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As the release date approached, Vikram K Kumar and the production team followed the sa strategy that had helped Aadhavan beco a worldwide phenonon.
Only this ti, they planned to do it even better.
One lesson everyone had learned from Aadhavan was simple.
People didn't mind subtitles.
But they preferred hearing emotions in their own language.
During Aadhavan's release, many viewers outside Tamil-speaking regions had watched the film because of the growing buzz around Karuppu.
They enjoyed it.
They appreciated it.
Yet many felt slightly disconnected.
When the trailers were released in tamil.
A joke landed differently through subtitles.
An emotional scene lost so of its impact.
A Fathers dialogue felt less personal.
The audience could feel there was sothing special.
But sotis the language barrier stood between them and the story.
Karuppu had noticed this personally.
And that's why Aadhavan team under his insistance did dubbing to many regional languages and even english.
But it was later added instead of being through the movie as the audience from different states can understand.
And follow the movie from the earlier update.
So when discussions about 13B began, he had only one instruction for Vikram K Kumar.
"Don't compromise."
The director rembered those words clearly.
"Not on the Hindi version."
"Not on Telugu."
"Not on Malayalam."
"Not on Kannada."
"Not even the English version."
"If we're doing it..."
"Do it properly."
As a result, professional dubbing teams were hired.
Not random voice artists.
Not cheap replacents.
Experienced actors.
Professional dubbing directors.
Language experts.
Dialogue writers.
Voice matching specialists.
The process took months.
Each language received its own attention.
Certain cultural references were adjusted carefully.
Dialogue flow was refined.
Emotional scenes were re-recorded multiple tis until they felt natural.
The English version received special attention.
Because Vikram K Kumar knew the international market was becoming increasingly important.
The team wanted a foreign viewer watching the English version to experience the sa tension and fear as soone watching the Tamil original.
Eventually, all versions were completed.
Then ca the next step.
The trailers.
One morning, trailers for every dubbed version were released simultaneously.
Hindi.
Telugu.
Malayalam.
Kannada.
English.
The internet imdiately exploded with reactions.
Many viewers who had watched the original Tamil trailer returned out of curiosity.
They wanted to see how the dubbing sounded.
The surprise was imdiate.
"Wait..."
"This actually sounds good."
"The voice fits perfectly."
"The English version doesn't sound awkward."
"The Hindi dubbing is excellent."
"The Telugu version feels natural."
The comnts sections quickly filled with praise.
Even fans who normally avoided dubbed films admitted sothing felt different.
The movie no longer felt like an outsider entering their region.
It felt like it belonged there.
That sense of ownership mattered.
Especially among Karuppu's growing fanbase.
Over the previous two years, his popularity had expanded far beyond Tamil Nadu.
His Cricketing carrier...
IPL had helped.
Aadhavan had helped.
Social dia clips had helped.
The Flintoff over had helped.
Now there were fan clubs appearing in places where people didn't understand a single word of Tamil.
They simply liked him.
And now those fans were finally getting a version of 13B they could fully experience.
The English trailer proved especially interesting.
Reaction channels.
Movie forums.
Horror communities.
People who had never heard of Karuppu before started discussing the film.
Many were intrigued by the concept.
A television serial predicting real-life events.
A family trapped by supernatural forces.
A protagonist desperately trying to uncover the truth.
The premise itself felt unique.
anwhile, inside trade circles, optimism continued to grow.
The dubbed trailers were generating views far above expectations.
Distributors who had originally been cautious about the horrer thed movie started increasing screen counts.
Several theater chains expanded bookings after seeing audience interest.
Even so overseas exhibitors who had planned limited releases began requesting additional screens.
At Zagaram Productions, Suriya watched the numbers arriving one after another.
From the production house who produced 13B.
View counts.
Trailer reactions.
Advance inquiries.
Distribution requests.
He leaned back in his chair.
He was paying close attention which Karuppu asked him to since they could gauge the way they could spread their production house wings.
Across from him, Vikram K Kumar was reviewing another report who had arrived with a another project he wanted Suriya to star in it.
Neither spoke for several monts.
Finally Suriya smiled.
"You know..."
"Hmm?"
"The audience is taking this seriously."
Vikram Kumar nodded his head he was really excited.
"They are."
For the first ti since the project began, he felt so of the tension leave his shoulders.
