VOID

30th August 2021; Mumbai, Maharashtra.

12:29 p.m.

Swords.

Prabhas was relieved to know that he hadn't lost touch completely.

5 years of bone breaking training hadn't been in vain after all.

Kriti was still learning, he tried his best to help her out. She was a very fun person to work with.

Sunny was okay with the armory. He had been taking up private lessons, and had become quite good at handling weapons.

Prabhas stood watching Kriti move with her sword, and he got hit by a huge wave of déjà vu.

He saw a striking resemblance to Tamannaah. Kriti was the same while training.

He smiled. He missed those days.

Om Raut entered the training hall and headed over, making a beeline toward Prabhas.

"What's up?" Prabhas asked, observing the stunt choreographer's moves.

"Nothing much, thinking of postponing the shoot of the next action sequence for about a month" Raut replied, his eyes on both Kriti and Sunny.

Prabhas glanced at Raut, he wasn't sure, what to make of the stuff he just heard.

Raut realized this and laughed, he must've sounded serious, for Prabhas himself to look that troubled.

"I'm not doing this out of disappointment" Raut clarified, to which Prabhas smiled. "I need a better looking version of everybody for the normal shoot, and y'all easily get fatigued after action shots. I want you people to look your best."

Prabhas heaved a sigh, he knew how tiring everything was, and more than them, Raut always seemed to be stressed and worried.

"I don't mind anything as long as I can be lazy off camera" Prabhas replied cheekily, earning a healthy smirk from Raut.

"So be it" Raut replied and walked back to his car, he needed to get some paperwork done before evening.

Prabhas heaved another sigh, and got back in training, he wasn't going to let anybody down.

03:14 p.m.

He was seated in his trailer, going through texts. A soft breeze was drifting in through his sun roof, a source of relaxation for his hair.

He was having a mild migraine, his temples throbbing at equal intervals.

Rana had forwarded a hilarious meme and Prabhas laughed. He could never appreciate meme creators enough for their impressive work.

Scrolling through, he replied to most of the texts, mostly from Hyderabad, Bunny asking him to hang out, MB had forwarded something from Charan's private story, Tarak had sent him a cracked up version of themselves in their drunk stupor, Chay had enquired about his wellbeing, Gopi had sent some pics of his kid, Karthikeya (SSR's son) had shared memes too, with pics of him with his wife.

Prabhas smiled at everything and came down to the last few texts.

The last one was from Shraddha, she had invited him for some party, followed by Tam, who had shared the teasers of both her films.

Then came a text he hadn't expected.

Kajal herself had invited him for her overdue reception, as a guest among the hundred people she knew in the industry.

She was throwing a sudden event for all who hadn't attended her wedding and boom, he was supposed to be there.

His head was on the verge of splitting into two halves.