*March 7, 1986, Mumbai, India*
The morning sun filtered through the curtains of Raj Mehra's office at Karma Productions, casting a warm glow across the room where the hum of a thriving empire filled the air. The previous day, Raj had sealed a pivotal deal with Arjun Singh and Satyapal Rana for *Maharana Pratap: The Legacy*, a historical epic destined to leave a mark on Indian cinema.
Karma Productions would invest 2 crore in three phases: an initial 50 lakhs for pre-production, followed by 75 lakhs for the grand set construction, and a final 75 lakhs for filming. The centerpiece was a sprawling replica of Chittorgarh Fort, a project requiring six months of meticulous craftsmanship to bring its towering walls and intricate details to life. Pre-production would commence next week, focusing on costumes, script polishing, and actor selection—a process Raj intended to oversee closely.
During yesterday's meeting, Raj had been unequivocal with Arjun. "Cast a bad-looking actor for Akbar," he'd insisted, his tone leaving no room for debate. "Someone short, unappealing—portray him as evil, a rapist, a coward, and a lecher. Strip away the glorified myths. Show his true, historical self."
Arjun, though taken aback, had nodded thoughtfully, recognizing the bold narrative shift. The script, already brimming with Maharana Pratap's valor, would now pit his heroism against a starkly villainous Akbar, a choice Raj believed would ignite public discourse and boost box office appeal in 1986 India.
As Raj sipped his morning chai, the rich aroma grounding him, Shyam Rao, his uncle and the production house's seasoned manager, entered the office. His weathered face carried a mix of pride and concern, his footsteps heavy on the wooden floor.
Raj leaned back in his leather chair, the creak a familiar sound. "Uncle, you mentioned *Love Train Part 2* yesterday, didn't you?" he asked, his voice casual yet probing.
Shyam settled into the chair across from Raj, adjusting his spectacles. "Yes, Raj, I did. I've been mulling it over since *Love Train* took off. It's raking in 2.2 crore already, and with projections of 5 crore, it's a goldmine. Kapoor Studios and a few other big players have approached us—proposals to buy the sequel rights and even acquire Karma Productions outright. They're throwing numbers at us, but I wanted your take before we proceed."
Raj listened, his mind whirring with possibilities. He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the desk. "That's interesting, Uncle. What did they offer for the rights?"
Shyam flipped open a notebook, scanning his notes. "Kapoor's offering 75 lakhs, and Eros is at 80 lakhs, but they're also hinting at a full buyout of Karma for 5 crore. It's tempting, given our growth, but I'm hesitant to let go of what we've built."
Raj nodded, his thoughts turning inward. He silently queried his upgraded Prediction System: *Will a Love Train sequel be a hit?* [*No.*] The answer struck him like a thunderclap. The original's success—Priya's innovative direction, Shekar Gupta and Kajal Agarwal's breakout performances—had been a rare alignment of luck and novelty. A sequel risked squandering that magic on a tired formula.
"No to selling Karma Productions," Raj said firmly, his voice cutting through the room. "But for the sequel rights, let's sell. Set my minimum at 1 crore. We'll let the studios fight it out."
Shyam's eyes widened, his jaw dropping slightly. "Raj, why sell when we can produce it ourselves? A 1-crore minimum? Who'd pay that for sequel rights? And speaking of risks, what about yesterday's deal with Arjun Singh for *Maharana Pratap*? Two crore for a director with only a handful of low-budget films? The budget's massive, and his experience is limited. I'm worried we're stretching too thin."
Raj leaned back, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Uncle, trust me on this. The sequel won't earn. *Love Train* was a one-time spark—a new concept, fresh faces. Repeating it will just dilute the brand. As for who'll buy, when *Love Train* hits 5 crore, studios will see the franchise potential. They'll bid higher than 1 crore, mark my words. And *Maharana Pratap*—I see potential there. Arjun's script has soul, and the historical angle will strike a chord. We'll manage the risk with phased funding."
Shyam rubbed his chin, his skepticism lingering. "You've got a gut for this, Raj, I'll give you that. But 2 crore on a newbie? What if it flops?"
"It won't," Raj said confidently, though he kept his system's input to himself. "We'll build the set right, cast wisely, and market it as a patriotic epic. If it hits, we're looking at 10 crore. If it misses, we'll learn and pivot. Either way, it's a step forward."
Shyam sighed, a reluctant smile breaking through. "Alright, Raj. You're the boss. I'll start negotiating the sequel rights and keep an eye on Arjun's progress. Just don't let this Pratap gamble sink us."
"Never, Uncle," Raj assured him. "We're building something bigger than one film."
After Shyam left, Raj sat alone, the office falling into a quiet hum. His mind drifted to the Prediction System's upgrade and the newly unlocked "Shop" function he'd skimmed yesterday. Curiosity piqued, he focused inward, and the system responded:
[*Shop*]
1. Quantum Computer: 500 crore
2. Life Potion (1 year): 100 crore
3. Artificial Intelligence: 300 crore
…
Raj's excitement dimmed as he read the exorbitant prices. "I can't buy anything with this," he muttered, a sigh escaping him. He adjusted his query: *Show me the lowest items.*
[*System Shop*]
1. Basic Computer: 10 lakhs
2. Basic Keypad Mobile: 10 lakhs
3. …
5. Game of Thrones (Full 8 Books): 50 lakhs
6. Writing Talent S-Class (Max): 1 crore
7. Drawing Talent S-Class (Max): 1 crore
…
Raj scrolled through the list, dismissing the tech items as impractical for 1986. His eyes lingered on *Game of Thrones (A Song of Ice and Fire)*—all eight books. As Rahul Singh in 2025, he'd been a diehard fan, mourning Martin's unfinished saga at five books and the HBO series' post-season 5 decline. Here, the complete set was a treasure trove. The Writing and Drawing Talents caught his attention next—S-Class skills could spawn epics and comics, revolutionizing *Mehra Book House*. His pulse quickened.
Excited, Raj asked silently: *System, how do I exchange these?*
[*System: Deduct currency from your bank or hand cash as you choose. Funds are untraceable, with no official trouble, but must be yours.*]
Raj calculated swiftly. His personal account held 7 crore, ample for the 2.5 crore total—50 lakhs for the books, 1 crore for Writing Talent, 1 crore for Drawing Talent. He confirmed the exchange, and a sharp surge coursed through his brain and hands, like a rush of pure inspiration. Grabbing a sheet of paper and a pen from his desk, he sketched Monkey D. Luffy from *One Piece*. His hand moved with uncanny precision, lines flowing effortlessly. In five minutes, a stunning drawing emerged—Luffy's straw hat tilted jauntily, his rubbery grin wide, and his dynamic pose leaping off the page. Raj stared, his breath catching. "This is incredible," he whispered, imagining manga empires and literary sagas. His empire, already vast, was about to soar to new heights with these tools in hand.
Raj then started to read the game of throne season 6 book. He was very intrested what have Martin written for season 6.
Raj was reading the book all the day. Then at evening he stopped and closed the book.
" I can't imagine how can Martin write this wonderful things. It will take 1 week to finish reading it. Now i have book should i print them on my name and spread world wide or change the western element into a indian story and publish it "
Guys give me suggestion what to do with Game of Thrones