Thriller "D R A C O – Sach Ka Pehredaar Ya Tabahi Ka Naam?"
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Update 4 – "K H E L"
25th floor ke penthouse mein ek 15 saal ka ladka apne bade se futon bed par hila, sapnon mein uljha hua.
Sapna (Dream)
Snowy mountains… hawa tez chal rahi hai.
Do chhote bachche barf mein khel rahe hain. Awaazon ki goonj — masoom hasna, barf ki khanak.
Ek bachcha barf ka gola banata hai… aur zor se fekta hai.
THUD!
Barf ka gola seedha ladke ke chehre pe lagta hai.
Uski aankh jhatke se khulti hai.
Ladka jor se saans le raha hai. Mathe par pasina, aankhon mein uljhan aur udaasi ka misran.
Ladka (Japanese, halki awaaz mein):
「また…同じ夢か。」
(Mata… onaji yume ka.)
(Phir… wahi sapna…)
Woh apne seene ko dabaata hai, jaise sapne ka bojh dil tak utar gaya ho.
Tabhi shoji door dheere se khulta hai.
Entry – Servant
Ek 50 saal ka Japanese servant — safed baalon ke saath neat uniform mein, haath mein cordless phone. Bow karta hai aur soft awaaz mein bolta hai.
Servant (Japanese):
「坊ちゃん…お電話です。奥様から。」
(Bocchan… o-denwa desu. Okusama kara.)
(Young master… phone aaya hai. Madam ka.)
Ladka (thodi hichkichahat se, Japanese):
「母さん…？」
(Kaa-san…?)
(Maa…?)
Servant (Japanese, bow karte hue):
「はい。奥様はお待ちです。」
(Hai. Okusama wa omachi desu.)
(Haan. Madam aapka intezaar kar rahi hain.)
Ladka phone uthata hai. Ungliyan thodi kaamp rahi hoti hain.
Gwalior, Madhya Pradesh ( waqt, 8 PM IST)
Ek rajwada-style haveli. Safed marble ke pillars, purane jhoomar, diwaron par talwaron aur purkashish paintings ka rang.
Ek 38 saal ki aurat ek bada antique rotary phone apne haath mein liye bethi hai.
Mother’s Look
Conversation – Mother & Son
Maa (phone par, soft tone):
“Uth gaya mera beta?”
Ladka (low voice, udasi chhupate hue):
“Hmm… maa.”
Maa pal bhar ke liye khamosh ho jaati hai. Uske aansu girte hain, par uski awaaz abhi bhi control mein hai.
Maa (samajh jaati hai):
“Phir se wahi sapna… na?”
Ladka (deep sigh, aankhen bandh karke):
“Hmm… maa. Wahi manzil… jo meri aankhon se jaati hi nahi. Jitni baar main sochta hoon ki bhool jaaun… utni hi baar woh aur gehri ho jaati hai.”
Maa aankhen band karti hai, pal bhar ke liye aansu nikal aate hain.
Maa (aansu dabaate hue, par dil mein dard ke saath):
“Beta… us manzil ko mehfoos rakhna hi toh teri kismat hai. Jo tera sapna hai… wahi tera bojh bhi hai.”
Ladka (teekhi awaaz mein, thoda rebellious):
“Par kyun maa? Kyun main hi? Main sirf 15 saal ka hoon… mera dil thak gaya hai. Mujhe lagta hai main kabhi aazad nahi ho paunga.”
Maa (dil tootne wali awaaz, par strong):
“Beta… apna bojh se bhaagne wale kabhi manzil tak nahi pahuchte. Tujhe yaad rakhna hoga — tu sirf mera beta nahi hai… tu us raaz ka waaris hai, jo duniya se chhupa hai.”
Ladka (aankhen nam, khidki ke bahar neon lights dekhte hue):
“Woh… kaise hai maa? Kya tumne kabhi dekha unhe?”
Maa (awaz phat jaati hai, ro kar):
“Pata nahi beta… main bhi taras gayi hoon. 10 saal ho gaye… 10 saal se main bas intezaar kar rahi hoon. Aur ab bhi… woh din nahi aaya.”
Maa apni aankhon ke aansu pochti hai, apna tone ekdum rajwada queen jaisa banati hai.
Maa (dumdaar, firm voice):
“Waqt aayega, beta. Tab tujhe khud bulaya jaayega. Tab tujhe samajh aayega ki tere sapne… bas sapne nahi hain. Woh raaz hain — aur woh raaz tujhe sachai tak le jaayenge.”
Ladka (slowly, whisper):
“Hmm… maa. Agar raaz itna gehra hai… toh main bhi taiyaar hoon. Chahe mujhe khud ko khona pade.”
Phone cut ho jaata hai.
Penthouse ke andar — ladka khidki ke paas jaa kar khada ho jaata hai.
Tokyo skyline ke upar se barf ki halki si boonden girti hain.
Uska chehra ek ajeeb mix of udaasi, gussa aur determination.
“Ek ladka… ek sapna… aur ek raaz. Tokyo ki unchaiyon aur Gwalior ki gehraiyon ke beech jo dor bandhi hai… kya wahi Ravi ki kahani ka asli rahasya hai. Aur jab waqt aayega…toh ek toofan zaroor uthega , Tab sirf ek sach bachega.”
DELHI HIGHER SECONDARY SCHOOL – CAMPUS GATE – DAY (2ND June 2015, 10:30 AM)
CAR — butterfly doors khulte hain.
Door se pehla silhouette nikalta hai — ek jawaan ladka, slim, confident. Phir doosra — bada, broad-shouldered, aankhon mein thanda gussa. Dono apni Ferrari lock karte hain aur ek dusre ko aankh maar kar smile dete hain — jaise campus unka playground ho.
Amit, Ravi aur Kabir curiosity se dekhte hain. Tabhi ek group ke 2–3 ladke unke paas aate hain.
Boy 1 (excited tone):
“Arre, tumhe pata hai na kaun hain ye dono?”
Kabir (eyebrows raise karke):
“Kaun? Film stars ke bete hain kya?”
Boy 2 (halki hansi, hushed tone):
“Film stars se zyada bade… inke baap hain Cabinet Minister Delhi mein. Naam hai Vikramaditya Rathore. Poore Rajasthan se lekar Delhi tak ka raj inke baap ke paas hai.” Paisa aur power dono inke khoon mein hai.
Ravi (thoda serious, softly):
“Cabinet Minister?”
Boy 3 (nervous hansi, whispering):
“Haan… aur inke paas paisa itna hai ki school kya… “Rajasthan ki adhee zameen, haveli, mahel… inke baap ke naam par hai. School mein koi bhi inke khilaaf awaaz uthata hai toh agle din uski zindagi ulat jaati hai.”
Ravi, Amit aur Kabir ek dusre ko dekhte hain. Unke chehre par curiosity ke saath ek halka sa darr bhi.
INTRO: RATHORE BROTHERS
Arjun Rathore — 16 saal (Classmate)
Vikramaditya Rathore — Cabinet Minister, Delhi.
Sab ek hi pal mein samajh gaye — yeh Rathores koi aam log nahi.
STUDENTS (chalta phirta gossip squad) approach karte hain — kuch familiar faces jo pehle se hi campus ki baat-cheet jaante.
Student 1 (whispering, excited):
“Woh suno — Arjun aur Aryan Rathore. Udaipur se aaye hain. Inke baap Vikramaditya Rathore… Delhi mein cabinet minister. Paisa? Matlab… jo chahoge, mil jayega.”
Student 2 (low, cautioning):
“Aur agar tumhe lagta hai yeh sirf show-off hai, soch samajh ke. Aryan se panga lena matlab khud ko mushkil mein daalna. Aur Arjun… uski smile… dekh ke khush mat ho — woh calculated hai.”
Student 3 (adds, nervous):
“Arjun class mein friendly lagta hai, par woh sab cheezein uske liye game hain. Bolte hain — Arjun jyada khatarnaak hai; Aryan seedha gussa dikhata, Arjun piche se blade chalata.”
Ravi, Amit, Kabir ek dusre ko dekhte hain — curiosity + unsettlement.
Aryan (loud, slow, with that dangerous smile):
“Good morning, Delhi Higher Secondary. Lagta hai aaj tumhare lawn pe naya colour add ho gaya.”
(ek pause)
“Yaad rakhna — yeh jagah abhi se thodi aur shiny hogayi hai… kyunki hum aa gaye hain.”
Uski baat mein threat bhi hai, charm bhi. Sab thoda step back kar lete hain.
Aryan -Ravi aur uske doston ki taraf walk karta hai, sunglasses utarta hai aur arrogant smile deta hai.
Aryan Rathore (18, smirk ke saath, hands in pocket):
“Tum teeno naye dikh rahe ho… admission hua hai, hmm?”
(Aryan ki awaaz mein ek command tha, jaise yeh sawaal nahi, ek statement ho.)
Kabir (thoda defensive, aankh utha ke):
“Haan… admission toh hua hai. Problem kya hai?”
(Amit turant Kabir ko elbow karta hai — jaise keh raha ho control kar.)
Arjun Rathore (16, calm, charming tone, Ravi ki taraf dekh kar):
“Relax, Kabir. Aryan ka style thoda rough hai… but dil mein utna bura nahi. Tum sab naye ho, toh naturally… spotlight tumpe aayegi. Waise… I’m Arjun.”
Aryan (loud, threatening):
“Welcome to our jungle, boys.Tum logon ne sahi jagah choose ki hai — kyunki yahan sirf do rule chalte hain… Rathore Brothers ke.”
Wo ek pause leta hai, aur fir smile karta hai jaise koi shikaar dekh raha ho.
Follow Rathore brothers… toh maze mein raho.
Challenge Rathore brothers… toh zinda rehna mushkil ho jaayega.”
Aryan (mock tone mein, Amit aur Kabir ko dekhte hue):
“Aur tum dono? Glasses-wale scholar aur foodie type dost. Tumhe sambhalna mushkil nahi hoga. Par…”
(he steps closer to Ravi, thoda intimidating)
“…Ravi. Tum different lagte ho. Mujhe dekh ke jhuk nahi rahe… that’s rare.”
Ravi (calm, direct voice):
“Main jhukta sirf unke saamne hoon, jinke liye respect naturally aata hai.”
(Poore crowd mein ek halki si gasp. Amit aur Kabir dono tension mein aajate hain. Kabir toh bas soch raha hota hai ki ab fight pakki.)
Aryan Ravi ke extremely close aata hai, cheek-to-cheek distance, uski aankhon mein direct ghurta hai.
Aryan (whisper tone, but threatening):
“Daring hai tum mein. Dekhenge kitna tikta hai yeh daring. School sirf books ka game nahi hai, Ravi. Yahaan power ka asli test hota hai.”
(Aryan smirk karta hai aur thoda peeche hat jaata hai.)
Principal Malhotra khud balcony se neeche aakar thoda tight voice mein bolte hain (par nazar mein tension):
Principal Malhotra (calm, but firm):
“Manners yahan sabke liye same hain. Agar koi rule tootega, school action lega. Delhi Higher Secondary mein kisi ko dar-dhamka ke rakhne ki ijazat nahi.”
(eye on Rathore brothers)
“Special privileges school policy mein nahi likhe hote.”
Aryan gives a half-bow, half-scoff — jaisa wo samajhta ho ke school ka authority us par apply nahi hota.
Aryan (mock respectful):
“Of course, Sir. Hum bas naye students ko thoda guide kar rahe the. Aap chinta mat kariye — hum khud discipline bahut pasand karte hain.”
(his tone: polite with venom underneath)
Principal Mr. Malhotra ke jaane ke baad
Arjun ek kadam Ravi ke paas aata hai, friendly smile ke saath. phir Ravi ke shoulder par haath rakhta hai, jaise bhai-bhai type friendly ho.
Arjun (softly, nearly sincere):
“Hi Ravi — main Arjun hoon. Same class, tumhe aage se dekha. “Don’t mind Aryan. Woh kabhi soft bolna nahi jaanta. Tum bas ek baat yaad rakho, Ravi…
Is school mein tumhe dosti bhi mil sakti hai aur dushmani bhi. Tumhe decide karna hai ki tum Rathore brothers ke saath kahan khade ho. Side pe… ya saath mein.” Don’t worry, hum log help kar denge. School thoda tough ho sakta hai… but jab tak tum humare saath ho, sab theek rahega.”
“Don’t worry… hum classmates hain. Tum mujhe apna dost bhi keh sakte ho.
Bas… ek baat yaad rakhna Ravi… is school mein sirf ek hi game chalta hai — power ka.”
Uske eyes thodi der Ravi ki aankhon mein tikti hain — jaise wo uska dimaag padh raha ho.
(Arjun’s smile lingers, but eyes cold)
“Bas ek choti si baat… secrets safe rakhna, aur hamesha apni jagah samajh lena.”
Uska “help” offer meetha hai — par Ravi ko kuch andar se khatakta hai. Kuch unsaid threat waha hi latent hai.
(Ravi thoda stiff ho jaata hai. Usse lagta hai jaise Arjun uska andhar tak dekh raha ho.)
Arjun Ravi ke kaan ke paas jhukta hai aur sirf uske liye ek line bolta hai — mysterious, half-smile ke saath:
Arjun (whisper):
“Jaldi hi tumhe ek aisa sach pata chalega… jo tumhe ya toh hamara sabse close dost banayega… ya phir hamara pehla shikar.”
(Ravi uske smile ko dekhta hai. Bahar se charming lag raha hai, par uski aankhon mein ek dark secret chhupa hua hai. Ravi ko feel hota hai jaise yeh handshake ek contract jaisa hai.)
Aryan aur Arjun dono ek dusre ko aankh maarte hain. Aryan loud voice mein chillata hai:
Aryan (boldly):
“School ke naye bacche sun lo! Ye jagah Rathore brothers ka hai. Jo hume follow karega, woh maze karega… jo hume challenge karega… uski kahani khatam ho jaayegi.”
Campus mein ekdum silence. Ravi ke mann mein ajeeb sa darr + gussa mix hone lagta hai.
Ferrari brothers crowd cheer ke beech mein disappear hote hain.
Amit (nervous tone, whispering):
“Ravi, mujhe lagta hai tumhe door rehna chahiye in dono se…”
Kabir (bold, par thoda shake hoke):
“Door? Yaar, mujhe toh lagta hai ye dono school ko apna wrestling ring bana denge.”
Ravi thoda confuse, Kabir gusse mein, Amit seedha scared lagta hai.
Tabhi ek boys ka group unke pass ata hai
Boy 1 (fear tone mein):
“Bachke rehna Ravi… Aryan Rathore se panga lena matlab apni zindagi khud barbaad karna. Uske connections aur paisa… dono tumhe choor-choor kar denge.”
Boy 2 (low tone):
“Un dono se door raho… Aryan Rathore se panga lena matlab apna career khud khatam karna. Aur “Arjun bhale innocent lagta hai … lekin uske innocent smile se dhokha mat khana, par asal mein woh Aryan se bhi zyada khatarnaak hai. Dil ka kaala, dimaag ka tez. Tumhe hamesha uske saath safe lagta hai… par asli game wohi khelta hai.” asli khiladi wahi hai.”
“Ek taraf Ravi ki seedhi zindagi… doosri taraf Rathore brothers ki shatranj.
Aur jab yeh paths takraayenge… toh kahani sirf ek raaz chhod ke jaayegi.”
PURANI HAVELI – SECRET CHAMBER – (2nd JUNE 2015 , 11:00 AM)
Andhera, bada hall. Deewaron par talwarein aur purane shields latke hue hain. Upar se ek bade jhoomar ka dim light gir raha hai.
