Thriller "D R A C O – Sach Ka Pehredaar Ya Tabahi Ka Naam?"
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Superb update and nice storyUpdate 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.
- 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)
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…
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?"
Nice update.....Update 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.
- 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)
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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Ferrari brothers ke shor-sharabe ke baad Ravi, Amit aur Kabir abhi bhi us bheed se nikal kar chal rahe the.
Tabhi Ravi ek ladki se takra jaata hai.Uski haaton se Books gir jaati hain.
Ravi jhuk kar books uthata hai. Jaise hi woh uthake book us ladki ko deta hai, dono ka sar halkasa takra jaata hai.
Dono ruk jaate hain.
Ravi abhi bhi us takraane wale moment ke khayal mein khoya tha.
Dono ek dusre ko pehchaan kar ruk jaate hain.
Ladki pal bhar ke liye Ravi ki taraf dekhti hai—uski badi brown aankhon mein ek ajeeb si gehraayi thi. Jaise anek baatein chupakar baithi ho.
Ladki
(muskaan ke saath, aankhon mein pehchaan ki chamak):
“Toh… tum wahi ho , train wale hero…?”
Awaaz bahut dheemi thi, par uske shabdon mein ek narmi aur ek shukriya chhupa tha.
Kabir turant hansi dabaata hai.
Kabir (teasing) :
“Arre waah, pehle din hi Ravi ka naam famous. Train wale hero ki pehchaan bhi ban gayi!”
“Oye Ravi, lagta hai tera naam abhi se phail gaya hai — train wala hero!”
Ladki bas halka sa muskaraati hai, par kuch kehti nahi. Ravi uski kitaabe haath mein deta hai…
Ravi
(thoda awkward, aankhon se bachate hue, halki hansi ke saath):
“Hero mat kaho… bas ek insaan jo uss waqt wahan tha.”
Ladki
(chehre pe pyaari si shararat):
“Achha? Sab karte? Tumhari tarah ek akela teen ko gher kar maar bhi deta? Main toh sochti hoon… tumne kisi action movie ke liye audition miss kar diya.”
“Tumhare bagair shayad main yahan hoti hi nahi… toh haan, mere liye toh tum hero ho.”
Ravi sirf ek halki si smile deta hai, lekin uske andar kuch aur hi chal raha tha
Ravi ke dil mein kuch ajeeb sa feel hua. Jaise kahin woh takraana, sir se sar lagna, koi kismet ka ishara tha.
“Kismat ne jo silsila train se shuru kiya tha… uska agla chapter ab school ke is campus mein likha jaane wala tha.
Aur shayad ladki ka aana… Ravi ki kahani ko ek nayi manzil dene wala tha.”
“Kismat ne un dono ko ek baar phir takraya diya.
Par yeh sirf ek takraav nahi tha… yeh kahani ki ek nayi shuruaat thi.
Aur shayad… ek aisa rishta jisme dosti, raaz aur ek ajeeb si kashish saath-saath chalne wale the.”
Amit aur Kabir peechhe khade hansi dabaate hain.
Kabir
(slowly Amit ko):
“Bhai… lagta hai story ka angle shuru ho gaya.”
Amit (seriously):
“Bas karo Kabir… ladki ko ghoorne ke bajaye introduce karo aur pehle ye batao ki ye train wala mamla kya hai.”
Kabir aur Amit ek dusre ki taraf aankh maarte hain.
FLASHBACK – QUICK GLIMPSE
Train ka andhera compartment.
Teen ladke ek ladki ko gherte hain.
Ravi unhe ladte hue peechhe fekta hai.
Passengers clap karte hain.
Aur ek ladki, aankhon mein aansu lekar, Ravi se sirf ek lafz kehti hai:
“Shukriya…”
BACK TO PRESENT
Ladki Ravi ke kareeb aati hai, uski aankhon mein dekh kar do pal chup rehti hai, phir halka sa haath aage badhaati hai—thoda hesitation ke saath softly kehti hai—
“Waise… main Sia … Sia Sharma. Aur tumhare debt mein hoon. Tumne meri zindagi bachayi thi. Aur aaj phir se meri book uthayi.”
“Tumhe dekh kar lagta hai… kuch log milne ke liye kismet ko bhi do baar plan banana padta hai.”
Ravi chup rehta hai, bas halki si nazar uske chehre pe.
Uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa connection tha.
Ravi haath milata hai, par feel karta hai ki uski grip bahut hi halka aur sharmili hai.
Ravi (soft tone, zyada formal):
Main Ravi Mishra , “Achha naam hai. Waise… mujhe laga tha train ke baad hum dobara kabhi nahi milenge.”
Sia thoda ruk kar dheere se kehti hai:
Sia:
“Kabhi-kabhi… kismat chhup kar apne cards khelti hai. Shayad yeh bhi usi ka ek card ho.”
Ravi uski baat sun kar thoda hairan hota hai. Uske words me ek ajeeb sa philosophical depth thi, jo uske age ke hisaab se unusual lag rahi thi.
Sia:
“Ab toh tum mujhe avoid kar hi nahi sakte. Tum meri life ke do bade incident mein entry maar chuke ho aur mein tumh…...choro Ab dekhte hain agla coincidence kab hota hai…”
Ravi bas uske lafzon mein kho sa jaata hai.
Aur uske dil mein ek sawaal gunjta hai—
“Kya Sia sirf ek coincidence hai… ya kismat ki likhi hui kahani?”
Ravi (smile dabaate hue):
“Bas ek coincidence tha. Waise bhi… tumhari kitaab heavy thi, sambhalna mushkil tha.”
Sia hans deti hai. Uski hansi mein ek ajeeb si warmth thi jo Ravi ke dil ko chu jati hai.
Sia:
“Accha Ravi ji… waise ek baat bolun? Mujhe laga tha tumhe dobara kabhi nahi dekh paungi. Aur dekho… duniya kitni chhoti hai. Same school, same class.”
Ravi:
“Shayad kismet chhoti nahi… cycle hai... wapas aa hi jaata hai.”
Kabir (naughtiness ke saath):
“Bhai sahab dialogue maar raha hai. Abhi first day hai aur poetry shuru.”
Sab hans padte hain.
Sia (kabir ki taraf, hasi rok kar):
“Arre, tum dono us raat ke hero ka mazaak uda rahe ho? Tumhe pata hai agar yeh na hote toh main… (ruk jaati hai, phir muskaan kehti hai) chhodo… point yeh hai ki yeh insaan asli hero hai.”
Ravi thoda uncomfortable hota hai.
Ravi (calm voice):
“Maine bas wahi kiya jo us waqt zaroori tha. Tumne mujhe ‘hero’ bol diya toh kal ko koi aur bhi expect karega ki main har jagah fight karun. Waise bhi… filmon mein hi sab heroic hota hai.”
Sia (serious yet soft):
“Nahi Ravi… real hero wahi hota hai jo galat ke samne khada ho jaaye. Tumne woh kiya. Aur mujhe lagta hai… tum waise insaan ho jo hamesha stand loge.”
Kabir Ravi ki taraf dekhkar sir hilaata hai jaise keh raha ho — “Dekha, main pehle hi keh raha tha, tu kuch alag hai.”
Amit (cheekhte hue):
“Arre, ab bas bhi karo! Humein bhi introduce karao ya private hi rakhoge?”
Sia (sweet tone):
“Ohh sorry! Aap log bhi same class mein ho na? Chalo dosti pakki.”
Dono dost bhi apna naam batate hain.
Kabir to turant taana maar deta hai:
Kabir:
“Lagta hai humari gang mein ab ek aur member jud gaya… aur wo bhi Ravi ke ‘special rescue mission’ ke baad.”
Sia thoda sharma jaati hai. Ravi aankhon se bachne lagta hai.
Kabir phir se bol padta hai:
Kabir:
“Waise Sia ji, ek warning. Yeh Ravi thoda chup rehta hai, serious type ka. Tumhe lagta hai simple hai, par iske andar bhi kuch raaz chhupe hain.”
Ravi kabir ko aankh dikhata hai.
Sia (curious tone, thoda tease karte hue):
“Raaz? Kaise raaz?”
Ravi (slightly mysterious smile):
“Raaz raaz hi ache lagte hain. Agar sab kuch khul jaaye toh phir suspense ka maza kahan?”
Ek pal ke liye dono ki aankhon mein aankhon milti hai.
Phir Sia hans padti hai aur kehti hai—
Sia:
“Fine… suspense hi sahi. Waise bhi mujhe suspense aur thrill pasand hai. Shayad isi wajah se tum interesting lag rahe ho.”
Kabir turant phat padta hai:
Kabir (dramatic):
“Lo ji! Pehla din aur pehli taareef. Ravi ka romance chapter officially shuru!”
Amit (beech mein):
“ Intro hogaya. Ab chalein? Class ke liye late ho jayenge.”
Sab hansi mein chal padte hain, classroom ki taraf. Ravi us ladki ko ek pal ke liye aur dekhta hai. Woh chup-chap chal rahi thi, jaise words uske andar hi kahin dab gaye ho.
“Sia Sharma—ek aisi ladki jo dikhne mein masoom aur chup si thi… lekin uske khamoshi mein bhi ek kahani chhupi thi. Ravi ko ye khamoshi khinch rahi thi, par usse abhi ye nahi pata tha ki Sia ki aankhon ke peeche ek raaz hai—ek aisa raaz jo unki zindagi ka rukh badal dega.”
CLASSROOM ENTRY
Bell bajti hai. Ravi, Amit, Kabir aur Sia saath-saath classroom ki taraf chalte hain. Pehle din ka excitement har student ke chehre pe likha hua hai.
(Halki dhoop khidkiyon se andar aa rahi hai. Students apni jagah settle ho rahe hain. Tabhi darwaza dheere se khulta hai…)
Darwaze par khadi thi ek ladki—jaise koi aabroo se utar kar zameen par aayi ho. Simple white kurti, blue dupatta, aur ek chhoti si notebook haath mein. Uski brown eyes mein ek gehra samundar tha—khamosh par bahut kuch keh jaane wali. Uske chehre par innocence thi, lekin usi ke saath ek aisa noor… jaise khuda ne fursat se banaya ho.
(Puri class kuch pal ke liye chup ho jaati hai. Sirf uske kadmon ki halki si aahat sunayi deti hai.)
