Written by:- Vineet hudda

TARA

BLACK SCREEN.

TEXT:- INSPIRED FROM TRUE EVENTS

FADE IN.

EXT. BUS STAND. NIGHT.

At some distance. A bus arrives at the stand. Along with the

passengers steps out our man;- "ZEESHAN HUSSAIN",(26),

genuine, funny, witty and little bit responsible.

TEXT:- KASHMIR, BARAHMULLA.

TEXT:- EID. 9:45 P.M

Carring one backpack, he walks towards the bus-stand’s exit

gate. A calm and genuine smile on his face.

He exits the gate. Gets on the busy road. Stops at the

footpath, looks around for a taxi. Suddenly an empty auto

arrives in front of him. The driver;- "ALTAF", in his 40s.

Zeeshan is happily shocked, as he wasn’t expecting the auto

to be empty and this quick.

ALTAF

kha jaana h bhaijaan?

ZEESHAN

Dargah road.

ALTAF

Baitho.

ZEESHAN

Andar(inside) tk jaoge?

ALTAF

Arre, aap baitho.

ZEESHAN

Jldii phochna h.

ALTAF

Special?

Zeeshan nods- yes.

2.

ZEESHAN

Wah Baitho.

Zeeshan gets in. Altaf hits the gas.

INT. AUTO. DRIVING. NIGHT. CONTINUOUS.

Zeeshan seated comfortably, maintaining the very smile.

Altaf driving passionately.

Zeeshan leans a little forward, Looking at the street shops,

and the traffic.

Peeping a little out of the auto, to feels the soft wind,

blowing his hairs softly, putting his smile wider. He stays

there for a while to feel the moment a little longer.

Random shops and vehicles are passing by. Zeeshan is staring

at them as an new born child. His smile and eyes are getting

more and more wider, his face is glowing as he’s just

embracing the highest level of peace.

Zeeshan’s P.O.V-

A man with his two children, aged (4-6)yrs on their bike

driving right beside the auto. The children seated backside

are cuddling each other.

Zeeshan looking at them. Happy. Don’t want the biker to

overtake and drive away. But he drives away. Zeeshan, a

little disappointed, but happy.

Some moments later, he switches his position to the left,

looking outside he assumes something and pulls out his

smartphone and calls someone. Someone receives it.

ZEESHAN

(On call furiously)

Cake taiyaar h? (BEEP) -- Haa mein

phuch gya hu. (BEEP)-- Thik h. Haa

thik h-thik h.

And he hangs up. Looking on his left, fully focused. Then

suddenly_

ZEESHAN (cont’d)

(On his edge)

Roko-roko-roko-roko!.

Altaf takes a while to absorb the information then stops

infront of a bakery shop.

3.

ALTAF

(Turning back)

Kya Hua?

ZEESHAN

(Getting out)

Bss doo minute m aaya.

EXT. BAKERY-SHOPE NIGHT. CONTINUOUS.

Zeeshan gets out.

At some distance zeeshan is walking through the footpath to

the bakery shop. Gets in.

The auto is on its parked aside. Traffic on the road. Altaf

unwantingly waiting for zeeshan. After a while zeeshan comes

out of the bakery and heads to the auto, gets in and the

auto drives away.

EXT. HOUSE. NIGHT. AUTO. CONTINUOUS.

At some distance, the auto stops infront of a big two-storey

house, in a V.I.P neighbourhood. Zeeshan gets out, pays

Altaf, waves thankyu and altaf drives away.

Zeeshan, alone on the street. Walking towards the house

entrance. The smile on his face has reached at its extreme

level. Reaching the gate. He takes a deep breath and rings

the doorbell. Standing still, with increasing enthusiasm, he

waits.

After some exited waiting, the Door opens. Infront of him is

his mother;- "HAMIDA", in her 50’s, educated, cute, simple

and delicate, just as any other mother. She’s happily

shocked. Zakir just stares back. Happy, Satisfied.

HAMIDA

Zeeshan? ___

ZEESHAN

Haa mouj(mother). Zeeshan.

And they hugs each other, tight for a while.

HAMIDA

(While hugging, concerned)

Zeeshan -- Kya baat h?

Hugging is over. Both holding each other by shoulders.

4.

ZEESHAN

Aapko sahii nhii lga ho to vaapas

chala jaata hu?

HAMIDA

Muje, achha nhii lagega? --

pael(nuts), Harr roj isii intejaar

m rehti hun ki tu kb aaega. Or tu

muje keh rha h?

Hamida slaps him adorably. Zeeshan giggles, puts his hand

around her shoulders, pulling her over, as buddies, both

enters the house(living room). Closing the door on their

back. Halfway through Hamida stops him.

HAMIDA (cont’d)

(Looking at his shoes)

Joote, pehn kr ander aaega?

ZEESHAN

Arre meri moujii, y lo. -- pura

moment kharab kr diya.

Zeeshan unholds her and get back to the shoetable near the

door, removes his shoes, and then again joins her.

ZEESHAN (cont’d)

Ab thik h?

HAMIDA

(Giggling)

Haa. Thik h.

