Special Scenario
[Ram: Damn…
once again a timeskip?]
[Author: It’s for your own good…
and for the plot.]
[Ram: …Okay.
I forgive you this time.]
Another year quietly slipped away.
The seasons changed, festivals came and went, and before anyone realized it, the calendar had turned to 1992.
Life inside the Konidela household, however, remained just as lively as ever.
If there was one thing that never changed, it was the complete lack of privacy in Raman’s life.
Every single day began almost exactly the same.
The moment he woke up, one person after another would occupy his time until bedtime.
Sometimes it was his sisters.
Sometimes it was his parents.
Sometimes it was relatives visiting the house.
And sometimes…
It was all of them together.
This particular afternoon was no different.
Inside the spacious living room of the Konidela residence, Raman was currently sitting on the large sofa with perhaps the most defeated expression a six-year-old could make.
The reason was painfully obvious.
On his left sat Sushmita.
On his right sat little Sreeja.
And directly on his lap…
Was Shruthi.
As if that wasn’t enough, Shruthi’s infant sister, Akshara, had also begun reaching toward him with tiny hands while sitting comfortably in her mother’s lap.
Raman stared blankly at the ceiling.
“What crime did I commit in my previous life…”
Sushmita happily wrapped both arms around her younger brother.
“My little brother is so soft.”
Sreeja immediately nodded.
“Anna is comfy.”
Shruthi wasn’t willing to lose either.
She leaned against Raman’s shoulder with a satisfied smile.
“Ram is my best friend.”
Raman wanted to protest.
Very badly.
Unfortunately, every protest over the past year had ended exactly the same way.
Complete failure.
Even baby Akshara seemed fascinated by him.
Whenever she saw Raman enter the room, her tiny eyes would brighten before she stretched out both hands, making adorable babbling sounds.
“Ba…
ba…”
Then she would smile.
Everyone in the room would immediately laugh.
Only Raman knew the truth.
The culprit behind all this…
Was definitely that ridiculous beginner reward.
The Incubus Physique.
He still didn’t know how it worked.
But judging from the current situation…
It apparently affected babies too.
“I really got cheated…”
Meanwhile, the adults were completely unaware of his inner complaints.
Surekha sat beside Sarika, both women chatting happily over cups of freshly prepared filter coffee.
The aroma spread throughout the room, creating a peaceful atmosphere.
Sarika gently adjusted little Akshara in her lap before smiling.
“Shruthi has become very attached to Raman.”
Surekha laughed softly.
“I’ve noticed that too.”
“Whenever she doesn’t see him for a day, she starts asking where Ram is.”
Sarika nodded helplessly.
“I don’t know what magic your son has.”
Surekha looked toward Raman.
Her eyes softened.
“My son has always been a gentle child.”
“He rarely throws tantrums.”
“He listens carefully.”
“And he’s surprisingly mature.”
Sarika smiled.
“Perhaps that’s why children naturally like him.”
Raman nearly coughed.
“No…”
“It isn’t because I’m mature.”
“It’s because your daughters have declared me public property.”
Before he could continue complaining in his heart, Surekha suddenly looked toward him.
“Ram.”
He immediately looked over.
“Yes, Amma?”
“There is a telephone call for you.”
Raman blinked.
“For me?”
Surekha nodded with an amused smile.
“It has already rung twice.”
“I think your friend is becoming impatient.”
Curious, Raman climbed down from the sofa before jogging toward the telephone placed on the wooden table in the hallway.
He carefully picked up the receiver.
“Hello?”
A cheerful voice immediately answered.
“Ram!”
A smile appeared on his face.
“Samantha.”
The little girl giggled happily.
“I knew you’d recognize my voice.”
“Of course.”
“How are you?”
“I’m fine!”
“My father said we’re going to visit my grandparents this weekend.”
“What about you?”
Raman leaned against the wall while talking casually.
The two children discussed school, homework, cartoons, favorite chocolates and the upcoming annual cultural activities.