Friend 1 (apne dost se dheere):
"Yaar… nayi admission wali lagti hai. Kitni seedhi-saadhi hai… par dekhne se nazar hi nahi hatt rahi bilkul pari jyesi."
Friend 2:
"Bilkul apsara jaisi… jaise kitab ke panne se nikal kar saamne aa gayi ho."
Lekin sabse zyada affected tha Arjun. Uski aankhon ka noor ek pal mein badal gaya. Jaise zindagi bhar jis khwaab ki tasveer banayi thi… wo ab uske saamne zinda khadi ho
Arjun ki nazar Sia par atak jaati hai. Uski aankhen bas uski aankhon mein kho jaati hain, jaise kahin khoi hui duniya mil gayi ho.
Arjun (dil hi dil mein , halki muskaan ke saath):
"Bas… yehi hai wo… jo meri khwaabon mein aati thi. Mera dil keh raha hai—meri kahani ab shuru hui hai."
Sia dheere se apni jagah tak aati hai. Uska har kadam jaise hawa ko mehka raha ho. Dupatta ka halka jhoolna, baalon ki ek lat uske chehre par girna
Tabhi ek sharp sound—heels ki awaaz corridor se sunai deti hai. Dheere-dheere wo classroom ke darwaze ke paas ruk jaati hai.
Darwaza khulta hai…
Aur class ka Atmosphere ekdum formal ho jaata hai
“Aur phir jaise hawaa ka ek naya jhonka andar aya… pehli baar class ke andar kadam rakhti hai Ms. Meera Kapoor ,charming lady teacher. Early 30s, modern sari, ek confident smile.
MS. MEERA KAPOOR
Age: 26 years
Height: 5’7”
Look: Wheatish-glow skin, silky open hair, stylish saree (subtle yet modern), sharp expressive eyes behind thin spectacles.
Body Language: Confident, graceful, har step mein elegance.
Nature: Charming, modern soch wali, par students ke saath strict aur caring balance karti hai. Ek teacher se zyada ek mentor ka feel.
Jaise hi wo entry karti hai, puri class ekdum silence mein aa jaati hai.
Student 1 (whisper karke):
“Arrey… yeh teacher hai ya heroine? Itni young… itni stylish…”
Student 2 (slowly):
“Lagta hai ab class miss karna mushkil ho jaayega.”
par Ravi peeche se bas calmly dekh raha hai, uski expression neutral hai, jaise wo chehre par toh kuch nahi dikhata, par andar hi andar usne already observe kar liya hai ki Ms. Meera ordinary teacher nahi hai
Ms. Kapoor
(smiling, energetic tone):
“Good morning, students! Welcome to Delhi Higher Secondary School. I am Ms. Meera Kapoor. Main tumhari class teacher hoon. From today, I’ll be teaching you Math.
Lekin… sirf kitaab ka syllabus nahi. Zindagi bhi ek kitaab hai, aur uske lessons aapko khud likhne padte hain
Aaj hum ek doosre ko thoda better samjhenge. Sab apna introduction denge.
Class ab bhi mesmerized hai. Uske words ekdum fresh lagte hain—ek young mentor ki tarah…
“Uski aankhon mein ek alag si shine thi—jaise wo sirf ek teacher nahi… balki iss kahani ke naye mod ki ek important character banne wali thi.”
Ravi diary ke page par ek line likhta hai: “Ek naye chapter ki shuruaat… ek naye teacher ke saath
Fir Ek-ek student apna naam batata hai. Kuch naye chehre Ravi ke group se dosti jod lete hain –
Tabhi ek confident voice aati hai. Bench ke corner par baitha ek ladka uthta hai.
Smart blazer, sharp haircut, aankhon mein arrogance.
Tabhi kuch studend gossip karte hai
Arjun Rathor,
Udaipur, Rajasthan se. 16 saal ka. Padhai mein topper, chess champion, aur apne dimaag ke liye mashhoor.
Arjun
(smooth, thoda sarcastic):
“Arjun Rathor. Mujhe introduction ki zarurat nahi… principal aur teachers mujhe pehle se jaante hain. Last year ka all India topper main hi tha.”
Poora class “ooooo” kar deta hai.
Ravi bas chup rehta hai. Lekin uske dil mein ek spark jal chuka hai. Jaise uske saamne ek opponent khud khada ho gaya ho.
Arjun ki nazar Ravi par padti hai. Ek cold smile.
Arjun
(slightly mocking):
“Aur tum? Gaon se aaye ho na? Dekhte hain tum kitna tik paate ho iss class mein.”
Ravi bas shant sa rehta hai, par aankhon mein ek determination jal utha.
Fir RAVI apna introduction deta hai lekin apne naam ke alawa kuch nahi batata hai…
(fir sab Students ek ek karke khade hote hain aur apna intro dete hain. Ab baari aati hai Sia ki.)
Mam:
"Yes, you new girl… please stand up. Introduce yourself."
Sia:
"Good morning… My name is Sia Sharma. I like reading novels… aur kabhi kabhi painting bhi karti hoon."
Character Introduction – Sia Sharma
Name: Sia Sharma
Age: 15 (School’s new admission, Class 11th)
Height: 5’6’’ (Fair-Wheatish, slim and graceful built)
Eyes: Deep brown eyes, jo hamesha khamoshi aur ek ajeeb si udaasi ko chhupaye rakhti hain. Jab kabhi muskaan bikhar jaati hai, toh poori duniya ko roshan kar deti hain.
Hair: Long, silky black hair, jo aksar khule rehte hain, lekin school mein neatly ponytail ya braid mein bandhe hote hain.
Complexion: Fair with a natural blush, jaise zyada makeup ki zarurat hi na ho.
Personality / Nature:
Hobbies / Likes:
(Puri class use ekdum dhyaan se sunti hai. Jaise uske ek ek lafz mein sur ho. Uski awaaz classroom ki khamoshi ko aur gehra bana deti hai.)
Arjun (andar hi andar muskurate hue):
"Sia Sharma… naam bhi utna hi khoobsurat hai jitna tumhara chehra. Yeh naam ab mere dil mein hamesha ke liye bas gaya."
"Tere lafzon mein ek nasha hai…
Tere chehre mein ek dua hai…
Aaj samajh gaya main, Sia—
Meri duniya ka noor ‘tu’ hai."
Peeche Ravi apne doston ke saath baitha hota hai. Uski nazar pehle Arjun par padti hai, phir Sia par. Uske chehre par ek half-smile, par aankhon mein ek challenge ki chamak hoti hai.
Ravi (apne dost Amit se dheere):
"Samajh gaya main… Arjun ki aankhon ki chamak ka reason ye ladki hai. Lekin yaad rakh—jo cheez mujhe pasand aa jaaye, wo kisi aur ki kabhi nahi ho sakti."
Aur wahi se shuru hoti hai ek silent-war.
Ek taraf Arjun ka dil Sia ke ek ek lafz mein nikla hua bepanah pyar—chupchaap, bina lafzon ke.
Aur dusri taraf Ravi ki aankhon mein ek possessive challenge jal raha tha—jo kisi ko bhi barbad kar sakta tha.
Aur beech mein khadi thi Sia—ek masoom, khamosh ladki… jo apne raazon ke bojh ke saath ab do dilon ki kahani ka markaz banne wali thi.
“Dosti, pyaar aur rivalry ke beech… Ravi ka raasta ab sirf ek school life tak seemit nahi raha. Har dost ek rahasya hai, har dushman ek paheli… aur kahani abhi shuru hui hai.”
CANTEEN – LUNCH BREAK [Canteen – Clash]
Canteen mein students ka shor, tray ke girne ki awaaz, aur samose–chai ki khushboo hawa mein ghoom rahi thi. Ravi, Amit aur Kabir ek corner table pe baithe the. Kabir plate mein se samosa uthate hi chillaya:
Kabir (masti mein):
“Bhai… hostel ki roti bhool jao, yeh canteen ke samose duniya ke best hain!”
Amit (glasses adjust karte hue):
“Tu bas khane pe hi research karta hai. Kabhi syllabus pe bhi kar le.”
Ravi (muskurate hue, confident tone mein):
“Arey… uski research ki tension mat lo. Yeh jo canteen hai na… yeh asli battlefield hai.
Yahaan dosti bhi hoti hai… aur dushmani bhi.”
(Amit aur Kabir hansi mein uda dete hain, par Ravi ki aankhen kahin aur lagi hain—canteen ke entrance par.)
Door se andar aati hai Sia Sharma. Simple dress, duppatta neatly fold kiya hua, tray mein ek cup chai aur sandwich. Uska chehra chup sa, lekin uski presence ne canteen ke shor ko kuch pal ke liye thoda halka kar diya.
Uske peeche… Arjun Rathore bhi aata hai—ekdum confident walk, ek group ke saath.
Sia casually ek table ke paas baith jaati hai.
Kabir (Ravi ko tease karte hue):
“Bhai… tu dekh raha hai? Lagta hai kisi ko canteen ka samosa nahi… Sia Sharma zyada pasand aa gayi hai.”
Amit (slow tone mein):
“Careful, Ravi… Arjun bhi wahi dekh raha hai.”
Aur waqai… Arjun ki nazar Sia par hi thi. Usne apni tray table pe rakhi aur directly uski taraf chal diya.
Ravi apne seat se uthta hai—jaise dono ka ek hi destination ho.
Ravi aur Arjun ek hi waqt pe Sia ki table ke paas rukte hain. Sia halka sa confuse ho jaati hai.
Arjun (soft tone, confident smile):
“Sia… agar tumhe bura na lage toh… tum humein join kar sakti ho. Friends ke beech akele rehna theek nahi lagta.”
Ravi (polite but firm):
“Actually Arjun… mujhe lagta hai Sia jahan comfortable ho, wahi baithna chahiye.
Aur mujhe nahi lagta tumhe uski taraf se decide karne ki zarurat hai.”
Sia dono ke beech dekh kar thoda awkward feel karti hai. Usne bas ek halka sa smile diya—jaise woh abhi kisi ke favour mein nahi bolna chahti.
Arjun (thoda possessive tone, aankhon mein challenge):
“Tum sahi kehte ho, Ravi… decision Sia ka hoga.
Lekin yaad rakhna… kuch log sirf door se dekhte rehte hain,
Aur kuch log… haath badha ke apna bana lete hain.”
Ravi (slight smirk, aankhon mein shatirpan):
“Hmm… lekin kuch logon ko samajhna chahiye… ki har cheez paisa ya power se nahi milti.
