Aslam Khan

Long & details Interfaith roleplay with pics

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Kamini Mishra, 41 saal ki divorced Hindu woman hai – sanskari, sweet, emotionally strong aur ek lonely life ji rahi hai. Divorce ke baad usne khud ko sirf family aur routines tak simit kar liya hai. Men ki attention use milti rehti hai, par wo kabhi interested nahi hoti.

Aslam, 23 saal ka Muslim biker aur college student, Kamini ke building me rent par rehta hai. Ek raat bike accident me dono hands fracture ho jaate hain. Hospital se discharge hone ke baad Kamini compassion ke under use apne flat me stay karne deti hai, taaki proper care mil sake.

Roz ke routine me:

— medicine dena

— khana khilana

— stitching aur bandage check karna

In sab ke beech dono ke beech ek silent emotional pull start ho jaata hai. Kamini apni feelings ko religion aur age difference ke wajah se repress karti hai. Aslam respectfully behave karta hai lekin andar se wo bhi confuse hai – gratitude ke saath attraction mix ho raha hai.

Raatein awkward ho jaati hain...

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Ek chhoti si family mein tum apne husband, nanad, saas-sasur aur do chhote bachchon ke saath rehti ho, jahan sab kuch upar-upar se bilkul theek chal raha hota hai. Tum 30 saal ki ho, hot, attractive aur itni confident ki sirf ek nazar mein koi bhi tumhari personality se pull ho jaye. Tumhari nanad sirf 22 ki hai, college ki final year student—seedhi, simple, lekin tumhare saath kaafi frank. Aaj-kal tum notice kar rahi ho ki uske behaviour me ajeeb si secrecy aa gayi hai; woh aksar phone par smile karte hue kisi se baat karti rehti hai, aur tum puchti ho toh wo turant topic change kar deti hai. Tumhe lagta hai ki kuch na kuch chal jarur raha hai. Tumhari apni life bhi ajeeb si phase me hai—shaadi theek hai, bacche pyaare hain, lekin tumhari apni fantasies aur jawani wale desires kabhi explore hi nahi ho paaye, aur kabhi-kabhi tum sochti ho ki mauka mil jaye toh shayad tum apni woh side bhi dekh paogi jo hamesha dabke reh gayi.

Shaadi se pehle tumhare papa ne tumhe ek flat gift kiya tha, jiske baare me tumne kabhi kisi ko nahi bataya, kuch personal reasons ki wajah se. Wahi flat saalon se khali pada tha, aur tum sochti ho ki ab use rent par chadha diya jaye, thodi side income bhi ho jayegi. Tabhi ek naye tenant—Aslam Khan—ka inquiry aata hai. Tum dono kabhi mile nahi, baat agent ke through hoti hai, isliye tumhe pata bhi nahi kaun hai. Aslam ek 32 saal ka professor hai jo Lucknow se abhi-abhi Delhi shift hua hai aur apna khud ka jagah dhoond raha hai. Phone pe discussion ho chuki hai, rent almost final ho chuka hai, but dono ek-dusre ke liye bilkul strangers.

Isi beech ek shaam tumhare husband ke dost ke ghar party hoti hai jahan tum casually, but effortlessly gorgeous lag rahi hoti ho. Aslam bhi apne doston ke through waha aaya hota hai. Jab tum enter karti ho, ek pal ke liye Aslam ka focus tum par atak jata hai—tumhari aankhon ka calm shine, tumhara soft smile, overall vibe… kuch alag hi impact chhod deti hai. Tum dono ek choti si polite introduction karte ho, ek neutral si smile exchange hoti hai, aur party chalti rehti hai. Tum nahi jaanti, woh bhi nahi jaanta, ki jis person se tum flat final karne wali ho… woh yahi saamne khada hua stranger hi hai.

Next day agent tum dono ko message karta hai ki owner-tenant meeting kal flat pe hogi. Tum flat pe pahunchti ho… Aslam bhi. Aur jaise hi tum dono saamne aate ho, dono ke chehre par wahi shock—yeh toh wahi party wala stranger?! Ek hi second me ek ajeeb sa connection, curiosity aur thoda sa tension hawa me feel hota hai.

Yehi se kahani shuru hoti hai—nanad ka secret behaviour, tumhara hidden flat, aur tum aur Aslam ke beech ek slow, magnetic pull jo tum dono samajh bhi nahi paate.

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Naina Kapoor, 32 saal ki divorced aurat, ek naye sheher me apni zindagi naya shuru karne aayi thi. Office se ghar aur ghar se office — bas yahi routine tha uska, jab tak ek din Facebook par ek stranger, Aslam ne uske photo par comment nahi kiya — You’ve got eyes that speak more than words. Naina ne ignore karne ki koshish ki, par Aslam ne har din ek nayi baat shuru kar di — kabhi coffee ke bare me, kabhi city ke weather par, aur kabhi uske likhne ke andaaz par. Dheere-dheere wo usse samajhne laga, har baat me uski comfort dhoondhta, aur subtly apni jagah bana leta. Ek din Aslam ne message bheja, You sound tired… let me take you out, fresh air will help. Pehle Naina hesitant thi, par uske tone me ek calm authority thi jo mana nahi kar paayi. Pehli mulaqat me Aslam ka style, uska perfume aur uske words — sab kuch alag tha. Usne kahaa, Tumhe dekh kar lagta nahi ke tumhe koi kabhi tod paya tha. Us line ne Naina ke dil me ek ajeeb garam dor daal di. Aslam har mulakaat me ek step aage badhta, har baar usse apne comfort zone se thoda bahar nikalta. Pehle flowers, phir late-night calls, phir long drives jahan wo kehta, Tumhe protect karna chahata hoon, Naina.Dheere-dheere wo har jagah Aslam ki presence mehsoos karne lagi — apni soch, apne decisions aur apne emotions me. Ab Aslam sirf ek aadmi nahi raha tha, wo uski zindagi ka habit ban gaya tha — aur Naina khud nahi samajh pa rahi thi ke usse chaha usne, ya bas uske approach ne use poori tarah apne jaal me le liya. Dm for interested roleplayer

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🌙 **Part 1 – Raat ke Musafir**

Raat ka ek baja hai. Sheher ki sadkon par sirf barish ka shor hai aur hawa mein thand ka ek ajeeb sa current.

Bus stand ke ek kone mein **Ishita** khadi hai — geele kapde, aankhon mein aansu, aur dil mein darr.

Uski shaadi kal subah hone wali thi… zabardasti.

Ek aise ladke se jisse usne kabhi dekha bhi nahi tha.

Par usne decide kar liya tha — *“Main apni zindagi kisi ke pressure se nahi jeeyungi.”*

Ab woh bhaag chuki thi… bina plan ke, bina soch ke.

Bus station pe na bus thi, na koi aadmi — sirf ek purani si **black cab** khadi thi, jisme koi aadmi so raha tha.

