1 January, 2014
Mumbai, Juhu – Krishna Villa
Krishna had received countless scripts from top production houses across India and China. Big banners, massive budgets, guaranteed success—yet he rejected them all.
He was searching for a romantic film for his next project.
He didn't want his fans to see him only as Baahubali for the rest of his career. He remembered his previous life—how Prabhas struggled for years after delivering a historic blockbuster. Krishna refused to repeat that path.
Seated on his sofa, scripts scattered around him, Krishna sighed.
"Manoj, none of these stories connect with me," he said calmly. "Please return them all. Tell them I've rejected the offers."
Manoj looked surprised.
"Okay, Krishna… but why are you so focused on doing a romantic film now?"
Krishna leaned back, his voice steady but thoughtful.
"Manoj, I'm at an Asia-level now. Fans love Baahubali, but if I keep doing the same kind of roles, I'll be trapped by my own image. I understand this industry better now. I need to choose a different genre—something emotional, something personal."
Manoj nodded slowly.
"Alright, Krishna. I understand."
He left the villa quietly.
Krishna looked around the vast house. Fame surrounded him, yet loneliness followed closely behind.
He smiled faintly.
"Being an Asia-level star isn't easy. I can't even travel like a normal person anymore," he muttered.
"But this was my dream… and dreams demand sacrifices."
He picked up his phone.
"Oh, right. That award show. I've avoided it for years… but maybe it's time."
For the first time in a long while, Krishna decided to attend an award function.
Hyderabad
Sandeep Reddy Vanga sat alone in his house, rejection letters scattered across the table.
Every production house had turned him down.
He clenched his fists.
"I sold my ancestral land to make this film… and not a single producer believes in it."
In 2014, Sandeep stood at a painful crossroads. After completing his filmmaking education at International Film School Sydney, he returned to Hyderabad filled with ambition—only to find doors firmly shut.
This period marked the birth of a rebel filmmaker.
After assisting on Kedi (2010), Sandeep spent nearly three years trapped in creative isolation. His stories were raw, intense, and uncompromising—everything the industry feared.
Producers rejected his script, then titled "Sugar Factory", for multiple reasons:
The protagonist was aggressive and flawed
Substance abuse was central to the story
No traditional hero moments
Too dark, too long, too risky
The industry wanted "family entertainers."
Sandeep wanted truth.
Standing near his window, Sandeep's eyes fell upon a poster—Krishna as Baahubali.
He froze.
"An orphan boy… now an Asia-level superstar," he whispered.
"Inspiring… and terrifying."
As he turned away, he glanced at the poster once more—and suddenly, an idea struck him.
That very night, Sandeep rewrote his script.
He reshaped the story, shifting it from a purely South Indian setting to a South–North crossover, changing characters, refining emotions, intensifying romance.
By morning, the script had a new name.
A new soul.
"This time," he said to himself,
"I won't send it to production houses."
He picked up his phone and dialed a number.
"Hello, Arjun… I need your help. One last time."
Arjun sighed on the other end.
"Sandeep, please give up. Write something new. This story is too dark. No actor will touch it."
"Please," Sandeep insisted. "Just come to my place first."
After some hesitation, Arjun agreed.
Later that day, Arjun read the revised script.
"You've improved it," Arjun admitted.
"The South-to-North shift works. But it's still very dark. The romance is intense… almost dangerous. Do you really think Bollywood will accept this?"
Sandeep's voice was calm but firm.
"I'm not sending this to Bollywood producers."
Arjun frowned.
"Then to whom?"
Sandeep slowly raised his hand and pointed toward the Baahubali poster on the wall.
"To him."
Arjun's face went pale.
"Sandeep… are you serious? Krishna isn't just a star anymore. He's the number one face value in Asia. Yes, he's looking for a romantic film—but this?"
He shook his head.
"Dream on."
Sandeep met his eyes.
"Please, Arjun. Just help me send the script. If he rejects it, I'll accept my fate."
Arjun exhaled deeply.
"Alright. I'll send it. But whether he accepts or not—that's beyond us."
That night, the script was prepared.
And quietly, without anyone knowing,
a story meant to change Indian cinema was sent to Krishna Villa.
Krishna Villa – Mumbai
Krishna finished changing his clothes.
A black tailored suit, polished black boots, and a Rolex on his wrist—simple, elegant, powerful.
He walked straight to the villa parking and locked the door behind him.
Manoj had already arranged
Ltight security. Several bodyguards stood alert, ready to protect Krishna from the overwhelming crowd of fans that followed him everywhere now.
Krishna chose his black BMW and settled into the back seat.
The car moved toward the award venue.