Kuch cheezein… bas dil se milti hain.”
Canteen ka shor ek pal ke liye dono ke beech ke tension mein dab gaya. Sia ne ek sip chai ka liya aur aankhen jhuka li. Uske dil mein ek ajeeb si ghabrahat thi.
Aur usi waqt Ravi aur Arjun ki aankhen takra gayi—bina shabd bole ek silent challenge tha.
"Ek ladki… do raaste.
Ek raasta dil se nikle pyar ka… aur doosra ego se bhari possessiveness ka.
Lekin Sia ke raaz abhi khule nahi… aur in dono ka takraav us raaz ko aur gehra banane wala hai."
Hostel Night Fun
[ Boys’ Hostel – Night | 10:45 PM]
(Hostel ka corridor halke peele bulb ki roshni mein chamak raha hai. Door ke peeche kahin se hansi ki awaaz, kahin se books girne ki… ek typical hostel night ka mahaul.)
[Ravi’s Room – Inside]
Kabir bed ke upar ulta latak kar push-ups kar raha hai (apne andaaz mein nautanki). Amit laptop par game khel raha hai, lekin har baar haar jaata hai aur gussa karta hai.
Amit (frustrated tone):
“Arre yaar! Yeh game cheating karta hai. Mujhe toh lagta hai developer ko chithhi likhni chahiye!”
Kabir (teasing):
“Developer ko nahi… tujhe apni aankhon ko chashma double power dena chahiye. Tab jaake kuch jeetega!”
Fir Amit gusse mein Kabir ko mouse fek ke maarta hai lekin ussi waqt Kabir side ho kar Amit ka Chasma Kheench liye…
(Ravi muskurata hai, books side mein rakhta hai.)
Ravi (calm tone):
“Tum dono din bhar ladte ho… hostel warden tumhari shikayat lekar aa jaayenge ek din.”
Kabir (drama tone mein):
“Arre bhai, hostel life ka asli maza hi ye hai—shor sharaba! Agar bas padhai karni hoti, toh ghar par baith jaate.”
Prank Time
Kabir ke dimaag mein ek shaitani idea aata hai.
Kabir (whispering to Amit):
“Sun… room no. 108 mein jo naya ladka aaya hai na… use chipkali se bada darr lagta hai. Chal, operation Chipkali Attack shuru karte hain!”
(Amit pehle toh mana karta hai, par phir hans ke haan bolta hai.)
Dono ek plastic wali chipkali leke us ladke ke door pe chipka dete hain.
Roommate 108 (dar ke maare cheekhta hai):
“Bachaoooo! Yeh chipkali zinda hai!!”
Pura corridor hansi se ghoonj uthta hai. Ladke beds se gir gir ke haste hain.
Kabir (nautanki style):
“Beta… yeh toh hostel ka wildlife welcoming committee hai. Chipkali free mein milegi, magar rehna hoga tumhare saath!”
Sabhi students ke faces pe smile aa gayi. Hostel ki thakan, naye sheher ka pressure—sab kuch bhool gaye.
Amit bhi pehli baar thoda loud laughter karta hai. Ravi chup sa baithe dekh raha hai, par uske dil mein halka sa sukoon tha.
Ravi (dheere se, khidki ke bahar dekhte hue):
“Yeh hostel… yeh dosti… shayad iss safar ko thoda aasaan bana de.
Lekin mujhe lagta hai… asli imtihaan abhi shuru bhi nahi hua.”
“Raat ke shor sharabe mein dosti aur hansi chhupi thi…
Par ek anjaani nazar, hostel ki deewaron ke paar, sab kuch observe kar rahi thi.”
Hostel Night Surveillance
[Boys’ Hostel – Rooftop / Corridor | Raat ke 12 baje]
(Hansi–mazak ke baad hostel thoda shaant ho gaya hai. Corridor mein sirf tube-light ka dhundhla sa glow hai. Door band, sab apne apne rooms mein hain.)
Sabko laga masti khatam… lekin asli khamoshi mein kahin na kahin kuch awaz zaroor hoti hai. Aur aaj raat, ek anjaani nazar hostel ke andar ghus aayi thi.
Ek shadow hostel ke gate ke bahar khadi hai. Uske haath mein ek purani diary jaisi cheez hai. Uski aankhen seedha Ravi ke room ki taraf tikki hain.
(Ravi khidki ke paas betha hai, diary likh raha hai. Uski aankhen thodi udaas aur soch mein doobi hui.)
Ravi (apne diary mein likhte hue):
“Sabko lagta hai main sirf ek student hoon… par jo kahani main chhupaye baitha hoon, wo kisi ke samajh se bahar hai. Shayad kal… sab kuch badal jaaye.”
(Usi waqt, bahar khidki ke paas ek halki si reflection dikhai deti hai. Ravi kuch mehsoos karta hai, jaise koi dekh raha ho.)
Ravi (andar hi andar):
“Yeh feeling mujhe pehle bhi hua hai… jaise koi hamesha mere aas paas hota hai.
Kaun hai? Aur kyun…?”
[Hostel Gate ke paas]
(Woh unknown shadow diary kholta hai, jismein Ravi ki childhood photos chipki hoti hain. Ek purani tasveer gir jaati hai – Ravi ke saath ek chhoti ladki ki. Us shadow ka haath kaapta hai.)
Unknown Person (halki awaaz mein):
“Ravi… tumhe lagta hai tum apne past se bach gaye? Nahi… ab waqt aa gaya hai tumhe yaad dilane ka.”
Fir shadow hostel ke andheron mein gayab ho jaata hai
“Raat ki diary mein likha har lafz, ek aise raaz ki taraf le ja raha tha… jo Ravi aur Sia ke beech ki kahani ko hamesha ke liye badal dega.”
SUSPENSE…..
Kya Sia aur Ravi ka takrana sirf coincidence hai… ya kismat ka plan?
Sia ki khamosh aankhon ke peeche kaunsa raaz chhupa hai?
Ravi ke past se judi woh chhoti ladki kaun hai jo diary mein chipki hai?
Arjun aur Ravi ki rivalry sirf Sia ke liye hai… ya uske peeche aur bhi koi wajah hai?
Hostel ke bahar jo shadow Ravi ko dekh raha tha… woh dost hai ya dushman?
Aur Ms. Meera Kapoor—sirf ek young teacher hai… ya is kahani ke bade raaz ki chaabi?
“Jo ab tak ek shuruaat lag rahi hai… shayad wahi sabse bada imtihaan ho. Raaz khulenge, rishte badlenge—bas kahani se jude rahiye.”
EXT. DELHI HIGHER SECONDARY SCHOOL – CAMPUS LAWN – DAY
Ferrari brothers ke shor-sharabe ke baad Ravi, Amit aur Kabir abhi bhi us bheed se nikal kar chal rahe the.
Tabhi Ravi ek ladki se takra jaata hai.Uski haaton se Books gir jaati hain.
Ravi jhuk kar books uthata hai. Jaise hi woh uthake book us ladki ko deta hai, dono ka sar halkasa takra jaata hai.
Dono ruk jaate hain.
Ravi abhi bhi us takraane wale moment ke khayal mein khoya tha.
Dono ek dusre ko pehchaan kar ruk jaate hain.
Ladki pal bhar ke liye Ravi ki taraf dekhti hai—uski badi brown aankhon mein ek ajeeb si gehraayi thi. Jaise anek baatein chupakar baithi ho.
Ladki
(muskaan ke saath, aankhon mein pehchaan ki chamak):
“Toh… tum wahi ho , train wale hero…?”
Awaaz bahut dheemi thi, par uske shabdon mein ek narmi aur ek shukriya chhupa tha.
Kabir turant hansi dabaata hai.
Kabir (teasing) :
“Arre waah, pehle din hi Ravi ka naam famous. Train wale hero ki pehchaan bhi ban gayi!”
“Oye Ravi, lagta hai tera naam abhi se phail gaya hai — train wala hero!”
Ladki bas halka sa muskaraati hai, par kuch kehti nahi. Ravi uski kitaabe haath mein deta hai…
Ravi
(thoda awkward, aankhon se bachate hue, halki hansi ke saath):
“Hero mat kaho… bas ek insaan jo uss waqt wahan tha.”
Ladki
(chehre pe pyaari si shararat):
“Achha? Sab karte? Tumhari tarah ek akela teen ko gher kar maar bhi deta? Main toh sochti hoon… tumne kisi action movie ke liye audition miss kar diya.”
“Tumhare bagair shayad main yahan hoti hi nahi… toh haan, mere liye toh tum hero ho.”
Ravi sirf ek halki si smile deta hai, lekin uske andar kuch aur hi chal raha tha
Ravi ke dil mein kuch ajeeb sa feel hua. Jaise kahin woh takraana, sir se sar lagna, koi kismet ka ishara tha.
“Kismat ne jo silsila train se shuru kiya tha… uska agla chapter ab school ke is campus mein likha jaane wala tha.
Aur shayad ladki ka aana… Ravi ki kahani ko ek nayi manzil dene wala tha.”
“Kismat ne un dono ko ek baar phir takraya diya.
Par yeh sirf ek takraav nahi tha… yeh kahani ki ek nayi shuruaat thi.
Aur shayad… ek aisa rishta jisme dosti, raaz aur ek ajeeb si kashish saath-saath chalne wale the.”
Amit aur Kabir peechhe khade hansi dabaate hain.
Kabir
(slowly Amit ko):
“Bhai… lagta hai story ka angle shuru ho gaya.”
Amit (seriously):
“Bas karo Kabir… ladki ko ghoorne ke bajaye introduce karo aur pehle ye batao ki ye train wala mamla kya hai.”
Kabir aur Amit ek dusre ki taraf aankh maarte hain.
FLASHBACK – QUICK GLIMPSE
Train ka andhera compartment.
Teen ladke ek ladki ko gherte hain.
Ravi unhe ladte hue peechhe fekta hai.
Passengers clap karte hain.
Aur ek ladki, aankhon mein aansu lekar, Ravi se sirf ek lafz kehti hai:
“Shukriya…”
BACK TO PRESENT
Ladki Ravi ke kareeb aati hai, uski aankhon mein dekh kar do pal chup rehti hai, phir halka sa haath aage badhaati hai—thoda hesitation ke saath softly kehti hai—
“Waise… main Sia … Sia Sharma. Aur tumhare debt mein hoon. Tumne meri zindagi bachayi thi. Aur aaj phir se meri book uthayi.”
