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Update 7: Freshers' Night - Shatranj, Saazish Aur Shikaar
Part 1: Toofan Se Pehle Ki Sargoshiyan
SCHOOL CAMPUS - PARTY SE PEHLE KA DIN
Freshers' Night se pehle ka din... campus ki hawa mein ek ajeeb si bechaini aur utsah ghula hua tha. Khabar campus mein aag ki tarah phail chuki thi.Classrooms mein padhai kam aur sargoshiyan zyada ho rahi thi. Har taraf bas ek hi charcha thi. Canteen ke shor se lekar library ki khamoshi tak, har deewar ke paas sunane ke liye ek nayi sargoshi thi.
Lawn mein ladkiyon ka ek group baitha tha.
Ladki 1: "Suna hai Arjun Rathore ne Sia ke liye kuch 'unforgettable' plan kiya hai. Woh ladki hai badi lucky!"
Ladki 2: (Aankhein ghuma kar) "Lucky ya target? Jab se aayi hai, campus ka power-balance hi bigaad diya hai usne.
"Arre, Sia ko bhool ja," doosre ne jawab diya. "Asli dhamaka toh Alisha karegi. God, she's like a movie star! Jis din se aayi hai, campus ka temperature badha hua hai. Aur suna hai uska poora dhyaan sirf uss 'Silent Killer' Ravi par hai. Bada ajeeb combination hai
Doosri taraf, Riya apne doston ke saath ek alag hi aag mein jal rahi thi.
Hawa mein utsah ke saath-saath saazish ki mehak bhi ghuli hui thi.
RIYA: "Sia, Sia, Sia! Kya hai uss behenji mein? Arjun ko toh main dikhaungi ki asli 'Queen' kaun hai. Aaj raat woh itna 'embarrass' hogi ki kal se school aane se bhi daregi."
Yeh sargoshiyan sirf hawa mein nahi, logon ke dimaag mein bhi ek zeher ki tarah phail rahi thi. Aaj ki raat sirf ek party nahi, ek jung ka maidan banne wali thi, jahan har koi apna hathiyaar tez kar raha tha.
DELHI , GWALIOR & TOKYO - DOOR BAITHE KHEL KE KHILADI
DELHI - RATHORE ESTATE
Kuch mile door, Delhi ki vishal Rathore Estate ke high-tech office mein, Rajmata Kalyani Rathore baithi thi. Unki umar 40 ke aas-paas thi, par unke chehre par umar se zyada power aur control jhalakta tha. Woh ek international business deal video call par aisi berahmi se final kar rahi thi, jaise shatranj ki baazi mein dushman ke Baadshah ko maat de rahi ho.
Call khatam hote hi ek sahayak ne andar aakar jhuk kar kaha, "Madam, Delhi mein party ki taiyaariyan poori hain. Yuvraj Arjun ka poora dhyaan Sia naam ki ek ladki par hai."
Kalyani ne apni kursi ghumayi aur bahar apne vishal samrajya ko dekha.
KALYANI RATHORE: (Uski aawaz resham jaisi mulayam par usmein kaanch ki dhaar thi)
"Good."Toh Arjun ka junoon ek ladki ke liye hadh se aage badh raha hai. Mohabbat jab junoon ban jaati hai, toh woh insaan ko ya toh aabaad karti hai... ya barbaad.Rathore khoon ko hamesha jeetne ki aadat honi chahiye, Maine Arjun ko sirf jeetna sikhaya hai. Sia uski jeet ka inaam honi chahiye. Par uss ladki par nazar rakho. Uske peeche koi hai toh nahi , unki teh tak jao. Rathore ke khel mein anjaan mohron ki jagah nahi hoti."
GWALIOR - RAJWADA HAVELI
Hazaron mile door, Gwalior ki ek vishaal shaandaar haveli ke aangan mein, Maharani Divyangana aankhon par patti bandhe teerandazi ka abhyaas kar rahi thi. Unke haath mein ek paramparik dhanush tha. Unhone saans roki, aur teer chhod diya. Teer hawa ko cheerta hua seedhe nishane par jaa laga ,Nishana ek tasveer thi, jo dhundhli thi, par usmein ek aadmi ka chehra tha.
Ek sahayak ne jhuk kar khabar di, "Maharani, Delhi mein aaj raat Freshers' Party hai. Arjun Rathor ka poora dhyaan uss ladki, Sia, par hai."
Divyangi ne chehre se patti utaari. Unki aankhon mein na khushi thi, na dukh. Sirf ek thandi, hisaab lagane wali shaanti.
"Mohabbat... sabse meetha zeher aur sabse tez hathiyaar. Arjun ko lagne do ki shatranj woh khel raha hai. Mohre jab tak khud ko khiladi samajhte hain, tab tak hi baazi jeetne ka maza aata hai. Uss ladki par nazar rakho. Woh humare ateet aur bhavishya, dono ki kadi ho sakti hai."
"Waqt aa gaya hai. Kismat ne apni chaal chal di hai. Bas dekhte jao, is baar shikaar kaun karta hai, aur shikaari kaun banta hai."
TOKYO - PENTHOUSE
Tokyo ke shahar mein, ek skyscraper ke sabse upari manzil par, 15 saal ka YuKi, ek katana (samurai talwar) ke saath abhyaas kar raha tha. Uski har movement mein ek kaatilana furti aur sadiyon purana anushasan tha. Kamra kaat-kaat ki awaazon se goonj raha tha.
Uske sevak ne jhuk kar Japanese mein soochit kiya, "YuKi-sama, Delhi mein aaj woh anushthan hai."
YuKi ruka. Usne talwar ko uski mayan mein rakha aur apni desk ki taraf badha. Wahan ek frame mein wahi black-and-white tasveer rakhi thi jo Ravi ke paas thi. Ek chota ladka... aur ek choti ladki. YuKi ne tasveer par apni ungli pheri.
「運命の夜... 駒が動き出す。」 (Unmei no yoru... koma ga ugokidasu.) "Kismat ki raat... mohre apni chaal chalne lage hain."
KASHMIR - EK BHULI HUI YAAD
INT. SHAHEED BHAGAT SINGH BOYS HOSTEL - ROOM 214 - RAVI
Ravi aaine ke saamne khada apni black shirt ke button band kar raha tha, tabhi uski aankhon ke saamne ek dhundhla sa manzar chaa gaya...
(Flashback - Baramulla, Kashmir - 10 Saal Pehle)
10 saal ka Ravi Jhelum nadi ke kinare apne pita, Vashudev Mishra, ke saath baitha tha. Shaam ho rahi thi aur pahadon ke peeche suraj doob raha tha.
VASHUDEV MISHRA: (Nadi ke shaant paani ko dekhte hue) "Beta, yeh pahad dekhe hain? Bahar se kitne shaant, sthir aur chup rehte hain. Par inhi ke seene mein itni aag dabi hai ki jab phat-te hain toh poori duniya ko hila dete hain. Insaan ko bhi aisa hi hona chahiye. Apni taqat, apna gussa, apne jazbaat... sabko apne andar samundar ki tarah shaant rakho. Aur jab zaroorat pade... toh aisi tabaahi machao ki dushman ki rooh bhi kaanp jaaye."
(Flashback Ends)
Ravi ne jhatke se apni aankhein kholi. Baba ki awaaz aaj bhi uske kaano mein goonj rahi thi. Usne apni muthiyan bheench li. Aaj raat, use apne andar ke uss toofan ko shaant rakhna tha.
GUPTA CYBER CAFÉ - ZIMMEDARI KI PEHCHAN
Shaam ke 6. Gupta Cyber Café mein bheed tha. Ravi ek machine ki tarah kaam kar raha tha—ek taraf printout nikaal raha tha, doosri taraf ek customer ka form bharne mein madad kar raha tha. Uske chehre par na thakan tha, na party ka utsah.
Usne ghadi dekha. Woh Mr. Gupta ke paas gaya.
RAVI: "Gupta ji, aaj school mein ek zaroori function hai. Kya main 30 minute pehle, 6:30 baje nikal sakta hoon?"
Mr. Gupta ne apne chashme ke upar se use dekha. Woh Ravi ki mehnat aur imaandari se prabhavit the.
MR. GUPTA: (Muskurate hue) "Arre, Freshers' party hai na? Maine poster dekha tha. Jaa beta, jaa. Yeh umar mauj-masti ki hi hoti hai. Par dekh kar achha laga ki tum mauj-masti ke liye apni zimmedari nahi bhoolte. Jaa, aish kar."
Ravi ke chehre par ek halki si muskaan aayi. "Shukriya, Gupta ji." Woh keh kar bahar nikal gaya. Is chamak-damak ki duniya mein, yeh chhoti-chhoti imaandari ki khushiyan hi uske liye sab kuch thi.
Part 2: Toofan Se Pehle Ki Khamoshi
Raat ne Dilli ke aasmaan par apni siyahi chaadar phaila di thi, par aaj Delhi Higher Secondary School ka campus uss chaadar mein chamakte sitaaron ki tarah jagmaga raha tha. Auditorium ka mahaul kisi high-voltage concert se kam nahi tha, Auditorium se aati bass ki dhmak aur laser lights ki rangeen kirnein, hostel ki khidkiyon se takra kar ek ajeeb sa, bechain karne wala samaa bandh rahi thi. Yeh Freshers' Night thi—ek aisi raat jahan naye chehre purani kahaniyon ka hissa banne wale the, jahan naqaab pehne jaate the aur utaare bhi.