65 saal ka Buzurg rolling chair par baitha hai. Uski aankhen band hain, dono haath talwar ke hilt par tikaye hue, jaise kisi soch mein dooba ho.
Darwaza dheere se khulta hai. Ek aadmi jhukkar aata hai.
Aadmi (head bowed, trembling voice):
“Jai Hind… Samraat.”
Samraat apna sar uthata hai, aankhen tez bijli ki tarah chamak rahi hain.
Samraat (barf jaisi thandi awaaz):
“Kaam ho gaya?”
Aadmi (hichkichahat se):
“Nahi, Samraat… kaam adhura reh gaya. Us ladke ko ek ladki ne… bacha liya.”
Yeh admi koi aur nahi wo scorpio driver tha…
Samraat ka chehra ekdum badal jaata hai.
Wo talwar par apni ungli ghumaata hai, aur ek jhatke se table par maar deta hai.
Samraat (garaj kar):
“Ek LADKI?! Dus saal ki yojna… aur ek chhoti si ladki ne usse tod diya?!”
Room ke andar ki hawa bhari ho jaati hai, jaise deewar bhi uske gusse se dar rahi ho.
Samraat turant ek purana black telephone uthata hai. Uski rotary dial dheere-dheere ghummi jaati hai.
PAHAD– SAME TIME
Beech pahadon ke beech ek purana house . Andar ek room mein ek damdaar admi, phone uthata hai.
Admi (loud, loyal tone):
“Jai Hind, Samraat!”
Samraat:
“Dev… tumse ye umeed nahi thi. Maine mere admi ko ek kaam diya tha. Us ladke ko gaadi samet uda dena. Aur zinda bach gaya.” Pata hai kyese ek ladki ki wajhese…
(Phone ke dusre side Dev ki saans tez ho jaati hai, jaise uske peeche khada koi chhaya uske har lafz ko sun raha ho.)
Dev (hichkichate hue):
“Samraat… kaise? Yeh kaise ho sakta hai? Ek ladki ne…? Yeh toh impossible hai.”
Samraat (aankhon mein aag ke saath, cheekh kar):
“Impossible? Mere liye impossible shabd duniya mein nahi hai, Dev! Dus saal se main us pal ka intezaar kar raha hoon… aur ek ladki ne meri saari plan fail kar di?!”
(Phone pakadte hue uske haath kaanp rahe hote hain, par uski awaaz steel ke tarah mazboot hai.)
Dev… tumhe maloom bhi hai na, tum kiski aakhon mein dhool jhonk rahe ho?!”
(Phone ke us paar Dev ki gardan jhuki jaati hai. Uski awaaz hilti hai.)
Dev (guilt mein, low voice):
“Mujhse… galti ho gayi, Samraat.”
Samraat (zahar bhari tone mein):
“Find out… kaun hai woh ladki. Aur yaad rakhna… agar woh humare raaste mein aayi… toh is barf ki tarah gal jaayegi.”
Samraat ki rolling chair dheere-dheere ghoomti hai. uske peeche aik aur kursi rakhi hai… jisme ek aurat baithi hai.
Sirf uska silhoutte dikh raha hai — dhundle light mein. Haath mein ek rudraksh mala. Uski saans bhari aur gehri hai.
Samraat thoda sar jhukata hai jaise us chhaya ko bhi jawab dena ho.
“Ek ladki… ek ladka… aur ek raaz… jise todne ki himmat kisi ne nahi ki thi.
Aur ab… Dev ke peeche baithi woh ‘chhaya’ — jiski pehchaan duniya ke liye ek raaz thi — apne agle kadam ka intezaar kar rahi thi.”
DELHI HIGHER SECONDARY SCHOOL – CAMPUS PATHWAY (2ND June 2015, 11:15 AM)
Ferrari brothers crowd ko cheer karte hue hostel ki taraf nikal jaate hain. Students ab dheere-dheere apni classes ki taraf lautne lagte hain.
Ravi, Amit aur Kabir bhi us bheed se nikal kar chalte hain.
Kabir (masti mein):
“Bhai, aaj toh full filmi entry dekh li. Ferrari, drama, dhamaka… hostel life mast hone wali hai!”
Amit (serious tone mein):
“Mujhe lagta hai tum dono ko ab zyada cautious rehna hoga. Aryan Rathore koi simple ladka nahi hai…”
Ravi chup tha… uska dimaag abhi bhi Rathore brothers ke mysterious words mein atka hua tha.
Tabhi—
Ek halke se jhatke ke saath Ravi kisi se takra jaata hai. Us takrahat mein ek book us ladki ke haath se gir jaati hai.
Ravi turant jhuk kar book uthata hai. Us ladki bhi saath jhukti hai.
Aur—
Dono ke sar halki si takrahat ke saath ekdum se mil jaate hain.
Ek second ke liye time ruk jaata hai. Hawaa tez chalti hai.
“Zindagi ke safar mein kuch takraar aise hote hain… jo taqdeer ki dastak ban jaate hain.”
Ravi apna sir uthata hai. Samne ek ladki khadi hai… uski aankhen badi, kajal se gehri, aur chehre par ek narmi ka noor. Aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa dard bhi chhupa hai.
Ladki bhi Ravi ko dekhte hi freeze ho jaati hai.
Aur dono ke labon se ek saath nikalta hai—
“TUM…?!”
"Kuch chehre raaston pe yunhi mil jaate hain,
jaise taqdeer ne unhe khud bulaya ho…
aur kuch nigaahen yunhi tham jaati hain,
jaise waqt ne unhe bas wahi rukne ko kaha ho…"
Ravi ki aankhen shock mein badi ho jaati hain.
Uske andar ek ajeeb si ghoonj chal rahi hai… “Yeh wahi hai? Kaise…? Yahaan?”
Ladki bhi apne hoth kaat kar book ko apne seene se lagati hai. Aankhen neeche jhuka leti hai… par uski saans tez chal rahi hai.
Kabir (excited whisper mein, Amit ko dhakka maar ke):
“Bhai… scene toh full Bollywood jaisa ho gaya hai! Ladki girti hai… ladka sambhalta hai… aur ab ‘Tum’ wala shock twist!”
Amit (glasses adjust karke, thoda curious):
“Tum dono… pehle se jaante ho kya ek dusre ko?”
Ladki dheere se kehti hai—
Ladki (halki compk jaisi awaaz mein):
“Tum… yahaan…?”
Ravi (shock mein, halki awaaz):
“Main bhi yahi poochna chahta hoon… tum?”
“Do aakhon ki takraar… do dilon ki guftagu… aur ek raaz… jo un dono ko kabhi alag nahi hone dega. Par yeh ‘Tum’ ke peechhe ki kahani… abhi ek raaz hai.”
Suspense…
“Ferrari brothers ki entry ek dhamake se shuru hui thi… aur Ravi ki zindagi mein ek ajeeb sa knot bandh diya tha. Ab sawal yeh hai — yeh knot khulega dosti ke saath, ya guth jaayega dushmani ke andheron mein?”
“Ravi aur uss ladki ke beech aakhir kaun sa raaz chhupa hai…?
Kya yeh sirf ek purani mulakaat ka silsila hai,
ya phir un dono ki kahani mein koi aisa sach छुपा hai jo poori zindagi badal dega?
“Ek ladki ne ek ladke ko bachaya… ek buzurg ke dus saal purane plan ko tod diya. Par yeh ladka kaun tha? Ladki kaun thi? Aur kyun Samraat itna pareshan tha ki ek ‘accident’ bhi fail ho jaaye…?”
"Yeh khel kisne bigaad diya… aur kyun?"
Tokyo, Japan – Penthouse (1st June 2015, Raat 11:30 PM)
Tokyo ki raat… sheher ki neons chamak rahi hain, par hawa mein ek ajeeb si thandak hai.25th floor ke penthouse mein ek 15 saal ka ladka apne bade se futon bed par hila, sapnon mein uljha hua.
Sapna (Dream)
Snowy mountains… hawa tez chal rahi hai.
Do chhote bachche barf mein khel rahe hain. Awaazon ki goonj — masoom hasna, barf ki khanak.
Ek bachcha barf ka gola banata hai… aur zor se fekta hai.
THUD!
Barf ka gola seedha ladke ke chehre pe lagta hai.
Uski aankh jhatke se khulti hai.
Ladka jor se saans le raha hai. Mathe par pasina, aankhon mein uljhan aur udaasi ka misran.
Ladka (Japanese, halki awaaz mein):
「また…同じ夢か。」
(Mata… onaji yume ka.)
(Phir… wahi sapna…)
Woh apne seene ko dabaata hai, jaise sapne ka bojh dil tak utar gaya ho.
Tabhi shoji door dheere se khulta hai.
Entry – Servant
Ek 50 saal ka Japanese servant — safed baalon ke saath neat uniform mein, haath mein cordless phone. Bow karta hai aur soft awaaz mein bolta hai.
Servant (Japanese):
「坊ちゃん…お電話です。奥様から。」
(Bocchan… o-denwa desu. Okusama kara.)
(Young master… phone aaya hai. Madam ka.)
Ladka (thodi hichkichahat se, Japanese):
「母さん…？」
(Kaa-san…?)
(Maa…?)
Servant (Japanese, bow karte hue):
「はい。奥様はお待ちです。」
(Hai. Okusama wa omachi desu.)
(Haan. Madam aapka intezaar kar rahi hain.)
Ladka phone uthata hai. Ungliyan thodi kaamp rahi hoti hain.
Gwalior, Madhya Pradesh ( waqt, 8 PM IST)
Ek rajwada-style haveli. Safed marble ke pillars, purane jhoomar, diwaron par talwaron aur purkashish paintings ka rang.
Ek 38 saal ki aurat ek bada antique rotary phone apne haath mein liye bethi hai.
Mother’s Look
- Age: 38
- Gora chehra, royal personality
- Silk saree (maroon with golden border), aankhon mein kajal aur ek til left cheek par.
- Hathon mein ek antique gold bangle.
- Unke chehre pe ek saath authority aur mamta dono chamak rahe hain.
Conversation – Mother & Son
Maa (phone par, soft tone):
“Uth gaya mera beta?”
Ladka (low voice, udasi chhupate hue):
“Hmm… maa.”
Maa pal bhar ke liye khamosh ho jaati hai. Uske aansu girte hain, par uski awaaz abhi bhi control mein hai.
Maa (samajh jaati hai):
“Phir se wahi sapna… na?”
Ladka (deep sigh, aankhen bandh karke):
“Hmm… maa. Wahi manzil… jo meri aankhon se jaati hi nahi. Jitni baar main sochta hoon ki bhool jaaun… utni hi baar woh aur gehri ho jaati hai.”
Maa aankhen band karti hai, pal bhar ke liye aansu nikal aate hain.
Maa (aansu dabaate hue, par dil mein dard ke saath):
“Beta… us manzil ko mehfoos rakhna hi toh teri kismat hai. Jo tera sapna hai… wahi tera bojh bhi hai.”
Ladka (teekhi awaaz mein, thoda rebellious):
“Par kyun maa? Kyun main hi? Main sirf 15 saal ka hoon… mera dil thak gaya hai. Mujhe lagta hai main kabhi aazad nahi ho paunga.”
Maa (dil tootne wali awaaz, par strong):
“Beta… apna bojh se bhaagne wale kabhi manzil tak nahi pahuchte. Tujhe yaad rakhna hoga — tu sirf mera beta nahi hai… tu us raaz ka waaris hai, jo duniya se chhupa hai.”
Ladka (aankhen nam, khidki ke bahar neon lights dekhte hue):
“Woh… kaise hai maa? Kya tumne kabhi dekha unhe?”
Maa (awaz phat jaati hai, ro kar):
“Pata nahi beta… main bhi taras gayi hoon. 10 saal ho gaye… 10 saal se main bas intezaar kar rahi hoon. Aur ab bhi… woh din nahi aaya.”
Maa apni aankhon ke aansu pochti hai, apna tone ekdum rajwada queen jaisa banati hai.
Maa (dumdaar, firm voice):
“Waqt aayega, beta. Tab tujhe khud bulaya jaayega. Tab tujhe samajh aayega ki tere sapne… bas sapne nahi hain. Woh raaz hain — aur woh raaz tujhe sachai tak le jaayenge.”
Ladka (slowly, whisper):
“Hmm… maa. Agar raaz itna gehra hai… toh main bhi taiyaar hoon. Chahe mujhe khud ko khona pade.”
Phone cut ho jaata hai.
Penthouse ke andar — ladka khidki ke paas jaa kar khada ho jaata hai.
Tokyo skyline ke upar se barf ki halki si boonden girti hain.
Uska chehra ek ajeeb mix of udaasi, gussa aur determination.
“Ek ladka… ek sapna… aur ek raaz. Tokyo ki unchaiyon aur Gwalior ki gehraiyon ke beech jo dor bandhi hai… kya wahi Ravi ki kahani ka asli rahasya hai. Aur jab waqt aayega…toh ek toofan zaroor uthega , Tab sirf ek sach bachega.”
DELHI HIGHER SECONDARY SCHOOL – CAMPUS GATE – DAY (2ND June 2015, 10:30 AM)
CAR — butterfly doors khulte hain.
Door se pehla silhouette nikalta hai — ek jawaan ladka, slim, confident. Phir doosra — bada, broad-shouldered, aankhon mein thanda gussa. Dono apni Ferrari lock karte hain aur ek dusre ko aankh maar kar smile dete hain — jaise campus unka playground ho.
Amit, Ravi aur Kabir curiosity se dekhte hain. Tabhi ek group ke 2–3 ladke unke paas aate hain.
Boy 1 (excited tone):
“Arre, tumhe pata hai na kaun hain ye dono?”
Kabir (eyebrows raise karke):
“Kaun? Film stars ke bete hain kya?”
Boy 2 (halki hansi, hushed tone):
“Film stars se zyada bade… inke baap hain Cabinet Minister Delhi mein. Naam hai Vikramaditya Rathore. Poore Rajasthan se lekar Delhi tak ka raj inke baap ke paas hai.” Paisa aur power dono inke khoon mein hai.
Ravi (thoda serious, softly):
“Cabinet Minister?”
Boy 3 (nervous hansi, whispering):
“Haan… aur inke paas paisa itna hai ki school kya… “Rajasthan ki adhee zameen, haveli, mahel… inke baap ke naam par hai. School mein koi bhi inke khilaaf awaaz uthata hai toh agle din uski zindagi ulat jaati hai.”
Ravi, Amit aur Kabir ek dusre ko dekhte hain. Unke chehre par curiosity ke saath ek halka sa darr bhi.
INTRO: RATHORE BROTHERS
Arjun Rathore — 16 saal (Classmate)
- Height: 5’9’’
- Look: Clean, tailored navy blazer with golden buttons, light platinum chain, soft cheekbones. Face pe ek innocent-sa muskaan — par aankhon mein gehra sa silence.
- Nature: Publicly charming, classroom mein polite; private mein calculating. Log usko “easy” samajhte hain — par woh log galat hain. Arjun ka smile cut-through; wo logon ko apni taraf kheenchta hai, phir values test karta hai.
- Mannerisms: Hamesha thoda aage jhuk kar baat karta, voice low — jaise har lafz weigh karta ho.
- Height: 6’1’’
- Look: Black leather jacket, unbuttoned shirt collar, one ear stud, stubble starting on jaw — dangerous-handsome. Walk slow, hips thoda forward — alpha.