“Tumhe dekh kar lagta hai… kuch log milne ke liye kismet ko bhi do baar plan banana padta hai.”
Ravi chup rehta hai, bas halki si nazar uske chehre pe.
Uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa connection tha.
Ravi haath milata hai, par feel karta hai ki uski grip bahut hi halka aur sharmili hai.
Ravi (soft tone, zyada formal):
Main Ravi Mishra , “Achha naam hai. Waise… mujhe laga tha train ke baad hum dobara kabhi nahi milenge.”
Sia thoda ruk kar dheere se kehti hai:
Sia:
“Kabhi-kabhi… kismat chhup kar apne cards khelti hai. Shayad yeh bhi usi ka ek card ho.”
Ravi uski baat sun kar thoda hairan hota hai. Uske words me ek ajeeb sa philosophical depth thi, jo uske age ke hisaab se unusual lag rahi thi.
Sia:
“Ab toh tum mujhe avoid kar hi nahi sakte. Tum meri life ke do bade incident mein entry maar chuke ho aur mein tumh…...choro Ab dekhte hain agla coincidence kab hota hai…”
Ravi bas uske lafzon mein kho sa jaata hai.
Aur uske dil mein ek sawaal gunjta hai—
“Kya Sia sirf ek coincidence hai… ya kismat ki likhi hui kahani?”
Ravi (smile dabaate hue):
“Bas ek coincidence tha. Waise bhi… tumhari kitaab heavy thi, sambhalna mushkil tha.”
Sia hans deti hai. Uski hansi mein ek ajeeb si warmth thi jo Ravi ke dil ko chu jati hai.
Sia:
“Accha Ravi ji… waise ek baat bolun? Mujhe laga tha tumhe dobara kabhi nahi dekh paungi. Aur dekho… duniya kitni chhoti hai. Same school, same class.”
Ravi:
“Shayad kismet chhoti nahi… cycle hai... wapas aa hi jaata hai.”
Kabir (naughtiness ke saath):
“Bhai sahab dialogue maar raha hai. Abhi first day hai aur poetry shuru.”
Sab hans padte hain.
Sia (kabir ki taraf, hasi rok kar):
“Arre, tum dono us raat ke hero ka mazaak uda rahe ho? Tumhe pata hai agar yeh na hote toh main… (ruk jaati hai, phir muskaan kehti hai) chhodo… point yeh hai ki yeh insaan asli hero hai.”
Ravi thoda uncomfortable hota hai.
Ravi (calm voice):
“Maine bas wahi kiya jo us waqt zaroori tha. Tumne mujhe ‘hero’ bol diya toh kal ko koi aur bhi expect karega ki main har jagah fight karun. Waise bhi… filmon mein hi sab heroic hota hai.”
Sia (serious yet soft):
“Nahi Ravi… real hero wahi hota hai jo galat ke samne khada ho jaaye. Tumne woh kiya. Aur mujhe lagta hai… tum waise insaan ho jo hamesha stand loge.”
Kabir Ravi ki taraf dekhkar sir hilaata hai jaise keh raha ho — “Dekha, main pehle hi keh raha tha, tu kuch alag hai.”
Amit (cheekhte hue):
“Arre, ab bas bhi karo! Humein bhi introduce karao ya private hi rakhoge?”
Sia (sweet tone):
“Ohh sorry! Aap log bhi same class mein ho na? Chalo dosti pakki.”
Dono dost bhi apna naam batate hain.
Kabir to turant taana maar deta hai:
Kabir:
“Lagta hai humari gang mein ab ek aur member jud gaya… aur wo bhi Ravi ke ‘special rescue mission’ ke baad.”
Sia thoda sharma jaati hai. Ravi aankhon se bachne lagta hai.
Kabir phir se bol padta hai:
Kabir:
“Waise Sia ji, ek warning. Yeh Ravi thoda chup rehta hai, serious type ka. Tumhe lagta hai simple hai, par iske andar bhi kuch raaz chhupe hain.”
Ravi kabir ko aankh dikhata hai.
Sia (curious tone, thoda tease karte hue):
“Raaz? Kaise raaz?”
Ravi (slightly mysterious smile):
“Raaz raaz hi ache lagte hain. Agar sab kuch khul jaaye toh phir suspense ka maza kahan?”
Ek pal ke liye dono ki aankhon mein aankhon milti hai.
Phir Sia hans padti hai aur kehti hai—
Sia:
“Fine… suspense hi sahi. Waise bhi mujhe suspense aur thrill pasand hai. Shayad isi wajah se tum interesting lag rahe ho.”
Kabir turant phat padta hai:
Kabir (dramatic):
“Lo ji! Pehla din aur pehli taareef. Ravi ka romance chapter officially shuru!”
Amit (beech mein):
“ Intro hogaya. Ab chalein? Class ke liye late ho jayenge.”
Sab hansi mein chal padte hain, classroom ki taraf. Ravi us ladki ko ek pal ke liye aur dekhta hai. Woh chup-chap chal rahi thi, jaise words uske andar hi kahin dab gaye ho.
“Sia Sharma—ek aisi ladki jo dikhne mein masoom aur chup si thi… lekin uske khamoshi mein bhi ek kahani chhupi thi. Ravi ko ye khamoshi khinch rahi thi, par usse abhi ye nahi pata tha ki Sia ki aankhon ke peeche ek raaz hai—ek aisa raaz jo unki zindagi ka rukh badal dega.”
CLASSROOM ENTRY
Bell bajti hai. Ravi, Amit, Kabir aur Sia saath-saath classroom ki taraf chalte hain. Pehle din ka excitement har student ke chehre pe likha hua hai.
(Halki dhoop khidkiyon se andar aa rahi hai. Students apni jagah settle ho rahe hain. Tabhi darwaza dheere se khulta hai…)
Darwaze par khadi thi ek ladki—jaise koi aabroo se utar kar zameen par aayi ho. Simple white kurti, blue dupatta, aur ek chhoti si notebook haath mein. Uski brown eyes mein ek gehra samundar tha—khamosh par bahut kuch keh jaane wali. Uske chehre par innocence thi, lekin usi ke saath ek aisa noor… jaise khuda ne fursat se banaya ho.
(Puri class kuch pal ke liye chup ho jaati hai. Sirf uske kadmon ki halki si aahat sunayi deti hai.)
Friend 1 (apne dost se dheere):
"Yaar… nayi admission wali lagti hai. Kitni seedhi-saadhi hai… par dekhne se nazar hi nahi hatt rahi bilkul pari jyesi."
Friend 2:
"Bilkul apsara jaisi… jaise kitab ke panne se nikal kar saamne aa gayi ho."
Lekin sabse zyada affected tha Arjun. Uski aankhon ka noor ek pal mein badal gaya. Jaise zindagi bhar jis khwaab ki tasveer banayi thi… wo ab uske saamne zinda khadi ho
Arjun ki nazar Sia par atak jaati hai. Uski aankhen bas uski aankhon mein kho jaati hain, jaise kahin khoi hui duniya mil gayi ho.
Arjun (dil hi dil mein , halki muskaan ke saath):
"Bas… yehi hai wo… jo meri khwaabon mein aati thi. Mera dil keh raha hai—meri kahani ab shuru hui hai."
Sia dheere se apni jagah tak aati hai. Uska har kadam jaise hawa ko mehka raha ho. Dupatta ka halka jhoolna, baalon ki ek lat uske chehre par girna
Tabhi ek sharp sound—heels ki awaaz corridor se sunai deti hai. Dheere-dheere wo classroom ke darwaze ke paas ruk jaati hai.
Darwaza khulta hai…
Aur class ka Atmosphere ekdum formal ho jaata hai
“Aur phir jaise hawaa ka ek naya jhonka andar aya… pehli baar class ke andar kadam rakhti hai Ms. Meera Kapoor ,charming lady teacher. Early 30s, modern sari, ek confident smile.
MS. MEERA KAPOOR
Age: 26 years
Height: 5’7”
Look: Wheatish-glow skin, silky open hair, stylish saree (subtle yet modern), sharp expressive eyes behind thin spectacles.
Body Language: Confident, graceful, har step mein elegance.
Nature: Charming, modern soch wali, par students ke saath strict aur caring balance karti hai. Ek teacher se zyada ek mentor ka feel.
Jaise hi wo entry karti hai, puri class ekdum silence mein aa jaati hai.
Student 1 (whisper karke):
“Arrey… yeh teacher hai ya heroine? Itni young… itni stylish…”
Student 2 (slowly):
“Lagta hai ab class miss karna mushkil ho jaayega.”
par Ravi peeche se bas calmly dekh raha hai, uski expression neutral hai, jaise wo chehre par toh kuch nahi dikhata, par andar hi andar usne already observe kar liya hai ki Ms. Meera ordinary teacher nahi hai
Ms. Kapoor
(smiling, energetic tone):
“Good morning, students! Welcome to Delhi Higher Secondary School. I am Ms. Meera Kapoor. Main tumhari class teacher hoon. From today, I’ll be teaching you Math.
Lekin… sirf kitaab ka syllabus nahi. Zindagi bhi ek kitaab hai, aur uske lessons aapko khud likhne padte hain
Aaj hum ek doosre ko thoda better samjhenge. Sab apna introduction denge.
Class ab bhi mesmerized hai. Uske words ekdum fresh lagte hain—ek young mentor ki tarah…
“Uski aankhon mein ek alag si shine thi—jaise wo sirf ek teacher nahi… balki iss kahani ke naye mod ki ek important character banne wali thi.”
Ravi diary ke page par ek line likhta hai: “Ek naye chapter ki shuruaat… ek naye teacher ke saath
Fir Ek-ek student apna naam batata hai. Kuch naye chehre Ravi ke group se dosti jod lete hain –
- Jiya Verma – bubbly, full of gossip.
- Rohit Mehra – cricket crazy.
- Priya Singh – shy but intelligent.
Tabhi ek confident voice aati hai. Bench ke corner par baitha ek ladka uthta hai.
Smart blazer, sharp haircut, aankhon mein arrogance.
Tabhi kuch studend gossip karte hai
Arjun Rathor,
Udaipur, Rajasthan se. 16 saal ka. Padhai mein topper, chess champion, aur apne dimaag ke liye mashhoor.
Arjun
(smooth, thoda sarcastic):
“Arjun Rathor. Mujhe introduction ki zarurat nahi… principal aur teachers mujhe pehle se jaante hain. Last year ka all India topper main hi tha.”