INT. SHAHEED BHAGAT SINGH BOYS HOSTEL - ROOM 214 - NIGHT
Room No. 214 mein aaino ke saamne teen alag-alag duniyaayein taiyaar ho rahi thi.
Kabir, high-volume music par naach raha tha aur har do minute mein shirt badal raha tha. Fir ek chamakdar neeli shirt pehne, apne baalon par teesri baar gel laga raha tha. Uske chehre par aisi excitement thi jaise aaj hi uski shaadi ho.
KABIR: (Aaine mein khud ko aankh maarte hue)
"Bhai, yeh 'killer look' hai ya 'super killer look'? Aaj dance floor ka Badshah main hi banunga!"
"Room 214 ka star aaj dance floor par aag laga dega! Amit, tu bas dekhta ja, aaj saari freshers mujhse hi 'impress' hongi. Waise Ravi… tu kya soch raha hai? Party mein ja raha hai ya 'World War 3' ki planning kar raha hai? Itna serious toh hamare principal bhi nahi rehte."
Amit, jise zabardasti ek theek-thaak shirt pehnayi gayi thi, apni physics ki kitaab ko aise dekh raha tha jaise usse vida le raha ho.
AMIT: "Iss shor mein toh Einstein bhi fail ho jaata. "Mera bas chale toh main 'Theory of Relativity' ke saath apni raat guzaar loon. Kam se kam woh dhokha toh nahi deti. Party mein bas shor aur jhooti muskaanen hongi. It's illogical."
Ravi, teeno mein sabse shaant, ek simple si black shirt aur blue jeans mein khada tha. Woh taiyaar toh ho chuka tha, par uski aankhein kahin aur thi. Uske haath mein woh purani black-and-white tasveer thi, jise woh baar-baar dekh raha tha. Us choti si ladki ka chehra uske dimaag mein ek paheli ki tarah ghoom raha tha.
KABIR: (Ravi ke kandhe par haath rakhkar) "Oye hero! Kahan kho gaya? Sia Sharma ka khayal hai ya uss nayi 'Atom Bomb' Alisha ka? Suna hai dono ki nazrein tujh par hi hain. Ek Juliet (Sia) ke liye aashiq bana, ab doosri (Alisha) aake Devdas bana degi. Hans le thoda, party hai, funeral nahi."
Bada lucky hai tu, bhai. Ek taraf saadgi ki moorat, doosri taraf qayamat ka trailer."
Ravi ne tasveer ko apni jeb mein rakha. Uske chehre par ek halki, udas muskaan thi.
RAVI: "Kabhi kabhi jo dikhta hai, woh hota nahi, Kabir. Aur jo hota hai, woh kabhi dikhta nahi. Yeh party sirf ek party nahi, ek shatranj ki bisaat hai. Bas dekhna yeh hai ki kaun mohra hai, aur kaun khiladi."
Uski awaaz mein ek aisi gehraayi thi ki Kabir ka mazaakiya chehra bhi ek pal ke liye ajeeb ho gaya.
INT. GIRLS' HOSTEL - SIA'S ROOM - NIGHT
Sia aaine ke saamne khadi thi. Usne ek halki Gulaabi rang ki, simple si kurti pehni thi, jiske saath usne silver jhumke daale the. Woh khoobsurat lag rahi thi, par uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb si kashmakash saaf jhalak rahi thi. Uska phone vibrate hua. Screen par "Dada Sahab" ka naam chamka.
SIA:
(Dheemi aawaz mein) "Pranaam, Dada Sahab.
DADA SAHAB: (Phone ke doosri taraf se ek bhaari, damdaar aawaz) "Vijayi Bhava, beti. Yaad hai na, aaj ki raat ka maqsad? Humare paas zyada waqt nahi hai. Arjun Rathore ke vishwas ki chabi aaj tumhare haath mein hai. Woh mohra humari jung ke liye bahut zaroori hai. Apne dil ki nahi, dimaag ki sunna."
SIA: (Aankhein band karke) "Ji, Dada Sahab. Mujhe mera maqsad yaad hai.
Phone cut gaya. Sia ne apni aankhein kholi. Aaine mein use apna chehra nahi, ek sipahi ka aks dikha, jo ek anjaani jung ladne jaa rahi thi. "Tum ek sipahi ho, Sia. Jazbaaton mein behna mat," usne khud se kaha.
Uske dil ke ek kone mein Ravi ka shaant chehra tha, aur doosre kone mein Dada Sahab ka hukm. Aaj use in dono mein se ek ko chunna tha.
EXT. SCHOOL CAMPUS - ARJUN'S CAR - NIGHT
Ek chamakti hui Mercedes campus ke V.I.P. parking mein aakar ruki. Arjun Rathore ek designer black suit mein bahar nikla. Uske saath uske dost aur Riya the.
RIYA: (Arjun ke suit ko theek karte hue, flirting tone mein) "Wow, Arjun! Aaj toh tum bilkul kisi prince ki tarah lag rahe ho. I'm sure, aaj party ki queen toh main hi banungi, right?"
Arjun ne uski taraf dekha, par uski aankhon mein Riya ke liye koi jagah nahi thi. Uski nazrein auditorium ke entrance ko talaash rahi thi.
ARJUN: (Apne doston se) "Sab kuch taiyaar hai na? Performance mein koi gadbad nahi honi chahiye. Aaj ki raat Sia ki yaadon mein hamesha ke liye kaid ho jaani chahiye."
ARJUN (Inner Monologue) "Aaj shatranj ki woh chaal chalunga... jiske baad Rani khud chalkar Baadshah ke paas aa jayegi. Pyaar aur jung mein sab jaayaz hai... aur mere liye, Sia, tum mera pyaar bhi ho aur meri jung bhi."
INT. ALISHA'S ROOM - NIGHT
Sia ke theek bagal wale kamre mein ,Alisha ek alag hi khel ki taiyaari mein thi. Usne ek bold red dress chuni thi, jo uske confident nature ko poori tarah se suit kar rahi thi. Usne apne phone se ek number dial kiya.
ALISHA: "Haan, sab plan ke mutabik hai. Main taiyaar hoon.
UNKNOWN VOICE: (Ek pathar jaisi thandi aawaz, jise sunkar lage ki insaan nahi, koi machine bol rahi ho - "Yaad rakhna, Alisha. Hamein Ravi ka sach nahi, uski kamzori jaanni hai. Usse provoke karo. Uski dhaal Sia hai, ussi dhaal par vaar karna hai. Woh tootna chahiye.
ALISHA: (Ek khatarnak muskaan ke saath) "Don't worry, Sir. Aaj ki raat, Ravi Mishra ko uske ateet ka aaina main dikhaungi."
"Aaj shikaar khud shikaari ke jaal mein aayega."
Phone cut gaya. Alisha ne aakhri baar aaine mein khud ko dekha. Woh ek shikaari thi, jo apne shikaar ke liye jaal bichhane jaa rahi thi.
Part 3: Party Shuru - Nazron Ka Khel
INT. SCHOOL AUDITORIUM - NIGHT
Auditorium ek alag hi duniya ban chuka tha Auditorium aaj ek naye rang mein saji hui thi. Chandeliers ki roshni seedhi un jawaan chehron par gir rahi thi jo naye sapno ke saath college mein aaye the. Stage ke piche purple aur silver curtains halki hawa se hil rahe the, jaise khud bhi is raat ka hissa ban gaye ho. Music system test ho raha tha, mic se kabhi-kabhi “check, check” ki awaaz auditorium mein goonj jaati.
Front row mein college ke teachers baithe the.
Principal Mr. Verma apne safed kurte aur navy blue blazer mein ghadi dekhte hue sab kuch discipline ke nazariye se observe kar rahe the.
Ms. Meera, Math teacher, turquoise silk ki sari mein khadi hui lag rahi thi—har student par ek meethi si smile, par aankhon mein kuch aur… jaise unhe andaza ho ki yeh sirf ek party nahi, kuch zyada bhi hone wala hai.
Professor Tripathi, Science ke senior-most teacher, ek taraf files lapet kar rakhe the. Woh apni thick specs se crowd scan karte hue bas itna hi bolte: “Order maintain rehna chahiye.”
Sabhi kirdaaron ne is mehfil mein apne-apne andaaz mein pravesh kiya. Sia jab andar aayi, toh uski saadgi ne kayi logon ka dhyaan kheencha.
Aur jab Alisha ne entry li, toh ek pal ke liye music bhi dheema pad gaya. Uski red dress aur confident chaal ne sabki nazrein apni taraf mod li. Woh ek aag ke shole ki tarah thi.
Ravi, Amit aur Kabir ke saath, ek andhere kone mein khada tha, jaise woh is chamak-damak wali duniya ka hissa hokar bhi na ho.
Arjun ki entry hui toh auditorium mein ek ajeeb sa pressure chha gaya. Arjun, ek raja ki tarah, apne doston ki fauj ke saath.Designer suits, sporty watches aur unki body language hi keh rahi thi ki poore campus ka control unke paas hai.
Back row mein asli show shuru ho raha tha—seniors apni hi ada mein baith gaye the. Jab koi junior stage par aata, woh ya toh sarcastic clap karte, ya phir ek dusre ko dekh kar muskurate.
Party formally start hui. Pehli performance—ek group dance juniors ka—“Kala Chashma” par. Crowd cheer karta raha, par Aryan ki halki si smirk aur teachers ki polite taali ke beech juniors ki nervous energy clear thi. Fir ek ladki ne “O Re Piya” gaaya—awaz madhur thi, aur Ms. Meera ki aankhon mein ek garv chamak uthi.