The conversation wasn’t particularly important.
It was simply two close friends talking.
Nearly ten minutes later…
Samantha finally sighed.
“I have to go now.”
“My mother is calling me.”
“See you in school.”
“See you.”
The call ended.
Raman gently placed the receiver back onto its cradle.
A small smile remained on his face.
It felt nice having genuine childhood friends.
Unlike his previous life, he could actually enjoy moments like these without constantly worrying about work, rent or bills.
Unfortunately…
The peaceful feeling lasted exactly three seconds.
A strange chill suddenly ran down his spine.
Instinctively, Raman turned around.
Four pairs of eyes…
Were staring directly at him.
Sushmita.
Shruthi.
Sreeja.
And little Akshara, who was blinking innocently from Sarika’s arms.
Raman instinctively took one step backward.
“…Why are you all looking at me like that?”
Nobody answered.
Shruthi folded her arms.
“You talked for ten whole minutes.”
Sushmita nodded seriously.
“You were smiling.”
Sreeja puffed her cheeks.
“You didn’t play with us.”
Even Akshara waved her tiny hands.
“Ba!”
Raman suddenly had a terrible feeling.
“No…”
“I can explain…”
Unfortunately…
Nobody wanted explanations.
A few seconds later…
“Oww!”
“Ack!”
“My cheeks!”
The living room echoed with laughter.
Sushmita gently pinched one cheek.
Sreeja happily copied them.
Even baby Akshara somehow managed to touch his face with both tiny hands.
Surekha covered her mouth while laughing.
Sarika shook her head helplessly.
“Our poor Ram.”
Raman rubbed both cheeks miserably after finally escaping.
He had long since discovered something.
His skin had become unusually smooth over the past few years.
Even his cheeks felt soft and slightly bouncy.
As a result…
Every child around him seemed addicted to pinching them.
He honestly wondered whether this counted as a side effect of the system.
If it did…
He wanted compensation.
By now, Raman had also grown noticeably taller than most children his age.
At just six years old, he already looked closer to a fourth-grade student than someone who had only recently entered primary school.
His posture was straight, his features had become sharper, and those crystal-blue eyes naturally attracted attention wherever he went.
Even Chiranjeevi occasionally joked that his youngest son would probably become taller than everyone else in the family.
The afternoon gradually passed.
Soon the aroma of freshly prepared food drifted throughout the house.
Surekha called everyone toward the dining hall.
“Come everyone.”
“Lunch is ready.”
The large family slowly gathered around the dining table.
Chiranjeevi had returned from a shooting schedule earlier that morning, looking slightly tired but still cheerful.
Nagendra Babu had also dropped by after finishing some work.
Pawan Kalyan, now a young man, had come over to spend time with the family during his college holidays.
The atmosphere around the table felt warm and relaxed.
Everyone chatted while serving food onto each other’s plates.
No one realized…
That a casual conversation during this meal…
Was about to change Raman’s future forever.
Lunch continued in its usual lively atmosphere.
The dining table was filled with laughter as everyone helped themselves to the dishes Surekha and the house staff had prepared.
Chiranjeevi had just returned from a hectic shooting schedule, while Nagendra Babu and Pawan Kalyan discussed a few light-hearted incidents from the previous week.
Raman quietly concentrated on his food, although his ears remained alert to every conversation happening around him.
Years of carrying the memories of an adult had taught him one important skill.
Sometimes, the most important opportunities appeared during the most ordinary conversations.
As expected, Chiranjeevi suddenly placed his glass of water on the table before looking toward his family.
“I met Director N.
Hari Babu yesterday.”
The casual sentence immediately caught Raman’s attention.
Nagendra Babu looked up curiously.
“Oh?
What did he say?”
Chiranjeevi leaned back slightly.
“He has completed writing a children’s drama.”
“He believes the story has great potential, but several producers aren’t willing to invest.”
Pawan frowned.
“Why?”
“They think children’s films don’t perform well commercially.”
Chiranjeevi nodded.