Poora class “ooooo” kar deta hai.
Ravi bas chup rehta hai. Lekin uske dil mein ek spark jal chuka hai. Jaise uske saamne ek opponent khud khada ho gaya ho.
Arjun ki nazar Ravi par padti hai. Ek cold smile.
Arjun
(slightly mocking):
“Aur tum? Gaon se aaye ho na? Dekhte hain tum kitna tik paate ho iss class mein.”
Ravi bas shant sa rehta hai, par aankhon mein ek determination jal utha.
Fir RAVI apna introduction deta hai lekin apne naam ke alawa kuch nahi batata hai…
(fir sab Students ek ek karke khade hote hain aur apna intro dete hain. Ab baari aati hai Sia ki.)
Mam:
"Yes, you new girl… please stand up. Introduce yourself."
Sia:
"Good morning… My name is Sia Sharma. I like reading novels… aur kabhi kabhi painting bhi karti hoon."
Character Introduction – Sia Sharma Name: Sia Sharma Age: 15 (School’s new admission, Class 11th) Height: 5’6’’ (Fair-Wheatish, slim and graceful built) Eyes: Deep brown eyes, jo hamesha khamoshi aur ek ajeeb si udaasi ko chhupaye rakhti hain. Jab kabhi muskaan bikhar jaati hai, toh poori duniya ko roshan kar deti hain. Hair: Long, silky black hair, jo aksar khule rehte hain, lekin school mein neatly ponytail ya braid mein bandhe hote hain. Complexion: Fair with a natural blush, jaise zyada makeup ki zarurat hi na ho. Personality / Nature:- Silent & Mysterious: Zyada bolti nahi, lekin uski aankhen hamesha ek raaz ki taraf ishara karti hain.
- Sensitive & Emotional: Chhoti si baat bhi dil par le leti hai, lekin samajhdaar hai — apne emotions ko sabke saamne nahi dikhati.
- Innocent Charm: Uski simplicity hi uska charm hai. Na fashion ka shauk, na dikhawa — par phir bhi wo bheed mein alag nazar aati hai.
- Strong from Within: Jitni simple dikhti hai, utni hi andar se strong hai. Ek incident (train wale scene jahan Ravi ne use bachaya tha) ne uski zindagi ko badal diya hai, aur ab wo apne andar ek hidden strength rakhti hai.
Hobbies / Likes:- Novels padhna (specially mystery aur romantic genres).
- Kabhi kabhi painting karna — apne emotions canvas par utarna pasand karti hai.
- Music sunna, specially old soulful songs.
(Puri class use ekdum dhyaan se sunti hai. Jaise uske ek ek lafz mein sur ho. Uski awaaz classroom ki khamoshi ko aur gehra bana deti hai.)
Arjun (andar hi andar muskurate hue):
"Sia Sharma… naam bhi utna hi khoobsurat hai jitna tumhara chehra. Yeh naam ab mere dil mein hamesha ke liye bas gaya."
"Tere lafzon mein ek nasha hai…
Tere chehre mein ek dua hai…
Aaj samajh gaya main, Sia—
Meri duniya ka noor ‘tu’ hai."
Peeche Ravi apne doston ke saath baitha hota hai. Uski nazar pehle Arjun par padti hai, phir Sia par. Uske chehre par ek half-smile, par aankhon mein ek challenge ki chamak hoti hai.
Ravi (apne dost Amit se dheere):
"Samajh gaya main… Arjun ki aankhon ki chamak ka reason ye ladki hai. Lekin yaad rakh—jo cheez mujhe pasand aa jaaye, wo kisi aur ki kabhi nahi ho sakti."
Aur wahi se shuru hoti hai ek silent-war.
Ek taraf Arjun ka dil Sia ke ek ek lafz mein nikla hua bepanah pyar—chupchaap, bina lafzon ke.
Aur dusri taraf Ravi ki aankhon mein ek possessive challenge jal raha tha—jo kisi ko bhi barbad kar sakta tha.
Aur beech mein khadi thi Sia—ek masoom, khamosh ladki… jo apne raazon ke bojh ke saath ab do dilon ki kahani ka markaz banne wali thi.
“Dosti, pyaar aur rivalry ke beech… Ravi ka raasta ab sirf ek school life tak seemit nahi raha. Har dost ek rahasya hai, har dushman ek paheli… aur kahani abhi shuru hui hai.”
CANTEEN – LUNCH BREAK [Canteen – Clash]
Canteen mein students ka shor, tray ke girne ki awaaz, aur samose–chai ki khushboo hawa mein ghoom rahi thi. Ravi, Amit aur Kabir ek corner table pe baithe the. Kabir plate mein se samosa uthate hi chillaya:
Kabir (masti mein):
“Bhai… hostel ki roti bhool jao, yeh canteen ke samose duniya ke best hain!”
Amit (glasses adjust karte hue):
“Tu bas khane pe hi research karta hai. Kabhi syllabus pe bhi kar le.”
Ravi (muskurate hue, confident tone mein):
“Arey… uski research ki tension mat lo. Yeh jo canteen hai na… yeh asli battlefield hai.
Yahaan dosti bhi hoti hai… aur dushmani bhi.”
(Amit aur Kabir hansi mein uda dete hain, par Ravi ki aankhen kahin aur lagi hain—canteen ke entrance par.)
Door se andar aati hai Sia Sharma. Simple dress, duppatta neatly fold kiya hua, tray mein ek cup chai aur sandwich. Uska chehra chup sa, lekin uski presence ne canteen ke shor ko kuch pal ke liye thoda halka kar diya.
Uske peeche… Arjun Rathore bhi aata hai—ekdum confident walk, ek group ke saath.
Sia casually ek table ke paas baith jaati hai.
Kabir (Ravi ko tease karte hue):
“Bhai… tu dekh raha hai? Lagta hai kisi ko canteen ka samosa nahi… Sia Sharma zyada pasand aa gayi hai.”
Amit (slow tone mein):
“Careful, Ravi… Arjun bhi wahi dekh raha hai.”
Aur waqai… Arjun ki nazar Sia par hi thi. Usne apni tray table pe rakhi aur directly uski taraf chal diya.
Ravi apne seat se uthta hai—jaise dono ka ek hi destination ho.
Ravi aur Arjun ek hi waqt pe Sia ki table ke paas rukte hain. Sia halka sa confuse ho jaati hai.
Arjun (soft tone, confident smile):
“Sia… agar tumhe bura na lage toh… tum humein join kar sakti ho. Friends ke beech akele rehna theek nahi lagta.”
Ravi (polite but firm):
“Actually Arjun… mujhe lagta hai Sia jahan comfortable ho, wahi baithna chahiye.
Aur mujhe nahi lagta tumhe uski taraf se decide karne ki zarurat hai.”
Sia dono ke beech dekh kar thoda awkward feel karti hai. Usne bas ek halka sa smile diya—jaise woh abhi kisi ke favour mein nahi bolna chahti.
Arjun (thoda possessive tone, aankhon mein challenge):
“Tum sahi kehte ho, Ravi… decision Sia ka hoga.
Lekin yaad rakhna… kuch log sirf door se dekhte rehte hain,
Aur kuch log… haath badha ke apna bana lete hain.”
Ravi (slight smirk, aankhon mein shatirpan):
“Hmm… lekin kuch logon ko samajhna chahiye… ki har cheez paisa ya power se nahi milti.
Kuch cheezein… bas dil se milti hain.”
Canteen ka shor ek pal ke liye dono ke beech ke tension mein dab gaya. Sia ne ek sip chai ka liya aur aankhen jhuka li. Uske dil mein ek ajeeb si ghabrahat thi.
Aur usi waqt Ravi aur Arjun ki aankhen takra gayi—bina shabd bole ek silent challenge tha.
"Ek ladki… do raaste.
Ek raasta dil se nikle pyar ka… aur doosra ego se bhari possessiveness ka.
Lekin Sia ke raaz abhi khule nahi… aur in dono ka takraav us raaz ko aur gehra banane wala hai."
Hostel Night Fun
[ Boys’ Hostel – Night | 10:45 PM]
(Hostel ka corridor halke peele bulb ki roshni mein chamak raha hai. Door ke peeche kahin se hansi ki awaaz, kahin se books girne ki… ek typical hostel night ka mahaul.)
[Ravi’s Room – Inside]
Kabir bed ke upar ulta latak kar push-ups kar raha hai (apne andaaz mein nautanki). Amit laptop par game khel raha hai, lekin har baar haar jaata hai aur gussa karta hai.
Amit (frustrated tone):
“Arre yaar! Yeh game cheating karta hai. Mujhe toh lagta hai developer ko chithhi likhni chahiye!”
Kabir (teasing):
“Developer ko nahi… tujhe apni aankhon ko chashma double power dena chahiye. Tab jaake kuch jeetega!”
Fir Amit gusse mein Kabir ko mouse fek ke maarta hai lekin ussi waqt Kabir side ho kar Amit ka Chasma Kheench liye…
(Ravi muskurata hai, books side mein rakhta hai.)
Ravi (calm tone):
“Tum dono din bhar ladte ho… hostel warden tumhari shikayat lekar aa jaayenge ek din.”
Kabir (drama tone mein):
“Arre bhai, hostel life ka asli maza hi ye hai—shor sharaba! Agar bas padhai karni hoti, toh ghar par baith jaate.”
Prank Time
Kabir ke dimaag mein ek shaitani idea aata hai.
Kabir (whispering to Amit):
“Sun… room no. 108 mein jo naya ladka aaya hai na… use chipkali se bada darr lagta hai. Chal, operation Chipkali Attack shuru karte hain!”
(Amit pehle toh mana karta hai, par phir hans ke haan bolta hai.)
Dono ek plastic wali chipkali leke us ladke ke door pe chipka dete hain.
Roommate 108 (dar ke maare cheekhta hai):
“Bachaoooo! Yeh chipkali zinda hai!!”
Pura corridor hansi se ghoonj uthta hai. Ladke beds se gir gir ke haste hain.
Kabir (nautanki style):
“Beta… yeh toh hostel ka wildlife welcoming committee hai. Chipkali free mein milegi, magar rehna hoga tumhare saath!”
Sabhi students ke faces pe smile aa gayi. Hostel ki thakan, naye sheher ka pressure—sab kuch bhool gaye.