- Nature: Playboy + fighter. Parties, attention, fights — sab uske liye ek sport hain. Ragging uska instinct; humiliation uska method.
- Mannerisms: Chehre pe smirk, nazar se hunt karta hai. Jab gussa ho to glove-tight hush hoti hai — thandi, precise.
Vikramaditya Rathore — Cabinet Minister, Delhi.
- Power + money ka centre. Political network deep, pockets deeper. Rajasthan (Udaipur) mein bade haveli-mahal aur family legacy. Uska naam hi enough tha; jo bhi uske raaste mein aata, uska career, reputation ya family balance hil jaata.
Sab ek hi pal mein samajh gaye — yeh Rathores koi aam log nahi.
STUDENTS (chalta phirta gossip squad) approach karte hain — kuch familiar faces jo pehle se hi campus ki baat-cheet jaante.
Student 1 (whispering, excited):
“Woh suno — Arjun aur Aryan Rathore. Udaipur se aaye hain. Inke baap Vikramaditya Rathore… Delhi mein cabinet minister. Paisa? Matlab… jo chahoge, mil jayega.”
Student 2 (low, cautioning):
“Aur agar tumhe lagta hai yeh sirf show-off hai, soch samajh ke. Aryan se panga lena matlab khud ko mushkil mein daalna. Aur Arjun… uski smile… dekh ke khush mat ho — woh calculated hai.”
Student 3 (adds, nervous):
“Arjun class mein friendly lagta hai, par woh sab cheezein uske liye game hain. Bolte hain — Arjun jyada khatarnaak hai; Aryan seedha gussa dikhata, Arjun piche se blade chalata.”
Ravi, Amit, Kabir ek dusre ko dekhte hain — curiosity + unsettlement.
Aryan (loud, slow, with that dangerous smile):
“Good morning, Delhi Higher Secondary. Lagta hai aaj tumhare lawn pe naya colour add ho gaya.”
(ek pause)
“Yaad rakhna — yeh jagah abhi se thodi aur shiny hogayi hai… kyunki hum aa gaye hain.”
Uski baat mein threat bhi hai, charm bhi. Sab thoda step back kar lete hain.
Aryan -Ravi aur uske doston ki taraf walk karta hai, sunglasses utarta hai aur arrogant smile deta hai.
Aryan Rathore (18, smirk ke saath, hands in pocket):
“Tum teeno naye dikh rahe ho… admission hua hai, hmm?”
(Aryan ki awaaz mein ek command tha, jaise yeh sawaal nahi, ek statement ho.)
Kabir (thoda defensive, aankh utha ke):
“Haan… admission toh hua hai. Problem kya hai?”
(Amit turant Kabir ko elbow karta hai — jaise keh raha ho control kar.)
Arjun Rathore (16, calm, charming tone, Ravi ki taraf dekh kar):
“Relax, Kabir. Aryan ka style thoda rough hai… but dil mein utna bura nahi. Tum sab naye ho, toh naturally… spotlight tumpe aayegi. Waise… I’m Arjun.”
Aryan (loud, threatening):
“Welcome to our jungle, boys.Tum logon ne sahi jagah choose ki hai — kyunki yahan sirf do rule chalte hain… Rathore Brothers ke.”
Wo ek pause leta hai, aur fir smile karta hai jaise koi shikaar dekh raha ho.
Follow Rathore brothers… toh maze mein raho.
Challenge Rathore brothers… toh zinda rehna mushkil ho jaayega.”
Aryan (mock tone mein, Amit aur Kabir ko dekhte hue):
“Aur tum dono? Glasses-wale scholar aur foodie type dost. Tumhe sambhalna mushkil nahi hoga. Par…”
(he steps closer to Ravi, thoda intimidating)
“…Ravi. Tum different lagte ho. Mujhe dekh ke jhuk nahi rahe… that’s rare.”
Ravi (calm, direct voice):
“Main jhukta sirf unke saamne hoon, jinke liye respect naturally aata hai.”
(Poore crowd mein ek halki si gasp. Amit aur Kabir dono tension mein aajate hain. Kabir toh bas soch raha hota hai ki ab fight pakki.)
Aryan Ravi ke extremely close aata hai, cheek-to-cheek distance, uski aankhon mein direct ghurta hai.
Aryan (whisper tone, but threatening):
“Daring hai tum mein. Dekhenge kitna tikta hai yeh daring. School sirf books ka game nahi hai, Ravi. Yahaan power ka asli test hota hai.”
(Aryan smirk karta hai aur thoda peeche hat jaata hai.)
Principal Malhotra khud balcony se neeche aakar thoda tight voice mein bolte hain (par nazar mein tension):
Principal Malhotra (calm, but firm):
“Manners yahan sabke liye same hain. Agar koi rule tootega, school action lega. Delhi Higher Secondary mein kisi ko dar-dhamka ke rakhne ki ijazat nahi.”
(eye on Rathore brothers)
“Special privileges school policy mein nahi likhe hote.”
Aryan gives a half-bow, half-scoff — jaisa wo samajhta ho ke school ka authority us par apply nahi hota.
Aryan (mock respectful):
“Of course, Sir. Hum bas naye students ko thoda guide kar rahe the. Aap chinta mat kariye — hum khud discipline bahut pasand karte hain.”
(his tone: polite with venom underneath)
Principal Mr. Malhotra ke jaane ke baad
Arjun ek kadam Ravi ke paas aata hai, friendly smile ke saath. phir Ravi ke shoulder par haath rakhta hai, jaise bhai-bhai type friendly ho.
Arjun (softly, nearly sincere):
“Hi Ravi — main Arjun hoon. Same class, tumhe aage se dekha. “Don’t mind Aryan. Woh kabhi soft bolna nahi jaanta. Tum bas ek baat yaad rakho, Ravi…
Is school mein tumhe dosti bhi mil sakti hai aur dushmani bhi. Tumhe decide karna hai ki tum Rathore brothers ke saath kahan khade ho. Side pe… ya saath mein.” Don’t worry, hum log help kar denge. School thoda tough ho sakta hai… but jab tak tum humare saath ho, sab theek rahega.”
“Don’t worry… hum classmates hain. Tum mujhe apna dost bhi keh sakte ho.
Bas… ek baat yaad rakhna Ravi… is school mein sirf ek hi game chalta hai — power ka.”
Uske eyes thodi der Ravi ki aankhon mein tikti hain — jaise wo uska dimaag padh raha ho.
(Arjun’s smile lingers, but eyes cold)
“Bas ek choti si baat… secrets safe rakhna, aur hamesha apni jagah samajh lena.”
Uska “help” offer meetha hai — par Ravi ko kuch andar se khatakta hai. Kuch unsaid threat waha hi latent hai.
(Ravi thoda stiff ho jaata hai. Usse lagta hai jaise Arjun uska andhar tak dekh raha ho.)
Arjun Ravi ke kaan ke paas jhukta hai aur sirf uske liye ek line bolta hai — mysterious, half-smile ke saath:
Arjun (whisper):
“Jaldi hi tumhe ek aisa sach pata chalega… jo tumhe ya toh hamara sabse close dost banayega… ya phir hamara pehla shikar.”
(Ravi uske smile ko dekhta hai. Bahar se charming lag raha hai, par uski aankhon mein ek dark secret chhupa hua hai. Ravi ko feel hota hai jaise yeh handshake ek contract jaisa hai.)
Aryan aur Arjun dono ek dusre ko aankh maarte hain. Aryan loud voice mein chillata hai:
Aryan (boldly):
“School ke naye bacche sun lo! Ye jagah Rathore brothers ka hai. Jo hume follow karega, woh maze karega… jo hume challenge karega… uski kahani khatam ho jaayegi.”
Campus mein ekdum silence. Ravi ke mann mein ajeeb sa darr + gussa mix hone lagta hai.
Ferrari brothers crowd cheer ke beech mein disappear hote hain.
Amit (nervous tone, whispering):
“Ravi, mujhe lagta hai tumhe door rehna chahiye in dono se…”
Kabir (bold, par thoda shake hoke):
“Door? Yaar, mujhe toh lagta hai ye dono school ko apna wrestling ring bana denge.”
Ravi thoda confuse, Kabir gusse mein, Amit seedha scared lagta hai.
Tabhi ek boys ka group unke pass ata hai
Boy 1 (fear tone mein):
“Bachke rehna Ravi… Aryan Rathore se panga lena matlab apni zindagi khud barbaad karna. Uske connections aur paisa… dono tumhe choor-choor kar denge.”
Boy 2 (low tone):
“Un dono se door raho… Aryan Rathore se panga lena matlab apna career khud khatam karna. Aur “Arjun bhale innocent lagta hai … lekin uske innocent smile se dhokha mat khana, par asal mein woh Aryan se bhi zyada khatarnaak hai. Dil ka kaala, dimaag ka tez. Tumhe hamesha uske saath safe lagta hai… par asli game wohi khelta hai.” asli khiladi wahi hai.”
“Ek taraf Ravi ki seedhi zindagi… doosri taraf Rathore brothers ki shatranj.
Aur jab yeh paths takraayenge… toh kahani sirf ek raaz chhod ke jaayegi.”
PURANI HAVELI – SECRET CHAMBER – (2nd JUNE 2015 , 11:00 AM)
Andhera, bada hall. Deewaron par talwarein aur purane shields latke hue hain. Upar se ek bade jhoomar ka dim light gir raha hai.
65 saal ka Buzurg rolling chair par baitha hai. Uski aankhen band hain, dono haath talwar ke hilt par tikaye hue, jaise kisi soch mein dooba ho.
Darwaza dheere se khulta hai. Ek aadmi jhukkar aata hai.
Aadmi (head bowed, trembling voice):
“Jai Hind… Samraat.”
Samraat apna sar uthata hai, aankhen tez bijli ki tarah chamak rahi hain.
Samraat (barf jaisi thandi awaaz):
“Kaam ho gaya?”
Aadmi (hichkichahat se):
“Nahi, Samraat… kaam adhura reh gaya. Us ladke ko ek ladki ne… bacha liya.”
Yeh admi koi aur nahi wo scorpio driver tha…
Samraat ka chehra ekdum badal jaata hai.Wo talwar par apni ungli ghumaata hai, aur ek jhatke se table par maar deta hai.
Samraat (garaj kar):
“Ek LADKI?! Dus saal ki yojna… aur ek chhoti si ladki ne usse tod diya?!”
Room ke andar ki hawa bhari ho jaati hai, jaise deewar bhi uske gusse se dar rahi ho.
Samraat turant ek purana black telephone uthata hai. Uski rotary dial dheere-dheere ghummi jaati hai.
PAHAD– SAME TIME
Beech pahadon ke beech ek purana house . Andar ek room mein ek damdaar admi, phone uthata hai.
Admi (loud, loyal tone):
“Jai Hind, Samraat!”
Samraat:
“Dev… tumse ye umeed nahi thi. Maine mere admi ko ek kaam diya tha. Us ladke ko gaadi samet uda dena. Aur zinda bach gaya.” Pata hai kyese ek ladki ki wajhese…
(Phone ke dusre side Dev ki saans tez ho jaati hai, jaise uske peeche khada koi chhaya uske har lafz ko sun raha ho.)
Dev (hichkichate hue):
“Samraat… kaise? Yeh kaise ho sakta hai? Ek ladki ne…? Yeh toh impossible hai.”
Samraat (aankhon mein aag ke saath, cheekh kar):
“Impossible? Mere liye impossible shabd duniya mein nahi hai, Dev! Dus saal se main us pal ka intezaar kar raha hoon… aur ek ladki ne meri saari plan fail kar di?!”
(Phone pakadte hue uske haath kaanp rahe hote hain, par uski awaaz steel ke tarah mazboot hai.)
Dev… tumhe maloom bhi hai na, tum kiski aakhon mein dhool jhonk rahe ho?!”
(Phone ke us paar Dev ki gardan jhuki jaati hai. Uski awaaz hilti hai.)
Dev (guilt mein, low voice):
“Mujhse… galti ho gayi, Samraat.”
Samraat (zahar bhari tone mein):
“Find out… kaun hai woh ladki. Aur yaad rakhna… agar woh humare raaste mein aayi… toh is barf ki tarah gal jaayegi.”
Samraat ki rolling chair dheere-dheere ghoomti hai. uske peeche aik aur kursi rakhi hai… jisme ek aurat baithi hai.
Sirf uska silhoutte dikh raha hai — dhundle light mein. Haath mein ek rudraksh mala. Uski saans bhari aur gehri hai.
Samraat thoda sar jhukata hai jaise us chhaya ko bhi jawab dena ho.
“Ek ladki… ek ladka… aur ek raaz… jise todne ki himmat kisi ne nahi ki thi.
Aur ab… Dev ke peeche baithi woh ‘chhaya’ — jiski pehchaan duniya ke liye ek raaz thi — apne agle kadam ka intezaar kar rahi thi.”
DELHI HIGHER SECONDARY SCHOOL – CAMPUS PATHWAY (2ND June 2015, 11:15 AM)
Ferrari brothers crowd ko cheer karte hue hostel ki taraf nikal jaate hain. Students ab dheere-dheere apni classes ki taraf lautne lagte hain.
Ravi, Amit aur Kabir bhi us bheed se nikal kar chalte hain.
Kabir (masti mein):
“Bhai, aaj toh full filmi entry dekh li. Ferrari, drama, dhamaka… hostel life mast hone wali hai!”
Amit (serious tone mein):
“Mujhe lagta hai tum dono ko ab zyada cautious rehna hoga. Aryan Rathore koi simple ladka nahi hai…”
Ravi chup tha… uska dimaag abhi bhi Rathore brothers ke mysterious words mein atka hua tha.
Tabhi—
Ek halke se jhatke ke saath Ravi kisi se takra jaata hai. Us takrahat mein ek book us ladki ke haath se gir jaati hai.
Ravi turant jhuk kar book uthata hai. Us ladki bhi saath jhukti hai.
Aur—
Dono ke sar halki si takrahat ke saath ekdum se mil jaate hain.
Ek second ke liye time ruk jaata hai. Hawaa tez chalti hai.
“Zindagi ke safar mein kuch takraar aise hote hain… jo taqdeer ki dastak ban jaate hain.”
Ravi apna sir uthata hai. Samne ek ladki khadi hai… uski aankhen badi, kajal se gehri, aur chehre par ek narmi ka noor. Aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa dard bhi chhupa hai.
Ladki bhi Ravi ko dekhte hi freeze ho jaati hai.
Aur dono ke labon se ek saath nikalta hai—
“TUM…?!”
"Kuch chehre raaston pe yunhi mil jaate hain,
jaise taqdeer ne unhe khud bulaya ho…
aur kuch nigaahen yunhi tham jaati hain,
jaise waqt ne unhe bas wahi rukne ko kaha ho…"
Ravi ki aankhen shock mein badi ho jaati hain.
Uske andar ek ajeeb si ghoonj chal rahi hai… “Yeh wahi hai? Kaise…? Yahaan?”
Ladki bhi apne hoth kaat kar book ko apne seene se lagati hai. Aankhen neeche jhuka leti hai… par uski saans tez chal rahi hai.
Kabir (excited whisper mein, Amit ko dhakka maar ke):
“Bhai… scene toh full Bollywood jaisa ho gaya hai! Ladki girti hai… ladka sambhalta hai… aur ab ‘Tum’ wala shock twist!”
Amit (glasses adjust karke, thoda curious):
“Tum dono… pehle se jaante ho kya ek dusre ko?”