Woh halke se knock karti hai,

“Bhaiya… excuse me… mujhe kahin jana hai.”

Driver aankh kholta hai — **Aslam.**

Thoda rough face, dard bhari aankhein.

Ek pal ke liye woh Ishita ko upar se neeche tak dekhta hai — thoda shock, thoda suspicion.

“Raat ke is waqt ladki akeli? Kya masla hai tumhara?”

Ishita halki awaaz mein bolti hai, “Main ghar se bhaag gayi hoon… shaadi se.”

Aslam ek deep sigh leta hai, phir kehta hai,

“Zindagi se bhaagna easy nahi hota, madam.

Par chalo, betho… raat lambi hai.”

Cab dheere se chalu hoti hai.

Sadkon par puddles chamak rahe hain, wiper rhythm mein chal raha hai.

Dono ke beech ek silence hai — uncomfortable, par magnetic.

Ishita khidki se baarish dekhti rehti hai,

aur Aslam rear mirror se uska chehra.

Dono kuch bolte nahi, par hawa mein ek ajeeb tension hai —

nafrat bhi nahi, par bharosa bhi nahi.

Thodi der baad Ishita bolti hai,

“Tum mujhe kahin safe jagah chhoda sakte ho?”

Aslam kehta hai, “Safe jagah sirf duaon mein hoti hai, duniya mein nahi.

Par chalo, meri jagah aa jao. Subah tak ruk jao, phir dekhte hain.”

Cab ek chhoti si gali mein rukti hai — ek simple sa ghar.

Aslam gate kholta hai, Ishita andar aati hai.

Barish ki thandi hawa aur us ghar ki chhup si khamoshi ek saath mil kar atmosphere ko aur heavy bana dete hain.

Aslam kettle par chai chadha deta hai, aur bolta hai —

“Tumhe darr nahi lagta kisi unknown aadmi ke saath aane mein?”

Ishita halki si smile karti hai,

“Darr to mujhe apnon se laga tha, par unhi se bhag kar aayi hoon.”

Aslam uske jawab par kuch seconds ke liye chup rehta hai —

phir dheere se bolta hai,

“Tumhare jaisi ladkiyaan hi sabse dangerous hoti hain — na masoom, na mazloom.”

Woh ek dusre ki aankhon mein kuch seconds ke liye dekhte rehte hain —

aur us pal, hawa mein kuch badal jaata hai.

Na woh driver lagta hai, na woh passenger.

Sirf do log — ek thake hue mard aur ek tooti hue ladki —

jo raat ke andhere mein ek doosre ki aankhon mein apna reflection dekh rahe hain.

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“Ishq, Dushmani aur Submission”

Ishita– 29 years, Hindu, ek sanskaari aurat jiska pati Mohit army officer hai. Abhi Mohit ICU mein zindagi aur maut ke beech ladaai lad raha hai. Ishita ki aankhon mein aansoo hain, lekin dil mein sirf inteqaam ki aag.

Usko pata chuka hai ki Mohit ke attack ke peeche kaun hai – ek shaatir aurat–cheene wala aadmi – Aslam.

Aslam – 35 years, Muslim businessman. Divorcee, gym freak aur ek dum bold & hawasi. Uski body powerful hai, dimaag chalaak. Mohit uske raste ki sabse badi rukawat tha. Aur ab wo ICU mein hai.

First Encounter: Ishita at Aslam’s house

Raat ke 11 baje.

Ishita red saree mein, aankhon mein aansoo aur gusse se bhari saanson ke saath Aslam ke bungalow ka darwaza khatkhatati hai.

Aslam shirtless hai, gym se aaya hua, abhi whiskey glass haath mein. Darwaza kholta hai aur Ishita ko dekh ke ek wicked smile deta hai.

Ishita

“Aslam! Agar mere pati ko kuch hua na… toh main tumhari zindagi barbaad kar dungi. Tumne attack plan kiya tha… mujhe sab pata hai!”

Aslam (smirk karke, dheere uske kareeb aata hai):

“Barbaad?… Ishita ji, barbaad toh main aapko karne wala hoon. Pati ICU mein hai, aur aap yahan… ek akeli aurat… mere ghar aayi ho. Kya lagta hai aapko… main aapko jaane dunga?”

Aslam uske itne kareeb aa jata hai ki Ishita ko uski whiskey mixed saans apni gardan par mehsoos hoti hai. Uska haath uske waist tak jaata hai.

Ishita (push karte hue, par awaz halki pad jaati hai):

“Chhodo mujhe! Main warning dene aayi hoon… tumhe tod doongi main!”

Aslam (rough tone mein):

“Todna toh main aapko hi chahta hoon… raat bhar. Warning dene aayi ho… par yeh raat khud warning ban jaayegi tumhari izzat ke liye.”

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### **Twist – Control Breaks**

Ishita ka gussa aur darr ek hi jagah melt hone lagta hai. Wo jitni fight karti hai, utna Aslam aur zyada dominating hota hai. Uska rough grip, uski aankhon ki shaitani chamak, aur uska bold dialogue Ishita ke dil aur body dono ko confuse kar dete hain.

Jo aurat apne pati ke liye badla lene aayi thi wo dheere dheere Aslam ke power aur wild charm ke saamne submit karne lagti hai.

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Hi

How r u come in ib

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Dm for interfaith roleplay with pic

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Any matured female available for Interfaith roleplay?

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🟣 **Plot Title: "Nayi Dulhan, Purane Paap"**

**Genre:** Interfaith, Roleplay, Desi Romance

**Language:** Hindi with English blend

**Tone:** Slow seduction, guilt + desire theme

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### **Main Characters:**

* **Aslam:** 30-year-old, smart, dusky, alpha male. Gym-toned body, light beard, confident. Recently shifted next door. Charming but intense.

* **Kritika:** 27, newly married Hindu girl. Beautiful, innocent-looking, always in saree or suit. Traditional, but sexually unaware and unsatisfied.

* **Husband (Amit):** IT consultant, sweet but boring. Mostly busy with meetings or on business trips. Not passionate.

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### **PLOT:**

**Kritika ki shaadi ko 3 mahine hue hain.**

Sab ke liye wo ek *“sanskari dulhan”* hai—pooja karti hai, pati ke kapde press karti hai, sasural ki izzat banake rakhti hai.

Lekin bedroom mein... **kuch kami si hai.**

Amit zyada passionate nahi hai. Kritika ne kabhi pyaar aur hawas dono ek sath mehsoos nahi kiya…

Tabhi ek din, uske ghar ke bagal mein **Aslam** shift hota hai.

Tall, intense, aur confident personality. Pehli baar jab Kritika ne use dekha, wo gym se aaya tha, body tight T-shirt mein thi… aankhen kuch alag hi keh rahi thi.

**Aslam (smirking):**

“Namaste bhabhi ji... nayi dulhan lag rahi ho…”

**Kritika (blushing):**

“Haan… thoda time hua hai… aap naye aaye ho?”

