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For a second nobody reacted hearing the answer of Karuppu.
Then Akshara stood up.
Slowly. Very slowly.
Hansika stood up beside her.
Shruti followed suit her sister.
The three ladies exchanged looks.
"...."
"...."
"...."
No words. No discussion.
Nothing.
Yet sohow all three reached the sa conclusion instantly.
Karuppu noticed the look.
And imdiately beca nervous.
"Wait."
Akshara cracked her knuckles.
"No."
Hansika stretched her shoulders.
"Please."
Shruti smiled sweetly.
"Continue."
Karuppu's survival instincts suddenly activated.
"...."
Danger. Extre danger. Imdiate danger.
The three girls began moving toward him.
One step.
Then another. Then another.
Karuppu looked around the caravan desperately.
There was nowhere to run.
The bed occupied one side.
The small table occupied another.
The television blocked part of the path.
And the three girls were approaching like hunters surrounding a trapped animal.
"Guys..."
No response.
"Friends..."
Nothing.
"Can we discuss this peacefully?"
Akshara lunged first.
"AIYOO1!"
Karuppu jumped backward.
Hansika imdiately grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.
The pillow hit him squarely in the face.
Before he could recover, Shruti joined the attack.
The next few seconds beca complete chaos.
"STOP!"
"No!"
"LISTEN!"
"YOU LISTEN!"
Akshara shouted seeing how Karuppu avoids the topic.
"I AM LISTENING!"
"THEN EXPLAIN!"
"I'M TRYING!"
"BADLY!"
Hansika added with a snort.
The argunt beca so ridiculous that even the assistant director walking outside paused briefly.
Inside the caravan, Karuppu finally managed to squeeze through a small gap.
"Move!"
He slipped past them.
Akshara lost balance and landed on the sofa.
Hansika stumbled beside her.
Shruti ended up sitting half on the armrest.
For one glorious second...
Karuppu saw freedom.
The door.
The beautiful door.
His path to survival.
Without wasting another mont, he sprinted toward it.
"I'M LEAVING!"
His hand grabbed the handle.
He pulled it.
Nothing.
The door didn't open at all.
Karuppu blinked confused.
Pulled harder. Still nothing.
His smile slowly disappeared.
"...."
A horrible realization dawned upon him.
The caravan was locked from outside.
Earlier, This three must have taken the keys locking them.
The door wasn't opening.
At all.
Karuppu stood there frozen.
"...."
One hand still gripping the handle.
Slowly. Very slowly.
He turned around.
The sight waiting for him nearly gave him a heart attack.
Akshara had already stood up.
Hansika was fixing her hair after falling onto the sofa.
Shruti was calmly adjusting her sleeves.
All three were smiling now.
Not angry smiles.
Those were dangerous smiles.
The kind of smiles villains had before the hero realized he was dood.
For a brief mont, Karuppu rembered the scenes he had shot earlier.
The hallucinations.
The horror atmosphere.
The suspense.
The helplessness.
And suddenly he felt he understood Ram perfectly.
If this were a horror movie...
This would absolutely be the mont where the poor victim died.
Akshara took one step forward.
Hansika followed behind her best friend.
Shruti remained slightly behind them.
Like so final boss supervising the operation.
Karuppu pressed himself against the locked door.
"There is no need for violence."
"Really?"
Akshara asked with a raised eye brow.
"Absolutely."
Hansika pointed toward the television.
"Date?"
"Dinner."
"Date?"
"DINNER!"
"Who invited who?"
Shruti suddenly asked.
Karuppu's face imdiately froze.
The girls noticed. And smiled wider.
That was enough confirmation.
"Aha."
Akshara said with a serious ton.
"Aha."
Hansika agreed with her.
"Aha."
Shruti finished along with them.
Karuppu felt genuine despair.
At that mont he honestly would have preferred facing Flintoff again.
Or Malinga in the nets.
Or another lecture from Kamal Haasan.
At least those situations were survivable.
This? This was different.
Very different.
And judging by the expressions on the three girls faces...
The interrogation was only getting started.
anwhile, completely unaware of the disaster currently unfolding inside his caravan...
At the Sivakumar household in Chennai...
Another disaster was quietly preparing itself.
And this one involved parents.
Which was often far more dangerous.
The evening had settled peacefully over the house.
The day's work was finally over.
Sivakumar had returned ho after a long day of etings and discussions.
The veteran actor loosened the top button of his shirt and let out a tired sigh as he settled comfortably onto the living room sofa.