Ravi aur ladki dono ek dusre ki aankhon mein kuch seconds tak ghur kar dekhte hain. Jaise dono ke dil mein hazaar sawaal hain, par zubaan khamosh hai.Ladki dheere se kehti hai—
Ladki (halki compk jaisi awaaz mein):
“Tum… yahaan…?”
Ravi (shock mein, halki awaaz):
“Main bhi yahi poochna chahta hoon… tum?”
“Do aakhon ki takraar… do dilon ki guftagu… aur ek raaz… jo un dono ko kabhi alag nahi hone dega. Par yeh ‘Tum’ ke peechhe ki kahani… abhi ek raaz hai.”
Suspense…
“Ferrari brothers ki entry ek dhamake se shuru hui thi… aur Ravi ki zindagi mein ek ajeeb sa knot bandh diya tha. Ab sawal yeh hai — yeh knot khulega dosti ke saath, ya guth jaayega dushmani ke andheron mein?”
“Ravi aur uss ladki ke beech aakhir kaun sa raaz chhupa hai…?
Kya yeh sirf ek purani mulakaat ka silsila hai,
ya phir un dono ki kahani mein koi aisa sach छुपा hai jo poori zindagi badal dega?
“Ek ladki ne ek ladke ko bachaya… ek buzurg ke dus saal purane plan ko tod diya. Par yeh ladka kaun tha? Ladki kaun thi? Aur kyun Samraat itna pareshan tha ki ek ‘accident’ bhi fail ho jaaye…?”
"Yeh khel kisne bigaad diya… aur kyun?"
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Tokyo, Japan – Penthouse (1st June 2015, Raat 11:30 PM)
Tokyo ki raat… sheher ki neons chamak rahi hain, par hawa mein ek ajeeb si thandak hai.
25th floor ke penthouse mein ek 15 saal ka ladka apne bade se futon bed par hila, sapnon mein uljha hua.
Sapna (Dream)
Snowy mountains… hawa tez chal rahi hai.
Do chhote bachche barf mein khel rahe hain. Awaazon ki goonj — masoom hasna, barf ki khanak.
Ek bachcha barf ka gola banata hai… aur zor se fekta hai.
THUD!
Barf ka gola seedha ladke ke chehre pe lagta hai.
Uski aankh jhatke se khulti hai.
Ladka jor se saans le raha hai. Mathe par pasina, aankhon mein uljhan aur udaasi ka misran.
Ladka (Japanese, halki awaaz mein):
「また…同じ夢か。」
(Mata… onaji yume ka.)
(Phir… wahi sapna…)
Woh apne seene ko dabaata hai, jaise sapne ka bojh dil tak utar gaya ho.
Tabhi shoji door dheere se khulta hai.
Entry – Servant
Ek 50 saal ka Japanese servant — safed baalon ke saath neat uniform mein, haath mein cordless phone. Bow karta hai aur soft awaaz mein bolta hai.
Servant (Japanese):
「坊ちゃん…お電話です。奥様から。」
(Bocchan… o-denwa desu. Okusama kara.)
(Young master… phone aaya hai. Madam ka.)
Ladka (thodi hichkichahat se, Japanese):
「母さん…？」
(Kaa-san…?)
(Maa…?)
Servant (Japanese, bow karte hue):
「はい。奥様はお待ちです。」
(Hai. Okusama wa omachi desu.)
(Haan. Madam aapka intezaar kar rahi hain.)
Ladka phone uthata hai. Ungliyan thodi kaamp rahi hoti hain.
Gwalior, Madhya Pradesh ( waqt, 8 PM IST)
Ek rajwada-style haveli. Safed marble ke pillars, purane jhoomar, diwaron par talwaron aur purkashish paintings ka rang.
Ek 38 saal ki aurat ek bada antique rotary phone apne haath mein liye bethi hai.
Mother’s Look
Location vibe: Bada hall, white marble pillars, ek bada jhoomar jo aadhe hall ko roshan kar raha hai. Bahar se Gwalior fort ka silhouette dikhai deta hai.
- Age: 38
- Gora chehra, royal personality
- Silk saree (maroon with golden border), aankhon mein kajal aur ek til left cheek par.
- Hathon mein ek antique gold bangle.
- Uske chehre pe ek saath authority aur mamta dono chamak rahe hain.
Conversation – Mother & Son
Maa (phone par, soft tone):
“Uth gaya mera beta?”
Ladka (low voice, udasi chhupate hue):
“Hmm… maa.”
Maa pal bhar ke liye khamosh ho jaati hai. Uske aansu girte hain, par uski awaaz abhi bhi control mein hai.
Maa (samajh jaati hai):
“Phir se wahi sapna… na?”
Ladka (deep sigh, aankhen bandh karke):
“Hmm… maa. Wahi manzil… jo meri aankhon se jaati hi nahi. Jitni baar main sochta hoon ki bhool jaaun… utni hi baar woh aur gehri ho jaati hai.”
Maa aankhen band karti hai, pal bhar ke liye aansu nikal aate hain.
Maa (aansu dabaate hue, par dil mein dard ke saath):
“Beta… us manzil ko mehfoos rakhna hi toh teri kismat hai. Jo tera sapna hai… wahi tera bojh bhi hai.”
Ladka (teekhi awaaz mein, thoda rebellious):
“Par kyun maa? Kyun main hi? Main sirf 15 saal ka hoon… mera dil thak gaya hai. Mujhe lagta hai main kabhi aazad nahi ho paunga.”
Maa (dil tootne wali awaaz, par strong):
“Beta… apna bojh se bhaagne wale kabhi manzil tak nahi pahuchte. Tujhe yaad rakhna hoga — tu sirf mera beta nahi hai… tu us raaz ka waaris hai, jo duniya se chhupa hai.”
Ladka (aankhen nam, khidki ke bahar neon lights dekhte hue):
“Woh… kaise hai maa? Kya tumne kabhi dekha unhe?”
Maa (awaz phat jaati hai, ro kar):
“Pata nahi beta… main bhi taras gayi hoon. 10 saal ho gaye… 10 saal se main bas intezaar kar rahi hoon. Aur ab bhi… woh din nahi aaya.”
Maa apni aankhon ke aansu pochti hai, apna tone ekdum rajwada queen jaisa banati hai.
Maa (dumdaar, firm voice):
“Waqt aayega, beta. Tab tujhe khud bulaya jaayega. Tab tujhe samajh aayega ki tere sapne… bas sapne nahi hain. Woh raaz hain — aur woh raaz tujhe sachai tak le jaayenge.”
Ladka (slowly, whisper):
“Hmm… maa. Agar raaz itna gehra hai… toh main bhi taiyaar hoon. Chahe mujhe khud ko khona pade.”
Phone cut ho jaata hai.
Penthouse ke andar — ladka khidki ke paas jaa kar khada ho jaata hai.
Tokyo skyline ke upar se barf ki halki si boonden girti hain.
Uska chehra ek ajeeb mix of udaasi, gussa aur determination.
“Ek ladka… ek sapna… aur ek raaz. Tokyo ki unchaiyon aur Gwalior ki gehraiyon ke beech jo dor bandhi hai… kya wahi Ravi ki kahani ka asli rahasya hai. Aur jab waqt aayega…toh ek toofan zaroor uthega , Tab sirf ek sach bachega.”
DELHI HIGHER SECONDARY SCHOOL – CAMPUS GATE – DAY (2ND June 2015, 10:30 AM)
CAR — butterfly doors khulte hain.
Door se pehla silhouette nikalta hai — ek jawaan ladka, slim, confident. Phir doosra — bada, broad-shouldered, aankhon mein thanda gussa. Dono apni Ferrari lock karte hain aur ek dusre ko aankh maar kar smile dete hain — jaise campus unka playground ho.
Amit, Ravi aur Kabir curiosity se dekhte hain. Tabhi ek group ke 2–3 ladke unke paas aate hain.
Boy 1 (excited tone):
“Arre, tumhe pata hai na kaun hain ye dono?”
Kabir (eyebrows raise karke):
“Kaun? Film stars ke bete hain kya?”
Boy 2 (halki hansi, hushed tone):
“Film stars se zyada bade… inke baap hain Cabinet Minister Delhi mein. Naam hai Vikramaditya Rathore. Poore Rajasthan se lekar Delhi tak ka raj inke baap ke paas hai.” Paisa aur power dono inke khoon mein hai.
Ravi (thoda serious, softly):
“Cabinet Minister?”
Boy 3 (nervous hansi, whispering):
“Haan… aur inke paas paisa itna hai ki school kya… “Rajasthan ki adhee zameen, haveli, mahel… inke baap ke naam par hai. School mein koi bhi inke khilaaf awaaz uthata hai toh agle din uski zindagi ulat jaati hai.”
Ravi, Amit aur Kabir ek dusre ko dekhte hain. Unke chehre par curiosity ke saath ek halka sa darr bhi.
INTRO: RATHORE BROTHERS
Arjun Rathore — 16 saal (Classmate)
Aryan Rathore — 18 saal (Senior)
- Height: 5’9’’
- Look: Clean, tailored navy blazer with golden buttons, light platinum chain, soft cheekbones. Face pe ek innocent-sa muskaan — par aankhon mein gehra sa silence.
- Nature: Publicly charming, classroom mein polite; private mein calculating. Log usko “easy” samajhte hain — par woh log galat hain. Arjun ka smile cut-through; wo logon ko apni taraf kheenchta hai, phir values test karta hai.
- Mannerisms: Hamesha thoda aage jhuk kar baat karta, voice low — jaise har lafz weigh karta ho.
Unke father? Naam jo campus ki hawa mein gunjta hai:
- Height: 6’1’’
- Look: Black leather jacket, unbuttoned shirt collar, one ear stud, stubble starting on jaw — dangerous-handsome. Walk slow, hips thoda forward — alpha.
- Nature: Playboy + fighter. Parties, attention, fights — sab uske liye ek sport hain. Ragging uska instinct; humiliation uska method.
- Mannerisms: Chehre pe smirk, nazar se hunt karta hai. Jab gussa ho to glove-tight hush hoti hai — thandi, precise.
Vikramaditya Rathore — Cabinet Minister, Delhi.
Rajmata / Mrs. Kalyani Rathore — 38 saal, royal, always draped in heavy silk, look that commands respect. Public mein philanthropic; private mein steel.
- Power + money ka centre. Political network deep, pockets deeper. Rajasthan (Udaipur) mein bade haveli-mahal aur family legacy. Uska naam hi enough tha; jo bhi uske raaste mein aata, uska career, reputation ya family balance hil jaata.
Sab ek hi pal mein samajh gaye — yeh Rathores koi aam log nahi.
STUDENTS (chalta phirta gossip squad) approach karte hain — kuch familiar faces jo pehle se hi campus ki baat-cheet jaante.
Student 1 (whispering, excited):
“Woh suno — Arjun aur Aryan Rathore. Udaipur se aaye hain. Inke baap Vikramaditya Rathore… Delhi mein cabinet minister. Paisa? Matlab… jo chahoge, mil jayega.”
Student 2 (low, cautioning):
“Aur agar tumhe lagta hai yeh sirf show-off hai, soch samajh ke. Aryan se panga lena matlab khud ko mushkil mein daalna. Aur Arjun… uski smile… dekh ke khush mat ho — woh calculated hai.”
Student 3 (adds, nervous):
“Arjun class mein friendly lagta hai, par woh sab cheezein uske liye game hain. Bolte hain — Arjun jyada khatarnaak hai; Aryan seedha gussa dikhata, Arjun piche se blade chalata.”
Ravi, Amit, Kabir ek dusre ko dekhte hain — curiosity + unsettlement.
Aryan (loud, slow, with that dangerous smile):
“Good morning, Delhi Higher Secondary. Lagta hai aaj tumhare lawn pe naya colour add ho gaya.”
(ek pause)
“Yaad rakhna — yeh jagah abhi se thodi aur shiny hogayi hai… kyunki hum aa gaye hain.”
Uski baat mein threat bhi hai, charm bhi. Sab thoda step back kar lete hain.
Aryan -Ravi aur uske doston ki taraf walk karta hai, sunglasses utarta hai aur arrogant smile deta hai.
Aryan Rathore (18, smirk ke saath, hands in pocket):
“Tum teeno naye dikh rahe ho… admission hua hai, hmm?”
(Aryan ki awaaz mein ek command tha, jaise yeh sawaal nahi, ek statement ho.)
Kabir (thoda defensive, aankh utha ke):
“Haan… admission toh hua hai. Problem kya hai?”
(Amit turant Kabir ko elbow karta hai — jaise keh raha ho control kar.)
Arjun Rathore (16, calm, charming tone, Ravi ki taraf dekh kar):
“Relax, Kabir. Aryan ka style thoda rough hai… but dil mein utna bura nahi. Tum sab naye ho, toh naturally… spotlight tumpe aayegi. Waise… I’m Arjun.”
Aryan (loud, threatening):
“Welcome to our jungle, boys.Tum logon ne sahi jagah choose ki hai — kyunki yahan sirf do rule chalte hain… Rathore Brothers ke.”
Wo ek pause leta hai, aur fir smile karta hai jaise koi shikaar dekh raha ho.
Follow Rathore brothers… toh maze mein raho.
Challenge Rathore brothers… toh zinda rehna mushkil ho jaayega.”
Aryan (mock tone mein, Amit aur Kabir ko dekhte hue):
“Aur tum dono? Glasses-wale scholar aur foodie type dost. Tumhe sambhalna mushkil nahi hoga. Par…”
(he steps closer to Ravi, thoda intimidating)
“…Ravi. Tum different lagte ho. Mujhe dekh ke jhuk nahi rahe… that’s rare.”
Ravi (calm, direct voice):
“Main jhukta sirf unke saamne hoon, jinke liye respect naturally aata hai.”
(Poore crowd mein ek halki si gasp. Amit aur Kabir dono tension mein aajate hain. Kabir toh bas soch raha hota hai ki ab fight pakki.)
Aryan Ravi ke extremely close aata hai, cheek-to-cheek distance, uski aankhon mein direct ghurta hai.
Aryan (whisper tone, but threatening):
“Daring hai tum mein. Dekhenge kitna tikta hai yeh daring. School sirf books ka game nahi hai, Ravi. Yahaan power ka asli test hota hai.”
(Aryan smirk karta hai aur thoda peeche hat jaata hai.)
Principal Malhotra khud balcony se neeche aakar thoda tight voice mein bolte hain (par nazar mein tension):
Principal Malhotra (calm, but firm):
“Manners yahan sabke liye same hain. Agar koi rule tootega, school action lega. Delhi Higher Secondary mein kisi ko dar-dhamka ke rakhne ki ijazat nahi.”
(eye on Rathore brothers)
“Special privileges school policy mein nahi likhe hote.”
Aryan gives a half-bow, half-scoff — jaisa wo samajhta ho ke school ka authority us par apply nahi hota.
Aryan (mock respectful):
“Of course, Sir. Hum bas naye students ko thoda guide kar rahe the. Aap chinta mat kariye — hum khud discipline bahut pasand karte hain.”
(his tone: polite with venom underneath)
Principal Mr. Malhotra ke jaane ke baad
Arjun ek kadam Ravi ke paas aata hai, friendly smile ke saath. phir Ravi ke shoulder par haath rakhta hai, jaise bhai-bhai type friendly ho.
