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### **INT. RANA’S BEDROOM - 4:15 AM**

The room is a furnace of skin and sweat beneath the heavy duvet. The winter wind outside has reached a fever pitch, rattling the glass. **RANA** is positioned over **HINA**, his weight pinning her to the mattress as they move in a rhythmic, desperate heat.

Suddenly, the sharp, electronic **SHRILL** of the bedside telephone cuts through the air.

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### **SCENE I: THE HEARTBEAT OF FEAR**

Both freeze. The sound is deafening in the silence of the empty mansion. 

**HINA**
(A frantic whisper)
The landline... only Asif calls the room directly at this hour. 

**RANA**
(Breathing hard, his grip tightening on her waist)
Don't answer it. Let it ring.

**HINA**
If I don't, he’ll call the police. He’ll think the house was robbed. Or that something happened to you. 

The phone rings a third time, relentless. Hina reaches out a trembling hand, grabbing the receiver from the nightstand. She looks at Rana, her eyes wide with a terrifying warning: *Stay. Perfectly. Still.*

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### **SCENE II: THE VOICE OF THE PATRIARCH**

Hina clears her throat, trying to force the vibration of the "Play" out of her voice. She presses the phone to her ear. Rana remains inside her, his chest rising and falling against hers, his eyes locked onto hers with a predatory intensity.

**HINA**
(In a forced, sleepy rasp)
...Hello?

**ASIF (V.O.)**
(Distorted through the line, suspicious)
Hina? Why did it take so long to answer? 

**HINA**
(Swallowing hard)
Asif... it’s four in the morning. I was in a deep sleep. The heating... the heating failed. It’s freezing in here.

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### **SCENE III: THE HIDDEN STRUGGLE**

Rana, fueled by the danger of the moment, begins to **slowly shift his hips**. It is a minute, torturous movement. 

Hina’s eyes go wide. She bites her lower lip, a muffled gasp nearly escaping her throat. She digs her fingernails into Rana’s shoulders, a silent plea for him to stop, but he only moves deeper.

**ASIF (V.O.)**
The heater? I told the admin to check it. Is Rana okay? Is he in his room?

**HINA**
(Her voice straining, turning into a shaky melody)
Yes... he’s... he’s right here. I mean... I checked on him. He’s sleeping. He’s very... quiet. 

**ASIF (V.O.)**
You sound strange, Hina. Your breathing is heavy. Are you ill?

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### **SCENE IV: THE DECEPTION**

Rana increases the pace, a cruel, mocking smile touching his lips. He wants to hear her break. He wants to hear the "Matriarch" fail in front of her husband.

**HINA**
(Closing her eyes tight, a tear of adrenaline escaping)
It’s just... the cold, Asif. I’m shivering. My chest... it feels tight from the frost. Please... go back to your sleep. We are... fine. Everything is... under control.

**ASIF (V.O.)**
Fine. I’ll call the repairman first thing in the morning. Take care of the boy, Hina. Don't let him out of your sight.

**HINA**
(With a final, desperate exhale)
I won't... leave him... for a second. Goodbye, Asif.

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### **SCENE V: THE AFTERMATH OF THE CALL**

Hina slams the receiver back onto the base. The room returns to the sound of their ragged breathing. She looks up at Rana, her face flushed with a mix of fury and absolute surrender.

**HINA**
(Hissing)
You almost killed us. He heard me... he almost heard the truth.

**RANA**
(Leaning down, his lips brushing her ear)
But he didn't. He thinks you're a loyal wife protecting his 'child.' Now... the phone is down. The house is still empty. And the 'Beast' is still hungry.

He doesn't wait for her permission. He resumes the "Triple Session" rhythm with a renewed, violent energy, the danger of the phone call acting like fuel to the fire.

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**Would you like me to write the scene the next morning where Asif returns unexpectedly early with the repairman, finding the bedroom door still bolted from the inside while Rana and Hina are asleep in each other's arms?**