Issi bich Alisha ki nazrein bheed mein sirf Ravi ko dhoondh rahi thi. Jaise hi usne use dekha, woh seedhe uske paas chali gayi. Sia kuch doori par khadi yeh sab dekh rahi thi.
ALISHA: (Ravi ke bilkul paas aakar, apni aawaz ko dheema karke) "Black shirt... hamesha ki tarah, andhere mein hi rehte ho, Ravi. "Waise, Ravi... yeh party ka shor, yeh jhooti muskaanen... yeh sab tumhari duniya nahi hai, hai na? Tumhari duniya toh Baramulla ki uss veerane haveli jaisi hai... khamosh, gehri aur raazon se bhari. Suna hai wahan aaj bhi ek masoom ladki ki aatma bhatakti hai. Koi raaz hai kya uss haveli ka? …"Kahin woh raaz tum toh nahi?"
Ravi ki aankhein ek pal ke liye thandi pad gayi. Is ladki ko itna sab kuch kaise pata tha?
Alisha ki aankhon mein ek aisi chamak thi jaise woh sab jaanti ho. Ravi ne kuch nahi kaha, par uski muthiyan bheench gayi. Sia ne unhein itni kareebi se baat karte dekha, aur uska dil doobne laga. Use laga jaise Ravi aur Alisha ke beech kuch aisa hai jisse woh anjaan hai.
Tabhi Arjun, ek hero ki tarah, Sia ke paas aaya.
ARJUN: "Akele kyun khadi ho, Sia? Yeh shor shayad tumhe pasand nahi. Chalo, main tumhe is bheed se kahin door le chalta hoon.
Arjun use ek quieter section ki taraf le gaya, jahan kam log the. Woh uske liye drink laya, uski har chhoti-badi zaroorat ka khayal rakh raha tha. Riya door se yeh sab dekhkar jal-bhun rahi thi.
Ravi ki nazrein Sia par tiki thi. Use Arjun ke saath dekhkar uske andar ek ajeeb si bechaini ho rahi thi. Woh jaanta tha ki Arjun ek khiladi hai, par woh Sia ko samjha nahi sakta tha.
AMIT: "Agar itni hi chinta hai toh jaakar baat kar. Aise door se dekhne se kuch nahi hoga. Physics ka niyam hai, 'Force must be applied for an object to change its state'."
RAVI: "Kuch cheezon par force nahi, waqt lagana padta hai, Amit. Aur abhi waqt mera nahi hai."
Ravi ki aankhon mein ek aisi laachari thi jo uske doston ne pehle kabhi nahi dekhi thi.
Part 4: Center Stage - Dil, Dhokha Aur Dhamaka
Achanak auditorium ki saari lights band ho gayi. Ek single spotlight stage par padi. Music band ho chuka tha.
Isi dauran, Ravi auditorium ke corner se sab observe kar raha tha. Uske chehre par ek calm mask tha, par andar kuch aur. Usne dekha kaise Ferrari Brothers apne juniors ko signals de rahe the—jaise kuch plan chal raha ho. Ravi ki aankhen thodi der ke liye stage par gayi… aur wahaan …..
Host announce karta hai: “Ladies and gentlemen… please welcome hamare apne star, Arjun Rathore!”
Spotlight seedha Arjun par giri.Wo ek guitar haat mein pakad ke stage par aaya. Uska confident walk, dazzling smile aur apni jagah banane ka andaz juniors ko attract karta tha. Teachers taali bajate hain, seniors apas mein fuse mein:
“Dekho hero banne aaya hai…”
Sia peechhe se sab dekh rahi thi. Uska dil tez dhadak raha tha—Arjun ki presence se khud ko alag karna mushkil tha, par uski aankhon ke kone Ravi ko bhi dhoondh rahe the. Uske beech ek khamosh tanav tha jo sirf dono samajh rahe the.
ARJUN: (Mic mein, uski aawaz poore hall mein goonji)
"Aksar kaha jaata hai ki khamoshi mein sabse zyada shor hota hai. Par kuch khamoshiyan aisi hoti hain, jinhein samajhne ke liye lafzon ki nahi, ek dhun ki zaroorat padti hai. Yeh performance, campus ke uss naye, sabse khoobsurat chehre ke liye hai, jiski ek muskaan ne meri duniya badal di. Sia… this is for you."
Arjun ne guitar par ek khoobsurat dhun chhedi. Usne ek romantic geet gaana shuru kiya. Uski aawaz mein ek aisa jaadu tha ki poora auditorium mantramugdh ho gaya. Sabki nazrein Sia par thi. Woh sharm se laal ho chuki thi, par use yeh sab kahin na kahin achha bhi lag raha tha. Ravi ke dil mein jaise kisi ne khanjar utaar diya ho.
Jaise hi gaana khatam hua, poora hall taaliyon se goonj utha. "Arjun! Arjun!" ke naare lagne lage.
Ferrari Brothers ek dusre ki taraf dekh kar muskuraye—“Perfect , hero.”
Usi pal, Riya, jiska chehra gusse aur jalan se tamtama raha tha, Sia ke paas se guzri aur "galti se" uske haath se cold drink ka glass Sia ki Gulaabi kurti par gira diya.
RIYA: (Jhooti maafi maangte hue)
"Oh my God! I'm so sorry, Sia. Galti se ho gaya. Mera pair phisal gaya."
Sia ki khoobsurat dress par gehre rang ka daag lag chuka tha. Arjun gusse mein Riya par chillaya.
ARJUN: "Are you blind, Riya?! Dekh kar nahi chal sakti?"
Isse pehle ki maamla aur badhta, DJ ne ek couple dance ka announcement kar diya. Arjun ne foran Sia ka haath pakda.
Sia na nahi keh paayi. Woh Arjun ke saath dance floor par chali gayi. Doosri taraf, Alisha ne is mauke ka fayda uthaya aur Ravi ko kheench kar dance floor par le aayi.
Ab manzar ajeeb tha. Dance floor ke beech mein, Arjun aur Sia naach rahe the, par Sia ki bechain nazrein bheed mein Ravi ko dhoondh rahi thi. Aur unse thodi doori par, Ravi aur Alisha naach rahe the, par Ravi ki pathar jaisi nigahein sirf Sia par tiki thi.
ALISHA: (Ravi ke kaan mein, dheere se) "Kyun takleef de rahe ho khud ko? Woh uss chamakti duniya ke liye bani hai, Arjun Rathore jaise prince ke liye. Tumhari duniya alag hai, Ravi. Ek aisi duniya jahan har mod par maut intezaar karti hai. Main jaanti hoon... kyunki meri duniya bhi kuch aisi hi hai."
Ravi chaunk gaya. Alisha kya jaanti thi? Woh kaun thi?
Dance partners switch karne ka announcement hua. Ek pal ke liye kismat ne apna khel khela. Ravi ghoom kar Sia ke saamne aa gaya. Aur Sia, Arjun ko chhod kar Ravi ke paas.
Music slow ho chuka tha. Ravi ne Sia ki kamar par haath rakha, aur Sia ne uske kandhe par. Dono ek doosre ke itne kareeb the ki woh ek doosre ki dhadkanein sun sakte the. Koi lafz nahi tha, sirf saansein aur dhadkanein thi.
Sia ki aankhon mein hazaaron shikaayatein thi, "Kyun Ravi? Kyun itne door ho?" Ravi ki aankhon mein ek hi jawaab tha, "Kyunki main tumhari tabahi nahi, tumhara pehredaar banna chahta hoon."
Ek lafz bhi nahi kaha gaya. Par unki aankhein hazaaron baatein kar rahi thi. Sia ki aankhon mein sawaal the, shikaayatein thi. Ravi ki aankhon mein dard tha, ek ankahee maafi thi, aur bepanah pyaar tha.
RAVI (Inner Monologue): "Kaise bataun tumhein... ki tumse door rehna hi tumhein mehfooz rakhne ka tareeka hai. Har saans mein tera naam hai, har dhadkan mein tera ehsaas... Par mere raaste kaanton se bhare hain. Main tumhe uss andhere mein kaise le aaun?"
SIA (Inner Monologue): "Kyun itne raaz hain tumhari aankhon mein, Ravi? Kyun tum mujhe paas aane nahi dete? Ek taraf mera farz hai, aur doosri taraf yeh dil... jo sirf tumhara naam leta hai."
Yeh pal jaise hamesha ke liye theher gaya.Yeh khamosh guftagu zyada der na chali.
Tabhi ek sakht haath toofan ke tararah aaya aur Ravi ko sia se alag kar diya. Who Aryan Rathore tha.
ARYAN: (Gusse mein) "Party khatam ho gayi tere liye.
Aryan, Ravi ko kheench kar auditorium ke ek andhere corridor mein le gaya. Usne Ravi ko deewar se sataya aur uska collar pakad liya.
ARYAN: (Dheemi par zehreelee aawaz mein) "Maine kaha tha door reh. Yeh aakhri baar samjha raha hoon. Agar ab tu Sia ke 10 feet ke daayre mein bhi dikha, toh Kashmir wapas jaane ke liye tere jism ke tukde jodne padenge."
"Teri kismat achhi hai ki yeh school hai. Bahar milta toh teri saansein bhi kiraye par chal rahi hoti. Aakhri warning hai, 'pahadi'... uss ladki se door rehna."