Arjun (softly, nearly sincere):
“Hi Ravi — main Arjun hoon. Same class, tumhe aage se dekha. “Don’t mind Aryan. Woh kabhi soft bolna nahi jaanta. Tum bas ek baat yaad rakho, Ravi…
Is school mein tumhe dosti bhi mil sakti hai aur dushmani bhi. Tumhe decide karna hai ki tum Rathore brothers ke saath kahan khade ho. Side pe… ya saath mein.” Don’t worry, hum log help kar denge. School thoda tough ho sakta hai… but jab tak tum humare saath ho, sab theek rahega.”
“Don’t worry… hum classmates hain. Tum mujhe apna dost bhi keh sakte ho.
Bas… ek baat yaad rakhna Ravi… is school mein sirf ek hi game chalta hai — power ka.”
Uske eyes thodi der Ravi ki aankhon mein tikti hain — jaise wo uska dimaag padh raha ho.
(Arjun’s smile lingers, but eyes cold)
“Bas ek choti si baat… secrets safe rakhna, aur hamesha apni jagah samajh lena.”
Uska “help” offer meetha hai — par Ravi ko kuch andar se khatakta hai. Kuch unsaid threat waha hi latent hai.
(Ravi thoda stiff ho jaata hai. Usse lagta hai jaise Arjun uska andhar tak dekh raha ho.)
Arjun Ravi ke kaan ke paas jhukta hai aur sirf uske liye ek line bolta hai — mysterious, half-smile ke saath:
Arjun (whisper):
“Jaldi hi tumhe ek aisa sach pata chalega… jo tumhe ya toh hamara sabse close dost banayega… ya phir hamara pehla shikar.”
(Ravi uske smile ko dekhta hai. Bahar se charming lag raha hai, par uski aankhon mein ek dark secret chhupa hua hai. Ravi ko feel hota hai jaise yeh handshake ek contract jaisa hai.)
Aryan aur Arjun dono ek dusre ko aankh maarte hain. Aryan loud voice mein chillata hai:
Aryan (boldly):
“School ke naye bacche sun lo! Ye jagah Rathore brothers ka hai. Jo hume follow karega, woh maze karega… jo hume challenge karega… uski kahani khatam ho jaayegi.”
Campus mein ekdum silence. Ravi ke mann mein ajeeb sa darr + gussa mix hone lagta hai.
Ferrari brothers crowd cheer ke beech mein disappear hote hain.
Amit (nervous tone, whispering):
“Ravi, mujhe lagta hai tumhe door rehna chahiye in dono se…”
Kabir (bold, par thoda shake hoke):
“Door? Yaar, mujhe toh lagta hai ye dono school ko apna wrestling ring bana denge.”
Ravi thoda confuse, Kabir gusse mein, Amit seedha scared lagta hai.
Tabhi ek boys ka group unke pass ata hai
Boy 1 (fear tone mein):
“Bachke rehna Ravi… Aryan Rathore se panga lena matlab apni zindagi khud barbaad karna. Uske connections aur paisa… dono tumhe choor-choor kar denge.”
Boy 2 (low tone):
“Un dono se door raho… Aryan Rathore se panga lena matlab apna career khud khatam karna. Aur “Arjun bhale innocent lagta hai … lekin uske innocent smile se dhokha mat khana, par asal mein woh Aryan se bhi zyada khatarnaak hai. Dil ka kaala, dimaag ka tez. Tumhe hamesha uske saath safe lagta hai… par asli game wohi khelta hai.” asli khiladi wahi hai.”
“Ek taraf Ravi ki seedhi zindagi… doosri taraf Rathore brothers ki shatranj.
Aur jab yeh paths takraayenge… toh kahani sirf ek raaz chhod ke jaayegi.”
PURANI HAVELI – SECRET CHAMBER – (2nd JUNE 2015 , 11:00 AM)
Andhera, bada hall. Deewaron par talwarein aur purane shields latke hue hain. Upar se ek bade jhoomar ka dim light gir raha hai.
65 saal ka Buzurg rolling chair par baitha hai. Uski aankhen band hain, dono haath talwar ke hilt par tikaye hue, jaise kisi soch mein dooba ho.
Darwaza dheere se khulta hai. Ek aadmi jhukkar aata hai.
Aadmi (head bowed, trembling voice):
“Jai Hind… Samraat.”
Samraat apna sar uthata hai, aankhen tez bijli ki tarah chamak rahi hain.
Samraat (barf jaisi thandi awaaz):
“Kaam ho gaya?”
Aadmi (hichkichahat se):
“Nahi, Samraat… kaam adhura reh gaya. Us ladke ko ek ladki ne… bacha liya.”
Yeh admi koi aur nahi wo scorpio driver tha…
Wo talwar par apni ungli ghumaata hai, aur ek jhatke se table par maar deta hai.
Samraat (garaj kar):
“Ek LADKI?! Dus saal ki yojna… aur ek chhoti si ladki ne usse tod diya?!”
Room ke andar ki hawa bhari ho jaati hai, jaise deewar bhi uske gusse se dar rahi ho.
Samraat turant ek purana black telephone uthata hai. Uski rotary dial dheere-dheere ghummi jaati hai.
PAHAD– SAME TIME
Beech pahadon ke beech ek purana house . Andar ek room mein ek damdaar admi, phone uthata hai.
Admi (loud, loyal tone):
“Jai Hind, Samraat!”
Samraat:
“Dev… tumse ye umeed nahi thi. Maine mere admi ko ek kaam diya tha. Us ladke ko gaadi samet uda dena. Aur zinda bach gaya.” Pata hai kyese ek ladki ki wajhese…
(Phone ke dusre side Dev ki saans tez ho jaati hai, jaise uske peeche khada koi chhaya uske har lafz ko sun raha ho.)
Dev (hichkichate hue):
“Samraat… kaise? Yeh kaise ho sakta hai? Ek ladki ne…? Yeh toh impossible hai.”
Samraat (aankhon mein aag ke saath, cheekh kar):
“Impossible? Mere liye impossible shabd duniya mein nahi hai, Dev! Dus saal se main us pal ka intezaar kar raha hoon… aur ek ladki ne meri saari plan fail kar di?!”
(Phone pakadte hue uske haath kaanp rahe hote hain, par uski awaaz steel ke tarah mazboot hai.)
Dev… tumhe maloom bhi hai na, tum kiski aakhon mein dhool jhonk rahe ho?!”
(Phone ke us paar Dev ki gardan jhuki jaati hai. Uski awaaz hilti hai.)
Dev (guilt mein, low voice):
“Mujhse… galti ho gayi, Samraat.”
Samraat (zahar bhari tone mein):
“Find out… kaun hai woh ladki. Aur yaad rakhna… agar woh humare raaste mein aayi… toh is barf ki tarah gal jaayegi.”
Samraat ki rolling chair dheere-dheere ghoomti hai. uske peeche aik aur kursi rakhi hai… jisme ek aurat baithi hai.
Sirf uska silhoutte dikh raha hai — dhundle light mein. Haath mein ek rudraksh mala. Uski saans bhari aur gehri hai.
Samraat thoda sar jhukata hai jaise us chhaya ko bhi jawab dena ho.
“Ek ladki… ek ladka… aur ek raaz… jise todne ki himmat kisi ne nahi ki thi.
Aur ab… Dev ke peeche baithi woh ‘chhaya’ — jiski pehchaan duniya ke liye ek raaz thi — apne agle kadam ka intezaar kar rahi thi.”
DELHI HIGHER SECONDARY SCHOOL – CAMPUS PATHWAY (2ND June 2015, 11:15 AM)
Ferrari brothers crowd ko cheer karte hue hostel ki taraf nikal jaate hain. Students ab dheere-dheere apni classes ki taraf lautne lagte hain.
Ravi, Amit aur Kabir bhi us bheed se nikal kar chalte hain.
Kabir (masti mein):
“Bhai, aaj toh full filmi entry dekh li. Ferrari, drama, dhamaka… hostel life mast hone wali hai!”
Amit (serious tone mein):
“Mujhe lagta hai tum dono ko ab zyada cautious rehna hoga. Aryan Rathore koi simple ladka nahi hai…”
Ravi chup tha… uska dimaag abhi bhi Rathore brothers ke mysterious words mein atka hua tha.
Tabhi—
Ek halke se jhatke ke saath Ravi kisi se takra jaata hai. Us takrahat mein ek book us ladki ke haath se gir jaati hai.
Ravi turant jhuk kar book uthata hai. Us ladki bhi saath jhukti hai.
Aur—
Dono ke sar halki si takrahat ke saath ekdum se mil jaate hain.
Ek second ke liye time ruk jaata hai. Hawaa tez chalti hai.
“Zindagi ke safar mein kuch takraar aise hote hain… jo taqdeer ki dastak ban jaate hain.”
Ravi apna sir uthata hai. Samne ek ladki khadi hai… uski aankhen badi, kajal se gehri, aur chehre par ek narmi ka noor. Aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa dard bhi chhupa hai.
Ladki bhi Ravi ko dekhte hi freeze ho jaati hai.
Aur dono ke labon se ek saath nikalta hai—
“TUM…?!”
"Kuch chehre raaston pe yunhi mil jaate hain,
jaise taqdeer ne unhe khud bulaya ho…
aur kuch nigaahen yunhi tham jaati hain,
jaise waqt ne unhe bas wahi rukne ko kaha ho…"
Ravi ki aankhen shock mein badi ho jaati hain.
Uske andar ek ajeeb si ghoonj chal rahi hai… “Yeh wahi hai? Kaise…? Yahaan?”
Ladki bhi apne hoth kaat kar book ko apne seene se lagati hai. Aankhen neeche jhuka leti hai… par uski saans tez chal rahi hai.
Kabir (excited whisper mein, Amit ko dhakka maar ke):
“Bhai… scene toh full Bollywood jaisa ho gaya hai! Ladki girti hai… ladka sambhalta hai… aur ab ‘Tum’ wala shock twist!”
Amit (glasses adjust karke, thoda curious):
“Tum dono… pehle se jaante ho kya ek dusre ko?”
Ravi aur ladki dono ek dusre ki aankhon mein kuch seconds tak ghur kar dekhte hain. Jaise dono ke dil mein hazaar sawaal hain, par zubaan khamosh hai.
Ladki dheere se kehti hai—
Ladki (halki compk jaisi awaaz mein):
“Tum… yahaan…?”
Ravi (shock mein, halki awaaz):
“Main bhi yahi poochna chahta hoon… tum?”
“Do aakhon ki takraar… do dilon ki guftagu… aur ek raaz… jo un dono ko kabhi alag nahi hone dega. Par yeh ‘Tum’ ke peechhe ki kahani… abhi ek raaz hai.”
Suspense…
“Ferrari brothers ki entry ek dhamake se shuru hui thi… aur Ravi ki zindagi mein ek ajeeb sa knot bandh diya tha. Ab sawal yeh hai — yeh knot khulega dosti ke saath, ya guth jaayega dushmani ke andheron mein?”
“Ravi aur uss ladki ke beech aakhir kaun sa raaz chhupa hai…?
Kya yeh sirf ek purani mulakaat ka silsila hai,
ya phir un dono ki kahani mein koi aisa sach छुपा hai jo poori zindagi badal dega?
“Ek ladki ne ek ladke ko bachaya… ek buzurg ke dus saal purane plan ko tod diya. Par yeh ladka kaun tha? Ladki kaun thi? Aur kyun Samraat itna pareshan tha ki ek ‘accident’ bhi fail ho jaaye…?”
"Yeh khel kisne bigaad diya… aur kyun?"
Nice and thrilling update.
To Jupiter ki entry ho gyi
Aur Ferrari ki bhi.
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Fantastic updateUpdate 4 – "K H E L"
Tokyo, Japan – Penthouse (1st June 2015, Raat 11:30 PM)
Tokyo ki raat… sheher ki neons chamak rahi hain, par hawa mein ek ajeeb si thandak hai.
25th floor ke penthouse mein ek 15 saal ka ladka apne bade se futon bed par hila, sapnon mein uljha hua.
Sapna (Dream)
Snowy mountains… hawa tez chal rahi hai.
Do chhote bachche barf mein khel rahe hain. Awaazon ki goonj — masoom hasna, barf ki khanak.
Ek bachcha barf ka gola banata hai… aur zor se fekta hai.
THUD!
Barf ka gola seedha ladke ke chehre pe lagta hai.
Uski aankh jhatke se khulti hai.
Ladka jor se saans le raha hai. Mathe par pasina, aankhon mein uljhan aur udaasi ka misran.
Ladka (Japanese, halki awaaz mein):
「また…同じ夢か。」
(Mata… onaji yume ka.)
(Phir… wahi sapna…)
Woh apne seene ko dabaata hai, jaise sapne ka bojh dil tak utar gaya ho.
Tabhi shoji door dheere se khulta hai.
Entry – Servant
Ek 50 saal ka Japanese servant — safed baalon ke saath neat uniform mein, haath mein cordless phone. Bow karta hai aur soft awaaz mein bolta hai.
Servant (Japanese):
「坊ちゃん…お電話です。奥様から。」
(Bocchan… o-denwa desu. Okusama kara.)
(Young master… phone aaya hai. Madam ka.)
Ladka (thodi hichkichahat se, Japanese):
「母さん…？」
(Kaa-san…?)
(Maa…?)
Servant (Japanese, bow karte hue):
「はい。奥様はお待ちです。」
(Hai. Okusama wa omachi desu.)
(Haan. Madam aapka intezaar kar rahi hain.)
Ladka phone uthata hai. Ungliyan thodi kaamp rahi hoti hain.
Gwalior, Madhya Pradesh ( waqt, 8 PM IST)
Ek rajwada-style haveli. Safed marble ke pillars, purane jhoomar, diwaron par talwaron aur purkashish paintings ka rang.
Ek 38 saal ki aurat ek bada antique rotary phone apne haath mein liye bethi hai.
Mother’s Look
Location vibe: Bada hall, white marble pillars, ek bada jhoomar jo aadhe hall ko roshan kar raha hai. Bahar se Gwalior fort ka silhouette dikhai deta hai.
- Age: 38
- Gora chehra, royal personality
- Silk saree (maroon with golden border), aankhon mein kajal aur ek til left cheek par.
- Hathon mein ek antique gold bangle.
- Uske chehre pe ek saath authority aur mamta dono chamak rahe hain.
Conversation – Mother & Son
Maa (phone par, soft tone):
“Uth gaya mera beta?”
Ladka (low voice, udasi chhupate hue):
“Hmm… maa.”
Maa pal bhar ke liye khamosh ho jaati hai. Uske aansu girte hain, par uski awaaz abhi bhi control mein hai.
Maa (samajh jaati hai):
“Phir se wahi sapna… na?”
Ladka (deep sigh, aankhen bandh karke):
“Hmm… maa. Wahi manzil… jo meri aankhon se jaati hi nahi. Jitni baar main sochta hoon ki bhool jaaun… utni hi baar woh aur gehri ho jaati hai.”
Maa aankhen band karti hai, pal bhar ke liye aansu nikal aate hain.
Maa (aansu dabaate hue, par dil mein dard ke saath):
“Beta… us manzil ko mehfoos rakhna hi toh teri kismat hai. Jo tera sapna hai… wahi tera bojh bhi hai.”
Ladka (teekhi awaaz mein, thoda rebellious):
“Par kyun maa? Kyun main hi? Main sirf 15 saal ka hoon… mera dil thak gaya hai. Mujhe lagta hai main kabhi aazad nahi ho paunga.”
Maa (dil tootne wali awaaz, par strong):
“Beta… apna bojh se bhaagne wale kabhi manzil tak nahi pahuchte. Tujhe yaad rakhna hoga — tu sirf mera beta nahi hai… tu us raaz ka waaris hai, jo duniya se chhupa hai.”