**Aslam:**

“Naye ghar mein aayi ho tum, aur main tumhare dil ke paas aane wala hoon…”

Kritika ne hansne ki koshish ki, par dil fast beat kar raha tha...

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### **Seduction Begins:**

* Aslam aksar balcony mein hota jab Kritika pooja karti—uski saree ka pallu dheere se udta, kamar ka curve dikh jata

* Ek baar husband ka urgent trip lagta hai—Kritika akeli… Aslam politely poochta hai “Koi help chahiye toh knock kar dena…”

**Us raat, bijli chali jaati hai.**

Kritika ghabra jaati hai aur Aslam ke darwaze pe knock karti hai...

“Wo... light chali gayi hai… thoda darr lag raha tha…”

Aslam use andar bulaata hai. Candle ki roshni mein dono ek doosre ko dekhte hain.

**Aslam (close ho kar):**

“Tumhe darr light se lagta hai… ya khud se…?”

Kritika aankhen jhuka leti hai. Aslam uske bal thode se side karta hai…

**“Itni khoobsurat ho… aur itni lonely bhi?”**

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### **Themes to explore in roleplay:**

* Kritika ka guilt: “Main shaadi-shuda hoon… par Aslam mujhe poora mehsoos karta hai…”

* Aslam ka control: wo force nahi karta, lekin har waqt Kritika ko feel karata hai ki wo *chahti hai*

* Ek raat jab Kritika apni marzi se apna pallu hata deti hai—tab Aslam ke lips uske kandhe tak aate hain...

* Mandir aur bedroom ka contrast—subah bhagwan, raat ko *“pados wala paap”*

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### **Future possibilities:**

* Kritika aur Aslam ke beech intense obsession

* Kritika slowly apne sanskaar todti hai, sirf Aslam ke liye

* Ek din Aslam pooja karte waqt uske peeche aa jata hai...

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🛤️ **Plot Title: “Train Ke Safar Mein Jazbaat”**

### **Characters:**

* **Komal Sharma (28):** Hindu Brahmin, intelligent, graceful, thodi reserved. Ek MNC mein job ke liye Mumbai ja rahi hai interview dene.

* **Aslam Qureshi (31):** Muslim, smart aur soulful. UPSC aspirant, soft-spoken, shayari ka shaukeen. Safar mein sirf kitaabein aur khamoshi uske saathi hote hain.

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## 🧳 **Scene 1: Train Station – Delhi**

Komal platform pe khadi hoti hai — ek classy suit pehna hua, handbag aur laptop bag ke saath. Train ke horns, hawkers, aur rush ke beech wo apni seat search karti hai — **Sleeper Coach S4 – Lower Berth**.

Jaise hi wo berth tak pahuchti hai, saamne ki seat pe ek ladka baithe hota hai — black kurta, specs, aur haath mein *Ghalib ki poetry book*.

**Aslam thoda smile deta hai:**

*"Namaste... Aapka seat yeh hi hai na?"*

**Komal formally:**

*"Haan, S4 – 41... that’s me."*

She sits down, thoda distance maintain karte hue.

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## ☕ **Scene 2: Journey Begins – Light Interaction**

Train chal padti hai. Thoda waqt beetta hai. Komal ne phone nikala hota hai par signal low hota hai.

**Aslam politely:**

*"Agar chaho toh hotspot use kar lo... signal stable hai mera."*

Komal thoda hesitate karti hai but accept kar leti hai.

*"Thanks, appreciate it."*

Raat dhal rahi hoti hai. Komal book nikaalti hai aur Aslam quietly shayari padhta rehta hai. Suddenly ek slow line padh ke woh Komal ko address karta hai:

> *"Kabhi kabhi zindagi mein sabse anjaana rishta hi sabse gehra lagne lagta hai."*

Komal uski taraf dekhti hai — pehli baar thoda interest dikhta hai uski aankhon mein.

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## 🌧️ **Scene 3: Rain, Darkness & Jazbaat**

Raat ho chuki hoti hai. Bahar baarish zor se ho rahi hoti hai, aur train ki rhythm soft lullaby jaise feel deti hai.

Komal ne comfort ke liye shawl liya hota hai, par thand badhne lagti hai. Aslam notice karta hai:

**Aslam:**

*"Agar chaho toh yeh extra chadar le lo... thand lag rahi hogi."*

**Komal:**

*"Tum hamesha itne polite ho ya sirf train wale safar mein?"*

**Aslam (smiling):**

*"Tumhari company ho toh aur polite ho jaata hoon."*

Dono thoda hansi share karte hain. Chemistry thodi thodi spark hone lagti hai. Us waqt ek jhatka lagta hai train ko, aur Komal ka haath Aslam ke haath se takra jaata hai.

Komal khud ko sambhalti hai, but Aslam softly bolta hai:

*"Safe ho tum? Agar chaho toh mere paas baith jao, window side thoda comfortable hai."*

Komal dheere se aa jaati hai uske paas — dono ek hi window pe baith jaate hain. Chadar unke beech loosely padhi hoti hai, par temperature warm ho raha hota hai.

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## 💞 **Scene 4: Aankhon Mein Narmi, Saath Mein Karibiyan**

Train mein sab log so chuke hote hain. Komal ka sir Aslam ke shoulder pe tik jaata hai — Aslam halki halki uske baalon ko side karta hai, aur dheere se bolta hai:

***"Tum itni close ho, lekin lagta hai tumhare dil mein abhi bhi distance hai."***

**Komal:**

*"Main samajh nahi pa rahi... yeh comfort kyun feel ho raha hai ek stranger ke saath."*

Aslam uska haath pakadta hai — soft pressure, no force.

***"Shayad iss safar mein hum dono akeli nahi the, par takdeer ne ek saath seat book kar di."***

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## 🔥 **Scene 5: Soft Romance Build-Up**

Komal ki aankhon mein halka guilt, par uske gestures relax ho rahe hote hain.

Aslam uske palm pe thumb se halki si circles banata hai.

Komal palkein bandh karti hai — she leans closer.

**Aslam whispers:**

*"Tumhare perfume ki khushboo mujhe addict bana rahi hai."*

**Komal (aankhon mein heat):**

*"Aur tumhari baatein meri saans rok rahi hain."*

Unka chehra bahut close aa chuka hota hai — lips almost touch karte hain, but ruk jaate hain. Dono ki saansein tez hoti hain. Bina kisi zabardasti ke, vibes heavy aur warm ho jaati hain. Touch soft, but seductive. Dialogue kam, emotion zyada.

**Komal:**

*"Yeh galat hai na?"*

**Aslam:**

*"Galat ya sahi toh society decide karti hai... par yeh moment sirf tum aur main feel kar rahe hain."*

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### 🔓 **\[TO BE CONTINUED...]**

Train abhi Mumbai se kaafi door hai...

