The old Vijay Antony, the music composer who danced in sunglasses, felt like a different person. A ghost.
"I know." Sathyam pulled Nila onto his lap. "Tell them... Vijay Antony's next movie is a musical. A children's musical. About a vegetable vendor who learns to dance. No one dies. No one even gets a scratch."
The fan clicked on. And Vijay Antony smiled.
"No to the prison film," he said, his voice low.
His latest film, Ratham , had just released. The critics called it "visceral," "uncompromising." The audience saw a father rip apart a human trafficking ring with a broken bottle and a quiet, terrifying rage. What they didn't see was the price.