Ladka (aankhen nam, khidki ke bahar neon lights dekhte hue):
“Woh… kaise hai maa? Kya tumne kabhi dekha unhe?”
Maa (awaz phat jaati hai, ro kar):
“Pata nahi beta… main bhi taras gayi hoon. 10 saal ho gaye… 10 saal se main bas intezaar kar rahi hoon. Aur ab bhi… woh din nahi aaya.”
Maa apni aankhon ke aansu pochti hai, apna tone ekdum rajwada queen jaisa banati hai.
Maa (dumdaar, firm voice):
“Waqt aayega, beta. Tab tujhe khud bulaya jaayega. Tab tujhe samajh aayega ki tere sapne… bas sapne nahi hain. Woh raaz hain — aur woh raaz tujhe sachai tak le jaayenge.”
Ladka (slowly, whisper):
“Hmm… maa. Agar raaz itna gehra hai… toh main bhi taiyaar hoon. Chahe mujhe khud ko khona pade.”
Phone cut ho jaata hai.
Penthouse ke andar — ladka khidki ke paas jaa kar khada ho jaata hai.
Tokyo skyline ke upar se barf ki halki si boonden girti hain.
Uska chehra ek ajeeb mix of udaasi, gussa aur determination.
“Ek ladka… ek sapna… aur ek raaz. Tokyo ki unchaiyon aur Gwalior ki gehraiyon ke beech jo dor bandhi hai… kya wahi Ravi ki kahani ka asli rahasya hai. Aur jab waqt aayega…toh ek toofan zaroor uthega , Tab sirf ek sach bachega.”
DELHI HIGHER SECONDARY SCHOOL – CAMPUS GATE – DAY (2ND June 2015, 10:30 AM)
CAR — butterfly doors khulte hain.
Door se pehla silhouette nikalta hai — ek jawaan ladka, slim, confident. Phir doosra — bada, broad-shouldered, aankhon mein thanda gussa. Dono apni Ferrari lock karte hain aur ek dusre ko aankh maar kar smile dete hain — jaise campus unka playground ho.
Amit, Ravi aur Kabir curiosity se dekhte hain. Tabhi ek group ke 2–3 ladke unke paas aate hain.
Boy 1 (excited tone):
“Arre, tumhe pata hai na kaun hain ye dono?”
Kabir (eyebrows raise karke):
“Kaun? Film stars ke bete hain kya?”
Boy 2 (halki hansi, hushed tone):
“Film stars se zyada bade… inke baap hain Cabinet Minister Delhi mein. Naam hai Vikramaditya Rathore. Poore Rajasthan se lekar Delhi tak ka raj inke baap ke paas hai.” Paisa aur power dono inke khoon mein hai.
Ravi (thoda serious, softly):
“Cabinet Minister?”
Boy 3 (nervous hansi, whispering):
“Haan… aur inke paas paisa itna hai ki school kya… “Rajasthan ki adhee zameen, haveli, mahel… inke baap ke naam par hai. School mein koi bhi inke khilaaf awaaz uthata hai toh agle din uski zindagi ulat jaati hai.”
Ravi, Amit aur Kabir ek dusre ko dekhte hain. Unke chehre par curiosity ke saath ek halka sa darr bhi.
INTRO: RATHORE BROTHERS
Arjun Rathore — 16 saal (Classmate)
Aryan Rathore — 18 saal (Senior)
- Height: 5’9’’
- Look: Clean, tailored navy blazer with golden buttons, light platinum chain, soft cheekbones. Face pe ek innocent-sa muskaan — par aankhon mein gehra sa silence.
- Nature: Publicly charming, classroom mein polite; private mein calculating. Log usko “easy” samajhte hain — par woh log galat hain. Arjun ka smile cut-through; wo logon ko apni taraf kheenchta hai, phir values test karta hai.
- Mannerisms: Hamesha thoda aage jhuk kar baat karta, voice low — jaise har lafz weigh karta ho.
Unke father? Naam jo campus ki hawa mein gunjta hai:
- Height: 6’1’’
- Look: Black leather jacket, unbuttoned shirt collar, one ear stud, stubble starting on jaw — dangerous-handsome. Walk slow, hips thoda forward — alpha.
- Nature: Playboy + fighter. Parties, attention, fights — sab uske liye ek sport hain. Ragging uska instinct; humiliation uska method.
- Mannerisms: Chehre pe smirk, nazar se hunt karta hai. Jab gussa ho to glove-tight hush hoti hai — thandi, precise.
Vikramaditya Rathore — Cabinet Minister, Delhi.
Rajmata / Mrs. Kalyani Rathore — 38 saal, royal, always draped in heavy silk, look that commands respect. Public mein philanthropic; private mein steel.
- Power + money ka centre. Political network deep, pockets deeper. Rajasthan (Udaipur) mein bade haveli-mahal aur family legacy. Uska naam hi enough tha; jo bhi uske raaste mein aata, uska career, reputation ya family balance hil jaata.
Sab ek hi pal mein samajh gaye — yeh Rathores koi aam log nahi.
STUDENTS (chalta phirta gossip squad) approach karte hain — kuch familiar faces jo pehle se hi campus ki baat-cheet jaante.
Student 1 (whispering, excited):
“Woh suno — Arjun aur Aryan Rathore. Udaipur se aaye hain. Inke baap Vikramaditya Rathore… Delhi mein cabinet minister. Paisa? Matlab… jo chahoge, mil jayega.”
Student 2 (low, cautioning):
“Aur agar tumhe lagta hai yeh sirf show-off hai, soch samajh ke. Aryan se panga lena matlab khud ko mushkil mein daalna. Aur Arjun… uski smile… dekh ke khush mat ho — woh calculated hai.”
Student 3 (adds, nervous):
“Arjun class mein friendly lagta hai, par woh sab cheezein uske liye game hain. Bolte hain — Arjun jyada khatarnaak hai; Aryan seedha gussa dikhata, Arjun piche se blade chalata.”
Ravi, Amit, Kabir ek dusre ko dekhte hain — curiosity + unsettlement.
Aryan (loud, slow, with that dangerous smile):
“Good morning, Delhi Higher Secondary. Lagta hai aaj tumhare lawn pe naya colour add ho gaya.”
(ek pause)
“Yaad rakhna — yeh jagah abhi se thodi aur shiny hogayi hai… kyunki hum aa gaye hain.”
Uski baat mein threat bhi hai, charm bhi. Sab thoda step back kar lete hain.
Aryan -Ravi aur uske doston ki taraf walk karta hai, sunglasses utarta hai aur arrogant smile deta hai.
Aryan Rathore (18, smirk ke saath, hands in pocket):
“Tum teeno naye dikh rahe ho… admission hua hai, hmm?”
(Aryan ki awaaz mein ek command tha, jaise yeh sawaal nahi, ek statement ho.)
Kabir (thoda defensive, aankh utha ke):
“Haan… admission toh hua hai. Problem kya hai?”
(Amit turant Kabir ko elbow karta hai — jaise keh raha ho control kar.)
Arjun Rathore (16, calm, charming tone, Ravi ki taraf dekh kar):
“Relax, Kabir. Aryan ka style thoda rough hai… but dil mein utna bura nahi. Tum sab naye ho, toh naturally… spotlight tumpe aayegi. Waise… I’m Arjun.”
Aryan (loud, threatening):
“Welcome to our jungle, boys.Tum logon ne sahi jagah choose ki hai — kyunki yahan sirf do rule chalte hain… Rathore Brothers ke.”
Wo ek pause leta hai, aur fir smile karta hai jaise koi shikaar dekh raha ho.
Follow Rathore brothers… toh maze mein raho.
Challenge Rathore brothers… toh zinda rehna mushkil ho jaayega.”
Aryan (mock tone mein, Amit aur Kabir ko dekhte hue):
“Aur tum dono? Glasses-wale scholar aur foodie type dost. Tumhe sambhalna mushkil nahi hoga. Par…”
(he steps closer to Ravi, thoda intimidating)
“…Ravi. Tum different lagte ho. Mujhe dekh ke jhuk nahi rahe… that’s rare.”
Ravi (calm, direct voice):
“Main jhukta sirf unke saamne hoon, jinke liye respect naturally aata hai.”
(Poore crowd mein ek halki si gasp. Amit aur Kabir dono tension mein aajate hain. Kabir toh bas soch raha hota hai ki ab fight pakki.)
Aryan Ravi ke extremely close aata hai, cheek-to-cheek distance, uski aankhon mein direct ghurta hai.
Aryan (whisper tone, but threatening):
“Daring hai tum mein. Dekhenge kitna tikta hai yeh daring. School sirf books ka game nahi hai, Ravi. Yahaan power ka asli test hota hai.”
(Aryan smirk karta hai aur thoda peeche hat jaata hai.)
Principal Malhotra khud balcony se neeche aakar thoda tight voice mein bolte hain (par nazar mein tension):
Principal Malhotra (calm, but firm):
“Manners yahan sabke liye same hain. Agar koi rule tootega, school action lega. Delhi Higher Secondary mein kisi ko dar-dhamka ke rakhne ki ijazat nahi.”
(eye on Rathore brothers)
“Special privileges school policy mein nahi likhe hote.”
Aryan gives a half-bow, half-scoff — jaisa wo samajhta ho ke school ka authority us par apply nahi hota.
Aryan (mock respectful):
“Of course, Sir. Hum bas naye students ko thoda guide kar rahe the. Aap chinta mat kariye — hum khud discipline bahut pasand karte hain.”
(his tone: polite with venom underneath)
Principal Mr. Malhotra ke jaane ke baad
Arjun ek kadam Ravi ke paas aata hai, friendly smile ke saath. phir Ravi ke shoulder par haath rakhta hai, jaise bhai-bhai type friendly ho.
Arjun (softly, nearly sincere):
“Hi Ravi — main Arjun hoon. Same class, tumhe aage se dekha. “Don’t mind Aryan. Woh kabhi soft bolna nahi jaanta. Tum bas ek baat yaad rakho, Ravi…
Is school mein tumhe dosti bhi mil sakti hai aur dushmani bhi. Tumhe decide karna hai ki tum Rathore brothers ke saath kahan khade ho. Side pe… ya saath mein.” Don’t worry, hum log help kar denge. School thoda tough ho sakta hai… but jab tak tum humare saath ho, sab theek rahega.”
“Don’t worry… hum classmates hain. Tum mujhe apna dost bhi keh sakte ho.
Bas… ek baat yaad rakhna Ravi… is school mein sirf ek hi game chalta hai — power ka.”
Uske eyes thodi der Ravi ki aankhon mein tikti hain — jaise wo uska dimaag padh raha ho.
(Arjun’s smile lingers, but eyes cold)
“Bas ek choti si baat… secrets safe rakhna, aur hamesha apni jagah samajh lena.”
Uska “help” offer meetha hai — par Ravi ko kuch andar se khatakta hai. Kuch unsaid threat waha hi latent hai.
(Ravi thoda stiff ho jaata hai. Usse lagta hai jaise Arjun uska andhar tak dekh raha ho.)
Arjun Ravi ke kaan ke paas jhukta hai aur sirf uske liye ek line bolta hai — mysterious, half-smile ke saath:
Arjun (whisper):
“Jaldi hi tumhe ek aisa sach pata chalega… jo tumhe ya toh hamara sabse close dost banayega… ya phir hamara pehla shikar.”
(Ravi uske smile ko dekhta hai. Bahar se charming lag raha hai, par uski aankhon mein ek dark secret chhupa hua hai. Ravi ko feel hota hai jaise yeh handshake ek contract jaisa hai.)
Aryan aur Arjun dono ek dusre ko aankh maarte hain. Aryan loud voice mein chillata hai:
Aryan (boldly):
“School ke naye bacche sun lo! Ye jagah Rathore brothers ka hai. Jo hume follow karega, woh maze karega… jo hume challenge karega… uski kahani khatam ho jaayegi.”
Campus mein ekdum silence. Ravi ke mann mein ajeeb sa darr + gussa mix hone lagta hai.
Ferrari brothers crowd cheer ke beech mein disappear hote hain.
Amit (nervous tone, whispering):
“Ravi, mujhe lagta hai tumhe door rehna chahiye in dono se…”
Kabir (bold, par thoda shake hoke):
“Door? Yaar, mujhe toh lagta hai ye dono school ko apna wrestling ring bana denge.”
Ravi thoda confuse, Kabir gusse mein, Amit seedha scared lagta hai.
Tabhi ek boys ka group unke pass ata hai
Boy 1 (fear tone mein):
“Bachke rehna Ravi… Aryan Rathore se panga lena matlab apni zindagi khud barbaad karna. Uske connections aur paisa… dono tumhe choor-choor kar denge.”
Boy 2 (low tone):
“Un dono se door raho… Aryan Rathore se panga lena matlab apna career khud khatam karna. Aur “Arjun bhale innocent lagta hai … lekin uske innocent smile se dhokha mat khana, par asal mein woh Aryan se bhi zyada khatarnaak hai. Dil ka kaala, dimaag ka tez. Tumhe hamesha uske saath safe lagta hai… par asli game wohi khelta hai.” asli khiladi wahi hai.”
“Ek taraf Ravi ki seedhi zindagi… doosri taraf Rathore brothers ki shatranj.
Aur jab yeh paths takraayenge… toh kahani sirf ek raaz chhod ke jaayegi.”
PURANI HAVELI – SECRET CHAMBER – (2nd JUNE 2015 , 11:00 AM)
Andhera, bada hall. Deewaron par talwarein aur purane shields latke hue hain. Upar se ek bade jhoomar ka dim light gir raha hai.
65 saal ka Buzurg rolling chair par baitha hai. Uski aankhen band hain, dono haath talwar ke hilt par tikaye hue, jaise kisi soch mein dooba ho.
Darwaza dheere se khulta hai. Ek aadmi jhukkar aata hai.
Aadmi (head bowed, trembling voice):
“Jai Hind… Samraat.”
Samraat apna sar uthata hai, aankhen tez bijli ki tarah chamak rahi hain.
Samraat (barf jaisi thandi awaaz):
“Kaam ho gaya?”
Aadmi (hichkichahat se):
“Nahi, Samraat… kaam adhura reh gaya. Us ladke ko ek ladki ne… bacha liya.”
Yeh admi koi aur nahi wo scorpio driver tha…
Wo talwar par apni ungli ghumaata hai, aur ek jhatke se table par maar deta hai.
Samraat (garaj kar):
“Ek LADKI?! Dus saal ki yojna… aur ek chhoti si ladki ne usse tod diya?!”
Room ke andar ki hawa bhari ho jaati hai, jaise deewar bhi uske gusse se dar rahi ho.
Samraat turant ek purana black telephone uthata hai. Uski rotary dial dheere-dheere ghummi jaati hai.
PAHAD– SAME TIME
Beech pahadon ke beech ek purana house . Andar ek room mein ek damdaar admi, phone uthata hai.
Admi (loud, loyal tone):
“Jai Hind, Samraat!”
Samraat:
“Dev… tumse ye umeed nahi thi. Maine mere admi ko ek kaam diya tha. Us ladke ko gaadi samet uda dena. Aur zinda bach gaya.” Pata hai kyese ek ladki ki wajhese…
(Phone ke dusre side Dev ki saans tez ho jaati hai, jaise uske peeche khada koi chhaya uske har lafz ko sun raha ho.)
Dev (hichkichate hue):
“Samraat… kaise? Yeh kaise ho sakta hai? Ek ladki ne…? Yeh toh impossible hai.”