Par dono ke dil ek dusre ke kaafi **karib**

* **Hotel stay**

* **Mumbai mein accidental re-meet**

* **Husband angle ya emotional conflict**

* **Physical romance aur guilt combo**

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**Title: "Workout Ke Bahane… Ghar Tak"**

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### **Characters:**

* **Komal Sharma (29)** – Ek Hindu ghar ki married woman, husband army mein posted hai. Sanskari aur graceful par andar se tanha.

* **Aslam Sheikh (32)** – Gym trainer, dusre sheher se aaya hai, intense looks & soft-spoken. Dil se shareef, body se fit aur aankhon se dangerous.

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### **Backstory:**

Komal ke husband Mohit army mein hain, aur pichle 7 mahine se border par deployed. Komal apni saas ke sath rehti hai, jo ab bed-ridden hain. Akeli zindagi, routine aur responsibilities ne Komal ke chehre ki chamak dheere dheere kam kar di thi.

Ek din, Komal decide karti hai ki woh apne liye kuch karegi – aur gym join karti hai.

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### **Act 1: Pehli Nazar**

Gym ka head trainer Aslam Sheikh hota hai – dusri city se naye transfer ke baad yahan shift hua. Pehli nazar mein Komal uske calm confidence se attract ho jaati hai.

* **Workout Scenes:**

* Aslam usse personal training deta hai – squats, planks, stretches ke waqt unka physical closeness badhta hai.

* Flirty moments, jaise Aslam ka form correct karte waqt Komal ke kaan ke paas bolna:

*“Breath control karo… warna dil ki speed barh jayegi.”*

* **Komal blush karti hai, par kuch nahi bolti.**

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### **Act 2: Ghar Ki Zarurat**

Ek shaam Komal ki saas ki tabiyat achanak kharab ho jaati hai. Komal help ke liye kisi ko phone karti hai – Mohit to border pe hain. Woh gym ke number pe call karti hai… Aslam uthata hai.

**Aslam bina sochhe uske ghar aa jata hai.**

* Saas ko hospital le jaata hai, doctor ko dikhwata hai.

* Komal ke sath saath rehta hai, paperwork se le kar medicines tak sab kuch karta hai.

* Raat ko ghar wapas laate hain. Komal insist karti hai ki woh guest room mein ruk jaaye.

**Us raat unke beech emotional intimacy hoti hai.**

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### **Act 3: Woh Raat**

**Guest room scene (romantic & bold)**

Raat ke 1 baje, Komal Aslam ko extra blanket dene aati hai…

> *Aslam shirtless hota hai, aankhon mein shukriya aur kuch aur…*

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> *“Komal, tum sirf ek client nahi ho... kab se kuch mehsoos karta hoon…”*

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> *Komal uska haath pakad leti hai: “Main bhi tanha hoon Aslam… aur aaj mujhe kisi ka saath chahiye…”*

**Unka kiss deep hota hai…**

Blanket gir jaata hai, kamar se upar Komal ka dupatta phisalta hai…

Aslam use softly bed pe le jaata hai, cheek pe kiss, collarbone pe breath…

Unki bodies ek dusre mein halki si thartharaahat ke sath melt ho jaati hain...

**Slow, warm, passionate night.**

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### **Romantic Bold Night Scene – With Conversation**

Raat ke 1 baje...

Komal guest room ke darwaze pe khadi hoti hai, haath mein ek blanket le kar. Darwaza halki si knock karti hai… andar se Aslam shirtless, sirf lower mein, bed par baitha hota hai.

**Komal:**

*"Thand lag rahi hogi… yeh lo..."*

**Aslam (uski aankhon mein dekhte hue):**

*"Mujhe thand nahi lagti, Komal... mujhe kisi ki garmahat ki zarurat hoti hai, kabhi kabhi..."*

Komal kuch seconds tak kuch nahi kehti... sirf andar aati hai aur darwaza band kar deti hai. Woh Aslam ke paas baith jaati hai... dono ke beech sirf kuch inches ka faasla rehta hai.

**Aslam (slowly):**

*"Tum thak gayi ho na... sirf wife, bahu aur beti banke... kabhi khud ke liye jeene ka mann nahi karta?"*

**Komal (aankhon mein aansu se bhari nami):**

*"Karta hai... bas waqt nahi milta. Par aaj... lagta hai sab kuch chhod ke... sirf khud ke liye jeena hai."*

Aslam uska haath apne haathon mein le leta hai… unke haathon ki thandi ungliyon mein ek alag si garmi aa jaati hai.

**Aslam:**

*"Aaj bas tum aur main... koi zimmedari, koi kasam nahi... sirf dil..."*

Komal dheere se Aslam ke chest par apna haath rakhti hai… uska heartbeat feel karti hai.

**Komal:**

*"Mohit acche hain… par unka pyaar… kab ka chhoot gaya hai. Tumhaari aankhon mein jo pyaas hai… woh mujhmein bhi kab se bhari hai..."*

**Aslam:**

*"Toh ruk jao… kuch nahi kahenge. Bas ek dusre mein kho jaate hain."*

**(Slow, emotional kiss)**

Pehla kiss deep aur lingering hota hai… Aslam uske baalon mein haath daal kar use aur paas kheenchta hai. Komal ka dupatta halki si hawa se gir jaata hai. Aslam uski gardan pe soft kiss deta hai, collarbone tak aata hai…

**Komal (saansein tez karte hue):**

*"Aaj sirf tum… mujhe pura mehsoos karwa do Aslam… bina kisi rukaawat ke."*

Aslam usse bed pe softly le jaata hai… uske kamar ko gently hold karta hai… Komal apni aankhen band kar leti hai, aur uski ungliyaan Aslam ki peeth par run karti hain…

**Kuch der mein… sirf saansein, halka music aur dono ke dil ki aahat hoti hai.**

Dono ek dusre mein puri tarah lost ho jaate hain… kabhi slow, kabhi intense… woh raat sirf ek physical act nahi, ek emotional surrender ban jaata hai.

Raat ke end mein Komal Aslam ke chest par letkar kehti hai:

**Komal:**

*"Tumne mujhe yaad dila diya… main sirf kisi ki biwi nahi hoon, main ek aurat bhi hoon… jise chaha jaa sakta hai."*

**Aslam (aankhon mein shanti ke saath):**

*"Aur main hamesha woh rahunga… jise tum jab chaaho sirf apna samajh sakti ho."*

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### **Final Ending (Option 1):**

Komal aur Aslam ka rishta ek naam nahi chahta tha, bas sukoon chahta tha. Dono ne duniya se chupakar ek aisa rista chuna jahan na questions the, na expectations — sirf ek dusre ki *physical* aur *emotional presence* thi.

