I AM AN ORDINARY PERSON (Indian Movies Fanfic)

"3RD PERSON POV"

As Parag collapsed, unconscious and bloodied, silence swept across the rooftop. Only the cold wind whispered through the still air. The tension hadn't faded, but it had shifted—like something dark had just ended, and something heavier was about to begin.

Suryakantham rushed to Aravind's side, her heels clicking against the floor. Her eyes scanned his face, her voice thick with worry. "Aaru, are you okay?"

Aravind looked at her, a small smile playing on his lips. He gently placed his hand on her head, brushing her hair back.

"Of course I'm okay," he said softly, as if the brutal fight hadn't just happened.

Suddenly, the rooftop door swung open with a loud clang. Everyone turned.

Daya Bandaru stepped out first, followed by Appaji. Daya's expression was as sharp as ever—cold, calculating. Aravind let out a sigh, his shoulders dropping slightly in mock exhaustion.

"Great," he muttered. "Another joker, another round of drama."

Daya and Abhishikth locked eyes, the weight of unspoken history pressing between them. Abhishikth's voice was low but steady, sharp like a blade drawn in daylight.

"A crime hidden in the darkness of night… always comes to light by morning," he said. "Did you really think I wouldn't find out you helped Seetharam kill my father and brother?"

Daya's jaw tightened. His finger snapped up, pointing straight at Aravind.

"Because of him, you—"

But before he could finish, Aravind cut in with an almost bored tone.

"Hey, don't drag me into your mess," he said. "I just kept my end of a deal. Abhishikth wanted to know who was behind the murders. I told him. Simple as that. Nothing personal."

Daya stared at him, seething, but Aravind didn't flinch.

Abhishikth's words sliced through the tension in the air, his voice calm yet laced with a sharpness that made everyone on the rooftop take notice.

"And all of this, Daya," he said, his eyes narrowing, "just to take over the company? You're going to put the blame on Varma and Sarma? For what, to cover your tracks?"

Varma's eyes shot open in disbelief, his breath caught in his throat as he processed what was being said. Abhishikth didn't let the moment linger; he continued, his words cold and deliberate.

"You know all the secrets I know, Daya. And even if you feed milk to a snake, it's still going to bite you. Because in the end, it's a snake. It's in its nature," Abhishikth's tone turned sharper as he stared at Daya. "I know you and Seetharam are after my will. That's why I gave the original to Uncle Appaji and put a false one in the bag. To make you all look like idiots."

With that, Abhishikth reached inside his shirt, pulling out the original will. He held it up for everyone to see, his eyes never leaving Daya's face.

"This," he said, "is the real will. My plan B."

Daya's eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of the document, his face darkening with a mix of anger and disbelief. He took a step forward, his voice laced with contempt.

"You're just like your father," Daya spat, unable to hide the disdain in his voice.

Abhishikth's lips twisted into a small, knowing smile. He didn't flinch at Daya's words.

"He's the blood running in my veins," he replied, his tone almost indifferent. "My father always thought about the good of people like you... but I'm not my father. I've learned that some people don't deserve kindness."

Daya's voice broke through to atmosphere, sharp and full of venom. "Goodness," he scoffed, his tone dripping with bitterness. "You talk about goodness, but your father never extended his hand to help my brother."

The atmosphere on the rooftop became heavy, thick with tension as everyone absorbed his words. Abhishikth, standing across from Daya, remained calm, his expression unreadable. He didn't interrupt, allowing Daya to vent his anger.

"My brother, Aditya Bandaru, died at the hands of a bloodthirsty mob," Daya continued, his voice growing more ragged, his fists clenched at his sides. "And your father, he just stood by, watching. He ran from there like a coward. He could've helped, but he didn't. My brother died because of him!"

Daya's chest heaved with rage, and the words spilled from him like a dam breaking open. "This company," he sneered, "was built on my brother's grave. That's all it is. A graveyard. Nothing more."

The fury in Daya's eyes burned brighter with every word. He took a step closer to Abhishikth, his gaze full of contempt. "I've spent the last 25 years of my life thinking only about how to kill your father. And now, here we are. You think your father's legacy means something to me? It doesn't. I'll never let this company live. It's nothing more than the final insult to my brother's death."

His voice was thick with hatred, every word a bitter reminder of the past that had shaped him into the man he had become.

Abhishikth's gaze didn't waver as he listened to Daya's outburst. His expression remained calm, but there was a sharpness in his eyes that spoke of a long-buried rage. "You talk about my father like you know him, but you forget the truth," he said, his voice steady, almost too calm for the weight of his words. "Your brother, Aditya, backstabbed the company, and you didn't see that. He was plotting to steal money from the company with the help of the MLA. And even after all that, my father still tried to help him. But what did you do when that happened?"