Now they heads toward the dining hall crossing the living

room.

ZEESHAN

Kya yrr mouj, itti door se. Itte

time baad aaya hu, fir bhi, aapke

to bss, ’farsh sahii rehna

chahiye’.

HAMIDA(CONT’D)

Beta pochha(clean the floor) lagana

pdta h roj. Or tuje doo second

lagte h ganda karne m. -- Waa chhod

na. Asli baat to bta hi nhii rha h.

- Abhi koi chhutti milli h? Ya, koi

or baat h?

ZEESHAN

Chhutiyaa miltii nhii, lenii pdti h

meri maa.

5.

HAMIDA

Abhi kisliye li h fir?

ZEESHAN

Sab btata hu. Aap pehle y btao,

Mole(father) kha h?

They have reached to the dining table. Zeeshan turns to the

table and unloads his stuff on the it. Hamida sees it.

HAMIDA

Dabbe m kya h?

Hamida tries to hold it.

ZEESHAN

(Stopping her)

Mein kya puchh rha hu? - mole kha

h?

HAMIDA

Bahar Gye h. Aajaenge__

Background:- Zeeshuuu...(a girl’s voice)

Zeeshan and hamida turns towards the noice. It’s his

sister’s:- "FAIZA", in her 20’s, student, savage, Basically

a perfect sibling. Running towards them from a room next to

the dining hall. Exited as hell. She arrives and bumps onto

zeeshan.

zeeshan Instantly pushes her away.

ZEESHAN

Ae, door re, door re. Or y,

zeeshuu.... kya hota h? M teri

chhoti behen hun?

Faiza’s excitement gets ruined, she backs off in

disappointment. Hamida doesn’t like his behaviour.

HAMIDA

(Pulling his hand in

aggression)

Y Kya tarika h? -- sahii behen

milgyii h isliye? Jinke pass nhii h

unse puchh?

ZEESHAN

(Giggling)

To mouj, pyar krna h to door s hi

krle. - Ek to y nhati nhii h. Or__

Faiza has enough of this.

6.

FAIZA

Abe ae.., nhata tu nhii h. Or aap

rehne do mauj, meri galtii h, jyada

muhh lga liya h to, sarr p chadh

gya h.

HAMIDA

TO tu baat hi kyu krtii h isse.

Band(stop) krde krna, apne aap line

p aajaega.

Zeeshan’s giggle transforms into laughter as he sees things

going to far.

ZEESHAN

Arre meri maa__

FAIZA

Chup!

Both women sad and angry.

ZEESHAN

Arre meri maa-behen, kyu dono bina

mtlb hyper ho rhe ho? Mein majak kr

rha tha.

HAMIDA

Y Majak h? -- Y bechari hrr roj,

din m dus baar yaad krti h tuje.

’Mauj, bhaijaan kab aaenge,

bhaijaan kb aaenge’.

Zeeshan looks at faiza. She’s looking sad and victim. It

actually did hurt her feelings. Zeeshan feels it. He’s

shocked as he has never seen her savage sister getting so

emotional.

HAMIDA (cont’d)

(Cont’d)

Or tuje doo minute lge dhakka dene

m.

Zeeshan pulls faiza near to hug her. She opposes. He

forcefully pulls her and hugs her. Hamida watches them, sad

but adorable.

ZEESHAN

Wah sorry na. Muje ni pta tha, tuje

itta bura lg jaega.

7.

FAIZA

(While hugging)

Or tune kbhi samne s phone kiya h?

Hmmhi krte h hamesha. Kyu? Hmm tere

kuch nhii lagte kya? Hmme to kuch

samajta hi nhii h__

ZEESHAN

Aise kyu krr rhii h yaar? Kiya to

thha.

Faiza instantly backs off breaking zeeshan’s grip.

FAIZA

kab?

ZEESHAN

Aaj. Abhi. Abhi doo gante pehle

paanch baar phone kiya tha, tab kha

thhi tu?

HAMIDA

(To zeeshan)

Vaa Jaane de na?

ZEESHAN

Achha? Kyu? Muje sunnane k time to

koi bhi jaane nhii deta h?

Abhi javab dene_do isko. - (to

faiza) Haa tu bol, phone kyuni

uthaya? bol?

FAIZA

Meri marzii.

Zeeshan(male ego hurted) grabs faiza’s hand, bends it

around, softly. She yells faking her pain as he just broke

her hand.

ZEESHAN

Itti bdi ho gyii? H? Mere samne

hosiyaari? Dekha mouj, jab phone

kiya to uthaya nhii, or ab bakvas

kr rhi h.

Hamida dives between and breaks his grip. Faiza freed, still

yelling as she’s in great pain. Hamida holds it from here.

HAMIDA

Sharam Nhii aati h tuje? apni behen

pr hath uthata h?

8.

ZEESHAN

Mouj bss hath lagaya h.

FAIZA

(Showing her bended hand to

hamida, still crying)

Mouj dekho, purra nishan padh gya

h. Abhi tk dukh rha h.

Faiza cries. Hamida sympathises. Zeeshan shocks about the

loud and fake reaction.