Because horror films lived and died on audience curiosity.
And curiosity was exactly what 13B was generating.
Thousands of people were asking the sa question.
"What exactly is happening in that apartnt?"
And in cinema, there was no better marketing than an audience desperate to know the answer.
The day of the 13B premiere finally arrived.
Because of the ti difference, the overseas premieres would begin before the film's official release in India.
For the first ti since moving to California, Karuppu would be watching one of his own movies not as an actor sitting in a special guest section, but as just another mber of the audience.
And strangely...
He felt more nervous than he had during any cricket match.
The previous night, he had inford Adelaide and Kristen about the premiere.
"My movie is releasing tomorrow."
Adelaide imdiately looked up from her laptop.
"The horror one?"
"Yes."
"The creepy television one?"
"Also yes."
She instantly shut her laptop.
"I'm coming."
Karuppu laughed hearing her words.
"You didn't even ask what ti."
"Details are for weak people."
From the couch, Kristen raised an eyebrow.
"You're definitely coming."
"Of course."
"You hate horror movies."
"I know."
"Then why?"
Adelaide pointed dramatically.
"Because if I die of fear, I want witnesses."
The room erupted into laughter.
Kristen eventually agreed as well.
Though unlike Adelaide, she had a more professional reason.
She was curious.
Over the past year she had heard endless stories about Karuppu from Adelaide who would show her the clips of his batting bowling.
Even made her watch Aadhavan movie which she downloaded.
Aadhavan.
The massive collections.
The overseas success. For an Indian movie which got her curiosity.
The fan following he has in India.
Yet she had never actually watched one of his movies in a theater surrounded by his audience.
Now she would finally get the chance.
Later that evening, while Karuppu was getting ready for the premiere, his phone suddenly rang.
The screen displayed a familiar na.
Emma Watson.
A smile appeared on his face.
He answered imdiately.
"Hello, Miss Witch."
Emma laughed from the other side.
"Hello, Flintoff Destroyer."
Karuppu groaned hearing her use that nickna once again.
"Your father still calls that?"
"He absolutely does."
That only made both of them laugh harder.
Over the past year, despite their busy schedules, they had stayed in touch.
The calls weren't frequent.
Sotis once every few weeks.
Sotis once a month.
Usually whenever Emma had free ti between shoots.
Currently she was busy with the final stages of the Harry Potter films.
Long shooting schedules.
Promotions.
Interviews.
Yet sohow she still found ti to call him occasionally.
"So."
Emma began the conversation.
"Your movie releases today."
Karuppu blinked hearing her.
"How do you know that?"
The answer ca imdiately.
"My father."
"...What?"
Emma laughed so hard she nearly dropped the phone.
"I'm serious."
"My dad follows your cricket updates."
"Your movie updates."
"Your interviews."
"Your IPL news."
Karuppu stared at the wall.
"I think your father is stalking . Should I call the cops..."
"That's what I've been saying."
The two burst out laughing.
According to Emma, ever since that IPL match years ago, Chris Watson had quietly beco a fan.
Not that he would ever openly admit it.
But the evidence was overwhelming.
Soon the conversation shifted elsewhere.
Emma asked about California.
His classes.
The VFX course.
The programming lessons.
His daily routine.
Karuppu explained everything.
The classes.
The projects.
The late-night assignnts.
The occasional hosickness.
And eventually ntioned sothing else.
"At least I have good neighbors."
A brief silence followed.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Then Emma casually asked.
"Neighbors?"
"Yeah."
"n or won?"
Karuppu imdiately started laughing.
"-Haha!!!"
"Definitely won."
The silence on the other end beca slightly longer.
"Oh."
Sothing about her tone made him pause.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"It doesn't sound like nothing."
"It is nothing."
anwhile, several thousand kiloters away, Emma was sitting between takes while Rupert Grint and Daniel Radcliffe occupied nearby chairs.
Both had been casually listening to her side of the conversation.
The mont Emma heard the word won, her expression changed slightly.
Not enough for a stranger to notice.
Enough for her friends to notice.
Rupert slowly leaned toward Daniel.
"Did she just beco serious?"
Daniel nodded his head.
"Definitely."
"Interesting."
Back on the call, Emma quickly changed the subject.
"What ti are you sleeping?"
