World Famous Lover (వరల్డ్ ఫేమస్ లవర్)

Stories...stories...stories...

Not in hundreds or thousands....

But in millions.

Anyone who walks this earth is a story.

I have a story too.

I wanted to be a writer.

But I’d never imagined that my life itself would become a story.

Gautham, I am leaving.

Are you done with your work?

What do you expect, Gautham?

It’s 9 o’ clock in the night.

Give me two minutes. I will shower and come back

Gautham.

Let’s eat.

Two minutes.

I will shower and come back.

Didn’t you go to work?

What happened?

Do you have a fever?

No coffee today?

Yamini...

Are you among those days?

Gautham?

Gautham?

I need to talk to you.

What? -I need to talk to you.

Tell me, Yamini.

Do you notice any change in me?

Did you change your hairstyle?

No.

New dress?

New shoes?

I’ve put on weight, Gautham.

I am getting fat.

You’ve stopped noticing me, right?

I am sick and tired of those contraceptive pills! They're bloating me.

Gautham, do you remember what happened one year ago?

Hey.

Hi.

I submitted my papers today.

What?

Tell me.

I mean...

I quit my job.

With so many responsibilities... how...

Yamini, you know me.

Ever since I was in college, I wanted to be a writer.

And you told me to take up the job.

I took it up for you.

If I don’t do this for myself now,

I will never be able to pursue this ever in my life.

But, why writing Gautham?

With such growth in technology, who would be interested in reading books?

You said technology, right?

If a rocket has to go to space...

Look at that laptop...

For that keypad or laptop to work...

or for us to watch a movie and enjoy ourselves,

someone must put pen to paper, Yamini.

Without Pen and Paper,

the world is as good as dead.

You doubt if people really do read books, isn’t it?

They will certainly read.

If you write something interesting and exciting.

Anyone will read it. And I will write it.

Give me an year.

Will you support me?

Please?

That day, I was really proud of you Gautham.

I was proud to be in love with a man like you.

I was so proud falling in love with you.

So proud sharing my life and bed with you.

But what do you do on a normal day, Gautham?

You wake up really late.

And if there is tea or coffee around, you have it.

Or else you let it be.

If the food is ready, you have it Or else you starve yourself.

You watch Cartoon Network like a small kid.

You read books. You wait for me to come home.

Have your dinner and pull me onto this bed man!

This has been going on since a year and a half.

If by chance you wake up early,

You accompany me to a stationary shop.

You buy yourself pens, papers, colour pencils and all.

And you put it in this cupboard, man.

This fu**ing shit looks like a stationary shop in itself.

Did you ever feel like opening the bundle,

fixing that paper onto a writing pad and just writing?

You’ve insulted me

and my unconditional love for you, Gautham.

You've taken me for granted, right?

If you don’t care of things they fall into disrepair, Gautham.

I am a human.

Apart from having a life, I have a heart too.

And you took it for a ride.

You completely shattered it.

You’ve completely killed me

and my soul.

I can’t take this pain anymore, Gautham.

Love is a compromise, Gautham.

It is a sacrifice.

There is divinity in love.

But you don’t understand any of these.

I am tired, Gautham. I am tired.

My mind, my heart... It's just bleeding.

Let’s break up, Gautham.

You know Gautham.... This is not easy.

How many times did I sit on this chair and wonder how to break this to you!

Let’s break up, Gautham.

Take care of yourself.

Write well.

Yamini...

What do you want me to make for dinner?

Do you want some Chinese?

I said fu**ing breakup! Breakup means breakup! You don’t understand?

Eat whatever you want.

What do you mean by fu**ing breakup?

Yamini!

What do you mean by fu**ing breakup?

Stop shouting. Everyone is watching us.

Let them watch!

Didn’t they watch us when we were hugging and kissing each other in love?

What do you mean by fu**ing breakup?

Breakup means breakup! Period.

What happened to you all of a sudden?

Remember you kept telling me.

Gautham, I love your eyes.

You have lovely lips. I love your nose.

Soft skin... I love how you smell...

What happened now? Did my eyes, nose and skin change?

None of those things changed But you are not the same Gautham I knew.

What nonsense?!

What do you mean? What is the difference?

The Gautham I knew loved me.

What about this Gautham now?

What did this Gautham do to you?

This Gautham just spreads my legs.

Buddy, I read your Facebook post. It’s quite long.

It must be a short story.

Who did you write it for?

Excuse me...

One second.

Brother, could you help me with an address?

Brother? Who is the brother here? Whose brother am I?

I am Gautham.

Hi, Gautham. -Hi.

Can you help with the address of this auditorium?

This is close to my place.

What happened to the GPS?

It cheated me. I’ve been moving about in circles.

Do you know the directions?

Aren’t you the one who danced in ‘Dhee’ dance program?

What? No!

Crazy...

Can I hop in?

Why?

Well, if the GPS kept cheating you, that means the address is a bit tricky.

I will show you.

Okay.

Nice car.

Your dress is good too.

Thank you.

I was born and brought up in Hyderabad

but, thus far no girl pierced my heart.

What does piercing your heart mean?

This is the address. Straight. It’s on the right.

Gautham? Park the car.

Me?

Yeah, park it.

I have a performance.

Hey, listen.

Make it quick.

You don't want to miss it.

Hey, Yamini. Make it quick. Come fast.

Yamini!

Hey! Who are you? Are you her brother?

No. No. I am not.

Even she asked me the same question.

But I made it clear to her. I am not ‘Brother’. I am Gautham.

Friend?

No, bro. I don’t really know if we can call it that yet.

Boyfriend?

Boyfriend?

How dare you make friends with girls from our college?! You bloody...

It looks like the program started.

She very sweetly asked me not to miss it, bro.

I will go.

Hey! Where do you think you are going?

What exactly happened? Tell me.

He gave up his job, Dad.

He wanted to become a writer.

He said he needed help. I helped him.

He doesn’t write anything, Dad.

Even if I am ok with all this...

he lives in a completely different world.

And I am not a part of that world, Dad.

You kept accusing me that I didn’t write. I wrote!