Amit bhi pehli baar thoda loud laughter karta hai. Ravi chup sa baithe dekh raha hai, par uske dil mein halka sa sukoon tha.
Ravi (dheere se, khidki ke bahar dekhte hue):
“Yeh hostel… yeh dosti… shayad iss safar ko thoda aasaan bana de.
Lekin mujhe lagta hai… asli imtihaan abhi shuru bhi nahi hua.”
“Raat ke shor sharabe mein dosti aur hansi chhupi thi…
Par ek anjaani nazar, hostel ki deewaron ke paar, sab kuch observe kar rahi thi.”
Hostel Night Surveillance
[Boys’ Hostel – Rooftop / Corridor | Raat ke 12 baje]
(Hansi–mazak ke baad hostel thoda shaant ho gaya hai. Corridor mein sirf tube-light ka dhundhla sa glow hai. Door band, sab apne apne rooms mein hain.)
Sabko laga masti khatam… lekin asli khamoshi mein kahin na kahin kuch awaz zaroor hoti hai. Aur aaj raat, ek anjaani nazar hostel ke andar ghus aayi thi.
Ek shadow hostel ke gate ke bahar khadi hai. Uske haath mein ek purani diary jaisi cheez hai. Uski aankhen seedha Ravi ke room ki taraf tikki hain.
(Ravi khidki ke paas betha hai, diary likh raha hai. Uski aankhen thodi udaas aur soch mein doobi hui.)
Ravi (apne diary mein likhte hue):
“Sabko lagta hai main sirf ek student hoon… par jo kahani main chhupaye baitha hoon, wo kisi ke samajh se bahar hai. Shayad kal… sab kuch badal jaaye.”
(Usi waqt, bahar khidki ke paas ek halki si reflection dikhai deti hai. Ravi kuch mehsoos karta hai, jaise koi dekh raha ho.)
Ravi (andar hi andar):
“Yeh feeling mujhe pehle bhi hua hai… jaise koi hamesha mere aas paas hota hai.
Kaun hai? Aur kyun…?”
[Hostel Gate ke paas]
(Woh unknown shadow diary kholta hai, jismein Ravi ki childhood photos chipki hoti hain. Ek purani tasveer gir jaati hai – Ravi ke saath ek chhoti ladki ki. Us shadow ka haath kaapta hai.)
Unknown Person (halki awaaz mein):
“Ravi… tumhe lagta hai tum apne past se bach gaye? Nahi… ab waqt aa gaya hai tumhe yaad dilane ka.”
Fir shadow hostel ke andheron mein gayab ho jaata hai
“Raat ki diary mein likha har lafz, ek aise raaz ki taraf le ja raha tha… jo Ravi aur Sia ke beech ki kahani ko hamesha ke liye badal dega.”
SUSPENSE…..
Kya Sia aur Ravi ka takrana sirf coincidence hai… ya kismat ka plan?
Sia ki khamosh aankhon ke peeche kaunsa raaz chhupa hai?
Ravi ke past se judi woh chhoti ladki kaun hai jo diary mein chipki hai?
Arjun aur Ravi ki rivalry sirf Sia ke liye hai… ya uske peeche aur bhi koi wajah hai?
Hostel ke bahar jo shadow Ravi ko dekh raha tha… woh dost hai ya dushman?
Aur Ms. Meera Kapoor—sirf ek young teacher hai… ya is kahani ke bade raaz ki chaabi?
“Jo ab tak ek shuruaat lag rahi hai… shayad wahi sabse bada imtihaan ho. Raaz khulenge, rishte badlenge—bas kahani se jude rahiye.”
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Shandaar update and awesome storyUPDATE 5 : CLASH
EXT. DELHI HIGHER SECONDARY SCHOOL – CAMPUS LAWN – DAY
Ferrari brothers ke shor-sharabe ke baad Ravi, Amit aur Kabir abhi bhi us bheed se nikal kar chal rahe the.
Tabhi Ravi ek ladki se takra jaata hai.Uski haaton se Books gir jaati hain.
Ravi jhuk kar books uthata hai. Jaise hi woh uthake book us ladki ko deta hai, dono ka sar halkasa takra jaata hai.
Dono ruk jaate hain.
Ravi abhi bhi us takraane wale moment ke khayal mein khoya tha.
Dono ek dusre ko pehchaan kar ruk jaate hain.
Ladki pal bhar ke liye Ravi ki taraf dekhti hai—uski badi brown aankhon mein ek ajeeb si gehraayi thi. Jaise anek baatein chupakar baithi ho.
Ladki
(muskaan ke saath, aankhon mein pehchaan ki chamak):
“Toh… tum wahi ho , train wale hero…?”
Awaaz bahut dheemi thi, par uske shabdon mein ek narmi aur ek shukriya chhupa tha.
Kabir turant hansi dabaata hai.
Kabir (teasing) :
“Arre waah, pehle din hi Ravi ka naam famous. Train wale hero ki pehchaan bhi ban gayi!”
“Oye Ravi, lagta hai tera naam abhi se phail gaya hai — train wala hero!”
Ladki bas halka sa muskaraati hai, par kuch kehti nahi. Ravi uski kitaabe haath mein deta hai…
Ravi
(thoda awkward, aankhon se bachate hue, halki hansi ke saath):
“Hero mat kaho… bas ek insaan jo uss waqt wahan tha.”
Ladki
(chehre pe pyaari si shararat):
“Achha? Sab karte? Tumhari tarah ek akela teen ko gher kar maar bhi deta? Main toh sochti hoon… tumne kisi action movie ke liye audition miss kar diya.”
“Tumhare bagair shayad main yahan hoti hi nahi… toh haan, mere liye toh tum hero ho.”
Ravi sirf ek halki si smile deta hai, lekin uske andar kuch aur hi chal raha tha
Ravi ke dil mein kuch ajeeb sa feel hua. Jaise kahin woh takraana, sir se sar lagna, koi kismet ka ishara tha.
“Kismat ne jo silsila train se shuru kiya tha… uska agla chapter ab school ke is campus mein likha jaane wala tha.
Aur shayad ladki ka aana… Ravi ki kahani ko ek nayi manzil dene wala tha.”
“Kismat ne un dono ko ek baar phir takraya diya.
Par yeh sirf ek takraav nahi tha… yeh kahani ki ek nayi shuruaat thi.
Aur shayad… ek aisa rishta jisme dosti, raaz aur ek ajeeb si kashish saath-saath chalne wale the.”
Amit aur Kabir peechhe khade hansi dabaate hain.
Kabir
(slowly Amit ko):
“Bhai… lagta hai story ka angle shuru ho gaya.”
Amit (seriously):
“Bas karo Kabir… ladki ko ghoorne ke bajaye introduce karo aur pehle ye batao ki ye train wala mamla kya hai.”
Kabir aur Amit ek dusre ki taraf aankh maarte hain.
FLASHBACK – QUICK GLIMPSE
Train ka andhera compartment.
Teen ladke ek ladki ko gherte hain.
Ravi unhe ladte hue peechhe fekta hai.
Passengers clap karte hain.
Aur ek ladki, aankhon mein aansu lekar, Ravi se sirf ek lafz kehti hai:
“Shukriya…”
BACK TO PRESENT
Ladki Ravi ke kareeb aati hai, uski aankhon mein dekh kar do pal chup rehti hai, phir halka sa haath aage badhaati hai—thoda hesitation ke saath softly kehti hai—
“Waise… main Sia … Sia Sharma. Aur tumhare debt mein hoon. Tumne meri zindagi bachayi thi. Aur aaj phir se meri book uthayi.”
“Tumhe dekh kar lagta hai… kuch log milne ke liye kismet ko bhi do baar plan banana padta hai.”
Ravi chup rehta hai, bas halki si nazar uske chehre pe.
Uski aankhon mein ek ajeeb sa connection tha.
Ravi haath milata hai, par feel karta hai ki uski grip bahut hi halka aur sharmili hai.
Ravi (soft tone, zyada formal):
Main Ravi Mishra , “Achha naam hai. Waise… mujhe laga tha train ke baad hum dobara kabhi nahi milenge.”
Sia thoda ruk kar dheere se kehti hai:
Sia:
“Kabhi-kabhi… kismat chhup kar apne cards khelti hai. Shayad yeh bhi usi ka ek card ho.”
Ravi uski baat sun kar thoda hairan hota hai. Uske words me ek ajeeb sa philosophical depth thi, jo uske age ke hisaab se unusual lag rahi thi.
Sia:
“Ab toh tum mujhe avoid kar hi nahi sakte. Tum meri life ke do bade incident mein entry maar chuke ho aur mein tumh…...choro Ab dekhte hain agla coincidence kab hota hai…”
Ravi bas uske lafzon mein kho sa jaata hai.
Aur uske dil mein ek sawaal gunjta hai—
“Kya Sia sirf ek coincidence hai… ya kismat ki likhi hui kahani?”
Ravi (smile dabaate hue):
“Bas ek coincidence tha. Waise bhi… tumhari kitaab heavy thi, sambhalna mushkil tha.”
Sia hans deti hai. Uski hansi mein ek ajeeb si warmth thi jo Ravi ke dil ko chu jati hai.
Sia:
“Accha Ravi ji… waise ek baat bolun? Mujhe laga tha tumhe dobara kabhi nahi dekh paungi. Aur dekho… duniya kitni chhoti hai. Same school, same class.”
Ravi:
“Shayad kismet chhoti nahi… cycle hai... wapas aa hi jaata hai.”
Kabir (naughtiness ke saath):
“Bhai sahab dialogue maar raha hai. Abhi first day hai aur poetry shuru.”
Sab hans padte hain.
Sia (kabir ki taraf, hasi rok kar):
“Arre, tum dono us raat ke hero ka mazaak uda rahe ho? Tumhe pata hai agar yeh na hote toh main… (ruk jaati hai, phir muskaan kehti hai) chhodo… point yeh hai ki yeh insaan asli hero hai.”
Ravi thoda uncomfortable hota hai.
Ravi (calm voice):
“Maine bas wahi kiya jo us waqt zaroori tha. Tumne mujhe ‘hero’ bol diya toh kal ko koi aur bhi expect karega ki main har jagah fight karun. Waise bhi… filmon mein hi sab heroic hota hai.”
Sia (serious yet soft):
“Nahi Ravi… real hero wahi hota hai jo galat ke samne khada ho jaaye. Tumne woh kiya. Aur mujhe lagta hai… tum waise insaan ho jo hamesha stand loge.”
