Stunt man to Star director

The mass release was actually scheduled yesterday but the schedule publishing option

Didn't work and hence I understood that

Scheduled publishing does work in hard way

Sorry for delay

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Suraj sat at his desk in Mythic Productions' bustling office, sipping his coffee as he reviewed the final preparations for the Lawless auditions. The character of Inspector Amar Pratap was complex—a man haunted by his past and driven by a burning desire to enforce justice at any cost. Suraj knew he couldn't cast just anyone. He needed someone who could bring raw, unfiltered emotion to the role, someone the audience could relate to without preconceived notions of their personality.

Kunal sat across from him, scrolling through a list of potential candidates. "Why not go with an established name? It's less risky," he suggested.

Suraj shook his head. "No, Kunal uncle. Amar Pratap is not a typical hero. He's morally ambiguous, broken, and yet powerful. I need a fresh face—someone the audience can believe in without the baggage of previous roles. That's the only way they'll truly connect with the character."

Kunal sighed but nodded. He knew Suraj's instincts were usually on point, and his passion for creating authentic stories was unparalleled.

The notification for the auditions had been sent out weeks ago, and now the day had come. The venue, a large studio in central Mumbai, was packed with aspiring actors. Some were there for a shot at stardom, others to try their luck, and a few, like Dev, were there with everything to lose.

Dev stood quietly in the corner of the waiting area, clutching a small slip of paper handed to him by the audition staff. It contained a brief scene description:

"You've seen your loved ones die in front of your eyes. You go to the police station, but they refuse to file a complaint, wasting precious time with meaningless questions."

Dev read the lines over and over, visualizing the scene in his mind. He had been in Mumbai for three years, struggling to make it as an actor. His family had disapproved of his career choice, and his father hadn't spoken to him since the day he left home. This audition was his last shot. If he failed here, he had resolved to give up on his dream and return home.

"Number 47," called the staff member.

Dev's heart raced as he stepped into the audition room. It was large and intimidating, with bright lights focused on a single spot where he was expected to perform. Suraj sat at a table with Kunal and a couple of other executives. His piercing gaze made Dev feel both nervous and determined.

"You've read the scene?" Suraj asked, his voice calm but commanding.

"Yes, sir," Dev replied, his hands trembling slightly.

"Good. Now forget the exact words. Show us how you feel. Be free—act the moment as you see it," Suraj instructed.

Dev nodded and took a deep breath. He closed his eyes for a moment, summoning all the pain and frustration he had felt over the past few years. When he opened them, they glistened with unshed tears.

He began to act. At first, his voice was low, trembling with shock and disbelief as he described witnessing the death of his loved ones. But then his tone shifted. The sadness gave way to anger—raw, visceral anger that made his voice shake and his fists clench.

"They were dying! Right in front of me!" Dev shouted, his voice cracking with emotion. "And you—" He pointed at an imaginary police officer, his face contorted with rage. "You sat there, asking me useless questions! Their blood was on my hands, and all you could do was... nothing!"

He stumbled back, as if the weight of his grief was too much to bear. His breathing was heavy, his eyes darting around the room as if he were trapped in a nightmare. Then, in a quieter, almost broken tone, he whispered, "Do you know what it feels like? To hold someone you love as they slip away... and know you can't do anything to save them?"

The room was silent. Even the executives, who were usually quick to scribble notes, had stopped writing. Suraj leaned forward, his eyes fixed on Dev. The performance was unlike anything he had seen during the auditions so far.

When Dev finished, he stood there, trembling slightly, his eyes avoiding the judges. Suraj finally spoke. "Thank you, Dev. You may go now. We'll announce the results in two days."

Dev nodded, muttered a polite thank you, and left the room. He felt a strange mix of relief and dread as he walked out of the studio. Had he done enough?

Later, as Suraj and Kunal discussed the day's auditions, Dev's name came up almost immediately.

"That kid," Suraj said, his eyes lighting up. "He had something. Raw emotion. It wasn't just acting—he felt it. That's exactly what Amar needs."

Kunal nodded, though he remained cautious. "He's unpolished, though. Are you sure the audience will accept him in such a critical role?"

Suraj smiled. "That's the beauty of it. His rawness is what makes him perfect. We can refine the technical aspects during workshops, but you can't teach what he showed today. That kind of depth comes from within."

Suraj circled Dev's name on the audition list and made a note to keep him in mind for the final selection.

Meanwhile, Dev was on his way to his part-time job, riding the city's bustling local train. He clutched the audition slip in his hand, replaying the scene in his mind. Did he go too far? Was he too emotional?

As he stared out the window at the city's glowing skyline, a sense of despair began to creep in. This was his last shot. If he didn't get this role, he would have to give up on his dream of acting and return to the life his family had chosen for him.

The train came to a stop, and Dev stepped off, walking toward his workplace. The weight of uncertainty hung heavy on his shoulders, but somewhere deep inside, a small flicker of hope remained.

At Mythic Productions, Suraj stayed back late, reviewing clips from the auditions. He watched Dev's performance again, this time on tape, and felt the same awe he had experienced in the room. "This is the one," he murmured to himself.

For Suraj, casting someone like Dev wasn't just a decision; it was a statement. He wanted the Blood Bound Chronicles to be more than a franchise—it was a platform to tell stories that resonated with people, stories that felt real. Dev's performance embodied that vision.

As the clock struck midnight, Suraj leaned back in his chair, exhausted but satisfied. He knew he had found his Amar Pratap. Now, it was just a matter of convincing the rest of the team—and, eventually, the audience.

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Author note:-

:-Mass release (1/4)

:- support the story with power stones for extra chapters and motivation 😁