rahi hai. Mera ‘trouble-o-meter’ tarr-tarr kar raha hai. Aisa lag raha hai jaise campus ke har kone mein koi chhupi hui nigaah hai.”
Amit ne apne mote frame wale chashme ko naak par theek karte hue kitaab se nazar uthayi. Woh hamesha ki tarah, ek physics ki reference book mein uljha hua tha. Uske liye duniya numbers aur formulas ka ek khel thi, par aaj uski aankhon mein bhi chhupi hui ghabrahat thi.
AMIT:
“Tera ‘trouble-o-meter’ nahi, Kabir, woh tere pet mein gas ka gola hai jo samose ke baad high-frequency par vibrate kar raha hai. Par haan, logic ke hisaab se, yeh ek unstable equilibrium hai. Ek aisi shaanti jise todne ke liye bas ek chhota sa external force kaafi hai. Aur campus mein, sabse bada external force Rathore Brothers hain, jo abhi shaant hain. Newton ka third law sirf physics mein nahi, zindagi mein bhi apply hota hai. For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. Abhi ‘action’ shaanti hai, toh iska ‘reaction’ zaroor koi hungama hoga.”
Ravi, jo apni purani leather-bound diary mein kuch likh raha tha, ne bina nazar uthaye ek gehri saans li. Uski kalam ruk gayi thi. Usne aasman ki taraf dekha, jahan ek akela baaz gol-gol chakkar laga raha tha, jaise kisi shikaar ki talaash mein ho.
RAVI: (Dheemi, aane wale kal ko dekhti awaaz mein)
“Toofan aane se pehle samundar hamesha khamosh ho jaata hai, Amit. Yeh khamoshi usi toofan ka ishara hai. Hawa ka rukh badalne wala hai. Aur jab hawa ka rukh badalta hai, toh kayi purane patte jhad jaate hain aur kuch nayi kahaniyan shuru hoti hain. Mujhe ajeeb sa lag raha hai, jaise koi anjaani nigahein humein dekh rahi hain. Kuch hone wala hai… aur is baar sirf baatein nahi… jung hogi.”
Kabir aur Amit ne ek doosre ko dekha. Ravi ki aisi philosophical baatein unke liye nayi nahi thi, par aaj uski awaaz mein ek alag sa vazan tha, ek anjaani si aahat.
Usi pal, thodi doori par campus ke ‘elite’ group ki hansi goonji. Arjun Rathore, school ka astitva, apne do-teen chamchon ke saath khada tha.
CHARACTER INTRODUCTION: ARJUN'S ENTOURAGE
Arjun school ka undisputed king tha. Uske saath khade the uske 4 loyal dost, jo uski parchhayi ki tarah the:
Riya (Inner Monologue):
"Campus ka king… aur Sia… phir bhi dil ki dhadkan mere words ke peeche reaction de rahi hai. Chalo, thodi masti toh banti hai."
Riya, apne designer bag ko adjust karte hue Arjun ke paas aayi, ek confident smile ke saath:
RIYA: (thodi flirting tone mein)
“Arjun, tum seriously uss nayi ladki, Sia, mein itna interested ho? I mean, she is… fine, but aisi behenji type hai. Na style, na class. Tumhare level ki nahi hai. Tum jaise ladke ke liye… thodi sparkle, thodi thrill, thodi… jaadu honi chahiye, na?” Tumhe toh koi supermodel type ladki suit karegi.”
Arjun ne ek ajeeb si shayari style muskaan ke saath Riya ki taraf dekha, par uski aankhein lawn ke doosre chhor par aati Sia ko dhoondh rahi thi.
ARJUN (Shayari):
"Aankhon ki gehraai mein koi raaz chhupa hai, Har muskaan mein ek naya paigham hai. Campus ke saare nazare yahan ruk jaate hain… Aur main… bas un raaz ko samajhne ki koshish karta hoon."
ARJUN:
“Riya, class aur style kapdon se nahi, aakhon se jhalakti hai. Kuch chehron mein aisi saadgi hoti hai… jiske aage duniya ki har chamak pheeki pad jaati hai. Woh shant paani jaisi hai, gehraayi ka andaaza lagana mushkil hai. Aur mujhe mushkil cheezein pasand hain.”
Arjun ki iss baat se Riya ka chehra utar gaya.
SAMEER (whispering to Arjun):
“Bhai, ye Riya clearly tumhare taraf attract ho rahi hai. Move smartly.”
VIRAT (muscles flex, teasing):
“Hahaha… aur agar kisi ne Riya ke saath kuch kiya, toh main pehle line mein hoon!”
RISHI:
“Bhai, campus ka game thoda interesting hone wala hai. Sparks dekh raha hoon.”
KARAN:
“Arjun… tumhari charm aur Riya ka tease… combo hi mast lagega.”
Riya ne ek playful glance dali, jaise quietly challenge kar rahi ho: “Tumhare dil ki dhadkan ab meri baaton par react karegi… ya tum bas Sia ke peeche rahoge?”
Arjun ne halka sa smile diya, phir shayari style mein:
ARJUN (Shayari):
"Jahan tu chalti hai, wahaan hawa bhi ruk jaati hai, Aur main… bas apni nazar se raaste roshan karta hoon. Na jaane kis mod par yeh kissa khatam hoga, Par yeh sure hai… ke kuch toofan abhi aane wala hai."
Par Arjun ki nazrein Sia par hi tiki thi.
SAMEER:
“Chhodo yeh sab, Arjun bhai. Freshers’ party aa rahi hai, uski planning karte hain. Aap hi toh King banoge, hamesha ki tarah. Aur Queen…” (usne Riya ki taraf ishaara kiya).
Us taraf Ravi ne bhi apni diary band karke Sia ki taraf dekha. Ek pal ke liye uski aur Arjun ki nazrein hawa mein takrayi—ek ankahee jung ka ailaan hua. Dono ke beech ek aisi khamosh rivalry thi, jo lafzon se nahi, sirf nazron se bayaan hoti thi.
Aur tabhi, Amit ki kahi baat sach ho gayi. ‘Collision’ ka waqt aa gaya tha.
SCENE 2
EXT. CAMPUS GATE – THE INTRUSION
Campus ka bada lohe ka gate, jahan security guard hamesha mustaid rehta tha, aaj khula ka khula tha. Guard, Ramlal Kaka, paas ke thele par chai peene gaya tha. Yeh mauka dekhkar, paanch awara kism ke ladke campus ke andar ghus aaye. Unke kapde maile-kuchele, baal bikhre hue, aur aankhon mein ek besharmi wali chamak thi. Woh saaf-saaf bahar ke local gunde lag rahe the.
Unka leader, ek lamba sa ladka jiska naam Kallu tha, ne ek gandi si seeti maari aur apne saathi, Chotu, ki peeth par thapki di.
KALLU: (campus ko ghoorte hue, grin ke saath)
“Arrey oye, dekho toh! School nahi, jannat hai yeh. Ek se badhkar ek pariyan hain yahan. Lagta hai aaj ka din yahin banega.”
CHOTU: (gandi hansi ke saath)
“Haan bhai, suna hai bade baap ki auladein padhti hain yahan… Thodi masti ho jaye, kya bolte ho?”
Unki awaaz sunkar aas-paas ke students uncomfortable ho gaye. Ladkiyon ne apne dupatte theek kar liye aur raasta badal liya. Kuch ladke jo cricket khel rahe the, woh bhi ruk kar unhe ghoorne lage, par koi aage aane ki himmat nahi kar raha tha. Gundo ka hausla aur badh gaya. Unhone ek junior ladki ko roka, uske haath se cold drink ki bottle chheen li aur gatak gaye. Ladki darr ke maare bhaag gayi.
Campus mein ek darr aur ghabrahat ka mahaul phail gaya. Staff ke log office ki khidkiyon se jhaank rahe the, par koi aage aane se katra raha tha.
Aur tabhi, Kallu ki nazar akele aa rahi Sia par padi. Sia unhe dekhkar thoda thethak gayi. Usne raasta badalne ki koshish ki, par gunde uska raasta rok kar khade ho gaye.
KALLU: (Ek gandi muskaan ke saath, Sia ke saamne aakar)
“Arrey, itni jaldi kya hai, madam? Thodi baat-cheet toh kar lo. Naam kya hai tumhara, husn-pari?”
Sia (Inner Monologue):
“Shaant reh, Sia. Ghabrana nahi. Dada Sahab ne kaha tha, har chunauti ka saamna himmat se karna hai. Yeh bhi ek chunauti hai.”
Sia ne kuch nahi kaha. Uski muthiyan bheench gayi thi. Aankhon mein darr tha, par us darr ke neeche ek aag bhi dabi hui thi. Usne unhe ignore karke side se nikalne ki koshish ki.