Ravi ne shaanti se uski aankhon mein dekha. Uske chehre par darr ka nishaan tak nahi tha. Yeh shaanti Aryan ke gusse ko aur bhadka rahi thi. Par Ravi ne kuch nahi kaha. Woh chup-chaap wahan se chala gaya.
Wahin auditorium ke upar se Arjun stage ki taraf jaa raha tha, par uske haathon mein ek folded paper tha — Sameer se aayi hui kuch lines: “Plan executed. Agar koi interfere kare — handle quietly.” Arjun ke chehre par ek muskaan thi jo hero ki nahi, bahut thandi kisi strategist ki thi. Uska jalva wahi, uski chaal wahi — lekin ab woh kuch alag bhi tha: uski aankhon mein ek manat thi jo kisi shatranj ke master ki hoti hai.
Part 4: Asli Khel - Maut Aur Mohra - BRUTAL FIGHT
Party lagbhag khatam ho chuki thi. Riya, Arjun se beizzati hokar, rote hue parking lot ki taraf jaa rahi thi. Woh akele thi. Achanak, andhere se paanch-chhe saaye nikle aur use gher liya. Woh Kallu aur uski gang thi. , aur is baar unke haath mein sharab ki bottlein aur ek ke haath mein chamakta hua chaku tha.
KALLU: (Gandi hansi ke saath) "Badi 'queen' ban rahi thi na party mein? Chal ab humein dikha apna attitude
Kallu ke aadmi uski taraf badhne lage. Riya darr ke maare cheekhne lagi. Unka iraada sirf darane ka tha, jo unhein Arjun ne kaha tha, par sharaab ke nashe mein unki himmat badh chuki thi.
Ravi, party se nikal kar hostel jaa raha tha. Usne Riya ki cheekh suni. Ek pal ke liye woh ruka. Uska is maamle se koi lena-dena nahi tha. Par phir uski maa ki baat uske kaano mein goonji: "Insaan banna mushkil hai, beta."
Uske kadam apne aap parking lot ki taraf mud gaye.
Wahan ka manzar dekhkar uske khoon mein ubaal aa gaya.
RAVI: (Ek aisi aawaz jo usne aaj tak istemaal nahi ki thi—thandi, pathar jaisi aur maut ki tarah shaant) "Chhod do usse."
Kallu aur uske aadmi palte. Ek aam se ladke ko dekhkar woh hans pade.
KALLU: "Ek aur hero aa gaya! Aaj toh hero-giri ka mela laga hai. Ja beta, doodh pee ke so ja.
Ek gunde ne bottle tod Ravi ki taraf lapka. Agle hi pal jo hua, woh kisi ne socha bhi nahi tha.
Ravi ne bottle wale haath ko Wing Chun ke Pak Sau (slapping hand) se deflect kiya aur usi pal doosre haath ki ungliyon se Bil Jee (thrusting fingers) style mein uske gale par vaar kiya. Gunda bina aawaz ke zameen par gir gaya, saans ke liye tadapne laga.
Gunda 2 (chaku wala) ne pet mein chaku maarne ki koshish ki. Ravi Krav Maga ke 360 Defense se chaku wale haath ko side karte hue ek kadam andar aaya aur apne ghutne se uske groin par poori taqat se prahaar kiya. Gunda cheekhta hua neeche jhuka. Ravi ne uske baal pakde aur uska sir saamne khadi car ke bonnet par de maara. DHADAAM! Metal aur haddi ke takrane ki ek bhayanak aawaz aayi.
Gunda 3 aur 4 ek saath daude.Ravi ne Aikido ki furti se Gunda 3 ki kalai pakad kar Kotegaeshi (wrist turn throw) lock lagaya aur use Gunda 4 ke saamne ek dhaal ki tarah istemaal kiya. Phir zameen par ek spinning leg sweep se Gunda 4 ko giraya aur uske takhne par is tarah pair maara ki 'KADAK' karke haddi tootne ki saaf aawaz aayi. Gunda dard se zameen par gir kar tadapne laga.
Sab chaunk gaye. Yeh koi school ka ladka nahi tha. Uski har movement ek trained fighter ki thi.Ravi ladh nahi raha tha, woh shikaar kar raha tha. Uski fighting style brutal, efficient aur deadly thi. Uske haath aur pair itni raftaar se chal rahe the jaise kisi ne hawa ko shape de diya ho. Kallu Gang ke 6 gunde uske aas-paas ghire hue the—lathi, chain aur ek ke haath mein bottle.
Ravi ek insaan nahi lag raha tha… ek shadow tha.
Sia, jo Ravi ke peeche-peeche chinta mein aayi thi, ek car ke peeche chhip kar yeh sab dekh rahi thi. Uski aankhein darr se phail gayi thi. Yeh Ravi ka woh roop tha jiski usne kalpana bhi nahi ki thi. Yeh hero nahi, ek tabaahi ka manzar tha. Woh kaanp rahi thi, darr se zyada hairat se.
Kallu ab darr se kaanp raha tha. Ravi uski taraf dheere-dheere badha. Uska chehra ekdum shaant tha. Yahi shaanti sabse zyada darawni thi. Usne Kallu ko collar se uthaya.
RAVI: "Kisne bheja hai?"
Kallu ke muh se lafz nahi nikle. Ravi ne uske chehre par ek Systema-style palm strike maara. Yeh punch dikhne mein halka tha, par isne Kallu ke jism ke andar ek shockwave bhej di. Uske muh aur naak se khoon behne laga. Dard se karahte hue, galti se uski jeb se ek wallet gir jaata hai.
Ravi ko ehsaas hua ki koi use dekh raha hai. Usne foran Kallu ko chhoda aur andhere mein gayab ho gaya, par jaane se pehle usne woh wallet utha liya tha.
Sia wahin khadi kaanp rahi thi. Ravi jaa chuka tha. Kallu aur uske aadmi zameen par tadap rahe the.
INT. RAVI'S ROOM - LATER
Ravi apne kamre mein aakar darwaza band karta hai. Uski saansein tez thi, adrenaline abhi bhi uske khoon mein daud raha tha. Usne Kallu ka wallet khola. Andar aakhon ko hairan kar dene wali cash thi... aur ek choti si parchhi.
Parchhi par ek naam aur number likha tha - "Sameer - 98****"**.
Sameer... Arjun Rathore ka sabse khaas dost.Sameer... Arjun Rathore's best friend.
Ravi ki aankhon ke saamne sab kuch saaf ho gaya. Campus mein Sia ko bachane wala 'attack'... Riya ko 'saza' dene wala yeh attack... sab kuch ek hi shatranj ke khiladi ki chaalein thi. Arjun Rathore. Woh hero nahi, is kahani ka sabse bada villain tha.
RAVI: (Dheemi, khatarnak aawaz mein khud se)
"Khel shatranj ka hai... aur Baadshah ne apni pehli chaal chal di hai. Par woh bhool gaya... is khel mein sirf mohre aur Baadshah nahi hote. Kabhi kabhi, andhere mein chhipa ek Pehredaar... poori baazi palat deta hai."
Ravi ki aankhon mein ab laachari nahi, ek aag thi. Ek aisi aag jo Rathore samrajya ko jala kar raakh kar sakti thi. Khel ab shuru ho chuka tha. Asli khel.
Part 5: Jungle Ka Kanoon - Ek Naya Shikaari
Hazaron mile door, Madhya Pradesh ke ghane, andhere jungle mein... Chandni raat mein, ek aadmi, jiska jism pahad jaisa mazboot aur purane zakhmon se bhara tha, ek vishaal Bengal Tiger se ladh raha tha. Sher ki ek aankh se khoon beh raha tha, par uski dahad jungle ko dehalane ke liye kaafi tha.
Sher ne uss aadmi par aakhri hamla kiya. Par woh aadmi dara nahi. Usne dahadte hue sher ko apni baahon mein jakad liya. Yeh insaan aur jaanwar ki nahi, do toofano ki takkar tha. Aadmi ke muscles tan gaye, nasen phool gayi, aur usne ek aisi dahad maara jo sher se bhi zyada bhayanak tha. Usne poori taqat se sher ko uthaya aur ek bade se ped par de maara. Sher dard se karahta hua zameen par dher ho gaya.
Woh aadmi apne ghutnon par baith gaya, uska saansein tez chal rahi tha. Usne aasman mein chamakte chand ki taraf dekha. Uski aankhon mein nafrat ka aag tha.
US AADMI KI DAHAD: (Uska aawaz jungle ke har kone mein goonji , jaise baadal garaj rahe hon)
"TAYYARI KARO! US JUNG KI... JISKI AAHAT SE YEH KAYNAAT BHI KAANPEGI! YEH SIRF SHURUAT NAHI... YEH PRALAY KA AAGHAZ HAI! JAB HUM LAUTENGE... TOH ITIHAAS RAKHT SE LIKHA JAYEGA... AUR US RAKHT KA PEHLA KATRA GIREGA... USS PARIVAAR KA!"
Jungle mein ek bhayanak khamoshi chha gayi. Yeh kaun tha? Aur kis parivaar se uska kya dushmani tha?
Khel ab school ke campus se nikal kar itihaas ke un panno tak pahunch chuka tha,jinpar shayad khoon se nayi kahaniyan likhi jaani baaki thi. Aur is khel ka har khiladi, anjaane mein, ek aisi qayamat ki taraf badh raha tha jiska anjaam sirf tabaahi tha.
“Kya yeh sirf ek school life hai, ya ek aisi kahani jismein pyaar, dosti aur dhokhe ke saath ek gehra raaz chhupa hai? Pata chalega… sirf aage.”
