Chapitre 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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