Ek gunde ne aage badhkar uski kitaab par haath rakh diya.
GUNDA 2:
“Badi padhaku lagti ho. Humein bhi kuch padha do. Pyaar ka chapter.”
SIA: (Thodi kaanpti par mazboot awaaz mein)
“Haath hatao. Aur raasta chhodo.”
KALLU: (Haste hue)
“Oho, sherni bhi hai. Awaaz mein toh bada dum hai. Par dekhte hain, dum kitni der tikta hai.”
Kallu ne aage badhkar Sia ka dupatta kheenchne ki koshish ki. Ek pal ke liye poore campus mein saansen ruk gayi. Sia ki aankhein darr se phail gayi. Uska chehra safed pad gaya.
Aur usi pal… do alag-alag dishaon se do awaazein toofan ki tarah goonji.
“OYYYEEE!”
Yeh Aryan Rathore tha, jo gym se aa raha tha, uske muscles pasine se chamak rahe the, har step se ground vibrate ho rahi thi.
“HIMMAT KAISE HUI TERI?!” “APNI AUKAAT BHOOL GAYA KYA?!”
Yeh Arjun Rathore tha, jo apne doston ke saath khada tha, uski aankhon mein ab woh shayarana andaaz nahi, ek jwala thi jo sab kuch jala kar raakh kar sakti thi.
Dono bhai ek saath, do alag dishaon se, shikaari ki tarah gundo ki taraf badhe. Pure campus ki nazar ab un par thi.
KALLU: (harrassed, gunda group ko dekh kar)
“Arrey… yeh… dono… Rathore…?”
ARYAN:
“Campus mein shanti ko dar aur chori se nahi, shaurya se todte hain. Samjhe?”
ARJUN (Shayari style, aankhein gundo par):
"Na dikhne do humari narmi… na samjho humari cheekh, Har shikaar ka hisaab hai… aur yeh, tumhara akhri din hai aaj!"
KALLU:
“Bada hero ban raha hai, hero-giri nikaal dunga!”
SCENE 3
EXT. CAMPUS LAWN – THE SHOWDOWN
Hawa theher gayi. Samay jaise ruk sa gaya. Jo agle paanch minute mein hua, woh Delhi Higher Secondary School ke students ki yaadon mein hamesha ke liye kaid ho gaya. Yeh sirf ek ladai nahi thi; yeh power, ego aur insaaf ka ek brutal aur cinematic pradarshan tha. Yeh Rathore Brothers ka power show tha.
Aryan, ek ghayal sher ki tarah dahaadta hua, seedhe uss gunde par toota jisne Sia ka dupatta pakda tha. Woh ek trained boxer tha, aur uske har punch mein barood bhara tha.
ARYAN: (Ek zabardast hook punch gunde ke jabde par maarte hue, jiski ‘crack’ ki awaaz door tak sunayi di)
“School ko apni jaagir samajh rakha hai kya, saalon?! Yeh Rathore ka ilaaka hai! Yahan parinde bhi humse pooch kar par maarte hain!” “Rathore ke naam se chalta hai yeh sheher… aur tumne ussi naam ke saamne ek ladki ko haath lagaya?!”
Gunda ladkhada kar neeche gir gaya, muh se khoon tapakne laga. Doosre gunde Aryan ki taraf badhe, par woh taiyaar tha. Usne ek ke punch ko dodge kiya, uski gardan pakdi aur use doosre gunde se takra diya. Dono zameen par.
Doosri taraf se Arjun ki entry kisi film hero se kam nahi thi. Usne apna designer blazer utaar kar Riya ki taraf uchhala aur ek ajeeb si shaanti ke saath aage badha. Uski har chaal mein ek grace, ek style tha. Usne Kallu par ek flying kick maari, jo itni tez aur precise thi ki Kallu kuch samajh paata, usse pele woh hawa mein tha aur agle hi pal zameen par. Arjun sirf dimaag se hi nahi, martial arts mein bhi mahir tha.
ARJUN: (Kallu ka collar pakad kar, usse zameen se uthate hue, awaaz thandi par khatarnak)
“Ek ladki ki izzat par haath daalne se pele socha nahi… ki anjaam kya hoga?”
Usne Kallu ko hawa mein ghuma kar apne saathiyon ke upar patak diya. Arjun ke dil mein Sia ke liye ek alag hi aag jal rahi thi.
Arjun (Inner Monologue):
“Yeh performance aisi honi chahiye ki tumhari nazron mein main khuda ban jaaun, Sia.”
Kallu ke saathi ab gusse mein Arjun aur Aryan par ek saath toot pade. Ek gunde ne apni jeb se ek chhota sa chaku nikaal liya. Bheed mein ek cheekh goonji.
Yeh Ravi ne dekh liya tha. Jab sabki nazar Arjun aur Aryan ke show par thi, Ravi ped ki chhaon se nikla. Usne zameen se ek chhota sa patthar uthaya.
Chaku wala gunda Aryan ki taraf badh raha tha. Aryan doosre gunde se uljha hua tha. Isse pele ki woh chaku se vaar kar paata, Ravi ka fenka hua patthar seedhe uske haath par laga. Chaku chhoot kar zameen par gir gaya. Gunda haath pakad kar chilla utha. Kisi ne nahi dekha yeh kisne kiya, siwaye Sia ke, jiski nazar ek pal ke liye Ravi par padi thi.
Ab Arjun aur Aryan ne baaki gundo ko sambhala.
ARYAN: (Gusse mein)
“Chaku nikaalte ho! Itni hi mardangi hai toh aao saamne!”
Arjun do gundo se ek saath ladh raha tha. Woh unke har vaar se bach raha tha, jaise koi dance kar raha ho. Usne ek ke haath ko moda, doosre ko uski taraf dhakka diya, aur phir ek spinning kick se dono ko neeche gira diya.
ARJUN: (Apne kapde jhaadte hue, ek shayarana taane ke saath)
“Suna tha shikaari jungle mein aate hain… Par yeh school hai, yahan hum jaise sher rehte hain. Bhool jaana yeh raasta, yeh chehre… Warna agli baar sirf pachtave ke andhere rahenge.”
Paanch minute ke andar, paanchon gunde zameen par pade karaah rahe the. Aryan gusse mein unpar aur vaar karna chahta tha, par Arjun ne uske kandhe par haath rakh kar use rok liya.
ARJUN:
“Bas, Aryan. Kutto ko itna hi maarte hain ki woh apni gali bhool jayein, jaan se nahi maarte.”
Poora campus ek hi saans mein thama hua tha. Fir… ek zor se goonj uthi awaaz:
“RATHORE! RATHORE! RATHORE!!”
Naare sirf awaaz nahi, ek toofan ki tarah har kone mein phail gaye. Lawn ki ghanti si khamoshi, students ke dil ki dhadkan, aur gundo ke kadam—sab ek saath resonate kar rahe the.
Ladke-jawan, ladkiyan, teachers—sab ki aankhen Arjun aur Aryan par tik gayi. Yeh naara sirf unka power show nahi, ek signal tha: “Campus ke king wahi, jo dare bina khada ho.”
Kallu aur uske saathi jaise-jaise naare sunte gaye, unke kadam dheere padne lage. Jaise poore campus ne unhe ek hi warning de di ho:
“Yahan aane ki himmat mat karna… warna sirf pachtava milega.”
Arjun aur Aryan lawn par khade, ek perfect tableau ban gaye—taaliyon, seetiyon aur naaron ki goonj ke beech. Har ek student ke dil mein bas ek hi baat:
“Yeh Rathore Brothers hain—aur yeh game abhi shuru hua hai.”
Kallu aur uske saathi jaise-taise uthe aur dum daba kar campus se bhaag gaye, jaise unhone bhoot dekh liya ho.
SCENE 4
EXT. CAMPUS LAWN – THE AFTERMATH
Jaise hi gunde bhaage, students ka hujoom Arjun aur Aryan ke paas aa gaya. Dono bhaiyon ne ek doosre ko dekha aur ek vijayi muskaan di. Unhone aaj sirf Sia ko nahi bachaya tha, unhone poore school par apni chhaap chhod di thi.
“Well done, Arjun!” “Aryan bhai, aap best ho!” “Rathore Brothers Zindabad!”
Sameer aur Riya sabse aage the, Arjun ki tareef karte nahi thak rahe the.
Par dono bhaiyon ki nazrein sirf ek hi insaan par thi—Sia.
Sia abhi bhi thoda kaanp rahi thi, lekin uski aankhon mein ab darr ki jagah ek ajeeb si shakti aur gratitude ka bhaav tha.
