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anwhile, the shooting process for 13B quietly began in Chennai.
But interestingly, for the first ten days, Karuppu himself was not required on set.
Because Vikram Kumar had decided to first complete the portions related to the mysterious television serial that would appear throughout the movie.
And honestly…
Those scenes were far more important than normal audiences would initially realize.
The serial inside the television was practically another hidden character in the film.
Its tone. Lighting.
Cara framing.
Dialogue delivery.
Everything needed to feel authentic enough that audiences would believe an actual middle-class family drama was airing on television.
Instead feeling artificial.
But at the sa ti… Sothing subtle needed to feel "off."
Not obviously creepy.
Just slightly unnatural.
Enough to create uneasiness slowly.
So Vikram Kumar personally focused heavily on: television aesthetics, older serial-style framing, family interactions, and the eerie parallel monts.
Entire sets were being prepared separately to resemble:
warm serial households,
artificial living rooms,
exaggerated emotional reactions,
and overly polished television acting styles.
The irony itself amused Vikram.
Because the horror of the film depended on sothing as ordinary as family serials.
anwhile…
Karuppu was currently nowhere near the 13B shooting location.
Instead—
A black bike smoothly entered the residential lane leading toward the house of Kamal Haasan.
The evening Chennai breeze lightly pushed against the rider's leather jacket while the bike engine slowly quieted near the security gate.
The rider removed one gloved hand from the handle.
And imdiately the security guards recognized him.
"Good evening sir!"
One of them quickly saluted before opening the gates without hesitation.
After all, Karuppu had beco a familiar face around the household over the years due to:
Akshara, Shruti, occasional visits,
And Kamal Haasan himself surprisingly liking the boy's straightforward nature.
That's what the security believed.
The bike rolled smoothly inside before stopping near the parking area.
Karuppu removed his helt first.
Slightly ssy hair fell over his forehead imdiately.
Then he removed the gloves one by one casually before finally taking hold of the gift box resting carefully above the petrol tank.
The box itself looked surprisingly decorative.
Wrapped in shiny purple paper filled with tiny moon and star glitters.
Clearly chosen carefully.
Not sothing randomly purchased five minutes earlier.
Karuppu looked at it once and muttered.
"Hopefully this little cute pixie likes it."
Then he walked toward the entrance calmly.
Inside the house, faint music and voices could already be heard.
Nothing overly grand tonight.
Mostly close friends and family.
Karuppu finally reached the front door and pressed the calling bell.
A few seconds later—
Voices imdiately echoed from inside.
It was Shruti Haasan who was calling for her little sister.
"Aksharaaa! Go open the door!"
Instantly another voice complained loudly from deeper inside the house.
"Why ?!"
"It's my birthday today!"
"Can't you act like a good elder sister for one day and open it yourself?!"
Karuppu imdiately recognized the voice and started grinning already.
-Grin!
"...."
Inside, Shruti fired back dramatically:
"You're younger. Use your legs."
Akshara sounded offended beyond belief.
"This is birthday discrimination! Last ti at your birthday didn't you made open the door using the sa excuse he had gave."
The argunt continued getting closer toward the entrance while Karuppu stood outside silently enjoying the chaos.
Finally the door swung open.
And there stood Akshara Haasan.
The birthday girl herself.
The mont she saw Karuppu standing there holding the glitter-covered gift box with a shaless grin…
-Grin!
"...."
Her annoyed expression disappeared instantly.
"You ca!"
Karuppu raised an eyebrow dramatically.
"No."
"This is my duplicate."
Akshara rolled her eyes imdiately before punching his shoulder lightly hearing his sarcasm.
Then her eyes dropped toward the gift box. And narrowed suspiciously seeing its size.
"…Why does it look like magical girl packaging?"
Karuppu looked offended.
"It's called aesthetics."
Before she could respond again, Shruti suddenly appeared behind her and burst out laughing after seeing the gift wrapping.
As if she had sensed the mont.
"-Haha!!!"
"Dei…"
"That looks like you kidnapped Barbie's birthday present."
Karuppu pointed at the box proudly.
"Premium wrapping. Imported from T. Nagar."
Akshara imdiately grabbed the box possessively before he could continue ruining the emotional value and let Sruthi touch it first.
anwhile Shruti leaned against the doorway watching the interaction with amusent.
Compared to their first etings years ago…
Karuppu had changed heavily now.
Not just fa-wise.
Confidence too which was already overwhelming.
There was a strange ease around him now.
