Abhimanyu, a runaway who fled the hellish environment his father created, has spent a decade navigating life's uncertainties through a world of gambling. Alone and drifting through the streets of Lucknow, everything changes when he encounters Roop...
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"Chand! Go make your bed, it's past ten already!" Roop called from the kitchen, unpacking boxes and trying to settle into their new place. Rishabh was helping out as well.
"No! I want to sleep with Naani-maa," Chand whined, her lower lip jutting out. Being the youngest, she often got her way.
Roop sighed. "Fine, help Naani-maa make the bed then," she said. Chand skipped happily towards her adoptive grandmother's room, whom she called "Naani-maa" with much affection. But on her way, she spotted the television flickering in the living room. Her eyes lit up when she saw Shah Rukh Khan, her favorite Bollywood actor, on the screen.
Shah Rukh Khan is in Lucknow?!" Chand screeched, her voice echoing through the room. Krish, who was happily watching the television, jumped in surprise.
The teenager on the couch scowled. "Kid! Why are you shouting?!"
Chand puffed out her face and glared at her older brother. "I'm 6 years old! I'm not a kid!"
Before Krish could retort, a mischievous glint sparked in Chand's eyes. She darted off towards the kitchen where Roop was unpacking.
"Didi! Roop Didi!" Chand called, her voice laced with excitement.
Roop didn't turn around. "What is it now, Chand?" she asked, focusing on arranging the cutlery in the cupboard.
"Can we go meet Shah Rukh Uncle right now?!" Chand pleaded, her eyes wide with hope.
Roop finished putting away the last of the silverware before turning to Chand. She shook her head gently. "No, not right now, sweetheart. Maybe tomorrow, if things work out."
Disappointment clouded Chand's face like a storm. Refusal wasn't something she digested well, a trait she undoubtedly copied from Roop's own stubborn streak. Rishabh chuckled, unable to resist Chand's expression. She puffed out her cheeks and glared at Roop, who continued unpacking with unwavering determination, a determined little warrior facing an immovable fortress.
"Maybe I can take you to meet him tomorrow, Chand," Rishabh offered, a playful glint in his eyes. "I have a security detail shift at his film set. I bet he could squeeze in a few minutes for his biggest fan if I put in a good word."
Chand's face broke into a radiant smile. Meeting her idol seemed like a dream come true. Shah Rukh Khan held a special place in her heart, just like countless others across India.
"There's no need for that, Rishabh," Roop interjected, her voice firm. "Maybe this can be a learning experience for Chand. It's important to learn how to handle disappointment."
Rishabh opened his mouth to protest, but Roop cut him off with a determined look. "That's enough, Rishabh. I've made my decision." With that, she excused herself and headed to another room, leaving Rishabh and Chand behind in the kitchen.