Arjun sabse pele uske paas pahuncha. Usne apne chehre se gusse ka naqaab utaar kar ek narmi odh li.
ARJUN: (Awaaz mein parwah jhalak rahi thi)
“Sia, tum theek ho? Un logon ne tumhein chot toh nahi pahunchayi?”
Sia (Inner Monologue):
“Yeh wahi ladka hai jiska vishwas mujhe jeetna hai. Dada Sahab sahi the. Yeh mohra zaroori hai.”
SIA: (Halki muskaan ke saath)
“Main theek hoon, Arjun. Shukriya. Agar tum log nahi hote toh…”
Aryan bhi paas aakar khada ho gaya, ek protective bade bhai ki tarah.
ARYAN:
“Aainda koi tumhari taraf aankh utha kar bhi dekhe toh mujhe batana. Uski aankhein nikaal dunga.”
Tabhi, ek shaant par damdaar awaaz ne poore crowd ko chup kara diya.
MS. MEERA KAPOOR:
“That’s enough, everyone! Go back to your classes.”
Ms. Meera Kapoor wahan aa chuki thi. Unke chehre par gussa nahi, par ek ajeeb si authority thi. Unke saath doosre teachers bhi the, jo ab himmat karke bahar aaye the.
MS. MEERA KAPOOR: (Arjun aur Aryan ki taraf dekhte hue)
“Violence is never the answer. Par aaj jo tum logon ne kiya… uske liye school administration tumhara aabhari hai. Still, aapse principal office mein milte hain. Campus mein gundagardi bardaasht nahi ki jayegi, chahe woh bahar walon ki ho ya andar walon ki.”
Unki awaaz mein ek warning bhi thi aur thodi tareef bhi. Woh Sia ke paas aayi.
MS. MEERA KAPOOR: (Sia ke kandhe par haath rakhte hue)
“Are you okay, Sia? Come with me.”
Meera Ma’am ki presence ne Sia ko aur himmat di. Woh unke saath chali gayi. Jaate-jaate usne ek baar palat kar dekha, uski nazrein bheed mein Ravi ko dhoondh rahi thi. Ravi, Amit aur Kabir door ped ke paas khade sab dekh rahe the. Ravi ne kuch nahi kiya, woh aage nahi aaya. Usne bas apni nazron se Sia ko tassalli di.
Ravi chupke se wahan se nikal gaya. Usse bheed aur attention pasand nahi tha. Uska kaam ho chuka tha. Par jaate-jaate uske mann mein ek baat aayi—use ab apne pairo par khada hona hoga. Baba ke paison par woh bojh nahi ban sakta.
SCENE 5
EXT. EK SUNSAAN GALI, MARKET KE PEECHE – RAAT
Raat ke andhere mein, market ke peeche ki ek sunsaan gali, jahan sirf ek bulb jal-bujh raha tha. Yahan-wahan kachre ke dher pade the. Wahin, Kallu aur uske saathi, apne zakhmon par haath phere, khade the. Kallu ke honth se abhi bhi khoon ris raha tha.
CHOTU:
“Bhai, plan toh bas ladki ko chhedne ka tha. Un dono ne toh humein jaan se hi maar diya hota. Tune kaha tha halke mein kaam karna hai.”
KALLU: (Gusse mein)
“Chup kar! Jitna kaha hai utna kar. Paisa mil raha hai na?”
Tabhi, andhere se ek mehengi gaadi aakar ruki. Gaadi ki headlights se poori gali roshan ho gayi. Gaadi se koi utra. Woh Arjun Rathore tha. Par yeh woh school wala charming Arjun nahi tha. Yeh ek alag hi Arjun tha. Uski aankhon mein ab narmi nahi, sirf thandak thi.
ARJUN: (Apni aawaaz badal kar, ekdum thandi)
“Kaam ho gaya?”
KALLU: (Thoda darte hue)
“Haan, Arjun bhai. Jaisa aapne kaha tha, waisa hi kiya. Par aapke bhai ne toh asli mein dhun diya. Plan mein yeh nahi tha.”
Arjun ne apni jeb se paison ki ek moti gaddi nikaali aur Kallu ki taraf fenki.
ARJUN:
“Performance convincing honi chahiye, Kallu. Agar maar asli nahi lagti, toh hero-giri ka ehsaas kaise aata? Aryan ko sach nahi pata, uske liye yeh sab asli tha. Aur Sia… uske liye bhi.”
Kallu ne gaddi uthayi.
KALLU:
“Par bhai, aage kya?”
ARJUN: (Ek khatarnak muskaan ke saath)
“Aage? Aage tum log kuch din dikhoge nahi. Aur jab main kahunga, tab ek aur chhota sa kaam karna hoga. Bhoolna mat, tum log mere liye kaam karte ho.”
Arjun palat kar gaadi ki taraf jaane laga.
KALLU:
“Bhai, samajh nahi aaya. Ek ladki ke liye itna sab kuch?”
Arjun ruka. Woh palta, aur uski aankhein andhere mein chamak uthi.
ARJUN:
“Jo cheez maangne se na mile, Kallu… usse chheen na padta hai. Aur usse chhenne ke liye kabhi kabhi shatranj ki bisat bichhani padti hai. Woh gunde… tum the. Par hero… main tha.” “Yeh toh ishq ki pehli chaal thi. Abhi toh poori baazi baaki hai.”
Arjun gaadi mein baithkar chala gaya. Kallu aur uske saathi bas usse jaate hue dekhte rahe. Arjun ka asli chehra, uski asli planning, ab is andheri gali ke raaz mein dafan ho chuki thi. Sia ko bachane ka yeh poora khel, uska apna hi racha hua tha—sirf usse apni taraf attract karne ki pehli sidi.
SCENE 6
EXT. LOCAL MARKET, NEAR CAMPUS – A DIFFERENT PATH
School ke baad, Ravi hostel nahi gaya. Woh paas ke Lajpat Nagar market ki bheed-bhaad wali galiyon mein ghoom raha tha. Uske dimaag mein apne baba ka thaka hua chehra ghoom raha tha.
Ravi (Inner Monologue):
“Baba ne apni poori zindagi zameen mein mehnat karke guzaar di, taaki main yahan padh sakun. Unke paseene ki kamayi ko main apne shauk par nahi uda sakta. Mujhe khud kuch karna hoga.”
Woh har dukaan par "Helper Needed" ya "Staff Required" ka board dhoondh raha tha. Chal-te chalte woh ek purani si building ke basement mein bane ek cyber cafe ke saamne ruka. Board par likha tha—"GUPTA CYBER CAFÉ". Neeche ek chhota sa haath se likha poster chipka tha—"Part-time staff ki zaroorat hai. Shaam 4 se 7."
Ravi seedhiyan utar kar neeche chala gaya. Andar thoda andhera tha. Counter par ek 40-45 saal ke aadmi baithe the, jinka naam Mr. Roshan Gupta tha.
MR. GUPTA:
“Haan bhai, kitne ghante ka plan hai?”
RAVI:
“Sir, main yahan kaam ke liye poochne aaya tha.”
Mr. Gupta ne chashme ke upar se Ravi ko dekha.
MR. GUPTA:
“Student ho? Padhai-likhai chhod kar kaam kyun karna hai?”
RAVI:
“Padhai nahi chhodni, sir. Bas zimmedari uthani hai.”
Mr. Gupta usse kuch der ghoorte rahe.
MR. GUPTA:
“Theek hai. Shaam 4 se 7. Mahine ka 12,000 milega. Manzoor hai?”
RAVI: (Chehre par ek sukoon bhari muskaan ke saath)
“Ji, manzoor hai. Kab se shuru kar sakta hoon?”
MR. GUPTA:
“Kal se aa jaana.”
Ravi ne shukriya kaha aur bahar nikal aaya. Aaj usne sirf ek job nahi, aatm-nirbhar hone ki taraf apna pehla kadam uthaya tha.
SCENE 7
INT. SCHOOL LIBRARY – WHISPERS OF A DEEPER GAME
Agle din, library ki khamoshi mein, Sia ek kone mein baithi thi. Tabhi uska phone vibrate hua. Ek unknown number.
SIA:
“Hello?”, pranaam Dada Sahab…
OLD MAN (DADA SAHAB):
Pranaam , vijayi bhaba…“Sia beti, kya tum uss se mile? Kaise hai wo? Achhe toh hai na?”
SIA:
“Hmm, Dada Sahab. Achhe hain, bahot achhe. Lekin khatre se ghire hue hain.”
Dada SAHAB:
“Ussi khatre ko toh tum door karne gayi ho. Apne maqsad ko kabhi mat bhoolna… aur haan, thoda dikhao, Sia. Arjun ka vishwas jeetna zaroori hai. Woh humari manzil ka sabse zaroori mohra hai.”
