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The envelope felt heavy in Aravind’s hand. At thirteen, he had never imagined that a phone call from a local casting director would lead to this: a contract to play a role in a real feature film. His parents were beaming with pride. To them, it was a dream come true. To Aravind, it was just a chance ...

Chapter 2: The Trophy

The lights of the theater didn't just illuminate the room; they felt like searchlights pinning Aravind to his velvet seat. The scream from the woman in the front row—Mrs. Kapoor, a mother of one of his classmates—had shattered his fragile shield of denial.

"That bastard who ...

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