The silence between them grew thick as Abhishikth's voice grew colder, his words cutting through the tension like a blade. "You tried to assassinate my mother while I was still in her womb. Do you think hatred can justify that?" His breath deepened, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. "When hatred becomes too heavy on the scale of love, everything is lost. Do you understand that?"

Abhishikth took a long, controlled breath before continuing, his anger seeping through in every word. "My father helped thousands of people like you. He took responsibility for his staff, ensuring that their children had the opportunity to learn and grow. But you? You people are nothing but murderers. You killed him."

Daya's face twisted with contempt as Abhishikth's words rang in his ears. He sneered, shaking his head in disbelief. "Your father was just a cheap hustler," he spat, his voice dripping with disdain. "Don't make him out to be some kind of god."

The tension in the air thickened, and for a moment, it felt like time had stopped. The rooftop, once filled with noise and chaos, now stood still as both men stood locked in a battle of words, each holding the weight of their past like a weapon ready to strike.

The tense silence was suddenly broken by the unmistakable crunch of someone munching on something. Both Abhishikth and Daya turned their heads toward the sound, brows furrowed.

There, on the sofa, Aravind was casually seated between Bala and Suryakantham, holding a big bucket of popcorn in his lap. His legs were crossed, posture relaxed like he was enjoying a late-night movie. Bala, Suryakantham, and Sukumari were all reaching into the bucket, taking popcorn one handful at a time, eyes glued to Abhishikth and Daya like they were watching the climax of a family drama.

Seeing that both men had stopped talking, Aravind looked up and said with an innocent expression, "Why did you stop? Don't mind us. Carry on."

He reached into the bucket to grab another handful—only to find it empty. He tilted the bucket and looked inside, then narrowed his eyes at the three sitting beside him.

"What the hell? You all finished it?" he said, standing up dramatically, looking betrayed. "I was saving that for the big reveal!"

Hearing Aravind's complaint, the three of them looked away, avoiding his gaze like guilty kids caught red-handed. Aravind sighed and tossed the empty bucket aside with exaggerated disappointment.

Abhishikth, still recovering from the drama, looked at him and asked, "Where did you even get the popcorn?"

Aravind turned to him, paused for a second, and thought in his head, 'Hey SYS, what should I say? Where did I get the popcorn?'

The System replied in a flat tone, [I don't know, Host. Figure it out yourself.]

Aravind frowned. 'But you're the one who gave it to me!'

[You asked—] the System started, but Aravind cut her off mid-sentence. 'Okay, okay, forget it.'

Looking back at Abhishikth, Aravind casually pointed toward a corner of the rooftop. "I found it there."

Everyone stared at him like he'd lost his mind. The disbelief on their faces was louder than words.

Aravind simply grinned and shrugged. "Believe it or not, that's up to you."

Abhishikth opened his mouth to say something, but Aravind raised his hand, turning toward Suryakantham, Bala, Appaji, Varma and Sukumari. "We can handle things from here. You all should head down—the voting's about to begin."

They hesitated for a moment, but nodded and made their way to the rooftop door without another word.

Now, only four people remained—Aravind, Abhishikth, Daya, and Parag, who was beginning to stir, groaning softly as he regained consciousness.

After a moment of tense silence, Daya looked directly at Abhishikth and said coldly, "If you think I regret anything I did to your family… then no, I don't. Not even a little."

Abhishikth clenched his jaw, ready to speak, but before he could say a word, the rooftop door creaked open again. Seetharam stepped out, his eyes scanning the scene quickly. He walked toward Daya with a fake smile, speaking like nothing had happened.

"What are you doing here, uncle? Let's go. You still have to vote for me."

Daya chuckled bitterly, not even bothering to look at him. "Vote for you? I never wanted you to be CEO, Seetharam. I wanted the position for myself."

Seetharam's smile disappeared. His eyes narrowed slightly as he glanced at Parag, who was now fully awake and slowly standing up. Seetharam gave him a subtle nod.

Understanding the signal instantly, Parag rushed toward Daya with sudden aggression. Without saying a word, he grabbed Daya by the collar and started dragging him toward the edge of the rooftop.

Daya struggled, shouting, "Let go of me!"

But Parag didn't stop. He shoved Daya toward the edge with all his strength. However, just before Daya could topple over, he grabbed Parag by his tie and yanked him forward.

Both of them lost their balance.

In a flash, the two men tumbled over the edge together.

Their screams echoed for a second—then silence.

As Abhishikth turned to look over the rooftop's edge, stunned by what had just happened, Seetharam's eyes locked onto the pistol lying a few feet away on the ground. Without wasting a second, he lunged toward it.