SIA:
“Main koshish kar rahi hoon, Dada Sahab.”
Phone cut. Sia ki masoom aankhon mein ab ek ajeeb si kashmakash aur suspenseful jazbaat thi.
Ek pal ke liye, library ki khamoshi mein, uski nazar door ki khidki se aa rahi halki roshni par ruk gayi, jaise kuch chhupa hua dekh raha ho.
Halka sa patthar girta hua, ya kisi ka pehla kadam…
SCENE 8
INT. HOSTEL ROOM & ROOFTOP – NIGHT, FRIENDSHIP, AND SHADOWS
Ussi raat, hostel ke Room No. 214 mein alag hi mahaul tha.
KABIR:
“Aaj toh dil garden-garden ho gaya, bhai! Gundo ko kya dhoya hai un Rathore Brothers ne!”
Thodi der baad, jab sab so gaye, Ravi chupke se hostel ki chhat par chala gaya. Tabhi use ehsaas hua… koi use dekh raha hai. Chhat ke doosre kone mein, paani ki tanki ke peeche ek parchhayi thi. Ravi jab tak us taraf badhta, parchhayi andhere mein gayab ho chuki thi. Par zameen par ek cheez reh gayi thi.
Ek purani, black-and-white tasveer.
Tasveer mein ek 5-saal ka bachha tha—woh khud tha. Aur uske saath ek choti si ladki.
Ravi ki saansein tez ho gayi. Yeh tasveer… yeh ladki… uske bhule hue ateet ka hissa thi.
SCENE 9
INT. CLASSROOM – NEW ARRIVALS AND FUTURE CONFLICTS
Agle din, class shuru hone hi wali thi ki darwaza khula. Ms. Meera Kapoor ke saath ek nayi ladki andar aayi.
MS. MEERA KAPOOR:
“Students, meet your new classmate, Alisha. She has transferred from Mumbai.”
CHARACTER INTRODUCTION – ALISHA
Usi waqt, Principal Malhotra ki awaaz school ke intercom system par goonji.
SCENE 10
EXT. SCHOOL CAMPUS – THE ANNOUNCEMENT
PRINCIPAL :
“Attention, students! Parso shaam, hamare school auditorium mein ‘Freshers’ Welcome Ceremony’ ka aayojan kiya jayega.”
Announcement sunte hi poori class mein excitement ki leher daud gayi.
Alisha aakar Ravi ke bagal wali khaali seat par baith gayi.
ALISHA: (Dheemi, meethi awaaz mein, sirf Ravi ko sunayi de)
“Suna hai yahan bade toofan aate rehte hain. Interesting.”
Ravi ne palat kar use dekha. Uski aankhon mein ek anjaan si pehchaan thi.
Freshers’ party ka ailaan ho chuka tha. Campus mein ek nayi ladki ki entry ho chuki thi. Aur Ravi, Arjun aur Sia ki kahani mein ek naya, anjaana mod aa chuka tha.
Khel abhi shuru hi hua tha.
SCENE 11
EXT. SCHOOL CAMPUS – SUNSET, SHADOWS AND WHISPERS
Suraj dheere-dheere horizon ke peeche ghus raha tha, aur campus ke lambe shadows zameen par lamba sa rang chhod rahe the. Har ped, har ghanti, aur har building ek ajeeb si khamoshi mein lipti hui thi—jaise khud campus bhi apne aane wale toofan ki saans rok raha ho.
Ravi, Sia aur Arjun, har ek alag-apne corner mein khade, apni apni soch mein doobe the. Aur Alisha… woh ab bhi Ravi ke bagal mein baithi, uski aankhon mein kuch anjaana, kuch raaz bhara tha.
RAVI (Inner Monologue, halki shayari ke saath):
"Dhundli si raahon mein kadam mere,
Aur ek anjaan nazar jo saath chale…
Kya yeh sirf dosti hai, ya kuch gehra sa khel,
Jo pal do pal mein hi kahani mein rang bhar de?"
SIA (Inner Monologue):
"Campus ki shaanti ab dhadkan ban gayi hai,
Har nigaah ek nayi pehchaan dhund rahi hai…
Par kaun hai asli shikari, aur kaun hai shikar…?
Yeh to sirf waqt hi bata sakega."
Arjun ki aankhen Alisha aur Ravi ke beech chal rahi thi, jaise woh kisi invisible chessboard par chal rahe hain—har kadam, har muskaan, ek strategy ka hissa.
Aur tab… ek halki si awaz, door se campus ke peechhe ki building se, goonji:
UNKNOWN VOICE (faint, mysterious):
"Sab kuch dikh raha hai… aur kuch… abhi bhi chhupa hai."
Campus ka mahaul aur gehra sa ho gaya, aur hawa ek ajeeb sa suspense le kar chalti rahi.
RAVI (Inner Monologue, thoda ghabrahat ke saath):
"Yeh sirf ek shuruat hai…
Aur jo kuch bhi aane wala hai,
Woh dosti, ishq aur takraav… sabse zyada khatarnak hai."
Alisha ke chehre par ek halki si muskaan, Ravi ki taraf, par us muskaan mein ek chhupi hui planning aur raaz tha. Arjun ki aankhen Sia par, par woh bhi jaanta tha ki kuch aur bhi is khel mein ghus chuka hai.
"Toofan abhi aane wala hai…
Par sawaal yeh hai—kaun jeetega, kaun hara, aur kaun khud apni pehchaan bhool jayega?"
“Jitni khamoshi, utna bada toofan… jahan nazrein takrate hain, wahan sirf lafz nahi, takraav bhi bolta hai. Ishq ke aage raaz sharmaye, dosti bhi jung ka hissa ban jaye… aur aaj ki shaanti kal ke tufaan ki pehli ghoonj hai, har raaz ab khulne ko taiyaar hai.”
CONFLICT LINES / CONNECTIONS
Aur ab, hamari kahani ka safar yahin rukta nahi… Har nazar, har muskaan aur har raaz ek naye khel ki taraf ishara kar raha hai.
Padhte rahiye, kyunki yeh toofan abhi bas shuru hua hai… Aur aap hi decide karenge:
Kaun jeetega dilon ki jung? Kaun raazon ke peeche chhupa hai? Aur kaun banega is khel ka asli hero?
Har update ke saath, jawab aapke samne khulenge… par sirf itna hi bata sakte hain—khel abhi sirf shuruaat hai.
SCENE 1
EXT. DELHI HIGHER SECONDARY SCHOOL – CAMPUS LAWN – DOPEHAR
Dilli ki dopehar ka suraj naram tha, jaise aasman ne ek sunehri-kesariya, bhaari kaam wali shaadi ki chunari odh li ho. Delhi Higher Secondary School ka sprawling lawn hari makhmal sa bichha tha, jis par kahin-kahin amaltas ke peele phool bikhre hue the, jaise zameen par sitaare utar aaye hon. Hawa mein taazi kati ghaas ki mehak, canteen se aati garma-garam samose aur adrak wali chai ki khushboo mein ghul rahi thi. Mahaul mein ek ajeeb si, hadd se zyada shaanti thi—woh shaanti jo aksar kisi bade toofan se pehle samundar par chha jaati hai. Ek aisi khamoshi jo cheekh kar aane wale khatre ka ailaan kar rahi thi. Ek aisi khamoshi jo aankhon se na dikhne wali, par dil ke kone mein ghabrahat ka aalam daal de.
Lawn ke ek kone mein, ek vishaal gulmohar ke ped ki ghani chhaon tale, Ravi, Amit aur Kabir baithe the. Unke beech aadhi khaali samose ki plate aur chai ke kulhad rakhe the. Kabir, hamesha ki tarah, poori tarah se apne samose mein dooba hua tha, aankhein band karke har bite ka anand le raha tha, jaise koi sadhu tapasya mein leen ho.
KABIR: (Aakhri bite ko muh mein rakhte hue, ek ajeeb se santosh ke saath)
“Bhai, sach keh raha hoon… hostel ke aloo parathe aur yeh lawn mein beth ke samosa aur chai… inhi do cheezon ne Dilli mein jeena aasaan kar rakha hai. Yeh samose nahi, emotion hai emotion! Par aaj… aaj kuch ajeeb sa feel ho raha hai. Itni shaanti… daal mein kuch kaala nahi, poori daal hi kaali lag rahi hai. Mera ‘trouble-o-meter’ tarr-tarr kar raha hai. Aisa lag raha hai jaise campus ke har kone mein koi chhupi hui nigaah hai.”
Amit ne apne mote frame wale chashme ko naak par theek karte hue kitaab se nazar uthayi. Woh hamesha ki tarah, ek physics ki reference book mein uljha hua tha. Uske liye duniya numbers aur formulas ka ek khel thi, par aaj uski aankhon mein bhi chhupi hui ghabrahat thi.