“Exactly.”
“He asked whether I knew anyone interested in producing it.”
“I told him I’d think about it.”
The conversation sounded ordinary to everyone else.
To Raman…
It was like hearing a thunderclap.
His heart skipped a beat.
“N.
Hari Babu…”
“A children’s drama…”
His mind immediately searched through the memories of his previous life.
Then it clicked.
Teja.
A Telugu children’s drama released in 1992, directed by N.
Hari Babu and originally produced by Ramoji Rao under Ushakiran Movies.
Although it wasn’t a massive commercial blockbuster, it received widespread appreciation and won three Nandi Awards for its storytelling and performances.
Most importantly…
The child protagonist became one of the highlights of the film.
Raman’s breathing unconsciously became faster.
“So the timeline really changed…”
He had already realized this wasn’t exactly the same world he remembered.
Movies, release dates, and events had shifted slightly.
Still…
The opportunity before him was real.
Without realizing it, Raman put down his spoon.
His serious expression immediately caught everyone’s attention.
Surekha smiled gently.
“What happened, Ram?”
Raman looked toward his father.
His eyes shone with determination.
“Appa.”
Chiranjeevi turned toward him.
“Yes?”
“I think you should produce that movie.”
The dining table instantly became quiet.
Even little Sreeja stopped eating.
Chiranjeevi blinked in surprise before smiling.
“You think so?”
Raman nodded firmly.
“It’s a very good story.”
“I feel people will definitely like it.”
Nagendra Babu chuckled.
“Our little critic has started reviewing scripts now.”
Everyone laughed softly.
Only Raman remained serious.
He knew this wasn’t the time to joke.
Chiranjeevi noticed the determination in his son’s eyes.
His smile slowly disappeared.
“Ram.”
“You haven’t even heard the story.”
“How can you be so sure?”
Raman hesitated for a brief moment.
Naturally…
He couldn’t reveal that he had memories from another world.
Instead, he calmly answered,
“It’s just…
intuition.”
“I really feel this movie will succeed.”
The adults exchanged glances.
Although the explanation sounded childish, Raman had always been unusually mature for his age.
Because of that…
Nobody dismissed his opinion immediately.
A few moments of silence passed.
Then Raman spoke again.
His next sentence shocked everyone even more.
“Appa…”
“I want to act in that movie.”
This time…
Complete silence filled the dining hall.
Even the servants standing nearby paused unconsciously.
Chiranjeevi looked directly into his son’s eyes.
His expression turned serious.
“Ram.”
“You know what you’re asking?”
Raman nodded.
“I do.”
“I want to play the child hero.”
Surekha looked worried.
Her son was only six years old.
Wasn’t it too early?
Chiranjeevi slowly folded his hands.
He had always believed children should enjoy their childhood before entering the demanding world of cinema.
Acting required discipline.
Patience.
Hard work.
And enormous pressure.
He never wanted his children to shoulder those burdens too early.
He gently shook his head.
“I don’t think now is the right time.”
Raman had expected that answer.
He wasn’t discouraged.
Instead, he looked straight at his father.
“Appa.”
“I know acting isn’t easy.” You are reading on g.com, the official source.
“I know I’ll have to work hard.”
“But I really believe I can do it.”
“I’ll learn.”
“I’ll practice.”
“I’ll never embarrass our family.”
His confident voice surprised everyone present.
Those words…
Didn’t sound like they came from a six-year-old child.
Chiranjeevi remained silent.
For the first time…
He carefully examined his youngest son’s expression.
There was no childish excitement.
No impulsiveness.
Only determination.
Raman continued calmly.
“Appa…”
“I’ve been watching your movies since I was little.”
“I watch your expressions.”
“Your dialogue delivery.”
“The way you move.”
“I want to learn everything.”
“I’ll work harder than anyone.”
The dining table remained silent.
Even Nagendra Babu slowly put down his spoon.
He could see the sincerity in the little boy’s eyes.
Before Chiranjeevi could answer…
Raman spoke once more.
