Screenplays · SAM Ruh

A Year Later

Two people who matter to each other — finding their way back to the same room after a year of absence, and the quiet understanding that some connections survive everything.

INT. Mariam's Apartment — Late Afternoon

Sunlight filters softly through sheer curtains, painting the room in warm, golden light. The apartment is quiet. Mariam stands by the window, gazing at the city below, lost in thought. A small stack of unopened letters sits on the table. Her cell phone blinks intermittently with notifications, reminding her of Sohan, with whom she talks at least once daily. Physical meetings have been rare, but today, something feels different. Suddenly, the doorbell rings. Mariam is surprised — she was not expecting anyone today.

Mariam moves about the room, still lost in thought. She invites Sohan to sit, and he does so quietly. Once a caffeine lover, Mariam now rarely drinks coffee or chai, except when someone offers. Today felt like a perfect day to indulge. She moves to the kitchen to prepare two steaming cups of coffee, the aroma filling the small apartment. Sohan follows. They are alone; her husband and children are out. The air is heavy with anticipation, nostalgia, and comfort.

They sit at the table, sipping coffee in companionable silence. The warmth of the cups and the memories settle around them. For a moment, they deliberately hold each other's hands over the coffee cups. Mariam feels the warmth, security, and comfort of Sohan's hand. It makes her feel like home — safe and protected, exactly what she has yearned for. The sensation overwhelms her slightly, and with a soft exhale, she gently pulls her hands back. The cups rest side by side, the closeness lingering, unspoken.

Silence falls. They sip their coffee. The city light fades. The quiet between them is full of memories, affection, and the weight of a relationship that has survived time, distance, and restraint.

The door opens as Mariam's husband, Sohail, enters. Their names share the same first syllable — a quiet reminder of life's little ironies.

Both look up at Sohail. Sohan smiles politely; Mariam smiles softly. The moment shifts from intimate to casual — normal friends gathering. Yet the bond between them lingers, unspoken and enduring. Some things never change even as time passes and rushes to the next episode in life. Some relationships are always meant to stay.

Screenplays · SAM Ruh

Bimal & Arundhathi

A rainy night, two people, and the impossible weight of loving someone whose openness you cannot contain — and cannot stop loving anyway.

INT. Living Room — Night

Rain taps softly against the windows. The room is dimly lit. Bimal sits on the couch, arms crossed, tense. Arundhathi stands near the window, brushing a curtain with her fingers, restless.

Arundhathi exhales, hesitant, glancing down for a moment.

Arundhathi reaches slowly for Bimal's hand, her voice softening.

Bimal looks at her, torn, his chest rising and falling with tension. He leans back slightly, running a hand through his hair.

Arundhathi's hand drops slowly. She swallows, eyes glistening. Silence fills the room. Only the rain taps against the window, echoing their quiet understanding.

Screenplays · SAM Ruh

Through the Night

Two sisters, one television, a flying cockroach, and a night that neither of them will ever fully forget — because some ordinary moments carry everything.

INT. Ruksana and Parween's Living Room — Night

The room is dimly lit by a single low-voltage bulb, casting flickering shadows. Two hard dining chairs face a BPL television. Election news scrolls continuously at the bottom of the screen. Ruksana (16), neat and touch-averse, sits upright. Parween (14), lively and mischievous, curls under a blanket, inching closer without touching.

The movie begins. Bright, cheerful music fills the room. About halfway through, the song "Khwab Ho Tum Ya" starts playing.

Nostalgic flashback: both dancing on the balcony as kids, laughing at their clumsy moves.

Movie pauses for a news update. Headlines scroll at the bottom.

Movie resumes. The low-voltage bulb flickers. Parween flinches as a cockroach flies past her face. She screams.

The final song plays. Sisters hum along, leaning slightly closer under the blanket. Nostalgia fills the room.

Movie ends. Credits roll. They tiptoe to their room as morning light creeps in. Mom's voice floats from the next room.

Sisters freeze, exchange guilty smiles, then quietly giggle, holding hands briefly.

The low-voltage bulb flickers once and steadies. Morning birds chirp outside. Nostalgia, love, and humour linger in the air.

Screenplays · SAM Ruh

Meeting Bachchan

An airport, a childhood that shows up unannounced, and the man who was the soundtrack of growing up — standing right there in the terminal.

INT. Airport — Day

SAM walks briskly through the terminal, dragging her small suitcase. Suddenly, she freezes. Her heart skips. Her eyes widen. There, seated calmly in a corner, is Amitabh Bachchan himself — older now, dignified, but unmistakable.

A rush of childhood memories hits her. She remembers sitting cross-legged on the living room floor, watching Sholay and Deewar and her favourite Zanjeer. Her family had adored him. Her father used to imitate his walk and his voice, humming "Kabhi Kabhi Mere Dil Mein." SAM had tried too — but her imitations were met with laughter and gentle teasing. She would still feel powerful just pretending to be Jay from Sholay.

She gathers courage and approaches him. Bachchan looks up, smiling warmly.

Bachchan chuckles softly, a glint of nostalgia in his eyes.

They both laugh. SAM sits opposite him, careful not to invade personal space, yet soaking in the moment.

The terminal hums with activity around them, but they are in their own little bubble. They talk for over an hour, swapping memories, laughing, and occasionally quoting old film scenes.

Bachchan leans forward slightly, lowering his voice with a conspiratorial smile.

Bachchan hands over a card with his number on it. SAM stands frozen.

The announcement for his flight echoes through the terminal. They both stand, shaking hands warmly. The weight of decades of admiration, nostalgia, and dreams lingers between them.

Bachchan walks toward his gate, dignified as ever. SAM watches, heart full, a lifetime of memories colliding with this one extraordinary moment. She whispers to herself: