Tere Bin~
1.
Inside the OT – Soft beeping of heart monitors. A lady doctor is wearing a surgical gown and mask, her gloved hands steady as she sutures a child’s arm with delicate precision
Nurses
Doctor, BP stable. Pulse holding
Unknown
Good. Let’s finish the internal stitches now… gently, We’re almost there (soft and focused)
Her hands move like poetry—calm, precise, and filled with care....Her eyes reflect no panic—only peace....
Unknown
Give me 4-0 vicryl…
Unknown
Okay, now close the fascia
Nurses
Surgery successful, ma’am. The child is safe
Unknown
Thank you, God… another life saved (smiling under her mask)
She exits the OT, removes her gloves, and walks toward the wash area. Outside, her colleague Dr. Neha joins her
Docter
You did it again, Dr. Bhavya. That was a complicated case
Bhavya Singh Rathore (FL)
Oh come on, it wasn’t that complicated. I just needed a little more patience than usual (giggles softly)
Docter
I was observing your technique… the way you stabilized the radial artery—it was beautiful
Bhavya Singh Rathore (FL)
Every stitch matters, Neha. These tiny hands… they trust us without even knowing us..(tilting her head with a gentle smile)
Docter
God, you make everything sound poetic!
Bhavya Singh Rathore (FL)
Maybe because for me… medicine isn’t just science. It’s a service.... A prayer with open eyes
Docter
Dr. Sweetheart singh rathore strikes again
Bhavya Singh Rathore (FL)
Oh stop! You’ll make me blush in front of these interns...
Docter
You really believe He listens, don’t you?
Bhavya Singh Rathore (FL)
⁉️
Bhavya Singh Rathore (FL)
Always. He listens when we treat people with love. He watches the intent… not the success rate...(sincerely)
Docter
Now I feel bad for skipping aarti last night (mock sighs)
Bhavya Singh Rathore (FL)
Then join me today. 6 PM sharp. Mandir visit before night rounds? (Teasing)
Docter
Deal. But only if you let me borrow that cute jhumka you wore last week
Bhavya Singh Rathore (FL)
Done! Now let’s check on our little hero in the recovery room....(laugh)
As they walk away chatting, soft laughter echoing in the sterile corridor, a storm quietly enters the hospital gates... but Bhavya doesn’t know yet, that fate is watching her too
mumma monster
Hey my little monsters....?
mumma monster
How are you people 🤌🏻
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I hope everyone is fine and well....
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See you there....👋🏻
2.
Evening. Behind an old temple near the ghat. The sun is setting, casting an eerie orange glow. A faint sound of temple bells echoes in the distance... but here? Only silence... and screams
Unknown
Kripya karke chhod dijiye… main toh sirf ek poojari hoon! (begging)
(Please let me go... I am just a worshipper)
Shaksham (ML)
Tu poojari hai… par tera beta? Usne kya soch ke mujhe dhoke dene ka socha?? ❄️ (lightning a cigar slowly)
Shaksham (ML)
(You are a worshipper... but what about your son? What did he think that made him deceive me?)
Unknown
Baccha hai sahab...usse samajh nahi thi—( shivering)
(He is a child sir....he didn't have knowledge--)
Shaksham (ML)
Galti toh tab hoti hai jab maafi ka haq ho… aur tu toh mujhe sirf ghin de raha hai ❄️ (interrupts, tone cold as ice)
Shaksham (ML)
(A mistake is when you deserve forgiveness… and you? You disgust me)
He kneels beside the trembling man, tilting his head like a curious predator
Shaksham (ML)
Tere mandir ke peeche khoon gira raha hoon… dekh, bhagwan ne abhi tak kuch nahi bola❄️
(I’m spilling blood behind your temple… see, your God is still silent)
Unknown
Yeh paap hai… tujhe narak milega!
(This is a sin… you’ll rot in hell!)
Shaksham (ML)
Main toh wahi se aaya hoon, Pandit❄️(grins darkly)
(I came from hell, Pandit.)