Update 7: Freshers' Night - Shatranj, Saazish Aur Shikaar
Part 1: Toofan Se Pehle Ki Sargoshiyan
SCHOOL CAMPUS - PARTY SE PEHLE KA DIN
Freshers' Night se pehle ka din... campus ki hawa mein ek ajeeb si bechaini aur utsah ghula hua tha. Khabar campus mein aag ki tarah phail chuki thi.Classrooms mein padhai kam aur sargoshiyan zyada ho rahi thi. Har taraf bas ek hi charcha thi. Canteen ke shor se lekar library ki khamoshi tak, har deewar ke paas sunane ke liye ek nayi sargoshi thi.
Lawn mein ladkiyon ka ek group baitha tha.
Ladki 1: "Suna hai Arjun Rathore ne Sia ke liye kuch 'unforgettable' plan kiya hai. Woh ladki hai badi lucky!"
Ladki 2: (Aankhein ghuma kar) "Lucky ya target? Jab se aayi hai, campus ka power-balance hi bigaad diya hai usne.
"Arre, Sia ko bhool ja," doosre ne jawab diya. "Asli dhamaka toh Alisha karegi. God, she's like a movie star! Jis din se aayi hai, campus ka temperature badha hua hai. Aur suna hai uska poora dhyaan sirf uss 'Silent Killer' Ravi par hai. Bada ajeeb combination hai
Doosri taraf, Riya apne doston ke saath ek alag hi aag mein jal rahi thi.
Hawa mein utsah ke saath-saath saazish ki mehak bhi ghuli hui thi.
RIYA: "Sia, Sia, Sia! Kya hai uss behenji mein? Arjun ko toh main dikhaungi ki asli 'Queen' kaun hai. Aaj raat woh itna 'embarrass' hogi ki kal se school aane se bhi daregi."
Yeh sargoshiyan sirf hawa mein nahi, logon ke dimaag mein bhi ek zeher ki tarah phail rahi thi. Aaj ki raat sirf ek party nahi, ek jung ka maidan banne wali thi, jahan har koi apna hathiyaar tez kar raha tha.
DELHI , GWALIOR & TOKYO - DOOR BAITHE KHEL KE KHILADI
DELHI - RATHORE ESTATE
Kuch mile door, Delhi ki vishal Rathore Estate ke high-tech office mein, Rajmata Kalyani Rathore baithi thi. Unki umar 40 ke aas-paas thi, par unke chehre par umar se zyada power aur control jhalakta tha. Woh ek international business deal video call par aisi berahmi se final kar rahi thi, jaise shatranj ki baazi mein dushman ke Baadshah ko maat de rahi ho.
Call khatam hote hi ek sahayak ne andar aakar jhuk kar kaha, "Madam, Delhi mein party ki taiyaariyan poori hain. Yuvraj Arjun ka poora dhyaan Sia naam ki ek ladki par hai."
Kalyani ne apni kursi ghumayi aur bahar apne vishal samrajya ko dekha.
KALYANI RATHORE: (Uski aawaz resham jaisi mulayam par usmein kaanch ki dhaar thi)
"Good."Toh Arjun ka junoon ek ladki ke liye hadh se aage badh raha hai. Mohabbat jab junoon ban jaati hai, toh woh insaan ko ya toh aabaad karti hai... ya barbaad.Rathore khoon ko hamesha jeetne ki aadat honi chahiye, Maine Arjun ko sirf jeetna sikhaya hai. Sia uski jeet ka inaam honi chahiye. Par uss ladki par nazar rakho. Uske peeche koi hai toh nahi , unki teh tak jao. Rathore ke khel mein anjaan mohron ki jagah nahi hoti."
GWALIOR - RAJWADA HAVELI
Hazaron mile door, Gwalior ki ek vishaal shaandaar haveli ke aangan mein, Maharani Divyangana aankhon par patti bandhe teerandazi ka abhyaas kar rahi thi. Unke haath mein ek paramparik dhanush tha. Unhone saans roki, aur teer chhod diya. Teer hawa ko cheerta hua seedhe nishane par jaa laga ,Nishana ek tasveer thi, jo dhundhli thi, par usmein ek aadmi ka chehra tha.
Ek sahayak ne jhuk kar khabar di, "Maharani, Delhi mein aaj raat Freshers' Party hai. Arjun Rathor ka poora dhyaan uss ladki, Sia, par hai."
Divyangi ne chehre se patti utaari. Unki aankhon mein na khushi thi, na dukh. Sirf ek thandi, hisaab lagane wali shaanti.
"Mohabbat... sabse meetha zeher aur sabse tez hathiyaar. Arjun ko lagne do ki shatranj woh khel raha hai. Mohre jab tak khud ko khiladi samajhte hain, tab tak hi baazi jeetne ka maza aata hai. Uss ladki par nazar rakho. Woh humare ateet aur bhavishya, dono ki kadi ho sakti hai."
"Waqt aa gaya hai. Kismat ne apni chaal chal di hai. Bas dekhte jao, is baar shikaar kaun karta hai, aur shikaari kaun banta hai."
TOKYO - PENTHOUSE
Tokyo ke shahar mein, ek skyscraper ke sabse upari manzil par, 15 saal ka YuKi, ek katana (samurai talwar) ke saath abhyaas kar raha tha. Uski har movement mein ek kaatilana furti aur sadiyon purana anushasan tha. Kamra kaat-kaat ki awaazon se goonj raha tha.
Uske sevak ne jhuk kar Japanese mein soochit kiya, "YuKi-sama, Delhi mein aaj woh anushthan hai."
YuKi ruka. Usne talwar ko uski mayan mein rakha aur apni desk ki taraf badha. Wahan ek frame mein wahi black-and-white tasveer rakhi thi jo Ravi ke paas thi. Ek chota ladka... aur ek choti ladki. YuKi ne tasveer par apni ungli pheri.
「運命の夜... 駒が動き出す。」 (Unmei no yoru... koma ga ugokidasu.) "Kismat ki raat... mohre apni chaal chalne lage hain."
KASHMIR - EK BHULI HUI YAAD
INT. SHAHEED BHAGAT SINGH BOYS HOSTEL - ROOM 214 - RAVI
Ravi aaine ke saamne khada apni black shirt ke button band kar raha tha, tabhi uski aankhon ke saamne ek dhundhla sa manzar chaa gaya...
(Flashback - Baramulla, Kashmir - 10 Saal Pehle)
10 saal ka Ravi Jhelum nadi ke kinare apne pita, Vashudev Mishra, ke saath baitha tha. Shaam ho rahi thi aur pahadon ke peeche suraj doob raha tha.
VASHUDEV MISHRA: (Nadi ke shaant paani ko dekhte hue) "Beta, yeh pahad dekhe hain? Bahar se kitne shaant, sthir aur chup rehte hain. Par inhi ke seene mein itni aag dabi hai ki jab phat-te hain toh poori duniya ko hila dete hain. Insaan ko bhi aisa hi hona chahiye. Apni taqat, apna gussa, apne jazbaat... sabko apne andar samundar ki tarah shaant rakho. Aur jab zaroorat pade... toh aisi tabaahi machao ki dushman ki rooh bhi kaanp jaaye."
(Flashback Ends)
Ravi ne jhatke se apni aankhein kholi. Baba ki awaaz aaj bhi uske kaano mein goonj rahi thi. Usne apni muthiyan bheench li. Aaj raat, use apne andar ke uss toofan ko shaant rakhna tha.
GUPTA CYBER CAFÉ - ZIMMEDARI KI PEHCHAN
Shaam ke 6. Gupta Cyber Café mein bheed tha. Ravi ek machine ki tarah kaam kar raha tha—ek taraf printout nikaal raha tha, doosri taraf ek customer ka form bharne mein madad kar raha tha. Uske chehre par na thakan tha, na party ka utsah.
Usne ghadi dekha. Woh Mr. Gupta ke paas gaya.
RAVI: "Gupta ji, aaj school mein ek zaroori function hai. Kya main 30 minute pehle, 6:30 baje nikal sakta hoon?"
Mr. Gupta ne apne chashme ke upar se use dekha. Woh Ravi ki mehnat aur imaandari se prabhavit the.
MR. GUPTA: (Muskurate hue) "Arre, Freshers' party hai na? Maine poster dekha tha. Jaa beta, jaa. Yeh umar mauj-masti ki hi hoti hai. Par dekh kar achha laga ki tum mauj-masti ke liye apni zimmedari nahi bhoolte. Jaa, aish kar."
Ravi ke chehre par ek halki si muskaan aayi. "Shukriya, Gupta ji." Woh keh kar bahar nikal gaya. Is chamak-damak ki duniya mein, yeh chhoti-chhoti imaandari ki khushiyan hi uske liye sab kuch thi.
Part 2: Toofan Se Pehle Ki Khamoshi
Raat ne Dilli ke aasmaan par apni siyahi chaadar phaila di thi, par aaj Delhi Higher Secondary School ka campus uss chaadar mein chamakte sitaaron ki tarah jagmaga raha tha. Auditorium ka mahaul kisi high-voltage concert se kam nahi tha, Auditorium se aati bass ki dhmak aur laser lights ki rangeen kirnein, hostel ki khidkiyon se takra kar ek ajeeb sa, bechain karne wala samaa bandh rahi thi. Yeh Freshers' Night thi—ek aisi raat jahan naye chehre purani kahaniyon ka hissa banne wale the, jahan naqaab pehne jaate the aur utaare bhi.