"...."
The house felt unusually quiet.
Karthi was away.
Suriya and Jothika was busy with their shooting schedule.
Brinda had gone out with friends.
For once, there was no chaos.
No argunts. No Karuppu.
Which ant peace.
Or so Sivakumar believed.
"Lakshmi..."
He called toward the kitchen.
"Hmm?"
"Can you make so tea?"
His wife looked up from the kitchen.
"Tea?"
"And bring those butter biscuits."
Lakshmi laughed hearing his request.
"You're becoming a child as you get older."
Sivakumar grinned.
"I learned from the youngest one. To deal with him I need to beco one..."
That earned him an eye roll.
A few minutes later Lakshmi moved toward the kitchen while Sivakumar reached for the television remote.
As always, he switched to a news channel.
Mostly out of habit.
The sa way so people read newspapers.
The television flickered to life.
Political discussions.
Economic news.
Sports updates.
Everything seed normal.
Then the entertainnt segnt began.
Sivakumar wasn't paying much attention.
Until a familiar photograph appeared on the screen.
His hand stopped halfway toward the biscuit plate.
"...."
The smile vanished.
The television displayed a large image.
Karuppu.
Beside a young woman.
A very famous young woman.
The news anchor's voice imdiately followed.
"Reports from the United Kingdom continue to generate discussion after photographs surfaced showing IPL sensation and actor Karuppu spending ti with Hollywood actress Emma Watson during his recent stay in South Africa..."
Sivakumar slowly blinked.
Then blinked again.
The biscuit remained suspended in mid-air.
"What?"
The television switched to another image.
Karuppu standing near a car.
Another image.
Karuppu and Emma sitting inside the sa vehicle.
Another image.
Both smiling during conversation.
The veteran actor lowered the biscuit.
Then slowly placed it back on the plate.
His face began darkening.
Dangerously.
"...."
At that exact mont Lakshmi arrived carrying a tray.
She noticed the expression first.
Then the television. Then the photograph.
And imdiately froze.
"..."
"..."
"Oh."
The couple stared at the screen.
The anchor continued enthusiastically.
"Sources claim the pair spent several hours together, leading to widespread speculation among fans—"
Sivakumar imdiately pointed at the television.
"Several hours?!"
Lakshmi sat down beside him.
"Maybe it's not what it looks like."
"NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE?"
The veteran actor pointed again.
"He's sitting in the sa car!"
"That doesn't an anything."
"Then why is he smiling like that?"
Lakshmi looked at the photograph.
"He smiles like that all the ti."
Sivakumar paused hearing his wife's counter.
"...."
Unfortunately... That was true.
Karuppu smiled at everyone.
Friends.
Enemies.
Reporters.
Strangers.
Police officers.
Even people scolding him.
The argunt briefly lost montum.
Then another image appeared.
This ti Emma herself was smiling.
Sivakumar imdiately regained montum.
"See!"
"What?"
"She's smiling too!"
Lakshmi stared at her husband.
"How is that evidence?"
Sivakumar opened his mouth.
Then closed it.
Then opened it again.
"I don't know!"
"But sothing is suspicious!"
Lakshmi couldn't help laughing.
That only annoyed him further.
"You're laughing!"
"What else should I do?"
"Your son went to South Africa to play cricket."
"Now he's appearing in Hollywood gossip columns!"
Lakshmi burst into louder laughter.
The ntal image itself sounded ridiculous.
Sivakumar however wasn't amused.
Not even slightly.
He folded his arms.
"Look at him."
"Shaless fellow."
"He leaves for cricket."
"Returns with Hollywood actresses."
"At this rate next year he'll bring the Queen of so country ho."
Lakshmi covered her face.
Trying not to laugh.
Then sothing suddenly clicked in her mind.
The astrologer.
Years ago....
The strange prediction.
Both husband and wife looked at each other.
"...."
"...."
The sa thought appeared simultaneously.
Lakshmi spoke first.
"You don't think..."
Sivakumar imdiately pointed.
"I was thinking exactly that."
"The astrologer."
Lakshmi nodded slowly.
The prediction had sounded absurd back then.
Almost impossible.
Foreign influences.
Unexpected relationships.
Unusual encounters.
People from distant lands entering Karuppu's life.
At the ti everyone had dismissed it.
Now?
A Hollywood actress had sohow appeared in the middle of their son's cricket tournant.
The timing was suspicious.
Very suspicious.