Whether it was cricket grounds, film events, or celebrity households…
He sohow adapted everywhere naturally.
And unfortunately for everyone around him… His shalessness had evolved alongside his fa too.
Akshara anwhile moved aside excitedly.
"Co inside fast."
"Appa's1 inside."
Karuppu imdiately straightened dramatically.
"Aiyo1."
"International level interrogation begins with Raghavan instincts."
Shruti burst into laughter while Akshara dragged him inside anyway.
"-Hahaha!!!"
And sowhere deep inside the house…
Kamal Haasan quietly smiled to himself hearing Karuppu's voice already approaching from the entrance.
As Karuppu stepped fully into the house, the warm yellow lights and faint sll of fresh coffee imdiately gave the familiar comfort the Haasan household always seed to carry.
The place never felt overly flashy despite the status of the people living there.
Bookshelves.
Music systems.
Frad photographs.
Film posters.
Awards placed casually rather than proudly.
The house felt lived in.
Near the main hall, Kamal Haasan slowly lowered the newspaper he had been reading after hearing footsteps approach.
The mont he saw Karuppu, a faint smile appeared on his face naturally.
"World Cup hero has arrived finally."
Karuppu imdiately removed his gloves dramatically before bowing slightly like a stage perforr.
"Thank you thank you. Uncle..."
"Autographs available after dinner."
Kamal let out a small laugh while folding the newspaper carefully.
"-Haha!!!"
Even after all these years in cinema,
He still found Karuppu amusing because the boy sohow balanced: confidence, shalessness, and intelligence in dangerous proportions.
"How's California planning going?"
Kamal asked casually he has been consulted by Karuppu before applying for the studies before.
"Paperwork headache,"
Karuppu replied honestly while placing his helt near the side table.
"Arica wants too many docunts."
Kamal chuckled knowingly.
-Chuckle!
"Wait till visa interviews. That's psychological warfare."
Before the conversation could continue further—Akshara suddenly grabbed Karuppu's wrist impatiently.
"Co co co."
"You ca early. Good."
Without even giving him ti to react properly,
She imdiately started dragging him toward the staircase.
anwhile Shruti Haasan followed behind them casually with both hands inside her hoodie pockets.
Akshara turned imdiately while climbing halfway up the stairs.
"Why are you following us?"
Shruti's grin widened instantly.
-Grin!
"As loving elder sister …I must supervise suspicious male species near my younger sibling."
Akshara looked horrified.
"Please stop talking like detective aunty."
Karuppu anwhile walked behind them silently enjoying the sisters bickering like free entertainnt.
Honestly, watching them argue felt like observing two completely different storms.
Akshara's reactions were explosive and direct.
Shruti's attacks ca with sarcasm and psychological damage.
Then Shruti suddenly narrowed her eyes dramatically at Karuppu.
"And you."
Karuppu blinked innocently looking at her pointed finger.
-Blink!
"What?"
"Why are you smirking silently?"
Imdiately Akshara pointed accusingly too.
"Yes!"
"You're encouraging her! To tease more..."
Karuppu looked genuinely offended.
"I support family bonding. You two were currently having that."
Shruti nearly laughed herself breathless hearing that nonsense.
Eventually all three entered Akshara's room upstairs.
The room itself perfectly reflected her personality:
books scattered carelessly, posters, sketch materials, music CDs, random soft toys, and absolute organized chaos.
Akshara imdiately placed the purple gift box safely on the bed possessively before turning back toward Karuppu suspiciously.
"You wrapped this yourself ah?"
Karuppu proudly nodded.
-Nod!
"Three YouTube tutorials."
Shruti imdiately covered her face laughing.
"No wonder the tape alignnt is fighting for survival."
Akshara ignored both and sat cross-legged on the bed excitedly staring at the box.
anwhile Karuppu casually leaned against the wall looking around the room.
He had intentionally arrived early today.
Partly to surprise her.
Partly because later tonight things would beco chaotic.
The actual birthday celebration had been arranged grandly at Taj Coromandel.
Several industry guests were expected there:
actors, musicians, directors, family friends, and dia-connected circles.
Once the party started properly, private conversation would beco impossible.
So this quieter mont before all that noise honestly felt better.
Akshara finally looked up from the gift box again.
"Can I open it now?"
Karuppu shrugged dramatically.
"If it explodes, rember our friendship positively."
Akshara instantly froze hearing his response.
"...."
Shruti pointed imdiately.
"See."
"This is why supervision is necessary."
