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Kapitel 65: ch-62

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Small Announcement:

The reason I haven't been uploading chapters lately is that I've been working on creating another book. I wanted to build up enough chapters for a mass release.

Book Name: I Only Act Villain

Genre: Showbiz, Slice of Life

I decided to write a showbiz novel because genuinely good ones are becoming as rare as diamonds these days. Many translations of Chinese showbiz novels leave much to be desired. They often feature protagonists who sleep with countless women, lack proper side character development, rely on one-man-show dynamics, and are full of repetitive face-slapping plots.

This novel is my way of satisfying my craving for a well-written showbiz story. I just hope you'll support this new book as much as you've supported Stuntman to Star Director.

It would be released tomorrow or day after tomorrow

Note: This is not meant to hate on anyone; it's just my personal opinion.

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It had been a week since the mother cat had given birth to her kittens, and the household had settled into a gentle rhythm. The mother cat seemed content, her kittens growing stronger and more active each day under Aryan's careful watch. The young boy had taken it upon himself to be their guardian, ensuring they were fed and warm. Suraj often found himself smiling at the sight of Aryan playing with the kittens or simply sitting by their side, his innocence shining through. It was moments like these that grounded Suraj amidst the chaos of his work at Mythic Productions.

At the office, Suraj had been hard at work, pouring his creativity and energy into writing scripts. Over the past six to eight months, his dream theater—the Origin of Unknown—had gifted him a wealth of stories. Each night, he was transported to alternate worlds, witnessing events and narratives that were sometimes inspiring, sometimes horrifying. Out of the countless stories he'd experienced, ten stood out as exceptional. These ten stories had left a deep impression on him, and he had worked tirelessly to adapt them into screenplays.

However, not all the stories in the dream theater were worth telling. Some were filled with vulgarity, senseless violence, or shallow plots—stories that Suraj had come to classify as "F-rank." These tales disturbed him deeply, not only because of their content but because he knew they were reflections of real events from alternate or parallel worlds. The thought of such corruption and depravity existing somewhere out there weighed heavily on him. For this reason, Suraj had begun avoiding such stories in the dream theater, focusing instead on the ones with depth, meaning, and potential to resonate with audiences.

Suraj often wondered if constantly immersing himself in these otherworldly stories might have a corrupting influence on him. But whenever doubt crept into his mind, he found solace in Aryan. His little brother's pure heart and unshakable innocence served as a balm for Suraj's soul. No matter how dark the stories he encountered, Aryan's presence reminded him of the goodness in the world.

At Mythic Productions, Suraj was now reviewing the ten completed scripts. Each one was a gem, crafted with care and precision. The stories ranged from gripping thrillers to heartwarming dramas, each rooted in the human experience yet tinged with the extraordinary. Suraj had been meticulous in ensuring the scripts adhered to realistic physics and logic—no over-the-top car stunts defying gravity, no nonsensical plot twists. He wanted the stories to feel authentic, even when they ventured into the fantastical.

To protect his hard work, Suraj had approached Kunal, his uncle and trusted ally, to help copyright the scripts. Kunal had readily agreed, but when he sat down to read them, he was stunned. One by one, he devoured the scripts, his astonishment growing with each page.

"These are incredible," Kunal said to Suraj, setting the last script down with a mix of awe and disbelief. "If any of the top production houses got even a whiff of these, they'd stop at nothing to get their hands on them. These aren't just scripts—they're goldmines."

Suraj grinned, feeling a sense of pride but also caution. "That's why I want them copyrighted immediately. I can't afford to lose these stories, Kunal. They're not just movies; they're pieces of a larger vision."

Kunal leaned back in his chair, still processing what he'd read. "It's not just the quality, Suraj. It's the detail. These stories feel real, like they're based on actual events. How do you come up with this stuff?"

Suraj hesitated for a moment, considering how much to reveal. Finally, he settled on a half-truth. "Let's just say inspiration strikes in unexpected ways," he said with a small smile.