**Duniya ke liye Komal sirf ek sanskari bahu thi, lekin Aslam ke liye — woh ek aurat thi, jo har raat uski baahon mein apni adhuri duniya pura karti thi.**

**Woh rista chhupa tha… par jhootha nahi tha.**

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Title: Padmavati – Ek Ankahee Prem Kahani

(A historical fiction drama featuring Maharani Padmavati, Maharaj Ratan Singh, and Aladdin Khilji in a web of passion, power, and betrayal.)

Scene: Chittorgarh Ka Rajmahal – Ek Antaraal Ki Raat

(Chittorgarh ke rajmahal mein ek sannata chaaya hai. Maharani Padmavati apne shayan kaksh mein virajmaan hain, magar unke man mein ek aag si bhadak rahi hai. Maharaj Ratan Singh unke paas baithe hain, lekin unki deh bhaasha ab bhi utni hi shithil hai jitni hamesha hoti hai.)

Padmavati (bechain swar mein): "Bas kijiye, Maharaj... ab aur nahi hota mujhse...! Bas kijiye!"

Maharaj Ratan Singh (sharminda hokar): "Maharani, maine kitni baar kaha hai ki main is kshetra mein kamzor hoon… samajhne ki koshish kijiye, yeh meri majboori hai, mera dosh nahi!"

Padmavati (dard bhari awaaz mein): "Yeh baat aapne mujhe shaadi se pehle kyun nahi batayi? Jab aap apni talwar lekar aaye the, tab to bade veer bane phirte the… magar rajsukhad bistar par aakar yeh veerta kahan chali gayi, Maharaj?"

Maharaj Ratan Singh (tez swar mein, izzat bachaane ki koshish mein): "Aap ek maharani hain! Aapka dharma yeh nahi hai ki aap aise bhavnaon mein beh jaayein! Yeh dehbhavna aam auraton ke liye hoti hai, Chittorgarh ki Maharani ke liye nahi!"

(Padmavati ki aankhon mein aansu hain, unke man ki agni unki rooh ko jalane lagi hai. Tabhi ek naya mod aata hai – ek shaks jo dur se sab dekh raha tha, ek aisa insaan jo Padmavati ki tanhaayi mehsoos kar raha tha… Aladdin Khilji!)

Scene 2: Rajmahal Ka Bagh – Chhupa Hua Pyaar

(Chandni raat hai. Padmavati apni udaasi mitaane ke liye bagh mein aayi hain. Tabhi ek gehri awaaz unke kaan mein padti hai.)

Aladdin Khilji (madhur lekin sakht swar mein): "Ek aisi maharani jo itni sundar ho, itni tej ho… phir bhi tanha ho? Yeh anyay hai, Maharani!"

Padmavati (ghabrahat se): "Tum yahan kya kar rahe ho, Aladdin? Tumhe yeh mahal chod dena chahiye!"

Aladdin (muskuraakar): "Agar chhod deta, to aapki yeh bechaini kaun mehsoos karta?"

(Padmavati niraash aankhon se Aladdin ko dekhti hain. Woh ek aise purush ka saamna kar rahi hain jo pehli baar unhe ek aurat ki tarah mehsoos kara raha hai, na ki ek maharani ki tarah.)

Padmavati (dhimi awaaz mein): "Mujhe yeh sab kehne ka adhikaar nahi hai, Aladdin… main kisi ki patni hoon."

Aladdin (aankhon mein jazbaat lekar): "Lekin aap abhi tak kisi ki premika nahi bani hain, hai na?"

(Padmavati kuch nahi keh paati. Us raat, bagh ke gehre andheron mein unke dil ki tanhaayi ka ek naya rang khilta hai… Ek prem jo varjit hai, ek raat jo sirf un dono ke liye hai.)

(Kya Padmavati ek naye pyaar ka swagat karegi? Ya woh apne kartavya aur prem ke beech phasi rahengi? Yeh kahani ab ek naye mod par hai…)

(Jaari hai…)

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**✨Ek Anokha Safar – Aslam aur Ishita ki Kahani✨**

Aslam ek successful businessman aur passionate traveler hai. Uska sapna hai India explore karna, lekin iss baar wo akela nahi, balki ek travel buddy ke saath ye safar karna chahta hai.

Ek raat, Aslam ek exclusive travel group mein post karta hai:

*"India explore karne ka plan hai, sirf five-star hotels, luxury travel aur best experiences. Koi adventurous soul join karna chahta hai? Sare kharche mere honge, bas ek achha safar sathi chahiye!"*

Ishita, ek 22 saal ki (ya 35, jo bhi setting pasand ho) independent, free-spirited ladki, jo likhne aur naye jagah dekhne ka shauq rakhti hai, uss post ko padhti hai. Thodi skeptical hoke reply karti hai:

**Ishita:** *"Yeh toh kisi fairy tale jaisa lag raha hai... Kya guarantee hai ki ye koi trap nahi hai?"*

Aslam hamesha candid aur charming rehta hai. Uska reply aata hai:

**Aslam:** *"Guarantee toh zindagi mein kisi cheez ki nahi hoti, par ek promise karta hoon – sirf ek khoobsurat safar aur naye experiences ka. Tum interested ho?"*

Ishita thodi der sochti hai, par uska adventurous nature usse ek chance lene ko keh raha hota hai. Wo haan keh deti hai.

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## **Mumbai – Shuruaat Ek Naye Safar Ki**

Aslam aur Ishita Mumbai ke ek luxury hotel mein milte hain. Aslam tailored suit mein ek confident aur charming insaan lag raha hota hai, aur Ishita apni simple lekin classy style se instantly attract karti hai.

**Aslam (muskurakar):** *"So, Miss Ishita, ready ho ek aise safar ke liye jo yaadgaar ban jayega?"*

**Ishita (halki si hansi ke saath):** *"Ready hoon… bas dekhte hain tum waise ho bhi jaise dikhte ho ya sirf baaton ke expert ho!"*

Aslam hans deta hai, aur dono ka safar shuru hota hai. Pehli raat wo Marine Drive par long drive pe nikalte hain, samundar ki thandi hawa aur raat ki chamakti lights dono ko ek doosre ke aur kareeb la rahi hoti hai.

**Aslam (softly):** *"Tumhe dekhkar lagta hai jaise zindagi sirf explore karne ke liye nahi, mehsoos karne ke liye bhi bani hai."*

**Ishita (muskurate hue):** *"Aur tumhe dekhkar lagta hai jaise kisi ko itna charming hona allowed nahi hona chahiye!"*

Dono hans padte hain, aur ye safar sirf ek travel journey nahi, ek kahani banne lagta hai.

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## **Agra – Mohabbat Ki Nishani Taj Mahal Ke Saath**

Aslam aur Ishita Agra jaane ka plan banate hain. Taj Mahal dekhne ka ek alag hi maza hota hai, aur dono ke beech ki chemistry dheere-dheere aur gehri hone lagti hai.

(Ishita Taj Mahal ke samne khadi hai, safed sangmarmar ki chamak uski aankhon mein dikh rahi hai. Aslam usse dekhta hai, par Taj Mahal se zyada uski nazar Ishita pe tikti hai.)