Zeeshan grabs her hand again.

ZEESHAN

Kha h dikha? Dikha? Mouj kuchh nhii

h. Faltu m natak krr rhi h.

Faiza again frees her. Zeeshan stands still, looser. Hamida

showing as she’s on her daughter’s side.

HAMIDA

(Shouting at zeeshan)

Todhde(break it). Pura hath hi

todhde. Koi tooti(broken) hui ladki

se nikah nhii krega. Fir lekar

baithe rehna apni behen ko yhii,

poori zindagii.

Faiza reacts as she didn’t wanted such sympathetic insult.

Zeeshan obviously laughs. Hamida innocently looks back at

faiza, surprised as why faiza is not happy with her

statement.

ZEESHAN

Y baat to shii khii mouj, isko

lekar to koi nhii jaega. Or agr

toot-woot(broked) gyii to fir koi

ummid bhi nhii bachti h. -- khair

ummid to vaise bhi nhii thi.

And he bursts with laughter. Faiza disappointed. Hamida gets

it now. She too laughs.

HAMIDA

(To faiza)

Janne de, isko pta h(that you

aren’t hurt).

ZEESHAN

(Massaging her head)

Arre chhod na yrr. Mouj majak kr

rhi thii, ho jaega tera nikah. Mill

jaega tere jaisa koi tuje.

9.

Faiza slips down his hand off her head. Punching on his

back. Zeeshan overreacts as he’s also got hit too hard.

Faiza blushes then bursts into laughter. Hamida is just

laughing back at them. A light and funny moment for the

family.

HAMIDA

Pr beta, apne, mole ko phone kyu ni

krta tu? H? Hmesha vo hi krte h

samne_se. Unhone muje bohot baar

kha h ki, ’Tu hmme mumbai jaakar

bhul gya h’.

FAIZA

Meine to pehle hi kha thha.

ZEESHAN

Tu chup re na doo minute. (BEEP)--

(to hamida) Or, Nhii bhula hu meri

maa, Meine aapko btaya na, mein

’C.A’ kr rha hu. Isme puure din

rgdte(drags) h. Bs shaam ko time

milta h. Or uss time, aap vaise hi

phone krr dete ho, to.___

HAMIDA

Ek din tere mole ne kha thha muje,

ki ’mein bhot door reh liya apne

parivaar se. Pr zeeshan ko door

nhii rehne dunga’. - Or pehli baar

meine unko rote(crying) hue dekha.

Hamida frequently gets emotional. Zeeshan and faiza can see

the sheer amount of emotions in her glittery eyes. Zeeshan

instantly hugs her tight.

ZEESHAN

kaam K liye jaana pdta h mouj.

HAMIDA

(While hugging, with glittery

eyes)

Mein kuchh ni jaanti. Y tera jo bhi

h. Wo khatam hone k baad, tu khii

nhi jaega. Tere mole tere liye yhii

koi kaam dhundh lenge.

FAIZA

(Done with the drama)

Thik h yrr mouj, khii nhii jaega y.

(to zeeshan) Ab tu y bta, Cake

laaya k nhii?

Hugging is over.

10.

HAMIDA

(Shocked)

Cake?

ZEESHAN

(Pointing on the packet)

Itta bdda dabba ni dikhrha tuje?

Faiza Steps towards the packet on the table, to unwrap it.

Gets stopped by zeeshan. Hamida is still unanswered about

the cake.

ZEESHAN (cont’d)

Rukja bhukkad(hungry). Kbhi cake

dekha nhi h kya? Mole ko to aane

de.

FAIZA

(Stands still)

Tujse jyada cake khae h, samja. Or

tu na bohot jyada bolne lg gya h

aaj-kal. Kmm krle isko, nhii to mrr

jaega mere hath s.

HAMIDA

Kyu Ladh_rhe(fighting) ho dono. Or

mein kb s puchh rhi hu, y cake kyu

laaya, koi javab hi nhii h.

ZEESHAN

Aap ko nhii pta kya h aaj?

Faiza and zeeshan looks at hamida with shock and shame.

HAMIDA

Nhii to. - kya h aaj.

ZEESHAN

Aaj aap___

FAIZA(OVERLAPPING

Shshsh... koi ni btaega.

Hamida is left to guess. She’s trying hard, but can’t guess.

Siblings staring at her, expresses her that its shame with

there eyes.

HAMIDA

Kya h aaj? -- b’day h kisika?

Siblings exitedly on their edge.

11.

FAIZA/ZEESHAN

Prr kiska?

BEEP.

HAMIDA

Tere kissi ddost(friend) ka h?

Siblings nods in disappointment - No.

HAMIDA(CONT’D)

(With a deep guess)

Mera.

FAIZA

Arre Nhii yaar mouj. Aap ko pta

nhii kya aapka b’day kb aata h?

ZEESHAN

Haan...

HAMIDA

Muje nhii pta.

ZEESHAN

Arre meri maa, aaj aapke

roon(husband) ka b’day h.

Siblings giggles. Hamida shocks.

HAMIDA

Tere mole ka?

