February 5–March 5, 1986, Mumbai, India*
The morning sun bathed Bandra's tree-lined streets in a golden glow as Raj Mehra parked his Hindustan Contessa outside Priya and Jyoti Menon's modest flat. The humid air carried the scent of jasmine and the distant hum of rickshaws, a familiar pulse of Mumbai that grounded Raj after his whirlwind London trip. His empire was soaring—18 crore earned in the UK, *The Bharat Front* dominating newsstands, and *Love Train* climbing toward blockbuster status. With his secret calculations guiding every move, Raj's 22-crore net worth was just the beginning. Today, he sought to reconnect with Priya and Jyoti, whose talents were integral to his vision.
Raj rang the bell, and Priya opened the door, her face lighting up in a radiant smile. She wore a simple yellow kurta, her hair loosely tied, exuding a warmth that made Raj's heart skip. "Raj! You're back from London!" she exclaimed, pulling him inside. Jyoti lounged on the sofa, a notebook open in her lap, her brow furrowed in thought. The flat was cozy, with posters of *Love Train* adorning the walls and a faint aroma of coffee lingering.
"Missed you both," Raj said, settling into an armchair. "How's everything here?"
Priya plopped onto the sofa beside Jyoti, her eyes sparkling. "*Love Train*'s a hit, Raj. The theaters are packed, and people are talking about it everywhere—college kids, families, even taxi drivers! I've been swamped with public gatherings to promote it. No TV interviews like in Hollywood—India's stuck with Doordarshan's government channel—but the crowds at Gaiety Galaxy and Eros are wild."
Raj nodded, impressed. "What's the latest collection?"
"First week was 5 lakhs, second was 15 lakhs—20 lakhs total then," Priya said. "But it's exploding now. Third week hit 35 lakhs, fourth week 50 lakhs, fifth week 55 lakhs, and sixth week 60 lakhs. That's 2.2 crore already, and we've recovered the 30-lakh budget. It's a blockbuster, Raj, and it's only the start."
"Your vision's paying off," Raj said, his mind confirming the 5-crore projection. "Shekar Gupta and Kajal Agarwal must be thrilled."
"Oh, they're stars now!" Priya laughed. "Shekar was doing small roles, and Kajal was barely getting auditions. Now they're flooded with offers—big films, endorsements. *Love Train* changed their lives."
Raj turned to Jyoti, who was doodling absently in her notebook. "And you, Jyoti? How's the writing going?"
Jyoti sighed, setting her pen down. "I'm stuck, Raj. *Baahubali Chapter 1* is done, but I'm struggling to find a new idea. Everything feels flat compared to Mahishmati."
Raj leaned forward, his voice encouraging. "Why not write *Baahubali Chapter 2*? You've got the momentum, and the first book's going to be a hit."
Jyoti's eyes lit up, her earlier frustration melting. "Chapter 2? You think I can pull it off?"
"Absolutely," Raj said. "I read Vijayendra Prasad's polished draft of *Chapter 1*—it's incredible. What did you think?"
Jyoti's face softened, her excitement palpable. "I was blown away, Raj. Vijayendra's detailing—the way he describes Shivudu's strength, Sivagami's resolve, the betrayal—it's so vivid. The plot's tighter, the dialogues pop. I'm 100% sure it'll be a bestseller."
"Then let's keep it going," Raj said but you have to make me happy first. If you want to know the chapter 2 plot.
Jyoti blushed and said " what you want "
Raj smiled and pulled out a Sexy bikini which have hole on the pussy area.
Raj said go change into it.
Jyoti face was red.
Raj said " Don't want to do it "
Jyoti blushed and said " okay i will do it "
Then she changed into them.
Priya said Raj don't you have something for me.
Raj said " how can that be he pulled out same outfit with different colour. "
She grabbed it and goes to change both of them changed into it.
Raj said to Jyoti come out suck my cock and gave a dildo belt to Priya to fuck Jyoti from behind.
Then Raj and Priya fucked the Jyoti.
After 2 hours play all of them took bath.
