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Suraj's Perspective

Suraj sat in his office at Mythic Productions, his eyes glued to his laptop screen as he scrolled through the scant information available about Ansh Rathore online. Despite being a theatre actor with over five years of experience, Ansh's digital footprint was almost non-existent. Most of what Suraj found were small mentions in reviews of theatre productions, a few blurry stage photos, and vague references to his minor roles in films where he often played background characters like mobsters or rowdies.

It frustrated Suraj. "How does someone with so much potential stay hidden like this?" he muttered, tapping his pen against the desk.

The reason for Suraj's intense interest was simple: Ansh Rathore bore a striking resemblance to Manoj Bajpayee from Suraj's previous life. Manoj Bajpayee had been a powerhouse performer in Indian cinema, celebrated for his versatility and ability to completely embody any character he played. From his breakthrough role in Satya to his nuanced performances in Gangs of Wasseypur and Aligarh, Manoj had set a benchmark for character acting.

Suraj leaned back in his chair, recalling those films. "If Ansh Rathore has even half of Manoj Bajpayee's talent," he thought, "then he's the perfect choice for Ravan."

The memory of seeing Ansh yesterday flashed in Suraj's mind. He had been shocked to find someone with such a strong presence relegated to playing a nameless mob character. It felt criminally unfair. Suraj clenched his fist. "Not for long," he vowed. "If he has what it takes, no one else will play Ravan but him."

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Ansh Rathore's Perspective

The previous day had been an ordinary one for Ansh Rathore—or so he thought at first. He had been on set, playing yet another minor role as part of a mob for a popular action movie. These small roles barely paid the bills, but they kept him connected to the world of acting, the world he loved more than anything.

Midway through the shoot, however, something unexpected happened. A man approached him during a break and introduced himself as Suraj, the director of the blockbuster Bloody Commando. Ansh had heard of Suraj and his meteoric rise in the industry, but he never imagined someone like him would notice an actor like himself.

Suraj had handed him a script, briefly explaining the role of Ravan and how he believed Ansh was perfect for it. Ansh had been too stunned to say much, but he accepted the script with trembling hands. That moment had left him both excited and confused.

Now, as Ansh sat in his cramped apartment, the weight of the script in his lap, he couldn't stop thinking about what had happened.

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Ansh had been pursuing acting for over five years. He had trained in theatre, performed in numerous plays, and poured his heart and soul into his craft. But success had been elusive. Roles in films were rare, and when they did come, they were often small, insignificant parts.

Despite this, he couldn't let go of his dream. Acting was his passion, his calling. Yet lately, he had been questioning everything. His wife, Riya, worked tirelessly to support the family while he chased what often felt like an impossible dream.

Earlier that day, as he was heading to the set, his seven-year-old son had called him.

"Papa, can you bring chicken wings for dinner tonight?" his son had asked excitedly.

Ansh had smiled, but when he checked his wallet, he found only ₹350. The request shouldn't have been a big deal, but to Ansh, it felt like a monumental challenge. He had reluctantly approached the set manager to ask for an advance payment, but the manager dismissed him harshly.

"We're not running a charity here," the manager had sneered. "Do your job, and you'll get paid when it's due."

The humiliation stung, but Ansh swallowed his pride. After the shoot, he stopped at a small burger joint and bought chicken wings for ₹250. As he walked out, clutching the warm packet, he decided to save the remaining ₹100 for bus fare. But halfway to the bus stop, guilt gnawed at him. If he spent that money, he'd have nothing left for emergencies.

So he walked. Five kilometers under the scorching sun, carrying the chicken wings in one hand and his worn-out script bag in the other. By the time he reached the bus stop, he was drenched in sweat but relieved to still have ₹100 in his pocket.

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When Ansh finally reached home, his son ran to him, eyes sparkling with excitement.

"You got them!" his son exclaimed, grabbing the chicken wings. Ansh smiled, the exhaustion of the day melting away as he watched his son eat with delight.

"Where's your mom?" Ansh asked.

"She's working overtime," his son replied between bites.

Ansh's heart sank. Riya worked so hard, often taking extra shifts to make ends meet. She never complained, always encouraging him to keep pursuing his dreams. But lately, he had been wondering if it was time to give up. He hated the thought of being a burden on her.

As his son finished dinner and fell asleep, Ansh sat alone in their small bedroom, the script Suraj had given him resting on the table. He stared at it for a long time before picking it up.

The title, Raw's Rampage, was bold and intriguing. As he read the opening pages, he found himself drawn into the story. The character of Ravan was unlike anything he had ever seen—complex, layered, and brimming with intensity.

By the time he finished reading, tears filled his eyes. This wasn't just a role; it was an opportunity. An opportunity to prove himself, to show the world what he was capable of.

For years, he had been playing it safe, taking whatever roles he could to survive. But this script made him realize that he couldn't quit, not now. Not when he had the chance to play a character like Ravan.

Ansh thought about his son, his wife, and all the sacrifices they had made for him. He resolved then and there that he would give everything he had to this role. Even if the series didn't take off, even if it didn't bring fame or fortune, he would pour his soul into it.

Because deep down, he knew: this wasn't just another role. This was the beginning of something life-changing.

He clutched the script tightly, whispering to himself, "I won't let this chance slip away. I'll make you proud, Riya. I'll make all of you proud."

Little did Ansh know, this decision would indeed change his life forever, taking him from obscurity to becoming a legend in the making.

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Author note:-

:-Hello everyone if you want the story to continue then support story with Power stones as it gives motivation and encouragement 👍

:-just a small question to all readers do you want Suraj to make movie he saw in dream theater or orginal

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:- movie from his past or copying blockbusters from his previous world