AMIT:
“Tera ‘trouble-o-meter’ nahi, Kabir, woh tere pet mein gas ka gola hai jo samose ke baad high-frequency par vibrate kar raha hai. Par haan, logic ke hisaab se, yeh ek unstable equilibrium hai. Ek aisi shaanti jise todne ke liye bas ek chhota sa external force kaafi hai. Aur campus mein, sabse bada external force Rathore Brothers hain, jo abhi shaant hain. Newton ka third law sirf physics mein nahi, zindagi mein bhi apply hota hai. For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. Abhi ‘action’ shaanti hai, toh iska ‘reaction’ zaroor koi hungama hoga.”
Ravi, jo apni purani leather-bound diary mein kuch likh raha tha, ne bina nazar uthaye ek gehri saans li. Uski kalam ruk gayi thi. Usne aasman ki taraf dekha, jahan ek akela baaz gol-gol chakkar laga raha tha, jaise kisi shikaar ki talaash mein ho.
RAVI: (Dheemi, aane wale kal ko dekhti awaaz mein)
“Toofan aane se pehle samundar hamesha khamosh ho jaata hai, Amit. Yeh khamoshi usi toofan ka ishara hai. Hawa ka rukh badalne wala hai. Aur jab hawa ka rukh badalta hai, toh kayi purane patte jhad jaate hain aur kuch nayi kahaniyan shuru hoti hain. Mujhe ajeeb sa lag raha hai, jaise koi anjaani nigahein humein dekh rahi hain. Kuch hone wala hai… aur is baar sirf baatein nahi… jung hogi.”
Kabir aur Amit ne ek doosre ko dekha. Ravi ki aisi philosophical baatein unke liye nayi nahi thi, par aaj uski awaaz mein ek alag sa vazan tha, ek anjaani si aahat.
Usi pal, thodi doori par campus ke ‘elite’ group ki hansi goonji. Arjun Rathore, school ka astitva, apne do-teen chamchon ke saath khada tha.
CHARACTER INTRODUCTION: ARJUN'S ENTOURAGE
Arjun school ka undisputed king tha. Uske saath khade the uske 4 loyal dost, jo uski parchhayi ki tarah the:
- Sameer: Arjun ka shadow. Patla, chashmish, par dimaag se tez. Arjun ke har ishaare ko samajhta aur uski har baat mein haan mein haan milata.
- Virat: Muscles aur attitude ka combination. Campus ka bodybuilder, jiske liye har masle ka hal zor-azmaish thi. Thoda arrogant, par Arjun ke liye jaan dene ko taiyaar.
- Rishi: Sharp mind aur sarcastic tone. Hamesha chup rehkar sab kuch observe karta. Uski nazron se kuch nahi chhupta tha.
- Karan: Stylish aur confident. Campus ke har fashion trend ko follow karta. Uske liye life ek party thi.
- Riya: Ek stylish ladki jiski nazrein hamesha Arjun par hi tiki rehti thi, jaise woh uski duniya ka kendra ho.
Riya (Inner Monologue):
"Campus ka king… aur Sia… phir bhi dil ki dhadkan mere words ke peeche reaction de rahi hai. Chalo, thodi masti toh banti hai."
Riya, apne designer bag ko adjust karte hue Arjun ke paas aayi, ek confident smile ke saath:
RIYA: (thodi flirting tone mein)
“Arjun, tum seriously uss nayi ladki, Sia, mein itna interested ho? I mean, she is… fine, but aisi behenji type hai. Na style, na class. Tumhare level ki nahi hai. Tum jaise ladke ke liye… thodi sparkle, thodi thrill, thodi… jaadu honi chahiye, na?” Tumhe toh koi supermodel type ladki suit karegi.”
Arjun ne ek ajeeb si shayari style muskaan ke saath Riya ki taraf dekha, par uski aankhein lawn ke doosre chhor par aati Sia ko dhoondh rahi thi.
ARJUN (Shayari):
"Aankhon ki gehraai mein koi raaz chhupa hai, Har muskaan mein ek naya paigham hai. Campus ke saare nazare yahan ruk jaate hain… Aur main… bas un raaz ko samajhne ki koshish karta hoon."
ARJUN:
“Riya, class aur style kapdon se nahi, aakhon se jhalakti hai. Kuch chehron mein aisi saadgi hoti hai… jiske aage duniya ki har chamak pheeki pad jaati hai. Woh shant paani jaisi hai, gehraayi ka andaaza lagana mushkil hai. Aur mujhe mushkil cheezein pasand hain.”
Arjun ki iss baat se Riya ka chehra utar gaya.
SAMEER (whispering to Arjun):
“Bhai, ye Riya clearly tumhare taraf attract ho rahi hai. Move smartly.”
VIRAT (muscles flex, teasing):
“Hahaha… aur agar kisi ne Riya ke saath kuch kiya, toh main pehle line mein hoon!”
RISHI:
“Bhai, campus ka game thoda interesting hone wala hai. Sparks dekh raha hoon.”
KARAN:
“Arjun… tumhari charm aur Riya ka tease… combo hi mast lagega.”
Riya ne ek playful glance dali, jaise quietly challenge kar rahi ho: “Tumhare dil ki dhadkan ab meri baaton par react karegi… ya tum bas Sia ke peeche rahoge?”
Arjun ne halka sa smile diya, phir shayari style mein:
ARJUN (Shayari):
"Jahan tu chalti hai, wahaan hawa bhi ruk jaati hai, Aur main… bas apni nazar se raaste roshan karta hoon. Na jaane kis mod par yeh kissa khatam hoga, Par yeh sure hai… ke kuch toofan abhi aane wala hai."
Par Arjun ki nazrein Sia par hi tiki thi.
SAMEER:
“Chhodo yeh sab, Arjun bhai. Freshers’ party aa rahi hai, uski planning karte hain. Aap hi toh King banoge, hamesha ki tarah. Aur Queen…” (usne Riya ki taraf ishaara kiya).
Us taraf Ravi ne bhi apni diary band karke Sia ki taraf dekha. Ek pal ke liye uski aur Arjun ki nazrein hawa mein takrayi—ek ankahee jung ka ailaan hua. Dono ke beech ek aisi khamosh rivalry thi, jo lafzon se nahi, sirf nazron se bayaan hoti thi.
Aur tabhi, Amit ki kahi baat sach ho gayi. ‘Collision’ ka waqt aa gaya tha.
SCENE 2
EXT. CAMPUS GATE – THE INTRUSION
Campus ka bada lohe ka gate, jahan security guard hamesha mustaid rehta tha, aaj khula ka khula tha. Guard, Ramlal Kaka, paas ke thele par chai peene gaya tha. Yeh mauka dekhkar, paanch awara kism ke ladke campus ke andar ghus aaye. Unke kapde maile-kuchele, baal bikhre hue, aur aankhon mein ek besharmi wali chamak thi. Woh saaf-saaf bahar ke local gunde lag rahe the.
Unka leader, ek lamba sa ladka jiska naam Kallu tha, ne ek gandi si seeti maari aur apne saathi, Chotu, ki peeth par thapki di.
KALLU: (campus ko ghoorte hue, grin ke saath)
“Arrey oye, dekho toh! School nahi, jannat hai yeh. Ek se badhkar ek pariyan hain yahan. Lagta hai aaj ka din yahin banega.”
CHOTU: (gandi hansi ke saath)
“Haan bhai, suna hai bade baap ki auladein padhti hain yahan… Thodi masti ho jaye, kya bolte ho?”
Unki awaaz sunkar aas-paas ke students uncomfortable ho gaye. Ladkiyon ne apne dupatte theek kar liye aur raasta badal liya. Kuch ladke jo cricket khel rahe the, woh bhi ruk kar unhe ghoorne lage, par koi aage aane ki himmat nahi kar raha tha. Gundo ka hausla aur badh gaya. Unhone ek junior ladki ko roka, uske haath se cold drink ki bottle chheen li aur gatak gaye. Ladki darr ke maare bhaag gayi.
Campus mein ek darr aur ghabrahat ka mahaul phail gaya. Staff ke log office ki khidkiyon se jhaank rahe the, par koi aage aane se katra raha tha.
Aur tabhi, Kallu ki nazar akele aa rahi Sia par padi. Sia unhe dekhkar thoda thethak gayi. Usne raasta badalne ki koshish ki, par gunde uska raasta rok kar khade ho gaye.
KALLU: (Ek gandi muskaan ke saath, Sia ke saamne aakar)
“Arrey, itni jaldi kya hai, madam? Thodi baat-cheet toh kar lo. Naam kya hai tumhara, husn-pari?”