Samraat (aankhon mein aag ke saath, cheekh kar):
“Impossible? Mere liye impossible shabd duniya mein nahi hai, Dev! Dus saal se main us pal ka intezaar kar raha hoon… aur ek ladki ne meri saari plan fail kar di?!”
(Phone pakadte hue uske haath kaanp rahe hote hain, par uski awaaz steel ke tarah mazboot hai.)
Dev… tumhe maloom bhi hai na, tum kiski aakhon mein dhool jhonk rahe ho?!”
(Phone ke us paar Dev ki gardan jhuki jaati hai. Uski awaaz hilti hai.)
Dev (guilt mein, low voice):
“Mujhse… galti ho gayi, Samraat.”
Samraat (zahar bhari tone mein):
“Find out… kaun hai woh ladki. Aur yaad rakhna… agar woh humare raaste mein aayi… toh is barf ki tarah gal jaayegi.”
Samraat ki rolling chair dheere-dheere ghoomti hai. uske peeche aik aur kursi rakhi hai… jisme ek aurat baithi hai.
Sirf uska silhoutte dikh raha hai — dhundle light mein. Haath mein ek rudraksh mala. Uski saans bhari aur gehri hai.
Samraat thoda sar jhukata hai jaise us chhaya ko bhi jawab dena ho.
“Ek ladki… ek ladka… aur ek raaz… jise todne ki himmat kisi ne nahi ki thi.
Aur ab… Dev ke peeche baithi woh ‘chhaya’ — jiski pehchaan duniya ke liye ek raaz thi — apne agle kadam ka intezaar kar rahi thi.”
DELHI HIGHER SECONDARY SCHOOL – CAMPUS PATHWAY (2ND June 2015, 11:15 AM)
Ferrari brothers crowd ko cheer karte hue hostel ki taraf nikal jaate hain. Students ab dheere-dheere apni classes ki taraf lautne lagte hain.
Ravi, Amit aur Kabir bhi us bheed se nikal kar chalte hain.
Kabir (masti mein):
“Bhai, aaj toh full filmi entry dekh li. Ferrari, drama, dhamaka… hostel life mast hone wali hai!”
Amit (serious tone mein):
“Mujhe lagta hai tum dono ko ab zyada cautious rehna hoga. Aryan Rathore koi simple ladka nahi hai…”
Ravi chup tha… uska dimaag abhi bhi Rathore brothers ke mysterious words mein atka hua tha.
Tabhi—
Ek halke se jhatke ke saath Ravi kisi se takra jaata hai. Us takrahat mein ek book us ladki ke haath se gir jaati hai.
Ravi turant jhuk kar book uthata hai. Us ladki bhi saath jhukti hai.
Aur—
Dono ke sar halki si takrahat ke saath ekdum se mil jaate hain.
Ek second ke liye time ruk jaata hai. Hawaa tez chalti hai.
“Zindagi ke safar mein kuch takraar aise hote hain… jo taqdeer ki dastak ban jaate hain.”
Ravi apna sir uthata hai. Samne ek ladki khadi hai… uski aankhen badi, kajal se gehri, aur chehre par ek narmi ka noor. Aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa dard bhi chhupa hai.
Ladki bhi Ravi ko dekhte hi freeze ho jaati hai.
Aur dono ke labon se ek saath nikalta hai—
“TUM…?!”
"Kuch chehre raaston pe yunhi mil jaate hain,
jaise taqdeer ne unhe khud bulaya ho…
aur kuch nigaahen yunhi tham jaati hain,
jaise waqt ne unhe bas wahi rukne ko kaha ho…"
Ravi ki aankhen shock mein badi ho jaati hain.
Uske andar ek ajeeb si ghoonj chal rahi hai… “Yeh wahi hai? Kaise…? Yahaan?”
Ladki bhi apne hoth kaat kar book ko apne seene se lagati hai. Aankhen neeche jhuka leti hai… par uski saans tez chal rahi hai.
Kabir (excited whisper mein, Amit ko dhakka maar ke):
“Bhai… scene toh full Bollywood jaisa ho gaya hai! Ladki girti hai… ladka sambhalta hai… aur ab ‘Tum’ wala shock twist!”
Amit (glasses adjust karke, thoda curious):
“Tum dono… pehle se jaante ho kya ek dusre ko?”
Ravi aur ladki dono ek dusre ki aankhon mein kuch seconds tak ghur kar dekhte hain. Jaise dono ke dil mein hazaar sawaal hain, par zubaan khamosh hai.
Ladki dheere se kehti hai—
Ladki (halki compk jaisi awaaz mein):
“Tum… yahaan…?”
Ravi (shock mein, halki awaaz):
“Main bhi yahi poochna chahta hoon… tum?”
“Do aakhon ki takraar… do dilon ki guftagu… aur ek raaz… jo un dono ko kabhi alag nahi hone dega. Par yeh ‘Tum’ ke peechhe ki kahani… abhi ek raaz hai.”
Suspense…
“Ferrari brothers ki entry ek dhamake se shuru hui thi… aur Ravi ki zindagi mein ek ajeeb sa knot bandh diya tha. Ab sawal yeh hai — yeh knot khulega dosti ke saath, ya guth jaayega dushmani ke andheron mein?”
“Ravi aur uss ladki ke beech aakhir kaun sa raaz chhupa hai…?
Kya yeh sirf ek purani mulakaat ka silsila hai,
ya phir un dono ki kahani mein koi aisa sach छुपा hai jo poori zindagi badal dega?
“Ek ladki ne ek ladke ko bachaya… ek buzurg ke dus saal purane plan ko tod diya. Par yeh ladka kaun tha? Ladki kaun thi? Aur kyun Samraat itna pareshan tha ki ek ‘accident’ bhi fail ho jaaye…?”
"Yeh khel kisne bigaad diya… aur kyun?"
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Tokyo, Japan – Penthouse (1st June 2015, Raat 11:30 PM)
Tokyo ki raat… sheher ki neons chamak rahi hain, par hawa mein ek ajeeb si thandak hai.
25th floor ke penthouse mein ek 15 saal ka ladka apne bade se futon bed par hila, sapnon mein uljha hua.
Sapna (Dream)
Snowy mountains… hawa tez chal rahi hai.
Do chhote bachche barf mein khel rahe hain. Awaazon ki goonj — masoom hasna, barf ki khanak.
Ek bachcha barf ka gola banata hai… aur zor se fekta hai.
THUD!
Barf ka gola seedha ladke ke chehre pe lagta hai.
Uski aankh jhatke se khulti hai.
Ladka jor se saans le raha hai. Mathe par pasina, aankhon mein uljhan aur udaasi ka misran.
Ladka (Japanese, halki awaaz mein):
「また…同じ夢か。」
(Mata… onaji yume ka.)
(Phir… wahi sapna…)
Woh apne seene ko dabaata hai, jaise sapne ka bojh dil tak utar gaya ho.
Tabhi shoji door dheere se khulta hai.
Entry – Servant
Ek 50 saal ka Japanese servant — safed baalon ke saath neat uniform mein, haath mein cordless phone. Bow karta hai aur soft awaaz mein bolta hai.
Servant (Japanese):
「坊ちゃん…お電話です。奥様から。」
(Bocchan… o-denwa desu. Okusama kara.)
(Young master… phone aaya hai. Madam ka.)
Ladka (thodi hichkichahat se, Japanese):
「母さん…？」
(Kaa-san…?)
(Maa…?)
Servant (Japanese, bow karte hue):
「はい。奥様はお待ちです。」
(Hai. Okusama wa omachi desu.)
(Haan. Madam aapka intezaar kar rahi hain.)
Ladka phone uthata hai. Ungliyan thodi kaamp rahi hoti hain.
Gwalior, Madhya Pradesh ( waqt, 8 PM IST)
Ek rajwada-style haveli. Safed marble ke pillars, purane jhoomar, diwaron par talwaron aur purkashish paintings ka rang.
Ek 38 saal ki aurat ek bada antique rotary phone apne haath mein liye bethi hai.
Mother’s Look
Location vibe: Bada hall, white marble pillars, ek bada jhoomar jo aadhe hall ko roshan kar raha hai. Bahar se Gwalior fort ka silhouette dikhai deta hai.
- Age: 38
- Gora chehra, royal personality
- Silk saree (maroon with golden border), aankhon mein kajal aur ek til left cheek par.
- Hathon mein ek antique gold bangle.
- Uske chehre pe ek saath authority aur mamta dono chamak rahe hain.
Conversation – Mother & Son
Maa (phone par, soft tone):
“Uth gaya mera beta?”
Ladka (low voice, udasi chhupate hue):
“Hmm… maa.”
Maa pal bhar ke liye khamosh ho jaati hai. Uske aansu girte hain, par uski awaaz abhi bhi control mein hai.
Maa (samajh jaati hai):
“Phir se wahi sapna… na?”
Ladka (deep sigh, aankhen bandh karke):
“Hmm… maa. Wahi manzil… jo meri aankhon se jaati hi nahi. Jitni baar main sochta hoon ki bhool jaaun… utni hi baar woh aur gehri ho jaati hai.”
Maa aankhen band karti hai, pal bhar ke liye aansu nikal aate hain.
Maa (aansu dabaate hue, par dil mein dard ke saath):
“Beta… us manzil ko mehfoos rakhna hi toh teri kismat hai. Jo tera sapna hai… wahi tera bojh bhi hai.”
Ladka (teekhi awaaz mein, thoda rebellious):
“Par kyun maa? Kyun main hi? Main sirf 15 saal ka hoon… mera dil thak gaya hai. Mujhe lagta hai main kabhi aazad nahi ho paunga.”
Maa (dil tootne wali awaaz, par strong):
“Beta… apna bojh se bhaagne wale kabhi manzil tak nahi pahuchte. Tujhe yaad rakhna hoga — tu sirf mera beta nahi hai… tu us raaz ka waaris hai, jo duniya se chhupa hai.”
Ladka (aankhen nam, khidki ke bahar neon lights dekhte hue):
“Woh… kaise hai maa? Kya tumne kabhi dekha unhe?”
Maa (awaz phat jaati hai, ro kar):
“Pata nahi beta… main bhi taras gayi hoon. 10 saal ho gaye… 10 saal se main bas intezaar kar rahi hoon. Aur ab bhi… woh din nahi aaya.”
Maa apni aankhon ke aansu pochti hai, apna tone ekdum rajwada queen jaisa banati hai.
Maa (dumdaar, firm voice):
“Waqt aayega, beta. Tab tujhe khud bulaya jaayega. Tab tujhe samajh aayega ki tere sapne… bas sapne nahi hain. Woh raaz hain — aur woh raaz tujhe sachai tak le jaayenge.”
Ladka (slowly, whisper):
“Hmm… maa. Agar raaz itna gehra hai… toh main bhi taiyaar hoon. Chahe mujhe khud ko khona pade.”
Phone cut ho jaata hai.
Penthouse ke andar — ladka khidki ke paas jaa kar khada ho jaata hai.
Tokyo skyline ke upar se barf ki halki si boonden girti hain.
Uska chehra ek ajeeb mix of udaasi, gussa aur determination.
“Ek ladka… ek sapna… aur ek raaz. Tokyo ki unchaiyon aur Gwalior ki gehraiyon ke beech jo dor bandhi hai… kya wahi Ravi ki kahani ka asli rahasya hai. Aur jab waqt aayega…toh ek toofan zaroor uthega , Tab sirf ek sach bachega.”
DELHI HIGHER SECONDARY SCHOOL – CAMPUS GATE – DAY (2ND June 2015, 10:30 AM)
CAR — butterfly doors khulte hain.
Door se pehla silhouette nikalta hai — ek jawaan ladka, slim, confident. Phir doosra — bada, broad-shouldered, aankhon mein thanda gussa. Dono apni Ferrari lock karte hain aur ek dusre ko aankh maar kar smile dete hain — jaise campus unka playground ho.
Amit, Ravi aur Kabir curiosity se dekhte hain. Tabhi ek group ke 2–3 ladke unke paas aate hain.
Boy 1 (excited tone):
“Arre, tumhe pata hai na kaun hain ye dono?”
Kabir (eyebrows raise karke):
“Kaun? Film stars ke bete hain kya?”
Boy 2 (halki hansi, hushed tone):
“Film stars se zyada bade… inke baap hain Cabinet Minister Delhi mein. Naam hai Vikramaditya Rathore. Poore Rajasthan se lekar Delhi tak ka raj inke baap ke paas hai.” Paisa aur power dono inke khoon mein hai.
Ravi (thoda serious, softly):
“Cabinet Minister?”
Boy 3 (nervous hansi, whispering):
“Haan… aur inke paas paisa itna hai ki school kya… “Rajasthan ki adhee zameen, haveli, mahel… inke baap ke naam par hai. School mein koi bhi inke khilaaf awaaz uthata hai toh agle din uski zindagi ulat jaati hai.”
Ravi, Amit aur Kabir ek dusre ko dekhte hain. Unke chehre par curiosity ke saath ek halka sa darr bhi.
INTRO: RATHORE BROTHERS
Arjun Rathore — 16 saal (Classmate)
Aryan Rathore — 18 saal (Senior)
- Height: 5’9’’
- Look: Clean, tailored navy blazer with golden buttons, light platinum chain, soft cheekbones. Face pe ek innocent-sa muskaan — par aankhon mein gehra sa silence.
- Nature: Publicly charming, classroom mein polite; private mein calculating. Log usko “easy” samajhte hain — par woh log galat hain. Arjun ka smile cut-through; wo logon ko apni taraf kheenchta hai, phir values test karta hai.
- Mannerisms: Hamesha thoda aage jhuk kar baat karta, voice low — jaise har lafz weigh karta ho.
Unke father? Naam jo campus ki hawa mein gunjta hai:
- Height: 6’1’’
- Look: Black leather jacket, unbuttoned shirt collar, one ear stud, stubble starting on jaw — dangerous-handsome. Walk slow, hips thoda forward — alpha.
- Nature: Playboy + fighter. Parties, attention, fights — sab uske liye ek sport hain. Ragging uska instinct; humiliation uska method.
- Mannerisms: Chehre pe smirk, nazar se hunt karta hai. Jab gussa ho to glove-tight hush hoti hai — thandi, precise.
Vikramaditya Rathore — Cabinet Minister, Delhi.
Rajmata / Mrs. Kalyani Rathore — 38 saal, royal, always draped in heavy silk, look that commands respect. Public mein philanthropic; private mein steel.
- Power + money ka centre. Political network deep, pockets deeper. Rajasthan (Udaipur) mein bade haveli-mahal aur family legacy. Uska naam hi enough tha; jo bhi uske raaste mein aata, uska career, reputation ya family balance hil jaata.
Sab ek hi pal mein samajh gaye — yeh Rathores koi aam log nahi.
STUDENTS (chalta phirta gossip squad) approach karte hain — kuch familiar faces jo pehle se hi campus ki baat-cheet jaante.
Student 1 (whispering, excited):
“Woh suno — Arjun aur Aryan Rathore. Udaipur se aaye hain. Inke baap Vikramaditya Rathore… Delhi mein cabinet minister. Paisa? Matlab… jo chahoge, mil jayega.”
Student 2 (low, cautioning):
“Aur agar tumhe lagta hai yeh sirf show-off hai, soch samajh ke. Aryan se panga lena matlab khud ko mushkil mein daalna. Aur Arjun… uski smile… dekh ke khush mat ho — woh calculated hai.”
