Dancing Flames (Pranushka story)

Mission Anashku

Prabhas as Vihaan
Anushka Shetty as Sandhya
Nivetha Thomas as Janani

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Huff puff huff puff huff puff..
Creaaaaaaak.....

A middle aged man, lean in appearance, black framed glasses covering nearly half his small face, dressed precisely in a full armed, red formal shirt and black pant hopped on the gate of a house. His stomach rested on top a flat edge of the gate which luckily had no elements that would hurt him. It swung as he held onto the bars, his body still upside down until he was whacked to sense.

"Pandu! Have you gone nuts? Are we in a marathon and why the heck are you upside down on the gate?" Janani stormed.

He turned his head eyeing a white, little, chihuahua staring at them at a distance.

"Ugh! You must me kidding. What can that dog possibly do, idiot? Come, let's go inside." She slapped her forehead as they entered the lawn at the front yard of a house.

"Jenny, I'm not talking to this man. Whatever I tell seems to get on his nerves! If he comes to know that we're lying about making a movie, he'll bury us alive and build a tombstone on our heads."

"He's not that bad Pandu. If you're afraid to speak to him, just imagine he's not wearing any clothes."

"Gross! Why would I do that?"

"Listen you nerd. A jackfruit looks spiky from outside, but only when you peel its outer skin, you get to see the tender fruit it encloses within, right? So if you imagine him without clothes, what will you see? "

"A tender fruit?"

He couldve sworn he felt a blow on his cheek making his glasses fall off.
"A tender heart, goofball!"

"You sucked the explanation part. I--"

"Janani Prasad! You made it all the way to my house now? How many times do I have to tell you that I can't give any information!"
Mr. Shyam, the senior editor of the company they were working in, settled on the seat opposite to the two, visibly annoyed.

"Sir please. He is such a great author! His fans would be enthralled to see his story on screen. See, he is the director" she said placing her hand on Pandu, "and is very keen about making a movie on--"

"Anashku does not like to be recognized. Nobody even knows if that person's a man or woman. Forget about others, I myself have not seen him from the last five years! He sends all his articles and stories through post and I only publish it. "

"That's it! You can give us his post box number! We'll talk to him " she tried pleading the stubborn, old man.

"The post box number is not personal, rather one from a post office in Ooty..." he coldly replied while Janani observed his eyes lowering to an envelope peeking out between other letters and postcards on the teatable in front of them.

"Alright Sir. Maybe next time." they stood up. She pushed Pandu at Mr. Shyam's feet.

"Move away you knuckle head! What are you doing?"

"Sir, this is my debut as a director, so I want blessings from a wise man like you." Pandu answered keeping him busy while Janani sneakily picked the envelope hiding it behind her huge vanity bag.

Post box no:79
Kundan Hill Road, Fern Hill
Ooty-04.

A smile plastered wide on her face as she proudly read the address, striding towards the exit followed by Pandu who threw one final, disgusted look at the old man who disappeared into his room once again.
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