Sia (Inner Monologue):
“Shaant reh, Sia. Ghabrana nahi. Dada Sahab ne kaha tha, har chunauti ka saamna himmat se karna hai. Yeh bhi ek chunauti hai.”
Sia ne kuch nahi kaha. Uski muthiyan bheench gayi thi. Aankhon mein darr tha, par us darr ke neeche ek aag bhi dabi hui thi. Usne unhe ignore karke side se nikalne ki koshish ki.
Ek gunde ne aage badhkar uski kitaab par haath rakh diya.
GUNDA 2:
“Badi padhaku lagti ho. Humein bhi kuch padha do. Pyaar ka chapter.”
SIA: (Thodi kaanpti par mazboot awaaz mein)
“Haath hatao. Aur raasta chhodo.”
KALLU: (Haste hue)
“Oho, sherni bhi hai. Awaaz mein toh bada dum hai. Par dekhte hain, dum kitni der tikta hai.”
Kallu ne aage badhkar Sia ka dupatta kheenchne ki koshish ki. Ek pal ke liye poore campus mein saansen ruk gayi. Sia ki aankhein darr se phail gayi. Uska chehra safed pad gaya.
Aur usi pal… do alag-alag dishaon se do awaazein toofan ki tarah goonji.
“OYYYEEE!”
Yeh Aryan Rathore tha, jo gym se aa raha tha, uske muscles pasine se chamak rahe the, har step se ground vibrate ho rahi thi.
“HIMMAT KAISE HUI TERI?!” “APNI AUKAAT BHOOL GAYA KYA?!”
Yeh Arjun Rathore tha, jo apne doston ke saath khada tha, uski aankhon mein ab woh shayarana andaaz nahi, ek jwala thi jo sab kuch jala kar raakh kar sakti thi.
Dono bhai ek saath, do alag dishaon se, shikaari ki tarah gundo ki taraf badhe. Pure campus ki nazar ab un par thi.
KALLU: (harrassed, gunda group ko dekh kar)
“Arrey… yeh… dono… Rathore…?”
ARYAN:
“Campus mein shanti ko dar aur chori se nahi, shaurya se todte hain. Samjhe?”
ARJUN (Shayari style, aankhein gundo par):
"Na dikhne do humari narmi… na samjho humari cheekh, Har shikaar ka hisaab hai… aur yeh, tumhara akhri din hai aaj!"
KALLU:
“Bada hero ban raha hai, hero-giri nikaal dunga!”
SCENE 3
EXT. CAMPUS LAWN – THE SHOWDOWN
Hawa theher gayi. Samay jaise ruk sa gaya. Jo agle paanch minute mein hua, woh Delhi Higher Secondary School ke students ki yaadon mein hamesha ke liye kaid ho gaya. Yeh sirf ek ladai nahi thi; yeh power, ego aur insaaf ka ek brutal aur cinematic pradarshan tha. Yeh Rathore Brothers ka power show tha.
Aryan, ek ghayal sher ki tarah dahaadta hua, seedhe uss gunde par toota jisne Sia ka dupatta pakda tha. Woh ek trained boxer tha, aur uske har punch mein barood bhara tha.
ARYAN: (Ek zabardast hook punch gunde ke jabde par maarte hue, jiski ‘crack’ ki awaaz door tak sunayi di)
“School ko apni jaagir samajh rakha hai kya, saalon?! Yeh Rathore ka ilaaka hai! Yahan parinde bhi humse pooch kar par maarte hain!” “Rathore ke naam se chalta hai yeh sheher… aur tumne ussi naam ke saamne ek ladki ko haath lagaya?!”
Gunda ladkhada kar neeche gir gaya, muh se khoon tapakne laga. Doosre gunde Aryan ki taraf badhe, par woh taiyaar tha. Usne ek ke punch ko dodge kiya, uski gardan pakdi aur use doosre gunde se takra diya. Dono zameen par.
Doosri taraf se Arjun ki entry kisi film hero se kam nahi thi. Usne apna designer blazer utaar kar Riya ki taraf uchhala aur ek ajeeb si shaanti ke saath aage badha. Uski har chaal mein ek grace, ek style tha. Usne Kallu par ek flying kick maari, jo itni tez aur precise thi ki Kallu kuch samajh paata, usse pele woh hawa mein tha aur agle hi pal zameen par. Arjun sirf dimaag se hi nahi, martial arts mein bhi mahir tha.
ARJUN: (Kallu ka collar pakad kar, usse zameen se uthate hue, awaaz thandi par khatarnak)
“Ek ladki ki izzat par haath daalne se pele socha nahi… ki anjaam kya hoga?”
Usne Kallu ko hawa mein ghuma kar apne saathiyon ke upar patak diya. Arjun ke dil mein Sia ke liye ek alag hi aag jal rahi thi.
Arjun (Inner Monologue):
“Yeh performance aisi honi chahiye ki tumhari nazron mein main khuda ban jaaun, Sia.”
Kallu ke saathi ab gusse mein Arjun aur Aryan par ek saath toot pade. Ek gunde ne apni jeb se ek chhota sa chaku nikaal liya. Bheed mein ek cheekh goonji.
Yeh Ravi ne dekh liya tha. Jab sabki nazar Arjun aur Aryan ke show par thi, Ravi ped ki chhaon se nikla. Usne zameen se ek chhota sa patthar uthaya.
Chaku wala gunda Aryan ki taraf badh raha tha. Aryan doosre gunde se uljha hua tha. Isse pele ki woh chaku se vaar kar paata, Ravi ka fenka hua patthar seedhe uske haath par laga. Chaku chhoot kar zameen par gir gaya. Gunda haath pakad kar chilla utha. Kisi ne nahi dekha yeh kisne kiya, siwaye Sia ke, jiski nazar ek pal ke liye Ravi par padi thi.
Ab Arjun aur Aryan ne baaki gundo ko sambhala.
ARYAN: (Gusse mein)
“Chaku nikaalte ho! Itni hi mardangi hai toh aao saamne!”
Arjun do gundo se ek saath ladh raha tha. Woh unke har vaar se bach raha tha, jaise koi dance kar raha ho. Usne ek ke haath ko moda, doosre ko uski taraf dhakka diya, aur phir ek spinning kick se dono ko neeche gira diya.
ARJUN: (Apne kapde jhaadte hue, ek shayarana taane ke saath)
“Suna tha shikaari jungle mein aate hain… Par yeh school hai, yahan hum jaise sher rehte hain. Bhool jaana yeh raasta, yeh chehre… Warna agli baar sirf pachtave ke andhere rahenge.”
Paanch minute ke andar, paanchon gunde zameen par pade karaah rahe the. Aryan gusse mein unpar aur vaar karna chahta tha, par Arjun ne uske kandhe par haath rakh kar use rok liya.
ARJUN:
“Bas, Aryan. Kutto ko itna hi maarte hain ki woh apni gali bhool jayein, jaan se nahi maarte.”
Poora campus ek hi saans mein thama hua tha. Fir… ek zor se goonj uthi awaaz:
“RATHORE! RATHORE! RATHORE!!”
Naare sirf awaaz nahi, ek toofan ki tarah har kone mein phail gaye. Lawn ki ghanti si khamoshi, students ke dil ki dhadkan, aur gundo ke kadam—sab ek saath resonate kar rahe the.
Ladke-jawan, ladkiyan, teachers—sab ki aankhen Arjun aur Aryan par tik gayi. Yeh naara sirf unka power show nahi, ek signal tha: “Campus ke king wahi, jo dare bina khada ho.”
Kallu aur uske saathi jaise-jaise naare sunte gaye, unke kadam dheere padne lage. Jaise poore campus ne unhe ek hi warning de di ho:
“Yahan aane ki himmat mat karna… warna sirf pachtava milega.”
Arjun aur Aryan lawn par khade, ek perfect tableau ban gaye—taaliyon, seetiyon aur naaron ki goonj ke beech. Har ek student ke dil mein bas ek hi baat:
“Yeh Rathore Brothers hain—aur yeh game abhi shuru hua hai.”
Kallu aur uske saathi jaise-taise uthe aur dum daba kar campus se bhaag gaye, jaise unhone bhoot dekh liya ho.
SCENE 4
EXT. CAMPUS LAWN – THE AFTERMATH
Jaise hi gunde bhaage, students ka hujoom Arjun aur Aryan ke paas aa gaya. Dono bhaiyon ne ek doosre ko dekha aur ek vijayi muskaan di. Unhone aaj sirf Sia ko nahi bachaya tha, unhone poore school par apni chhaap chhod di thi.
“Well done, Arjun!” “Aryan bhai, aap best ho!” “Rathore Brothers Zindabad!”