Mumbai Roads
As the BMW passed through the busy streets, Krishna looked outside.
Office workers rushing home.
Street vendors closing shops.
A middle-class family on a bike—the father driving, the little son standing in front, the wife sitting behind, laughing and talking happily.
Krishna's smile faded slightly.
His mind drifted to his previous life… and then to this one.
He sighed softly.
"I wanted a life like this once," he whispered to himself.
"No dating, no girlfriend—then or now."
He paused, then shook his head.
"Forget it. Focus on your career."
But loneliness followed him silently—just like it had in both lives.
Manoj noticed everything and smiled lightly.
"Krishna, you know… if this goes on, people will say you want to become the next Salman Khan. No marriage, no love," he teased.
Krishna chuckled faintly.
"No, brother. I just haven't met that person yet."
Manoj nodded.
"Well, today's award show Filmfare-level ".
"Okay," Krishna replied calmly.
Award Show – Red Carpet
Flashes exploded the moment celebrities arrived.
"Madam, this side please!"
"Sir, one more pose!"
"Super shot!"
Paparazzi cameras clicked nonstop.
Varun Dhawan and Shraddha Kapoor posed together.
A reporter shouted,
"Varun! Are the dating rumors true?"
Varun laughed.
"Arre, kuch bhi! We're just good friends."
Soon after, Ranveer Singh and Deepika Padukone arrived, fresh from the massive buzz around Ram-Leela. Their chemistry was impossible to miss.
Big names followed—Salman Khan, Shah Rukh Khan, Katrina Kaif, Saif Ali Khan.
Then suddenly
A black BMW stopped at the red carpet.
The door opened.
Krishna stepped out.
In seconds, every camera turned toward him.
"Krishna!"
"Krishna this side!"
"Asia's superstar!"
Unlike others, Krishna didn't look surprised. He walked calmly, posed briefly, and smiled at the fans shouting his name.
Some celebrities watched with pride.
Some with jealousy.
Krishna took his seat inside the hall.
Inside the Award Hall
Priyanka Chopra and Ranbir Kapoor came on stage as hosts, greeting everyone warmly.
The award show began with performances, cheers, and applause.
Many newcomers kept glancing at Krishna.
He was now seen as the leader of the young generation—someone who could change careers just by his presence.
Later, Ranveer Singh and Deepika Padukone won awards for Ram-Leela.
Ranveer thanked the director, the team, and fans with his usual energy.
Then suddenly, half-jokingly, he looked toward Krishna and said,
"By the way… Krishna, I'm a big fan. But tell me something—what's your surname?"
The hall went silent for a second.
Some laughed nervously.
Deepika lightly nudged Ranveer, signaling him to stop.
Krishna calmly stood up, took the mic, and smiled.
"I'm here today because directors and producers believed in me," he said clearly.
"Not because of any family background."
He paused.
"My name—Krishna—is already enough for my fans.
I don't need a surname to prove who I am."
The hall erupted in applause.
Ranveer smiled awkwardly.
The moment passed.
Best Actor Award
Priyanka returned to the stage.
"And the Best Actor award goes to…"
She smiled.
"Krishna!"
Thunderous applause filled the hall.
Krishna walked to the stage and accepted the trophy.
"This award isn't just mine," he said.
"It belongs to the entire crew who gave their best to make the film special."
A short, dignified speech.
Nothing more.
He returned to his seat quietly.
Back at Krishna Villa
After the event, Krishna didn't stay long.
No unnecessary conversations. No parties.
Back home, he placed the trophy among his collection.
He had won many awards—but he had always avoided dominating award shows completely. He believed recognition should be shared.
Manoj smiled.
"These nepo kids still don't understand who you are. Just wait—your fans will answer for you."
Krishna nodded calmly.
"Leave it. What about the scripts?"
Manoj handed him a file.
"You rejected most of them. But this one came from South India and for this one from Bollywood, Just take a look."
Krishna sat down and opened the script.
The title caught his eyes instantly.
Aashiqui 2
Kabir Singh
He froze.
Then he read the writer's name of Kabir Singh
Sandeep Reddy Vanga.
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Author's Note
Hi guys,
I know many of you who read chapters 1 to 10 felt that the writing looked AI-created. I'm really sorry if that disappointed you.
This is my first novel, and I'm learning step by step. With time—and with your feedback—I've started improving my writing, storytelling, and emotions in the chapters. Your support and criticism are helping me grow as a writer.
I truly hope you'll stay with me and support my future chapters, because I'm giving my best to make this story better and more enjoyable for all of you.
Or I add Aashiqui 2 2014 time so pls enjoy.
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