And now, the Index had chosen Arjun. Not as a viewer. As the director.
A shadowy figure emerged from the stepwell on his window. It was the weaver with the twitching eye. He bowed. The Princess in Exile, Muthulakshmi, held out a clapperboard. On it, written in fresh turmeric paste, was the final scene's title: index of ranga ranga vaibhavanga
His heart hammered. He opened it.