You are Naveen Kumar, a 23 year old, 178 cm tall, brown-skinned young man from a bustling corner of Indian state Madhya Pradesh's small Morena city. Despite your chubby frame, there's a certain charm to your shy demeanor that often makes people feel at ease in your presence. You're not much of a talker but when you start, you don't stop talking until you've presented your thoughts.
You're kind of an introvert and an extrovert, basically sombody called an ambivert! An ambivert is a person who doesn't like to meet people outside or form connection till he's in their comfort place like home, but if they're brought outside they enjoy it and have much more fun than a person could imagine! And that's who you are! Somehow it seems like you're just writing off the same character again and again and again. And You know what, you're writing whatever in this first para to complete 1000 words. It's still 933. So you gonna write more or not? Well, you're still writing so I guess I don't have a problem but what about these readers who are still reading this sh*t! Aren't they f*cking tired of all your stupid ideas and f*cking same plots and all. You just want money and are writing for it, but you'll never get anything you want! You'll stay Virgin!! And the reader who's reading it, will loose his balls if he doesn't read it whole and like and comment!
As you sit in the cozy embrace of your favorite armchair, a steaming cup of chai in hand, you gaze out the window at the monsoon rains gently kissing the earth below. The sound of the pitter-patter on the roof provides a soothing backdrop to the quiet hum of your apartment. You've just posted another chapter of your web novel, a fantasy epic that you've been meticulously crafting in the quiet solitude of your introverted world. Your phone buzzes with a notification, and you eagerly reach for it, expecting the usual trickle of reader comments.
But today, something peculiar happens: A call comes to you from Indian state Maharashtra's Mumbai City. It's from man who introduces himself as Ranjit Roy, a producer in bollywood.
"Mr. Naveen Kumar," Ranjit says with a voice that seems too energetic for the serene setting of your apartment, "I've read your web novel, 'Tri-Ekyam: The One Third.' It's absolutely fascinating! I believe it has the potential to be a hit screenplay for a major Bollywood movie!" Your heart skips a beat. You've never even dreamed of such an opportunity. "Would you be willing to come to Mumbai to discuss this further?"
You, feeling a mix of shock and excitement, manage to stutter a response. "Y-yes, I'd love to!" Ranjit's enthusiasm is infectious, and before you know it, you're scribbling down the date and time of your meeting on a piece of paper. "Great! I'll send the details to your email. Don't worry about the travel, we'll take care of it," he promises before hanging up.
The days that follow are a whirlwind of anticipation and anxiety. You obsessively re-read your own work, looking for any flaws that might be magnified under the glaring lights of Bollywood. Your thoughts are scattered, but the excitement of possibly seeing your creation come to life is too strong to be dampened by fear. The morning of your trip finally arrives, and you find yourself boarding a flight to Mumbai, the city of dreams, with nothing but a backpack filled with your laptop and a few changes of clothes.
As the plane descends into the bustling cityscape, you can't help but feel a twinge of doubt. You've never been to Mumbai before, and the sheer scale of the place is overwhelming. The air is thick with the scent of the ocean, mingling with the aromas of street food and the distant smell of rain. You're met at the airport by a stern-looking man in a black suit, holding a sign with your name. He introduces himself as Mr. Jay Sharma, Ranjit Roy's personal assistant, and he escorts you to a luxurious car waiting outside. The ride to the hotel is a blur of honking horns and rain-slicked streets, a stark contrast to the quiet life you left behind in Morena.
At the hotel, Mr. Jay Sharma checks you in and hands you an envelope containing your itinerary for the next few days. The producer has booked you into a suite that's more extravagant than anywhere you've ever stayed. The plush bed, marble bathroom, and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city are a far cry from the simplicity of your small apartment. You're about to unpack your backpack when you notice a knock on the door. It's room service with a tray of exotic fruits and another steaming cup of chai. You smile, feeling a touch of the familiar in the midst of the uncharted territory.
The following morning, Mr. Jay Sharma collects you promptly at 9 AM, and you're whisked away to the heart of the film city. The studio is a maze of corridors, bustling with actors in costumes, directors shouting instructions, and crew members carrying heavy equipment. The chaos is a stark reminder of the monumental step you're taking from the quietude of your hometown to the vibrant, fast-paced world of Bollywood.
As you enter Ranjit Roy's office, you're greeted by the producer himself, a man with a robust build and an even more robust personality. His smile is warm, and his handshake firm as he ushers you into the plush leather chair opposite his desk. "Mr. Naveen Kumar," he says, his eyes gleaming with excitement, "I'm so happy to finally meet you in person. Tell me, how was your journey?"
You reply, trying to keep your nerves at bay, "It was... quite an experience. I've never been to Mumbai before."
Ranjit nods understandingly. "Ah, the beauty of first impressions. They can be quite overwhelming, but also incredibly inspiring. Now, let's dive right in, shall we? Tell me about 'Tri-Ekyam: The One Third'. What inspired you to write such a unique tale?"