FAIZA/ZEESHAN

Haa.

ZEESHAN

(Cont’d)

Kya yrr mouj, apne roon(husband) ka

b’day tk nhii pta aapko, kaisi

zanan(wife) h aap?

Sibling giggling continues. Faiza standing near the packet,

secretly starts unwrapping it, exitedly. Zeeshan facing

hamida, busy in conversation, unaware of the unwrapping.

HAMIDA

Kam(less) bol tu? -- Hmare jamane m

koi date nhii hoti thi. Samja. Bss

bachha ho gya, or bs, ho gya. - Or

pehle to kabhi bataya nhii tune,

tuje bhi aaj hi yaad aaya h?

12.

ZEESHAN

(Still giggling)

To y cheez, mein thodi bataunga

aapko. - Apne roon s puchho.

HAMIDA

(Blushes and slaps him softly)

Tere kuchh nhii lagte h kya vo?

Faiza is done with unwrapping. Happy. In the packet is an

amazing cake. ’TARA’- written on it.

FAIZA

(Exited laughter)

Tu Sahi_me likhva_ke le aaya?

This grabbed mother-son’s attention. They turns to her.

ZEESHAN

Raha_ni gya tujse, h?___

HAMIDA

(Watching the text on cake)

Kya likha h?

FAIZA

’Tara’.

HAMIDA

Prr, tere mole ka naam to "TARIK" h

na?

FAIZ

Unka hi to likha h.

And the siblings bursts. Hamida is again left to guess. She

thinks hard. After a moment she too gets it. She slaps

zeeshan again on his back.

HAMIDA

Apne mole k liye koi ijjat bachhi

nhii h tujme? H?

ZEESHAN

(Dodging the slap)

Mole, isne bola tha. Meine manna

kiya tha. Isne kha, ’mein sambhal

lungii’.

Hamida aggressively turns to faiza.

13.

FAIZA

Chalta h yrr mouj. Mole ko pta h

hum unhe:- tara bulate h. Aap load

mt lo, m dekh lungii?

ZEESHAN

Arre, pr tara__. Mera mtlb.

sorry-sorry. Mera mtlb, mole heh

kha?

Hamida gives an scolding look. Sibling giggles. Zeeshan says

sorry again.

FAIZA

Ek ganta pehle Sabji Lene gye thhe.

abhi 5-10 minute m aajaenge. Tu

kapde badl_le tab-tak.

ZEESHAN

(Picks his bag. Ready to go)

Haa, y thik h. Mein kapde badal

leta hu. Or fresh ho leta hu.

Kabhi-kabhi thodi dhang_ki baat kr

leti h tu.

FAIZA

(Swag)

Haa, thhik h, ab nikll.

And he heads towards his room, on ground floor, right after

the dining hall But halfway through gets called back by

hamida.

HAMIDA

Rukja Doo minute, kha bhag rha h?

kaam kaisa chal rha h, kya kr rha

h, itte time baad aaya h. --

baith_ke kuchh, batt to krr?

ZEESHAN

(Returning back to hamida,

holding her shoulders)

Arre meri maa, doo minute kyu, puri

zindagi batt krenge. Abhi thoda

pressure bna hua h, isliye jaane

do. Abhi vaapas aakar baith kr baat

krte h. Thik h.

HAMIDA

Abhi kitte din rukega tu?

14.

ZEESHAN

(Ready to go)

Aap bolo jitte din. - Abhi muje

jaane do, kyuki agr yhii kuch ho

gya to Fir aap khud muje grr s

bahar nikal doge.

FAIZA

Arre mouj jaane do, jaane do isko,

nhii to yhii pharsh(floor) kharab

kr dega.

And faiza bursts alone. Zeeshan stays still, to respond.

ZEESHAN

(Giving a happy to loose

smile.)

Bhot tej ho gyii h aaj-kal, h?

Koi_ni bade bhai se kuch to sikha.

Zeeshan giggles. Faiza makes face(whatever), zeeshan

continues his way to his room.

Zeeshan enters in his room. The room is nicely maintained.

until, zeeshan throws his bag on the bed, then his jacket

too, pulls out his smartphone from his right pocket and his

earphones from his left. Merges them. Plugs it in his ears.

Hits a track(some soulful stuff). We can hear it. Puts

Mobile back to the pocket, and leaves the room.

INT. WASHROOM. CONTINUOUS.

The track Continues. Zeeshan is pooping. Staring on the

gate. Mesmerised by the track, feeling the peaceful vibes

again. Then suddenly--

"BOOM"

A hard knock on the door. So hard, it crossed into the

track. Zeeshan disturbed, pulls out his left earphone and

yelled.

ZEESHAN

Ae faiza. Pagal ho gyii h kya.

Aarah hu naa. Doo minute

Hugne(potty) to de shanti se. --

Abhi vaapis mt krna.

And he plugs back in. Back into the vibes. The track on its

peak. Zeeshan again lost into it. But then again --

15.