**Aslam (muskurate hue):** *"Log kehte hain Taj Mahal mohabbat ki nishani hai… par mujhe lagta hai mohabbat sirf ek building nahi, ek ehsaas hota hai jo kisi insaan se judta hai."*

**Ishita (Aslam ki taraf dekhte hue):** *"Waise toh tum bade philosophical ho gaye ho! Kahin yeh sab ek special tareeke se mujhe impress karne ki koshish toh nahi?"*

**Aslam (thoda kareeb aate hue):** *"Agar main sach kahoon toh, mujhe impress hone wali ladkiyon mein kabhi interest nahi raha… par tumhari baatein sunke, tumhare expressions dekhke, mujhe lagta hai ki tumse impress hone ka mann kar raha hai."*

(Ishita thoda sharma jaati hai, par apni flirt karne ki aadat se baaz nahi aati.)

**Ishita (muskurate hue):** *"Tum toh bade smooth talker nikle! Lekin dekho, agar yeh ek kahani hoti, toh ab tak heroine hero ke pyaar mein gir chuki hoti…"*

**Aslam (dheere se uski aankhon mein dekhte hue):** *"Aur agar yeh ek real kahani ho toh?"*

(Ishita ek pal ke liye chup ho jaati hai, lekin phir hans padti hai.)

**Ishita:** *"Chalo, pehle chaat khilao, phir sochungi!"*

(Aslam zor se hans padta hai, aur dono Taj Mahal se nikal kar Agra ki famous chaat ka maza lene nikal padte hain.)

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## **Jaipur Mein Ek Raat – Jab Baatein Dil Chhoo Gayi**

Aslam aur Ishita Jaipur ke ek royal heritage hotel mein rukte hain. Raat ko mahal ki chhat par dono baithkar sitare dekh rahe hote hain.

**Aslam:** *"Tumhe kabhi laga tha ki ek random travel plan tumhari life ka itna special part ban jayega?"*

**Ishita (thodi serious hokar):** *"Sach batau toh, nahi. Maine sirf ek adventure socha tha, par yeh safar sirf jagah dekhne ka nahi, khud ko pehchaanne ka bhi ban gaya hai."*

**Aslam (gambhir hoke):** *"Aur… mere baare mein kya socha hai?"*

(Ishita ek pal ke liye chup ho jaati hai. Phir ek halki si muskurahat ke saath kehti hai…)

**Ishita:** *"Tum jaise ho waise bohot kam log hote hain… shayad isi wajah se main yeh sochne lagi hoon ki yeh safar kabhi khatam hi na ho."*

**Aslam (dheere se uska haath pakadkar):** *"Kuch safar sirf destination tak pahunchne ke liye nahi hote… kuch safar bas saath chalne ke liye hote hain."*

(Ishita ek pal ke liye uske haath ki garmaahat mehsoos karti hai, aur uske dil ki dhadkan tez hone lagti hai. Yeh safar sirf ek dosti ka nahi, shayad ek naye jazbaat ka bhi ban chuka hai.)

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**Ab sawal yeh hai – kya yeh safar ek kahani ban kar khatam ho jayega, ya ek naye mod ki taraf badhega?**

Agar aur zyada intense ya romantic moments add karne hain toh batao!

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Ek Nayi Zindagi – Aslam ke Saath 💚

Aaj meri zindagi ka ek naya safar shuru ho raha hai Aslam ke saath. Ab aap sab batao—Ishita Aslam ya Ishita Khan? 🧡

Bachpan se maine apni badi didi aur bhabhiyon ko aksar Muslim ladkon ke baare mein baat karte suna hai. Tab mujhe zyada samajh nahi thi, lekin ek baat zaroor mehsoos hoti thi—meri family ki kai auraton ke Muslim boyfriends ya husbands hai, aur woh sab bahut khush hai.

Par mujhe yeh samajh nahi aata tha ki aisa kyun hai?

Sach bolun toh pehle mujhe Muslim ladkon se nafrat thi...!!!

Phir maine family gatherings mein dekha ki auratein Muslim mardon ka naam leke haste hai, mazak karti hai, ek doosre ko chhedti hai.

Ek din maine suna ki ek aunty meri mummy se keh rahi thi, "Vandana, tune galti kar di, tum dono perfect the."

Tab mujhe samajh aaya ki meri mummy ki zindagi mein bhi koi Muslim tha, par shayad ab woh touch mein nahi hai...!!

Phir Aslam meri zindagi mein aaya...

Mujhe Muslims se nafrat thi, par Aslam ne sirf ek saal mein mujhe prove kar diya ki pyaar nafrat se zyada takatwar hota hai.

Jitni nafrat maine ki thi, usse kahin zyada ab main pyaar karti hoon.

Ek saal mein na jaane kitni baar humari ladaiyan hui, par Aslam ne mujhe hamesha manaaya.

Jab main naaraz hoti thi, toh baar-baar message karke mujhe samjhate, pyaar se manaate. Itna care aur itni mohabbat koi aur nahi kar sakta.

Mere pehle ek Hindu boyfriend tha, par usne kabhi mujhe nahi manaaya. Balki har jagah mujhi ko blame karta tha. Par Aslam se nafrat karte-karte maine pyaar karna seekh liya.

Hamaara rishta itna gehra ho gaya ki ek din humne socha,

"Jab dil ek ho gaya, toh naam bhi ek ho jaana chahiye."

Aur aaj, hum dono shaadi-shuda hai!

Ek Shaam, Ek Pal – Ishita aur Aslam ki Baat

(Ishita gusse mein ek kone mein baithi thi, jab Aslam uske paas aaya...)

Aslam: "Phir se naaraz ho?" (Muskura kar Ishita ke samne baith gaya.)

Ishita: (Muh fula kar) "Haan, tumne aaj bhi mujhe samjhne ki koshish nahi ki!"

Aslam: (Uska haath pakad kar) "Meri jaan, tumse zyada samajhne ki koshish maine kisi ko kabhi nahi ki... Lekin agar samajhne mein kahin kami reh gayi, toh batao na, sudhar lunga."

Ishita: (Narm padti hai, lekin abhi bhi gusse ka natak karti hai) "Hamesha bas baatein banana aata hai tumhe..."

Aslam: "Acha? Toh batao, kya karun jo tumhe yakin ho jaaye ki tum meri duniya ho?"

Ishita: "Huh... Tum sach mein kuch bhi kar sakte ho?"

Aslam: (Uski aankhon mein dekh kar) "Main chaand tod kar nahi laa sakta, par tumhari har muskurahat wapas laa sakta hoon."

(Ishita hasi nahi rok paayi, aur Aslam ne uska haath apne hothon se chhoo liya...)

Aslam: "Yeh gussa bhi na, tumpe kitna pyaara lagta hai... Par sach bataun?"

Ishita: "Kya?"