Karuppu sighed deeply.
-Sigh!
"No trust in this house."
anwhile downstairs, Kamal Haasan quietly smiled hearing the nonstop laughter and argunt echoes coming from upstairs.
For so reason…
The house always beca louder whenever Karuppu visited.
And strangely enough—Nobody really minded it.
The conversation upstairs continued casually while Akshara still guarded the unopened gift box like national treasure.
anwhile Karuppu had made himself comfortable sitting on the edge of the study table while Shruti leaned lazily against the cupboard scrolling through sothing on her phone.
Outside the room, the evening sky had slowly begun darkening.
Akshara finally narrowed her eyes suspiciously at both of them.
"You two are being too quiet suddenly."
Karuppu imdiately pointed toward Shruti.
"She started it."
Shruti rolled her eyes before suddenly speaking as if rembering sothing important.
"Actually…"
She looked toward Karuppu now.
"I got approached for a film recently."
Karuppu raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Oh?"
Shruti nodded casually though her expression showed she had clearly been thinking about it seriously for so ti now.
-Nod!
"It's Aishwarya Dhanush's debut directorial project."
The mont she said that, Karuppu already knew exactly which project she was talking about.
Inside his mind, things connected instantly.
Of course.
Then Shruti continued.
"She narrated the emotional outline to …but honestly I'm still hesitant."
Akshara imdiately looked interested now.
"Why?"
Shruti sighed lightly before sitting down near the bed.
-Sigh!
"The story is good. Very emotional. But…"
She paused briefly.
"It's tragic."
Her fingers absentmindedly played with the edge of the pillow while she continued thinking aloud.
"If I do this …it'll basically beco my debut film as heroine."
That was the actual issue.
Not the story quality. Not Aishwarya.
Not production concerns.
Debut films mattered heavily.
Especially for actresses.
One wrong emotional debut and the industry would imdiately start boxing them into:
tragic roles, emotional characters, or "performance actress" labels.
anwhile glamorous comrcial heroines usually got larger market pull initially.
Shruti clearly understood the risk.
Karuppu quietly observed her for a mont.
And imdiately realized sothing amusing.
She still didn't know who the male lead was.
That realization alone made a grin slowly appear on his face.
-Grin!
Shruti noticed imdiately.
"What?"
Karuppu didn't answer directly.
Instead he slowly got up from the table and casually walked closer toward her.
Shruti frowned suspiciously.
-Frown!
"Why are you smiling like that?"
Akshara instantly pointed dramatically.
"Danger smile. Be careful of him."
Ignoring both warnings completely, Karuppu leaned slightly near Shruti's side and lowered his voice intentionally near her ear.
"I'm the hero."
For one full second—Shruti froze.
Then her eyes widened imdiately as realization hit.
"...."
"You?!"
Karuppu nodded shalessly with a grin.
-Nod! -Grin!
"The sa tragedy project."
The effect was imdiate.
A faint blush spread across Shruti's face almost instantly before she quickly looked away pretending to process the information normally.
But the sudden reaction had already been noticed.
Especially by Akshara.
Who imdiately looked between both of them with growing betrayal.
Then without warning—
-THUD.
She punched Karuppu directly on the shoulder with full offended energy.
Karuppu nearly lost balance dramatically.
"Aiyo1! You are using violence!"
Akshara sat there pouting angrily now.
"You're whispering secret information only to her!"
"I'm birthday person today!"
Shruti imdiately burst out laughing seeing the jealous reaction.
anwhile Karuppu rubbed his shoulder dramatically like he had survived assassination attempt.
"This house abuses guests."
Akshara pointed accusingly again.
"And why whisper near ear like cinema romantic hero?"
Karuppu looked thoughtful for one second.
"For dramatic reveal."
Akshara looked even more offended sohow.
Shruti anwhile still sat quietly processing the information.
Now the hesitation inside her mind had shifted slightly.
Because if Karuppu was the hero…
The emotional intensity of the project suddenly made more sense.
After watching:
Aadhavan, his emotional understanding during conversations, and how seriously he approached storytelling,
she could genuinely imagine him handling such a layered role.
And honestly…
That thought made the project feel more exciting now.
Shruti finally looked toward him again.
"So you already said yes?"
Karuppu nodded calmly.
-Nod!
"The script is strong."
Then after a brief pause he added honestly:
"And dangerous emotionally."
That answer alone made Shruti quiet again.
Because deep down…
That was exactly what attracted her toward the script too.
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