Lakshmi rubbed her forehead.
"I still think it could be nothing."
Sivakumar snorted hearing his wife defend their Youngest.
"That's what worries ."
"What?"
"When it cos to Karuppu..."
He leaned back heavily against the sofa.
"Nothing ever stays nothing."
Lakshmi couldn't even argue.
Because experience had proven him right.
Every single ti.
What started as a small issue around Karuppu sohow grew into sothing enormous.
A cricket match beca international headlines.
A movie beca a thousand-crore blockbuster.
A dinner apparently beca front-page news in London.
The pattern was undeniable.
anwhile, sowhere in Chennai...
Inside a locked caravan...
Karuppu was currently fighting for his life against three furious girls.
And sowhere else...
His parents were already preparing future interrogations.
For perhaps the first ti in years...
Karuppu was being hunted simultaneously by two different groups.
And neither group looked willing to show rcy.
Over the following days, the shooting of 3 continued steadily as Aishwarya moved through the schedule with remarkable efficiency.
Most of the emotionally heavy portions involving Ram had already been completed.
The apartnt scenes.
The hallucination scenes.
The heartbreaking confrontations with Janani.
The suicide letter sequence.
The emotional breakdowns.
One after another, they were successfully wrapped up.
What remained now were a few important scenes scattered throughout the story.
Among them was one sequence that everyone on the crew was looking forward to shooting.
The pub parking lot fight.
Unlike the usual comrcial fight scenes popular during that period, this wasn't designed to make the hero look stylish.
There were no slow-motion hero entries.
No mass punch dialogues.
No crowd-whistle monts.
In fact, the fight was intentionally designed to make the audience uncomfortable.
To show just how unstable Ram had beco.
The stunt choreography was being handled by Stunt Silva.
After hearing Aishwarya's explanation of the scene and understanding Ram's ntal condition at this stage of the story, he spent several days redesigning the entire sequence.
Initially, he had prepared a conventional fight.
But after discussing the character with Karuppu and Aishwarya, he scrapped most of it.
"This isn't a hero fight," Silva had explained.
"This is a ntally broken man exploding."
That single sentence beca the foundation of the entire sequence.
The location selected was a multi-level parking area attached to a pub.
The art departnt had deliberately made the place feel isolated.
Dim lights.
Concrete pillars.
Parked vehicles.
Long shadows.
The atmosphere itself felt uneasy.
The scene began shortly after Janani was harassed by a drunken office worker outside the pub.
Ram, already emotionally unstable and struggling with his worsening condition, witnessed the incident.
Without hesitation he stepped forward and slapped the man.
Hard.
The slap itself beca a problem.
Because the man happened to be part of a larger group.
A group of intoxicated coworkers who were still inside the pub.
Realizing things could escalate, Ram imdiately sent Janani ho in a cab.
He didn't want her involved.
Didn't want her seeing what might happen next.
Unfortunately the situation escalated faster than expected.
The drunken man returned.
This ti accompanied by several others.
All of them angry.
All of them intoxicated.
And all of them looking for revenge.
Ram and Senthil suddenly found themselves heavily outnumbered.
As filming began, the tension imdiately beca apparent.
The n surrounded them.
Cutting off escape routes.
The insults started.
Then the pushing. Then the punches.
Senthil desperately tried to calm things down.
But nobody listened.
The mont he stepped between the two groups, he was punched in the stomach.
Another man hit him from behind.
Soon he found himself overwheld.
anwhile, several n grabbed Ram.
Pinning his arms.
Holding him in place.
The man who had been slapped earlier approached slowly.
A drunken smile spread across his face.
The kind of smile that only appeared when soone believed they had complete control.
Then ca the punch.
The first hit landed directly on Ram's face.
Another.
And another.
Blood appeared almost imdiately.
The makeup departnt had prepared multiple blood rigs for the sequence.
By the third punch, blood trickled down from the corner of Ram's mouth.
The attackers continued.
Ram didn't fight back.
Didn't even react much.
Which sohow made the scene more disturbing.
Nearby, Senthil kept trying to reach him.
But every attempt resulted in another beating.
Eventually both n ended up on the ground.
The attackers laughed.
Satisfied.
Believing the matter was finished.
Several of them began walking away.
But one of the drunk n wasn't satisfied.
He wanted sothing more.
Sothing permanent.
A mark.
The man picked up a knife.
Then turned around.
"I'll leave him sothing to rember."
The line echoed through the parking area.
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