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Cinematic rebirth: Urban Bollywood Saga

Hello everyone after going through many novel reading I realized that showniz base novels on Chinese and U. S. entertainment industry have massive numbers but India base nothing so I decided to start a new novel on Indian entertainment industry so everyone support this Vijay, a 30-year-old man, died in the most ridiculous way possible— Laughing. A harmless experiment with laughing gas turned into uncontrollable laughter… until his body gave up. Even in his final breath— "Yaar… log rote rote marte hain… main haste haste mar gaya?" (“People die crying… and I died laughing?”) Darkness followed. But death… wasn’t the end. He opened his eyes again— Reborn. A new life. A new family. A fresh start in a parallel modern world. Everything looked normal. School. Streets. Neighbors. Daily routine. A peaceful, ordinary life. Until… small things began to feel strange. Not wrong. Just… cinematic. A school teacher giving an emotional speech that felt too powerful for a normal day. A roadside fight that suddenly turned dramatic, like a perfectly choreographed scene. A stranger whose entry felt… like a hero introduction. "Yeh coincidence thoda zyada nahi ho raha?" (“Aren’t these coincidences getting a bit too much?”) Then one day— Vijay saw someone. Not just anyone. A face he recognized. Not from real life— But from a movie. Not every film. Not every story. But some characters… are real. Living. Breathing. Existing in this world. A strict police officer who behaves exactly like a mass-action hero. A mysterious businessman with clear villain energy. A college girl whose life feels like a romantic drama waiting to unfold. This world isn’t fully Bollywood. It’s worse. It’s partially scripted. "Matlab… har koi normal hai… par kuch log kahani leke ghoom rahe hain?" (“So… everyone is normal… but some people are carrying entire stories inside them?”) And Vijay? He remembers those stories. He knows— Who will rise. Who will fall. Who will love. Who will die. But unlike movies… This is real life. Interference has consequences. So Vijay makes a choice. He won’t jump blindly into every story. He will observe. Learn. Adapt. Live a normal life on the surface— School, family, daily struggles, small happiness… While secretly identifying “main characters” hidden in society. Sometimes he helps. Sometimes he changes outcomes. Sometimes… He lets the story play out. Because he understands one terrifying truth— "Yeh duniya film nahi hai… par film jaise log isme zaroor hain." (“This world isn’t a movie… but movie-like people definitely exist in it.”) And slowly… Vijay begins to step into those stories. Not as a background character— But as a variable that was never supposed to exist. MC - vijay live with lesbian moms Mom1 -Shilpa, Mom2- Neelam and first partner in love with MC
InkAuthority · 42.1k Views

The Pondering Knight

"It was the 20th of September. I was on this little hill with my friend, stargazing. I don't remember why we were there, but it was probably me who brought us there. Ari... oh, he used to love a ruckus. So, being in a serene, quiet area... that's me written all over it. Anyway, I clearly remember looking at the moon and complimenting what a beautiful crescent it was. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I see something crazy—like, batshit insane. This purple... supernova, whatever, came and just crashed into a star... And after that, the sky was purple. And it was gorgeous... But what followed next crushed me. I felt pain, hopelessness, despair, anger, everything... and I really mean, every bloody emotion... just crash into me from every damned angle. Why, you ask? Well, this purple crash brought this purple gas to Earth. Eh, it's called Magike. And like a dirty parasite... it just corrupted us, man. People turned into monsters and pets into these ugly, horrendous beasts. These massive cities that used to bustle with people, everything... turned into ruins. And those that survived were mentally scarred. And, with the monsters roaming around, physically as well. I lost many friends. And let me tell you this: I hope God, or whatever is out there, protects you from ever facing such a loss... I don't want to talk about these losses now. Anyway, I was saved. Well, I was chosen, rather. By survivors and—cue the drumrolls—by a 'god-like' figure. He hates calling himself a god. You have heard about him. It's the greatest Titan... Oh, come on, not Chronos. It's Atlas, dude. Yep, he chose me. And I now navigate this world with his help, and fight on with new people beside me. Yeah, hopefully I don't die soon. And, hopefully, I get to debrief once more... Also, before I go, shoutout to Nala. Good madame. Classy as always. Eugh, I gave myself the ick, hahaha. Now bye for real." -Zaire Zontes, a Teal City survivor.
Ser_2E · 13.5k Views

Zero-Day Rebirth: Mafia God of the Superpower Wastes.