Kunal raised an eyebrow but didn't press further. "Well, whatever your process is, it's working. These scripts are leagues ahead of anything I've seen from the big studios lately. No unnecessary gimmicks, no over-the-top nonsense—just good, solid storytelling. If we play this right, Mythic Productions could make history."

Hearing those words filled Suraj with determination. For years, Mythic Productions had been a struggling entity, teetering on the brink of obscurity. But now, with these scripts and the success of Ravan's Rampage, Suraj could see a path forward—a way to not only honor his parents' legacy but also carve out a name for himself in Bharat's film industry.

Back at home, Aryan was busy showing off the mother cat and her kittens during a video call with a little girl named Ekaterina, his friend from Russia. Ekaterina was mute and communicated through sign language, which Aryan had been learning bit by bit to talk to her. Though his signs were clumsy, his enthusiasm made up for it.

"Look, Kati!" Aryan signed as he spoke aloud, holding the phone steady to show the mother cat. "This is the mama cat. And these are her babies. Aren't they cute?"

Ekaterina smiled brightly and signed back, her fingers moving quickly. Aryan squinted at the screen, trying to keep up. "Wait, slow down!" he said, laughing. Ekaterina giggled silently and slowed her movements, her hands signing, What are their names?

Aryan paused, tilting his head in thought. "I haven't named them yet," he said, attempting to mimic the signs for "name" and "yet." "I was waiting for them to grow a little. But I was thinking you could help me name one!"

Ekaterina's eyes sparkled, and she nodded eagerly. She signed back, How about Snowball for the white one? Aryan managed to decipher her signs and clapped his hands together. "That's perfect! Snowball it is."

As the two children continued their conversation, mixing Aryan's budding sign language with Ekaterina's patient guidance, the mother cat watched curiously, her ears twitching at the sound of Aryan's laughter. Aryan reached out to pet her gently, and she leaned into his touch, purring softly.

Suraj, who had just returned from the office, stood at the doorway, watching the scene unfold. A smile spread across his face. Aryan had an uncanny ability to connect with people and animals alike. Whether it was befriending a pregnant cat or brightening a friend's day from miles away, his kindness and warmth were boundless.

Later that evening, as the house grew quiet, Suraj sat in his study, reflecting on the day. He thought about Kunal's reaction to the scripts, Aryan's bond with the cat, and the strange memories of his dream theater. Despite the challenges and uncertainties, he felt a sense of hope. His journey was far from over, but for the first time in a long while, he felt like he was on the right path.

As he turned off the lights and prepared for bed, Suraj glanced at the photo he had taken that morning—the one of Aryan and the kittens sleeping peacefully together. It was a simple moment, but it spoke volumes about the life they were building.

With a contented sigh, Suraj whispered to himself, "We're getting there. One step at a time."

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Kapitel 66: ch-63

The buzz around Ravan's Rampage hadn't cooled down, and its success was opening unexpected doors for Suraj and his team. One such opportunity came in the form of an invitation to a popular dance reality show, Dance Bharat Dance, as special guests. The show, known for showcasing diverse talents from across Bharat, had been dominating TRP charts for weeks. The producers had reached out to Mythic Productions, keen to have Suraj and Ansh, the breakout star of Ravan's Rampage, as guests. The two of them readily agreed, seeing it as a chance to connect with audiences in a more personal way.

As Suraj and Ansh entered the brightly lit studio, the energy was palpable. The colorful stage was adorned with dazzling lights, and the audience buzzed with excitement. The judges—an acclaimed choreographer, a veteran actor, and a former dance sensation—stood to greet them, their warmth making the atmosphere even more inviting. The host, a charismatic young man known for his quick wit, welcomed the duo with flair.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" the host boomed. "Put your hands together for the creator of the cinematic phenomenon Ravan's Rampage, Suraj Malhotra, and the man who brought Ravan to life, Ansh Rathore!"

The applause was thunderous. Suraj, dressed in a sleek black suit, gave a polite wave, his usual composed demeanor intact. Ansh, ever the charmer, flashed a broad smile and shook hands with the judges.

