Film Buddha Hoga | Tera Baap Exclusive

Midway through, Meera gripped her knees so hard her nails dug crescent moons into her palms. On screen, an old man — clearly no actor, his face a roadmap of small betrayals and better days — said only one sentence: “We measure worth by what we can sell.” It struck Meera like a slap. Her recent contract negotiations replayed in a loop: the producer’s coy smile, the clause that ate her residuals. She had been measuring herself by downloads and remuneration; the film asked her to measure herself by something else.