Our Final Script: DASTAK

DASTAK

FADE IN:

EXT. NIGHT SKY – ESTABLISHING SHOT
The dark sky stretches endlessly. The moon hangs still, casting a faint glow. Silence.

INT. UNKNOWN LOCATION – BLACK MAGIC RITUAL
A dimly lit room. Shadows flicker across the walls from scattered candles.

CLOSE-UP: A PAIR OF HANDS move deliberately, performing a ritual.
A GROUP PHOTO lies on the floor, torn. Sara’s side is separated from the rest. Her face is circled in blood.
The hands set the torn picture on fire. Flames curl at the edges, consuming her image.

FLASH IMAGE: A hooded woman in side profile, chanting. Her voice is low, rhythmic, unsettling.

INT. SARA’S BEDROOM – NIGHT
Sara is asleep. Her face twitches. Her breathing is uneven. She shifts slightly, discomfort evident. Suddenly—her eyes snap open. She sits up abruptly, breathing hard. After a moment, she reaches for the glass of water on her nightstand. Her fingers tremble slightly as she drinks. Silence.

FADE TO BLACK.

EXT. STREET – DAY
Sara walks home, her camera bag slung over her shoulder. The street is quiet, only distant sounds in the background. She reaches her house, unlatches the gate, and steps inside.

INT. SARA’S ROOM – DAY
Sara enters, placing her camera on the table. She moves to the door and calls out without leaving her room.
SARA (loudly):
"Mom, I’m home!"
Silence. No response. She sits on her bed, opens her laptop, and begins scrolling through photos

SARA (muttering to herself):
"These turned out so good."
In the background, Ajeeb Daastan Hai Ye by Lata Mangeshkar plays softly. 

A KNOCK AT THE DOOR. Sara pauses for a second. She gets up, annoyed, and locks the door witho.ut saying anything. She sits on the sofa.
The song continues playing.

MUSIC GLITCHES—the music slows down unnaturally, the melody stretching and distorting. Sara notices. The song fades into silence.

A LOUD, AGGRESSIVE BANG ON THE DOOR. Sara’s face goes pale. Her breathing quickens. She slowly gets up, scared. She hesitates, then opens the door.

THE DOOR SWINGS OPEN—EMPTY HALLWAY. Nothing.
Sara steps back into her room.

CAMERA CLOSE-UP: Behind her, in the shadows, a black figure stands, holding a knife. She turns around.
JUMP SCARE – THE BLACK SHADOW STANDS RIGHT BEHIND HER.
SARA SCREAMS.
THE END.

*we used ChatGPT to help refine our ideas and structure the script, making the process smoother and more efficient*