After that Raj mind already envisioning the sequel's epic scope. He said to Jyoti "Picture this for *Chapter 2*: After Katappa's betrayal, we dive into why he did it. The kingdom's in chaos, Bhallaladeva's tyranny grows, and Shivudu rises to reclaim Mahishmati. It's about revenge, loyalty, and uncovering secrets." He spun a 30-minute tale, detailing epic battles, a forbidden romance between Shivudu and Avantika, and Katappa's tragic past. Jyoti scribbled furiously, her skepticism replaced by fervor. "This is gold, Raj! I'm starting tonight."
Raj grinned, then shifted gears. "You two are doing amazing work, but this flat's too small for your talents. Why not move to my villa? There's space, staff, and it's closer to Karma Productions and *Mehra Book House*. You'd be more comfortable."
Priya raised an eyebrow, teasing. "Trying to keep us close, huh?"
Jyoti hesitated, her independence bristling. "I don't know, Raj. We're fine here."
"Come on," Raj pressed, his charm disarming. "The villa's got a library for you, Jyoti, and a home theater for you, Priya. Plus, Kamla Aunty's cooking beats takeout. Think of it as a creative hub."
Priya laughed, nudging Jyoti. "He's not wrong. Imagine writing *Baahubali* with a sea view."
Jyoti sighed, relenting. "Fine, but only if I get my own room."
"Done," Raj said, clapping his hands. "I'll send a truck tomorrow to move your things."
Before leaving, Raj called Suraj Singh, *Pragarti Venture*'s CEO. "Suraj, I want to acquire theater chains. Budget's 5 crore. Find viable options and report back in a month."
"Boss, that's ambitious," Suraj replied, his voice crackling with energy. "I'll inquire with owners and get you a full report by March. We'll secure the best chains."
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A month later, March 5, 1986, Raj's empire was in full bloom. V. Vijayendra Prasad had finalized *Baahubali: The Beginning*, co-authored with Jyoti Menon, a 350-page epic ready for *Mehra Book House*. Raj instructed Lalit Modi, the manager, to print 1 lakh copies initially, with plans to scale to 2 lakhs if sales soared. "This book will redefine Indian literature," Raj told Lalit, his confidence unshaken.
Priya and Jyoti had settled into Raj's villa, their presence transforming the sprawling estate into a creative haven. Priya's days were filled with promotional events, while Jyoti worked on *Baahubali Chapter 2*, her typewriter clacking late into the night. *Love Train*'s box office had skyrocketed, with cumulative earnings at 2.2 crore and climbing, poised to hit 5 crore as predicted. Shekar Gupta and Kajal Agarwal, now household names, graced magazine covers, their success a testament to Priya's vision and Raj's investment.
*Mehra Book House*'s three new releases—*Panipat: The War Part 1*, *Ganga Ghat*, and *Chudal*—were gaining traction. *Panipat* sold 8,000 copies, its historical depth resonating with academics; *Ganga Ghat* moved 6,000, capturing romantics; and *Chudal* sold 5,000, thrilling horror fans. Raj ordered another 20,000 copies each, sensing bestseller potential.
Suraj called Raj that morning, his voice triumphant. "Boss, I've contacted theater owners across Mumbai, Delhi, and Bangalore. We've secured 50 theaters for 5 crore—prime locations, including Regal and Metro. Finalize the deal?"
"Do it," Raj said. "This is our gateway to controlling distribution."
Raj's financial maneuvers faced hurdles. Transferring 9 crore from *Pragarti Venture*'s UK account to India incurred 5 crore in taxes, leaving 4 crore. His 4-crore stock investment yielded 8 crore, but 6 crore in taxes loomed, fueling his resolve to explore tax-avoidance strategies. At *The Bharat Front*, Raj shifted to biweekly stock tips (e.g., Tata Steel, ITC), ensuring steady influence as the Sensex hit 630 points.
Exhausted, Raj returned to his villa, where Priya and Jyoti greeted him with chai and laughter. "You're building an empire like mahismati," Priya teased. "Don't forget us in all this."
"Never," Raj said, winking at Jyoti. "Your *Baahubali* and *Love Train* are my crown jewels." As he sank into his bed with two girls in his hands, the weight of his 22-crore net worth and growing ventures lulled him to sleep, his dreams filled with theaters, books, and a tax-free future.