“It’s the processor.”
“No, power issue.”
“The board’s gone.”
Three experts. Three opinions.
Farhan’s patience thinned visibly. The boardroom set had taken three weeks to build. The entire emotional peak ofDil Aur Deskdepended on that screen lighting up during the CEO’s final presentation.
“Minimum four hours,” the head technician said at last. “Maybe five.”
“Five?” Farhan’s voice dropped low. Dangerous. “We lose the location tomorrow. This scene happens today.”
The crew broke into noisy debate. Rent emergency equipment. Push the schedule. Rewrite the scene.
Vikram stood slightly apart, still in costume. The sharp suit, the polished hair, the character half-set inside him. The delay meant staying in that headspace longer.
Across the set, Divya observed quietly.
She walked around the dead screen. Stepped back. Studied the entire room. Her head tilted slightly.
Vikram noticed.
While everyone else argued, she measured the space with her eyes. Counted distances. Studied angles.
She walked toward Farhan, who was threatening to replace half the technical team. She waited for a gap in the tirade.
“Sir,” she said calmly, “I think there’s another way.”
Farhan turned, irritation ready, then paused. “Yes?”
She pointed to the large glass partition built into the set, the one separating the CEO’s office from the assistant’s desk.
“We can use that instead. If we project the presentation onto the glass from behind, it will look like a screen. The projector from yesterday’s shoot is still here.”
She gestured simply, clearly.
“The CEO stands where he was supposed to. The presentation appears at eye level. The glass will give it a slight glow. It might even look better than the original screen.”
The set fell quiet.
Farhan looked from her to the glass. In his mind, the shot had already begun shifting.
“Show me.”
Within minutes, the projector was brought in. Lights adjusted. A test image appeared on the glass.
Sharp. Clean. Slightly luminous.
The presentation graphics glowed across the transparent surface, creating a layered effect.
Farhan walked around the set, viewing from different angles.
Then he smiled.
“Better than the original. We shoot in twenty.”
Energy snapped back into place. Technicians moved with direction now, not panic. The production manager exhaled for the first time in an hour.