INT. SHAHEED BHAGAT SINGH BOYS HOSTEL - ROOM 214 - NIGHT
Room No. 214 mein aaino ke saamne teen alag-alag duniyaayein taiyaar ho rahi thi.
Kabir, high-volume music par naach raha tha aur har do minute mein shirt badal raha tha. Fir ek chamakdar neeli shirt pehne, apne baalon par teesri baar gel laga raha tha. Uske chehre par aisi excitement thi jaise aaj hi uski shaadi ho.
KABIR: (Aaine mein khud ko aankh maarte hue)
"Bhai, yeh 'killer look' hai ya 'super killer look'? Aaj dance floor ka Badshah main hi banunga!"
"Room 214 ka star aaj dance floor par aag laga dega! Amit, tu bas dekhta ja, aaj saari freshers mujhse hi 'impress' hongi. Waise Ravi… tu kya soch raha hai? Party mein ja raha hai ya 'World War 3' ki planning kar raha hai? Itna serious toh hamare principal bhi nahi rehte."
Amit, jise zabardasti ek theek-thaak shirt pehnayi gayi thi, apni physics ki kitaab ko aise dekh raha tha jaise usse vida le raha ho.
AMIT: "Iss shor mein toh Einstein bhi fail ho jaata. "Mera bas chale toh main 'Theory of Relativity' ke saath apni raat guzaar loon. Kam se kam woh dhokha toh nahi deti. Party mein bas shor aur jhooti muskaanen hongi. It's illogical."
Ravi, teeno mein sabse shaant, ek simple si black shirt aur blue jeans mein khada tha. Woh taiyaar toh ho chuka tha, par uski aankhein kahin aur thi. Uske haath mein woh purani black-and-white tasveer thi, jise woh baar-baar dekh raha tha. Us choti si ladki ka chehra uske dimaag mein ek paheli ki tarah ghoom raha tha.
KABIR: (Ravi ke kandhe par haath rakhkar) "Oye hero! Kahan kho gaya? Sia Sharma ka khayal hai ya uss nayi 'Atom Bomb' Alisha ka? Suna hai dono ki nazrein tujh par hi hain. Ek Juliet (Sia) ke liye aashiq bana, ab doosri (Alisha) aake Devdas bana degi. Hans le thoda, party hai, funeral nahi."
Bada lucky hai tu, bhai. Ek taraf saadgi ki moorat, doosri taraf qayamat ka trailer."
Ravi ne tasveer ko apni jeb mein rakha. Uske chehre par ek halki, udas muskaan thi.
RAVI: "Kabhi kabhi jo dikhta hai, woh hota nahi, Kabir. Aur jo hota hai, woh kabhi dikhta nahi. Yeh party sirf ek party nahi, ek shatranj ki bisaat hai. Bas dekhna yeh hai ki kaun mohra hai, aur kaun khiladi."
Uski awaaz mein ek aisi gehraayi thi ki Kabir ka mazaakiya chehra bhi ek pal ke liye ajeeb ho gaya.
INT. GIRLS' HOSTEL - SIA'S ROOM - NIGHT
Sia aaine ke saamne khadi thi. Usne ek halki Gulaabi rang ki, simple si kurti pehni thi, jiske saath usne silver jhumke daale the. Woh khoobsurat lag rahi thi, par uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb si kashmakash saaf jhalak rahi thi. Uska phone vibrate hua. Screen par "Dada Sahab" ka naam chamka.
SIA:
(Dheemi aawaz mein) "Pranaam, Dada Sahab.
DADA SAHAB: (Phone ke doosri taraf se ek bhaari, damdaar aawaz) "Vijayi Bhava, beti. Yaad hai na, aaj ki raat ka maqsad? Humare paas zyada waqt nahi hai. Arjun Rathore ke vishwas ki chabi aaj tumhare haath mein hai. Woh mohra humari jung ke liye bahut zaroori hai. Apne dil ki nahi, dimaag ki sunna."
SIA: (Aankhein band karke) "Ji, Dada Sahab. Mujhe mera maqsad yaad hai.
Phone cut gaya. Sia ne apni aankhein kholi. Aaine mein use apna chehra nahi, ek sipahi ka aks dikha, jo ek anjaani jung ladne jaa rahi thi. "Tum ek sipahi ho, Sia. Jazbaaton mein behna mat," usne khud se kaha.
Uske dil ke ek kone mein Ravi ka shaant chehra tha, aur doosre kone mein Dada Sahab ka hukm. Aaj use in dono mein se ek ko chunna tha.
EXT. SCHOOL CAMPUS - ARJUN'S CAR - NIGHT
Ek chamakti hui Mercedes campus ke V.I.P. parking mein aakar ruki. Arjun Rathore ek designer black suit mein bahar nikla. Uske saath uske dost aur Riya the.
RIYA: (Arjun ke suit ko theek karte hue, flirting tone mein) "Wow, Arjun! Aaj toh tum bilkul kisi prince ki tarah lag rahe ho. I'm sure, aaj party ki queen toh main hi banungi, right?"
Arjun ne uski taraf dekha, par uski aankhon mein Riya ke liye koi jagah nahi thi. Uski nazrein auditorium ke entrance ko talaash rahi thi.
ARJUN: (Apne doston se) "Sab kuch taiyaar hai na? Performance mein koi gadbad nahi honi chahiye. Aaj ki raat Sia ki yaadon mein hamesha ke liye kaid ho jaani chahiye."
ARJUN (Inner Monologue) "Aaj shatranj ki woh chaal chalunga... jiske baad Rani khud chalkar Baadshah ke paas aa jayegi. Pyaar aur jung mein sab jaayaz hai... aur mere liye, Sia, tum mera pyaar bhi ho aur meri jung bhi."
INT. ALISHA'S ROOM - NIGHT
Sia ke theek bagal wale kamre mein ,Alisha ek alag hi khel ki taiyaari mein thi. Usne ek bold red dress chuni thi, jo uske confident nature ko poori tarah se suit kar rahi thi. Usne apne phone se ek number dial kiya.
ALISHA: "Haan, sab plan ke mutabik hai. Main taiyaar hoon.
UNKNOWN VOICE: (Ek pathar jaisi thandi aawaz, jise sunkar lage ki insaan nahi, koi machine bol rahi ho - "Yaad rakhna, Alisha. Hamein Ravi ka sach nahi, uski kamzori jaanni hai. Usse provoke karo. Uski dhaal Sia hai, ussi dhaal par vaar karna hai. Woh tootna chahiye.
ALISHA: (Ek khatarnak muskaan ke saath) "Don't worry, Sir. Aaj ki raat, Ravi Mishra ko uske ateet ka aaina main dikhaungi."
"Aaj shikaar khud shikaari ke jaal mein aayega."
Phone cut gaya. Alisha ne aakhri baar aaine mein khud ko dekha. Woh ek shikaari thi, jo apne shikaar ke liye jaal bichhane jaa rahi thi.
Part 3: Party Shuru - Nazron Ka Khel
INT. SCHOOL AUDITORIUM - NIGHT
Auditorium ek alag hi duniya ban chuka tha Auditorium aaj ek naye rang mein saji hui thi. Chandeliers ki roshni seedhi un jawaan chehron par gir rahi thi jo naye sapno ke saath college mein aaye the. Stage ke piche purple aur silver curtains halki hawa se hil rahe the, jaise khud bhi is raat ka hissa ban gaye ho. Music system test ho raha tha, mic se kabhi-kabhi “check, check” ki awaaz auditorium mein goonj jaati.
Front row mein college ke teachers baithe the.
Principal Mr. Verma apne safed kurte aur navy blue blazer mein ghadi dekhte hue sab kuch discipline ke nazariye se observe kar rahe the.
Ms. Meera, Math teacher, turquoise silk ki sari mein khadi hui lag rahi thi—har student par ek meethi si smile, par aankhon mein kuch aur… jaise unhe andaza ho ki yeh sirf ek party nahi, kuch zyada bhi hone wala hai.
Professor Tripathi, Science ke senior-most teacher, ek taraf files lapet kar rakhe the. Woh apni thick specs se crowd scan karte hue bas itna hi bolte: “Order maintain rehna chahiye.”
Sabhi kirdaaron ne is mehfil mein apne-apne andaaz mein pravesh kiya. Sia jab andar aayi, toh uski saadgi ne kayi logon ka dhyaan kheencha.
Aur jab Alisha ne entry li, toh ek pal ke liye music bhi dheema pad gaya. Uski red dress aur confident chaal ne sabki nazrein apni taraf mod li. Woh ek aag ke shole ki tarah thi.
Ravi, Amit aur Kabir ke saath, ek andhere kone mein khada tha, jaise woh is chamak-damak wali duniya ka hissa hokar bhi na ho.
Arjun ki entry hui toh auditorium mein ek ajeeb sa pressure chha gaya. Arjun, ek raja ki tarah, apne doston ki fauj ke saath.Designer suits, sporty watches aur unki body language hi keh rahi thi ki poore campus ka control unke paas hai.
Back row mein asli show shuru ho raha tha—seniors apni hi ada mein baith gaye the. Jab koi junior stage par aata, woh ya toh sarcastic clap karte, ya phir ek dusre ko dekh kar muskurate.
Party formally start hui. Pehli performance—ek group dance juniors ka—“Kala Chashma” par. Crowd cheer karta raha, par Aryan ki halki si smirk aur teachers ki polite taali ke beech juniors ki nervous energy clear thi. Fir ek ladki ne “O Re Piya” gaaya—awaz madhur thi, aur Ms. Meera ki aankhon mein ek garv chamak uthi.