Student 3 (adds, nervous):
“Arjun class mein friendly lagta hai, par woh sab cheezein uske liye game hain. Bolte hain — Arjun jyada khatarnaak hai; Aryan seedha gussa dikhata, Arjun piche se blade chalata.”
Ravi, Amit, Kabir ek dusre ko dekhte hain — curiosity + unsettlement.
Aryan (loud, slow, with that dangerous smile):
“Good morning, Delhi Higher Secondary. Lagta hai aaj tumhare lawn pe naya colour add ho gaya.”
(ek pause)
“Yaad rakhna — yeh jagah abhi se thodi aur shiny hogayi hai… kyunki hum aa gaye hain.”
Uski baat mein threat bhi hai, charm bhi. Sab thoda step back kar lete hain.
Aryan -Ravi aur uske doston ki taraf walk karta hai, sunglasses utarta hai aur arrogant smile deta hai.
Aryan Rathore (18, smirk ke saath, hands in pocket):
“Tum teeno naye dikh rahe ho… admission hua hai, hmm?”
(Aryan ki awaaz mein ek command tha, jaise yeh sawaal nahi, ek statement ho.)
Kabir (thoda defensive, aankh utha ke):
“Haan… admission toh hua hai. Problem kya hai?”
(Amit turant Kabir ko elbow karta hai — jaise keh raha ho control kar.)
Arjun Rathore (16, calm, charming tone, Ravi ki taraf dekh kar):
“Relax, Kabir. Aryan ka style thoda rough hai… but dil mein utna bura nahi. Tum sab naye ho, toh naturally… spotlight tumpe aayegi. Waise… I’m Arjun.”
Aryan (loud, threatening):
“Welcome to our jungle, boys.Tum logon ne sahi jagah choose ki hai — kyunki yahan sirf do rule chalte hain… Rathore Brothers ke.”
Wo ek pause leta hai, aur fir smile karta hai jaise koi shikaar dekh raha ho.
Follow Rathore brothers… toh maze mein raho.
Challenge Rathore brothers… toh zinda rehna mushkil ho jaayega.”
Aryan (mock tone mein, Amit aur Kabir ko dekhte hue):
“Aur tum dono? Glasses-wale scholar aur foodie type dost. Tumhe sambhalna mushkil nahi hoga. Par…”
(he steps closer to Ravi, thoda intimidating)
“…Ravi. Tum different lagte ho. Mujhe dekh ke jhuk nahi rahe… that’s rare.”
Ravi (calm, direct voice):
“Main jhukta sirf unke saamne hoon, jinke liye respect naturally aata hai.”
(Poore crowd mein ek halki si gasp. Amit aur Kabir dono tension mein aajate hain. Kabir toh bas soch raha hota hai ki ab fight pakki.)
Aryan Ravi ke extremely close aata hai, cheek-to-cheek distance, uski aankhon mein direct ghurta hai.
Aryan (whisper tone, but threatening):
“Daring hai tum mein. Dekhenge kitna tikta hai yeh daring. School sirf books ka game nahi hai, Ravi. Yahaan power ka asli test hota hai.”
(Aryan smirk karta hai aur thoda peeche hat jaata hai.)
Principal Malhotra khud balcony se neeche aakar thoda tight voice mein bolte hain (par nazar mein tension):
Principal Malhotra (calm, but firm):
“Manners yahan sabke liye same hain. Agar koi rule tootega, school action lega. Delhi Higher Secondary mein kisi ko dar-dhamka ke rakhne ki ijazat nahi.”
(eye on Rathore brothers)
“Special privileges school policy mein nahi likhe hote.”
Aryan gives a half-bow, half-scoff — jaisa wo samajhta ho ke school ka authority us par apply nahi hota.
Aryan (mock respectful):
“Of course, Sir. Hum bas naye students ko thoda guide kar rahe the. Aap chinta mat kariye — hum khud discipline bahut pasand karte hain.”
(his tone: polite with venom underneath)
Principal Mr. Malhotra ke jaane ke baad
Arjun ek kadam Ravi ke paas aata hai, friendly smile ke saath. phir Ravi ke shoulder par haath rakhta hai, jaise bhai-bhai type friendly ho.
Arjun (softly, nearly sincere):
“Hi Ravi — main Arjun hoon. Same class, tumhe aage se dekha. “Don’t mind Aryan. Woh kabhi soft bolna nahi jaanta. Tum bas ek baat yaad rakho, Ravi…
Is school mein tumhe dosti bhi mil sakti hai aur dushmani bhi. Tumhe decide karna hai ki tum Rathore brothers ke saath kahan khade ho. Side pe… ya saath mein.” Don’t worry, hum log help kar denge. School thoda tough ho sakta hai… but jab tak tum humare saath ho, sab theek rahega.”
“Don’t worry… hum classmates hain. Tum mujhe apna dost bhi keh sakte ho.
Bas… ek baat yaad rakhna Ravi… is school mein sirf ek hi game chalta hai — power ka.”
Uske eyes thodi der Ravi ki aankhon mein tikti hain — jaise wo uska dimaag padh raha ho.
(Arjun’s smile lingers, but eyes cold)
“Bas ek choti si baat… secrets safe rakhna, aur hamesha apni jagah samajh lena.”
Uska “help” offer meetha hai — par Ravi ko kuch andar se khatakta hai. Kuch unsaid threat waha hi latent hai.
(Ravi thoda stiff ho jaata hai. Usse lagta hai jaise Arjun uska andhar tak dekh raha ho.)
Arjun Ravi ke kaan ke paas jhukta hai aur sirf uske liye ek line bolta hai — mysterious, half-smile ke saath:
Arjun (whisper):
“Jaldi hi tumhe ek aisa sach pata chalega… jo tumhe ya toh hamara sabse close dost banayega… ya phir hamara pehla shikar.”
(Ravi uske smile ko dekhta hai. Bahar se charming lag raha hai, par uski aankhon mein ek dark secret chhupa hua hai. Ravi ko feel hota hai jaise yeh handshake ek contract jaisa hai.)
Aryan aur Arjun dono ek dusre ko aankh maarte hain. Aryan loud voice mein chillata hai:
Aryan (boldly):
“School ke naye bacche sun lo! Ye jagah Rathore brothers ka hai. Jo hume follow karega, woh maze karega… jo hume challenge karega… uski kahani khatam ho jaayegi.”
Campus mein ekdum silence. Ravi ke mann mein ajeeb sa darr + gussa mix hone lagta hai.
Ferrari brothers crowd cheer ke beech mein disappear hote hain.
Amit (nervous tone, whispering):
“Ravi, mujhe lagta hai tumhe door rehna chahiye in dono se…”
Kabir (bold, par thoda shake hoke):
“Door? Yaar, mujhe toh lagta hai ye dono school ko apna wrestling ring bana denge.”
Ravi thoda confuse, Kabir gusse mein, Amit seedha scared lagta hai.
Tabhi ek boys ka group unke pass ata hai
Boy 1 (fear tone mein):
“Bachke rehna Ravi… Aryan Rathore se panga lena matlab apni zindagi khud barbaad karna. Uske connections aur paisa… dono tumhe choor-choor kar denge.”
Boy 2 (low tone):
“Un dono se door raho… Aryan Rathore se panga lena matlab apna career khud khatam karna. Aur “Arjun bhale innocent lagta hai … lekin uske innocent smile se dhokha mat khana, par asal mein woh Aryan se bhi zyada khatarnaak hai. Dil ka kaala, dimaag ka tez. Tumhe hamesha uske saath safe lagta hai… par asli game wohi khelta hai.” asli khiladi wahi hai.”
“Ek taraf Ravi ki seedhi zindagi… doosri taraf Rathore brothers ki shatranj.
Aur jab yeh paths takraayenge… toh kahani sirf ek raaz chhod ke jaayegi.”
PURANI HAVELI – SECRET CHAMBER – (2nd JUNE 2015 , 11:00 AM)
Andhera, bada hall. Deewaron par talwarein aur purane shields latke hue hain. Upar se ek bade jhoomar ka dim light gir raha hai.
65 saal ka Buzurg rolling chair par baitha hai. Uski aankhen band hain, dono haath talwar ke hilt par tikaye hue, jaise kisi soch mein dooba ho.
Darwaza dheere se khulta hai. Ek aadmi jhukkar aata hai.
Aadmi (head bowed, trembling voice):
“Jai Hind… Samraat.”
Samraat apna sar uthata hai, aankhen tez bijli ki tarah chamak rahi hain.
Samraat (barf jaisi thandi awaaz):
“Kaam ho gaya?”
Aadmi (hichkichahat se):
“Nahi, Samraat… kaam adhura reh gaya. Us ladke ko ek ladki ne… bacha liya.”
Yeh admi koi aur nahi wo scorpio driver tha…
Wo talwar par apni ungli ghumaata hai, aur ek jhatke se table par maar deta hai.
Samraat (garaj kar):
“Ek LADKI?! Dus saal ki yojna… aur ek chhoti si ladki ne usse tod diya?!”
Room ke andar ki hawa bhari ho jaati hai, jaise deewar bhi uske gusse se dar rahi ho.
Samraat turant ek purana black telephone uthata hai. Uski rotary dial dheere-dheere ghummi jaati hai.
PAHAD– SAME TIME
Beech pahadon ke beech ek purana house . Andar ek room mein ek damdaar admi, phone uthata hai.
Admi (loud, loyal tone):
“Jai Hind, Samraat!”
Samraat:
“Dev… tumse ye umeed nahi thi. Maine mere admi ko ek kaam diya tha. Us ladke ko gaadi samet uda dena. Aur zinda bach gaya.” Pata hai kyese ek ladki ki wajhese…
(Phone ke dusre side Dev ki saans tez ho jaati hai, jaise uske peeche khada koi chhaya uske har lafz ko sun raha ho.)
Dev (hichkichate hue):
“Samraat… kaise? Yeh kaise ho sakta hai? Ek ladki ne…? Yeh toh impossible hai.”
Samraat (aankhon mein aag ke saath, cheekh kar):
“Impossible? Mere liye impossible shabd duniya mein nahi hai, Dev! Dus saal se main us pal ka intezaar kar raha hoon… aur ek ladki ne meri saari plan fail kar di?!”
(Phone pakadte hue uske haath kaanp rahe hote hain, par uski awaaz steel ke tarah mazboot hai.)
Dev… tumhe maloom bhi hai na, tum kiski aakhon mein dhool jhonk rahe ho?!”
(Phone ke us paar Dev ki gardan jhuki jaati hai. Uski awaaz hilti hai.)
Dev (guilt mein, low voice):
“Mujhse… galti ho gayi, Samraat.”
Samraat (zahar bhari tone mein):
“Find out… kaun hai woh ladki. Aur yaad rakhna… agar woh humare raaste mein aayi… toh is barf ki tarah gal jaayegi.”
Samraat ki rolling chair dheere-dheere ghoomti hai. uske peeche aik aur kursi rakhi hai… jisme ek aurat baithi hai.
Sirf uska silhoutte dikh raha hai — dhundle light mein. Haath mein ek rudraksh mala. Uski saans bhari aur gehri hai.
Samraat thoda sar jhukata hai jaise us chhaya ko bhi jawab dena ho.
“Ek ladki… ek ladka… aur ek raaz… jise todne ki himmat kisi ne nahi ki thi.
Aur ab… Dev ke peeche baithi woh ‘chhaya’ — jiski pehchaan duniya ke liye ek raaz thi — apne agle kadam ka intezaar kar rahi thi.”
DELHI HIGHER SECONDARY SCHOOL – CAMPUS PATHWAY (2ND June 2015, 11:15 AM)
Ferrari brothers crowd ko cheer karte hue hostel ki taraf nikal jaate hain. Students ab dheere-dheere apni classes ki taraf lautne lagte hain.
Ravi, Amit aur Kabir bhi us bheed se nikal kar chalte hain.
Kabir (masti mein):
“Bhai, aaj toh full filmi entry dekh li. Ferrari, drama, dhamaka… hostel life mast hone wali hai!”
Amit (serious tone mein):
“Mujhe lagta hai tum dono ko ab zyada cautious rehna hoga. Aryan Rathore koi simple ladka nahi hai…”
Ravi chup tha… uska dimaag abhi bhi Rathore brothers ke mysterious words mein atka hua tha.
Tabhi—
Ek halke se jhatke ke saath Ravi kisi se takra jaata hai. Us takrahat mein ek book us ladki ke haath se gir jaati hai.
Ravi turant jhuk kar book uthata hai. Us ladki bhi saath jhukti hai.
Aur—
Dono ke sar halki si takrahat ke saath ekdum se mil jaate hain.
Ek second ke liye time ruk jaata hai. Hawaa tez chalti hai.
“Zindagi ke safar mein kuch takraar aise hote hain… jo taqdeer ki dastak ban jaate hain.”
Ravi apna sir uthata hai. Samne ek ladki khadi hai… uski aankhen badi, kajal se gehri, aur chehre par ek narmi ka noor. Aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa dard bhi chhupa hai.
Ladki bhi Ravi ko dekhte hi freeze ho jaati hai.
Aur dono ke labon se ek saath nikalta hai—
“TUM…?!”
"Kuch chehre raaston pe yunhi mil jaate hain,
jaise taqdeer ne unhe khud bulaya ho…
aur kuch nigaahen yunhi tham jaati hain,
jaise waqt ne unhe bas wahi rukne ko kaha ho…"
Ravi ki aankhen shock mein badi ho jaati hain.
Uske andar ek ajeeb si ghoonj chal rahi hai… “Yeh wahi hai? Kaise…? Yahaan?”
Ladki bhi apne hoth kaat kar book ko apne seene se lagati hai. Aankhen neeche jhuka leti hai… par uski saans tez chal rahi hai.
Kabir (excited whisper mein, Amit ko dhakka maar ke):
“Bhai… scene toh full Bollywood jaisa ho gaya hai! Ladki girti hai… ladka sambhalta hai… aur ab ‘Tum’ wala shock twist!”
Amit (glasses adjust karke, thoda curious):
“Tum dono… pehle se jaante ho kya ek dusre ko?”
Ravi aur ladki dono ek dusre ki aankhon mein kuch seconds tak ghur kar dekhte hain. Jaise dono ke dil mein hazaar sawaal hain, par zubaan khamosh hai.
Ladki dheere se kehti hai—
Ladki (halki compk jaisi awaaz mein):
“Tum… yahaan…?”
Ravi (shock mein, halki awaaz):
“Main bhi yahi poochna chahta hoon… tum?”
“Do aakhon ki takraar… do dilon ki guftagu… aur ek raaz… jo un dono ko kabhi alag nahi hone dega. Par yeh ‘Tum’ ke peechhe ki kahani… abhi ek raaz hai.”
Suspense…
“Ferrari brothers ki entry ek dhamake se shuru hui thi… aur Ravi ki zindagi mein ek ajeeb sa knot bandh diya tha. Ab sawal yeh hai — yeh knot khulega dosti ke saath, ya guth jaayega dushmani ke andheron mein?”
“Ravi aur uss ladki ke beech aakhir kaun sa raaz chhupa hai…?
Kya yeh sirf ek purani mulakaat ka silsila hai,
ya phir un dono ki kahani mein koi aisa sach छुपा hai jo poori zindagi badal dega?
“Ek ladki ne ek ladke ko bachaya… ek buzurg ke dus saal purane plan ko tod diya. Par yeh ladka kaun tha? Ladki kaun thi? Aur kyun Samraat itna pareshan tha ki ek ‘accident’ bhi fail ho jaaye…?”
"Yeh khel kisne bigaad diya… aur kyun?"
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