Stunt man to Star director

Chapter 30: A Heartfelt Act of Honor

Suraj sat at the head of the polished wooden table in Mythic Productions' conference room, a sense of satisfaction mingling with the seriousness of the business at hand. The meeting was formal and bustling, with company executives, the production accountant, and an advocate seated on one side, while representatives from the distribution company sat across from them, shuffling through paperwork and final calculations.

The final box office tally for Bloody Commando had come in: 80 crore. Suraj's heart swelled with pride at the achievement. For a small, nearly forgotten production house like Mythic, this was nothing short of a revival. According to the contract, the distribution company was owed 20% of the box office collection, a sum that they had more than earned through their hard work and support in getting the film across theaters in Bharat.

As the accountant handed over the check to the distribution executive, the room buzzed with optimism. The executive took the check with a smile, but before the meeting concluded, he added something that filled Suraj with encouragement.

"We'd be more than honored to distribute your next project, Mr. Suraj," the executive said, sincerity evident in his tone. "You've got a vision and, clearly, the talent to back it up. Bloody Commando's success speaks volumes, and we want to be part of what comes next."

Suraj felt a wave of gratitude. Kunal, seated next to him, gave Suraj a reassuring pat on the shoulder, his eyes warm with pride. With the formalities wrapped up, Suraj turned his attention to a promise he'd kept close to his heart.

As the executives left, Kunal quietly wrote another check, this one for the family of Ankit Rathore, the fallen army officer whose tragic death had shaken Bharat. It was a promise Suraj had made, a way of honoring Ankit's sacrifice and supporting his family in a meaningful way. Taking the check in hand, Suraj felt a sense of responsibility and fulfillment as he prepared to personally deliver this token of gratitude and respect.

Before he left, he dialed the number he had for the Rathore family. A young voice, Ankit's son, answered the phone. With a mix of excitement and sadness, he gave Suraj directions to their residence.

"Bhaiya," Aryan piped up, tugging on Suraj's sleeve. "Can I come with you?"

Suraj looked down at Aryan's earnest face and nodded, remembering that it was Aryan who had inspired him to make this pledge. Together, they drove to the Rathore family home, a modest but well-kept house in a quiet neighborhood. Along the way, Suraj noticed Aryan clutching the small card he'd made for Ankit's family, his small fingers tightly wrapping around it.

When they arrived, Ankit's family greeted them warmly, ushering them inside with gracious hospitality. Ankit's wife's eyes were filled with a mix of gratitude and sorrow as she welcomed Suraj and Aryan into their home. Ankit's son, standing beside his mother, looked up at Suraj with a mixture of pride and admiration, sensing that his father's sacrifice had not gone unnoticed.

Suraj handed over the check, but he barely looked at it as he explained, "This is a small gesture, a way to honor the bravery of your husband and father. He gave his life to protect this nation. We can never truly repay that debt, but I hope this helps in some way."

Ankit's wife took the check, her hand shaking slightly as tears welled in her eyes. "Thank you," she whispered. "He was a great man, and it means so much that someone recognizes that."

Just then, Ankit's son came forward, clutching a worn photograph of his father in uniform. "Thank you, sir. My father always said Bharat was worth everything."

Aryan, standing beside Suraj, stepped forward and handed over his handmade card, shyly smiling. "Jai Hind," he said softly, his small voice carrying a world of respect.

The family's gratitude overflowed, and Ankit's wife, her face softened with pride and fondness, asked if they could take a picture together to remember this day. Suraj hesitated. He hadn't come here for recognition or publicity. But seeing the hope and happiness in their faces, he finally nodded, with one condition: Aryan's face wouldn't be shown. The Rathore family agreed wholeheartedly, understanding Suraj's desire for privacy.

They took the picture, capturing a moment that held so much more than words. Aryan, standing by Suraj's side, looked at Ankit's son and gave a quick, heartfelt salute, saying, "Your dad was a hero. Jai Hind."

Suraj's heart swelled with pride at Aryan's genuine gesture. As they turned to leave, he felt a warmth that went beyond words. Aryan, always so full of innocence, had somehow grasped the importance of sacrifice and honor far better than many adults.

As they left the Rathore home, Suraj looked down at Aryan, who was smiling but quiet, reflecting on what they had just experienced. This small act of kindness, he knew, was something that Aryan would carry with him as he grew, a lesson in the importance of gratitude, humility, and remembrance.

And for Suraj, it was a reminder that, beyond the fame, beyond the box office success, it was the impact they made on the lives of others that truly mattered.

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Author note:

-20% of 80 cr is 16 which was given in

Distribution company

-5% of 80 cr is 4 cr which was given to

Army officer family

( I didn't mention values because I thought

It was innappriate in this part of chapter)

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