Aslam: "Jab tum muskurati ho, tab lagta hai ki meri duniya roshan ho gayi hai."

(Ishita sharma jaati hai aur Aslam ke gale lag jaati hai...)

Ab yehi meri duniya hai, meri sachai hai, meri khushi hai.

Main woh galti nahi karna chahti jo meri mummy ne ki thi.

Bachpan se maine dekha hai ki kaunsi auratein sach mein khush hai aur kaunsi sirf zindagi jee rahi hai.

Aur aaj, maine apni asli khushi chun li hai!

Yeh version aur bhi romantic aur emotional hai! Agar aur kuch add karna ho toh batao.

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**Ek Suhani Raat**

Karva Chauth ka dusra din tha. Ishita ke pati Mohit ne apni patni ke liye specially chhutti li thi taaki dono saath mein ye tyohar mana sakein. Ye unka teesra Karva Chauth tha, jo dono ne bade pyar se manaya. Agle din Mohit vapas kaam par chale gaye, aur ab Diwali ke baad hi lautne wale the. Idhar Ishita bhi apne mayke ja rahi thi, ek shaadi mein shamil hone ke liye.

Shaadi ki raat party plot rang-birangi roshniyon se saja hua tha. Har koi apni khoobsurti aur tayyariyon ka jalwa dikhane me laga tha. Ishita bhi ekdam alag aur behad khubsurat avatar me thi. Uske haathon ki mehndi gehri rachi thi, jaise uske dil ke gehre raaz bayan kar rahi ho.

Tabhi uski nazar ek shaks par padi… aur use dekhte hi wo sharma ke laal ho gayi. Usne jaldi se nazar jhuka li, lekin uske hothon par ek halki muskurahat aa gayi. Samne se Aslam bhi use dekh raha tha, uski aankhon me ek ajeeb si chamak thi. Usne aankhon hi aankhon me ek ishara kiya. Ishita ne idhar-udhar dekha, aur sabki nazron se bachte hue dheere se party plot ke bahar nikal gayi.

Bahar ek gaadi khadi thi, aur bina kisi shanka ke Ishita usme baith gayi. Andar Aslam pehle se maujood tha. Gaadi aage badh chuki thi.

**Aslam (muskurate hue):** "Ab bhi waise hi sharma jaati ho…"

**Ishita (nazre jhukate hue):** "Aur tum ab bhi waise hi bina kahe bula lete ho…"

Gaadi highway par tez raftaar se daud rahi thi. Thandi hawa Ishita ke chehre se takra rahi thi. Dono ke beech khamoshi thi, lekin ye khamoshi bhi kai baatein keh rahi thi.

**Aslam (muskura kar):** "Yeh shaadiyan toh bas ek bahaana hai… asal maza toh tumse milne ka hai."

**Ishita (halki si hansi ke saath):** "Sach kehun, mujhe bhi is shaadi se zyada tumse milne ka intezaar tha."

Achanak Aslam ne gaadi ek jungle ki taraf mod di. Thodi der baad, vo ek sunsaan jagah par jaake ruk gayi. Tabhi bina mausam ki barish hone lagi.

**Aslam (halki hasi ke saath):** "Lagta hai, baarish bhi humare milan ka hissa banna chahti hai."

**Ishita (khidki se baarish dekhte hue):** "Yaad hai… pehli baar bhi hum aise hi mile the?"

Aslam ne use dheere se apni taraf khinch liya.

**Aslam (uski aankhon me dekhte hue):** "Har pal yaad hai… tumhari woh sharmili muskurahat bhi, aur tumhari woh bekaraari bhi."

Ishita ne nazar jhuka li, lekin uske hothon par ek gehri muskurahat thi. Tabhi uska phone bajne laga… Mohit ka call tha.

Usne phone ki taraf dekha, phir halki si hasi ke saath usse side me rakh diya.

**Aslam (phone ki taraf dekhte hue):** "Nahi uthogi?"

**Ishita (muskurate hue):** "Abhi nahi… kuch pal sirf hamare hain."

Aslam ne uski kamar me apni ungliyan utaar di… Ishita ne dheere se apni aankhein band kar li… Bahar barish tej ho chuki thi, aur gaadi ke sheeshe par girti boondein unke dil ki dhadkanon ki tarah tez ho rahi thi.

Us raat sirf baarish ki boondein, dhadkanon ki aawaz aur ishq ki gehrayi thi…

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### **Title: Ek Nakli Rishte Ki Asli Kahani**

#### **Introduction:**

Aslam, a 28-year-old fashion designer, had moved from Delhi to Mumbai for a job at a lingerie company. He had been living in Mumbai for 2-3 years, staying alone in a small 1RK apartment on rent. Meanwhile, his younger sister, Ishita, completed her graduation in Delhi and secured an internship at a well-known lingerie brand, Zivame, in Mumbai.

Excited about the opportunity, Ishita arrived in Mumbai and stayed in a hotel for two days. However, she soon realized that finding a rental flat as a single woman was extremely difficult. Frustrated, she called her brother, Aslam, seeking advice.

#### **The Dilemma:**

Ishita (on call): *"Bhai, yaha flat milna toh mushkil ho raha hai. Jo bhi landlord se baat karti hoon, ya toh reject kar dete hain ya weird conditions rakhte hain. Kahi-kahi toh single ladki ko room dena hi nahi chahte!"*

Aslam: *"Haan, mujhe pata hai. Mumbai me single ya bachelor logon ke liye rental milna kaafi tough hai. Kahi jagah toh sirf married couples ko hi rent dete hain."*

Ishita: *"Phir mai kya karu? Internship chhodkar wapas Delhi aa jaau?"*

Aslam: *"Pagal ho kya? Itni achhi opportunity mil rahi hai. Ek kaam ho sakta hai…"*

Ishita: *"Kya?"*

Aslam: *"Yahi ki tujhe mere saath rehna padega, lekin ek condition ke saath."*

Ishita: *"Kaisi condition?"*

Aslam: *"Building wale agar puchenge toh tujhe meri biwi banke rahna hoga."*

Ishita (shocked): *"Kya?? Bhai, ye toh ajeeb lagta hai!"*

Aslam: *"Mujhe bhi ajeeb lag raha hai, par ye ek hi option hai. Isse na sirf tera rental ka problem solve ho jayega, balki main bhi tujhe safe rakh paunga."*

#### **The New Life Begins**

Mann mar kar, Ishita ne yeh plan maan liya. Aslam ne society me introduce karaya ki yeh uski biwi hai jo abhi-abhi Mumbai aayi hai. Society wale bhi is rishte ko normal maan kar accept karne lage.

Pehle toh Ishita aur Aslam alag-alag behave karte the, lekin dheere-dheere dono ek dusre ke habits aur lifestyle ko samajhne lage.

Ek din colony me Karva Chauth ka function rakha gaya.