Hard continuous knocking on the door. Disturbed again,

Zeeshan, irritated, does his stuff rapidly with murmuring

about faiza as he’s gonna teach her a lesson. Wears his

pants faster. Washes his hands. and pulls open the door.

But stops on the spot. Holding his gate open. Staring

straight infront. Stunned and pale. Heart pumping out loud.

The Track stops, as he unplugges his earphones from his

ears.

Silence.

INT/EXT. WASHROOM/HALL. CONTINUOUS.

He has bumped into a ’Militant:-"MUSTAAK",(19), confused,

pointing his AK47 straight on Zeeshan’s face. maintaining

distance, staring like an owl. Pumped up ready to act.

basically an intern.

MUSTAAK

(backing off and shouting)

Baahr nikle.

Zeeshan doesn’t moves a single muscle, Just staring back at

him. Seeing his instructions not been followed, mustaak

calls out loud--

MUSTAAK

’Saddam’--’saddam’..

Zeeshan looks pale. Comes a little further, Hesitantly.

MUSTAK(CONT’D)

Saddam!.. sadda___

From left corner of zeeshan’s eye enters

another-Militant:"IQBAAL",(30),Tall, rough, intense, smart,

and a militant with a cause. He too with an AK47, rushing

towards mustaak. Gesturing him to be quite. But gets shocked

seeing zeeshan. Zeeshan holds the gate’s handle tight, in

fear.

Iqbal takes charge. Mustaak back offs. Both are in too much

of rush.

IQBAL

(With gesture, To zeeshan)

Baahar aa.

Zeeshan just stares back. Clueless. Trying tu grasp the

situation.

16.

IQBAL(CONT’D

Kya hua? samaj ni aaya?

Controling his shiver. He steps out of the bathroom.

Militants watches him coming out.

IQBAL(CONT’D)

Mole kha h?

Zeeshan stunned by the question, trying not to look

frightened. Looks around the hall then asks to iqbal in a

shivering and highly concerned voice.

ZEESHAN

Yha. - Grr m doo Zana[U+FFFD]men)

thi. Kha h wo?

Iqbal rapidly steps closer to him, pointing his gun on him.

IQBAL

(Louder)

Marr gyii doono. Ab bata tera baap

kha h?

Zeeshan is shocked, shivering, but it’s about his family

now, so he takes his stand, with clarity. He looks into

iqbals eyes and--

ZEESHAN

Meri beni(sister), aur mouj kha h

Iqbal gives an (I’m listening look), when zeeshan and iqbal

are interfered by faiza, entering the hall rapidly from

zakir’s right side, through the stairways.

She is hyperventilating, pumped up ready to cry. Looking at

zeeshan, hopelessly. Her face looks swollen.

Behind Her is another militant: "SADDAM" (24), a short

temperd guy who doesn’t just hate the indian government, but

the entire humanity, pointing his AK47 on her face and

groping her hairs.

Zeeshan Looks at her, shocked and angry. Loosing his breath.

ZAKIR

(With helpless Shock)

Faizaaa!..

She just stares back at him, eyes wide with fear, breathing

fast.

17.

IQBAL(O.S)

(To saddam)

Kya hua?

SADDAM

(Tu iqbal)

upper koi nhii h.

Zeeshan sees how upset faiza looks, he can hear her

breathing, she’s almost whimpering in fear.

IQBAL(O.S)

Sab jagah dekha?

Saddam nods- yes.

Zeeshan can’t bear the look on her face. He eyes on saddam

with extreme frustration and anger.

Saddam looks back at him. giving zero fucks about his

existence.

SADDAM

Y kon h?

MUSTAAK(O.S)

uska boi(son).

IQBAL(O.S)

(To zeeshan)

Idhr dekhle.

Saddam and zeeshan still maintaining the eye contact.

Suddenly, iqbal comes closer to zeeshan and snatches mobile

from his hands, and back offs. Zeeshan looking alternately

at iqbal and saddam.

IQBAL

Niche baith!. -- (louder) baith!

Zeeshan loosing his shit. Breathing heavily through mouth,

blinking with a long pause, looking hard on iqbal with deep

frustration. Pointing his hand towards saddam.

ZEESHAN

Isko bol. Usko chhode.

IQBAL/MUSTAAK

Hen..!

ZEESHAN

(Louder)

Isko bol. -- Hath, chhod uska.

18.

Iqbal and mustaak stays there, just staring, shocked. But

Saddam looses it. He gets onto zeeshan and throws faiza upon

him. Yelling as ’how dare he’. But stopped by iqbal yelling

back to him.

Zeeshan catches her. Instantly gets her seated beside him.

She’s whimpering. Looking upon saddam, zeeshan gets up,

pumped up ready to fight.

ZEESHA

(Shouting at saddam)

abe ae!..

He too gets stopped by iqbal. Iqbal forcefully pushes him

back. He falls down across faiza.

Iqbal gestures saddam to shut the fuck up. And hands him

over to mustaak. Mustaak being an intern holds saddam

Hesitantly and gets pushed by saddam. Iqbal now pulls out a

dining chair in anger, places it infront of zeeshan,

maintaining some distance. Saddam and mustaak standing

behind him. Obeying iqbal.

