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The warm, humid air of Mumbai enveloped Suraj and Aryan as they stepped out of the airport. The familiar sights and sounds of the bustling city felt like a welcome embrace after the chilly streets of Moscow. Aryan, still clutching the wooden figurine Ekaterina had gifted him, looked up at Suraj with tired yet excited eyes.
"Bhaiya, are we going home now?" Aryan asked, his voice tinged with hope.
"Yes, Aryan. Straight home," Suraj replied, ruffling his brother's hair. "No work for the next five days. Just rest and some time to enjoy."
Suraj had already announced a five-day break for the crew and team to recover from the intense Russia schedule. As the cab pulled up to their home, Aryan bolted out, grinning from ear to ear. Inside, he ran to his room, happy to be reunited with his familiar toys and books.
Suraj smiled, watching his brother's joy. It was moments like these that reminded him of why he worked so hard. After settling in, Suraj ordered Aryan's favorite meal—paneer butter masala with naan—and the two sat on the couch, catching up on a few cartoons. Aryan laughed wholeheartedly, making Suraj feel a sense of peace that had been rare since their parents' passing.
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While Aryan played at home, Suraj took time to check on the sets he had instructed the production team to build before leaving for Russia. Located on the outskirts of Mumbai, the sprawling set replicated a vintage version of the city, complete with narrow alleys, bustling bazaars, and grimy, dimly lit streets where gangsters once ruled.
The production team had done an incredible job capturing the grit and atmosphere of 1980s Mumbai. Suraj walked through the set, examining every detail. This was where he would film Ravan's return from Russia—a powerful sequence showing how Ravan slowly embedded himself into the system like a parasite, observing his prey with predatory precision and attacking with the cunning of a wolf.
Suraj envisioned Ravan's transformation in this setting, from a returning outsider to the mastermind behind Shadow Vipers—an underground information network dealing in intelligence and targeting corrupt officials. Their actions would earn Ravan a terrifying reputation and a red bounty on his head.
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Once shooting resumed, Ansh found the work relatively easier in Bharat compared to Russia. The comfort of familiar surroundings and the language barrier no longer being an issue allowed him to focus entirely on his craft. Ansh's wife and young son visited the set one sunny afternoon, adding a touch of warmth to the otherwise intense atmosphere.
"Suraj!" Ansh called out, waving as he approached with his family. His wife carried their toddler, a bright-eyed boy with an infectious laugh.
Suraj greeted them warmly. "It's great to see you all here! Ansh, you've been doing an incredible job. Taking a well-deserved break?"
Ansh laughed. "Not exactly. My son insisted on seeing where I've been spending all my time."
The little boy reached out to Suraj, babbling excitedly. Suraj picked him up, playfully bouncing him on his hip. Aryan, who had tagged along that day, joined them, immediately bonding with the child. The two boys played together while the adults chatted, and the crew couldn't help but smile at the heartwarming scene.
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The set was buzzing with energy as the second schedule progressed. The sequences showcasing Ravan's calculated rise were coming together beautifully, with the actors and crew in perfect sync. Then, one day, an unexpected visitor caused a stir.
Kamal Singh, the superstar himself, arrived unannounced. Dressed casually yet exuding his usual charisma, he walked onto the set, greeting everyone with a warm smile.
"Kamal !" Suraj exclaimed, rushing to greet him. "This is an honor. I wasn't expecting you!"
"I had some free time and thought I'd drop by to see how the genius is shaping his vision," Kamal replied, his tone light yet sincere.
The crew gathered around, awestruck by Kamal's presence. He spent time watching the filming, offering words of encouragement to the actors, and even joking with the crew. When he spoke to Ansh, the young actor was visibly starstruck, but Kamal's easygoing demeanor quickly put him at ease.
"Kamal , you have no idea how much your support means to us," Suraj said as they walked together.
"Suraj," Kamal said, placing a hand on his shoulder, "I believe in your vision. Keep working hard. This project has the potential to be groundbreaking."
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Two months had flown by, and the second schedule was complete. The film now had a strong foundation, with pivotal scenes shot in both Russia and Bharat. The crew was exhilarated but exhausted, and Suraj felt a profound sense of accomplishment.
Suraj returned home after another long day of shooting, the familiar sound of his phone buzzing signaling a video call from Aryan. He smiled and answered, expecting to see his brother's usual grin, but what he saw made him pause for a moment.
Aryan, sitting at the desk, was focused on his homework, his hands moving skillfully as he communicated in sign language. Suraj's heart swelled with pride. Aryan had been diligently learning Russian sign language over the past two months, practicing in the evenings and even during school breaks.
"Hey, Aryan! Looks like you're becoming a pro at this," Suraj said, walking into the room.
Aryan looked up, his face lighting up. "Bhaiya, I'm getting better! I learned how to say 'homework' and 'thank you' today!" He excitedly signed the words as he spoke.
Suraj chuckled. "That's amazing! Keep going, little champ. You're doing great."
The screen shifted slightly as the little girl, Ekaterina, appeared beside Aryan on the video call. Suraj smiled warmly at her. "Hello, Ekaterina," he greeted, raising his hand in a friendly wave.
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