Society Aunty: *"Ishita beta, tumne Karva Chauth ka vrat rakha na?"*

Ishita (hesitant): *"Uh… haan… rakha hai."*

Aslam (whispering to Ishita): *"Tune vrat rakha?"*

Ishita (softly): *"Aunty ke saamne mana kar bhi nahi sakti thi."*

Shaam ko building ke terrace par sab auratein chand ka intezar kar rahi thi. Ishita bhi society ki ladies ke saath thi. Sabne apne pati ke liye vrat rakha tha. Chand nikalte hi ek aurat boli, *"Ishita beta, jaldi aao! Pati ka pooja karo!"*

Ishita ne Aslam ki taraf dekha. Wo thoda confuse thi, par bina kuch kahe usne pooja ki, aur ek doosre ki aankhon me dekh kar bina bole ek ajeeb si feeling mehsoos ki.

Us raat jab dono ghar aaye, toh ek ajeeb si chuppi thi.

Aslam: *"Pata hai Ishita, aaj tujhe iss tarah dekhkar laga ki shayad hum sach me ek couple hote toh?"*

Ishita (blushing): *"Bhai… mera matlab… Aslam, ye sab nafrat aur mohabbat ke beech ka ek ajeeb rishte jaisa lagta hai."*

Dono muskura diye. Dheere-dheere ye jhooti shaadi ek asli jazbaat me badalne lagi. Kya ye rishta sirf ek compromise tha, ya phir ek sachcha pyaar? Ye waqt ke saath pata chalega…

#### **To Be Continued…**

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Plot Idea: Gharelu Hinsa Aur Anjaan Mard Se Dosti Ka Natija

Characters:

Ishita (40 saal) - Ek school teacher aur do bacho ki maa. Wo apne jawaan aur suljhe hue vyaktitva ki wajah se aksar logon ka dhyan kheench leti hai. Uska pati ek ladke ki chaahat rakhta tha, lekin do betiyon ke paida hone ke baad se unka rishhta kharaab hone laga. Uska pati na sirf uske saath misbehave karta hai, balki kabhi-kabhi haath bhi utha leta hai. Ab uska pati apni naukri ke chalte jadatar ghar se door rehta hai, jiski wajah se Ishita ko ab thoda sukoon milta hai.

Aslam (45 saal) - Ek fitness trainer aur PT teacher, jo apni jawani aur charm ka pura fayda uthata hai. Wo shadi-shuda aur teen ladko ka baap hai, lekin apne affair aur flirt karne ki aadat ke liye mashhoor hai. Har naye shehar mein wo ek naye shikaar ki talash mein rehta hai aur apni muskan aur body se aksar auraton ko apna bana leta hai.

Background Story:

Aslam ek mashhoor fitness trainer hai, jo bade-bade shehro mein apna naam kama chuka hai. Uski personality ka asar har aurat aur ladki par hota hai, aur wo iska galat fayda uthata hai. Dusri taraf, Ishita apni shadi mein khush nahi hai. Uska pati uske upar shariirik aur mansik atyachaar karta hai. Wo apne bacho ke liye chup hai, lekin dil hi dil mein wo pyaar aur apnapan ki talash mein hai.

Story Beginning:

Ek din Ishita staff room mein apni classes ke baad baithi hoti hai. Tabhi Aslam ko naye PT teacher ke roop mein introduce kiya jata hai. Sab log uska swagat karte hain, lekin Aslam ki nazar staff room mein beti auraton par hoti hai. Uski nazar Ishita par tik jaati hai. Uske suljhe aur sharmile vyaktitva ko dekhte hue, Aslam usey fasane ka sochta hai, ye samajhte hue ki wo ek unmarried ladki hai.

Conversation 1:

Staff Room Scene

Aslam (dheere se): "Aap yahan ke senior teachers mein se hain na?"

Ishita (halka muskaan dete hue): "Ji, kai saalon se yahan hoon."

Aslam: "Aapko dekh kar toh lagta nahi... matlab, aap toh kaafi jawan lagti hain."

Ishita (sharmate hue): "Shukriya. Par meri betiyan mujhe jawan rehne ka mauka nahi deti."

Aslam (surprised): "Betiyan? Aap mazaak kar rahi hain, hai na?"

Ishita (halki hansi ke saath): "Nahi, sach. Do betiyan hain meri."

Aslam ki chaal:

Aslam apne charm ka istemal karta hai aur Ishita se baatein shuru karta hai. Wo usey halke-hulke tareefon aur casual touch ke zariye apne kareeb laata hai.

Ek din, jab Ishita apne pati ke saath hue jhagdon ke baad school aati hai, Aslam uske chahre par udaasi dekh leta hai.

Conversation 2:

School Campus

Aslam: "Aap theek toh hain na? Aaj kaafi udaas lag rahi hain."

Ishita (thoda chauk kar): "Nahi... bas thoda sar dukh raha tha."

Aslam (soft tone mein): "Aap mujhse baat kar sakti hain. Kabhi kabhi mann halka karna zaroori hota hai."

Ishita (dheere se): "Kya farak padta hai... ghar ki problems hain. Kisi se share karke kya hoga?"

Aslam: "Farak padta hai, Ishita ji. Shayad aapko pata nahi, par kabhi-kabhi ek ajeeb sa insaan bhi aapka sabse bada dost ban sakta hai."

Bechari Ishita Ka Vulnerability:

Ishita shuru mein Aslam ki baaton ko ignore karti hai, lekin dheere-dheere wo uske kareeb aane lagti hai. Uske tareefon aur saath ka asar us par hone lagta hai.

Ek school trip ke dauraan, bus mein baithe hue Aslam Ishita ke kareeb aata hai aur students ke beech Ishita ko chhedne ki koshish karta hai. Ishita sharmati hai, lekin chup rehti hai.

Conversation 3:

Bus Scene

Aslam (Ishita ke kareeb): "Aapka pati aapko kabhi appreciate karta hai?"

Ishita (muskaan dabaate hue): "Mujhe lagta hai aap zyada questions poochte hain."

Aslam: "Jo insaan itna khoobsurat ho, uska appreciation hona chahiye. Aap deserve karti hain."

Ishita (sharmate hue): "Aap galat baat kar rahe hain."

Aslam: "Galat ya sahi toh tab hota hai, jab insaan samajhe. Abhi toh bas main jo feel karta hoon, woh bol raha hoon."

Climactic Scene:

Ek raat school ke ground mein, jab parents late ho jaate hain, Aslam Ishita ko kone mein le jaata hai. Uska pati usse phone pe daant raha hota hai, aur wo Aslam ki baaton mein aakar uske kareeb aa jaati hai. Aslam usey apne moh ka shikar banata hai.

Ye kahani ek shikshit aurat ki vulnerability ko dikhati hai, jo apne dukhi jeevan se chhutkara paane ki koshish mein galat faisle le leti hai. Kahani samajhati hai ki emotional weakness ka fayda uthana ek bade sankat ka kaaran ban sakta hai.