Sameer aur Riya sabse aage the, Arjun ki tareef karte nahi thak rahe the.
Par dono bhaiyon ki nazrein sirf ek hi insaan par thi—Sia.
Sia abhi bhi thoda kaanp rahi thi, lekin uski aankhon mein ab darr ki jagah ek ajeeb si shakti aur gratitude ka bhaav tha.
Arjun sabse pele uske paas pahuncha. Usne apne chehre se gusse ka naqaab utaar kar ek narmi odh li.
ARJUN: (Awaaz mein parwah jhalak rahi thi)
“Sia, tum theek ho? Un logon ne tumhein chot toh nahi pahunchayi?”
Sia (Inner Monologue):
“Yeh wahi ladka hai jiska vishwas mujhe jeetna hai. Dada Sahab sahi the. Yeh mohra zaroori hai.”
SIA: (Halki muskaan ke saath)
“Main theek hoon, Arjun. Shukriya. Agar tum log nahi hote toh…”
Aryan bhi paas aakar khada ho gaya, ek protective bade bhai ki tarah.
ARYAN:
“Aainda koi tumhari taraf aankh utha kar bhi dekhe toh mujhe batana. Uski aankhein nikaal dunga.”
Tabhi, ek shaant par damdaar awaaz ne poore crowd ko chup kara diya.
MS. MEERA KAPOOR:
“That’s enough, everyone! Go back to your classes.”
Ms. Meera Kapoor wahan aa chuki thi. Unke chehre par gussa nahi, par ek ajeeb si authority thi. Unke saath doosre teachers bhi the, jo ab himmat karke bahar aaye the.
MS. MEERA KAPOOR: (Arjun aur Aryan ki taraf dekhte hue)
“Violence is never the answer. Par aaj jo tum logon ne kiya… uske liye school administration tumhara aabhari hai. Still, aapse principal office mein milte hain. Campus mein gundagardi bardaasht nahi ki jayegi, chahe woh bahar walon ki ho ya andar walon ki.”
Unki awaaz mein ek warning bhi thi aur thodi tareef bhi. Woh Sia ke paas aayi.
MS. MEERA KAPOOR: (Sia ke kandhe par haath rakhte hue)
“Are you okay, Sia? Come with me.”
Meera Ma’am ki presence ne Sia ko aur himmat di. Woh unke saath chali gayi. Jaate-jaate usne ek baar palat kar dekha, uski nazrein bheed mein Ravi ko dhoondh rahi thi. Ravi, Amit aur Kabir door ped ke paas khade sab dekh rahe the. Ravi ne kuch nahi kiya, woh aage nahi aaya. Usne bas apni nazron se Sia ko tassalli di.
Ravi chupke se wahan se nikal gaya. Usse bheed aur attention pasand nahi tha. Uska kaam ho chuka tha. Par jaate-jaate uske mann mein ek baat aayi—use ab apne pairo par khada hona hoga. Baba ke paison par woh bojh nahi ban sakta.
SCENE 5
EXT. EK SUNSAAN GALI, MARKET KE PEECHE – RAAT
Raat ke andhere mein, market ke peeche ki ek sunsaan gali, jahan sirf ek bulb jal-bujh raha tha. Yahan-wahan kachre ke dher pade the. Wahin, Kallu aur uske saathi, apne zakhmon par haath phere, khade the. Kallu ke honth se abhi bhi khoon ris raha tha.
CHOTU:
“Bhai, plan toh bas ladki ko chhedne ka tha. Un dono ne toh humein jaan se hi maar diya hota. Tune kaha tha halke mein kaam karna hai.”
KALLU: (Gusse mein)
“Chup kar! Jitna kaha hai utna kar. Paisa mil raha hai na?”
Tabhi, andhere se ek mehengi gaadi aakar ruki. Gaadi ki headlights se poori gali roshan ho gayi. Gaadi se koi utra. Woh Arjun Rathore tha. Par yeh woh school wala charming Arjun nahi tha. Yeh ek alag hi Arjun tha. Uski aankhon mein ab narmi nahi, sirf thandak thi.
ARJUN: (Apni aawaaz badal kar, ekdum thandi)
“Kaam ho gaya?”
KALLU: (Thoda darte hue)
“Haan, Arjun bhai. Jaisa aapne kaha tha, waisa hi kiya. Par aapke bhai ne toh asli mein dhun diya. Plan mein yeh nahi tha.”
Arjun ne apni jeb se paison ki ek moti gaddi nikaali aur Kallu ki taraf fenki.
ARJUN:
“Performance convincing honi chahiye, Kallu. Agar maar asli nahi lagti, toh hero-giri ka ehsaas kaise aata? Aryan ko sach nahi pata, uske liye yeh sab asli tha. Aur Sia… uske liye bhi.”
Kallu ne gaddi uthayi.
KALLU:
“Par bhai, aage kya?”
ARJUN: (Ek khatarnak muskaan ke saath)
“Aage? Aage tum log kuch din dikhoge nahi. Aur jab main kahunga, tab ek aur chhota sa kaam karna hoga. Bhoolna mat, tum log mere liye kaam karte ho.”
Arjun palat kar gaadi ki taraf jaane laga.
KALLU:
“Bhai, samajh nahi aaya. Ek ladki ke liye itna sab kuch?”
Arjun ruka. Woh palta, aur uski aankhein andhere mein chamak uthi.
ARJUN:
“Jo cheez maangne se na mile, Kallu… usse chheen na padta hai. Aur usse chhenne ke liye kabhi kabhi shatranj ki bisat bichhani padti hai. Woh gunde… tum the. Par hero… main tha.” “Yeh toh ishq ki pehli chaal thi. Abhi toh poori baazi baaki hai.”
Arjun gaadi mein baithkar chala gaya. Kallu aur uske saathi bas usse jaate hue dekhte rahe. Arjun ka asli chehra, uski asli planning, ab is andheri gali ke raaz mein dafan ho chuki thi. Sia ko bachane ka yeh poora khel, uska apna hi racha hua tha—sirf usse apni taraf attract karne ki pehli sidi.
SCENE 6
EXT. LOCAL MARKET, NEAR CAMPUS – A DIFFERENT PATH
School ke baad, Ravi hostel nahi gaya. Woh paas ke Lajpat Nagar market ki bheed-bhaad wali galiyon mein ghoom raha tha. Uske dimaag mein apne baba ka thaka hua chehra ghoom raha tha.
Ravi (Inner Monologue):
“Baba ne apni poori zindagi zameen mein mehnat karke guzaar di, taaki main yahan padh sakun. Unke paseene ki kamayi ko main apne shauk par nahi uda sakta. Mujhe khud kuch karna hoga.”
Woh har dukaan par "Helper Needed" ya "Staff Required" ka board dhoondh raha tha. Chal-te chalte woh ek purani si building ke basement mein bane ek cyber cafe ke saamne ruka. Board par likha tha—"GUPTA CYBER CAFÉ". Neeche ek chhota sa haath se likha poster chipka tha—"Part-time staff ki zaroorat hai. Shaam 4 se 7."
Ravi seedhiyan utar kar neeche chala gaya. Andar thoda andhera tha. Counter par ek 40-45 saal ke aadmi baithe the, jinka naam Mr. Roshan Gupta tha.
MR. GUPTA:
“Haan bhai, kitne ghante ka plan hai?”
RAVI:
“Sir, main yahan kaam ke liye poochne aaya tha.”
Mr. Gupta ne chashme ke upar se Ravi ko dekha.
MR. GUPTA:
“Student ho? Padhai-likhai chhod kar kaam kyun karna hai?”
RAVI:
“Padhai nahi chhodni, sir. Bas zimmedari uthani hai.”
Mr. Gupta usse kuch der ghoorte rahe.
MR. GUPTA:
“Theek hai. Shaam 4 se 7. Mahine ka 12,000 milega. Manzoor hai?”
RAVI: (Chehre par ek sukoon bhari muskaan ke saath)
“Ji, manzoor hai. Kab se shuru kar sakta hoon?”
MR. GUPTA:
“Kal se aa jaana.”
Ravi ne shukriya kaha aur bahar nikal aaya. Aaj usne sirf ek job nahi, aatm-nirbhar hone ki taraf apna pehla kadam uthaya tha.
SCENE 7
INT. SCHOOL LIBRARY – WHISPERS OF A DEEPER GAME
Agle din, library ki khamoshi mein, Sia ek kone mein baithi thi. Tabhi uska phone vibrate hua. Ek unknown number.
SIA:
“Hello?”, pranaam Dada Sahab…
OLD MAN (DADA SAHAB):
Pranaam , vijayi bhaba…“Sia beti, kya tum uss se mile? Kaise hai wo? Achhe toh hai na?”