Karuppu blinked hearing her tone.
"What kind of question is that?"
"A normal one."
"No, it isn't."
"It is today."
Before he could argue, Emma continued.
"Lock your door."
"What?"
"Then go to sleep."
"Emma—"
"Goodnight."
The line disconnected.
Karuppu stared at the phone.
"...What just happened?"
There was no answer.
Only the call-ended screen.
He looked at the device for several more seconds.
Then slipped it back into his pocket.
"Won are confusing."
With a helpless sigh, he grabbed his jacket and headed toward the door.
Outside, Adelaide and Kristen were already waiting.
And sowhere across California, audiences were beginning to gather for the first screenings of 13B.
Within a few hours, Karuppu would finally discover whether the film they had spent years creating would beco another success...
Or disappear into the shadows like so many horror films before it.
anwhile, thousands of kiloters away in England, the atmosphere on the Harry Potter set was far less calm than usual.
The crew were preparing for the next scene.
Lighting adjustnts were being made.
Costus were being checked.
Makeup artists moved between actors for last-minute touch-ups.
Emma Watson sat in one of the waiting areas between takes.
In her hand was Hermione's wand.
Normally she would be reading the script.
Or chatting with Rupert and Daniel.
Today, however, her mind was sowhere else entirely.
Specifically...
California.
And a certain idiot who had just casually inford her that he was surrounded by "good female neighbors."
Emma frowned slightly. Then frowned again.
'Why am I even thinking about that?'
The thought only made her more annoyed.
anwhile Rupert Grint was watching her with growing curiosity.
Daniel Radcliffe noticed it too.
Sothing was clearly occupying her thoughts.
Then it happened.
-Crack.
A very distinct sound echoed through the set.
Everyone nearby turned.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Emma blinked caught off guard by the sudden attention.
Then slowly looked down.
The wand in her hand had snapped cleanly in half.
For several seconds nobody spoke.
The entire area beca strangely silent.
Then Rupert pointed.
"You broke it."
Emma looked at the broken wand.
Then at Rupert.
Then back at the wand.
"Oh."
Daniel imdiately started laughing.
"-Haha!!!"
"How do you accidentally break a wand?"
Emma awkwardly smiled.
"I wasn't paying attention."
The answer sounded weak even to her own ears.
Several crew mbers nearby were trying not to laugh.
Eventually a mber of the props departnt arrived carrying a replacent wand.
He took one look at the broken pieces.
Then looked at Emma. Then sighed.
"Another one."
Emma raised both hands.
"In my defense..."
The props worker imdiately interrupted.
"You're not even close to the biggest offender."
His eyes slowly shifted toward Daniel.
The entire set burst into laughter.
Daniel imdiately pointed at himself.
"Why are you looking at ?"
"Because it's always you."
The props worker wasn't wrong.
Over the years, Daniel had developed a legendary reputation among the props departnt.
Nobody knew exactly how.
Nobody knew exactly why.
But sohow Harry Potter's wand had an unusually short life expectancy.
Daniel laughed helplessly.
"I don't do it on purpose."
"That's what you said the last ti."
"And the ti before that."
"And the ti before that."
Rupert was now laughing so hard he nearly fell out of his chair.
The props worker handed Emma a replacent wand.
"There."
"Please try not to destroy this one."
Emma accepted it sheepishly.
"I'll do my best."
The man walked away muttering sothing about needing an entire warehouse dedicated to Harry Potter wands.
Once he was gone, Rupert imdiately leaned closer.
"So."
Emma instantly narrowed her eyes.
"No."
"We haven't even asked anything."
"No."
Daniel joined in sensing the juicy gossip.
"Was that California?"
"No."
"It was California."
"It wasn't."
"It absolutely was."
Rupert nodded his head seeing her reaction.
"You broke a wand imdiately after the call."
"That's evidence."
"There is no evidence."
"There is now."
Emma grabbed a nearby cushion and threw it at both of them.
Neither stopped laughing.
For the rest of the afternoon, every ti Emma touched the replacent wand, Rupert would dramatically warn nearby crew mbers.
"Careful."
"The wand's in danger."
By lunchti, half the set had sohow learned that Hermione Granger had broken her wand while apparently thinking about sothing.
Or soone.
Which only made Emma regret breaking it even more.
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