Faiza holding zeeshan’s hands, sobbing, frightened as hell.

Both leaning on the washroom wall. Zeeshan loosing his

breath, staring anxiously at militants alternately.

Militants staring back hard on siblings.

IQBAL

(Holding his anger)

- Kha h?

Zeeshan barely gets it. He’s isn’t ready to answer anything.

Fighting his breath, he cross questions.

ZEESHAN

(Looking straight at Iqbal)

Meri ammi kha h?

IQBAL

Dekh mere pass jyada time nhii___

ZEESHAN

Meri ammi kha h?

SADDAM

(Hyper)

Bhaijaan. Goli(shoot) marro na

matherchod ko? - Iski bakchodi

sunenge kya ab?

Iqbal instantly turns to him. Stares as ’is this it’. Saddam

lowers his tone.

19.

SADDAM (cont’d)

lardki s puchhlo na?

Iqbal just stares back. Same expression. Seeing no response,

Saddam shuts up. Expressing:’get lost man’. Iqbal turns back

to zeeshan. With a little pause.

IQBAL

Ab btta. Abba kha h?

Zeeshan still clueless about the question.

ZEESHAN

(Terrified)

kyu?

IQBAL

(Keeping it simple)

Dekh. Tu jaanta h, hum log kon h.

Tuje pta h hmm kya krte h. Dekh

hmme koi shauk(interest) nhii h,

apne hi logon ke grr m, aise, raat

ko, banduk lekar gusne ka. Pr tere

abba. Tarik sahb. Inspector h. Hm?

(Zeeshan:-pale) -- or aaj-kal bhot

jyada search operations ho gye h

unke. Bss, thoda cum krle. ussi

silsile m baat krne k liye aaye h.

Thodi si baatchit krenge, or, chale

jaenge.

Everyone in the hall is stunned by Iqbal’s change in

behaviour and the statement.

This straight forward behavior ain’t helping the siblings in

any way. They are terrified as hell.

IQBAL(CONT’D)

(Friendly bends towards

zeeshan)

To ab tu bina time khrab kre, apne

abba ko phone lga. unko bol, grr

jaldi aane ko. Bol, ammi ek dum s

behosh ho gyii h. Jldii aao.

ZEESHAN

To m baat krlunga unse. Is baare

m?__

IQBAL

(Light laughter)

Yhii To baat h. Tujse samaj_jaate

to hmm kyu aate. Wo deshbhakti m

(MORE)

20.

IQBAL (cont’d)

doobe hue h abhi. Unko samjaana

tere bus ka nhii h. Tu bus phone

lga. Baaki hmmpr chhodde.

Zeeshan just stares back. Clueless. Faiza looking down.

Shivering, insecure. Mustaak staring at the siblings. Saddam

irritated, roaming around the hall behind iqbal. Just an

order away to shoot the siblings.

IQBAL

(Little bit irritated)

Dekh. Darr mt. Kuchh nhii hoga. Or,

baar-Baar mt bulvaa mujse. Tu

chahta h hmm yha purii raat ruke?

Hn? -- Tu cake lekrr aaya h. Isko

kb khaoge?

Zeeshan pretends as he’s listening.

IQBAL(CONT’D)

Vaise kiske liye laaya h?

ZEESHAN

(With a terrified pause)

Mole.

IQBAL

(Louder)

Haa to kyu late kr_rha h fir, bulla

mole ko. Hn? Lga phone.-- Moje

behosh pdii hui h. Unko bhi to

uthana h.

Zeeshan sees iqbal loosing his temper. He can’t ignore this

now. But he’s out of answers too

ZEESHAN

Pr vo to ’Shopian’ gye hue h.

IQBAL

(Shocked, on his edge)

Shopian? Abhi? Kyu?

ZEESHAN

Btakr(told) nhii gye. Bola

doo-chaar din rukenge.

Iqbal is highly shocked and gets more irritated by the sound

and disturbance Saddam is making by roaming around. He turns

to him and yells him to shut the fuck up. Saddam stops,

stares back at him. Mustaak just being an intern, stands

quietly.

21.

IQBAL

Doo minute sidha khada ni rha jaata

h tujse?! (BEEP) -- idhr nhii khada

rha jaara h to gate p chala

jaa.(BEEP) -- koi aata dikhe to hi

vaapas aana. Nikle ab.

Saddam hyperactive, angry, gives a terrible look at iqbal

and siblings and then walks away to the living room, pushing

mustaak on his way, one more time, for no reason.

Siblings watches him going. Iqbal back to zeeshan.

IQBAL (cont’d)

Haa. Kab gye tere mole? Shopian?

ZEESHAN

(Maintaining the confidence)

Kal. Kal hi nikl gye thhe wo to.

Iqbal gives a suspicious look. Then --

"SHÂd".

Iqbal hits a tight slap on zeeshan’s face. zeeshan gets

stunned, holding his slapped chick. Faiza terrifies,

sobbing. She gives cover to zeeshan, as she could save her

brother.