Suddenly, he pulls out a dagger from his boot. No hesitation. One clean slice across the throat. The sound of blood spilling into the pond drowns the cries
Shaksham (ML)
Main maafi pe nahi, sirf badle pe jeeta hoon… aur tere beta ka hisaab, tujhmein chukaya gaya❄️ (Murmuring, almost lovingly)
(I don’t live on forgiveness… only revenge. And your son’s price… paid in you.)
He stands up, wipes the blade slowly, and throws a matchstick into a pile of dry leaves nearby. Fire crackles. No fear. No guilt.
Pookies (bodyguard)
Kaam ho gaya, Boss (whispers)
(work is done, boss)
Shaksham (ML)
Hamesha yaad rakh… koi bhi uss naam se na khele jiske peeche maut khadi ho—Shaksham❄️ (eyes still on the body)
(Remember this always… never play with a name that has death standing behind it—Shaksham.)
As they walk away from the burning corpse… temple bells ring louder. Irony laughs
Shaksham's world—dark, dirty, merciless.
He’s not a hero. He’s pure danger...this scene make it clear why his name alone is enough to shake people.
Inside the temple, Bhavya is lighting a diya with her eyes closed, softly praying for peace
Bhavya Singh Rathore (FL)
Bhagwan... jahaan kahin dard hai, use sukoon de do.....(whisper)
(God… wherever there is pain, please send peace.)
She doesn’t know… that very pain is walking toward her fatefully
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3.
Evening. The temple aarti just ended. The soft glow of diyas, soft chanting fading. Bhavya holds her dupatta and walks out with her friend Neha, her face glowing peacefully
Bhavya Singh Rathore (FL)
Neha, I want to show you something... a place I visit when I’m overwhelmed.
Docter
More peaceful than this temple?😮
Bhavya Singh Rathore (FL)
Shh... trust me. Come with me 🤍 (smiling gently)
They take a narrow path that goes behind the temple—away from the lights, away from the people. Fireflies float. Wind rustles the peepal leaves.
Docter
It’s so quiet here… almost haunting (whispering)
Bhavya Singh Rathore (FL)
I call it..."God’s little back-corner... so peaceful" no noise, no rituals… just silence and the sound of the pond (holding her dupatta near chest)
They stop at the edge of the small pond. Bhavya kneels down, touches the water gently...
Bhavya Singh Rathore (FL)
Sometimes I feel… this water carries the temple’s blessings too...(Smiles softly)
Docter
It’s beautiful, but... strange. The soil looks disturbed. Like someone recently dug something? **observing surroundings**
Bhavya Singh Rathore (FL)
Maybe the gardener...? They usually clean near the banyan tree....**innocently said and giggles**
Bhavya Singh Rathore (FL)
You and your detective brain.
But unknown to them... just 30 minutes ago, blood had soaked that same ground. Shaksham’s men were swift. Pandit gone. Ashes scattered. Blade marks erased. Even the fire, controlled
Docter
Did you smell something burnt… just for a second?**still uneasy**
Bhavya Singh Rathore (FL)
Hmm? No… maybe your imagination. Come... let’s light a diya here too....**calmly**
Bhavya takes out a small matchbox and a single diya from her purse. She always carries one Places it by the pond, lights it.
Bhavya Singh Rathore (FL)
Jahaan andhera ho... wahan bhi roshni jalani chahiye....**softly to herself**
(Where there is darkness… light must reach there too.)
two girls sitting peacefully… where death danced moments ago
Bhavya and Neha sit quietly by the pond, a diya flickering gently on the edge
Docter
Something about this place feels... heavy....**soft voice**
Bhavya Singh Rathore (FL)
Sometimes peace also carries silence… and silence carries truth **smiles faintly**
Docter
You really believe that?
Bhavya Singh Rathore (FL)
Yes. This place... it's always been my escape. Maybe someone else’s too **nods slowly**
The soil is still faintly uneven. A breeze blows. The scent of burnt wood lingers, unnoticed
The girls stand, holding hands, and walk back toward the temple, their silhouettes framed against the orange sky
Unseen, untouched, unnoticed… the ghost of a crime sleeps beneath their footsteps
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