This time…
His words surprised everyone even more.
“Appa…”
“Why don’t we create our own production house?”
The room became completely quiet.
Even Pawan stared at his nephew.
“Our own production house?”
Chiranjeevi unconsciously repeated the words.
Raman nodded.
“If we have our own banner…”
“We won’t always need to depend on others.”
“We can support good stories.”
“We can help talented directors.”
“And…
we can make the movies we truly believe in.”
Chiranjeevi slowly leaned back in his chair.
Those simple words echoed inside his mind.
Truthfully…
He had thought about creating a family production banner several times before.
But because of his busy acting schedule, the idea had always been postponed.
Now…
Hearing the same thought come from his six-year-old son…
He couldn’t help becoming thoughtful.
Nagendra Babu finally smiled.
“Actually…”
“It isn’t a bad idea.”
Pawan nodded immediately.
“I agree.”
“Our own banner would give us much more freedom.”
Surekha looked toward her husband.
She could already tell…
He was seriously considering it.
After several minutes of silence, Chiranjeevi finally smiled.
“Alright.”
“I won’t make any promises about the movie just yet.”
“But…”
“If our production house is established…”
“And if Director Hari Babu feels you’re suitable after an audition…”
“I’ll allow you to play the lead child role.”
Raman’s eyes immediately lit up.
“Really?”
Chiranjeevi nodded.
“But on one condition.”
“You’ll begin proper acting training.”
“Expressions.”
“Dialogue delivery.”
“Body language.”
“And discipline.”
“If you don’t work hard…”
“I’ll cancel everything.”
Raman immediately nodded without hesitation.
“I promise, Appa.”
Across the table, Sushmita suddenly raised her hand proudly.
“I’ll help my brother practice!”
Shruthi quickly copied her.
“I’ll help too!”
Little Sreeja, not wanting to be left behind, also raised both hands.
“I’ll also help Anna!”
The adults burst into laughter.
Even Chiranjeevi couldn’t stop smiling.
“I have a feeling…”
“My poor son is going to receive more ‘help’ than he actually needs.”
Everyone laughed again.
That evening…
After discussing the matter further, Chiranjeevi invited his father, Konidela Venkat Rao, along with Nagendra Babu and Pawan Kalyan into his study.
The discussion lasted nearly two hours.
Venkat Rao listened carefully before nodding.
“A family should grow together.”
“If everyone supports each other, this production house will become our family’s foundation.”
Nagendra Babu looked toward his elder brother.
“If you’re willing…”
“I’ll handle the production responsibilities.”
“You’ll already be busy acting.”
Chiranjeevi smiled warmly.
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
Nagendra Babu wasn’t jealous of his elder brother’s success.
Instead…
He genuinely wanted to contribute to the family’s future.
Producing films suited him far better than chasing stardom.
Pawan also spoke enthusiastically.
“Anna…”
“I’d like to join the project too.”
“I want to learn filmmaking from the ground up.”
“I’ll work as an assistant director.”
Chiranjeevi nodded approvingly.
“Good.”
“Learning from behind the camera will teach you things no classroom ever can.”
Within the following weeks, paperwork began.
Lawyers were consulted.
Documents were signed.
The family’s long-discussed dream finally became reality.
A brand-new production banner was officially established.
Konidela Productions.
The inauguration ceremony was simple but heartfelt.
Family members gathered together.
Traditional prayers were performed.
Coconuts were broken before the office entrance.
Garlands decorated the nameplate.
As everyone applauded, Raman quietly stood beside his father.
A small smile appeared on his face.
He had finally taken the first step.
Not toward becoming a superstar…
But toward entering the world of cinema itself.
A few days later…
Chiranjeevi picked up the office telephone.
After a brief conversation, he smiled.
“Director Hari Babu…”
“If you’re free tomorrow…”
“Please come to our office.”
“I’d like to hear your story.”
And just like that…
The journey that would eventually shape Raman Konidela’s acting career quietly began.
To be continued….
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