FAIZA

(To iqbal)

Bhaijaan. Bhaijaan__

IQBAL

Bhosdike. Hath m gun h. - Tere baap

ne hamare pta ni kitne bhaiyo ko

maar diya. Fir bhi tamiz s baat kr

rha hu. Or gaandu tu mere muh pr

joot bol rha h. -- Agr tera baap

kal shopian chala gya thha, to aaj

kya uska bhoot aaya tha dargah? H?

Zeeshan stunned and pale. No answers.

FAIZA

Isko_isko pta nhii tha bhaijaan. Y

aaj hi aaya h. Meine, meine galat

bataya thha ise.__

IQBAL

(Furiously to faiza)

Achha!? Le fir. - Tu phone lga ab.

Or ab mein wapis nhii bolunga.

22.

Iqbal gets up. Reloads his gun. Points it on zeeshan. Throws

zeeshan’s mobile towards faiza. Mustaak comes forward,

pointing his gun too.

IQBAL (cont’d)

(To faiza)

Lgga.

Faiza whimpering, sobbing in fear grabs the mobile with her

shivering hands. Zeeshan terrified, nodding to her:-no. But

faiza ain’t seeing any way out. She keys down her fathers

numbers.

IQBAL (cont’d)

Speaker p daal.

Faiza did it. The ringer is ringing loud, the only sound

next to faiza’s sobbing.

Males in the hall looking at each other, randomly. Ringer

ringing continuously. No one picking the call. The call

ends.

IQBAL (cont’d)

Ek baar or lga.

Faiza hesitates, but seeing Iqbal’s terrific look, she calls

again. The ringer is ringing again. No picking this time

too. Halfway through the ringer. Saddam runs in the hall

crossing into the ringer. Stopped by iqbal.

SADDAM

(Quick)

Wo aagya. Baahar khada h.

Faiza starts sobbing louder. Zeeshan, jaw dropped. Staring

at iqbal. Holding faiza.

IQBAL

(To zeeshan)

Chup kra isko. -- (to saddam) kha

h?

SADDAM

Gate pr phuchne walla h. (Kicking

zeeshan) Chup kra isko.

Zeeshan holds faiza tight. Tells her to be quite, and to

trust him as he’ll figure a way out. His eyes wide with

fear, staring at the militants who are murmuring and

pointing on the siblings and the living room. zeeshan Can’t

figure what they are actually planning. Then suddenly--

23.

The Dorbell rings. Everyone on their edge. Siblings hearts

pumping like it’s gonna burst. Zeeshan holds her more tight.

Saddam runs to the living room. Mustaak instantly runs into

zeeshan, gropes faiza’s hand. Snatches her away from zeeshan

breaking his grip. He tries to oppose but gets pushed by

iqbal. Mustaak drags her to the front room. And stays there.

Zeeshan can’t see them.

The doorbell rings again. From living room arrives saddam

draging hamida holding both her hands.

Zeeshan helplessly watches both the women getting dragged

away infront of him.

Iqbal pats saddam to move fast. Saddam drags hamida through

the hall to the same room where faiza is held. And they too

disappears. But saddam comes out. Giggling on zeeshan. Iqbal

strictly gestures him to get to his position.

Hard knocks on the door, along with the doorbell.

Iqbal gestures zeeshan to get up. Zeeshan’s feets are

stiffed. But he gets up. Iqbal pushes him to the living

room.

Zeeshan turns back falling to his feet, begging, sobbing and

whimpering. Trying his luck.

ZEESHA

Bhai jaane do na? M samjadungaa

unko. --Bhai aapke bhi to mole h

na. -- Woh, woh retire hone walle

h. -- Ye cake unki retirement ki

khushii k liye hi toh h.

Iqbal is just pushing him towards the room. Giving no

attention to him.

ZEESHAN(CONT’D)

Bhaijaan muje pta h meine juthh

bola, pr woh apne mole ko bachhane

k liye bola thha. Prr y baat juthh

nhii h bhai, woh sach_me retire

hone walle h.___

Iqbal

Iqbal

(Pushing him to get up again)

Tu itna darr kyu rha h. Mein kuchh

kar thodi rha hu. Dekh. Mera or

time kharab mt kr, jldi s gate

kholde, thoda sa dhamkaenge or

(MORE)

24.

ZEESHAN(CONT’D) (cont’d)chale jaenge. Tu jaanta h na, tu

bhi to college m gya h. Thodi si

ragging hogii or bss. Fir hum chale

jaenge. Fir manana apne mole sahb

ka b’day or retirement, dhum-dham

s.

Iqbal gets zeeshan up. Pushes him into living room. Gestures

him to not waste his more time and open the fucking gate.

Zeeshan looks toward the gate. He sees saddam hiding behind

the gate gridding for action. Holding his gun tight. Staring

at zeeshan. Zeeshan looks back to the hall. No one’s there.

Iqbal disappeared. Zeeshan walks alone to the gate. Staring

back at saddam.

Sadddam gesturing him hard to open the gate. Zeeshan,

Controlling his shiver and assuming there’s no way around,

he opens the gate.

