Traveling Across Indian Movie Worlds

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the room. The peaceful expressions of Sashi, Prameela, and the other Sashi beside me were a reminder of the unforgettable night we had shared. A satisfied smile lingered on my face as I reflected on the bonds I had solidified.

By 10 AM, after we had all freshened up, I sent Sashi and Prameela back home. The other Sashi accompanied me to my house. As I drove into the garage, I noticed several police vehicles parked along the street. A surge of understanding hit me—the police had come as a result of the deceased protagonist Ram's entanglement with the Ex-Minister, who was using them to exact revenge on Ram's family.

Taking Sashi inside, I introduced her to Omisha, Sita, and Satya, asking them to welcome their new sister. They accepted her warmly, and I quickly learned that my MILFs—Gayatri, Madhumitha, and Himaja—were staying at their respective homes. With the plot playing out as expected, I prepared to act.

I stepped outside and rose into the air, floating high above to observe the scene. From my vantage point, I watched the police officers forcefully drag Ram's family into their vehicles and drive off. They headed to a deserted location, where the Ex-Minister and his brother-in-law were waiting with a group of armed men.

The family was visibly terrified—except for my women, who seemed calm, placing their trust in me to rescue them. The Ex-Minister, following the movie's events, ordered the police officer to prepare his men for execution.

Hovering above, I drew my rifle and aimed at the three officers targeting my women. The moment the order to fire was given, I acted. Three precise shots rang out, each finding its mark, killing the officers before they could pull the trigger. Chaos erupted as the remaining officers and the Ex-Minister's men scrambled in confusion as three women in the family survived and three of their policemen lay dead.

I moved with deadly precision, picking off the remaining men one by one. Their screams filled the air as they fell, leaving only the Ex-Minister, his brother-in-law, the lead officer, and a few subordinates alive.

As the last shot echoed, I descended from the sky, landing in front of the terrified survivors. The Ex-Minister and the police officer, Shankar, fell to their knees, their faces pale with fear and submission.

"Mercy, sir!" the Ex-Minister stammered, his hands trembling as he clasped them together. "Spare our lives, and we'll do whatever you ask!"

Shankar echoed his plea, his voice trembling. "Please, don't kill me. I'll serve you faithfully."

I smirked, letting the silence hang in the air, ensuring my dominance was fully understood. Finally, I spoke, my tone calm yet commanding.

"Your lives are already mine. Now, your loyalty will follow."

I retrieved two small devices from my pocket—tools from my System's God's Hand function—and placed them on their foreheads. A soft glow emanated from the devices before they disappeared, marking their transformation into my loyal slaves.

"You belong to me now," I declared. "But your survival comes with a purpose. Ex-Minister, you will reclaim your political power and become the Chief Minister of Andhra Pradesh. I will provide you with the resources to buy out every opponent who dares to stand against you. From now on, you are my political puppet."

The Ex-Minister's fear slowly gave way to ambition. "I'll do it, sir. With your support, no one can stop me."

I turned to Shankar. "And you, Officer Shankar, will rise to the highest rank in the police force. As the Director General of Police, you'll ensure the law serves me. Investigations, arrests, corruption—it all bends to my will through you."

"Yes, sir," Shankar replied, determination in his voice. "I'll be your man in the department."

Satisfied, I glanced at my MILFs saying their last goodbyes to their dead children without any tears, their feelings for their children with their Ex-husbands seem to be completely erased from their hearts due to the System's Harem function. Turning back to my new slaves, I issued a final command.

"Release these people and ensure their safety. They are under my protection now. Anyone who dares harm them will face consequences far worse than death."

The two men nodded fervently, barking orders to their remaining subordinates to free the captives and escort them home safely.

As my women left, I addressed my new slaves one last time. "The path I've set for you is clear. Do not fail me, and you will prosper under my shadow. Betray me, and you will learn why I'm feared."

The ex-minister and Shankar lowered their heads in submission, pledging their loyalty. I then asked Shankar how he planned to report on today's situation. 

Shankar replied, "The former minister arrived in Hyderabad today to offer his condolences to the family of the deceased IAS officer, Bhuvan. However, during the event, some Naxalites attacked. In the ensuing crossfire, many police officers who accompanied me for protection, as well as the minister's supporters and most of Bhuvan's family, lost their lives."

I was impressed with Shankar's quick thinking and praised him for it. Then, I turned to ex-minister Parasuram and informed him that by tomorrow, he would receive 1,000 crore in cash at his house. This money was intended for buying off the current politicians in power to facilitate a no-confidence motion against the existing government and push for re-elections.

With my new pawns in place, I returned home. The wheels of power had begun turning in my favor. Soon, I would control not just businesses but also the very government and law enforcement of this world. My domination was inevitable, and this would assist with the project alongside Alina to develop casinos in India.

After returning home from the day's events, I knew my women needed reassurance. Witnessing such a brutal display of power and death could leave anyone shaken, even if they trusted me implicitly. To help them process their emotions and overcome any lingering fears, I decided to spend the afternoon offering them my undivided attention—both emotionally and physically.

I started with the MILFs—Gayatri, Madhumitha, and Himaja—whose maturity and life experiences often masked deeper vulnerabilities. One by one, I brought them into my embrace, offering gentle words and intimate affection to soothe their minds. It wasn't just about lust; it was about forging an even deeper connection, making sure they felt cherished and protected.

The afternoon passed in a haze of shared passion and emotional bonding, leaving my women relaxed and reassured. By the time the sun began to set, the house was filled with a renewed sense of warmth and unity.

As evening approached, I decided to personally cook dinner for everyone—a gesture to bring the household together. The aroma of spices and freshly prepared dishes filled the air as I worked in the kitchen, crafting a feast fit for my ever-growing family.

By dinnertime, the dining table was surrounded by familiar faces. Sunanda arrived with her sister Gayatri, while Sashi and Prameela joined as well, their cheerful smiles lighting up the room. My six new secretaries also made their way to the table, looking slightly nervous but eager to integrate into this unusual yet welcoming family.

The atmosphere was lively as we all shared the meal I had prepared. Laughter and conversation flowed freely, easing the tension from the day. The women, each in their own way, expressed their gratitude and admiration for how I handled things earlier.

Sunanda leaned over at one point, her voice low yet teasing. "You really know how to handle situations, don't you?"

I chuckled, meeting her playful gaze. "It's all part of the plan. This family is my priority, and I'll always protect what's mine."

The evening ended with a toast—raised glasses filled with wine, sparkling juice, and other drinks—to celebrate our bond and the future we were building together.

As the night deepened, the women began to retreat to their rooms one by one, leaving me alone with my secretaries. I felt a sense of satisfaction and purpose. My world was expanding, and the foundations of power, loyalty, and love I was building were stronger than ever. The women left silently, wishing for their new sisters to experience the same pleasure they had. I then took my six secretaries to my room for a night filled with love, passion, and desire.

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Author's Note:

I understand that some of you may feel bored with the ongoing focus on Telugu films. I chose to start the book with movies I am most familiar with and comfortable discussing. However, don't worry— in the next chapter, we'll wrap up our exploration of these films and dive into movies in other languages. 

So I would like if you gave a few suggestions for them to be included in the story. Here is my idea:

I really enjoy the CID TV series and plan to use it as my main plot while integrating other movie plots into the cases. If you have any suggestions for me. Please leave a comment, review, and your power stones.

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