Issi bich Alisha ki nazrein bheed mein sirf Ravi ko dhoondh rahi thi. Jaise hi usne use dekha, woh seedhe uske paas chali gayi. Sia kuch doori par khadi yeh sab dekh rahi thi.
ALISHA: (Ravi ke bilkul paas aakar, apni aawaz ko dheema karke) "Black shirt... hamesha ki tarah, andhere mein hi rehte ho, Ravi. "Waise, Ravi... yeh party ka shor, yeh jhooti muskaanen... yeh sab tumhari duniya nahi hai, hai na? Tumhari duniya toh Baramulla ki uss veerane haveli jaisi hai... khamosh, gehri aur raazon se bhari. Suna hai wahan aaj bhi ek masoom ladki ki aatma bhatakti hai. Koi raaz hai kya uss haveli ka? …"Kahin woh raaz tum toh nahi?"
Ravi ki aankhein ek pal ke liye thandi pad gayi. Is ladki ko itna sab kuch kaise pata tha?
Alisha ki aankhon mein ek aisi chamak thi jaise woh sab jaanti ho. Ravi ne kuch nahi kaha, par uski muthiyan bheench gayi. Sia ne unhein itni kareebi se baat karte dekha, aur uska dil doobne laga. Use laga jaise Ravi aur Alisha ke beech kuch aisa hai jisse woh anjaan hai.
Tabhi Arjun, ek hero ki tarah, Sia ke paas aaya.
ARJUN: "Akele kyun khadi ho, Sia? Yeh shor shayad tumhe pasand nahi. Chalo, main tumhe is bheed se kahin door le chalta hoon.
Arjun use ek quieter section ki taraf le gaya, jahan kam log the. Woh uske liye drink laya, uski har chhoti-badi zaroorat ka khayal rakh raha tha. Riya door se yeh sab dekhkar jal-bhun rahi thi.
Ravi ki nazrein Sia par tiki thi. Use Arjun ke saath dekhkar uske andar ek ajeeb si bechaini ho rahi thi. Woh jaanta tha ki Arjun ek khiladi hai, par woh Sia ko samjha nahi sakta tha.
AMIT: "Agar itni hi chinta hai toh jaakar baat kar. Aise door se dekhne se kuch nahi hoga. Physics ka niyam hai, 'Force must be applied for an object to change its state'."
RAVI: "Kuch cheezon par force nahi, waqt lagana padta hai, Amit. Aur abhi waqt mera nahi hai."
Ravi ki aankhon mein ek aisi laachari thi jo uske doston ne pehle kabhi nahi dekhi thi.
Part 4: Center Stage - Dil, Dhokha Aur Dhamaka
Achanak auditorium ki saari lights band ho gayi. Ek single spotlight stage par padi. Music band ho chuka tha.
Isi dauran, Ravi auditorium ke corner se sab observe kar raha tha. Uske chehre par ek calm mask tha, par andar kuch aur. Usne dekha kaise Ferrari Brothers apne juniors ko signals de rahe the—jaise kuch plan chal raha ho. Ravi ki aankhen thodi der ke liye stage par gayi… aur wahaan …..
Host announce karta hai: “Ladies and gentlemen… please welcome hamare apne star, Arjun Rathore!”
Spotlight seedha Arjun par giri.Wo ek guitar haat mein pakad ke stage par aaya. Uska confident walk, dazzling smile aur apni jagah banane ka andaz juniors ko attract karta tha. Teachers taali bajate hain, seniors apas mein fuse mein:
“Dekho hero banne aaya hai…”
Sia peechhe se sab dekh rahi thi. Uska dil tez dhadak raha tha—Arjun ki presence se khud ko alag karna mushkil tha, par uski aankhon ke kone Ravi ko bhi dhoondh rahe the. Uske beech ek khamosh tanav tha jo sirf dono samajh rahe the.
ARJUN: (Mic mein, uski aawaz poore hall mein goonji)
"Aksar kaha jaata hai ki khamoshi mein sabse zyada shor hota hai. Par kuch khamoshiyan aisi hoti hain, jinhein samajhne ke liye lafzon ki nahi, ek dhun ki zaroorat padti hai. Yeh performance, campus ke uss naye, sabse khoobsurat chehre ke liye hai, jiski ek muskaan ne meri duniya badal di. Sia… this is for you."
Arjun ne guitar par ek khoobsurat dhun chhedi. Usne ek romantic geet gaana shuru kiya. Uski aawaz mein ek aisa jaadu tha ki poora auditorium mantramugdh ho gaya. Sabki nazrein Sia par thi. Woh sharm se laal ho chuki thi, par use yeh sab kahin na kahin achha bhi lag raha tha. Ravi ke dil mein jaise kisi ne khanjar utaar diya ho.
Jaise hi gaana khatam hua, poora hall taaliyon se goonj utha. "Arjun! Arjun!" ke naare lagne lage.
Ferrari Brothers ek dusre ki taraf dekh kar muskuraye—“Perfect , hero.”
Usi pal, Riya, jiska chehra gusse aur jalan se tamtama raha tha, Sia ke paas se guzri aur "galti se" uske haath se cold drink ka glass Sia ki Gulaabi kurti par gira diya.
RIYA: (Jhooti maafi maangte hue)
"Oh my God! I'm so sorry, Sia. Galti se ho gaya. Mera pair phisal gaya."
Sia ki khoobsurat dress par gehre rang ka daag lag chuka tha. Arjun gusse mein Riya par chillaya.
ARJUN: "Are you blind, Riya?! Dekh kar nahi chal sakti?"
Isse pehle ki maamla aur badhta, DJ ne ek couple dance ka announcement kar diya. Arjun ne foran Sia ka haath pakda.
Sia na nahi keh paayi. Woh Arjun ke saath dance floor par chali gayi. Doosri taraf, Alisha ne is mauke ka fayda uthaya aur Ravi ko kheench kar dance floor par le aayi.
Ab manzar ajeeb tha. Dance floor ke beech mein, Arjun aur Sia naach rahe the, par Sia ki bechain nazrein bheed mein Ravi ko dhoondh rahi thi. Aur unse thodi doori par, Ravi aur Alisha naach rahe the, par Ravi ki pathar jaisi nigahein sirf Sia par tiki thi.
ALISHA: (Ravi ke kaan mein, dheere se) "Kyun takleef de rahe ho khud ko? Woh uss chamakti duniya ke liye bani hai, Arjun Rathore jaise prince ke liye. Tumhari duniya alag hai, Ravi. Ek aisi duniya jahan har mod par maut intezaar karti hai. Main jaanti hoon... kyunki meri duniya bhi kuch aisi hi hai."
Ravi chaunk gaya. Alisha kya jaanti thi? Woh kaun thi?
Dance partners switch karne ka announcement hua. Ek pal ke liye kismat ne apna khel khela. Ravi ghoom kar Sia ke saamne aa gaya. Aur Sia, Arjun ko chhod kar Ravi ke paas.
Music slow ho chuka tha. Ravi ne Sia ki kamar par haath rakha, aur Sia ne uske kandhe par. Dono ek doosre ke itne kareeb the ki woh ek doosre ki dhadkanein sun sakte the. Koi lafz nahi tha, sirf saansein aur dhadkanein thi.
Sia ki aankhon mein hazaaron shikaayatein thi, "Kyun Ravi? Kyun itne door ho?" Ravi ki aankhon mein ek hi jawaab tha, "Kyunki main tumhari tabahi nahi, tumhara pehredaar banna chahta hoon."
Ek lafz bhi nahi kaha gaya. Par unki aankhein hazaaron baatein kar rahi thi. Sia ki aankhon mein sawaal the, shikaayatein thi. Ravi ki aankhon mein dard tha, ek ankahee maafi thi, aur bepanah pyaar tha.
RAVI (Inner Monologue): "Kaise bataun tumhein... ki tumse door rehna hi tumhein mehfooz rakhne ka tareeka hai. Har saans mein tera naam hai, har dhadkan mein tera ehsaas... Par mere raaste kaanton se bhare hain. Main tumhe uss andhere mein kaise le aaun?"
SIA (Inner Monologue): "Kyun itne raaz hain tumhari aankhon mein, Ravi? Kyun tum mujhe paas aane nahi dete? Ek taraf mera farz hai, aur doosri taraf yeh dil... jo sirf tumhara naam leta hai."
Yeh pal jaise hamesha ke liye theher gaya.Yeh khamosh guftagu zyada der na chali.
Tabhi ek sakht haath toofan ke tararah aaya aur Ravi ko sia se alag kar diya. Who Aryan Rathore tha.
ARYAN: (Gusse mein) "Party khatam ho gayi tere liye.
Aryan, Ravi ko kheench kar auditorium ke ek andhere corridor mein le gaya. Usne Ravi ko deewar se sataya aur uska collar pakad liya.
ARYAN: (Dheemi par zehreelee aawaz mein) "Maine kaha tha door reh. Yeh aakhri baar samjha raha hoon. Agar ab tu Sia ke 10 feet ke daayre mein bhi dikha, toh Kashmir wapas jaane ke liye tere jism ke tukde jodne padenge."
"Teri kismat achhi hai ki yeh school hai. Bahar milta toh teri saansein bhi kiraye par chal rahi hoti. Aakhri warning hai, 'pahadi'... uss ladki se door rehna."