Kabir Ravi ki taraf dekhkar sir hilaata hai jaise keh raha ho — “Dekha, main pehle hi keh raha tha, tu kuch alag hai.”
Amit (cheekhte hue):
“Arre, ab bas bhi karo! Humein bhi introduce karao ya private hi rakhoge?”
Sia (sweet tone):
“Ohh sorry! Aap log bhi same class mein ho na? Chalo dosti pakki.”
Dono dost bhi apna naam batate hain.
Kabir to turant taana maar deta hai:
Kabir:
“Lagta hai humari gang mein ab ek aur member jud gaya… aur wo bhi Ravi ke ‘special rescue mission’ ke baad.”
Sia thoda sharma jaati hai. Ravi aankhon se bachne lagta hai.
Kabir phir se bol padta hai:
Kabir:
“Waise Sia ji, ek warning. Yeh Ravi thoda chup rehta hai, serious type ka. Tumhe lagta hai simple hai, par iske andar bhi kuch raaz chhupe hain.”
Ravi kabir ko aankh dikhata hai.
Sia (curious tone, thoda tease karte hue):
“Raaz? Kaise raaz?”
Ravi (slightly mysterious smile):
“Raaz raaz hi ache lagte hain. Agar sab kuch khul jaaye toh phir suspense ka maza kahan?”
Ek pal ke liye dono ki aankhon mein aankhon milti hai.
Phir Sia hans padti hai aur kehti hai—
Sia:
“Fine… suspense hi sahi. Waise bhi mujhe suspense aur thrill pasand hai. Shayad isi wajah se tum interesting lag rahe ho.”
Kabir turant phat padta hai:
Kabir (dramatic):
“Lo ji! Pehla din aur pehli taareef. Ravi ka romance chapter officially shuru!”
Amit (beech mein):
“ Intro hogaya. Ab chalein? Class ke liye late ho jayenge.”
Sab hansi mein chal padte hain, classroom ki taraf. Ravi us ladki ko ek pal ke liye aur dekhta hai. Woh chup-chap chal rahi thi, jaise words uske andar hi kahin dab gaye ho.
“Sia Sharma—ek aisi ladki jo dikhne mein masoom aur chup si thi… lekin uske khamoshi mein bhi ek kahani chhupi thi. Ravi ko ye khamoshi khinch rahi thi, par usse abhi ye nahi pata tha ki Sia ki aankhon ke peeche ek raaz hai—ek aisa raaz jo unki zindagi ka rukh badal dega.”
CLASSROOM ENTRY
Bell bajti hai. Ravi, Amit, Kabir aur Sia saath-saath classroom ki taraf chalte hain. Pehle din ka excitement har student ke chehre pe likha hua hai.
(Halki dhoop khidkiyon se andar aa rahi hai. Students apni jagah settle ho rahe hain. Tabhi darwaza dheere se khulta hai…)
Darwaze par khadi thi ek ladki—jaise koi aabroo se utar kar zameen par aayi ho. Simple white kurti, blue dupatta, aur ek chhoti si notebook haath mein. Uski brown eyes mein ek gehra samundar tha—khamosh par bahut kuch keh jaane wali. Uske chehre par innocence thi, lekin usi ke saath ek aisa noor… jaise khuda ne fursat se banaya ho.
(Puri class kuch pal ke liye chup ho jaati hai. Sirf uske kadmon ki halki si aahat sunayi deti hai.)
Friend 1 (apne dost se dheere):
"Yaar… nayi admission wali lagti hai. Kitni seedhi-saadhi hai… par dekhne se nazar hi nahi hatt rahi bilkul pari jyesi."
Friend 2:
"Bilkul apsara jaisi… jaise kitab ke panne se nikal kar saamne aa gayi ho."
Lekin sabse zyada affected tha Arjun. Uski aankhon ka noor ek pal mein badal gaya. Jaise zindagi bhar jis khwaab ki tasveer banayi thi… wo ab uske saamne zinda khadi ho
Arjun ki nazar Sia par atak jaati hai. Uski aankhen bas uski aankhon mein kho jaati hain, jaise kahin khoi hui duniya mil gayi ho.
Arjun (dil hi dil mein , halki muskaan ke saath):
"Bas… yehi hai wo… jo meri khwaabon mein aati thi. Mera dil keh raha hai—meri kahani ab shuru hui hai."
Sia dheere se apni jagah tak aati hai. Uska har kadam jaise hawa ko mehka raha ho. Dupatta ka halka jhoolna, baalon ki ek lat uske chehre par girna
Tabhi ek sharp sound—heels ki awaaz corridor se sunai deti hai. Dheere-dheere wo classroom ke darwaze ke paas ruk jaati hai.
Darwaza khulta hai…
Aur class ka Atmosphere ekdum formal ho jaata hai
“Aur phir jaise hawaa ka ek naya jhonka andar aya… pehli baar class ke andar kadam rakhti hai Ms. Meera Kapoor ,charming lady teacher. Early 30s, modern sari, ek confident smile.
MS. MEERA KAPOOR
Age: 26 years
Height: 5’7”
Look: Wheatish-glow skin, silky open hair, stylish saree (subtle yet modern), sharp expressive eyes behind thin spectacles.
Body Language: Confident, graceful, har step mein elegance.
Nature: Charming, modern soch wali, par students ke saath strict aur caring balance karti hai. Ek teacher se zyada ek mentor ka feel.
Jaise hi wo entry karti hai, puri class ekdum silence mein aa jaati hai.
Student 1 (whisper karke):
“Arrey… yeh teacher hai ya heroine? Itni young… itni stylish…”
Student 2 (slowly):
“Lagta hai ab class miss karna mushkil ho jaayega.”
par Ravi peeche se bas calmly dekh raha hai, uski expression neutral hai, jaise wo chehre par toh kuch nahi dikhata, par andar hi andar usne already observe kar liya hai ki Ms. Meera ordinary teacher nahi hai
Ms. Kapoor
(smiling, energetic tone):
“Good morning, students! Welcome to Delhi Higher Secondary School. I am Ms. Meera Kapoor. Main tumhari class teacher hoon. From today, I’ll be teaching you Math.
Lekin… sirf kitaab ka syllabus nahi. Zindagi bhi ek kitaab hai, aur uske lessons aapko khud likhne padte hain
Aaj hum ek doosre ko thoda better samjhenge. Sab apna introduction denge.
Class ab bhi mesmerized hai. Uske words ekdum fresh lagte hain—ek young mentor ki tarah…
“Uski aankhon mein ek alag si shine thi—jaise wo sirf ek teacher nahi… balki iss kahani ke naye mod ki ek important character banne wali thi.”
Ravi diary ke page par ek line likhta hai: “Ek naye chapter ki shuruaat… ek naye teacher ke saath
Fir Ek-ek student apna naam batata hai. Kuch naye chehre Ravi ke group se dosti jod lete hain –
Sab group hansi-mazaak mein dosti kar lete hain.
- Jiya Verma – bubbly, full of gossip.
- Rohit Mehra – cricket crazy.
- Priya Singh – shy but intelligent.
Tabhi ek confident voice aati hai. Bench ke corner par baitha ek ladka uthta hai.
Smart blazer, sharp haircut, aankhon mein arrogance.
Tabhi kuch studend gossip karte hai
Arjun Rathor,
Udaipur, Rajasthan se. 16 saal ka. Padhai mein topper, chess champion, aur apne dimaag ke liye mashhoor.
Arjun
(smooth, thoda sarcastic):
“Arjun Rathor. Mujhe introduction ki zarurat nahi… principal aur teachers mujhe pehle se jaante hain. Last year ka all India topper main hi tha.”
Poora class “ooooo” kar deta hai.
Ravi bas chup rehta hai. Lekin uske dil mein ek spark jal chuka hai. Jaise uske saamne ek opponent khud khada ho gaya ho.
Arjun ki nazar Ravi par padti hai. Ek cold smile.
Arjun
(slightly mocking):
“Aur tum? Gaon se aaye ho na? Dekhte hain tum kitna tik paate ho iss class mein.”
Ravi bas shant sa rehta hai, par aankhon mein ek determination jal utha.
Fir RAVI apna introduction deta hai lekin apne naam ke alawa kuch nahi batata hai…
(fir sab Students ek ek karke khade hote hain aur apna intro dete hain. Ab baari aati hai Sia ki.)
Mam:
"Yes, you new girl… please stand up. Introduce yourself."
Sia:
"Good morning… My name is Sia Sharma. I like reading novels… aur kabhi kabhi painting bhi karti hoon."
- Silent & Mysterious: Zyada bolti nahi, lekin uski aankhen hamesha ek raaz ki taraf ishara karti hain.
- Sensitive & Emotional: Chhoti si baat bhi dil par le leti hai, lekin samajhdaar hai — apne emotions ko sabke saamne nahi dikhati.
- Innocent Charm: Uski simplicity hi uska charm hai. Na fashion ka shauk, na dikhawa — par phir bhi wo bheed mein alag nazar aati hai.
- Strong from Within: Jitni simple dikhti hai, utni hi andar se strong hai. Ek incident (train wale scene jahan Ravi ne use bachaya tha) ne uski zindagi ko badal diya hai, aur ab wo apne andar ek hidden strength rakhti hai.
- Novels padhna (specially mystery aur romantic genres).
- Kabhi kabhi painting karna — apne emotions canvas par utarna pasand karti hai.
- Music sunna, specially old soulful songs.
(Puri class use ekdum dhyaan se sunti hai. Jaise uske ek ek lafz mein sur ho. Uski awaaz classroom ki khamoshi ko aur gehra bana deti hai.)
Arjun (andar hi andar muskurate hue):
"Sia Sharma… naam bhi utna hi khoobsurat hai jitna tumhara chehra. Yeh naam ab mere dil mein hamesha ke liye bas gaya."
"Tere lafzon mein ek nasha hai…
Tere chehre mein ek dua hai…
Aaj samajh gaya main, Sia—
Meri duniya ka noor ‘tu’ hai."
Peeche Ravi apne doston ke saath baitha hota hai. Uski nazar pehle Arjun par padti hai, phir Sia par. Uske chehre par ek half-smile, par aankhon mein ek challenge ki chamak hoti hai.