But before his fingers could reach the gun, Aravind's boot connected hard with Seetharam's face. The impact was brutal — the crack of breaking teeth echoed across the rooftop. Seetharam was sent flying backward, crashing to the ground with a painful grunt, blood pouring from his shattered mouth.

Aravind didn't even flinch. He looked over at Abhishikth and said, calm but firm, "You go downstairs. I'll take care of him."

Abhishikth hesitated for a moment, clearly torn, but then gave a sharp nod and turned to run toward the rooftop door.

Seetharam groaned as he forced himself back up, blood dripping from his chin. His eyes were full of rage, wild and unhinged. He spit out a tooth and glared at Aravind with pure hatred.

"You bastard," he growled, voice gurgling through blood. "Why the hell did you get in my way?!"

With a roar, Seetharam lunged at Aravind with all the fury he had left, but Aravind sidestepped effortlessly, grabbing him by the collar mid-charge. Without pause, he drove his knee into Seetharam's gut, folding him in half. Before Seetharam could react, Aravind slammed his elbow down onto the back of his neck, sending him crashing to the ground like a ragdoll.

Seetharam groaned and tried to push himself up, but Aravind grabbed him by the back of his shirt and yanked him to his feet. A vicious uppercut followed—bone met bone with a sickening crack. Blood sprayed from Seetharam's mouth, his head snapping back violently.

Aravind didn't stop.

A flurry of punches came next, each blow precise and devastating. One to the ribs—crack. Another to the jaw—snap. A brutal hook to the temple sent Seetharam stumbling sideways, dazed and half-blind. Aravind followed with a spinning kick that smashed against Seetharam's chest, knocking the wind from his lungs and sending him tumbling over a stack of crates.

He crawled out, coughing blood, trembling, barely able to stand. Aravind walked slowly toward him, his steps steady, casual—like a predator savoring the final moment.

Seetharam swung blindly, but Aravind caught his wrist, twisted it with a snap, and drove his fist into Seetharam's face again—once, twice, three times. Blood poured from his nose, his face unrecognizable now. A final strike to the side of the head sent him spinning, collapsing to his knees.

Aravind started walking toward him, slow and steady. Seetharam, blood dripping from his swollen face, raised his trembling hands and said, "S-Stop... just for a moment."

Aravind paused a few steps away, tilting his head slightly. "What now, man?" he asked, his voice calm and almost amused.

Seetharam looked up at him, eyes bloodshot and full of disbelief. "Who the hell are you? Why the fuck did you destroy everything? Why?"

Without a word, Aravind bent down and picked up the gun from the floor. He checked it casually, then walked the rest of the way and pointed it right at Seetharam's forehead.

Seetharam was a mess—blood smeared across his face, breathing hard, eyes locked on the cold steel in front of him. His voice was weak but steady. "At least tell me... who are you? Why did you do this to me?"

Aravind chuckled softly, like it was all just a joke to him. He crouched slightly so they were at eye level and said, "You're a good villain, man. Not like those third-rate ones who start begging when it's over. Respect."

Then he gave that same casual grin and added, "As for why I stopped you? Honestly… call it coincidence. Or maybe your luck's just that bad. Either way, you picked the wrong rooftop today."

Seetharam just stared at him in silence, his bloodied face frozen in disbelief. Aravind tilted his head slightly and continued, voice still calm, almost playful.

"And as for who I am… sorry, man. Can't tell you that. Guess you'll have to die without knowing. Just remember me as an ordinary guy passing by."

He gave a small smirk and added, "Anyway, say hi to the people you sent yesterday to kill me. Tell them I said what's up."

Seetharam's lips curled into a faint smile, accepting his fate.

Without hesitation, Aravind pulled the trigger. The shot rang out, echoing across the rooftop. Seetharam's head jerked back, and his body crumpled to the ground—lifeless.

Silence settled over the rooftop like a heavy blanket.

Aravind let out a deep sigh, then tossed the gun to the side without a second thought. He stretched his arms above his head, loosened his shoulders, and slid his hands into his pockets. Looking up at the open sky, he exhaled like a man who just finished a morning jog, not a brutal rooftop standoff.

"Who's gonna clean this up? Not my problem," he muttered casually.

He looked at the scene one last time and said to himself, "So… Parag found out Seetharam and Daya killed Govinda and Mohan. He came up here to confront them. In the fight, he shot Seetharam… then fell with Daya. Case closed."

With that, he turned and walked toward the rooftop door, his steps light and relaxed. He began humming a tune SYS had played the night before, singing under his breath with a grin:

"Got the man with the plan right here

Bringing swag with the man right here

Livin' up and sippin' on beer

Yeah, clap for me man right here…"

And just like that, he disappeared through the door—like nothing had happened.

(A/N: Finally, the Agnyaathavaasi movie plot is over. Tell me what you think about the story so far, and suggest some movies for the next plot)