Karan scanned the document that had been unceremoniously handed to him the second he’d walked in, the script sitting beside him. He’d only managed to get as far as the first two pages in the script a couple of days beforehand, the gist of it giving him a headache before he even reached the crux of the movie. But with the shortened version, the dull headache was turning into a sort of chronic pain and he felt the inexplicable need to run. But he already had-- away from that life, away from everything that resembled that life. And yet, here he was, playing a character that mirrored the man he ran away from, and there wasn’t much he could do about it.
“Cheerful plot, isn’t it.”