Ravi ne shaanti se uski aankhon mein dekha. Uske chehre par darr ka nishaan tak nahi tha. Yeh shaanti Aryan ke gusse ko aur bhadka rahi thi. Par Ravi ne kuch nahi kaha. Woh chup-chaap wahan se chala gaya.
Wahin auditorium ke upar se Arjun stage ki taraf jaa raha tha, par uske haathon mein ek folded paper tha — Sameer se aayi hui kuch lines: “Plan executed. Agar koi interfere kare — handle quietly.” Arjun ke chehre par ek muskaan thi jo hero ki nahi, bahut thandi kisi strategist ki thi. Uska jalva wahi, uski chaal wahi — lekin ab woh kuch alag bhi tha: uski aankhon mein ek manat thi jo kisi shatranj ke master ki hoti hai.
Part 4: Asli Khel - Maut Aur Mohra - BRUTAL FIGHT
Party lagbhag khatam ho chuki thi. Riya, Arjun se beizzati hokar, rote hue parking lot ki taraf jaa rahi thi. Woh akele thi. Achanak, andhere se paanch-chhe saaye nikle aur use gher liya. Woh Kallu aur uski gang thi. , aur is baar unke haath mein sharab ki bottlein aur ek ke haath mein chamakta hua chaku tha.
KALLU: (Gandi hansi ke saath) "Badi 'queen' ban rahi thi na party mein? Chal ab humein dikha apna attitude
Kallu ke aadmi uski taraf badhne lage. Riya darr ke maare cheekhne lagi. Unka iraada sirf darane ka tha, jo unhein Arjun ne kaha tha, par sharaab ke nashe mein unki himmat badh chuki thi.
Ravi, party se nikal kar hostel jaa raha tha. Usne Riya ki cheekh suni. Ek pal ke liye woh ruka. Uska is maamle se koi lena-dena nahi tha. Par phir uski maa ki baat uske kaano mein goonji: "Insaan banna mushkil hai, beta."
Uske kadam apne aap parking lot ki taraf mud gaye.
Wahan ka manzar dekhkar uske khoon mein ubaal aa gaya.
RAVI: (Ek aisi aawaz jo usne aaj tak istemaal nahi ki thi—thandi, pathar jaisi aur maut ki tarah shaant) "Chhod do usse."
Kallu aur uske aadmi palte. Ek aam se ladke ko dekhkar woh hans pade.
KALLU: "Ek aur hero aa gaya! Aaj toh hero-giri ka mela laga hai. Ja beta, doodh pee ke so ja.
Ek gunde ne bottle tod Ravi ki taraf lapka. Agle hi pal jo hua, woh kisi ne socha bhi nahi tha.
Ravi ne bottle wale haath ko Wing Chun ke Pak Sau (slapping hand) se deflect kiya aur usi pal doosre haath ki ungliyon se Bil Jee (thrusting fingers) style mein uske gale par vaar kiya. Gunda bina aawaz ke zameen par gir gaya, saans ke liye tadapne laga.
Gunda 2 (chaku wala) ne pet mein chaku maarne ki koshish ki. Ravi Krav Maga ke 360 Defense se chaku wale haath ko side karte hue ek kadam andar aaya aur apne ghutne se uske groin par poori taqat se prahaar kiya. Gunda cheekhta hua neeche jhuka. Ravi ne uske baal pakde aur uska sir saamne khadi car ke bonnet par de maara. DHADAAM! Metal aur haddi ke takrane ki ek bhayanak aawaz aayi.
Gunda 3 aur 4 ek saath daude.Ravi ne Aikido ki furti se Gunda 3 ki kalai pakad kar Kotegaeshi (wrist turn throw) lock lagaya aur use Gunda 4 ke saamne ek dhaal ki tarah istemaal kiya. Phir zameen par ek spinning leg sweep se Gunda 4 ko giraya aur uske takhne par is tarah pair maara ki 'KADAK' karke haddi tootne ki saaf aawaz aayi. Gunda dard se zameen par gir kar tadapne laga.
Sab chaunk gaye. Yeh koi school ka ladka nahi tha. Uski har movement ek trained fighter ki thi.Ravi ladh nahi raha tha, woh shikaar kar raha tha. Uski fighting style brutal, efficient aur deadly thi. Uske haath aur pair itni raftaar se chal rahe the jaise kisi ne hawa ko shape de diya ho. Kallu Gang ke 6 gunde uske aas-paas ghire hue the—lathi, chain aur ek ke haath mein bottle.
Ravi ek insaan nahi lag raha tha… ek shadow tha.
Sia, jo Ravi ke peeche-peeche chinta mein aayi thi, ek car ke peeche chhip kar yeh sab dekh rahi thi. Uski aankhein darr se phail gayi thi. Yeh Ravi ka woh roop tha jiski usne kalpana bhi nahi ki thi. Yeh hero nahi, ek tabaahi ka manzar tha. Woh kaanp rahi thi, darr se zyada hairat se.
Kallu ab darr se kaanp raha tha. Ravi uski taraf dheere-dheere badha. Uska chehra ekdum shaant tha. Yahi shaanti sabse zyada darawni thi. Usne Kallu ko collar se uthaya.
RAVI: "Kisne bheja hai?"
Kallu ke muh se lafz nahi nikle. Ravi ne uske chehre par ek Systema-style palm strike maara. Yeh punch dikhne mein halka tha, par isne Kallu ke jism ke andar ek shockwave bhej di. Uske muh aur naak se khoon behne laga. Dard se karahte hue, galti se uski jeb se ek wallet gir jaata hai.
Ravi ko ehsaas hua ki koi use dekh raha hai. Usne foran Kallu ko chhoda aur andhere mein gayab ho gaya, par jaane se pehle usne woh wallet utha liya tha.
Sia wahin khadi kaanp rahi thi. Ravi jaa chuka tha. Kallu aur uske aadmi zameen par tadap rahe the.
INT. RAVI'S ROOM - LATER
Ravi apne kamre mein aakar darwaza band karta hai. Uski saansein tez thi, adrenaline abhi bhi uske khoon mein daud raha tha. Usne Kallu ka wallet khola. Andar aakhon ko hairan kar dene wali cash thi... aur ek choti si parchhi.
Parchhi par ek naam aur number likha tha - "Sameer - 98****"**.
Sameer... Arjun Rathore ka sabse khaas dost.Sameer... Arjun Rathore's best friend.
Ravi ki aankhon ke saamne sab kuch saaf ho gaya. Campus mein Sia ko bachane wala 'attack'... Riya ko 'saza' dene wala yeh attack... sab kuch ek hi shatranj ke khiladi ki chaalein thi. Arjun Rathore. Woh hero nahi, is kahani ka sabse bada villain tha.
RAVI: (Dheemi, khatarnak aawaz mein khud se)
"Khel shatranj ka hai... aur Baadshah ne apni pehli chaal chal di hai. Par woh bhool gaya... is khel mein sirf mohre aur Baadshah nahi hote. Kabhi kabhi, andhere mein chhipa ek Pehredaar... poori baazi palat deta hai."
Ravi ki aankhon mein ab laachari nahi, ek aag thi. Ek aisi aag jo Rathore samrajya ko jala kar raakh kar sakti thi. Khel ab shuru ho chuka tha. Asli khel.
Part 5: Jungle Ka Kanoon - Ek Naya Shikaari
Hazaron mile door, Madhya Pradesh ke ghane, andhere jungle mein... Chandni raat mein, ek aadmi, jiska jism pahad jaisa mazboot aur purane zakhmon se bhara tha, ek vishaal Bengal Tiger se ladh raha tha. Sher ki ek aankh se khoon beh raha tha, par uski dahad jungle ko dehalane ke liye kaafi tha.
Sher ne uss aadmi par aakhri hamla kiya. Par woh aadmi dara nahi. Usne dahadte hue sher ko apni baahon mein jakad liya. Yeh insaan aur jaanwar ki nahi, do toofano ki takkar tha. Aadmi ke muscles tan gaye, nasen phool gayi, aur usne ek aisi dahad maara jo sher se bhi zyada bhayanak tha. Usne poori taqat se sher ko uthaya aur ek bade se ped par de maara. Sher dard se karahta hua zameen par dher ho gaya.
Woh aadmi apne ghutnon par baith gaya, uska saansein tez chal rahi tha. Usne aasman mein chamakte chand ki taraf dekha. Uski aankhon mein nafrat ka aag tha.
US AADMI KI DAHAD: (Uska aawaz jungle ke har kone mein goonji , jaise baadal garaj rahe hon)
"TAYYARI KARO! US JUNG KI... JISKI AAHAT SE YEH KAYNAAT BHI KAANPEGI! YEH SIRF SHURUAT NAHI... YEH PRALAY KA AAGHAZ HAI! JAB HUM LAUTENGE... TOH ITIHAAS RAKHT SE LIKHA JAYEGA... AUR US RAKHT KA PEHLA KATRA GIREGA... USS PARIVAAR KA!"
Jungle mein ek bhayanak khamoshi chha gayi. Yeh kaun tha? Aur kis parivaar se uska kya dushmani tha?
Khel ab school ke campus se nikal kar itihaas ke un panno tak pahunch chuka tha,jinpar shayad khoon se nayi kahaniyan likhi jaani baaki thi. Aur is khel ka har khiladi, anjaane mein, ek aisi qayamat ki taraf badh raha tha jiska anjaam sirf tabaahi tha.
“Kya yeh sirf ek school life hai, ya ek aisi kahani jismein pyaar, dosti aur dhokhe ke saath ek gehra raaz chhupa hai? Pata chalega… sirf aage.”