SIA:
“Hmm, Dada Sahab. Achhe hain, bahot achhe. Lekin khatre se ghire hue hain.”
Dada SAHAB:
“Ussi khatre ko toh tum door karne gayi ho. Apne maqsad ko kabhi mat bhoolna… aur haan, thoda dikhao, Sia. Arjun ka vishwas jeetna zaroori hai. Woh humari manzil ka sabse zaroori mohra hai.”
SIA:
“Main koshish kar rahi hoon, Dada Sahab.”
Phone cut. Sia ki masoom aankhon mein ab ek ajeeb si kashmakash aur suspenseful jazbaat thi.
Ek pal ke liye, library ki khamoshi mein, uski nazar door ki khidki se aa rahi halki roshni par ruk gayi, jaise kuch chhupa hua dekh raha ho.
Halka sa patthar girta hua, ya kisi ka pehla kadam…
SCENE 8
INT. HOSTEL ROOM & ROOFTOP – NIGHT, FRIENDSHIP, AND SHADOWS
Ussi raat, hostel ke Room No. 214 mein alag hi mahaul tha.
KABIR:
“Aaj toh dil garden-garden ho gaya, bhai! Gundo ko kya dhoya hai un Rathore Brothers ne!”
Thodi der baad, jab sab so gaye, Ravi chupke se hostel ki chhat par chala gaya. Tabhi use ehsaas hua… koi use dekh raha hai. Chhat ke doosre kone mein, paani ki tanki ke peeche ek parchhayi thi. Ravi jab tak us taraf badhta, parchhayi andhere mein gayab ho chuki thi. Par zameen par ek cheez reh gayi thi.
Ek purani, black-and-white tasveer.
Tasveer mein ek 5-saal ka bachha tha—woh khud tha. Aur uske saath ek choti si ladki.
Ravi ki saansein tez ho gayi. Yeh tasveer… yeh ladki… uske bhule hue ateet ka hissa thi.
SCENE 9
INT. CLASSROOM – NEW ARRIVALS AND FUTURE CONFLICTS
Agle din, class shuru hone hi wali thi ki darwaza khula. Ms. Meera Kapoor ke saath ek nayi ladki andar aayi.
MS. MEERA KAPOOR:
“Students, meet your new classmate, Alisha. She has transferred from Mumbai.”
CHARACTER INTRODUCTION – ALISHA
- Name: Alisha Singh
- Age: 16 (Class 11th)
- Height & Build: 5’7’’, slim, athletic build with a confident posture.
- Looks: Fair complexion, sharp features, cat-like hazel eyes that seem to see right through people. Her hair is cut in a stylish, modern bob. Her look is a blend of high-fashion and street-style—edgy yet chic.
- Personality / Nature:
- Confident & Outspoken: Mumbai ki ladki, jise apni baat kehna aur manwana dono aata hai. Woh bheed mein khone wali nahi, bheed ko lead karne wali hai.
- Sharp & Observant: Uski nazrein hamesha sab kuch scan karti rehti hain. Woh logon ke chehre nahi, unke iraade padhti hai.
- Mysterious & Flirtatious: Uske iraade saaf nahi hain. Uski muskaan meethi hai, par uske peeche ek raaz hai. Woh dosti bhi ek plan ke tehet karti hai.
- Hobbies / Likes: Photography (logon ki candid photos lena, unke asli chehre capture karna), urban exploration, aur international music.
Usi waqt, Principal Malhotra ki awaaz school ke intercom system par goonji.
SCENE 10
EXT. SCHOOL CAMPUS – THE ANNOUNCEMENT
PRINCIPAL :
“Attention, students! Parso shaam, hamare school auditorium mein ‘Freshers’ Welcome Ceremony’ ka aayojan kiya jayega.”
Announcement sunte hi poori class mein excitement ki leher daud gayi.
Alisha aakar Ravi ke bagal wali khaali seat par baith gayi.
ALISHA: (Dheemi, meethi awaaz mein, sirf Ravi ko sunayi de)
“Suna hai yahan bade toofan aate rehte hain. Interesting.”
Ravi ne palat kar use dekha. Uski aankhon mein ek anjaan si pehchaan thi.
Freshers’ party ka ailaan ho chuka tha. Campus mein ek nayi ladki ki entry ho chuki thi. Aur Ravi, Arjun aur Sia ki kahani mein ek naya, anjaana mod aa chuka tha.
Khel abhi shuru hi hua tha.
SCENE 11
EXT. SCHOOL CAMPUS – SUNSET, SHADOWS AND WHISPERS
Suraj dheere-dheere horizon ke peeche ghus raha tha, aur campus ke lambe shadows zameen par lamba sa rang chhod rahe the. Har ped, har ghanti, aur har building ek ajeeb si khamoshi mein lipti hui thi—jaise khud campus bhi apne aane wale toofan ki saans rok raha ho.
Ravi, Sia aur Arjun, har ek alag-apne corner mein khade, apni apni soch mein doobe the. Aur Alisha… woh ab bhi Ravi ke bagal mein baithi, uski aankhon mein kuch anjaana, kuch raaz bhara tha.
RAVI (Inner Monologue, halki shayari ke saath):
"Dhundli si raahon mein kadam mere,
Aur ek anjaan nazar jo saath chale…
Kya yeh sirf dosti hai, ya kuch gehra sa khel,
Jo pal do pal mein hi kahani mein rang bhar de?"
SIA (Inner Monologue):
"Campus ki shaanti ab dhadkan ban gayi hai,
Har nigaah ek nayi pehchaan dhund rahi hai…
Par kaun hai asli shikari, aur kaun hai shikar…?
Yeh to sirf waqt hi bata sakega."
Arjun ki aankhen Alisha aur Ravi ke beech chal rahi thi, jaise woh kisi invisible chessboard par chal rahe hain—har kadam, har muskaan, ek strategy ka hissa.
Aur tab… ek halki si awaz, door se campus ke peechhe ki building se, goonji:
UNKNOWN VOICE (faint, mysterious):
"Sab kuch dikh raha hai… aur kuch… abhi bhi chhupa hai."
Campus ka mahaul aur gehra sa ho gaya, aur hawa ek ajeeb sa suspense le kar chalti rahi.
RAVI (Inner Monologue, thoda ghabrahat ke saath):
"Yeh sirf ek shuruat hai…
Aur jo kuch bhi aane wala hai,
Woh dosti, ishq aur takraav… sabse zyada khatarnak hai."
Alisha ke chehre par ek halki si muskaan, Ravi ki taraf, par us muskaan mein ek chhupi hui planning aur raaz tha. Arjun ki aankhen Sia par, par woh bhi jaanta tha ki kuch aur bhi is khel mein ghus chuka hai.
"Toofan abhi aane wala hai…
Par sawaal yeh hai—kaun jeetega, kaun hara, aur kaun khud apni pehchaan bhool jayega?"
“Jitni khamoshi, utna bada toofan… jahan nazrein takrate hain, wahan sirf lafz nahi, takraav bhi bolta hai. Ishq ke aage raaz sharmaye, dosti bhi jung ka hissa ban jaye… aur aaj ki shaanti kal ke tufaan ki pehli ghoonj hai, har raaz ab khulne ko taiyaar hai.”
CONFLICT LINES / CONNECTIONS
- Ravi ↔ Arjun → Rivalry, mystery, heroism
- Sia ↔ Arjun → Trust vs Attraction
- Ravi ↔ Alisha → Suspicious interest / unknown plan
- Arjun & Aryan ↔ Kallu Gang → Power showdown
- Dada Sahab → Sia → Secret mission instructions
- Alisha ↔ Ravi / Sia / Arjun → Potential hidden agenda
FINAL SUSPENSE QUESTIONS (Center of Web)- “Toofan ka asli source kaun hai?”
- “Kaun kiske side mein khade hoga aur kaun betray karega?”
- “Ravi ka past kya future events ko control karega?”
- “Arjun ka asli plan sirf Sia ke liye hai ya campus-wide strategy?”
- “Alisha ka motive kya hai—friend, spy, ya unknown?”
- “Dada Sahab ke instructions ke peeche kya hidden danger hai?”
Aur ab, hamari kahani ka safar yahin rukta nahi… Har nazar, har muskaan aur har raaz ek naye khel ki taraf ishara kar raha hai.
Padhte rahiye, kyunki yeh toofan abhi bas shuru hua hai… Aur aap hi decide karenge:
Kaun jeetega dilon ki jung? Kaun raazon ke peeche chhupa hai? Aur kaun banega is khel ka asli hero?
Har update ke saath, jawab aapke samne khulenge… par sirf itna hi bata sakte hain—khel abhi sirf shuruaat hai.
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