THE EVIL BOTTLE

CHAPTER 1

Characters in the Scene:

Raghu: The leader, cold and calculative, dressed in a leather jacket and aviators. Kamal: A talkative and slightly jittery subordinate, always cracking jokes. Salim: The quiet, observant one, cleaning his rifle with a practiced hand.

Raghu (leaning out of the side door, scanning the jungle below): "Look at this place. Untouched. Makes you wonder why we don't cut it all down and make some real money."

Kamal (laughs): "Boss, it's full of animals and trees. Who cares? As long as the buyers pay for what we catch, we're golden."

Salim (without looking up from his rifle): "Just don't spook the locals. Last time, one of them spotted us, and it nearly cost us a shipment."

Kamal (shrugs, grinning): "They're just jungle people. What are they gonna do? Throw sticks at a chopper?"

Raghu (snapping): "Focus. The buyers are paying top dollar for that tiger skin. No mistakes this time."

Kamal reaches into a cooler to grab a drink, accidentally bumping a bag. Inside, an empty water bottle rolls toward the open door.

Kamal (laughing): "Oops! Almost lost the boss's lunch!"

Salim (without humor): "Careful, idiot."

The bottle teeters on the edge of the doorframe as the helicopter tilts slightly, and then—

Kamal (mock dramatic): "And there it goes! Farewell, little bottle!"

The three men watch it tumble into the trees below.

Raghu (rolling his eyes): "Great. Now you're littering too. Let's just focus on the target. Kamal, keep your eyes peeled."

The bottle plummets through the thick canopy, unseen by the smugglers, landing in a small clearing where members of the Adivasi tribe are gathered.

The camera shifts to the jungle floor. A group of Adivasi children playing nearby hears the rustle of the falling bottle. They approach cautiously, eyes wide as they stare at the gleaming plastic object.

One child hesitates, then reaches out with a stick to poke it. The adults, hearing the commotion, rush over.

Tribal Elder (in their language, sternly): "Stop! Don't touch it. This is not of the jungle. It is a sign of evil from the skies."

The tribe gathers around, murmuring in fear and awe, setting the stage for the story's unfolding drama.

The jungle was alive with its usual symphony of birds and rustling leaves, but now a hushed unease spread among the Adivasi tribe as they gathered around the strange object. The bottle, lying innocuously in the dirt, shimmered under the dappled sunlight.

Characters in the Scene:

Elder Dhruva: The wise and respected leader of the tribe, known for his deep connection with the spirits. Anaya: A curious and bold young woman, intrigued rather than fearful. Rohan: A cautious hunter, protective of the tribe's safety. Other Villagers: A mix of fearful and curious voices.

The elder stepped forward, leaning on his carved wooden staff. His face was weathered, his eyes sharp despite his age.

Elder Dhruva (raising his hand for silence): "What has happened here? Why do you all gather in fear?"

Child 1 (pointing to the bottle, whispering): "It fell from the sky, Baba. We saw it with our own eyes!"

Anaya (kneeling near the object, her voice tinged with wonder): "Look at it. It's smooth... like water hardened into a shape. But it smells strange."

Rohan (pulling Anaya back, his voice urgent): "Stay away, Anaya! It could be cursed! The sky spirits may have sent it as punishment."

The villagers murmured, their voices overlapping in a rising wave of concern.

Villager 1: "It doesn't belong here. Look at its shine—it is unnatural."
Villager 2: "The gods are angry. We must appease them!"
Villager 3: "Baba, what should we do? Will it bring sickness to our children?"

Elder Dhruva stepped closer to the bottle, observing it carefully but keeping his distance. He raised his staff, chanting softly in their native tongue, invoking the spirits for guidance.

Elder Dhruva (after a pause, his voice grave): "This is not of our world. It has no life, no breath, yet it lies here among us. This is an omen—a message from the sky spirits. We must act swiftly to protect our people."

Anaya (standing up, her tone questioning but not disrespectful): "But Baba, what if it is not a curse? What if it is a sign... something we must understand?"

Rohan (interrupting, his tone firm): "Anaya, you speak out of place! You would risk the safety of the tribe for your curiosity?"

Elder Dhruva (calmly): "Enough, both of you. We cannot ignore what we do not understand. But neither can we let it remain among us. We will take it far from our land and leave it where the spirits will guide it away."

The villagers nodded in agreement, though unease lingered in their eyes.

Villager 4: "But who will take it, Baba? Who will bear the burden of the curse?"

Elder Dhruva's gaze swept over the crowd, his expression heavy with responsibility.

Elder Dhruva: "Only the bravest among us can take on this task. The spirits will guide their path."

The Volunteers

A tense silence followed before Anaya stepped forward.

Anaya (with quiet determination): "I will go, Baba. If the spirits mean to send us a message, I wish to understand it."

Rohan (gritting his teeth): "Then I will go as well. Someone must keep you safe from your own recklessness."

Elder Dhruva nodded approvingly, though his expression remained grave.

Elder Dhruva: "Anaya, Rohan, and three others shall carry this object far from our home. Prepare yourselves. The journey will be long, and the spirits will test your strength."

As the chosen ones prepared for their journey, the rest of the tribe gathered to perform a purification ritual, chanting and offering prayers to the spirits, asking for protection.