In my past life, I built an empire to save humanity. In this life, I’ll build one to rule the ruins.” Kaelen Voss was the "Architect of Order," a genius CEO who used his billions and his Level 9 'Technomancy' to build the last sanctuary for mankind after the Great Collapse. But on the eve of the New Era, he was betrayed. His vice-president poisoned his marrow, his fiancée sold his blueprints to the rival Mafia syndicates, and he was left to be torn apart by mutated beasts in the Dead Zones. But death was just a system reboot. Kaelen wakes up ten years in the past—exactly 24 hours before the "Zero-Day" apocalypse begins. He is back in his high-rise office, his treacherous inner circle still smiling at his face, and his bank account still overflowing with "useless" fiat currency. This time, Kaelen won't be a savior. Armed with a decade of future knowledge, the hidden locations of "God-Tier" power cores, and a heart turned to ice, he begins his move. The CEO: He will liquidate his assets to buy up the world's most vital resources before money becomes paper. The Villain: He will crush the budding heroes of the future before they can even awaken. The Mafia God: He will unite the underworld to create a new world order where he is the sole judge, jury, and executioner. The apocalypse is coming. The superpowers are awakening. And Kaelen Voss is already at the finish line, waiting to slap the world in the face.
Iamdonflex2 · 13.9k Views

IT'S Hollow Throne

‎Kael Voss is nineteen years old, broke, and works the night shift at a city morgue because no one else would hire him. ‎He is not special. He was not chosen. He has no destiny. ‎ ‎What he has is a dead man's arm with a mark on it, a basement crack in the fabric of reality, and a debt counter on his skin that starts at zero. ‎ ‎It will not stay at zero. ‎ ‎Beneath the modern world runs the Rift ‎ a dying supernatural layer leaking into reality, bleeding hunger and monsters and rules that nobody wrote down. Most people never see it. The ones who do either survive and become something different, or they don't survive at all. ‎Kael steps through anyway. ‎Not because he is brave. Because he has done the math, and sitting still is already losing. ‎ ‎Every time he survives the Rift, he gains something. Strength. Perception. Abilities that have no name yet. But the Rift does not give anything away. Every ability comes with a debt attached, a cost calculated after the fact, collected at a time and in a currency he does not get to choose. He does not know what is collecting. ‎ ‎That is the part that should scare him. ‎It does. He just does not let it stop him. ‎HOLLOW THRONE is a dark progression fantasy set in the modern world. It follows one cynical, methodical young man learning to navigate a hidden war between the surface world and what lives beneath it, armed with a sharp mind, growing power, and a bill he cannot afford to ignore. ‎ ‎The debt always comes due. ‎The question is whether Kael is still standing when it does.
muisis · 18.1k Views

Tales of Unfinished Hearts

Some love stories begin with a meeting. Others begin long before two people ever exist in the same room. Tales of Unfinished Hearts is not one romance, but intertwined love stories unfolding in the same world—quietly connected, unknowingly brushing past one another, bound by choices, timing, and the ache of what remains unsaid. Each story stands on its own, yet every love leaves an echo that shapes another. At the heart of it all is Kian, a singer whose voice carries emotions he never learned how to speak, and Geetanjali, an artist who keeps sketching a face she has never seen clearly. They do not fall in love loudly. They don’t even truly meet—at least not at first. Their connection exists in glances that never cross, songs sung into empty rooms, drawings made for someone unnamed. A love that feels imagined… until it starts feeling inevitable. Around them, other hearts unfold: lovers divided by fear, by duty, by silence; connections born too early or discovered too late; relationships that almost worked—and some that never got the chance to begin. This is a story about near-misses and quiet miracles, about people unknowingly changing each other’s lives just by existing in the same city, the same moment, the same world. About love that waits, love that breaks, love that heals, and love that refuses to disappear even when unfinished. Tender, aching, and deeply emotional, Tales of Unfinished Hearts is for those who believe that some love stories don’t end— they simply learn how to find their way back.
EternalFangs3 · 13.7k Views

Kryptonian God Among Supernaturals

When Matthew comes to himself, he finds himself in his past self. As he contemplates the advantages of traveling back in time and how rich he'll become by copying future novels, songs, and business ventures, he realizes from the conversations of those around him that this world isn't his old one, and that instead of going back in time, he's transmigrated to another. A world where people have the opportunity to gain superpowers and devour devil fruits upon becoming adults. Matthew manages to obtain the Logia-type Flame-Flame Fruit from the Holly Land, where people gain their superpowers. However, after obtaining the Devil Fruit while he was observing others entering and exiting the Sacred Realm, he encountered a strange sight. Someone got Kryptonian Bloodline! "Why does everyone treat the Kryptonian Bloodline like a useless power? Oh, in this world, sunlight doesn't reach Earth. So, doesn't anyone know how the Kryptonian body is strengthened?" At that moment, Matthew makes a decision that will change the fate of the world he finds himself in. "Hey, can you exchange your Kryptonian Bloodline for my Flame Flame Fruit?" No one could understand why Mathew did that, but Matthew had a completely different thought. "So what if the sun's rays don't reach this world? I'm the only one who knows how to strengthen the Kryptonian body. As long as I know what I need, it won't be too hard to find. And then humanity will meet SUPERMAN." ---------- I do not own Superman or any of the other mentioned creations. This is a fanfiction. ---------- This is a translated story. Original Author: Ma La Liu Lian / 麻辣榴莲 Original Story Name: You don’t want god-level superpowers, so you choose the worst talent? / 神级异能你不要,你选最差天赋?
Vanguard_V · 2m Views