Raghav ends the call. Throws the phone on the bed. Meera sits in the corner, legs pulled up, watching him.
Then—Meera’s laptop pings. A message from an unknown sender: “Journalist ne deal cancel kar di. Police ne trace kar liya. Ab sirf tum dono ho.”
Toh phir knife teri apni gardan mein dalwaega? Dekh, mere paas ek option hai: Tu mujhe andar jaane de. Varna do minute mein police pahunchegi. Mera informer network hotel ke andar hai.
Raghav is frozen. His hand moves slowly toward the glove compartment. Double-Cross--2024--Hindi-Uncut-Short-Films--10...
Ab nahi ruk sakta.
Meera stares. For the first time, she smiles—dangerously.
Just then—his phone vibrates. Meera’s message: “Bhai ko pata chal gaya. Javed ko bheja tha woh check karne. Tu abhi nikal.” Raghav ends the call
Tune kaha ki Bhai ko pata chal gaya? Kaise?
Tera last tab hoga jab Bhai bole. Tu double-cross karega toh… (pause) …chain se marega nahi, Raghav. Samjha?
A briefcase on the table. Inside: a black USB drive. Raghav grabs it, inserts a duplicate drive from his pocket. Swaps. Then—Meera’s laptop pings
Main bhi double-cross kar rahi hoon. Bhai ko maine tera location diya—galat location. Unke launde ab Andheri mein khade hain. Hum log Goa ki taraf nikal rahe hain. Par ek shart.
(low, tense) Nahi, Tahir bhai… maine bola na, woh delivery mera last tha. Ab main bahar.
Raghav smashes a lamp into Javed’s face. Javed collapses. Raghav runs. EXT. HOTEL BACK ALLEY – 3:10 AM Raghav bursts out the service exit. Rain pours. His car is there. He jumps in.