INT. ORPHANAGE – NIGHT – AHAAN'S TEMPORARY ROOM
Ahaan sits at an old wooden desk.
A single yellow lamp flickers. His laptop is open, and next to it — the letter.
He scans the writing with forensic focus.
Zooms in. Enhances strokes. Compares files.
His eyes narrow.
AHAAN (murmuring):
"Loop in the Y… spacing between lines…
It's hers.
But…"
He pulls out Mahi's old notebook from his drawer — something he had kept from years ago. Flips through the pages.
He holds the notebook beside the letter.
A pause.
His soldier eyes catch something most would miss.
AHAAN (softly):
"No… that's not her pressure points."
The slant is perfect.
The style is perfect.
But the pressure of the strokes — faked.
And suddenly, the letter doesn't scream goodbye anymore.
It screams forgery.
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INT. INTELLIGENCE BASE – MUMBAI – SAME NIGHT
HACKER TECH: Ahaan calls an old hacker contact through a secure line.
AHAAN (calm but deadly):
"Run this handwriting against file #4572 — Agent Mishri Singh's training doc."
HACKER:
"On it… Whoa. Wait."
AHAAN:
"What?"
HACKER (after a beat):
"94% match."
Silence.
AHAAN (coldly):
"Send me the report."
Click. End call.
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INT. ORPHANAGE BALCONY – LATER THAT NIGHT
The wind rustles Mahi's scarf as she waters the plants.
Far below in the garden, Ahaan walks silently back to his room — but doesn't look up at her.
She doesn't see him.
He sees everything.
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INT. AHAAN'S ROOM – MINUTES LATER
Ahaan dials.
ON PHONE SCREEN: MISHRI SINGH
He waits. One ring. Two. She picks up.
MISHRI (casual):
"Well, look who finally remembered I exist—"
AHAAN (calm):
"Come to Goa."
MISHRI (surprised):
"What?"
AHAAN:
"I'm giving you one chance, Mishri.
Pack your bags.
Get on the first flight."
MISHRI (laughs nervously):
"You sound intense. What's going on?"
AHAAN (cold, sharp):
"You'll find out when you get here.
And Mishri—"
(Silence. He softens the tone slightly — but it's laced with venom.)
AHAAN:
"If you lie to me again...
I'll know."
Click. Call ends.
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INT. MISHRI'S APARTMENT – NIGHT – MUMBAI
Mishri stares at the phone, suddenly pale.
She slowly lowers it…
And realizes:
He knows.
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INT. ORPHANAGE ROOFTOP – LATE NIGHT
Ahaan stands under the stars, fists resting on the stone ledge.
From behind, laughter of children faintly echoes.
Mahi's voice can be heard in the distance, soft, warm, innocent.
But he doesn't turn around.
He closes his eyes.
AHAAN (to himself):
"You loved me...
And I destroyed us…
Because I trusted the wrong soul."
His eyes open.
And this time — they burn with something new.
Not regret.
Not pain.
But purpose.