After a brief interaction where they shared behind-the-scenes anecdotes about Ravan's Rampage, the show moved on to the performances. The contestants took the stage one by one, each pouring their heart and soul into their routines. From traditional Bharatanatyam fused with hip-hop to acrobatic contemporary dance, the performances were nothing short of mesmerizing.

Suraj found himself captivated, not just by the talent but by the stories each contestant carried. Their passion reminded him of his early days as a struggling stuntman, the fire that had kept him going despite countless setbacks.

One performance stood out—a young man named Rohit, who danced with raw emotion to a poignant melody. His movements were precise yet filled with a yearning that resonated deeply with everyone watching. As his routine ended, the audience erupted into applause, but Rohit seemed overwhelmed. His shoulders heaved as he fought back tears.

The host approached him, microphone in hand. "Rohit, that was incredible. But it seems like you've got something on your mind. Would you like to share?"

Rohit hesitated, then nodded. "I've… I've been a background dancer for years," he began, his voice shaky. "This show is the first time I've ever had a chance to be in the spotlight. It's not just about winning for me. The prize money—" He paused, choking on his words. "The prize money will pay for my mother's operation. She's been sick for months, and this is my only chance to help her."

The studio fell silent. Rohit's vulnerability hung in the air, touching everyone present. Suraj's chest tightened as memories from his past life surfaced. He remembered the relentless pressure of supporting his family, the thankless hours spent as a nameless stuntman, risking life and limb for fleeting recognition. The struggle, the sacrifices—it all came rushing back.

But this wasn't about him. It was about Rohit.

Without a word, Suraj stood and signaled for the host to hand him the microphone. "Rohit," he said, his voice steady but filled with emotion. "Your story resonates with me more than you can imagine. I know what it feels like to carry the weight of family responsibilities, to fight for a chance that seems just out of reach." He paused, the audience hanging on his every word. "But I want you to know that your talent and determination have already made you a winner in my eyes."

Suraj turned to his assistant, who had accompanied him. "Bring me my checkbook."

A murmur of surprise rippled through the crowd. Within moments, the assistant handed him the book. Suraj quickly wrote an amount—₹10 lakhs—and tore the check. He walked onto the stage, the check in hand, and approached Rohit.

"This is for your mother's operation," Suraj said, holding the check out to him. "I know this won't solve all your struggles, but it's a start. Use this to take care of her, and keep fighting for your dreams. Struggles like yours make us stronger. Hustle hard, and you'll succeed again."

Rohit stared at the check, his hands trembling. Tears streamed down his face as he accepted it, unable to form words. The audience erupted into applause, the sound echoing through the studio. The judges rose to their feet, clapping with admiration. Even Ansh, who had been watching from the sidelines, looked visibly moved.

The other contestants rushed to the stage, surrounding Rohit in a group hug. Their camaraderie was evident as they patted his back and wiped their own tears. The host, clearly emotional himself, broke the silence. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is the spirit of Bharat. This is what we stand for—supporting each other, lifting each other up."

Suraj stepped back, his heart full as he watched Rohit break down, overcome by the unexpected kindness. In that moment, he wasn't the head of Mythic Productions or the creator of a hit series. He was simply someone who understood the pain of struggle and the joy of helping someone rise above it.

As the show continued, the atmosphere remained charged with emotion. Suraj and Ansh joined the judges for a lighthearted dance segment, their moves drawing laughter and cheers from the crowd. The contestants, inspired by the earlier moment, performed with renewed energy, their spirits lifted.

By the end of the episode, Suraj felt a deep sense of fulfillment. The show had been more than just a publicity event—it had been a reminder of why he pursued storytelling in the first place: to connect, to inspire, and to make a difference.

As he and Ansh left the studio that evening, Suraj glanced at the city lights through the car window. His mind lingered on Rohit and the parallels to his own past life. He didn't know if the boy would win the competition, but he was certain of one thing—Rohit had the heart of a fighter.

And fighters always find a way.

With a quiet smile, Suraj whispered to himself, "One step at a time. That's how we all get there."

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