Ravi (apne dost Amit se dheere):
"Samajh gaya main… Arjun ki aankhon ki chamak ka reason ye ladki hai. Lekin yaad rakh—jo cheez mujhe pasand aa jaaye, wo kisi aur ki kabhi nahi ho sakti."
Aur wahi se shuru hoti hai ek silent-war.
Ek taraf Arjun ka dil Sia ke ek ek lafz mein nikla hua bepanah pyar—chupchaap, bina lafzon ke.
Aur dusri taraf Ravi ki aankhon mein ek possessive challenge jal raha tha—jo kisi ko bhi barbad kar sakta tha.
Aur beech mein khadi thi Sia—ek masoom, khamosh ladki… jo apne raazon ke bojh ke saath ab do dilon ki kahani ka markaz banne wali thi.
“Dosti, pyaar aur rivalry ke beech… Ravi ka raasta ab sirf ek school life tak seemit nahi raha. Har dost ek rahasya hai, har dushman ek paheli… aur kahani abhi shuru hui hai.”
CANTEEN – LUNCH BREAK [Canteen – Clash]
Canteen mein students ka shor, tray ke girne ki awaaz, aur samose–chai ki khushboo hawa mein ghoom rahi thi. Ravi, Amit aur Kabir ek corner table pe baithe the. Kabir plate mein se samosa uthate hi chillaya:
Kabir (masti mein):
“Bhai… hostel ki roti bhool jao, yeh canteen ke samose duniya ke best hain!”
Amit (glasses adjust karte hue):
“Tu bas khane pe hi research karta hai. Kabhi syllabus pe bhi kar le.”
Ravi (muskurate hue, confident tone mein):
“Arey… uski research ki tension mat lo. Yeh jo canteen hai na… yeh asli battlefield hai.
Yahaan dosti bhi hoti hai… aur dushmani bhi.”
(Amit aur Kabir hansi mein uda dete hain, par Ravi ki aankhen kahin aur lagi hain—canteen ke entrance par.)
Door se andar aati hai Sia Sharma. Simple dress, duppatta neatly fold kiya hua, tray mein ek cup chai aur sandwich. Uska chehra chup sa, lekin uski presence ne canteen ke shor ko kuch pal ke liye thoda halka kar diya.
Uske peeche… Arjun Rathore bhi aata hai—ekdum confident walk, ek group ke saath.
Sia casually ek table ke paas baith jaati hai.
Kabir (Ravi ko tease karte hue):
“Bhai… tu dekh raha hai? Lagta hai kisi ko canteen ka samosa nahi… Sia Sharma zyada pasand aa gayi hai.”
Amit (slow tone mein):
“Careful, Ravi… Arjun bhi wahi dekh raha hai.”
Aur waqai… Arjun ki nazar Sia par hi thi. Usne apni tray table pe rakhi aur directly uski taraf chal diya.
Ravi apne seat se uthta hai—jaise dono ka ek hi destination ho.
Ravi aur Arjun ek hi waqt pe Sia ki table ke paas rukte hain. Sia halka sa confuse ho jaati hai.
Arjun (soft tone, confident smile):
“Sia… agar tumhe bura na lage toh… tum humein join kar sakti ho. Friends ke beech akele rehna theek nahi lagta.”
Ravi (polite but firm):
“Actually Arjun… mujhe lagta hai Sia jahan comfortable ho, wahi baithna chahiye.
Aur mujhe nahi lagta tumhe uski taraf se decide karne ki zarurat hai.”
Sia dono ke beech dekh kar thoda awkward feel karti hai. Usne bas ek halka sa smile diya—jaise woh abhi kisi ke favour mein nahi bolna chahti.
Arjun (thoda possessive tone, aankhon mein challenge):
“Tum sahi kehte ho, Ravi… decision Sia ka hoga.
Lekin yaad rakhna… kuch log sirf door se dekhte rehte hain,
Aur kuch log… haath badha ke apna bana lete hain.”
Ravi (slight smirk, aankhon mein shatirpan):
“Hmm… lekin kuch logon ko samajhna chahiye… ki har cheez paisa ya power se nahi milti.
Kuch cheezein… bas dil se milti hain.”
Canteen ka shor ek pal ke liye dono ke beech ke tension mein dab gaya. Sia ne ek sip chai ka liya aur aankhen jhuka li. Uske dil mein ek ajeeb si ghabrahat thi.
Aur usi waqt Ravi aur Arjun ki aankhen takra gayi—bina shabd bole ek silent challenge tha.
"Ek ladki… do raaste.
Ek raasta dil se nikle pyar ka… aur doosra ego se bhari possessiveness ka.
Lekin Sia ke raaz abhi khule nahi… aur in dono ka takraav us raaz ko aur gehra banane wala hai."
Hostel Night Fun
[ Boys’ Hostel – Night | 10:45 PM]
(Hostel ka corridor halke peele bulb ki roshni mein chamak raha hai. Door ke peeche kahin se hansi ki awaaz, kahin se books girne ki… ek typical hostel night ka mahaul.)
[Ravi’s Room – Inside]
Kabir bed ke upar ulta latak kar push-ups kar raha hai (apne andaaz mein nautanki). Amit laptop par game khel raha hai, lekin har baar haar jaata hai aur gussa karta hai.
Amit (frustrated tone):
“Arre yaar! Yeh game cheating karta hai. Mujhe toh lagta hai developer ko chithhi likhni chahiye!”
Kabir (teasing):
“Developer ko nahi… tujhe apni aankhon ko chashma double power dena chahiye. Tab jaake kuch jeetega!”
Fir Amit gusse mein Kabir ko mouse fek ke maarta hai lekin ussi waqt Kabir side ho kar Amit ka Chasma Kheench liye…
(Ravi muskurata hai, books side mein rakhta hai.)
Ravi (calm tone):
“Tum dono din bhar ladte ho… hostel warden tumhari shikayat lekar aa jaayenge ek din.”
Kabir (drama tone mein):
“Arre bhai, hostel life ka asli maza hi ye hai—shor sharaba! Agar bas padhai karni hoti, toh ghar par baith jaate.”
Prank Time
Kabir ke dimaag mein ek shaitani idea aata hai.
Kabir (whispering to Amit):
“Sun… room no. 108 mein jo naya ladka aaya hai na… use chipkali se bada darr lagta hai. Chal, operation Chipkali Attack shuru karte hain!”
(Amit pehle toh mana karta hai, par phir hans ke haan bolta hai.)
Dono ek plastic wali chipkali leke us ladke ke door pe chipka dete hain.
Roommate 108 (dar ke maare cheekhta hai):
“Bachaoooo! Yeh chipkali zinda hai!!”
Pura corridor hansi se ghoonj uthta hai. Ladke beds se gir gir ke haste hain.
Kabir (nautanki style):
“Beta… yeh toh hostel ka wildlife welcoming committee hai. Chipkali free mein milegi, magar rehna hoga tumhare saath!”
Sabhi students ke faces pe smile aa gayi. Hostel ki thakan, naye sheher ka pressure—sab kuch bhool gaye.
Amit bhi pehli baar thoda loud laughter karta hai. Ravi chup sa baithe dekh raha hai, par uske dil mein halka sa sukoon tha.
Ravi (dheere se, khidki ke bahar dekhte hue):
“Yeh hostel… yeh dosti… shayad iss safar ko thoda aasaan bana de.
Lekin mujhe lagta hai… asli imtihaan abhi shuru bhi nahi hua.”
“Raat ke shor sharabe mein dosti aur hansi chhupi thi…
Par ek anjaani nazar, hostel ki deewaron ke paar, sab kuch observe kar rahi thi.”
Hostel Night Surveillance
[Boys’ Hostel – Rooftop / Corridor | Raat ke 12 baje]
(Hansi–mazak ke baad hostel thoda shaant ho gaya hai. Corridor mein sirf tube-light ka dhundhla sa glow hai. Door band, sab apne apne rooms mein hain.)
Sabko laga masti khatam… lekin asli khamoshi mein kahin na kahin kuch awaz zaroor hoti hai. Aur aaj raat, ek anjaani nazar hostel ke andar ghus aayi thi.
Ek shadow hostel ke gate ke bahar khadi hai. Uske haath mein ek purani diary jaisi cheez hai. Uski aankhen seedha Ravi ke room ki taraf tikki hain.
(Ravi khidki ke paas betha hai, diary likh raha hai. Uski aankhen thodi udaas aur soch mein doobi hui.)
Ravi (apne diary mein likhte hue):
“Sabko lagta hai main sirf ek student hoon… par jo kahani main chhupaye baitha hoon, wo kisi ke samajh se bahar hai. Shayad kal… sab kuch badal jaaye.”
(Usi waqt, bahar khidki ke paas ek halki si reflection dikhai deti hai. Ravi kuch mehsoos karta hai, jaise koi dekh raha ho.)
Ravi (andar hi andar):
“Yeh feeling mujhe pehle bhi hua hai… jaise koi hamesha mere aas paas hota hai.
Kaun hai? Aur kyun…?”
[Hostel Gate ke paas]
(Woh unknown shadow diary kholta hai, jismein Ravi ki childhood photos chipki hoti hain. Ek purani tasveer gir jaati hai – Ravi ke saath ek chhoti ladki ki. Us shadow ka haath kaapta hai.)
Unknown Person (halki awaaz mein):
“Ravi… tumhe lagta hai tum apne past se bach gaye? Nahi… ab waqt aa gaya hai tumhe yaad dilane ka.”
Fir shadow hostel ke andheron mein gayab ho jaata hai
“Raat ki diary mein likha har lafz, ek aise raaz ki taraf le ja raha tha… jo Ravi aur Sia ke beech ki kahani ko hamesha ke liye badal dega.”
SUSPENSE…..
Kya Sia aur Ravi ka takrana sirf coincidence hai… ya kismat ka plan?
Sia ki khamosh aankhon ke peeche kaunsa raaz chhupa hai?
Ravi ke past se judi woh chhoti ladki kaun hai jo diary mein chipki hai?
Arjun aur Ravi ki rivalry sirf Sia ke liye hai… ya uske peeche aur bhi koi wajah hai?
Hostel ke bahar jo shadow Ravi ko dekh raha tha… woh dost hai ya dushman?
Aur Ms. Meera Kapoor—sirf ek young teacher hai… ya is kahani ke bade raaz ki chaabi?
“Jo ab tak ek shuruaat lag rahi hai… shayad wahi sabse bada imtihaan ho. Raaz khulenge, rishte badlenge—bas kahani se jude rahiye.”
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