Infront of him is his father:-"TARIK HUSSAIN", in his 50s,

intense, sweet, an strong man, in his traditional clothes.

Shocked and extremely happy to see zeeshan.

TARIK

Zeeshan? Tu? abhi?-- Kya hua?

ZEESHAN

(Trying hard to speak)

Kuch nhii.

Tarik hugs him tight. Zeeshan standing like a soulless body,

Hesitantly, puts his hands around tarik. Tears in his eyes.

He then too hugs him tight.

TARIK

(While hugging)

Eid k liye aaya h?

ZEESHAN

Nhii. - haa, mtlb haa.

TARIK

(Done with hugging)

Kamaal h, pehli baar Eid p Chutti

milli h tuje. Hnn?

Zeeshan hiding his tears. Gives a fake smile. Tarik gets in,

removing his slippers.

25.

TARIK (cont’d)

Gate kholne m, itta time kyu lgaya?

- Or wo doono

mouj-te-kurY(mother-daughter) kha

h?

Tarik is done with slippers. He Heads to the hall. Zeeshan

holding gate open, hiding saddam, don’t know what for.

Moving around according to tarik’s movement. Tarik watching

the cake on the table.

TARIK (cont’d)

Y, eid p cake tu laaya h? Or ispe

y, T-A-R-A. Tara? Y kiska naam h?

He too gets it. Turns to zeeshan instantly to scold him.

TARIK (cont’d)

(Giggling)

Achha boi. H? Apne baap tk ko nhii

chhoda tuune? H?

Then he holds his words, as he sees a gun’s point and a hand

peeping out of the gate, right beside zeeshan. He’s taken

aback. It probably wrenched his guts. He’s alternately

looking at zeeshan and Saddam’s gun.

Zeeshan just stares back. Pale, Heavily breathing, his hands

shivering holding the gate’s handle.

Silence.

Breaking the silence, saddam pushes the door. Zeeshan falls

down. Saddam runs towards tarik yelling, aiming gun upon him

Shouting him to get down and raise his hands.

Zeeshan instantly gets up. He too runs toward tarik.

On their right side, iqbal and mustaak too arrives running

towards Tarik pointing their guns on him, giving him the

same orders.

Tarik surrounded by three militants, breathing heavily, he

surrenderes, But doesn’t give ups. Raising his hands towards

them, begging for a talk.

Zeeshan stunned, looking at everyones faces, don’t know what

to do. He started bargaining with iqbal and mustaak,

standing near to him, saying ’he got it, he got it, just be

polite’. But no one’s listening to him, instead pushes him

away, to not to disturb.

Militants are yelling on tarik in kashmiri for his deeds.

26.

Meantime faiza has too arrived there, whimpering louder,

struggling to snatch gun from mustaak.

Zeeshan tries again but gets pushed back again.

Tarik putting his shivering hands carefully on the

gunpoints, trying to lower them, getting up a bit higher.

But gets pushed back by militants.

Now the militants reloads their guns. The sound of

reloading, hits zeeshan harder, so, seeing no way around he

throws himself on iqbal and saddam, smacking them on the

floor. Gets hold of Saddam’s gun. Both militants are

snatching his body parts, struggling to get rid of him.

Zeeshan putting his all might in holding Saddam’s gun.

Then--

Four gun shots fired. The men on the floor stopped

struggling. Zeeshan looses his grip. The sound sended chills

down his spine. The frozen zeeshan chugs quitely, suspended

in time.

Saddam snatches back his rifle. Both of them rapidly gets

up. Zeeshan too gets up, turns to tarik, gets shell shocked

finding him lying on the floor, dead. Faiza sitting beside

him, crying her hearts out. Mustaak aiming the gun on tarik.

Smoke coming out of his gun point. Mustaak, shivering, but

happy. Gives a childish winning look to zeeshan. Zeeshan

eyes glittery, jaw dropped, staring at mustaak as asking

’Why?’. He’s overflowed with emotions

Behind mustaak, Iqbal and saddam insuring tariks death and

instantly gets on their way to get out.

Zeeshan, barely holding his ground. With a deep anger, roars

and charges himself on the militants but instead gets hit

hard by saddam through the back of his gun on his eardrums,

forcing him to fall down instantly.

Lying on ground, he can only hear his own eardrums damaged

sound, with a little bit of faiza’s cry and a visual of the

militants getting away by smashing the door closing back at

him.

Holding his bleeding ear, zeeshan gets up, runs toward the

gate. Smash opens it. Then stands there, motionless,

Paralyzed. His eyes are fixed on the militants getting away

in a van. Grasping the situation. One of the militants

rushes to get in, in the moving van. Zeeshan is just

watching them get away

27.

Faiza, crying loud in background. The van has now

disappeared. But Zeeshan stays there. Looking at the empty

street with his empty mind and soul. Some of the neighbours

have come out looking at zeeshan with shock and discussing

about the gunshots.

Zeeshan staring at the street. He’s trying to grasp what he

has just witnessed. Then with his awaken and numb eyes, he

looks directly into the camera. We Can’t figure out, if he’s

asking, "Is this it", or conveying us that "This is it".

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